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Sons of Lawrence

Summary:  Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top.
Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer, Kevin Tran, Jo Harvelle, 
Pairing: Eventual Dean Winchester x Female Reader
Word Count: 2,219
Warnings: Language
Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, possible explicit canon typical violence.

Originally posted by troohhippi

Freedom. That’s what it felt like when Dean hopped on his bike, and rode down the streets of Lawrence.  Even the back roads. Especially the back roads. It didn’t matter if he was going 20 or 90. It was the wind that surrounded him, pushed through his hair, up and over his shoulders. It was the fact that as he rode, nothing else mattered. Not John or Bobby grooming him to take over the family business. Not Mary pestering him playfully that it was past time to find a woman. Not Jo pining after him like he was a goddamn football quarterback. Nothing. It was just him and his bike.

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screen portrayals of jo march ranked by butchness

I’ve never seen any of these but does jo even cut her hair off in any of them? has anyone even read the book?

katharine hepburn (1933)

sorry katharine, but there’s just nothing redeeming here. I guess she’s leaning against the mantel? that’s a little butch.

1980 anime christmas special

pretty bad. the mom wears some kind of waistcoat thing in this so I don’t know why they put jo in this weird ruffled dress with that ugly brooch

susan day (1978)

wrong hair color, but they still got her mostly right. the plaid on plaid makes up for the bow. (she marries william shatner in this movie)

june allyson (1949)

this is a butch outfit. the colors are really masculine and I like the collar and that weird square pattern. they could have taken it a lot further, but a really good effort. also the first google image result was from afterellen, so I’m giving her points for that. I would probably marry this woman.

winona ryder (1994)

thanks.

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Jo March

Hair @wingssims  /  Top @serenity-cc  /  Jeans @puresims - mesh @nyloa  /  Shoes @madlensims  /  Bag @theslyd  /  Skin @catplnt  /  Eyes (contacts) @dangerouslyfreejellyfish  /  Eyebrows and Eyeliner @pralinesims  /  Eyeshadow @pixelsimdreams  /  Face contour @annamsblue  /  Lips @sim-ent  /  Nails @cherryslice  /  Lashes @kijiko-sims

Poses by @helgatisha

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The Set Up

Characters: Bones x Reader

Summary: Bones and Uncle Jim take Joanna to her favorite candy store, and Jim and Jo decide to set Bones up with the reader, the owner of the store.  requested by @yourtropegirl

A/N: okay guys, this one was SUPER fun to write, and ended up being super cute <3 so joanna’s like 7 here, but i really don’t know anything about her…and i know that in AOS, Bones doesn’t have a daughter, but we’re gonna pretend he does…

A/A/N: okay, i just realized the request said AU…and i didn’t write this specifically as an au, but i guess it could be read as one? Sorry!

Warnings: none, just an incredible amount of fluff

Words: 2363

tags: @yourtropegirl @outside-the-government @feelmyroarrrr @jimtkirkisabitch @malindacath

You huff and stand with your hands on your hips, taking in the mess in front of your small candy shop.  The wind was vicious this morning, and just after you’d opened it had knocked down your chalkboard easel sign and the trash can.  Wrappers fluttered in the small breeze, and you contemplated leaving the mess, but your conscience threatened to strangle you if you did.  You sighed and straighten the trash can, then hurry to gather the candy wrappers and parchment paper sticky from candied apples.  You try to shove the paper back into the trash, but just succeed in frustrating yourself when the sticky sugary mess clings to your fingers.  You hold back a cry of frustration and finally shove the mess into the can and stalk over to the fallen easel sign and violently set it back up.

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