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Friendly reminder that Copia went from this

To this

And I think that’s beautiful

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Please reblog this if fanfiction has been beneficial to your mental health.

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TIG

TRAGER

BEING

TIG

TRAGER.

THAT'S

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THAT'S

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sometimes i really love my fics. i wrote that because i wanted to read it. i love it. nobody visits my fics more than me. they remind me that i’m a hard worker, that i created something. it’s mine and i cherish it and love it because it’s exactly what i wanted so i made it.

and other days i’m crippled by self criticism and hate everything and can’t bear to look at my own work because i know it’ll never compare to the greats

but i live for the days i love my work. because it’s mine, and i made it. i didn’t wait for somebody else to make what i dream about. i went and did it myself.

so don’t feel like your work is awful

it’s the stuff you dreamed about. it’s the stuff you decided to make a reality. it’s not about quality, or poetry, or how perfectly your sculpt your words or keep it so deeply in character; because it’s what you dreamed and it’s what you wanted to see, so you made it.

keep writing; it’s yours, and you made it. and if you want to continue to sharpen and improve yourself? then do it. it’s all yours and you can make it whatever you want.

keep writing.

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JUST LETTING Y'ALL KNOW WHERE THIS BLOG STANDS.

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JUICE: How do you ask someone out? For a friend, I mean.

TIG: Roses are red, violets are blue. Guess what? My bed has room for two.

JUICE: Oh my god, no.

JAX: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in a car.

JUICE: Stop it.

HAPPY: Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, I can make you scream.

JUICE: Ok, I feel like that last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory.

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Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

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Birthday

Characters: Filip “Chibs” Telford x reader

A/N: So my birthday was the other day- the 24th- and I'm in the mood to write something... special. This is my first smut, fair warning.

mo leannan - ‘my sweetheart/my beloved’ in Scots Gaelic

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex, 18+... but there is fluff

Celebrating birthdays was a mixed bag for you. When it came to the club and especially to Chibs, it was easy to lose yourself in the festivities for someone else but when it came to your own birthday? It's just another day of the week, you thought to yourself as you listened to the slow drip of the coffee maker. What's the big deal?

With a sleepy sigh, you closed your eyes and breathed deep the aroma of coffee that permeated the kitchen. It was easy to let your guard down in those few moments, enough to miss Filip’s bare feet padding up behind you until his arms wrapped around your waist from behind. Despite the two of you being the only ones in the house, the suddenness of his touch was enough to make you jump until he drew you close. “Yer up early, lass,” The Scotsman murmured as he buried his face into the crook of your shoulder, kissing your neck. “Good morning to you, too,” You rolled your eyes with a smirk, reaching up behind you to run your fingers through his hair. “I woke up and couldn’t fall asleep again so I decided to come to make some coffee... didn’t see the sense of staying in bed.”

"And I wisnae enough to convince ye to stay? What a shame," Chibs spoke with a chuckle, his beard scratching your skin as he pressed his lips to your cheek. He was content to hold you as he swayed from side to side, waiting for the coffee to finish its brew until you felt his hands begin to turn you around to his embrace. "Happy birthday, dove," He whispered as he cupped your face between his worn hands, gingerly pressing his lips to yours. You could feel a flush of heat in your cheeks, steeling yourself as you caught sight of that roguish smile that made you weak. It would be enough to make it through in one piece, you thought as you swallowed the lump in your throat. The movement caught your lover's eye, his brow stitched together as he curled his fingers beneath your chin and lifted your gaze to meet his. "Ye were restless last night, ye've been that way for the last few...  are ye scared of today or somethin'?" The words were enough to give you pause, blinking and taking a deep breath to fill your lungs as you stalled for time. Hadn't the two of you had almost a year of that? It was enough that this was the one day the two of you hadn't shared. The thought of being vulnerable about why this day was so heavy for you was enough to fill you with dread. "Not quite," You stammered, grasping at straws when it came to what to say. "Too many bad memories, I guess." He shook his head as he drew your hands into his, kissing your fingers before he let them go. "Then why don't you let me create some new ones for ye?" You could feel your eyebrow arch in curiosity as you looked up to meet his gaze, sighing as you caught the determined gleam in his eye. "We'll drive into Oakland and make a date of it... anything to make my old lady feel special again on her day."

Filip had cleaned up well for your impromptu date, finding him sliding a t-shirt over his head and checking his face in the mirror when you walked in from getting ready in the master bedroom. You could see him falter for a moment as he looked you from head to toe in your sundress, his eyes lingering over each sunflower in the print that clung to your curves before he drew a sharp breath in. "Ah guess the bike is out of the question then," Chibs gulped as he made eye contact with you, blinking his brown eyes as he shook his head clear. You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face as you met his gaze after you caught the way he looked at you. "Yeah, if we ever make it to Oakland." "Oh, is that so, Y/N?" "Mhmm," You interjected with a smirk, leaning against the doorframe as you watched the thoughts whirling behind his eyes. Filip laughed as he dragged a hand down his face to his beard, the corner of his mouth twitching up in a smile.

"Ye dinnae know what yer doing to me."

"Mmm... I can imagine."

Uncrossing your arms, you strode across the living room to your lover, stopping close enough you could smell the notes of nutmeg and star anise in his cologne dancing with the fragrance of that morning's medium roast on his breath.

"...still up for making your old lady feel special on her day?"

The mischievous smirk that played across his face was enough to light a fire in your core, drawing the two of you into each other's embrace. Filip pressed your mouth to his, wrapping an arm around your back as he leaned into kiss after passionate kiss. His other hand roamed to your hip until he could grasp your ass in his palm, grinning behind his kiss as a tiny moan reached his ears. You pushed him into the wall behind you, letting your kisses grow deeper with need one after another until he broke the kiss to come up for air.

"C'mere, Y/N," Filip crooned, running his hands up your thighs over the fabric of your dress until he could pick you up, your legs straddling him as he carried you. "Ah am... and a'm definitely going to show you how special you are to me."

You bit your lip and leaned in to kiss him again as he carried you from the living room, tracing your tongue across his lip until his tongue could meet yours again. The hallway to your master bedroom seemed to take an eternity but those were moments you didn't mind sharing with your lover. Filip fumbled with the doorknob at your back until he could nudge the door open with your back, a love-drunk smirk upon his face at the whine of disappointment he heard when he had to put you down.

"None o' that now," He chuckled as he drew you into his arms again and ran his hand under your dress, along the curve of your thigh, and up between your legs enough to make you shudder beneath his touch. "Good things come to those who wait." Fuck waiting, you thought as you joined him in pulling your dress overhead. I want those good things now. You ached to entwine yourself with the debonaire Glaswegian that had sent you head over heels when the two of you met all those months ago. Your hands trembled as you fumbled with his zipper, your lips clinging to his in the rush to rid each other of clothes, and you could swear his hands shook all the same as he traced the outline of your neck with kisses, ravishing you as he fumbled with the hooks of your bra. With a snap of the last hook, you both took a step back as he slid his jeans over his hips and his shirt overhead and you slid the straps over your shoulder, allowing him to be transfixed by the mere sight of your bare skin before he twitched to life again and drew you into his arms.

"There's my bonnie lass," Filip as he peppered kisses across your face, feeling his beard scratch your skin as he nuzzled your neck and his sex throbbing against your thigh as he cradled you in his arms. "Tell me what ye want, Y/N," He murmured, his breath hot against your ear as he slipped one of his rugged hands into your panties, deft fingers finding your clit and working gentle circles until he left you breathless. “It’s yer day... as much as ah would love to ravage you, I want to make you...” He grinned as he slipped his hand from your panties and heard you whimper, drawing one of your hands from where it gripped his shoulder and holding it like a gentleman to kiss the back of your hand. “Feel as special as ye are to me.”

You could feel the amusement rumble deep in your chest, biting your lip as you thought of all the things you wanted him to do to you. "I want you to make love to me," You spoke as you drew your hand out of his and traced your fingers in a line following the curve of his scarred cheeks, following the trail of his torso until you could slip your hand into his boxers, wrap your slender fingers around his erection and feel his pulse beneath your palm. The sound of his breath catching in his throat before he moaned against your touch was delicious and you could only hope that was a sign in your favor for the pleasure that awaited you. "Make my toes curl, give me a reason to scream your name, a reason to moan... that is what I want, Filip." 

Your lover's chest heaved with a ragged chuckle as you held him there, his eyes fluttering a little and the corner of his mouth twitching into a grin. "Now that ah can do," he cooed, pressing his mouth to yours and his tongue slipping past your lips to explore your mouth. Relinquishing your hold on his manhood, you traced your fingers up his sides until you could snake your arms around his back. Filip ran his fingers beneath the hem of your underwear with his free hand, slipping it over your hips as he guided you toward your bed. The smooth linen tickled your bare calves as you slipped your feet out of your panties, your lips clinging to his and his body hovering over yours as he followed your descent onto the bed. You whined as Filip retreated to slide his boxers off, your annoyance only egging him on. His smile was incorrigible as he trailed his fingers upward between your legs, listening to your gasp of pleasure as he stroked your walls until you were at the edge of orgasm. You groaned as he removed his fingers and nudged your legs wider, nuzzling his face in the flesh of your neck. "No yet... ahm nae finished with you," he whispered in your ear with that husky brogue that made you melt. "Ahm going to take my sweet time with you."

Filip settled himself over you before pressing his length into you until you could feel the breath catch in your throat. The thrust of his hips as he built up steam was tantalizing, kindling that heat in your core into flame as he buried himself into you more with each moan that escaped your lips. "Seems like you wanted this as much as I did, didn't you?" You purred into his ear as you raked your nails up his back, biting your lip as you felt that delicious flex of muscle beneath your fingertips as he groaned. "Ye could tell?" He panted with a chuckle as he snaked his arm beneath you to draw you close, his hand planted on your lower back as he guided you through switching places until you straddled him on the edge of the bed. That damnable roguish smile was plastered across his face as he drew a hand up to grope your breast before running his fingers through your hair, feeling your body shudder against the electricity of his touch. "So much fer Oakland, aye, Y/N?" 

You giggled as you buried your face into his neck, breathing his scent deep as you ground your hips against his cock. "Mmm, so much for Oakland is right," you murmured into your lover's ear, moaning as he angled himself deeper. " 's nae like we're missing anything." There was no fighting the smile that spread across your face at Filip's quip, resting your forehead against his as you pressed yourself further into his arms. "Mmm... it's not as special as this, Filip." You could feel his pulse quicken beneath your lips as you trailed kisses down his neck, listening to the hiss of his breath across his teeth. The flame in your core threatened to become inferno as your pulse rang in your ears, feeling your orgasm draw near as his hands roamed, one coming to rest on your hip and the other cupping your ass. Filip led you onto your back again, quickening his pace as you moaned his name and begged him not to stop as pleasure washed over you in waves. His mouth searched for yours as you felt him begin to falter, pressing his lips to yours as he came. He removed himself once he caught his breath, collapsing spent on the bed next to you. You snuggled up to his side as you both basked in the afterglow, tracing lazy circles across his chest with your fingers before he turned his face to kiss your forehead.

"Happy birthday, Y/N."

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The racism in SOA was because that's a big part of some MCs wasn't it? Mayans feels like SOA but grown up. Not that there aren't issues with morality of the men - they're criminals and violent after all but it feels like the whole show is more mature and serious.

It’s a part of some MCs but that doesn’t make it right. There were microaggressions and racist overtones that went beyond the MC. And you have to be more mature and serious when dealing with a cartel. If not, they cut your tongue out of your mouth and send it to your mother’s doorstep. The foolishness, arrogance, and stupidity exhibited by the Son’s would’ve never flown if they had actually been involved with the cartel and not just a Fed who was a mole. But it’s not even the storyline as it is the script. We got 5 seasons of racism, sexism and rape culture disguised as humor with no substance and it still made it to 7 seasons and went out on it’s own. A show about a Latino MC made by a mostly Latino cast would’ve never gotten this far if it lacked the depth like SOA did. S1 had to come out swinging with character development, story arcs, various climaxes, and a whole bunch of other shit just to get the time of day and some people still wanted to complain because it wasn’t Sons. Putting a show made primarily by POC under a microscope while just accepting Sons as it was is...problematic to say the least. So I think there’s a maturity in Mayans because of the fact that there needs to be, both on and off-screen you know?

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Chibs Telford // Season 6 Episode 5 - “The Mad King”

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“I was raised Catholic. Everything’s a worry for me.”

Sons of Anarchy

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Y’all better be drinking your water!

Reblog to remind a bitch to stay hydrated.

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This Y/N chick is gettin all the dick, like bitch don't hog

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❚❙ NOVEMBER OF DRABBLES.

Day 1 with Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford:

“I am too sober for this shit”.

WORDS: about 450.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that it makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted ❤

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Chibs is kissing your neck dangerously, making you giggle and biting your lips as you keep your eyes closed. You don't care that you are in the middle of a SAMCRO party, surrounded by his brothers and friends, letting him guide you backwards to the inside of the clubhouse. It's been awhile since you two started to flirt and tonight is your night. There's nothing, or no one, who can stop you from making him your man.

The hallway to the dorms is a little darkness, pushing him to the wall as you open your legs to give him more room to enjoy the friction of the rock under his tight jeans against your soaked core. That scottish man is going to be the death for you, and you are going to embrace it delightedly.

Filip finds your lips, after tracing a trail from your neck, sliding his tongue inside your mouth as his hands squeeze your ass under the dress, pushing the skirt a little bit up. You need to come in his room as soon as possible, or you two are going to end fucking under the eyes of everyone inside the clubhouse. So, by grabbing his bucket belt and pulling yourself somewhat away, you lead him to the third door at the left.

Opening it without asking, the high-pitched screaming from a girl pushes you out of your bubble of heat. Turning around and focusing your eyes on the couple inside Chibs room, just like he does, you feel an imperious desire of pucking. Your dad is sitting there. Jeans and boxers rolled up over his ankles. High. Drunk. Fucking a blunt as his cock is being blowed be the bitch on duty. Tig smiles at you. Your eyes widened and your cheeks burning.

“I'm too sober for this shit”. You babble puzzled, escaping from that awkward situation as fast as you can.

Chibs closes the door after leaving his dorm, filling the club with his loud laughter, following your steps to the bar. Watching you grab a bottle of whisky, you continue to the meeting room with a disgusting and traumatized gesture on your face.

“Lass, it's the circle of life”. He chuckles coming in, and rolling down the steel shutters to have some more intimacy, now that you found an empty place.

Looking at him, you uncork the bottle to drink from it until the liquid rips your throat. Watching Filip locking the door behind him, he takes off the whisky from you to have a sip, before putting it on the table.

“Let's complete ours”. He jokes with you, placing back his huge ringed hands on your ass, to push you to the leather sofa.

“That shit turned me off”.

“I well' set ye on fire, agen'”.

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❛ INTRUDER ❜

WORDS: about 950.

warnings: swearing, a little bit of angst (?).

Summary: while Angel is on a run with the club, an intruder break into his house.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. This work also contains some words in spanish —pet names. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that it makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted ❤

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📱: “can i call you and tell you good night?”

📱: “i want to hear your voice before going to sleep…”

Probably, Angel isn’t going to respond to you. He left your hometown almost a week ago for a run with the club, and you were starting to miss him too much. He was only allowed to send you a text every two days, but it’s been three since you knew something about him for the last time. You are worried. It’s not a feeling you can run away from.

Sighing, after five minutes looking at the screen of your phone, waiting for a text back or a call, you lock it to leave it over your nightstand. Today has been a hard day in the hospital, having to attend more emergencies than normally because of a multiple accident with a bus and two SUVs. The only thing you wanted was to know that he was okay, just too busy to answer your messages.

Covering your body with the fluffy blanket impregnated in his strong scent, you wrap his side of the pillow with both arms, trying to push away from your mind all the possible sceneries where Angel could be hurt. It’s painful. You were conscious of his job when you two started to date three months ago. But you’re not used to yet, and you didn’t think it could be this difficult sometimes.

The vibration over the nightstand behind your back catches your attention, before your phone starts to sound. Quickly turning around and sitting up, you answer the call with a bunch of tears in your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry… We’ve been through some… unexpected shit. But ‘am good”.

“I miss you”.

“So do I”

His cold and dry tone, with no feelings in it, gives you shivers. Is he tired? Is he lying? Has he even thought about you?

“When are you coming back?”

“Dunno. You know, unexpected shit”.

“Okay… I ju-”.

“Listen, ‘got to hang up. Go to sleep, it’s late”.

You can’t say not even a weak good night, Angel, when you hear a metallic tone before ending the call. The twinge within your chest crystals your eyes, as the tears roams your cheeks down to the line of your jaw. That wasn’t the kind of communication, or talk, you were waiting for. Yes, he's alive. But seemed like he didn’t care about your worries and your fears. For a moment, you are about to toss away the blankets and leave for your home, driven by the rage of his lack of interest. But cleaning your tears with the back of your hands, you try to justify him thinking that he has to be tired after not sleeping many hours and eating junk food on the road.

Grabbing your bottle of water to have a sip, you calm yourself breathing in and out slowly. Putting away the bottle and your phone, you cuddle again the pillow under your arms, sinking your face in it. But you can't help, breaking into tears when his scent fills up your lungs squeezing your heart, only containing it when you hear some noises out of his room. Raising your face to the closed door, you stretch a hand to the baseball bat next to the bed. Getting up trying to be silent, you walk towards it with your dangerous weapon lifted up in front of your eyes. Ready to beat a home run.

Opening the door, you stick your head off of it, but you can't see anything. Only hearing some heavy steps at the entrance.

“He—Hey, you, motherfucker! You better leave my house, bec—because my boyfriend is about to come… And he's gonna kick your ass!”

Not even you are convinced of your words, hearing some rough chuckles from nowhere.

“He… He… He's tall and strong, and… He's crazy! So you better go now!”

You don't dare to step out from the room, carrying the bat but standing under the frame. More laughs. You're starting to shake, having to grab better the piece of wood ready to hit the intruder, when the light of the living room turns on.

“Yeah, and he's handsome, and ho—”.

Angel can't finish the sentence, closing the distance in a second and jumping onto his arms. He almost falls, having to take a step back with a leg, as his laughs become louder and you cry again. You were so scared of someone breaking into the house, but that sensation has gone to the background with the happiness flooding your body.

“The hell is wrong with you?!”

Putting your feet on the floor, you punch his chest feeling now somewhat angry and frowning at him.

“I wanted to try to surprise y—Stop hitting me!”

“You scared me!”

“Lucky you didn't use the bat against me. Nor your crazy boyfriend came to kick my ass��. Angel hums with that funny grin he draws whenever he feels ashamed because of your compliments. “I've missed you, loca”.

Welcoming again into his arms, the younger Reyes warms your skin with his tight embrace, placing kisses all around your face.

“Can't believe you didn't hear my bike”.

“I was occupied crying for my stupid boyfriend, thinking that he didn't care a shit about that I was worried for him”.

“Yeah… surprise”. Angel tilts his head slightly, watching you rest your chin on his chest and pouting at him. “Came back a couple hours ago, but I had to go to the club first. But now…”

Raising you up between his arms as the most pure bridal style, he carries you to his bed making you laugh finally.

“Got all the time in the world para mi reina”.