#sythegun

[thefixeroutie]

“If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.” 

at the table she sits –––   a table that seemed like it was placed there to fill the room .   furniture that was old and worn ,   haphazardly placed without intention .   this hollow building was small and out of the way   ...   NO ONE KNEW WHERE THEY WERE .   the redwood nine hides here ,   plotting and scheming of ways to further their stake in the war with clay .   it was hollow and empty ,   arguably it wasn't safe at all .   the problem with the war with clay is that no matter what ,   things were bloody .   IT WAS VIOLENT .   in this life they could barely find a path that was safer      ( less   ...   bloody . )   it's fate that their lives have exposed them to such violence ,   that it quickly became second nature .   jackson told her that he didn't want to live that life anymore .   he broke away from the sons because he wanted to follow his father .   A HIPPIE ,   in his own right and yet ?   he also promised her he wouldn't drag her crew through the dirt either .   

" what the fuck did you say to me ? "   was the first thing that came from her mouth ,   after a long moment's silence .   confusion and betrayal sits on her features ,   an unfamiliar expression for her .   betrayal   ...   shit never sat easy with her .   she puts her hand up for a moment before he goes to reply to her .   " so what ?   i'm not supposed to question your bullshit plan ?   one which by the way ,   can get not only you and your men killed .   but my girls too ?   the fuck i'm i going to explain that to liv ? "   anger is quick to rise from her core ,   to her chest .   it shakes her very being and yet she knows she needs to remain calm .   " i swear to the lord fuckin' above jackson ,   choose your next couple sentences carefully .   DON'T PISS ME OFF . "

[thefixeraa]

s. @sythegun , liked for a starter .

MORNING - about five am , core keeps her balanced while scratching the back of her leg with her other foot , and pouring coffee into two plain white mugs . with the windows cracked , it was a quiet morning ... the morning song birds sing a chorus , one bird at first than another , then one became two . IT COULD ONLY BE A SIGN OF AN EARLY SPRING . with the warmer weather making its annual arrival known , people will be out and enjoying the weather . well ... as much as they can at least . with the two mugs filled to the rim ( and their preferred milk / cream : sugar ratio already poured in . ) mia walks over to the table , sliding one mug over to him while talking a first sip of hers . watching him for just a moment , a second more and she's already lifting a leg over his lap to straddle him .

" baby , " she settles comfortably in his lap , one arm resting on a shoulder while she drinks more of her coffee . " can i ask ya' a favor ? " a sweetness to her tone , the sort of still sleepy kind of sweetness . her bottom lip pokes out more so that her infamous pout came to form . " promise you won't immediately say no without at least thinking about it ? "

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

LIKED : short para starter call / @sythegun

featuring tara knowles with jax teller.

               ❝   i   know   it’s   hard…      but   the   good   news   is   he’s   stable.   ❞      for   now,   but   she   leaves   that   part   out.      it   hurts   her   to   see   these   cases,   but   this   one   hits   much   closer   to   home   than   she   would   have   liked.      this   being   jax’s   son,   and   their   history?      it   just   has   her   praying   all   the   more   that   he   has   his   fathers   strength.      ❝   i’ll   be   doing   everything   in   my   power   to   make   sure   he   stays   that   way,   jax.      you   have   to   have   a   little   faith.      don’t   count   him   out   yet,   he   is   a   teller   after   all.      you   guys   don’t   exactly   quit,   remember?   ❞

[murkyhazed-hasmoved]

@sythegun​​ said:    ❝ what’s got you so worked up? ❞ / for gemma!

               she’s   been   off   all   day,   and   there   were   two   reasons.      one   of   them   she   didn’t   exactly   want   to   discuss   with   her   SON   of   all   people.      hell,   didn’t   even   want   to   come   to   terms   with   it   herself.      SHE’S   GETTING   OLD,   and   hates   that   fact.      she’s   only   fifty   one,   and   here   she   is   going   through   fucking   MENOPAUSE.      nothing   to   depress   a   woman   more   than   the   fact   that   they’re   drying   up   like   the   sahara   fucking   desert.      the   other   reason   is   that   DUMB   BITCH   who   showed   up   here   at   the   club.      what   she   saw   through   the   window,   the   way   that   clay   reacted?      she   knew.      and   then   half-sack   playing   STUPID   was   the   confirmation.      they   know   the   fucking   rules,   and   if   she   wasn’t   insecure   enough   already   with   the   change,   THIS   was   just   another   blow   to   knock   her   down.

               ❝   clay   is   a   STUPID   FUCKING   PRICK,   that’s   what’s   got   me   worked   up.   ❞      she   has   a   DEATH   GRIP   on   the   clipboard   she’s   holding,   skin   stretched   tight   across   knuckles.      ❝   what   the   hell   is   she   doing   here   anyway?      WHORES   DON’T   FOLLOW   YOU.      that’s   the   most   basic   fucking   law   we   have.      THAT   ASSHOLE   broke   it.   ❞

[ofsalvo-a-blog]

the wild ones original’s in venice beach was hosting an event for one of the local shelters that houses domestic abuse victims and their children.  it was a worthy cause and one that the club has always backed ,  doing whatever they could to help out the organization.  the club in la lita offered to help out and mia’s task along with two other women from her club were handing out flyers   (   while everyone else was back at the lot setting everything up for later that night.   )   they were inviting the community ,  anyone and everyone was welcome to join in.  the club was pretty well known since it started in the sixties ,  which is why they probably handed out a lot of flyer’s already and gaining a sizeable crowd.  but it was mia who stood on the wooden bench ,  shouting loud enough for those who were nearby. music playing over her as she spoke to passerby's.   “   come join us and show your support for domestic abuse victims and their children  !   ”   she’d shout , her arms wrapped around one of the other club members’ shoulders as she as handing out one flyer after another.   “   there will be good people there ,  great music ,  amazing food and all the fuckin’ beer and whiskey you want  !   ”   

mia was always known as the more playful and outgoing one in the club.  perhaps it’s cause she was one out of two of the youngest there ,  where the rest ,  including the president was a bit more serious.  and with good reason ,  running a motorcycle club ,  let alone one of the few all-female run clubs   . . .   and as the vice president ,  she was meant to follow in the footsteps and find that being the head of a club meant that you had to take EVERYTHING seriously.  to which mia thought otherwise ,  because they already dealt with plenty of awful shit that comes with having a club like theirs.  and like so many out there too.  so when she was able to have fun ,  she would always enjoy every second of it.  mia then straightened her back ,  watching as the other club members draw people in.  determined to get a good turn out for this event.  with the help of the other woman’s stance and balance ,  mia hopped off the bench and started to hand out some more flyers herself personally.  using her playful side to get their attention.

@sythegun you didn’t personally ask for one but ya’ know i surprise you with this ❤

[queenlnss-a]

@sythegun  :  *forgets to mention that courtney love is in s7 of soa* me  :  YOU HAD ONE JOB AND NOW QUINN IS ROLLING OVER IN HER GRAVE.

[reapergrip-blog]

sythegun replied to your post: the op.ie tag is such a fanfic infested nightmare...

IM DYING IM NOT SURPRISED

have these people watched the fuckin show

opie is a bit of a prick not this GALLANT KN IGHT fanfics make him out to be lmao

[rueday]

❝   ✷   /   @sythegun,   briefly plotted and long overdue

                           her boys are gone. it’s  ...   it leaves her feeling empty inside, like there’s no point even trying. there’s malorie, of course. and she loves her sister more than the air she breathes. but it’s not the same. the love she has for her sister paled in comparison to how much she loved her kids. and they’ve been gone for months. they’d only just made it to the ranch, barely surviving the drive. but when they’d arrived, it was too late. 

          malorie has her son now, and she’s happy for her. because jessica was right. the moment mal laid eyes on him, she saw it. that unconditional love. but it’s too much, sometimes. seeing her sister with her new baby when jess is without hers. she leaves them in their room, making her way barefoot down the stairs in to the foyer where she picks up a blind fold and slips it on over her eyes, tightening it until it’s secure. 

                she shouldn’t go out alone, she knows that. but sometimes she just needs to get out of the house. blindly, she opens the front door and slips through the crack. she doesn’t bother following the string, that was mostly for malorie’s benefit anyway. jessica knows her ranch like the back of her hand. banjo follows behind her, quiet in a way he wasn’t before. he sticks to her heels and she pauses when he growls as she approaches the stables. he wouldn’t do that if someone wasn’t there.

                         ❛  you have roughly thirty seconds before he bites you,  ❜   she says quietly, standing perfectly still. she hopes it’s not one of them, the ones who “see”  --  banjo’s not an aggressive dog by nature but he’s awfully protective of jessica. the fact he hasn’t attacked yet is telling. whoever’s found their way to her ranch, it’s either a child or someone banjo knows. and that’s a good sign.   ❛  --  please be careful around the fences, i can’t wrangle the horses blindfolded.  ❜