[sythegun-aa]

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Hi ! my name is Selena  I'm 25+ and this blog will have highly triggering / dark themes. That being said ? I am latina so, slurs, and various other offensive themes are off limits. I do understand that while SOA is heavily steeped in such disgusting language I will NOT be using ANY SLURS. As well as being latina I am also a former sex worker, so ? I will also not be using whore/slut while my muse is addressing anyone. I am VERY uncomfortable with people who have muses whose backgrounds are sex industry based without a) educating themselves or b) doing it for shock value.

 While I am LOOSELY canon based I will also be drawing upon my own lore to add some southern gothic elements / Shakespearean ( mainly characterizations ). I do also tend to speak quite openly about issues regarding SOA canon but, I DO tag it accordingly : anti soa //. DESPITE these rules that you are about to read I am VERY open, and friendly ldshifjnkdf JUST I've been here a long ass time and? I want my blog to be the sort of content I WANT to see on it, and to be comfortable while rping. I NO LONGER HAVE DISCO due to my work schedule / I constantly forget about it ! Easiest way to reach me ? IMS. I will NOT be following duplicates for my own sanity. in the past ? They've sent me hate, or ? Lifted headcanons    I WISH THE BEST TO ANYONE WHO WISHES TO PICK UP THIS MUSE THOUGH

** There will be crass language, drug use, and drug mentions on this blog as well as suicide but I will tag all accordingly AND if you need anything else tagged don't hesitate to ask.

                                                          CHARACTERIZATION. 

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While writing        Jackson    N.    Teller     I will be primarily pulling from seasons 1-4 ( keep in mind I have seen ALL 7 numerous times ). Just ? For my own vision of Jackson / sanity I wish to keep his canon behaviors from those four seasons. I will also be pulling from Hamlet when divulging into the later seasons, when things in his life start to fall apart, and he does indeed go mad. Now, that being said ? From articles I've read / my own research I do believe Jackson had bipolar disease. While it is an ASPECT of Jackson it does not define him.

SAMCRO is very much a dangerous organization, and? He will not hesitate to protect those who he loves OR fight back if he feels threatened. Jackson is a very powerful muse who? ALSO understands how the hierarchy of that world works. BASICALLY if your muse is MORE powerful than Jackson he will NOT challenge                       he is smarter than that, and ? It's just not worth his time. I will of course be hinting at his heart condition that he was born with, and that ? ALSO impacts the way I write him ( bc sorry Kurt you needed to hit upon that I CANNOT ). I will hint on the sex industry since ? SAMCRO does at one point own a porn studio, and later? An escort service. I WILL AGAIN NOT BE USING ANY SLURS OR DEGRADE ANY FEMALE MUSES AND ? NEVER USE THAT AS A HUGE PLOT. I will of course have him familiar with the industry, but that's pretty much it. ANOTHER IMPORTANT ASPECT ? JACKSON IS A FATHER.

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The only woman that applies to ALL my verses is Wendy Case, she is the one woman who he does have a marriage, a divorce, and eventually a son.Tara, and any other relationship in SOA is one that you have to come approach me about. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH EACH RELATIONSHIP IS VERSE DEPENDENT AND NONE OF THEM COINCIDE. Personally I didn't agree with Jackson cheating on anyone, and will continue to keep it that way. I am multiship and multiverse so !! I do not do 'cheating' plot-lines

I am more than open to the idea of one night stands, relationships that MAY last a week. Friendships that then tie your muse to mine, and of course ? ENEMIES. Please do not hesitate to approach me about your muse sleeping one night with Jackson, and having no strings attached because ???? THAT IS REALISTIC. He can be a stepping stone to your muse realizing what they want / realizing that they deserve better than a fucking oily haired biker ( I say this with love ) I am comfortable with writing SMUT if I know you very well, and ? You're ABOVE THE AGE OF 21. I am more than 100% okay with fade to black.

                                                                FOLLOWING.

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I will of course be reading rules of ANYONE I follow, I really try to follow people who are 18+ because ? I'm getting older, and ??? It just makes me feel safe. Has nothing to do with me not thinking you're a capable writer it's about me being comfortable. I AM SO OPEN TO OCS listen, as long as you have an about page or IM me with your amazing muse ? Most likely I'll love, and fall in love 

I will not be following OCS that are TELLER children --- I'm so sorry but, I have followed OC children in the past, and I've gotten god-modded or ? Just made me feel VERY uncomfortable. I will of course follow ABEL'S or THOMAS'S  but, I would LIKE to talk before we interact    just because ? There are some tweaks that need to be done when I'm writing my muse, and ? It just makes me feel better.

[sythegun-aa]

ARCHIVING & MOVING. 

          as   you   guys   know   i’ve   been   talking   about   this   for   a   LONG   time.    i    feel     bleh   on   this    blog,    and    !!    everything   tagwise   is   dead,   i’ll   be   moving   blogs   over   the   weekend   @sythegun   is   still   my   url   so!    feel    free   to   follow   <3    love   you   all.   i’m    hoping   this   will   help,   or    maybe   it’s   time   to   just   put   this     muse    to   rest   (   honestly   it’s   been   like   3+   years  )    we’ll   see   !   honestly   i    have   loved    writing   with   everyone    and    love   everything   i’ve    developed   on    this   blog.   

[misterhunnam]

CHARLIE HUNNAM as Bob Frey Jr. in A Million Little Pieces trailer — August 30th, 2019.

[soulrph]

'𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶' 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

as promised! i might make an updated list, but these will keep us shippy fools going for a while! in the meantime, if you think of other ideas to add to the list, don't hesitate to let me know!

[ HAIR ] : as they kiss the receiver, sender tangles their fingers into receiver's hair.

[ WAIST ] : sender catches receiver around the waist right before they kiss them.

[ GRAB ] : impulsively, sender quickly crosses the room to where the receiver is standing, grabs them, and pulls them into a passionate kiss.

[ BRUSH ] : just before kissing them, sender tenderly reaches up and brushes a strand of hair away from receiver's face.

[ CUP ] : gently cupping the receiver's face in their hands, sender guides them into a tender kiss.

[ ARMS ] : sender holds receiver in their arms while they kiss them.

[ THUMB ] : sender gently runs their thumb across receiver's lips before leaning in to kiss them.

[ PULL ] : sender pulls the receiver close against them as they kiss them.

[ PIN ] : sender pins receiver against a wall and begins to kiss them.

[ STRADDLE ] : sender straddles receiver while in the process of kissing them.

[ TUG ] : sender hooks their fingers in receiver's belt loops, and tugs them in for a kiss.

[ GAZE ] : right before the kissing begins, sender gazes at receiver's lips, then back up at their eyes, waiting for them to make a move or give confirmation.

[ NECK ] : sender brings a hand up and rests it on the back of the receiver's neck, pulling them in for a kiss.

[ LAUGH ] : sender can't help laughing in the middle of the kiss.

[ POP ] : a la "the princess diaries", sender is so absorbed in the kiss, that their foot involuntarily lifts off the ground.

[ BREATHE ] : sender has to force themselves to stop kissing the receiver to take a break to breathe.

[ LIPSTICK ] : after the kiss ends, sender pulls away to reveal that the sender/receiver/both have lipstick marks on their face afterwards.

[ FOREHEAD ] : following the kiss, sender gently rests their forehead against the receiver's. basically a forehead touch but like. post kiss.

[ ANOTHER ] : following the first kiss, sender places another brief one on the receiver's mouth.

[ LEAVE ] : having just given the receiver a kiss of a lifetime, sender leaves the room, leaving the receiver to wrap their head around what just happened.

[sythegun-aa]

@shewalked  ‘   do   you   still   hate   me?  ’    it’s   LESS   of   a  question  than  a   statement.   it  wasn’t    charming   NOR    ENDEARING   jackson   has   run  his   luck   of   those   SIX   words   when   it   came   to   martha.   what  he   had   come   to  be   is   an   INCONVENIENCE.   ‘   i   need   to  lay   low  ’   IS  THAT   what   he’s   really   asking  ?  the   task   within   itself   HEAVY   as   he   then  clears   throat,   ‘   look   i   wouldn’t   BE   here   if   i   didn’t   have   a   death   warrant   signed   by   some   VERY   important   people  ’   

                SELFISH  to  the   end   as   he   still   looks   her   in   the   eye,   ‘   what  ,   you   want   me   dead?  ’   he   voice   softens   as   he   then   goes   to   sigh,   ‘   when  it   comes   to   me,   i   know   you   will   never   choose   me   over   you   and   YOU   SHOULD   ‘   he’s   honest  yet   that   honesty   also   comes   with   a   price.   it   comes   with   BAGGAGE,   with   things   that   they’d   BOTH   said   they’d   push   away.   ‘   martha  i  need   you  ’   VOICE   lowered,  ‘  someone  is   huntin’   me  ’   he   HATES    admittance   of   WEAKNESS,   that   he   has   to   turn   to   martha,   NOT  because   she   lacks   anything   but   for   the  SHEER   fact   HE   couldn’t   figure   out   the  next   move.   ‘  for   a  day   at   BEST  ’

[sythegun-aa]

@shelassos   he   enters   hotel   room,   barren  in  it’s   OWN   unique   way   as    he’s   been   gone   for   MONTHS.   he   wonders   what   diana  will  say.   the  two   of   them   DIRECT   opposites.   it’s  a   wonder   that   for   some   time   they   found   some   good   between   the   two   of   them.   ‘  you  called  . . .  ’   he  hears  the  hotel   door   close   as   she   has    CLEARLY  entered,   ‘   do   you   need   something  ?    for   me   to   get   my   HANDS   dirty   where   you   REFUSE   to   do   that   very   easy   task?  ’   he   enjoys   teasing   her,   REMINDING   diana   that   she   truly   only   asks   for   him   when   she   REQUIRES   his   services  . . .   LIKE   A  DOG.   

                ‘   tell   me   what   do   you   want   now  ’

[rosenroll]

[sythegun-aa]

i’m dropping icons lmao

[sythegun-aa]

LUKE         .8294i324324·

                            𝑊𝐸 𝐷𝑂 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝑊𝑂𝑅𝐾 𝐼𝑁 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝐻𝐴𝐷𝑂𝑊𝑆,  𝑊𝐸 𝐴𝑅𝐸 𝐶𝑂𝑁𝐷𝑈𝐼𝑇𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐿𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇     /     𝑰,  𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑭 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬,  𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻.     is that not all that matters  :   the intent behind the tools one uses,  and not the tools themselves  ?   luke slides into the opposite side of the booth,  guarded and no less luminous eyes scanning over the crowded cantina’s clientele.   many years ago he learned how to grow a healthy fear of those who dwelled in such grimy places.   “   i let the force guide me to you,  whether you wanted to be found or not doesn’t matter,   ”  comes his cool reply,  then he huffs a laugh and shrugs,  “   at least,  that’s what a jedi’s supposed to say.   i sorta just asked around about you.   connections  ?   yeah,  i have a couple through my brother - in - law.   he’s the infamous smuggler,  or,  well,  he was.   ”   it’s then that the jedi knight draws his hood back,  ruffling a gloved hand through his hair,  before offering it to the other man.                   

                            “   i’m luke skywalker,  pleasure to meet you,  jax.   ”

luke’s brows furrow too and he pulls his hand back towards himself,  cradling it against his chest.  “   no,  i’m not here to turn you in for a bounty.   i was actually hoping to ask for your help,  i can pay you well for your time,  if you’re interested.   if not,  just say the word and i’ll get outta your hair.   ”     

                         jackson   appreciates   the    respect,   the   HANDSHAKE,   and   as  luke   mentions   his   brother-in-law,   the   SMUGGLER   jackson   is   VERY   aware  of   just   WHOM   luke   refers   to.     ‘   you’re  not  . . .  ’   blue   hues    widen   slightly   as   he   then   leans   back   in  chair,  ‘   you’re   mistaken   you   can’t   POSSIBLY   want   me  ’   though   was   LUKE  so   wrong   to   seek   jackson   out?    he   becomes   INTRIGUED   as   he   leans   forward   ever   so,   ‘   i’m   INTERESTED  ’   then   he   goes   to   look   behind   shoulder,   ‘  we   can   offer   protection   . . .   his   army   is   GREAT  ’   of   course   speaking   about   vador,   ‘   as   you   know   we   are   EQUAL   parts   resistence   and   SELF   GAIN  ’   he   cracks   a   smile.  

                          ‘   my   men   are   sadly   bought   by  money   at   the   current   time  ’  though   they   DO   tell   you   not   to    TRUST   a    kind   face.   jackson   inhales,   as   he   then   puts   an   elbow   upon   table,   ‘   you’re   not  a   weak   link   skywalker  ,   you’re   a   JEDI  ’   jackson  VERY   aware   of   what   a    JEDI   is,   ‘   why   the   HELL   would   you   need   MY   help?  ’

[simpledoyle]

“I was working a security job in San Diego. I was just like, writing music in my living room for the longest time, you know. This instrumental tape, it migrated to me, then it really started bringing out some emotions that I hadn’t touched on in a while. It just…this natural thing came out, and all I did was record it. I surfed in P.B. one morning after work and went and recorded it, like, literally with the sand still on my feet and stuff and just sent it up that day.” - Eddie Vedder

[sythegun-aa]

MIA      .    44444444

you’d  think  she  speaks  some  common  sense .        however  this  isn’t  second  nature  to  either  of  them .        it  is  easier  to  tell  someone  to  think  with  their  brain  and  heart .        to  follow  through  with  such  a  thing  is  far  too  hard ,        since  their  lifestyles  demand  so  much  from  them .        “   then  you  know  i’m  right ,   ”        body  pulled  closer ,        making  a  dark  brow  quirk        (   and  clearly  isn’t  fighting  him  off  her .   )        “   hippie  shit  or  not ,        i  always  knew  he  was  a  smart  guy .   ”        even  if  jax  doesn’t  like  to  admit  it ,        shit  practically  everyone  has  forgotten  him  and  his  legacy .        CHOOSING  TO  IGNORE  THE  WISE  WORDS  IN  FAVOR  OF  REMINDING  EVERYONE  WHAT  A  PIECE  OF  SHIT  HE  WAS .        which  of  course ,        wasn’t  a  lie        …        at  least ,        on  a  surface  level  j.t  was  a  piece  of  shit  but  so  what  jax        (   so  was  mia .   )        cheek  leans  into  the  palm  of  his  hand ,        eyes  looking  up  at  him  before  her  eyes  close ,        returning  his  kiss .        “   oh  so  you  wanna  be  distracted  huh  ?   ”        words  honey  sweet  against  his  lips .        her  hands  come  up  and  rub  his  shoulders ,        “   why  don’t  you  go  get  the  booger  ready  and  see  what  he  wants  to  do .   ”

                      ‘   yeah   i’ll   get   him   ready  ’   shakes   head   as   jackson   disappears   into   abel’s   room.   TURNS   out   that    the   TELLER   HEIR   is    OBSESSED    with   elephants  and   otters.   jackson   doesn’t   question   as   he   then   talks   it   over   with   abel.   ‘   mia!  ’   yells  for   her   as  he   TEASES   his   son,   ‘   you   know  anything   about   otters? ’   he   gives  her   a   feigned   CONCERNED   look,   ‘   i   dunno   he   wants   to   . . .   i   guess   HOLD   one? ’   CONFUSION   believable   as    he   plays   along. 

                       ‘   said   somethin’   about    the    LA   ZOO  ’    jackson   goes  to  then   deeply   inhale,   ‘   that’s  like   . . .   WELL   it’s   a  day   trip  baby   requires   packin’   up   the   car  ’    JACKSON   PAUSES,  ‘   snacks   and   all that   stuff  ’   his   smile   infections   as  he   raises   hands,   ‘  ALRIGHT   abel,   ALRIGHT!  ’   as   abel   then   professes   that   jackson   had   promised  MONTHS   before,   ‘   maybe   we   can   stay   at   an   air  b&b  . . .   not   a   hotel   room   for   the   night  ,   make   it   a   SMALL   vacation   for   the   little   guy  ’   he   looks   into   mia’s   eyes   as  he   then   laughs   softly,   ‘   we’ll   keep   watch   at   night   . . .    because   i   don’t   know   the   last   time   we   slept   and  didn’t   get   a   call  ’

[sythegun-aa]

sorry i’m spamming the dash ! i truly do apologize.

[sythegun-aa]

ASHLEY        .4789343432

that bit resonates — not a moment of some goddamn fucking peace — and there sparks this little thought in the deputy’s head, the idea that the two of them could be amiable.   hell, if you took away ashley’s badge and sat the two of them in a bar, they might just make damn fine drinking buddies.   but they ain’t drinking buddies, and they ain’t in a bar, ain’t laughing or cheering or drowning their sorrows.   there was a dead man at ashley’s feet, just a few hours ago, and there’s going to be another bottle in his hand at the end of the night.   the deputy is able to confront himself in the mirror and he doesn’t like this, he doesn’t like seeing teller and seeing himself, hearing himself.

they look each other in the eye.   ‘ i think a lil’ bit of guilt might be in order. ’   there’s two people in this scene, ashley included, and ashley’s speaking to the both of them.   ‘ shame too, but — that’d just be askin’ too much of you, wouldn’t it? ’

                     ‘   well  SHIT   deputy  ’   jackson   doesn’t   back   down   as   he   cocks  his  head   to  the   right,   ‘   maybe  i’m  some   goddamn   sociopath  ’   it’s   partly   true,   jackson   no   longer   FEELS   remorse   for   the   men   he’s   put   SIX   FEET   UNDER,   nor   the   way    he    has   CHOSEN   to  go   about   life.   GRIEF   and    DISGUST   had   entered   blood,   and   no   matter   how   he   WIPES   those   DAMN   SPOTS   AWAY   they    will   not    BUDGE.    jackson   then   chooses   to   embrace   his   demons,   keep   them  close.   

                   ‘   you want to talk about the real fuckin’   REASON   you   came   to  this   town  ?   -   nah   this   ain’t   about   the  bodies   . . .   the   fuckin’   LOWLIVES   that    are   put   into   the  ground,   it’s   about   a  disease   that   spreads  ’   jackson   carefully   plucks   wording,   ‘    you’re   wastin’  time   with   me ’   he   sighs,   ‘   god   you   and   you’re   fuckin’   EGO  ’

[sythegun-aa]

GEMMA            .1234234

               cigarette   she   could   use,   and   she   eagerly   takes   it   from   his   hand,   inhaling   deep.      it   HELPS,   a   little   bit   anyway.      probably   the   only   thing   that   would   TRULY   calm   her   down   was   clay   coming   to   her   with   his   tail   between   his   legs   begging   forgiveness.      every   single   member   of   the   club,   plus   the   extended   family,   knew   she   held   a   grudge.      it   was   VERY   RARE   that   she   was   the   one   to   break   the   silent   treatment   and   apologize.      she   was   STUBBORN   AS   ALL   HELL   and   that’d   probably   never   change.

               ❝   look   jackson,   i   didn’t   MEAN   to   do   it.   ❞      well,   she   did   it   so   obviously   she   DID   mean   to   do   it,   but   it   was   one   of   those   act   first,   think   later   scenarios.      ❝   i   just   got   all   kinds   of   PISSED   OFF   when   i   saw   her   face.      pictured   the   shit   that   probably   went   down.      you   know   me   baby,   i’m   REACTIVE.   ❞      older   woman   sighs,   and   leans   against   her   son.      sometimes   he’s   the   only   thing   that   GROUNDS   HER   in   this   hectic   life.      ❝   we   all   get   away   with   shit   we   probably   shouldn’t.      the   BENEFITS   of   having   the   police   on   our   side.   ❞

                          ' helps when the sheriff used to have a thing for my mom ' shakes head, as he WONDERS if she thinks jackson is truly as clueless as she thinks, ' look...clay had it comin' he's a fuckin' petty sonofabitch ' jackson goes to look at his mother, 'how the hell did you ever fall for such an asshole ' words have a hint of TEASING as he then goes to inhale, ' c'mon you need somethin' stronger ' then going to reach for cigarette as he reaches for joint, ' what, you knew the shit i did ... indulge me ' gives his mother a smile as he goes to spark the damn joint.

                     ' how's it gonna end with you and clay? ' jackson ASKS this because he's USED to their dramatics, ' you two are like fuckin' oil and water at times . . . you know what THIS bullshit was all over right? '  A SHIT eating grin goes to formulate on the ELDEST teller, as he goes to laugh hard, ' half-sac made some fuckin' comment about you ' jackson laughs as shoulders shake, ' as if i haven't heard those fuckin' comments for years...usually i just beat the SHIT outta them '  PAUSES, ' clay's got style mom that's what i'll say '

[sythegun-aa]

so .... i’m gonna have to do a small starter call , too much time has passed, and i just! i wanna get back into this a bit more. 

[sythegun-aa]

atdervoured·:

@sythegun   :   ( 𝐑𝐔𝐁 ) ; one muse rubs the other’s back to comfort them while in a moment of distress .

nothing turned out the way it was supposed to anymore .   supposed to be there to just get some information on the place ,   her mission was intel and now it feels like she is once more drenched in blood .   never wanted to be this kind of person ,   the one to kill without any second thought   &   never wanted to be the kind of person that simply     .  .  .     pulled the trigger without thinking twize .   tried to be good ,   but she is someone that kill with ease and maybe she always has been .   maybe there was no point in trying to deny it anymore .   thought her sister was dead for the longest time ,   thought tantalus had killed her for helping her escape years back   :   and she thought she had dealth with that pain .   worked through that loss and grief .   but then hearing spencer was still alive ,   she was still out there and that maybe they could be family again ,   living in the hope of maybe seeing her again soon ,   only for it to be stripped away too soon .   gotten told that spencer is dead ,   killed on her way to her   &   this time there was no doubt about it .   no what if’s or maybe’s thrown around .   thought this would get her mind onto something else   :   but instead some of that neatly stored away rage and pain got out and sitting on the floor ,   back to the couch   &   elbows on knees ,   it feels like maybe she can hide away from the world in his dark livingroom .   like maybe everything else in the world keep moving ,   and she can just sit here for a few moments   :   pretending that everything is fine .

only person she could imagine seeing at the moment .   because he     .  .  .     maybe he understands .   not sure actually ,   she doesn’t really want anyone to understand this ,   but he’s the closest she could think of right now ,   that could even come close to understanding .   only one she could imagine wanting to be around .   wrist brush over forehead to get hair out of eyes   &   there’s still so much blood .   blood on hands and blood on clothes .   too tired to do anything about it ,   and there’s a silence even when he do come into the room .   silence when he sits on the couch .   silence when nothing is done and silence when his hand rub up and down her back ,   something soothing in it .   air exhales softly as she leans back ,   eyes close lightly   :   trying to simply compose herself .

he  doesn't  speak,  just  sits  as  hand  rubs  back. he  feels  as  if  there  is  evil,  that  he  himself  is  the  bringer  of  truth,  and  the  harsh  revelation  that  death,  is  just  simply  that,  death. he  goes  to  speak,  and  then  mouth  is  shut  tight. for  him,  death  had  always  been  a  friend,  a  very  real  fact  in  life  that  he  had  just  simply  processed. maybe  it  was  the  fact  that  his  first  kill  was  when  he  was  eighteen. that  at  such  a  young  age  he  was  forced  to  face  things  that  he  wasn't  ready  for. jackson  wants  to  share  this,  to  be  a  friend.

          '      it'll  be  okay  '    his  voice  low  as  he  speaks  in  such  hushed  tones. the  words  fall  and  yet  he  wonders  if  they  truly  have  any  belief  in  them. where  has  their  innocence  gone?  then  again,  he  was  never  one  for  innocence  nor  ignorance. he  has  taught  himself  to  be  resilient  to  withstand  things  that  he  has  no  real  comprehension  about.

                      '  we're  gonna  have  to  clean  this  up  '  voice  calm  as  he's  matter  of  fact  about  words,  '  it's  not  gonna  be  easy,  you're  gonna  feel  real  shitty  for  awhile  '  though  temporary  everything  was, it was just a state of mind. jackson  wishes  that  he  could  remember  a  time  that  he  felt  guilt,  felt  remorse  for  the  lives  that  he  taken. though,  that  memory  is  gone,  and  he  feels  nothing  but  actions,  movements  that  he  must  follow  through  with  in  order  to  survive.

                        '  bleach  '    says  this  as  he  goes  to  stand,  and  then  puts  on  leather  gloves  that's  he's  used  countless  times  before. blood  stained  that  will  never  be  rid  of. '  you  may  not  want  me  here,      i      get    that  '  he  inhales,  '  but  right  now?  i'm  all  you  got  '

[thewinterclown]

CHARLIE HUNNAM as Jax Teller in SONS OF ANARCHY (2008-2014) Season 3 — Created by Kurt Sutter