#tig.

[come-join-themurder]

Tig Trager, Season 1 Episode 13, The Revelator - “Bring it...”

[joleighton]

@tigtherover at the mean cat

it was as if the mess she'd caused at the wedding reception had lifted a veil from the woman, removed her rose coloured glasses when it came to her winnings and had exposed her true feelings about it all. there was no closure - josette depended on closure and it never came. she hadn't known what on each possessed her to attend that wedding reception, or what had lead her back into the mean cat after cyrek so clearly didn't want her anywhere near but perhaps it was her self-destructiveness that was to blame for all of it. the money hadn't fixed her problems, it had just made them feel less real as she rode out some fantasy of how she could have been if she hadn't made such a mess of everything. keeping her head down, the woman walked up to the bar. "yeah, hi. please can i get a double vodka soda with a lime and not too much soda, please?"

[redwoodoriginalsrpg]

ALEXANDER “TIG” TRAGER —

AGE & BIRTHDAY: Twenty-eight / February 3rd, 1968

GENDER: Cis male, he/him

HOMETOWN: Charming, CA

TIME IN CHARMING: 28 years, not including deployment periods

AFFILIATION: Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club, Redwood Original Charter

FACECLAIM: Tommy Martinez

MORE INFORMATION.

[selfsaving]

THIS  IS  A  GENERAL  INTEREST  CALL  FOR  TIG  GRIFFITH   //   ORIGINAL  CHARACTER.

LIKE  THIS  POST  IF  YOU  ARE  INTERESTED  IN  INTERACTING  WITH  THIS  MUSE   !

MAIN  VERSE :

she’s  just  a  pretty  regular  WEIRD  girl ,  y’know.  hangs  out  with  the  nerds     &     the  goths.  only  popular  brings  her  epilepsy  dog  to  school.  the  weird  vibe  coming  off  the  dog    ?        nah ,  that’s  nothing.  totally  normal  dog     //     totally  normal  dog.  definitely  not  a  demon  on  a  leash.  nah.

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[tiggerdontchangestripes]

"You lied to me!"

Alright. Maybe he should’ve been responsible and come pick her up when he said he would instead of leaving her in the garage for…shit. Hours. But he got distracted. By SAMCRO. By politics. By Jax’s bullshit. By alcohol. And the little girl hadn’t crossed his mind until it was too late, and then he gunned his truck straight back to the garage, where she was waiting for him to pick her up and take her back to Chib’s place.

He held the truck door open for her, but the accusation caused him to stop right in his tracks. Alright. Maybe that drink was a bad idea, because she sounded too much like little Fawn, the girl who took after her mother and whose every word weighed heavy with disappointment. It hit too hard.

He turned, teeth grit, and then crouched down in front of the little girl, his hands on her shoulders. “I ain’t your father, kid,” he hissed, “You get that through your head right now. I don’t owe you a thing. The only reason I came back at all is because I owe Chibs. You wanna get home so badly? You can walk home, like I did, every time my Daddy was too shit-faced to pick me up.”