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To Fly Where The Crows Fly Chapter 160: The Junkie Grapevine, a sons of anarchy fanfic | FanFiction
The aftermath of the explosion at Scoops, plus the massacre at Diosa, puts the whole club on lockdown, but it's not the only thing on Eliza's mind. A trip to St Thomas's yields more drama.

Starring: Eliza, Tig, Chibs,, Jax, Happy, Nero, Margaret
Brief appearances of:  Ratboy, Montez, Bobby
Mentions of: Tara, Clay, Colette


To everyone requesting

To everyone who requests an imagine from me, 

Please do not worry, stress, or panic. I see each and every one of your requests and I love them all. 

I don’t answer the requests just because I like to answer them when I am working on them plus it is also a reminder that I haven’t fulfilled your request. 

I am currently working through them at random so unless you ask specifically can I have my imagine soon or can my imagine be next they will be done at random. 

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Sadly, my Sons of Anarchy imagines are closed but you can still request for: 

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, Gabriel, Lucifer, and Crowley. 

Riverdale: 

Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, Fred Andrews, FP Jones and Joaquin. 

And Gorillaz:

2-D, Murdoc Niccals, Noodle and Russel Hobbs. 

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Ps: When we reach 500 followers (which we are super close to reaching!) I will reveal my name and a little bit more about me! 

Jax Request,

Can you please write something for Jax, really fluffy or even with some smut.

Love Game

 

I was not very good at spending that much time on the club, I’d rather be home reading a book or doing some job with a nice cup of tea than be partying all night in between crow eaters and drunk outlaws playing games and hitting each other and that’s the reason why I stayed here tonight but at some point all the insecurities I tried my best to hide were floating around, all those skinny crow eaters dancing around my man without supervision with their short shorts and push up bras made me sick so I put on a white shirt and a black jacket before heading out.

As I arrived Irma was at the door looking at me like if I was the trash in the room and not her, she moved her fake nails in front of my face and I stopped with a scowl trying not to hit her any minute now.

“Your old man is being taken good care off, you can’t go back to reading the bible or whatever you librarian rat do” she said which made me fume, I pushed her off the way and walked inside the club.

It did not take me long to see Jax with a beer in his hand talking to Chibs and Bobby, three crow eaters dancing in front of them and reaching up for them. A blonde one touching with her skanky hands Jax’s leg, I saw him shrug her off and I smile at him from the other side of the room but it still annoyed me the fact that he didn’t tell them to go away, someone approached me at the bar and I saw Tig from the corner of my eye.

“What’s got your panties on a twist, sunshine?” he said and I gave him the middle finger “Easy, tiger he ain’t interested. Don’t you see?” he said and I scoffed something that weirdly made him smile “I have a deal for you and I get to have some fun” which made me rise my eyebrows at him “I won’t touch you more than necessary, just enough to make your old man jealous, put his attention back on the pretty thing he’s missing out”

 

“You know he’s your President right?” I said and he laughed

 

“I love pissing them off, deal princess?” he said and I smiled.

“You’re a sick man Tig, but I’m up. Just get me a drink first” I said winking at him for a second.

It was fun to play around with Tig he made the most awful jokes in the world, he was overall very fun to be around and I had almost forgotten about what we were doing when I heard the sound of people moving on the back, Tig pulled my chair closer.

“He’s coming, babe and I still haven’t a thing” he said before taking me from the neck and crushing me against his neck. “Hi, pres” he said in a cheery tone and I immediately pushed him off of me to look at Jax. His blue eyes were filled with fire and I could see a tiny smirk on his face.

 

“Hi, darlin’” he said with his thick accent “I was not expecting you to come, why didn’t you come to me?” he said and I just looked at him perplexed.

“We were having some fun, messin’ around” said Tig which caused Jax to smile big, two seconds later he hit Tig right in the face which caused me to gasp out loud.

“JACKSON” I screamed and Tig laughed while holding his jaw.

“C’mere” he said while reaching his hand at me and I took her not before smiling at Tig as sorry.

Jax walked us through the crowd taking us to his room on the back, he opened the door quickly and closed it with a kick quickly hovering over me. “What were you doing, baby?” he said looking at me with a wolf like smile “Trying to get me all mad and jealous, weren’t you?” he said before taking my jacket off with a quick movement “with one of my brothers, bad bad girl” he said, with one hand taking both off my hands out of the way to start touching me under my blouse. I whined at his touch and he laughed on my ear. “You like that, baby. Use your words” he said.

“Yeah, oh god” I said when he moved my bra out of the way to start touching my sensitive skin before moving to the nipple “Jax, please”

“Please, what YN?” he said kissing my neck and collarbones without stopping touching my upper part.

“I need you, Jax” I said, he let go off me to take off the button of my jeans and slide them off my legs “Too much clothing around here” I said throwing his SAMCRO shirt away and quickly undoing his belt, in no time we were both in bed panting at all the kisses and touches being shared. He pulled my legs up on his sides and started thrusting slowly but that didn’t last long Jax liked it rough and it did not take him long to start pounding. “Oh Jackson” I moaned when he increased the pace once more.

We both came together not long after that, him kissing me deeply and roughly through that time. “Never pull that shit on me again” he said with a growl in my ear “I don’t do jealousy” he said and I smirked at him, he put his arm over me “I love you babe” he said and I kissed him softly

“If the sex is that good, I’ll do it more” I said and he wickedly smiled at me before putting himself on top of me once again.

I’m sorry this is kind of wacky, if you want me to do something better please feel free to message me and I’ll write another one for you. Thank you all for reading

The emerging police state, and it's dangerous implications for black people.

I know seeing the length of this post, your gut reaction will be to ignore it or only read part of it, but it is something every single individual needs to be aware of. Police have reportedly killed 290 civilians so far in 2015. It is only April. And the reason I put emphasis on reportedly is because even the FBI and DOJ say that the numbers they receive of civilian fatalities are grossly inaccurate, due to failures by police departments to not only fill out incident reports, but to provide that information to the correct agencies. Cops can murder anyone they want, anytime they want, with impunity. The saying “Not all cops are bad” is inherently flawed, because in our country, law enforcement is a bad job. It is a corrupt job. It is a job that teaches by policy the act of racial profiling and aggressively targeting minorities. It is a job that heavily relies on extortion by enforcing egregious fines for petty traffic violations. The police even fought a case, going to the Supreme Court, to support their assertion that their job is not to /prevent/ crime. It does not mean all cops are bad people when they are off duty. It means that there cannot be a good, morally outstanding cop, because the rules and regulations in place are unjust, immoral, and disproportionately enforced. So what is their necessity? Why do they need to be militarized? Why are they trained to constantly be on edge and treat citizens as if they are all guilty or constantly posing some danger, those they swore to serve and protect, the very same citizens who fund their salaries. Since when did “I feared for my life” become the get out of jail free card for police officers; professionals who are trained to disarm assailants, to never draw your weapon, especially point it, unless it is going to be used, to try and calm a potentially aggressive, dangerous situation down before it escalates, who have many nonlethal tools at their disposal, whose prime directive is not to be the judge, jury and executioner, but to simply make the arrest. People /chose/ the job, knowing that an element of danger exists - yet, officers get to kill at will when there is a perceived presence of danger or even no threat at all. That would be like a firefighter deciding that instead of putting out a fire, they’d rather demolish the building because there’s too much danger involved in doing their fucking job. I think the entire police force in the entire country needs to be disbanded and then completely overhaul how the system operates before hiring brand new officers. We also need a massive overhaul in our justice system that keeps allowing these cops to go free when they needlessly murder us. The mentality of the cop apologist needs to change as well, because nobody is infallible, and to believe that a cop can do no wrong is a farfetched, delusional, dangerous way of thinking. Our country rebelled for far less during the revolution, and we specifically established safeguards in place should any institution overstep their boundaries and violate the rights of the citizens. Yet we condemn people who protest peacefully, we act appalled and disgusted when people protest violently, yet we celebrate Independence Day every year, as if that was not a violent protest that started a war. You cannot fight peacefully against an aggressor who does not know peace. Why should we allow ourselves to keep being slaughtered without reason and with full impunity for the killers, simply because they have a badge? The most important part to understand about these deaths is that they are disproportionately affecting black people far more than anyone else in the country. Why? Because since the inception of our nation, black people have been seen as less than human. We were considered closer to a monkey than to a human. The abolition of slavery did not end slavery. Systemic oppression founded this country. Slavery continued on in the form of laws being created that targeted blacks specifically, and in the legislation that allegedly abolished slavery, there was a neat little clause that said “except in instances of punishment.” We gave the illusion of freedom, not the de facto state of it. Whites segregated us, deprived us of education, jobs, nourishment, our rightful piece of the American Dream, and when we had bold leaders step up to demand equality, not supremacy, the government founded the CIA to target these leaders and their affiliates. And they murdered them. Martin, Malcolm, Bobby, and Huey. They killed them. And then they told us we were equal, Jim Crow was gone, which was another illusion. Instead, Jim Crow era tactics just transfered to the penal system a la the prison industrial complex. But it’s not enough to confine and incarcerate us, hold us back educationally and economically, deprive us of representation, demean us for our culture all the while appropriating it yourselves; no, this isn’t enough-now you want us dead, and your means of genocide are the shiny badges instead of the white hoods.

Requests or prompts?!

Please send your request or prompts for: 

Sons of Anarchy: 

Jax Teller, Opie Winston, Chibs Telford, Tig Trager, Juice Ortiz, Happy Lowman.

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley, Lucifer, Gabriel, Bobby Singer.

Riverdale:

Archie Andrews, Jughead Jones, Fred Andrews, FP Jones.

Gorillaz: 

2-D, Murdoc Niccals, Russel Hobbs.

I am extremely bored and I am stuck with writer’s block so please send me in your wildest fansites with any of these characters and I will make it come true! 

I write smut, fluff, angst, etc…

Angels Got Talent!

SAM: Hello everyone! Welcome to…


SAM: The show where angels compete to be crowned the ruler of Heaven!

SAM: I am your fabulous host, Sam Winchester. Let’s meet today’s judges!

SAM: All the way from the scrap yard, he’s not an idjit, it’s Bobby Singer!

SAM: He’s mean, he’s nasty. The King of Hell, Crowely!

SAM: And lastly we have my big brother, Dean Winchester!

SAM: Here comes the contestants now!


SAM: So let’s meet out first contestant, Balthazar!

DEAN: (Sarcastic) Oh God, this should be fun.


SAM: Er, you okay, Dean?


DEAN: Yeah, I’m fine.

DEAN: Nothing… Carry on, Sam.

SAM: So, our next contestant tonight is Michael! He says he has a talent of being able to avoid being hit by things. Weird talent, but let’s see how he does!

 SAM: Thank you for that, Michael. Nice….. effort….


SAM: Onto our next contestant, Raphael, with his… her…. *Thinks* His amazing talent!

SAM: Amazing, Raphael! I believe the judges have put him in first place so far. Our next contestant is Gabriel with his disappearing act.
CROWLEY: It’s not that impressive…



SAM: Harsh criticism from our judges (I personally liked it a lot) *Cough* Anyway, up next is Charlie with her dancing routine.

SAM: Wait a second, she’s not an angel… Disqualified! Now on to our second to last contestant tonight, competing to be ruler of Heaven. We have the wonderful Castiel!


SAM: It appears we have a winner! Castiel, you have won!


Lucifer: What about me? I haven’t gone yet!


SAM: Too late. Don’t care… Castiel is the winner!

LUCIFER (SAM): I am Lucifer, and I am the winner of this competition! I now rule over Heaven!


DEAN: Why did you have to kill Cas?


BOBBY: Shut up, you Idjit! Fine, have Heaven, see if we care!


LUCIFER (SAM): Hellllllooooo Heaven! All hail to your new leader!

LUCIFER (SAM): Oh, yeah, I forgot about the civil war…..

DEAN: Troll-lol-lol

(Made by Jess! Read more of my Supernatural Gif Stories Here!)

Who do you think should have won Angels Got Talent?

- Jess

Welcome back to Charming, “Le Mad” Kay
Part 1:
The  re-introduction of Watts


The sons were at the clubhouse that night – a rather peaceful time. Not really a party, just the usual bunch of people: members and associates, enjoying themselves with a few drinks, conversations and their favorite songs.

Jax was sharing a small table with Ope, after finally getting him a release for that night – promising Donna nothing serious would happen. He was laughing after some stupid shit his best friend said, momentarily loose from all the shit he had going on with his life. It was nice to have, for a while, a break from all the serious load: Wendy, Abel, Tara, John Teller’s manuscript… the club’s business even. Jax felt his relief fading out as soon as he heard a familiar noise outside, in the parking lot. Over the ambient noise, he was sure to recognize the music of rough gear, the reaper’s growl – the very anthem of the Sons.

Jax noticed Ope heard the same thing, as both raised their eyes to the surroundings, looking for any missing face. Nope, they were all there. Bobby groping a busty croweater’s in a corner; Piney, Clay and Gemma chatting about the Teller-Morrow business; Tig, Juice and Chibs harassing each other over an intense pool match. None of them seemed to have paid attention to that subtle noise, so Jax silently signaled Ope “outside”, taking his hand instinctively to his gun. If not one of them, then probably one of the others. Better safe than sorry, especially with the Mayans.

Once out there, Jax and Ope were able to see what had caught their attention. An unknown biker, no cut on, wearing a full face black helmet, on top of a Harley, parking near the entrance - semi covered by the shadows.

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Imagine being Chibs’ daughter who knows Gaelic and the others get mad because they don’t understand. *Mini Imagine*

WARNINGS: Language

Any bolded text is Chibs and the reader speaking Gaelic. I don’t know what words are in that language cause not all words could be in a language but for the sake of the imagine just bare with me please.

Hope you all enjoy :D


“Hey dad.” You smiled as you kissed your dad’s cheek, “Hey Tiggy, Hap.” You waved at the two men, “Why hello to you love.” He spoke making Tig raise a brow, “What the hell are you doing?” Chibs chuckled, “I am talkin’ to my daughter, what does it look like?” You smiled and stepped behind Tig putting your arms over his shoulders placing a kiss on his cheek, “Yeah Tig I’m just speaking to my dad.”

“What! Not you too!” He groaned and you laughed lightly as he patted your arm. “Alright quit it, now I know how you bitches feel when I speak Spanish.” Happy grumbled, “What’s going on?” You heard Bobby said and you moved from Tig to give him a hug, “Dad and I are just sharing a laugh.” Bobby frowned, “Oh what’s the matter Bobby crow got your tongue.” Your father said and you both broke out in a laugh. “ I don’t like this shit at all.” Bobby said shaking his head.

“Hey da do you think that I could take a ride down to the beach.” You finished and Tig gasped, “What! No what are you gonna do?”

“Don’t tell me they’re talking in native again.” You heard Clay groan and you smiled at him and Gemma, “Oh no of course not I was just telling everyone that I like to speak to my dad and have no one understand.” “Sonofabitch not this again you both did this for two fuckin’ weeks straight last time. Uh huh not again.” Gemma said crossing her arms making you bend over laughing, “This is too funny though cause I mean you can’t understand a thing that we are saying.”

“Aye love I could be calling Tig a handsome devil or a piece of shit and he wouldn’t know.” Chibs laughed and you had to hold your stomach because it was starting to hurt.

“You can go kiss my ass.” Tig smirked as he flipped you both off, “What he was just calling you an ass.” You laughed and Happy shook his head, “I’m about to get fuckin’ Rosetta Stone.” He mumbled, “Alright that’s it love.” Your dad said and you sighed, “You’re all no fun.”

“That’s it.” Tig growled as he threw you over his shoulder and tossed you on the couch tickling you, “Uncle! Uncle!” Tig smirked, “I’m sorry what was that doll?” You laughed wildly, “Okay you win, no more Gaelic.”

“Good.” Everyone said and you ran to the other side of the club, “I love you guys!” Tig smiled in challenge and ran after you, “You’re gonna get it now!” He yelled as he chased you around, the laughs of everyone being heard, “Run love, before he gets you!” TIg looked at Chibs with a glare, “Don’t make me chase you either Old Man.”

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A/N: I loved writing this one, you guys! The feels are too much, like ugh!!!


You took a deep breath as your eyes looked at your dress in the reflection of the mirror. Your wedding dress. You still couldn’t really believe it. Who would have thought that you’d be marrying the love of your life at just 24 years old? Who would’ve though that your father, Bobby Singer, would’ve allowed another hunter to propose to you. You didn’t. And Dean Winchester didn’t either. You could still remember how he proposed and how the two you had to tell your dad afterwards.
“Sweety?” you turned around to find your dad standing the the doorway, smiling brightly at you. Without saying anything, you hurried over to him and pulled him tight into a hug. “I love you so much.” He whispered into your ear and you couldn’t help but tear up just a little. You were well aware that not many hunter got to marry in the their life, not many of them ever even had the chance to love.
“You’re gonna make me cry dad,” you pulled back and both of smiled, “And I don’t have time to redo my make-up.” Bobby laughed and you watched him, realizing you would never be able to live without your father near you.
The music started and Bobby linked your arms together before walking out of the room and to the mail hall of the church. You and Dean had both chosen the church Mary and John had married into and you honestly loved the idea of that. You thought it was the best way to honour them when they both couldn’t be here to watch his son get married.
The moment you entered the hall, all you had eyes for was Dean. You didn’t notice Sam standing next to his brother, equally mesmerized with you or the few people you had invited, fellow hunters, or Castiel, or Crowley who was there too. But he had mostly just invited himself, though you didn’t really mind.
Dean’s face lit up when you locked eyes and you smiled brightly at him. This was it, this was going to be a fresh start and honestly, you couldn’t be more happy that you got to have it with Dean.
“You take care of her, you idjit,” Bobby muttered as he placed your hand in Dean’s,“ or I’ll shoot you so full of rock salt, you’ll crap margarita’s.”