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[ Ladies. Gents. Happy Lowman, as promised. Now. I'll be working on his blog, and replies.

And here's what I owe: -4-tellerxmorrow -1-tigisms -1-abrokenserenityprayer -1-oraclespryte -And two I actually have done. That's hopefully the last of my ooc for the night! :) ]

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queenofdrabbles answered your question:[ Alright ladies and gentlemen. Sorry for being…

[Happy. Yes. Good. <3 Also- do whatever makes it easier for you, darlin!]

skogstrom replied to your post:[ Alright ladies and gentlemen. Sorry for being…

Definitely bring the Hap.

[ @queenofdrabbles-- Yes! He’s needy. XD And I’m trying to figure it out. AND I SWEAR I’M GETTING TO YOUR REPLY! TIG’S BEING A LITTLE SHIT.

@skogstrom-- Hap shall be brought. Soon. Soon. ]

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[ Alright ladies and gentlemen. Sorry for being gone for the past couple of days. I'm gonna try to get to replies now.I only have nine so I should get to them. If not, tomorrow, I promise.

On a different note, I'm thinking about making a separate blog for a Happy muse. He kinda just came at me when I was rewatching the series. I may also separate this blog, but I'm still thinking about it. Don't worry, all threads would be kept, just transferred. Thoughts? ]

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( the modern hamlet. )

      Silence filled the busy street as the Teller boy walked by.       The woman’s eyes followed, holding the soft blanket       against her lips. This wasn’t their first encounter, nor would       it be their last. Was it the beginning of a smile, or a simple       twitch that caused the edge of the female’s lips to lift? It       remained for a mere moment before the woman pushed       her cup against the dirt-ridden street in an attempt to get       the Son’s attention.

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( vp. )

      ❝Jax, this is a very serious matter--

      Do you think I should show people                           my real nut,                      or my fake one?                 Like, how should I angle myself?❞

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( jax. )

      ❝-----

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      I'm awake.❞

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( jackie boy. )

           ❝Aye, lad.

      Yer sure this is how       y'wanna take care a       thin's?❞

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( the man with lost hope. )

      The events had been tragic, to say the least. The man’s daughters       both simply disappeared from his life. No, the reaper knew better       than that. It wasn’t so simple. The flames that erupted from the       opening hadn’t been simple. The screams hadn’t been without pain,       without regret. And once the man had finally freed himself from the       chains, he knew what it was to feel the pain the other had felt. The       void within one’s heart from the loss of a child—it could not be filled       again. But the woman knew the Trager had the loss coming. The       murder that constantly surrounded the man? It was no surprise that       death would retaliate. Karma is a bitch, but Death is vengeful. Then       came the loss of the second daughter, though it wasn’t quite as tragic.       No, she left the small home, the comfort of which she’d created. And       now, the Trager was alone. Now, it wasn’t often that the reaper       approached, in her raggedy and tattered clothes. She would wait, and       eventually everyone—or rather everyone who knew that Death was       just around the corner—would ask for her identification. A name?       The place from which she came? Anything. And each time the       woman would give a simple answer. It’s time.

      But, it wasn’t the Son’s time. Not yet. He would live through the pain       of losing a child, through the pain of the misdeeds that had brought       him thus far. And so, she approached with sign in hand. He seemed       to have sadness, though the reaper was sure he would never admit       to it. With an eerie silence, the woman held out her hand, urging the       man to take it, rather than throw a few quarters her way.

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( new girl. )

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     She wasn’t sure how she’d ended up behind      the bar, pulling beers and pouring shots, but      there she was. Wan’t the first time, wouldn’t      be the last, and it afforded her a good vantage      point to watch the comings and going, in any      case.

     And she was new enough that the guys      seemed to find her pulling their drinks to be      novel- although it was a quiet night, she’d      chatted with a lot of them, although it was      mostly the guys from the garage, and the      hangarounds.

     But when one of the actual sons leaned on      the bar, she hopped right to, leaning on the      other side with a brightly crooked smile.     “Tig, right? What can I get you?”

      There she was, Jax’s girl. She’d been hanging around the club       for a while now, though she’d begun as a croweater. Of course,       that didn’t mean the girl wouldn’t be asked to betray the Prince.       She reminded him of his children, the pair of daughters he       would never be able to see, except when they were old       enough to abandon their mother’s opinion. The day could       not come faster.

      She was busy, though the Trager was in need of another beer.       His feet moved quicker than he could think, and suddenly he       was leaning against the bar, elbow resting against the top of       the counter as he leaned in to chat with her.

      A grin was brought to his lips at the question. Fingertips       tapped against the wood as he took her in a moment.

           ❝That’s right, sweetheart.            And you're Jax's new girl,            right? Why don’t ya get me            a beer for now?❞

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Send '✿' for my muse to bring home a homeless puppy they've found

Send ‘✿ reverse’ for my muse’s reaction to yours doing it

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( jax's old lady. )

❝ You would have been a good doctor.  ❞ 

      That goofy smile seems to form at her words.       He knew he would've never been able to       become a doctor, especially after he joined       the military. The blood--he wasn't good with it.

           ❝--Y-You think so?❞

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( jax's baby mama. )

     Her head tilted a little, a small smile curling the      corners of her lops upwards. It had been a long      time since she’d shared a drink with Tig, good,      old memories.

         ”I’d never say no to a drink. Promise           I’ll be out of your hair before your…           ladyfriends show up.”

      A smirk of his own forms to his lips,       grabbing the bottle of whiskey and       pouring two more shots. He moves       one in front of the stool next to him,       encouraging Wendy to take a seat.

           ❝Take a seat, sweetheart.❞

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( jax's baby mama. )

     ”… You know, some days I take actual comfort       in knowing that there are some things that will       never change. It’s like…the sun will always rise. 

       Lock up when you’re done, ok? And try not to        break anything…?”

      The shot glass is set upside down on the counter.       Ringed fingers tap against the bottom of the glass       as he listens. The words are a small comfort. And       after a moment, he glances up at the female.

           ❝--They're not gonna be here for a while.            So, if you have nowhere else to be...❞

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( rat. )

           ” You’re a special kind of fucked up. “

      ❝Everyone tells me that.❞

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( jax's old lady. )

❝ ——there has to be though. This is never going to end    if we don’t. Why am I the ONLY one that sees that. ❞

           ❝Violence is the only way.❞

      It'd always been the only way.       The only way the club worked.       The only way Tig knew how to       work. Even if Tara found another       way--likelihood was they wouldn't       take to her new ways.

           ❝You got any suggestions?❞

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[ I am back. And I shall be working on replies and starters. Then I gotta go to my friend's place, but I think I'm gonna bring the computer with.

To those of you that have recently followed me and are not in the SOA fandom--

Come. Let me love you. I mean, even SOA fandom peeps. Everyone just let me love you okay! ]

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( jax's old lady. )

    ❝ —— yeah it takes quite a bit of time, prep, surgery, recovery. Depends really. ❞

      ❝Yeah, that sounds like a lotta work--       I thought 'bout becomin' a doctor once,       but like--workin' with kids, y'know.❞