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Call your arms and raise your banners, for soon we march!!!

NOV. 14-20 2016 - WE RIDE!!!

Magic Meat Week 2016 is just around the corner. Join us in a celebration of equal opportunity fantasy and sci-fi cheesecake. Our mission here at MMW is to correct the horribly imbalanced distribution of impractical yet sexy armor and get-ups placed upon women from the battle strewn plains of Evondell to the network of space stations orbiting Klaktor 7. 

Look, we love sexy fantasy costumes but recognize there is a time and a place. For women it shouldn’t be the default, and for men it shouldn’t be infrequent to the point of nonexistence. So join us as we subvert the male gaze!

And please read this pertinent note from the movement’s creator Amanda Sharpe:

“Try to keep in mind that this is not intended to be mockery. It’s not “ha ha isn’t it funny if male characters wear feminine clothing and/or pose in feminine ways.” That type of humor is transphobic and not what Magic Meat Week is about! We’re here to take back sexy fantasy art from the straight male gaze, because men can be sexy too!

So I encourage you to draw some hot stuff and enjoy it! I’m not saying masculine characters can’t wear feminine things, but do it because it’s sexy and fun, not because it’s a joke to you.

Enjoy your beefcake!”

So get ready, and when Nov. 14th rolls around start posting those bad boys, and tagging them #Magic Meat Week or submit them straight to the blog! 

I only heard about Magic Meat Week yesterday, but I had to take part. MMW is a commentary on the ‘empowering’ costumes that women in fantasy settings are put in… By putting male characters in similar such outfits.

So here’s Mordy. Mighty wizard. Mostly wearing his own wizardly clothes, but… Differently. It wouldn’t actually be hard to get him to wear this.

He’ll Find His Way Home

Originally posted by mertcannn

Author’s Note: This is a Jax Teller imagine based on Still Breathing by Green Day a requested by a wonderful Nonny, and imagine number two for MMW day 1. This imagine is rated T. Hope you all enjoy!


He’ll Find His Way Home

-XX-
I’m like a child looking off on the horizon
I’m like an ambulance that’s turning on the sirens
Oh, I’m still alive
I’m like a soldier coming home for the first time
I dodged a bullet and I walked across a landmine
Oh, I’m still alive

Am I bleeding? Am I bleeding from the storm?
Just shine a light into the wreckage, so far away, away

‘Cause I’m still breathing
'Cause I’m still breathing on my own
My head’s above the rain and roses
Making my way away
'Cause I’m still breathing
'Cause I’m still breathing on my own
My head’s above the rain and roses
Making my way away
My way to you
-XX-

‘I’m on my way home Everly, I promise.’

The voice mail plays on a loop in her head and she tries desperately not to look at the clock. It’s been nearly forty-eight hours since Jax left that voice mail and there’s been no sign of him and though no one has said it out loud, she knows that she isn’t the only one whose worried.

The worry plays out in different ways; Gemma’s incessant need to bake, Clay’s silence, Chibs’ usual slow to anger trigger has become dangerously short and having found herself on the receiving end of said anger she finds herself going out of her way to avoid him.

“Hey lass,” Chibs’ voice breaks through her thoughts and jumping she turns to find the older man standing behind her. His hands are tucked in the front pockets of worn in jeans, and because she can’t bring herself to look at him she stares at the scarred boots he wears. “Everly, look at me.”

Taking a steadying breath, she lifts her face and finds him smiling, a soft, genuine smile he seems to only reserve for the women of SAMCRO.

“I owe you an apology lass,” he says and when she shakes her head he reaches out to her, closing callused hands over hers. “When I’m an ass I can admit it, and I was an ass. I’m just worried about Jackie…”

“I know Chibs, we all are,” she says offering a shaky smile as she turns her hands over under his, and anchoring herself to him she allows herself to feel the first honest feelings she’s felt since Jax went missing. “I just want him to come home.”

“I know lass,” he says pulling her close, and when he presses a kiss to her hair she closes her eyes and holds on. “Jackie will find his way home, he always does.”

-XX-
I’m like a junkie tying off for the last time
I’m like a loser that’s betting on his last dime
Oh, I’m still alive
I’m like a son that was raised without a father
I’m like a mother barely keeping it together
Oh, I’m still alive

Am I bleeding? Am I bleeding from the storm?
Just shine a light into the wreckage, so far away, away

'Cause I’m still breathing
'Cause I’m still breathing on my own
My head’s above the rain and roses
Making my way away
'Cause I’m still breathing
'Cause I’m still breathing on my own
My head’s above the rain and roses
Making my way, away, away…
-XX-

As Jax walks he spits blood but he keeps moving. Every step he takes puts distance between him and them, and the more distance there is the better. He got off easy, and he knows it. What he doesn’t know, and what he isn’t ready to face just yet, is that someone in his club, one of his own Brothers, sold him out.

The whole time he was held it was thoughts of Everly and his boys that kept him going, and he winces. Not from pain but from the realization that Everly is probably crawling the walls, and reaching into his pocket he pulls his phone from his pocket, groaning when he finds the screen shattered.

“Go figure,” he hisses to himself as he shoves it back into his pocket. He knows where he is, lucky for him his new found ‘friends’ had the decency to drop him not too far from town. So, he just keeps on walking.

::

“I’m going to call the police,” Everly’s words draw the attention of every person in the room, and everything goes to quiet she wonders how no one else can hear her heart pounding against her ribs. “I know what you are all going to say, and honestly, I don’t care. Jax has been gone for three days now. Three days. No calls. No texts. No signs. This is beyond me. Beyond any of you.”

“I don’t think we need to be getting the cops involved sweetheart,” Clay’s voice is the loudest dissenter and Lord knows she is not at all surprised.

“Why? Because you know where he is? Because you have something to hide?” she demands ignoring the sharp intake of breath from beside her. She knows that Gemma is staring at her like she’s grown another head, but she can’t find it in herself to care. “Your VP is missing and you sit here like it’s nothing, in fact Clay, you look pretty well rested for someone so worried…”

“That’s enough!” Clay explodes causing her to take a step back, but she’s satisfied by what she sees, and she knows by the looks on the other guys faces that she’s on the right track. Clay has something, if not everything to do with Jax’s disappearance.

“I’d say so,” Jax’s voice fills the clubhouse and she swears she feels her heart drop into the pit of her stomach and turning she stares in disbelief.

Jax stands, dirty and disheveled, but he stands nonetheless. She looks past the blood, past the bruises and when he smiles at her, she shakes her head.

“Jackson,” she hardly every uses his full name but when she does he knows he’s in trouble and when she launches herself at him and she tries to pull away when he winces, a hiss of pain escaping his lips he just holds her tighter. It seems like forever before she finally manages to step away, and cupping his face between her hands she offers a watery smile, only to be pulled away so Gemma can fawn over him.

“Where the hell were you?” Gemma asks running a hand over his hair and when he catches her wrists in his hands, shaking his head a sense of dread fills Everly.

“Why don’t you ask Clay,” Jax demands.

“Jax, what are you talking about?” Gemma asks him as he turns his attention to Clay who stands fuming and flustered.

“Clay was the only other person who knew where I was going Mom,” Jax says, eyes narrowing on the older man he’s thought of as a father for so many years, wondering where along the lines he turned into the monster he sees now.

-XX-
As I walked out on the ledge
Are you scared to death to live?
I’ve been running all my life
Just to find a home that’s for the restless
And the truth that’s in the message
Making my way, away, away

'Cause I’m still breathing
'Cause I’m still breathing on my own
My head’s above the rain and roses
Making my way away
'Cause I’m still breathing
'Cause I’m still breathing on my own
My head’s above the rain and roses
Making my way, away
-XX-

He lets himself into the house and shrugging out of his Cut, Jax takes the time to hang it. He sent Everly home hours before while the club talked things over, and though they’ve come to no conclusion on how to handle the things that are coming, he’s satisfied with the progress they made; but more than anything else he’s happy to be home.

Slipping down the hall he peaks his head into the nursery, and finding the boys asleep he smiles softly before making his way to the room he shares with Everly and leaning against the door way he watches her. She’s curled on her side, red hair falling in her face as she sleeps, her face pillowed on one hand while the other lays outstretched on his pillow. She wears one of his shirts, and something inside of him stirs when she shifts and the shirt lifts a little higher on her thighs.

“I didn’t think you were coming back,” her voice is soft, drawing him from his thoughts, and pulling the shirt over his head, he drops his jeans at the door and climbs into bed beside her. She slides easily into his arms, fitting against him as no one else has before or ever could, and letting out a contented sigh he buries his face into her hair.

“And leave you alone to deal with my Mother?” he tries for light but when Everly’s shoulder shake he knows he has to let her ride this one out and that’s exactly what he does. He holds her as she rides out the near constant waves of emotion, until finally her face turns into his neck, her lips pressing against his skin, and with his touch soft he tips her face up, and with a soft smile he brushes his fingers along the skin of her cheek.

“You and the boys were all I could think about while I was gone,” he says, and brushing the hair from her face, he presses his lips to her forehead, trying to smooth away the lines of worry etched there. “I was coming home to you, no matter what it took.”

“I know,” she murmurs and when she rests her head against his chest, letting out a shuddering sigh he knows the worst of it is finally behind them.

-XX-
'Cause I’m still breathing
'Cause I’m still breathing on my own
My head’s above the rain and roses
Making my way, away
My way to you
-XX-

Crazy for Her

Originally posted by couplenotes

Author’s Note: This is a Juan-Carlos “Juice” Ortiz imagine based on Stupid Love by Jason Derulo as requested by a lovely Nonny, as well as imagine number 4 for Music Mania Week. This imagine is rated M for language. Hope you all enjoy.


Crazy For Her

For some falling in love is a slow slide, others are dragged kicking and screaming into it, for Juan it was a rapid fall and a slap in the face all at once, and if he was completely honest he’s not quite ready to admit it. Not yet at least.

He never saw it coming, and surely never imagined he’d fall for the resident good girl; but here he is, walking her dog at a quarter to one, and not because she asked him. She never would. Oh, no, he was doing it because he wants to. He finds himself wanting to do things for her more and more, and he knows that if he isn’t careful before too much longer the guys at the shop are going to have something to say.

Letting himself back into the house, he bends down to release the leash from Luka’s collar and straightening he finds Faith leaning sleepily against the door jam, a soft smile on her lips as she stares at him.

“Did I wake you?” he asks softly as he crosses to her, reaching a hand out to run down her arm, fingers lacing with hers.

“You got out of bed,” she says as her head comes to rest on his shoulder. “You didn’t have to take Luka out; I would’ve done it.”

“You need your sleep,” he murmurs and with a finger tipping her chin up he studies her. He knows that she’s been working herself harder than normal lately, and he hates it. He loves that she has initiative and goals, he just wishes she would take it a little easier on herself. He runs his hands over her hair, trailing his fingers down the column of her throat and because it calls for it he presses his lips to her jaw, lips and teeth scraping drawing a soft moan from her that sends a thrill straight to his stomach.

“I’m not the one who rode for nearly forty-eight hours straight,” she murmurs as her head tips back so his lips can explore more of her skin, her own hands coming up to run over his head. “Mmm, have I ever told you how much I love it when you do that?”

He lifts his face to hers a broad smile forming on his lips as his eyes glow with a mischievous glow that draws a soft laugh from her lips.

“You might have mentioned it,” each word is punctuated by a kiss and when she wraps her arms around his neck he swoops her up carrying her right back to bed.

::

“Juice, got a minute?” Jax asks first thing when he walked into TM the next morning which he wouldn’t have thought anything about if it wasn’t for the look of simmering anger on the VP’s face.

“Sure, what’s up?” Juan asks before the door to church is closed behind him and he finds that Jax isn’t on his own. Chibs and Happy sit at the table, and a sense of dread begins to fill his stomach. “What’s going on?” He searches his memory, thinking over the last couple of days. Nothing went sideways on the run so he knew it couldn’t have anything to do with that, and as far as he knows he hasn’t missed a call or text.

“Want to tell us why Pastor Lindsay was in first thing this morning raising all sorts of hell?” Jax asks pulling a cigarette from the inside pocket of his cut and Juan’s stomach drops out.

“Well see…” Juan’s words trail off when the guys erupt in laughter.

“Bro, nailing the pastor’s daughter? Never thought you’d have it in you; Tig sure, but not you Juicy Boy,” Happy laughs standing to clap a hand on Juan’s shoulder, but all Juan can do is blink.

“Wait it isn’t like that…”

“That’s not what the pastor says, how did he say it Chibs?” Jax asks and turning his attention to Chibs all Juice can do is listen on.

“He’ll be damned if any biker filth defiles his daughters honor in the eyes of God…” Chibs takes on a deep, rumbling tone before breaking into laughter. “Or something like that…”

“Good on you Juice, seriously, but it’s time to cut ties,” Jax says blowing smoke up towards the ceiling. “You had your fun but we don’t need the Lindsay’s running their mouths around town or putting their noses where they don’t belong.” Jax gets to his feet effectively putting an end to the conversation and giving a shake to his Juan turns to look at his brothers filing out ahead of him.

“I can’t do that,” he says nearly wincing when Jax freezes, shoulders tensing before he turns to look at him through narrowed eyes.

“You can, and you fucking will Juice, that wasn’t a request…”

“I love her,” the words tumble from his lips before he can stop them but once they’re said he can’t take them back, he doesn’t want to. It feels good to say it. “I’m in love with her.”

::

“Juan?” Faith smiles when she finds Juan sitting on the top step of her porch. She wasn’t expecting to see him until later, but she’s happy to see him nonetheless. Her smile fades quick when she sees the look on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“Your father made a visit to TM today,” Juan says getting to his feet slowly and by the seriousness of his tone, and the way his eyes refuse to meet hers Faith knows what’s coming.

“I see,” she says, trying to rain in her emotions, but her voice shakes anyways. She doesn’t know why she thought it would be different this time; maybe it’s because she’s found herself in love with Juan. “Look I have to go to dinner at my parents so I’ll make this part easy. I’m sorry for whatever my father said to you and anyone in his path, it was fun while it lasted and I wish nothing but the best for you.” Her voice gives out on her before she can finish the practiced speech and as she moves to brush past Juan he reaches out taking her arm in his hand.

“Hey, are you breaking up with me?” he asks and blowing out a breath Faith turns to look at him.

“I know how this goes Juan, how it always goes. My dad intimidates my boyfriend, boyfriend breaks up with me with some lame ass excuse, swears we’ll stay friends and I never see them again, rinse, repeat. I’ve gotten good at this part, so please, just go…”

“Faith,” he says hands coming up to take her face in his hands, “look at me, I’m not going anywhere. I just wanted you to know that your Dad came by, raised a little hell with my brothers…”

“It’s what he always does,” she murmurs but the thought of losing Juan ignites something inside of her and taking him by the hand she all but drags him to the car.

“Where are we going?” he asks and looking at him she smiles.

“To see my father.”

::

“It’s fucking stupid is what it is,” Tig’s voice carries down the hall and Juan follows it, hovering just out of sight. “Juicy Boy’s just caught up in sweet pussy, give it a month, two tops and he’ll be back to normal, until then maybe we can do a little pressuring for our part. Someone should pay a visit to Faith…”

“And say what?” Juan asks stepping out of the hall. “What would you say Tig, to make Faith run away?”

“Juice…”

“She’s in my room,” Juan says motioning with his arms, “go ahead and go in there and tell her whatever fucked up bullshit you think will make her run, but before you do you should know something. I watched that girl go around and round with her father tonight. I watched her stick up for each one of you, for me, and I watched her father disown her, telling her that her soul is damned for loving me, and she is still here, so unless you have something better than that to say to her, I’d suggest you save your breath and fucking suck it up, because I love her, and I don’t know why, but she loves me too.”

“Well okay then…”

Juan walks away from his brothers, and he knows it’s going to take some time for them to adjust to Faith and he knows that they will; they always do whenever another old lady is brought into the fold, until then he’s willing to take the lumps for her. He’s crazy for her after all