by me: soa

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GET TO KNOW ME MEME: favourite male characters [3/5]
➝ Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy)

It’s hard not to hate. People. Things. Institutions. When they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed, hate is the only thing that makes sense. But I know what hate does to a man. It tears him apart. Turns him into something he’s not. Something he’d promised himself he’d never become.

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“I feel like I could eat the world raw.”

Please consider Song of Achilles au for tododeku im crying at a dennys

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Oi… ou seria tchau? Não me importa. Não mais… Suas lembranças já não mais me fazem arder com o calor do sentimento que tenho, tinha, talvez ainda venha a ter por você. Sua risada contida e sem muito som já não mais me soa como um chamado desesperado por atenção ou qualquer tipo de pedido que venha a ser. Sinto muito se não lhe dei chance de falar enquanto eu falara sozinho comigo mesmo sobre nós dois. Ou como quando eu planejei os nossos futuros de maneira onde apenas eu desfrutava de um… Sinto muito estar a jogar o pano sem que você nem tenha conhecimento disso, apesar de, quem sabe, já nem fazer mais diferença pra você. E que não faça. E que não tenha feito, nem efeito… E que não tenha mais do que palavras jogadas ao vento como todas que joguei enquanto não tive pra quem falar nada durante todo esse tempo. Sinto muito, mas já não sinto o suficiente pra continuar a sentir. Sinto muito por não ter compreendido o que sentira quando achava não sentir nada. E quem sabe fosse um nada, de fato… Que seja. Desisto. Desisti. Fim. Acabou. Chega disso. Se tenho um objetivo desde o inicio disso era de que isso tornasse fato aquela frase de que se esquece alguém tornando esse alguém literatura. Ok, isso não é bem literatura de primeiro mundo literário, porém não me faz diferença quando se trata de você ser algo incrível ou não. Pois é, você sempre deixou qualquer coisa que tivesse seu “ar” incrível, não importa o quão escroto seja o ar que você venha a “tocar”. Você é incrível, apesar de não ser. Você é você, não sei como nem por onde, mas é. Você é grande. Seus ossos não mais se fazem desse tamanho (que você tanto odeia) do que pra simplesmente pra suportar o quão fascinante você é. E que ossos bonitos… que corpo bonito! Que mulher bonita! Que coisa, não? Me pergunto o que seria de mim hoje se não tivesse aceitado chamar você pra conversar… Que esquina da vida teria virado? Quem eu seria agora se não mais alguém que fez de um ser algo pra se superar? O que tem feito? O que fez com os meus restos? E as suas roupas, são as mesmas? O cabelo ta menor? Ainda criando gatos? Que esquina você vira ao sair de casa? Ainda é a mesma casa? Te desenhei na minha pupila, espero que não se importe. Quando as pessoas olham nos meus olhos enxergam você… mas acabou. To acabando. Chega disso! Chega dessas coisas ruins (não que você seja assim, porque na verdade você é!) Talvez eu já esteja com alguém quando resolver mandar isso, assim como você também. Aliás, espero que esteja. Sinto que te esquecer me evita problemas. Aliás, já esqueci. ESQUECI. Nem sei de quem estou falando… quem é você? Pra quem escrevo? Quem é você que me faz perder horas do dia pra pensar sobre alguma coisa que não sei o que é? Nem me lembro… De onde vem? Pra onde está indo? Com quem ta indo? Ah, esqueci, não me lembro. Não me importo. Não quero saber… mas só pra você saber… não, não precisa saber de nada. Nem eu sei. Não sei mais. Já fui e não volto. Hoje foi um dia feliz, hoje foi um dia feliz porque resolvi exorcizar você. Hoje foi um dia feliz porque sua falta já não me faz falta e não me rende mais vida. E que vida! Tenho uma, lembrei… Tenho uma e você não mais faz parte dela. Tenho uma e sinto que será melhor de agora em diante, pois tenho uma e sei que ela me tem por inteiro. E não por partes, como havia sido desde que você partiu e me partiu junto. Adeus. Mas, antes de mais nada… quem é você? Não sei, e, cara… desisti de saber.
—  Marcos Filipe - A Última Carta.

BOOKS I’VE READ IN 2017 (so far) part I | part II

I’d recommend all of them but the bolded ones are my faves!

   THE RAVEN CYCLE by MAGGIE STIEFVATER (a must read!)
1. The Raven Boys
2. The Dream Thieves
3. Blue Lily, Lily Blue
4. The Raven King

   ALL FOR THE GAME by NORA SAKAVIC (also a must read!)
5. The Foxhole Court
6. The Raven King
7. The King’s Men

   THE CAPTIVE PRINCE by C.S. PACAT
8. Captive Prince
9. Prince’s Gambit
10. Kings rising

   IN THE COMPANY OF SHADOWS by SANTINO HASSEL & AIS
11. Evenfall, volume 1
12. Evenfall, volume 2
13. Afterimage
14. Interludes
15. Fade
16. 127

17. The God Eaters by JESSE HAJICEK

   SIX OF CROWS by LEIGH BARDUGO
18. Six of Crows
19. Crooked Kingdom

  SHATTER ME SERIES by TAHEREH MAFI
20. Shatter Me
21. Unravel Me
22. Ignite Me

23. The Song of Achilles by MADELINE MILLER

   DAUGHTER OF SMOKE & BONE by LAINI TAYLOR
24. Daughter of Smoke & Bone
25. Days of Blood & Starlight

26. Silent by SARA ALVA

   GIVES LIGHT by ROSE CHRISTO
27. Gives Light
28. Looks Over
29. St. Clair
30. Why the star stands still
31. Lendig Light

32. Carry On by RAINBOW ROWELL

   SHADES OF MAGIC by V.E. SCHWAB
33. A Darker Shade of Magic
34. A Gathering of Shadows
35. A Conjuring of Light

   THE DARK ARTIFICES by CASSANDRA CLARE
36. Lady Midnight
37. Lord of Shadows

38. Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by BENJAMIN ALIRE SÁENZ

   A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES by SARAH J. MAAS
39. A Court of Thorns and Roses
40. A Court of Mist and Fury (currently reading)

Proud-Chibs Telford

Y/N is Chib’s old lady, and knows full and well who Fiona is when she shows up to the hospital.


I had no doubt in my mind Chibs would be okay, it was just a matter of waiting on him to wake up. I hadn’t left the hospital since he was brought in. However, Tara is relentless on trying to get me to go home. She walked in, smiling small at me.

“Y/N, go home for a bit. Get something to eat, change your clothes. He’ll be here when you get back. I promise, I’ll call you if he wakes up before you get back.”

I was about to protest before I realized she probably would keep prodding until I did go. “Fine, but he wakes up and you don’t waste a second, okay? You call me.” She nodded. “Of course.” Slowly, she walked out of the room and headed to tend to her other patients. I stood up, gently pressing a kiss to his hand that I was holding.

“Wake up soon, baby.”

——–
I had showered and let my medium length Y/H/C air dry. I threw on some black leggings, a samcro t-shirt, that thankfully fit me normally, and some black combat boots. I decided against makeup, wanting to get back to the hospital as soon as possible. When I got there, I made my way towards his room to see Gemma and Tara talking to a woman with frustrated looks on their faces. I could hear their conversation from where I was walking.
“Fiona, you need to get out of here. You can’t go in there.” Tara had said. “What do you mean I can’t? He’s my husband,” was her reply. It all clicked in my head. Chibs had told me all about her. We were always very open with each other. “Stupid Irish bitch.” I heard Gemma mumble, making me restrict a laugh. I just stepped around them, walking into his room. Before I got past the doorway, I heard the voice of Fiona speak up.

“And who the hell are you?” I turned around, leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed. “Me? I’m his ol’ lady. I’m Y/N, so very nice to meet you Fiona. I’ve heard all about you. But see, last time I checked, you and Filip were estranged. Now, Kerrianne is more than welcome to visit her father any time. You as well, you’ll always be the mother of his child. But you better keep in mind, he’s my man. And that won’t change just because you decide to show up in his life after all these years.” My voice was sickly sweet. Gemma and Tara were both smirking behind her, Fiona looking clearly taken aback by my response to her. I turned around, walking into the room and sitting by his bed, taking his hand in mine. I could feel her eyes on me, but paid no attention.

I felt his fingers close around mine and I looked up at him, his head already laying facing towards me. His eyes opened and I couldn’t stop the smile on my face. “Welcome back, my love.” His free hand reached over to rest atop our tangled hands. “A wonderful sight to come back to, lass.” His voice was rough from being unused, “Didn’t worry ye too much, aye love?” “Nah baby, I knew you’d wake up. You’re the strongest man I know,” came my response. He smiled at that, his hand coming up to rest on my cheek, making me lean into it. “I’m proud of you, lass.” My eyebrows furrowed together in confusion at his words, “What do you mean?” His response was quiet, “I heard what you said to Fi. You handled it very well, I’m proud of you. I love you so much, Y/N.” I smiled small, placing my free hand over his that was on my cheek, pressing a gentle kiss to the palm of his hand.

“I love you too, Filip.”

Fico tentando buscar as palavras certas para descrever o que você me faz sentir. Eu te amo tanto, e você me faz um bem danado, porém não sei descrever isso. Então decidi escrever algo sobre nós; Tá quase fazendo um ano que nos conhecemos, e lembro como se fosse ontem da minha pessoa curtindo todas as suas fotos pra vê se o senhor se tocava to quanto eu queria te beijar - risos -, eu te achava um gato, quer dizer, ainda acho. Mas tínhamos que nos beijar logo no primeiro dia do ano, só pra ficar claro que ia ser pra sempre, ou melhor, eu espero que seja para sempre, e mesmo que dure pouco, pra mim será para sempre. Quantas vezes será que fomos dormir querendo mandar uma mensagem? Minha nossa, dois retardados sofrendo um pelo outro só por orgulho. Gente vai aí um conselho; Nunca, em hipótese alguma tente esconder o que você sente, se não for recíproco eu tenho pena da pessoa e você supera, mas nossa, talvez você pode só estar atrasando a sua felicidade. Sabe eu sou tão grata por ter você, quando eu mais achei que não tinha feito nada de bom nessa vida porque nada de bom me acontecia você apareceu. Quando a gente tá no telefone, porque é mesmo, esqueci dessa parte, ficamos oito meses lutando contra o sentimento pra quando você decidiu ir embora nos abrirmos um para o outro - risos -, a gente foi mesmo bem idiota. Mas enfim, quando estamos no telefone, a quase oito mil quilômetros de distancia, e ficamos em silencio, eu imagino a gente deitados, bem juntinho, em silencio. Você é muito ciumento e isso me irrita bastante, mas você é tão carinhoso, e me faz rir as vezes, sem querer talvez. Mas você também é ignorante, as vezes. Você me irrita, não por ser você, mas por me fazer te amar sendo você, e me sinto a pessoa mais feliz do mundo quando você diz que me ama, soa como a minha canção preferida. E acho que esse texto já esta muito grande, mas eu não disse nada do que queria, mas ainda dá tempo de dizer que te amo, e que dessa vez quero fazer dar certo, e espero que dê.
—  Poesigrafar.
Tom in SAMCRO || headcanons

Originally posted by x0noodle0x

Like why tf are we not talking about this he posted a vid of himself with a freaking SoA vest on itS IMPORTANT;

okay okay hear me out my dudes:

  • Tom being called “babyface” and “bambi” by the guys. They did the same to Half-sack too when he first joined, so it got old and died quick.
  • Then the guys start calling him names like “Frodo” and “Harry Potter” because of his accent.

“Tiggy, go help move the merchandise.”

“Aw c’mon! Let Frodo do it!”

  • Tom does something right? “Nice work, kid. 10 points to Gryffindor.”
  • Okay but imagine him working at Teller-Morrow, and you often find him all sweaty with his face brushed with oil and dirt.  
  • He knows a shit ton about classic cars and Harleys.
  • His would probably be sleek black with a little red spider logo airbrushed on the bike tank.
  • even though all the guys shit on him like 98% of the time, they all would kill & die for him bc he’s their british son.
  • He and Chibs would hit up the pubs and talk about fuck all. Maybe take the piss out of each other? I could totally see them playfully shitting on each other’s customs/accents all the time.

“Sorry mate, could you say that again in English this time?”

“Bite ma bawsack ye radge wee shite.”

  • They call him ‘the spider’ or “spidey” because of how good he was at scaling walls and fences whenever the club needed to break into some place.
  • also because of how stealthy and vicious he was, especially in the boxing ring holy shit.
  • He got into a fight with Juice during a patchover party and damn near knocked him tf out.
  • Tara would probably hate his ass bc he’d break his nose like all the time ever.

Ugh could you imagine him shirtless fighting and literally beating some asshole guy sensless yes please

  • Also tattooed!Tom  askdlsdjfk fuck me up lord
  • Him having to live at the clubhouse and barely gets any sleep with Jax and his hookups next door.
  • Okay okay but hear me out: you were considered a Crow Eater, but you and Tom were exclusive with each other. He wasn’t yet a full member and you were not anyone’s Old Lady, but you would often talk about it in bed together.
  • Like could you imagine post-sex cuddles and Tom getting all stoked at getting patched in??
  • “Darling the exact minute I get the patch, I’m making you my Old Lady.”

S:DLFSLDKFJDSKLFJJKLDF

Ugh, but could you imagine the freaking drama though.

  • Like Tom and the boys go out on a dangerous run, and you’re just sitting at the clubhouse all anxious
  • You’d burn through every cigarette and practically pace a hole in the floor
  • Gemma and the other girls would try and keep you distracted whenever they were gone especially long.
  • When they’d come back though, albeit a little beaten up, it’s like the most amazing thing ever
  • You know the sound of Tom’s bike by heart so you just run out there and practically cover his face in kisses
  • “Well shit, I should be gone long more often,” He would tease.
  • “You do that and I’ll kill you, Holland.”
  • Holy fuckin shit could you IMAGINE riding with Tom AAHHHHH
  • Like just having your arms around his torso and just cruising the open roads

Just fuckin run me over Tom pls and thank

Okay someone talk about it with me jfc

imma go now BYE

Prompt #58

“You look cute with a baby bump”

You had run when things had gotten tough. You hadn’t even said good bye. You had made that promise to stick through it all. You were his Ol’ Lady. You weren’t supposed to run, but you had you had been a coward. Yet here you were three months later going back, you were ready now you told yourself. You had to be ready, this time there was no leaving. So here you were driving past the welcome to Charming sign, heading towards Teller-Morrow Garage. You saw the yellow and red sign before you were ready to, but pulling into the lot you parked your 2000 Ford Explorer. Taking a deep breath, you whispered to yourself, “I can do this.” Finally climbing out of the car you slipped your sunglasses onto your head. Glancing around you looked at where the bikes were normally parked, but you were only seeing Prospects. This made it a bit harder you thought, but you had seen Gemma’s Caddy. Heading towards the office you were intercepted.

“Excuse me Ma’am do you need any help?” A Prospect asked you.

You turned towards him to tell him you were just looking for Gemma, when you heard, “Rat she doesn’t need help.” He immediately went back to work seeing the crow on your left shoulder as you turned towards the Queen. “Well look at what the cat dragged in.” She leaned against the doorway.

“Hi Gem” I whispered.

“You look cute with a baby bump” she snarked placing her sunglasses on her head. “Happy’s not here right now.” She said heading back into the office.

“I noticed. I just wanted to talk to you” you followed her into the office. “I am ready now. I can’t be afraid with a baby on the way.”

“Good” she huffed. You were going to have to earn your way back from the looks of it.