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[rcina]

sweaterinvested‌:

@rcina​

With Thanksgiving break having come to an end and the Christmas holiday fast approaching, it was that time of the year again. The time of parent-teacher conferences. With everything going on in his life at the moment, the fact that these were still happening seemed…incredibly mundane. Not to mention— parents could be an absolute terror. As he looked down at his clipboard for who was coming in next, he wasn’t too concerned when the name that greeted him was Reina Thane. She was a bit psychotic, yes— but when it came to her sons education…she wasn’t particularly involved. She was probably just thrilled her boys hadn’t been expelled yet. 

He set out the folder he’d made for both AJ and Rhett on her side of the table, rising as he heard a knock on the door to welcome the formidable woman in. “Thank you fo coming, Mrs. Thane,” he said before settling back into his chair. “I hope the traffic wasn’t too bad.” It was always good to start out with some small talk before launching into the nitty gritty of someone’s kid. 

Parent-teacher conferences have never been Reina’s strong suit. On a good day, she’s aggressively annoyed with the way her sons behave and on a bad day, she just doesn’t give a shit. Since AJ started school, she’s been told too many times that he has behavioral issues and acts out in class, and each time she blatantly ignores their concerns, smiling and nodding when necessary until she can fucking leave. Rhett’s only slightly different in that he’s supposedly a quiet kid until his brother’s around, which truthfully Reina can believe since even she forgets he exists half the time.

Reina flashes a fake smile when her sons’ teacher greets her, not bothering to shake his hand. “We live in a small town, Mr. Grayson, traffic doesn’t exist.” Small talk and pleasantries aren’t something she’s interested in considering the fact that this meeting will probably be anything but pleasant, and she eyes the folders laid out on the table with mistrust as she takes a seat. “Let’s just get right to it, shall we? What have they done now?”

[rcina]

REINA THANE + phone.

[rcina]

wyattnadir‌:

@rcina​

“Should be all good now, Mrs. Wright,” Wyatt says, closing the hood of the light blue Lincoln. Mrs. Wright is one of Wyatt’s favorite regulars. She comes in every fourth Tuesday, of every third month like clockwork for routine maintenance. And every time, Wyatt listens with a smile as she tells him all about about her late husband getting the car for her on their 20th wedding anniversary more than 30 years ago. The 1989 Town Car is in pristine condition and Wyatt can change its oil, rotate its tires, and replace all the necessary filters with his eyes closed. There was a dedication to the upkeep that Wyatt respects. 

Wyatt holds the keys out for the older woman. But Mrs. Wright quickly ducks into the trunk of her car and tugs out a small plastic container. “Since you won’t let me tip you in cash,” she says with a wink pushing the box into his hand before she’ll take her key. “Blueberries. My granddaughter made the chocolate last night. Works wonders for the arthritis.” To demonstrate, Mrs. Wright flexes her fingers between them before retrieving her keys. 

And this is, truly, why Mrs. Wright is Wyatt’s favorite customer. Over the last few months he’s gotten all kinds of cookies, brownies, and one time some cupcakes with some funky green frosting. He waves a goodbye to her as she backs her car out of the garage. He pops open the lid as he steps into the door of the main lobby. There’s a distinct earthy smell that escapes the container as he picks up a blueberry and pops it into his mouth. 

“Mornin’, Ma’am,” he says, noticing for the first time that Reina Thane is waiting in the lobby. Quickly Wyatt tries to shove the lid back onto the container. Rationally, he knows he she likely wouldn’t approve of this exact kind of snack on the clock. And worst case scenario she tells her husband. Ro certainly would have. “You lookin’ for Jackson? Haven’t seen him today.”

Once again Rhea has decided she wants to stop by the shop and once again, Reina’s dragged along with her thanks to the older woman’s inability to go by herself. Reina knows it’s not fair of her to be annoyed — Ma’s deterioration isn’t her fault — but she is and she can’t help it. This time she doesn’t even make it past the lobby before she’s crossing her arms and impatiently tapping her foot, waiting for the woman to be finished with her socializing. Jackson’s not even there for her to harass, so she ends up just standing there like an idiot, though she’s thankfully alone until Wyatt steps through the door and she suddenly has company. Fantastic. Ignoring his greeting solely because he ended it with a ma’am, Reina scowls at him briefly before rolling her eyes. “My mother in law wanted to come by, actually.” Not that she owes him an explanation. 

She eyes the box in his hands with some mistrust, if only because he shouldn’t be eating on the job and he knows it, but that rule is rarely followed. “What’s this?” Reina doesn’t wait for him to answer before she snatches the container from him and inspects it, though obviously not enough because the only thing she can infer from the box is that they’re chocolate covered blueberries. “Interesting snack choice.” Normally, Reina wouldn’t dare eat something with chocolate in the name unless she’s drunk or desperate, but blueberries are at least healthy and honestly, she’s a little intrigued. But really, the reason she pops one in her mouth is because it’s a power move, and Reina will take any chance she can to show that she do whatever the fuck she wants when she’s in the shop. “Not bad.”

[451seconds]

“I think,” she says, “that I’m not sure what love is. “But if I have ever felt anything near love, it was with you.” A pause.  “And if I have ever felt anything close to heartbreak, it was also you.”

H.L. // excerpt from a book I’ll never write #7 // firsts (via 451seconds)

[rcina]

rowanthane‌:

@rcina​

Rowan feels like she’s walking on fucking air — she’s been practically giddy since the moment Andy came home smelling vaguely of smoke and happy to let her know they had finally, finally taken care of the throne in all of their sides known as Kane Seifer. Kane’s death had been particularly gruesome and while normally the idea of someone being dismembered and decapitated on top of being burned alive would have her fighting the urge to throw up…. she wholeheartedly and completely believes that he deserved every single moment of pain and torture he had gone through and she knows that her sister feels the same. He’d put them both through the fucking ringer and even if neither of them were going to admit it outloud, Rowan knows they’ve both been walking around looking over their shoulder for the better half of the last year. They find themselves on the back patio now, a bottle of wine in each of their hands because who the fuck needs glasses on a night like tonight? She lifts her own bottle to her lips, taking a generous swig from it. “Merry fucking Christmas,” she says before putting the bottle down and leaning back in her seat. “A whole month early.”

Admittedly, Reina’s been drinking a little too much lately as a means of relieving her stress, but this is different. It’s a celebration of their husband’s finally getting rid of the looming threat that’s been hanging over them for months now, and over the club for years. Kane’s death has Reina feeling like a huge weight has been lifted from her shoulders and she knows Rowan feels the same, with them both having been on the receiving end of his insanity. Reina lifts her own bottle in her sister’s direction at the toast, already drunk enough not to care about a glass, and she laughs after she takes a swig in time with Rowan. “Feels good to actually celebrate this one. Relieving.” They hadn’t celebrated like this when the other terror in their lives that was their father in law had met his match in the form of a semi-truck’s grill. Reina had still been too far up his ass to consider that she might be happy about his death, and she would’ve never done something like this at the time. Kane’s gruesome murder is a different story, though. “He really got what he deserved, huh? Prettiest sight I’ve ever seen was his bloodied fucking head stickin’ outta that stake. Did you see it in person?” Reina had sent her pictures, obviously, but it didn’t do the real sight justice and she hopes Rowan at least got a glimpse. “A fucking masterpiece, that’s what it was.”

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jacksonthane‌:

He scowled at her newest insult. Certainly, he was self serving at times, but it so happened that his desires mostly aligned with that of the Club’s. So he knew that to keep both those desires intact, he had to make sure the Club and it’s members thrived. The bite was back in his voice as he said, “I believe you’re confused, dearest. You’re thinking of yourself again.” He couldn’t even pinpoint how this fight had started. One moment he’d been making sure she was alright after she’d left his mother’s house, and now he was under fire via rampant accusations. 

His own shoulders squared as she did her best to look intimidating, answering her unspoken challenge with his superior height, and broader frame. He was above being elegant though at this time, made too angry by her words. Had he slipped again? Where did Reina find the audacity? “Fuck you,” he calmy said, his simple words a rather telling sign of just how mad he was. But heat began to enter his words once again. “You’re the one who wanted to try again. You’re the one who said you wanted to be better, Reina. Is this how you fucking be better? I signed the god damned papers, and you’re the one who wanted to do this again. But I’m not gonna fucking sit around and be accused every god damned week just because you’re psychotic..”

This is the definition of self-sabotage, Reina knows that. They’ve been generally okay for a few weeks — not remotely back to normal, but then normal for them is simply just living without wanting to rip each other apart. And it’s been good, Reina can see things between them building back to where they’re supposed to be. So of course she has to ruin it, of course she has to go and lash out because she can’t stand the thought of Jackson seeing her in a weak spot like she is right now. Of course she has to turn things back around on him, accuse him of cheating on her again with no evidence to support that claim. It’s who she is, unable to deal with her feelings in a healthy manner, so she’ll do anything to keep them away. As soon as the fuck you aimed at her leaves his lips, she’s ready to start berating him again, but his rant gives her pause.

It’s not by any means what she wants to hear, and calling her psychotic certainly doesn’t win him any fucking brownie points, but what gets her is Jack’s very valid reminder that they’re supposed to be treating each other better. Her arms move from her hips to cross over her chest, and it’s obvious he’s got her thinking but she won’t back down just like that. “Well, can you really fucking blame me? You haven’t touched me like that in months.” Because that’s what she wanted, although Reina chooses to ignore that for her own sake. “Not even since we had that conversation. What else am I supposed to think?” That he’s trying to be better like you want him to, not cheating on you, a little voice in her head supplies, but Reina is not that easily sated.

[rcina]

jacksonthane‌:

He probably should have thought she might wonder whether the blood was his, but Jackson had wanted to make sure she got to see the carnage of what he and his brothers had done. There was also the faintest smell of burned flesh lingering about him, but it wasn’t overwhelming, thankfully. Still, the little slip of her words when she saw him did stoke his ego a little. She was…concerned? Jackson was still getting used to the idea that she might give a shit about him again, though he was doing so slowly…carefully. “It’s not mine,” he said with a bit of a smirk, and a delighted twinkle to his eye. He loved the feel of his enemy’s blood on his skin, like a trophy he could wear. 

“We went out tonight. The boys and I.” His brothers— she would know but his phrasing. “And we caught a pretty big vermin,” he teased a bit longer, wanting to build the anticipation. “Do you wanna know who it was?” Jackson dangled the words, hoping Reina wouldn’t be too annoyed to be kept waiting. He knew her patience only went so far. But he took a bit of a step towards her, giving her a look that wasn’t far from the the way he’d used to look at her when sex wasn’t far behind. His adrenaline was still pumping a bit, and the high of the kill was intoxicating.

Reina tries to ignore the way she lets go of the tension in her body when Jackson assures her the blood he’s wearing isn’t his, since admitting that it’d had her tense to begin with would be on par with admitting she actually gives a shit. It is a relief, though, and only after Jackson’s confirmation is she able to fully put together that this must mean he’d gone off and killed someone. He confirms it with his anecdote of him and the boys going out and catching a ‘vermin’, and she raises her eyebrows when he asks if she wants to know who it was, in a way that tells him she obviously does. “Was it someone important?” she asks, hands gesturing at Jack to just fucking spit it out already. “Stop being so evasive, it’s annoying.”

Games like this aren’t unusual between the two of them, but it’s rare that the life of someone who was more or less irrelevant would have him toying with her like this, let alone acting so giddy. It’s confusing, and for a moment Reina can’t think of anyone who would elicit this type of behavior from him as a result of their murder. As soon as the thought comes, though, something clicks in her brain and a slow smile spreads across her features. Reina knows it probably isn’t true and it’s just wishful thinking on her part, but there’s only one man on this Earth save for his dead father that she thinks would have Jackson acting like such a peacock, and by the time she realizes it fully, she’s practically giggling like an idiot herself in disbelief. “You didn’t.”

[rcina]

unfortunatescn‌:

It doesn’t surprise him to see Reina wanting to get a glimpse of the action – God knows her and Jackson had spent all of last night celebrating just as he and Rowan had. He’d almost expected her to show up with a lawn chair and bowl of popcorn, to watch all of this unfold and enjoy the victory. He’s caught off guard by her joke – It’s not a common occurrence to hear one from her, especially not accompanied by a smile. He lets out a laugh at her words, holding out his pack of cigarettes for her. It’s an unspoken shared practice between them – Whenever the two are together, it doesn’t take long for a pack of cigarettes to join the conversation. “I said witch, not bitch.” He points out with a laugh, giving her smirk. He’d never pass up the chance to push her buttons just a bit. “S’weird seein’ you so chipper.” Andy points out, giving her a once over. “Guess it’s a worthy occasion. Rowan’s had a smile on her face since I broke the news.” 

Normally she’d resent Andrew implying she’s a bitch (even though it’s painfully and obviously very true), but today Reina just laughs as she takes a cigarette from his pack and hands it back, her good mood allowing her to recognize the joke for what it is. “There’s a difference?” Her smile drops to a scowl when he comments on the fact that she’s actually in good spirits for once, although it’s mostly just for show. “I’m always fucking chipper, Andrew.” Reina knows how thrilled Rowan had been to hear Kane finally got what was coming for him — the text messages the two had exchanged the night before had been enough of an indication, although at the time she hadn’t known why her sister was so acting so upbeat. As soon as Reina was let in on the secret, it all made sense. “She and I both.” After rifling through her bag for a lighter and lighting her cigarette, Reina stands back beside her brother to watch the scene unfold in front of them for a beat before she speaks again. “How many of them do you think got sick when they saw it? I’m guessing at least two.”

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suttxnchambers‌:

One of the reasons she came to Reina about this was the older woman’s blunt attitude. The other, bigger reason was that one else in her life would understand the magnitude of everything that was happening to her all at once. Reina, at least, understood everything going on; and wouldn’t sugar coat the details. Rowan was another stop on her list, but she heard that they took Andy in too, and she knew that Rowan had more on her plate. She wouldn’t add to it. “No I don’t,” Sutton finally spoke after a sip of wine that drained a third of her glass. Normal, not easier. Normal she could deal with. Snorting a little bit at the older woman’s recount of what she’s dealt with, the prospect drummed her fingers against the counter lightly. Opening her mouth to speak, there was a sudden burst of vibration coming from her pocket. From the pattern she felt it was rapid fire messages, and expecting some sort of emergency, Sutton lit up the screen. Marhsall. An eyeroll was quickly followed by Sutton draining the rest of her glass as she put her phone on do not disturb and flipped it over. Huffing out an annoyed exhale, she searched for her previous train of thought. “I mean I figured it’s petty. If anyone had done their research they’d known he’s barely been getting out of bed the past two weeks.” Maybe it was the lack of sleep but the annoyance was dripping through the mechanic’s words. “God if this was any other time I’d be fine, you know? But jail is the last place he has to be now after everything…”

The reminder that Maddox isn’t exactly coping well with his mother’s death hits Reina harder than it should, and she follows Sutton’s lead in draining most of her wine from the glass before pouring them both a bit more. His arrest had easily been the cherry on top of what’s been a shit cake for him the last week or so, and of course it has Reina worried. He’s not the type to spiral and go off the deep end, or at least she doesn’t think so, but Maddox is the type to lock himself inside for days on end and she’s not sure that wouldn’t be worse. “I know,” she agrees with a shake of her head. “This is the last thing he should have to deal with right now.” Really, from what Reina’s seen, Sutton has been a huge help in making these last few days easier on Maddox — save for this recent incident — and Reina had almost found it in herself to thank her for it, but now her mind’s gotten sidetracked and irritation has started to flare up in her. It’s not anything Sutton’s done, but she can’t help but wonder why she’s getting an influx of texts when Maddox is clearly unavailable. Nodding towards the phone that had just been blowing up, Reina raises a skeptical eyebrow as she takes another sip of her wine. “Someone’s needy.” It has to be the ATF agent Sutton was telling her about at the fall festival, and Reina knows that Sutton’s just following orders when it comes to him, but it leaves a bad taste in her mouth that they’re still in contact. She’s always pounced on anything that could be considered a flaw in the women Maddox dates and even though she likes Sutton, she’s not above doing the same to her. 

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brentthxmson‌:

Brent scoots himself back, setting the book onto the desk as he flashes Reina a smile. Okay, maybe he shouldn’t have had his feet up on the desk, but there’s been nothing to do at work for a while and Brent was bored. She couldn’t possibly be upset with him over a book, could she?

“It’s been dead all day,” he tells her. “Not even any phone calls in the last two hours, which is weird, but whatever. What brings you in?”

Brent’s immediate change in demeanor isn’t lost on Reina and she smiles to herself a bit, satisfied with the impact she has on him. She may not technically own the shop but she has absolutely no problem putting anyone who works there in their place if need be. And maybe she’s been on a little bit of a power trip ever since she got the news about Kane, but that’s neither here nor there. “So that means you should just, what? Stop doing your job? You couldn’t find something else to do? I hope you realize you’re very expendable, sweetheart.” It’s unnecessarily harsh, but that’s Reina. Really, she has no reason to be there other than to bother Jackson, and she doesn’t really appreciate Brent nosing in her business. “My husband owns the place, do I need a reason to come in?”

[rcina]

11 (The Thane Brothers), 15, 26

11. Fuck, Marry, Kill

I’m only answering this bc I want everyone to kno wat a sick fuck u r for asking this Lindsey............................

Fuck & marry Jackson but also kill him and kill the other two also thanks bye

[rcina]

17

17. In what ways does your character relate to the God/Goddess they represent? 

Hera is queen of the Gods so obviously Reina is queen of the Prims, as well as the goddess of marriage and childbirth which is where her obsession with her marriage comes from, and all her kids that she didn’t want but had anyway ‘cause she’s fertile af. And like also Hera is a crazy, vindictive, jealous, vain, and murderous woman so I do my best to make Reina the same hehe (: She quite literally is known for her wrath and how terrifying she was to people who crossed her, specifically the women her husband had affairs with and her rage literally knows no bounds. She’s known for always being angry and generally a bitch, so that’s why Reina is the Worst, but Hera’s also super insecure in her marriage which I also do my best to convey idk. 

[rcina]

22, 26, 8, 2

Does your character feel worthy of love? Of hate?

It’s not that Reina doesn’t feel worthy of love, because she totally thinks the world should revolve around her and everyone should love her, but she also doesn’t really think love exists so she doesn’t think anyone like, loves her loves her. She also isn’t delusional enough to think she hasn’t done things that would make people hate her, so she knows she’s worthy of hatred she just doesn’t give a fuck.

What is a plot that you’d like to do but haven’t explored yet? 

chris is that a weed

Who is their Olympus crush? Why?

idk prolly her HUSBAND BC SHE’S MARRIED TO HIM........

What traits or talents does your character have that would make them a good/bad member of an MC?

She is not a member of the MC but if she WAS she’d be a pretty good one if not a little impulsive but that’s okay because she’s apathetic, ruthless, and rarely feels remorse for anything awful she does and u gotta be like that to be a good club member (:

[rcina]

11, 13, 20, 28

11. Fuck, Marry, Kill (add three names when sending)

u didn’t send me names mason………..

13. Have you ever done drugs? If so, why did you choose to not continue/why did you continue to?

NO

20. What does your muse think is least attractive about my muse? 

His tiddy tassles

28. This or that: 

Trojans or PrimordialsBar or DinerKaraoke or dancingCrocs without socks or crocs with socks NONENOLA or OlympusBadass motorcycle or badass carCut or leather jacketCronus or the actual Devil himself who may actually be CronusDrinking or smoking

[rcina]

jacksonthane‌:

“Good. I know he will be.” Jackson is, of course, thinking about Maddox and they boy’s wellbeing, but he has his priorities. And Reina ranks above the young man despite that fact that they’d spent the better part of last year at each other’s throats. He supposes he’s been a little more caring towards Reina as their conversation about trying set in. He’s still not entirely sure what he’s doing, or whether he wants to continue doing it, but for now…Jackson is here to let her rest against him as she leans back, his hands going to smooth themselves down the sides of her arms in a half instinctual movement. 

But then he feels her warmth retreating from him and he wonders whether the little moment is over. A part of him is relieved, as he’s still not ready to get back to how things were before everything. However there’s also the sense of disappointment deep down, as he’s unable to ignore the reaction to her pulling away, though he doesn’t linger on it. There’s a small hint of annoyance in his voice with his first answer, thinking he’d already explained his thought process. He’s also not entirely thrilled that she’s decided to imply that he’s usually difficult. “I told you. I don’t want him out doing things for the Club when his head is messed up. It’ll just result in sloppiness. And I don’t need him or anyone else getting hurt.” His lips pursed at her next question though, stone taking over his features after confusion passed over them as he realizes what she’s getting at. “Am I not allowed to be rational?” He knows an outright denial always triggers her, without a doubt.

Deep down Reina knows he is being rational. Somewhere beneath all of the insecurity and trust issues she’s fucking buried in, she knows Jack’s reasoning for simply letting things be when it comes to Maddox is totally sound — but she refuses to believe that’s his only motive here. It wouldn’t be the first time he had an ulterior motive, even if in this case it’s extremely unlikely. “You’re never rational unless it’s self serving,” she bites back at him, which isn’t even remotely true. Jackson can be completely sensible without motive when he wants to be, but Reina’s not thinking about that right now, not when her mind is so dead set on self-destruction. It’s like a disease, this crazy and irrational behavior that consumes her and makes her act completely insane, and she never knows how to stop it.

Right now, Reina has no desire to keep herself in check. All she wants is for Jack to admit wrongdoing so she can gloat about being right in not trusting him in the first place, so she’ll push and push until she gets the answer she wants out of him. If she’s learned anything from their recent spiral, it’s that it’d be better to catch him in the act and call him out for it now than be embarrassed by it two decades from now. “So? Did your dick slip again? Who was it?” Her hands rest on her hips in an effort to make herself seem taller, more powerful and more intimidating, although it’s a sad attempt at hiding her blatantly obvious insecurities. “I’m going to find out anyway, so you may as well save yourself a public berating and just tell me now.”

[rcina]

9, 13, 16, 26

9. Would they ever associate with someone from the opposing MC (for members/associates)? Do they mingle with both MCs (for neutrals)?

Only to harass them. Or if she needs Seth’s help in murdering someone she GUESSES she can suck it up and deal with him :/ Other than that she only feels pure hatred for the Trojans and pretty much wants nothing to do with anyone. Even when she sees Ford she’s a bitch to him.

13. Have you ever done drugs? If so, why did you choose to not continue/why did you continue to?

NO

16. Who is your character loyal to?

The club, her husband, and most importantly.... herself (:

26. What is a plot that you’d like to do but haven’t explored yet? 

Once again...... someone offer her a line when she’s blacked out or something.........