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[crossinglines]

“You look—stunning in that suit.” Brooke @ Luke

        lucas  couldn’t  b e i I e v e  the  day  had  finally  come.  they  had  been  through so  much  together, the  UPS  &  THE  DOWNS--- they  were  all  worth  it.  stepping  up  to  the  mirror  his  hands  rose  to  his  tie,  straighten it  out  and  bringing  his  fingertips  up  to  tighten it.  a  smile  perked  at  the  corner of  his  lips  as  he  heard  the  familiar  voice. hands  drew  up  to  his  eyes  to  cover  them  before  he  turned  around. he  let  out  a  sigh,  resisting  the  urge  to  take  a  look  at  his  beautiful bride.      

    ❛  ya  know----  it’s  bad  luck  to  see  the  bride  on  the  wedding  day.  ❜            

@brokenguilt

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SOA s.c. || @bclllator​

"You don't think I can follow in my old man's footsteps? Be the best president this MC has seen? Thanks Aunt Alli, I appreciate that" Abel rolled his eyes and sighed, running his fingers through his hair. He was tired of everyone bringing him down, or telling him to go the other way, that his father didn't want this for him nor Tommy. "I'm 18, I think I can handle things with the club"

[earpangel]

––– @bclllator / presley gets an angel thing !!​

          “ no, ”  squeaks from between her lips, tears too quick to form in hazel eyes.  she drops to her knees at her friend’s side.  hands rush to the wound.  heart pounds heavy against her chest.  time seems to slow, the world melting away around them.  she was only gone a few minutes, looking through b.b.d. archives for records of an artifact when the crash sent her running.  but she didn’t need to be there to be certain of what happened.  “ no, you are so not allowed to die on me today ! ”  she’s lost enough people she loves cares about.  please.  not her.  not again.

a gentle glow starts to fill her lower periphery.  soft gold, drawing her attention.  eyes widen.  instinct takes over.  hands raise from the injury to hold warmth above.  gulps.  and flesh starts to heal beneath.  almost as if it never happened at all.  and the light dies out again.

                                        what the shnookerdookies !?

          gaping, frozen in place.  breath holds in her throat.  this can’t be real.  this isn’t right.  wynonna’s the special one, and she’s just ... waverly.  just waverly.  she’s not supposed to be able to heal people.  another beat.  and she’s up on her feet, jumping back.  “ oh my god.  oh my actual god.  what the heck was that ? ”

[charmingxkat]

@bclllator || Continued from [x]

But...but...it was so shiny. And right there. Which, as her sister had so helpfully pointed out, was exactly the point. Stahl was hoping that she (or whoever came snooping) would not be able to resist and then once she had their prints on the gun she could get them and Ali in one fell swoop -- the club for the illegal activities and Ali for helping them.

“Right. Right. File. I’m guessing desk drawer?” Or filing cabinet. But something this important one usually kept close. And under lock and key. Which begged the question of how they were going to get it. Because if they couldn’t touch the gun, then they most certainly couldn’t break a lock.

[charmingxkat]

@bclllator || Continued from [x]

Looking back, Kat would later say that she should have seen it coming; that the pieces were right there in front of her. The presidents of the other charters coming into town, the strange air of solemnity hanging over the club afterwards, Jax’s need to make sure she knew where everything was -- going over information she had known for years...like she’d soon have to handle it on her own. Like he wasn’t going to be there. 

Being around the club as long as she had, seeing mayhem votes go down in the past, she should have put it altogether. This was no accident. How could it be? He just happened to run into a semi? Same as their father? No, her brother had gone to meet Mr. Mayhem. And he had done it on his terms.

Not that any of that future foresight made it easier in the moment. For as Audrey spoke, Kat found it harder and harder to breathe, the world around her beginning to spin. Jax. Her brother. Her twin. The one person she had never been without was gone. She, along with her nephews, were officially the last Tellers standing.

Fuck. Her nephews. How was she ever supposed to explain this to them. Jax had...he had dropped Tommy off with her, after dropping Abel at school...saying he had some club business to attend to and could she watch them for a bit. It wasn’t unusual. And Abel would in no way be surprised when Aunt Kat was the one to grab him from school. But how...

How did she tell them he wasn’t coming back? That they were it?

A choked sob escaping, she reached back to steady herself on the back of the couch, sinking down to perch on it’s arm. The hell was she supposed to do now? Without him? As much as they fought. As much as she thought him an idiot. He had always been by her side. And her his. But now...

“I...I don’t...someone should get Abel from school. And what about the...his...do I have to sign something? I don’t...I don’t remember what happened with...what do I do now? I don’t know what to do...I can’t...I need him...”

[charmingxkat]

@bclllator || Continued from [x]

Moving to the freezer, Kat grabbed four ice cream bars and handed them to the kids before ushering them out the kitchen door and into the backyard of the house she now shared with Opie. Once she was certain they were away from the door and out of hearing range, she turned her attention back to her sister, motioning for her to take a seat at the table. She’d grab drinks.

It was a fair question. Jax, Opie, Chibs, Tig...they were all inside and at the mercy of Pope. And given what she knew of the man, she had a feeling whatever game he was playing with them, it was rigged. And not in the club’s favor. Which made it a little hard to plan. Even if Jax continually told her that ‘he got it’ and just to look after Tara and the kids. They were gonna need her, just like her now stepchildren would.

Stepchildren. Yeah. That was still a whole, terrifying, thing.

Grabbing two beers from the fridge, she set one in front of Ali before sliding into the chair across from her. “Honestly? I don’t think they have one. Jax said something about trading favors. Doing a job or two and then Pope will make the witnesses disappear, but I don’t trust it. Like at all.”

[earpangel]

📱- presley

send 📱 to find out about my muse’s phone || @bclllator / presley.

what ringtone my muse has set for yours:  do you want to build a snowman ?  she’s not sorry about it.what contact photo my muse has set for yours:  [ x ]what my muse thinks of the way yours texts:  she enjoys texting with pres, but she’s never really spent a lot of energy on judging her style.how quickly my muse responds to your texts:  often fairly quickly, unless otherwise occupied.  the most she’ll take is a few hours, though, and that’s if she’s sleeping / working / fixated on some research project.how often our muses text:  regularly.how often our muses call:  way less regularly.does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours:  not generally.last text sent from my muse to yours:         [ text ⇢ presley🌹 ]  can i interest you in a potato ?         [ text ⇢ presley🌹 ]  my sister brought me a lot of potatoes.         [ text ⇢ presley🌹 ]  like, an obnoxious amount of potatoes.         [ text ⇢ presley🌹 ]  she’s trying to hint that i need to stop sending her to the                                        farmer’s market, but i’m probably just going to ask for a                                        buttload of those delicious croissants next time.

[ameliorenous]

she STILL had her hands propped on her hip as she looks at her friend EXPECTANTLY. major mass spec was one of her FAVORITE and oldest machines and it hurt that ellie had LIED when she asked what happened to him. moving her hands from her hips to cross over her chest, abby pouted for a moment before shaking it off. ❛ FINE, i guess it’s a good thing you figured out that short... ❜ she shoots her hand out to point her finger at the smaller girl, ❛ just DON’T make a habit of keeping me in the dark. i’ve got WAYS of finding out about these kinds of things. ❜ she holds the look long enough for ellie to realize she was being serious before she smiles. ❛ ok, ❜ abby breathes out, ❛ so whatcha got for me? ❜

*・°☆. @bclllator : bishop; cont.