fear the reaper

I'm Jax Teller, president of SAMCRO. It ain't been an easy road to get here. I've got two incredible boys, one hell of a Harley, and a motorcycle club I'd give my life for. Ride on. Indie RP blog for Jax Teller from Sons of Anarchy. Material on this page may be mature and/or triggering. May not be tagged or cut.

[thekingofsamcro]

CRYING BECAUSE OF THE FINALE. CAN I COME BACK NOW?

[emiofrp]

I love secret santas, honestly, and since I haven’t seen one for the rp community yet, I thought I’d do one!

What is This?

If you reblog this by November 25th, you’ll be a part! All you have to do is send a nice anon message to someone every day (or just talk to them on anon!) starting on December 1st. You can reveal yourself on the 25th, and hopefully, you’ll have made a new friend :) Yay!

Rules

Reblog this once, and once only.

Make sure you reblog by November 25. If you reblog after 11:59 EST on November 24, I won’t include you. This is so I can pair everyone up in time!

Once you receive your URL…

Make sure you message your person at least once a day!

Be nice. We don’t need mean anons around here.

Don’t reveal yourself until the 25th. 

Etc. 

If you haven’t gotten a message from your secret santa by December 3rd, message me here, and I’ll reassign someone. 

Make sure your ask and anon option are on before December 1. 

If you haven’t gotten a url from me by November 30, message me!

I think that’s it.

[thekingofsamcro]

So I take baths with bleach once a week for this chronic skin thing I have, and it occurred to me tonight that I hope no one I know is ever murdered because they will search my place and see a bleach-stained bathtub and then I'm just fucked.

[thekingofsamcro]

Have several replies drafted and ready to rock. I'll post all of them tomorrow when I'm done. MASS POSTING BITCHES. 

Okay. Like, mini-mass. 

[thekingofsamcro]

Doing comments tonight! Starter for: loyaltyofthescots Comment for: oldmanmorrow exjunkiecroweater tiggerdontchangestripes secondsonofsoa What am I missing?

[oldmanmorrow-deactivated2014032]

"Guess you’re forgettin’ all those years I was teachin’ ya how to fix a bike while your ol’ man diddled away in Belfast."

[thekingofsamcro]

"I've forgotten nothing. What my old man did was inexcusable, and I hold him accountable to that, too. Just like I hold you accountable for the systematic destruction of my family, and the desecration of my club." 

[aboutreciprocation]

he knows you love him.

[oldmanmorrow-deactivated2014032]

"Oh, I know I done wrong, son. But looks like all that journalin’ a yours didn’t help you do it any better."

[thekingofsamcro]

"I am not... your son." 

[thekingofsamcro]

This is what I hope for you: I hope you get everything you deserve. I hope you receive the same kindness that you've shown others. I hope that you spend the rest of your life remembering the hot ache of ink burning your arm and the painful peel of it as it heeled in the sharp, black block. I hope that you yearn, every day, for the things you've lost, and you remember that I was the one who put you there. 

[thekingofsamcro]

((The comment that started the conversation.)) 

[thekingofsamcro]

Okay. The last thing I want to do is be an asshole. So, in advance, if this comes off assholey, I apologize. But when roleplaying becomes tedious for me, I shut down. I've been roleplaying for over 11 years now, so as you can probably tell, it takes quite a bit for it to be "tedious." With that being said: 

1. I am slow.  2. I respond to threads as my muse allows.  3. I am slow.  4. That may mean that my response to your thread may take an hour.  5. That may mean that my response to your thread may take five minutes.  6. That may mean that my response to your thread may take weeks.  7. Did I mention that I am slow? 

I know people don't like to wait that long usually, and that's okay. I lose partners because I take so damn long, and I get it, really. Seriously, I'm a big girl, and I don't take offense to it. 

But please, for the love of God, I really am begging you, do not demand to know if I'm going to respond or not. Do not demand that I respond to your thread. Do not try and guilt trip me into responding to you, or anything of that nature. Because, unless I've told you differently, yes, I am planning to respond to your thread. 

If you think I've missed the thread, DO NOT be afraid to nudge me. A simple, "Hey, it's your turn in the thread," or "Did you see I responded?" is more than sufficient. But trying to shame me for not responding is not okay. It just isn't. 

Roleplaying is supposed to be fun. I'd like to keep it that way. Messages like these will cause me to shut down interaction with your character, because it becomes a chore to respond to someone who just puts pressure on me. 

TL;DR: Don't demand that I respond to you, and don't demand to know if/when I'm going to answer your comment. I will. If you don't want to wait, I understand, and bless you, and God speed. Feel free to politely nudge me if I haven't responded. 

There is a BIG difference between "polite" and "petulant," and I'm sorry, but as someone who does this for fun, I just don't have time to worry about the latter. 

Thanks for reading. Apologies if this offends anyone. 

[thekingofsamcro]

All good conversations in our apartment start with, "How tired are you?"

[secondsonofsoa-deactivated20160]

The Essay || Jax

[secondsonofsoa-deactivated20160]

"Hey dad, yeah it is…I got accepted. Dad they loved my stuff!" Thomas said, practically vibrating with joy as he handed the acceptance letter over. "I had to submit an essay about my life as well as my portfolio of some of my pictures too."

[thekingofsamcro]

"Jesus, Thomas, I am so proud of you. First Teller to get into college." He grabbed the paper with one hand, ruffling his boy's hair with the other, settled into a chair next to Thomas to read. "Your life, huh? Bed you had a well of shit to write about. Lemme see." And he began to read. Slowly. With each word, however, Jax's smile began to fade, a knot forming in the pit of his stomach. 

[badappleincharming]

Avery sat at the table. Trying not to rip up her napkin too much. Anxious? Yeah. A little. For a variety of reasons. Most of all, thrumming with the dull knowledge that this was Jax, and she’d rode his cock plenty of times but this was different. This was food and civility. She wasn’t great at being civil. One of the reasons she worked with kids. They ate boogers. 

She shook her foot under the table, before her eyes caught on Jax. And then nerves cut short. She offered a grin, and said, “Hey…you look better when I’m mostly sober, you know that? How’s that happen? You use Olay or something—?” Yeah, good. Keep talking. It’ll make you look less like an asshole.

[thekingofsamcro]

Dinner. Going out. Sitting at a table with Avery, in public. Jax was wary to say the least, but willing to give this a shot. And why the hell shouldn't he? His patience was at the edge of the knife tucked into his belt as he got ready, smoothed his hair out of his eyes, hopped on his bike, and drove. Things with the club had been going... smoothly. As smoothly as they could, given the circumstances. The stress of the months passed was lessening, just slightly, so why the hell not put himself in a shitty position for a day? 

He entered the restaurant (she got there first) and went to the table, sitting across from her. Smiling. "You serious?" Olay? The only reason he knew the word was because Tara made him go to the store to buy some one day. Of course, who knew there were thirty different kinds of "Olay," and he'd come back carting the wrong one and had promptly been forced to turn around and return it. "Nah, it's mostly just whatever soap's still in the shower. You okay?" He hesitated, allowed her a moment to answer, and then continued with, "Listen, we don't have to do this if you aren't interested." 

[thekingofsamcro]

Jax: You know what I told you when you were a little kid?  Thomas: Brains before bullets? Ride or die? Harleys before harlots?  Jax: I told you I'd always keep you safe. 

[thekingofsamcro]

Nothing terrifies me more this season in Sons of Anarchy than knowing that Happy is the Sergeant at Arms, but David Labrava isn't in the opening credits. 

[thekingofsamcro]

When there are no prospects around, just make Juice do it.