#userjuiceortiz

[redbelles]

Not a good time to be clever.

SONS OF ANARCHY (2008-2014) 1.05 AK-51

[alicecullen]

Where the hell’s your hand? It’s, uh- Oh, okay. 

Juice Ortiz in Sons of Anarchy 01x09: Hell Forward

[willowfae82]

so i’m watching luke cage and i swear in ep. 5 when Shades is talking to Comanche on the bar next him is, i swear, a bottle of oz. water.

idk, i could be way off. i just noticed it out of the corner of my eye.

[matthitt]

But as people much wiser than me say, competing in the Olympics doesn’t mean anything if you sell yourself short. I didn’t come here as a novelty act, and I will not be going home as one.

[loveinkfanfics]

Prison Nerds

So this little drabble came from an awesome convo I had with @juiceortiz about the “appisode” scene “Mexican Prison” and how it should’ve been longer and in an actual episode...also about how we were ROBBED of seeing more of a Juice and Happy friendship (since she posted an AMAZING gifset of the two of them being pals). So big thanks to Kerin!! <3 If you don’t follow her, you SHOULD because she’s pretty damn awesome! 

It takes place during the S3-S4 break when the SOA boys were locked up. It mentions my OC, Angela. If you’re not familiar with her, check out my fanfic, Hands All Over (x). Its sort of short now, but I might make it longer and post it on my side fic on fanfic.net later. ;) 

Anyways, enjoy and let me know what you think! 

Prison Nerds

Juice was bored out of his mind stuck in his small prison cell with Happy. He'd finished his book, re-read all of Angela's letters, and was staring at a blank sheet of paper contemplating whether to write to her or draw something. Below him, Hap was fashioning a shiv out of a toothbrush.

"You know what be an awesome weapon? A lightsaber," Juice said excitedly as he watched Happy work. "It'd be kick ass. Cut right through fuckin' everything."

Happy smirked and shook his head. "You’d cut right through yourself."

 "Nah. I'd have all the Jedi moves like Luke Skywalker. Blue lightsaber and all," he said, making lightsaber noises as he waved his pen in the air like a lightsaber.

 "Green," Happy corrected, still focused on his own weapon.

 Juice's brows furrowed in confusion. "What?"

 "Lightsaber was green."

 "No, it was definitely blue in the first two movies," he said on a scowl.

 Happy scoffed, testing the point of the shiv on his finger gently. "Nah. That's his Dad's lightsaber. He loses it during that fight with Vader. Comes back and its green."

 Juice's jaw dropped; he was right. Apparently Happy Lowman, the Tacoma Killer, knew his shit about Star Wars. "How the hell do you know that?" he asked in disbelief.

He stood up, tucking the shiv under his mattress quickly. "They're the kid's favorite movies. Seen 'em all dozens of times with her."

He grinned in response; Angela's go to comfort movie was Empire Strikes Back. He'd found her watching it a handful of times when she'd had a bad day. Her hidden geek streak was one of the things he loved most about her. She'd pull Star Wars references out of nowhere and insert them into their conversations with ease. "She's such a nerd," he said on a soft sigh. He rubbed a hand over his chest where his new tattoo was, something he found himself doing often when he thought of her. It was like his heart ached at the mention of her name. It killed him not to be able to see her every day. He missed her like crazy.

Happy nodded slowly. " Got it from her Dad. He was into all the shit."

Juice raised an eyebrow, intrigued; Angela never talked about her Dad. He'd seen one picture of him one time while helping her unpack her stuff when she moved in with him, but she'd just told him who the man in the picture was and that was all. "She doesn't talk about him much."

 "She didn't know him much, but he loved those movies. Think that's why she loves 'em so much. Makes her feel closer to 'im."

 Again, Hap surprised Juice. He wasn't used to Hap offering information about his past or saying much more than a sentence or two. Since they'd been inside, though, Hap had opened up a little more giving Juice an insight into Angela and Hap's family he never would've had otherwise. "Interesting," he murmured, starting a sketch on his little notepad. "Let me guess, your favorite character is Boba Fett? 'cause he's a bounty hunter and shit."

 Happy smirked and nodded slowly. "He's badass."

 "I always liked Han the best. Luke was cool with the lightsaber and the Jedi stuff, but Han had swag…and he got the girl in the end," he pointed out with a smirk.

 "Not much competition. The other dude was her brother."

 "That's true. She didn't have to pick any of 'em though, 'n' she picked Han. She was hot too with that slave outfit," he mused, his mind going back to when Angela wore the same outfit one Halloween. He quickly thought of something else, picturing Angela in that outfit while stuck in a tiny cell with her cousin was not a good idea. "Ang is a lot like her. Strong, smart, badass, beautiful."

 "Total pain in the ass too," he muttered, washing his hands in their little sink.

 "Nah," Juice replied shaking his head. "She's perfect. Dunno why she likes me."

 "Me neither," he shot back, though the smirk on his face revealed he wasn't one hundred percent serious. "She does though. A lot."

 His smiled widened at that; he didn't know why it pleased him so much to hear Happy reaffirm how much Angela cared about him. "Yeah. Like her a lot too."

 "Good. You hurt her and you die. Darth Maul style. Slice you in fuckin' half," he threatened, drying his hands off with his towel.

 Juice couldn't help but laugh. "Holy shit, throwin' some prequel knowledge in there! You really are a Star Wars nerd!"

 "That don't leave this cell," he said, giving him a glare before nodding to the paper in his hand. "You sketchin'?"

 He shook his head, showing him the paper. Only the first line was written: 'To my Angel'. "Nah. Writing your cousin. Gonna tell her what a nerd you are."

 Happy threw the towel at him, though the smallest hint of a smile was playing on his lips. "Idiot," he muttered, shaking his head before ducking into the bunk below him. "Best not be writin' dirty shit to my cousin."

 "Not any dirtier than she writes me," he shot back.

 His bed shook as Happy landed a strong kick to the center of his bed. "Shut up." 

 Disclaimer (just in case): I don’t own Star Wars or any part of Sons.

[balmacedapascal-archive]

everyone should be hella grateful for @juiceortiz and all the amazing gifs she makes that help keep the soa fandom alive after all these years

[ineedthesons]

There's some folks who follow other folks who have made some really high quality, impressive gifsets and I just wanna give them a shoutout and an apology for bringing my ship onto those gifsets. Not gonna apologize for the ship, but you ain't into it and I shouldn't have brought it onto your stuff.