#SOA collab

[sol1t41r3]

collab with my friend again with a bonus kate that is not!!mine!! shes drawn by @5uwabbit

[al-mayriti]

my besties eurovisionspain just made this article about 12 artists that could be great choices for next year benidorm fest so i had to talk about them!!! here's the full article but i'll go over the artists / groups for all of you who don't speak spanish plus give my little opinion :)

(the links in the artists' name will go to the song the eurovisionspain team selected to be a showcase of them, so think of them as how a benifest entry for them could be like)

delaporte: delaporte is a duo formed by spaniard sandra delaporte and italian sergio salvi known for being one of the biggest electronic pop bands right now. i actually know them through their project titanas, made to celebrate female voices in the spanish music industry; my personal favourite of them is clap clap, their collab with anaju.

arde bogotá: arde bogotá is an indie rock band formed in cartagena (murcia) in 2017 by antonio garcía, dani sánchez, pepe esteban, and josé ángel mercader, known for the characteristic voice of their vocalist. i've actually been listening to their song antiaéreo for a while now, so i'm glad they're on this list!!! also i love how hard los perros (the song linked under the name) goes !!!

julieta: julieta is a pop and urban artist that sings in both catalan and spanish that goes from pop to reggaeton to house. i had not listened to anything from her but i knew her and i knew she was a girlie i should be on the lookout for. also y'all know how much i love when artists sing in another language that isn't spanish or english so !!!!!

GOMZ: GOMZ, whose real name is raúl gómez, is an indie electropop artist who first rose to fame (I KNEW I KNEW HIM) when he composed tu canción, the song that represented spain in esc 2018. his song sounds nice !!!

judeline: judeline was born in cádiz, and with only 20 years old, she's one of the biggest newcomers to the spanish urban scene. just as with julieta, tho i hadn't listened to any of her songs i knew who she was and yeah, this girl is gonna go far for sure !!!!

joe crepúsculo: NOT JOE CREPÚSCULO 😭😭😭 he's a well established indie pop / electronic artist known for his dance anthems and irreverent attitude. y'all i've seen this man live without knowing who he was and he knows how to give a show that's for sure. he's just a weird little man, just an absolute sicko.

fillas de cassandra: they're a female duo from vigo formed of maria SOA and sara faro who fuse galician oral tradition and modern sounds with a feminism focus on all her songs. i actually have listened to them before, specifically to their song lisistrata (PLEASE LISTEN TO IT AND WATCH THE MV IT'S GREAT), and after learning a bit more about them i might be a bit obsessed with them??? like just from their name ('daughters of cassandra'), their themes and sound, the fact that most of their songs titles reference greek mythology, and how much i loved tataravoa (the linked song, means 'great-grandmother' in galician) that i instantly put it in my playlist... also galician !!!!!!

bajocero x: bajocero x is the stage name of madrid-born daniel lópez, a newcomer to the urban pop scene who actually was a reserve artist in the previous benidorm fest! i like his sound he has potential!

SAMURAÏ: I CAN'T BELIEVE SAMU IS HERE LET'S GOOOO. samuraï is the stage named of aroa, also from madrid, an indie pop-rock artist with a very strong visual and vocal presence. GUYS YOU DON'T UNDERSTADN I'M OBSESSED WITH HER. like i've listened to all her songs so many times she's one of my biggest discoveries of 2023 if not the best i am so in love with her it isn't even funny. her last ep called artillería is so good and it also follows a theme in the naming of the songs which i love so so very much !!!!!! i'm struggling to pick only one song of hers to show to y'all (the linked song is very good btw one of my faves), so i'll give you three: the first song of hers i listened to, her collab with la la love you, and imo her best song in the last ep.

KAI NAKAI: kai nakai is the stage name of iratxe aguilera, a basque singer from gasteiz that does feminist urban music in basque language (euskera). i didn't know her and !!!!!! i do love me some minority language in a popular genre honestly

dulzaro: he's an artist from valladolid who fuses traditional castilian-leonese sounds like jotas, charros and corridos, with traditional instruments like cucharas, panderetas, panderos and botellas de anís, and modern sounds and mixes, to make a quite unique sound. i didn't know him but now i love him so much holy shit !!!! just look at the link and that music video!!!! it's chock full of castilian folklore and traditions and even the town screams castilla y león like it's so fucking perfect!!! and it's a jota !!!!!! oh how i would love this to go to eurovision fuck i know it'd have the same placement as eaea but i don't care this shit is so fucking good.

maría peláe: OH I LOVE HER. maría peláe, born in málaga, is probably one of the new generation of folclóricas [flamenco personalities] in the country, with flamenco full of social messages and almost an agressiveness to it. SHE'S AN ICON she's so funny and sassy and EVERYTHING!!! i love her song por si te vas so much (the music video for it is so good actually) but i might love el grillo (the linked song) even more like it has sooo much lola flores (the greatest flamenco artist ever) energy!!!!! i absolutely adore her

GUITARRICADELAFUENTE: MY MAN. born in aragón, he is a singer songwriter known for his unique sound and his traditional sounds - always with a guitar at the center, that combine rumba, flamenco and indie sounds. he's actually so good it's actually criminal he hasn't gone to benidorm fest. also i'm contractually obligated to link the song that made me discovered him because that song changed the course of my life, nana triste; but also his most known song that actually was who made him known to the public is guantanamera, a version of a traditional havanera that's almost become a classic here. also that mv is how i imagine paradise (it's the town where his grandma lives i think, in aragón).

[badwolf-in-the-impala]

~Welcome to the Neighborhood -- Ch.2~

Moodboard made by me: @badwolf-in-the-impala. Pics aren’t mine but the editing is.

A/N: Here it is y’all! The second chapter of mine and @jacksonroth‘s SOA collab! I hope everyone enjoyed reading the first Chapter, and that you’re excited to keep following this story! As stated before, we will be alternating chapters, so previous chapter links will be linked below! New chapters will be posted EVERY Monday! Happy reading ^-^ 

Warnings: Shameless flirting

Word count: 4,406

Chapter 1 

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Within the hour, Harper and Kacey were unpacking the van along with the guys into their garage. When Gemma began asking what rooms the boxes went to, they were quick to shut down her unspoken request. To compensate, Gemma invited the girls over for a little club party she was having at her house the next night. Once they agreed and got rid of Gemma, now they had to face the guys.

“You ladies sure we can’t help out anymore?” Tig asked with a smirk. Juice and Jax exchanged a look and snickered while Opie shook his head and smirked. Harper smirked as she sat on top of her dresser while Kacey stood from setting down the final box. She turned to him and smirked, after tossing a glance back to her sister.

“We’re sure. We can take it from here.” She said, taking a few steps closer, as she added, “But if we need anymore help with any, um, lifting? You’ll be our first call.”

Harper snickered and shook her head as Tig smirked at Kacey while she walked away, going to lean on the dresser next to Harper. “Seriously. We can finish. Thanks for helping us out though.” Harper said, jumping down from her spot and going to Jax as Opie rounded the guys up, back into the van. Jax smiled and slipped an arm around her neck as she and Kacey walked with him to the driver’s side.

“No problem, darlin’. It’s what we do.” He said, removing his arm as he opened the door. “Just think of us as your Friendly Neighborhood Biker Boys.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Harper said, closing the door after Jax got in. She leaned against the door, folding her arms over the window and said, “Let me know about that estimate ASAP? I’m gonna need to find a job quick.”

Jax chuckled and nodded as he started the car, then leaned back in his seat. “Oh, for sure. Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Just get settled and I’ll give you a call.”

“Or we’ll see you at the club when you have to escape the clutches of Mama Gemma.” Tig said, piping up from the back as he leaned forward between Jax and Opie. Opie pushed him back and chuckled as Kacey giggled.

“Oh, come on. She’s not that bad.” Kacey glanced at her sister with a smirk and said, “We’ve endured worse.”

Harper shook her head and pushed off from the door, taking a step back. “See ya.” She said. Jax smirked as he put the car in gear, offering her a wink and a smile before they took off down the street. Harper sighed and followed Kacey back into the garage, closing it once they were both inside. Once the door shut, both sisters stood in place and looked at each other before sharing a groan, then began to haul boxes in.

“Let’s start with the kitchen.” Harper said, lifting a box labeled ‘Plates-Bowls’. Kacey nodded and grabbed another box, then followed her sister inside. They spent the better part of an hour and a half unpacking their kitchen and living room before they went to Harper’s room. When Kacey set down the last of Harper’s boxes, she stood, sighed, and said, “Do you really think we should be doing this?”

“Unpacking?” Harper asked, pulling out a few framed pictures and setting them on her dresser. She paused a moment, then looked at her sister and said, “Yeah.”

“Piss off.” Kacey said, annoyed, as she opened the box. “I meant with the club. Come on, Harper, you can’t tell me this is a smart thing to do.”

“Kay.” Harper sighed and turned to her, leaning against the dresser and watching as Kacey started hanging clothes in the closet. “I didn't know the Sons ran out of Charming. Nico never said anything about where they were. You know he didn't tell me everything about their business.”

“Yeah, but still.” Kacey sighed, shaking her head. She stood, facing the closet, and ran both her hands through her hair before turning to Harper. “This isn’t a good idea. If Nico and Bastien come looking for us...It won’t end well and we could end up getting everyone killed...Again.”

“That was not our fault!” Harper said, straightening and pointing a finger at her. “That little bitch Sara had it coming. This is her fault not ours. And besides, it was one guy, Kacey. Jesus. Stop being so dramatic.”

Harper turned and bent to open another box of clothes. As she leaned back to sit down and begin folding, Kacey said, “That doesn’t matter! I started the fight and you’re my sister! You retaliated for me and that’s when shit went-”

“Kacey, enough!” Harper shrieked, turning to her and glaring at her. “It happened, it’s over, no one else fucking died. Stop being dramatic about this. If they find out who we are, their feelings of kindness toward us can change real quick. We wanted a fresh start, Kay. This is it. We screw this up, and it’s fucking over.”

Kacey gave a small huff, but knew her sister was right. She finished putting the clothes in the closet and left her sister to her own devices as she stared on her room, slowly.

~

It was late the following morning when Kacey finally managed to drag herself out of bed and into the shower. Finding a note from Harper taped to the mirror letting her know that she had gone into town to start looking for a job, and that she would meet up with her later before the party at Gemma’s. Kacey groaned outwardly as she discarded the note into the trash, knowing she needed to do the same...job hunting easily falling into her category of least favorite things to do. Meaning this day was going to require coffee, and a lot of it. So after plugging her iPod into the living room stereo and cranking some old 80’s tunes, she fired up the coffee pot and jumped in the shower to begin getting ready for the day.

Kacey had just finished applying a little black eyeliner and mascara after throwing on her favorite jeans and a cropped Def Leppard tank-top. She was in the midst of brushing out her hair as she rocked out to ‘Sweet Child O’ Mine’, when a sudden banging sound from the front door caught her attention; causing her to nearly jump out of her skin.

She waited a few seconds in hopes that maybe whoever it was would go away, but the knock sounded again; this time a little more aggressively. Her heart began to beat wildly in her chest by that point as she ducked out of the bathroom and into her room; grabbing her Colt .38 Super from under her pillow and making her way to the front door.

Kacey cocked the hammer back gently as she moved to peek through the curtain of the side window next to the door, breathing a small sigh of relief when she found Opie standing patiently on the front porch. His attention turning back to the door when he caught the faint sound of the deadbolt being unlocked, a small grin tugging at his lips as Kacey finally opened the door. His hazel eyes drifting briefly to catch sight of the pistol she still held in her in her left hand.

“Expecting company?” He arched a brow curiously as he nodded to weapon. Watching intently as she uncocked the hammer and clicked the safety back into place before tucking it into the back of her jeans.

“Always.” Kacey smirked, leaning inside to turn down the stereo before she leaned a shoulder against the door frame and crossed her arms over her chest; blue eyes studying him carefully.

“Sorry if I startled you.” He apologized. “Jax and I ran into your sister in town. She said you were still home, and probably in need of a lift.”

“No worries.” Kacey chuckled as she pushed away from the door and stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in. “Coffee?” She asked as they rounded the corner into the kitchen and she began searching for what cabinet they put the mugs in.

“Ain’t it a little late in the day for that?” Opie chuckled as he looked up at the clock above the stove that read 12:30pm.

“Ok, first off; it is never too late in the day for coffee...never.” Kacey replied as she finally found the mugs and pulled down two from the shelf before filling them both and handing one to Opie. “Secondly...you don’t like coffee, we can’t be friends.” She smirked.

“Fair enough.” Opie laughed as he accepted the mug from her and took a sip. Things falling silent between them for a moment before he cleared his throat and asked. “So, you almost ready?”

“Yeah.” Kacey nodded as she picked up her mug and started for the hallway. “Just let me grab my vest real quick. She said, disappearing into her bedroom to grab a red plaid over shirt; tugging it on before putting her black leather vest on over it. Slipping on her rings and leather bracelet before returning to the kitchen and finishing off her coffee, making sure to rinse out the empty mugs. Turning the stereo off and locking all the doors before finally heading out to Opie’s truck that sat in the driveway.

“‘85 Dodge Power Ram. Nice.” Kacey mused as they approached the cream and tan colored pick up truck, Opie stopping to open the door for her, a look of surprise on his face.

“You know trucks too?” He asked as he slid into the driver’s seat behind her, noting the sly smirk on her lips as she slid her aviators onto her face and settled into the middle seat.

“I know a thing or two.” She shrugged.

“I’m startin’ to think you know more than just a thing or two.” Opie chuckled as he turned the key, the engine roaring to life as he shifted it into reverse. Using the opportunity to slip his arm behind her as he turned to look over his shoulder while backing the truck out of the driveway.

“I’m full of surprises.” Kacey replied. “We’ll just leave it at that for now.”

“Alright then, Miss full of surprises; where we headed?” Opie asked as he glanced over at her from the corner of his eye.

“The responsible adult in me says to go look for a job...the not so responsible adult in me on the other hand, says to look for the nearest bar.” Kacey laughed. “But, if I don’t at least try and find a job today, Harper will probably kill me...soooo.”

“Responsibility it is.” Opie chuckled as he turned and headed towards town, where they spent the next couple of hours hitting up every place that had a ‘Help Wanted’ sign up in their window. Kacey finally calling it quits after the Sixth or Seventh place in row that declined before asking her to politely leave.

“No luck?” Opie asked as she climbed back into the truck, noting the redness that tinted her ears and slowly crept its way up her chest onto her neck as she struggled to keep her temper in check. Rolling down the passenger side window as she pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a much needed drag and relishing in the rush of nicotine that swept over her; calming her nerves a bit.

“Would you fuckin’ believe it that, ‘apparently’,” She spoke in a mocking tone, making quotation marks with her fingers before ashing her cigarette out the window. “I’m not a people person.”

“You don’t say?” Opie teased, wincing as her fist connected with his arm. “Ow.” He chuckled, rubbing his bicep as she smirked back at him before taking another drag and offering him her pack of smokes as a peace offering.

“Remind me never to piss you off.” He added, passing her smokes back to her. Lighting the cigarette between his lips before backing out of the parking space. Not even attempting to hide his grin as she scooted back across the bench seat into the middle and got comfortable. “So, to the Bar then?” He questioned.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She replied with a fake southern accent, hands flying up over her heart as she feigned a dreamy sigh, tipping her head back onto his shoulder as she batted her lashes up at him; erupting into a fit of giggles at his expression while she pushed her sunglasses back into place and sat up a little.

“Alright Miss Daisy. Calm your shit.” Opie chuckled as he draped his hand over her shoulder. Kacey’s own hand drifting to rest on his thigh in return for the rest of the drive back to the Clubhouse.

~

Things at the Clubhouse were still pretty laid back when Opie and Kacey pulled in. Most of the guys still getting cleaned up and ready for the party later at Gemma’s. But three shots of Jameson and a couple beers later, Kacey found herself behind the bar in a competition to out bartend Half-Sack. The room filled with hoops and hollers as the guys hounded on the poor kid, giving him a ration of shit as he struggled to keep up with her; it obvious that she had more experience behind a bar than he did.

“Oi! It look’s like y’er abou’ ta lose y’er position as Barmaid, there, Sacky mah boy!” Chibs howled with laughter as the rest of the guys following suit, all throwing in their own mix of comments. Kacey shook her head with a chuckle as she shed her plaid overshirt and vest, leaving her in the cropped tank that only gave a glimpse to the number of tattoos she had. Opie having a hard time keeping his gaze off of her as she worked.

“I swear to God, Brother, if you don’t hit that, I’m goin’ to.” Tig stated lowly as he took a seat beside Opie at the bar; blue eyes fixed to Kacey like a vulture that just spotted fresh roadkill. Opie all but shoving Tig off his barstool in return. Tig snickered and stood, straightening his Kutte as he said, “Hey, man. Easy, My Giant. I was only sayin’.”

Tig smirked and offered a playful punch to Opie’s shoulder before he walked away. While the competition continued, outside, Harper rolled into the lot on the back of Jax’s Harley. Harper swung her leg over the bike and removed her helmet as Jax did the same, hanging his off his handlebars before getting off the bike and taking the spare from Harper. She gave him a sweet smile and said, “Thanks for the ride. I did not want to have to get in another taxi.”

Jax chuckled and said, “No problem, darlin’. Your truck should be finished soon. Gemma made us put a rush on it.”

He snickered as Harper rolled her eyes while he slipped an arm around her neck, the both of them walking toward the clubhouse. “Please don’t? I don’t need our only car up and dying on us. We don’t know when our bikes are gonna be here, so we need something.” Harper said as Jax opened the door for her.

“That’s what we told her, but she’s still making it our top priority.” He said. Harper’s next polite decline was cut off as the roar from the guys grew as Kacey raced to stack the beer glasses under the bar, while Half-Sack struggled to pour all his shots before she was done. Kacey damn near broke the last glass as it slammed in place and she cried out, shooting her arms up in the air with a laugh. Cheering erupted from the guys as Half-Sack sighed and leaned against the wall, thankful it was over.

“Oh, dear God.” Harper said, pushing her glasses back into her hair, watching her sister get scooped up and twirled around by Opie before setting her down and the two of them passing out shots. “Tazzy. Sweetie.”

Kacey turned and beamed at her sister, taking a moment to down her shot and Opie’s before bouncing over to her. “Hi! Did you find a job?!” Kacey squeaked, her eyes already tinting red, the reek of whiskey on her breath. Harper scrunched up her nose and took her sister’ arm, leading her to a barstool before she keeled over.

“Jesus, Opie. I said give her a lift not get her lit.” Harper said, with a soft chuckle, as she asked Half-Sack for a glass of water.

“Hey, she said she was good. She’s in good hands here.” Opie said.

“Yeah, yours.” Jax teased. Kacey giggled and said with a hiccup, “Stop worrying, Harps. I’m f-fine.”

“Uh-huh. Did you find a job today?” Harper asked, giving her sister a look and pushing the water toward her as Half-Sack set it down. Chibs descended on the sisters, slipping an arm around Kacey’s neck and said, “Oh, I’m sure Clay woulna mind lettin’ her have a job ‘ere. Natural born barmaid, this one.”

Harper smirked and said, “Natural born? This whore has worked in four different bars. She knows what she’s doing.”

“Hey!...I’m not a whore…” Kacey said, pouting a little. Harper gripped her sister’s chin, lightly, and shook it as she said, “A bar whore. Barbacking for you is like...Well, riding for me. You love it, you’re good at it, and if I were to get paid, I’d make big bucks.”

Harper giggled at her own joke and leaned against the bar. Chibs chuckled and said, “Well, once t’e boss hears about t’is, he’ll probably hire ye on t’e spot.”

“Hey, man, I tried!” Half-Sack called, from down the bar.

“Yeah, and she still creamed ye!” Chibs called, howling in laughter as he joined Juice and Tig at the other end of the bar. Harper held a polite smile and laugh until Chibs was out of earshot, Jax excusing himself to go talk to Opie. Once they were out of earshot, Harper’s smile faded and she leaned closer to Kacey, tugging on her arm and whispering harshly, “Are you fucking insane?!”

Kacey blinked at the sudden movement and looked at her. “What? I got a job.” She said. Harper shook her head.

“At the clubhouse? Are you serious? Did we not just have a discussion last night about the club?!” Harper whispered, glancing around to make sure there were no eavesdroppers. Kacey sighed and leaned her arms on the bar.

“Harper, I’m sorry. But...Harp I was refused at like 10 places today. They took one look at me and then Opie and made up some bullshit excuse about why I wasn’t a good fit.” Kacey said. Harper shook her head and sighed, pushing her hands through her hair in irritation. The last thing they needed was for Kacey to get the job and the club found out about their connections and toss them out on their ass. That was one thing Harper wasn’t willing to risk. “Harper, look. We need the money to pay for the truck and the house. Maybe I can talk to Clay about working on the truck myself that way we don’t have to pay labor, just parts? And I can put in a shit ton of hours here so it compensates.”

“Kace...I-I don’t know about this… What if-” Harper said, her features taking on an extremely worried look. Kacey put a hand on her sisters arm and said, “Harper. You’ve got to trust me. I won’t say anything about Nico and Bastien.”

“Yeah, unless you get too drunk.” Harper said, giving her a look. Kacey gave her one right back and said, “That was once and it was about my embarrassment so can we drop that please?! I’m not gonna fuck up again, Harps! I promise.”

Harper glanced down at Jax and the guys, then back to her sister. “You fuck up and you’re pushing that car, I don’t care how far, if it breaks down again…” She said, giving her a look. Kacey smiled and wrapped her arms around Harper’s neck with a squeal. Harper’s hard exterior cracked and she smiled, hugging her sister back. As they broke apart, Jax came back over to them with a charming smile and said, “Hey, did you girls want a lift back to your place? Me and Opie have to get to Gemma’s a little early to help set up for the party.”

Harper gave him a sweet smile and nodded. “Yeah. Sure, thanks.” She said. Jax smiled and nodded, calling for Opie and telling the girls he’d meet them outside. Kacey grabbed her overshirt and vest from behind the bar and they walked out with Opie to the bikes.

~

Kacey and Harper split off from Jax and Opie as they headed down the street to Gemma’s. Harper quickly jumped in the shower while Kacey changed. Once Harper pulled on her black boots and zipped them up, giving herself a once over in the mirror to make sure everything looked good, she called for Kacey and they both walked down to Gemma’s.

“Just don’t fuckin’ drop the thing, Jackson!” Gemma called as she opened the door. When she turned around and saw the sisters, she smiled and ushered them in. “Hey, you guys made it. How was the first night?”

“Good. I slept good at least.” Harper said with a chuckle. Kacey mimicked her sister, behind her back, and rolled her eyes with a smirk. Harper glanced back at her before turning back to Gemma and said, “Hey, thanks for all the help yesterday. We really appreciate it.”

“Oh, honey. It’s not a problem. If you girls ever run into trouble, just give us a call.” Gemma said, with a smile. “The guys are out back. You girls just make yourselves at home.” Gemma added before disappearing into the kitchen. Leaving the sisters to find their way out to the backyard.

“Aye! Parties ‘ere!” Chibs yelled as the girls stepped out into the backyard, giving it a once over and finding the guys were still in the process of setting up a few things. “C’mere an’ give us a hand, will ye?”

The girls ventured over without a second thought, helping Chibs pull some lawn chairs down from the shed and set them up around the yard and patio area. Kacey reaching up on her tiptoes to grab the last chair, struggling as it was just out of her reach. She was starting to get frustrated when a hand reached over her head and grabbed it. Turning around she found Opie who was smirking down at her, making Kacey glare back playfully in return.

“Don’t.Say.A.Word.” She warned.

“Wee bit sensitive abou’ our height, are we?” Chibs joked from behind him as he took the chair and stepped aside so that they could close up the shed. Kacey glowering at everyone who was now snickering quietly at the joke.

“Easy, Taz.” Harper chuckled as her sister moved passed on her way to the cooler. Muttering under her breath about not being that short as she grabbed a beer and took a seat up on the patio; pouting with a childish look on her face.  

“Hey, why do you call her Taz?” Jax asked, opening his beer as he took a seat across from Kacey. “I noticed you called her that a few times today.”

Harper snickered as she leaned against Jax’s chair. “Are you sure you wanna get into this now?” She asked, glancing down at him before looking to her sister. Jax smirked and took a sip, settling himself for a good story. Kacey rolled her eyes and took a sip before she said, “I get a little crazy when I get mad…”

“A little crazy? Sis, you’re not named after the Tasmanian Devil for fuckin’ nothing.” Harper chuckled. Jax snickered into his beer as he sat up.

“No shit?” He asked, looking from Kacey to Harper. She snickered as well and nodded.

“I believe it almost came to criminal mischief...What? 10 times?” Harper said. Jax laughed and looked at Kacey.

“Shit, how was it only almost? What did you do?” Jax asked.

“Hey, listen, if you don’t want your girlfriend getting a hold of your precious guns and using your precious ‘50’s El Camino, then why keep them in the same place, let alone piss off your girlfriend?” Kacey said, as Opie walked up to them.

“Ouch. Who pissed you off?” Opie said with a wince and a chuckle. Harper chuckled, but gave Kacey a warning look. Kacey shook her head and said, “An ex.”

“Jesus, is the car ok?” Opie joked. Everyone giving off an array of horrified expressions and sounds as Kacey mimicked an explosion with her hands before returning to her beer. Harper smirked and couldn’t help but add a ‘Ba-boom.’

“Guard your keys, boys.” Jax chuckled.

“Maybe just your valuables in general.” Kacey snorted. “And don’t piss off the Devil.” She added, casting a sideways glance and smirk in Opie’s direction as the group had a good laugh. Gemma walked out carrying a bowl of fruit salad, but stopped when she saw everyone gathered around the table.

“Hey. People are gonna start showing up here in a few minutes. I’d like to have this place set up before then?” Gemma said, squeezing between Jax and Harper to set down the bowl. She swiped the beer from Jax’s hand and gave him a look, but taking his beer was enough to get him out of his seat. Jax patted Opie on the back as he turned away to head back over to where Clay and Piney were setting up some more tables. Gemma chuckled and shook her head, taking a sip from the beer before setting it down. Harper took one last sip from her beer as well before setting it down and asking Gemma, “Did you need some help in the kitchen?”

Gemma smiled at her and said, “I’ve got a few of the girls in there. I’m okay.”

“Come on, Gem. We’re good cooks!” Kacey chimed in, standing up and moving to stand next to Harper.

“Gemma, it’s the least we can do.” Harper said with a smile. Gemma chuckled and crooked a finger at them as she started walking back to the house.

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Queens of Odins Eye: Ch 45

Taglist: This is a collab fic with the lovely ladies: @grungyblonde @courtrae89 and @imgoldielikehawn

I keep jumping clutching my stomach. Someone is in this damn house. Jax shakes his head looking out for the cops. “Kia…”

“Jax, you’re helping me! Stop bitching out. I should have brought Hap.” I step on the stone and can see a little more of the house but not enough. I know I can get in this fucking window. I look at my baby bump. I was growing like a fucking inhuman monster. What kind of beast was this in me? Fucking Ivar. This baby was going to come out threatening people and calling me annoying. “give me a boost.”

“No.”

“jax! You’re strong, one boost.”

He growls setting down his phone. “You’re fucking insane.” He lifts me, and I can see a hand. Either they killed each other, or some freaky shit was going on.  

I wiggle down feeling his abs and smiling at him. He blushes turning away from me. “Let me pick the lock.”

“Pick the lock, Kia!” He follows me to the front door.

“Look, no one has heard from him in a few days.” I say to Jax. “If you want me to come with you to get them damn dogs you’ll shut it and hold these cookies while I’ll pick this lock.” I give Jax the plate of chocolate chip cookies and take out my kit. He gives me a strange look. “What! He won’t open the door.”

“He doesn’t want to be bothered.” Jax whispers to me. “Sweetheart you really need to learn how to stay out of other people’s business. You’re the prez’s old lady now.”

“Hey, Jax. Shut the fuck up.” I say listening to the lock. “When the hell did they upgrade the locks?” Finally, I hear it click and the door opens and I take the cookies back. The place is a perpetual mess, pictures of them as a couple thrown on the floor. “Kim need to clean this damn place. She know damn well this is nasty.”

Jax has his hand on his gun sifting his foot through the trash. “Hey is someone in here?”

I walk to the back hoping that Kimmie would peak her head out and we would leave but she doesn’t appear. The bedroom door is open so I walk in and I see, he’s face down in the carpet with his hair sprawled everywhere and eyes half open. “Hvit!”

“Kia, do you ever fucking knock.” He groans standing up. “Why is he here?”

“dude you smell like shit.” Jax says rolling his eyes.

“Hvitserk.” I sit on the bed hesitantly noticing the condom wrappers and the women’s panties that were for sure not Kim’s that bitch was basic. “Where’s Kim?”

“Ask your ex-husband.” He laughs. “Kia, you like literally never stopped being my sister in law.” He laughs standing up.

“What about Ubbe?”

“He picked her up at the airport, probably fucked her because he can’t keep it in his pants.”

Tell me something I don’t know Hvit. “Okay, why was she at the airport?”

“Because your husband planted these fucking photos. I know it was him.” He tossed the images of Hvitserk doing what he does, the women sprawled out and the fucking devious smile that turned me on but apparently scared the shit out of Kim. “Ivar didn’t do this. He wouldn’t be that cruel. You’re out. Why break you two up?”

“Because you married a psychopath? You don’t really have a type do you?” He asks.

“Look, drunk or not, you talk shit again I’m whipping you with this pistol.” I say throwing the bar of soap at him. He catches it. “come to the fair with us tonight. Everyone loves you member or not.”

“Kia,” Jax warns. “You’re overstepping.”

“Look sexy, stand your pretty ass over there and shut up. We about to leave. Why are you all in this?” I ask holding my hands up.

“I lifted your pregnant ass to the window Kia,” Jax’s jaw clenches. “You know what, we’re done here.” He starts walking over to me and I can’t stand as fast as I used to. He scoops me up from the bed. “We’re going to get these damn dogs. Hvitserk man, have some pride. Get dressed. Kia, I’m telling Ivar you attempted to climb in a window.”

“You damn snitch.” I growl.

 Ivar was mad. His eyes glaring at me like I done something wrong. Hvitserk needed cookies and a friend. He slams his hands down on the counter in attempt to get my attention.

“Ivar.” I look up from my Parenting Book. “Slam something else.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because, I don’t have to tell you everything. Ivar, it was my business.”

“No.” He points at me. “Our marriage is not yours and Ubbe’s. We don’t keep secrets. We tell each other everything! What’d we say?”

“Stop yelling at me!” I yell back. “I’m tired of it.” My voice cracks. “The way you yelled at me in front of everyone else, snapped at me, that’s not us either. You let the patch go to your head with everyone but me. I’m not them! I’m Kia. I’m your wife.”

“That keeps fucking secrets!”

I hated to sound like those women who used pregnancy as an excuse, but as soon as this baby drops from me, I’m fighting him. I glare at him and he glares back. Everyone was against me. “Uri!! Come on! We have to go!”

“you’re waiting for me, we have to meet Gemma at the damn bake sale part and deliver all these cookies. I am not delivering these cookies myself.”

“You’re not my dad Ivar, I will go whenever the hell I want to.”

“Oh,” he raises an eyebrow to me. “I’m not your daddy?” Damn freak.

Uri appears down stairs in his Pajamas, holding the game controller. There was no way in Hel he was leaving. “Mom, I’m winning the game.”

“Uri go get your shoes and stuff on big boy. We have to leave.” Ivar dismisses him and walks around the counter. Instinctively I back away from him and he takes my hand in his hand. “I need you stop acting like you’re not six months pregnant okay?”

Uri’s little fists hit Ivar and he pushes him away bravely stepping in front of me. “You watch it or my daddy will hit you again.” He warns with a little glare in his eye that resembled Ubbe but that threat fucking screamed Ivar, what a mess.

Ivar cracks a smile. “I would never hurt your mom, I love her.”

“I’m watching you.” He says leaving.

“You keep messing with me and Uri will fuck you up.” I laugh and Ivar joins.

“Obviously.” He grins. “But seriously Kia. If I here about your spastic ass climbing in windows and picking locks again I will lock you in the house. You can’t keep waddling around here doing things that are a danger to you and the baby.”

“Who the fuck waddles!” I yell.

“Don’t even act as if you don’t waddle. It takes you fucking ten minutes to get off the couch.”

My mouth drops. “You take that shit back, or you will love the couch because it’ll be your fucking bed.”

“Oh, I’m not sleeping on that damn couch. But you do waddle.” He kisses my cheek. “Grab some cookies so we can go.”

 The fair is small full of bikers and their women. Looked like a damn double event. Uri ran around the fair like the small demon he was picking with Jax and his two kids. While Ivar kept an eye out on me like I was about to start scaling walls or something.

Court and Rollo were kin of making me sick, kissing each other nonstop then he swung her over on his back walking towards us. “The other newlyweds.” Rollo chides smiling. “Kia, you’re large.”

“You big as hell too Rollo.”

Ivar laughs. “What’s up Court?”

“It’s done.” She beamed.

“What’s done?”

“Nothing Kia?”

“Nah! We don’t keep secrets, we’re not me and Ubbe remember?” I stare at Ivar and he grins. “You bitch.” I say trying not to smile. “I can’t stand you.” My eyes well as they always do here lately and eh shakes his head.

“don’t cry.”

“No, you think it’s funny.” I start, my sobs hiccupping and Ivar hugs me then I feel my arm being pulled.

Court shakes me. “You need to get your fucking backbone back and quit all this fucking crying!” She yells and I stand shocked. “Your over emotional ass is annoying as fuck. “why do you think we don’t take you places anymore?”

Ivar’s eyes are huge. “Damn court.”

“She’s being honest, cut that out.” Rollo adds.

I stand quietly wanting to slap Court but Rollo scares me.

“Gemma has Uri with Abel and Thomas… you wanna get on the Ferris Wheel?”

“I don’t know her.” I scoff at him.

“Come on.” He smiles.  

“Fine.”

We get on the ride and I can see Uri tackling Abel. Good boy. Then I see Brii with her two new puppies. It was the girliest I had ever seen her look holding them and kissing Jax. “When are you going to let me know what we are having?” Ivar asks.

“It’s a girl.” I say. “but I think she’s half demon because she keeps punching my damn ribs.”

“Yes a little Ivanna.”

“You have lost your whole fucking mind if you think I’m naming this baby after you.”

“Ivory?” He kisses my cheek.

“Ivar, shut up.”

“Iya?” Another peck on the lips.

“Shut up.” I laugh.

“Isla?”

“I like that one.”

“Isla Lothbrok.” He pauses. “She’s gonna be a diva.”

“Of course?” I watch across the way, Ubbe wrapping his arms around Kim, then kisses her cheek. That damn bitch.

The ride ends and walk across the fair making my way to her. Ubbe stares at me with a small hint of terror. “Kim!” I call.

“Hey! I was about to call you!” She beams untangling her hand from his, “Want to go shoot darts?”

I don’t think, my hand connects with her face. There was a code you know. “Kia!” Ubbe says shocked to see me slap her. He doesn’t touch me because there were plenty times I scratched up his face. I had crazy tendencies. Apologies.

Kim’s mouth drops. “We’re just friends.”

I try to run at her and she flinches a little. Ivar lifts me from the ground. “You are fucking pregnant!” he growls as I try to break free. “Apologize!” He yells. “You don’t think she’s been through enough?”

“I’m not apologizing to her ass!!” I turn to leave and I hear Ivar apologize.

“Look at you waddling away!” He chides. “You’re going to apologize!”

“Ubbe,” I turn. “I’m gone fuck you up too.”

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[bad-blood-animal]

Maede-san did a q&a on Twitter through Ping. I didn’t go through everything, but there were some SOA stuff. I was pretty selective, ngl. So I’m sure I’ve missed some stuff.

The new features brought up on the dev stream will be added Oct-Nov.

Aladdin will be in the Halloween event this year. I’d expect Mermaid and Cinderella to return. 

His favorite design is hard to choose from, but Gretel/Gunner.

Talks about leakers. He says he cannot speak on which leaks are real and which aren’t. But discourages it because it can ruin the experience. There are things set in place to prevent them, but there are limits because there’s only so much you can do.

Dorothy HNM is already designed. Her actual nightmare should be added in the near future. YESSSSSS

He can’t speak about the next planned collab and tells us to wait.

Aladdin, Hamelin [?? Said future charas] Rapunzel, and Piggies are getting reality arcs. 

Next livestream will be next month, no word on the next community live. Yay, gems! 

The gender ratio of players is 50% based on player survey.

I did not see anything for Hamelin but I’d imagine we’d get an answer like the collab one.

[courtrae89]

Queens of Odins Eye (SOA/Vikings AU Crossover) Ch. 51

This is a collab with the lovely @laketaj24 @imgoldielikehawn @grungyblonde

The breeze was cool as I sat on our back deck, coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other. The sight in front of me was one of beauty, the sun rising, filling the sky with the most beautiful pinks, lilacs, and the sun a firey red orange. It was a site desperately needed after the past month.

One of peace, and the promises of a fresh start.

Spending so much time between homes, jobs, and still trying to be a wife was exhausting. I could no longer bring my self to entertain Ivar, and his insane attempts to ruin everyone’s lives.

I feared he would do his best to pay me back for that, which was why in this life, I kept little to no secrets. what’s done in the dark will always come to light.

Rollo would likely never leave the club, and that didn’t matter, I would never ask him to, but me? Well I was putting some distance between us.

My mind at peace, and caffeine running through my veins I decided it was time to visit Kim. I took another long pull of my cigarette, then headed upstairs to dress.

Rollo was storing as I slipped one leg into my jeans. “Good morning handsome” I spoke quietly “Good morning beautiful, what are you up to? I didn’t think you had a job this morning.” A look of simple curiosity. We had moved past the jealousy.

“I’m going to visit Kim. Her shift ends in about 30 mins, there’s coffee made and your cup is waiting for you by the French doors. It’s a BEAUTIFUL morning” I said a little to dramatically, causing a smile to spread on Rollos face.

“How did I become so blessed by the Gods, your are the best gift they have ever given” Rollos hand cupped my cheek bring my lips to his in a sweet kiss. “I’ll be home before you get back from the run today. Be careful my love” I lightly pressed my lips to his cheek, then turned and exited the room.

At 7 a.m. on the dot I watched as Kim exited the hospital with coffee in hand. “Kimmy” I waved to her, and raised the steaming cup to her.

“Ahh my saving grace” she reaches for the cup with a smile on her face. “What are you doing here? Is everything ok?” She asks, a concerned look on her face. “Everyone is fine, I just.. I just need to talk to you, if you have time.”

It had been harder than I thought to tell Kim it was me, someone she trusted, and a friend she cared for that had been torturing her and Hvitserk for all those weeks. That it was me who caused them to split up.

“Ivar was determined to not let Hvitserk live his fairytale life, and I myself thought it was pretty foolish of him to think that’s how it would be. This life doesn’t just go away because you were jumped out, he will be looking over his shoulder for all.of his life, and without the protection of the club, but you two didn’t deserve that.”

Kim looked a little surprised, but listened on without interruption or becoming irate, which is exactly what I would have done had I been sitting where she was.

“I knew it. I couldn’t prove it, and I had hoped it wasn’t true.” I grabbed Kim’s hands and held them in mine. “Kim I am so sorry love, I don’t expect forgiveness, but please know I regret it!” I looked Kim in the eyes she had to know how sorry I was.

“I need some time. Please just… just leave me alone.” Kim turned away from me and began to walk to her car, as she opened the door to slide in she hesitated, turning to me, “I would expect this from a member, Brii even, but your not a member, and your supposed to be one of my best friends.”

I went to open my mouth, but Kim was gone before I could even begin, and she was right. I was hurt, but nothing like I had done to her and Hvitserk for the sake of Ivars entertainment.

“No more secrets” I spoke to myself as I made my way to Kia's shop. She had to know the truth as well. I wasn’t going to wait for Ivar to tell it. Once he knew the truth was out he would try to bend it to his favor. Kia was the only one left to tell that didn’t already know, or wasn’t a part of it.

Kia had been more upset with Ivar than she seemed with me, but that wasn’t my intention. She knew the truth, and that’s all that mattered to me. Maybe it wasn’t my truth to tell, but Kia was my friend, and if shit went down, well better him than me.

Late that night...

I sat waiting for my target to take his regular nightly stroll out by the docks. The information given to me wasn’t the best description, but I had done more with less in the past.

Adjusting my scope so I could get a better view I took a peek, and then another, and another. Were my eyes betraying me? RAGNAR? “You're supposed to be dead.” I whispered to myself.

Not my gifs!

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[thatsunlicensed]

//ANTI-LILLY

Smooth jazzy ou aquele som que você precisa para climatizar. Isso define bem o álbum That's the World do Anti Lilly & Phoniks, e sua trilogia. Anti Lilly é de Houston (TX), e este último lançamento (julho 2019) completa a essência de outros álbuns, como It's Nice Outside (destaque para Sunshine) e Stories From The Brass Section (vá de Descension).

Com a ajuda dos beats do The Phoniks, ele fez 3 álbuns que se completam e mostram bastante do gênero jazz rap que apresentam. A obra tem aquele clima de fim de tarde, sem a tristeza deep do lo-fi,

só que com a criatividade nas letras que um bom rap tem que ter, bem como pequenas inserções de skits, scratches e o bom estilo classy. Poucos sons hoje em dia te deixam com aquela atmosfera de reflexão. Ou seja, ouvir para pensar sobre situações que vivemos e perceber aquele xeque-mate que a vida dá. E é louco como a forma que ele rima (muito característica por sinal) soa como um sussurro, tratando sobre temas que, por mais que sejam rotineiros, muitas vezes não paramos pra pensar sobre. Não ouso dizer que é depressivo-reflexivo o teor dos álbuns, mas com toda a certeza passa perto. Rimas como essas vão te fazer refletir, não tem jeito:

Stuck in my thoughts, but I know that

I cannot stay Reality been after me and actually

I been so on my pace

With all the move that I pass this speed, I'm in second place

Essa é uma das linhas da música Let You Down, sem dúvida uma das minhas preferidas. Além disso, o Phoniks também deixa sua marca com os samples no maior estilo anos 1990, lembrando Jazzmatazz. Por trás do flow que ajuda a não enjoar, dá pra deixar quem ouve cantarolando o sample por um bom tempo enquanto não pegou a letra. Caso queira conhecer mais desse mano, não deixe de observar a discografia no site dele. Posso adiantar que bons beats e outras collabs interessantes te esperam. Por fim, os 3 álbuns do Anti Lilly têm muitos feats marcantes, como na música Can't Stop, na qual Scolla mostra a que veio no refrão sutil.

Já aviso que esse sample vai grudar! Aproveite que este ótimo álbum está no Spotify (e full no Youtube) e deguste sem moderação.

[badwolf-in-the-impala]

~Welcome to the Neighborhood - Ch.10|Finale Chapter~

Moodboard made by me @badwolf-in-the-impala. None of the pictures are our, just the editing.

A/N: So, I suck and completely forgot to post on Monday! Big surprise there lol but that Holiday/three day weekend shit really threw me off XD Anywho, I hope you guys enjoy! Edited to add: I’m a dumby and forgot to include this is the final chapter XD I fail at life today lol!

Warnings: Angst....so much angst. Mentions of death/murder, non-major-ish(?) character death, explosion, mentions of pregnancy...Did I mention angst?

Word Count: 4,858

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After Clay stormed out, Gemma went back home to check on him after making sure to clear Kacey’s room of any and all liquor, making sure to tell Half-Sack not to let her have anything harder than beer, and even there to cut her off after 2. Opie bailed, hopping down to the store to grab Kacey two pints of ice cream, as she’d cleared them out within the first few days of her downward spiral. The rest of the club went about their day, nothing much to do with their collective minds on how to get Harper safe without starting a feud between the Mayans again. Jax stuck around, mostly to keep an eye on Kacey. As he watched her wander around, play a solo game of pool, he found himself smirking to himself as he thought about how, if they managed to get her back, Harper would kill him if anything happened to Kacey.

After a while, he became increasingly restless and told Kacey and Half-Sack both that if she needed him to grab him from the garage, deciding to get a jump on Kacey’s engine mod that Harper had gotten for her birthday. With Jax gone and the clubhouse empty, Half-Sack sat around for a while, twiddling his thumbs before deciding to restock a few things. Everything was quiet until the sudden ringing filled the empty space. Kacey heard the sound, but kept cleaning up Opie’s room; At least it was something to keep her hands and mind busy so she didn't go completely insane. When it didn't stop she threw down the basket of clothes and all but stomped out and down the hall, but by the time she reached the corner, Half-Sack had picked it up. Before he could even say ‘Hello’, Harper began screaming at him, hysterically. He blinked and said, “Harper!? Hey, it’s Half-Sack, hold o-Jesus, Kacey, alright, alright!”

The second Half-Sack said her sister’s name, she rushed at him, punching his arm trying to get the phone from him. Once he passed it to her, she shouted, “Harper!? Is that really you!?”

When she heard the laughs between her sister’s sobs, Kacey’s eyes filled with tears, relieved to hear the sound of her voice as she said, “Yes! Yes! Kacey!?”

“Where are you, Harper?! We’ll come get you!” Kacey said. Harper gave a small whimper, accompanied by a sob.

“No, don’t. I mean not here. I’m at Nico’s. We-I have to get out first.” Harper said.

“Well, you have to get out of Oakland! Where can we meet you?!” Kacey asked. She turned to Half-Sack and all but shoved him out the door as she hissed, “Get Jax!”

Half-Sack took off across the lot as Kacey continued to speak with her sister.“I-I don’t know. I-I’ll find a way to get out. Um, what-what about Lodi? Have-have Jax reach out to the Bastards. Nowhere near LKQ. I-I told Marcus about Alejandro.” Harper said. Kacey was stunned. The first night after she caught Bastien with Sara, they hightailed it out of Oakland, getting as far as Lodi before they had to stop for the night. Once Harper told Kacey who Sara was, she realized the deep shit she’d just gotten them in and they ran. While hiding in the junkyard, Nico managed to track them down and sent one of his best men after them. Alejandro decided he’d try to get some sort of justice for his brothers and attempted to rape Kacey, but Harper was smart and brought her gun in case anyone gave them trouble along their escape. One shot to the head and Alejandro dropped dead. They thought they had gotten away with it, but weren’t confident enough to leave the junkyard just yet. Unfortunately for them, Alejandro had told Nico and Bastien both where he found the girls and within a matter of hours, the sisters were on the backs of their men’s bikes, heading back to Oakland. It took a week for Nico and Bastien to figure out how to cover up Alejandro’s death, most of that week was when Harper’s beatings took place.

“Kacey?” She hadn’t realized that her sister stopped speaking, and she was so stunned by the fact Harper told Marcus, she was left speechless for a moment.

“You-You told...N-Nico didn't hurt you?!” Kacey screamed.

“No! Marcus grabbed him and they just left. Kacey, I need to leave now.” Harper said, her voice beginning to shake.

“Okay, Harp-” Jax rushed in, Half-Sack behind him and said, “Is that Harper on the phone?!”

“Yeah.” Kacey said. A wave of relief washed over Jax’ face as he sighed and said, “She’s in Oakland? If she can get out, tell her to go to the Bastards clubhouse in Lodi! Get the number and text her the address! I’m gonna call T.O.”

He turned to Half-Sack and said, “Tell anyone where we’re going and you’re dead.” Half-Sack nodded and crossed his finger over his chest, holding up both hands as Jax rushed to get his guns. As he ran down the hall, he yelled to Kacey, “Tell her!”

“Yeah, I’ll tell her, Jax! Harper?” Kacey said, returning to her sister.

“I’m still here!”

“Okay, listen. I’m going to text you. Jax said to go to the Grim Bastards clubhouse in Lodi. Just go. I’ll text you. When you get somewhere safe, check it and meet us there!” She said.

“Okay. I-I’m gonna leave now. T-T.O. knows I’m gonna be there? I’ll have to steal Nico’s bike!” Harper said.

“Harp, don’t worry! We’ll tell them! Just go!” Kacey jotted down the number for the burner she had and ripped the paper off the notepad, stuffing it into her back pocket. Reluctantly, Kacey hung up and called out, “Jax?!”

Before Jax could answer, Opie walked back in, bags in one hand and a 6 pack in the other. Looking between Half-Sack and Kacey, he said, “Um, did I miss something here?”

Kacey whirled around and said “Harper called, Jax and I are going to get her.”

Opie blinked and said, “What? Harper called? Where is she?!”

Kacey shook her head. “I can’t...I can’t tell you, it’ll be better that way for everyone in the long run.” She added.

Opie sighed and shoved the bags and 6 pack into Half-Sack’s hands, Half-Sack a little stunned before he dashed off to the kitchen to put it all away. “Kacey, you can’t just take off! What if Nico follows her? What if Bastien does?! They’ll have you both and Jax is outnumbered!”

“Just trust me, Ope!” Kacey snapped as she started for their room to grab her own pistol. “She has an opportunity, Nico is gone. We do this now, or we lose our chance, and I’m not about to let that happen!”

Opie groaned and rubbed his face as he followed her, snatching the pistol right out of her hand as she grabbed it off the desk. “Kacey. Think about this for a minute! You two going alone?! I won’t let you! We can call the Bastards to go over there, see if the Niners can get to her. You’re not going!”

“She’s going, Ope. Whether you want her to or not.” Jax said, adjusting his Kutte and holster, stepping into Opie’s room. Opie blinked at his best friend and gave a soft scoff.

“You’re okay with this? Just the two of you?” Opie asked.

“Harper has one shot at this, Opie. Either I go by myself and she trails along until she gets caught, again.” Jax said, giving Kacey a look. “Or she comes with me and I can protect her! Besides, we’re gonna put a call into T.O. I’ll make sure some of his men are on the lookout for Harper and can get her before Nico does. Ope, we’re gonna be fine.”

“He’s right, Ope, and you fuckin’ know it...Nothing anyone does is gonna stop me from getting my sister back. So you can either rat us out to Clay, or you can help by letting us take your truck...Please Opie. I’m begging you. Let me do this.” Kacey added, her expression pleading as she stared up at Opie. Opie sighed and ran a hand over his face before he cupped Kacey’s cheek and kissed her slowly. He gripped her waist, never wanting to let her go, and stared down at her, brushing her hair out of her face.

“You come back to me, Kacey. Do you hear me?” He said. Kacey smiled and nodded, pressing her forehead to his for a brief moment before Opie looked up at Jax, tossing him his keys and said, “Bring them both back, Jax. Alive, please?”

Jax caught the keys and smirked, taking a hold of Kacey’s upper arm and said, “You got it, brother.”

As he pulled Kacey out the door, she swiped her gun off the desk, sticking it in the back of her pants as they both rushed out the door, jumping into the car and flying down the street.

~

Harper managed to pick herself off the ground, next to Nico’s bike. When she realized the bike had run out of gas and it was still a ways from the Bastards clubhouse. Just up ahead was a gas station and when the bike stopped just on the other side of Interstate 5, Harper had the idea to push the bike along and gas the Softail back up. But when she realized she never stopped to swipe Nico’s cash or Sara’s credit card, everything hit her at once. The pain from her bruises and wounds slammed into her, making her legs give out. When she hit the dirt, she sobbed, every nightmare of a thought running through her mind; Nico would have found Sara by now, if she wasn’t dead, and would be hot on her tail. At any moment, headlights could come over the highway, headed right for her. She’d be taken back and there was no way Alvarez would let her live after this, especially if Sara died.

Once she let the waves upon waves of doubt and fear wash over her, she frantically text her sister; Double, triple texts, until Kacey finally wrote back.

‘We’re almost there, Harper! Hold on!’ Kacey wrote

‘Kacey, I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere! I can’t even make it to the gas station! Please hurry!’ Harper typed, her fingers flying over the buttons, hands shaking and making so many mistakes, she was afraid Kacey wouldn’t be able to read it. She leaned against the bike and steadied her breathing. Harper was never the one who was a mess. She always let Kacey be the one who became hysterical and frantic because Harper was always there to help her back up, even when she herself was afraid too. She was proud of her sister for being so strong and determined and she wanted nothing more than to have her sister by her side again and be in Jax’s arms.

Just as she let go of her fears, agreeing with herself to sit tight and wait, the revving of an engine followed by bouncing headlights came into her vision. Her eyes widened and she froze in fear. She had the thought, when she was in the midst of her fit, to just run as fast as she could and hide from whatever car pulled over. But she was in the middle of nowhere and she hadn’t passed any cars on her way there. She never thought one of her worst fears would come true and now she was frozen in place, a sitting duck for Nico, if that happened to be him. When the truck seemed like it would just fly past her, she was able to move as she sighed, relieved. But at the last second, the brakes squealed as the truck drifted into the empty field where she was. With the lights so bright in her eyes, she couldn’t see who was in the car and finally accepted her fate, positive this was Nico coming for her. She closed her eyes and waited, no doubt Nico would shoot her on sight and be done with it. As the tears streamed down her face, the lights turned off and the doors opened.

“Harper!?” Her eyes snapped open as Kacey ran to her sister, slamming herself into her, hugging her tight and sobbing. She was so stunned that she was holding her sister, that she fell apart, clinging to Kacey and sobbing along with her, slowly sliding off the bike and onto the ground. Kacey pulled away and took her sister’s damp face in her hands, looking over all the bruises that marked her face, neck, chest and arms. Kacey’s eyes welled to the point of blindness and she sobbed, “Harper, I’m so sorry…”

Harper shook her head and opened her mouth to say that it wasn’t her fault, but another hand grabbed her gently, pulling her up and holding her close, Jax’s lips finding hers in a deep kiss. Harper wrapped her arms around his neck, breaking the kiss with a sob that she couldn’t hold back. Jax pulled Kacey into the hug as the three of them stood there, holding each other as the sisters cried and Jax buried his face in Harper’s hair, silent tears trickling down his face.

Before they could break apart or do anything else, shots sounded in the air as another truck sped toward them, sliding in the dirt as it stopped. Jax pushed both girls behind him, reaching for his gun.

“Don’t even think about it, Teller!” They heard Nico shout as several other guns were cocked before they even saw the three other men get out of the truck, along with Nico.

“It’s over, Nico!” Jax shouted, holding out his arms, trying to shield the girls as best he could. Harper gripped his arm as she watched Nico get closer, his gun never leaving Jax. His men stayed near the truck. Nico laughed and said, “Not by a long shot.”

Flames soared through the air and collided with the windshield of Opie’s truck, shattering it. The trio quickly moved away, despite Nico’s orders for them to stay put. He fired a warning shot, the bullet narrowly missing Harper’s leg.

“Don’t fucking move again, Jax! Hand over the bitches and you walk out of here alive!” Nico shouted.

“Fuck you, Nico!” Kacey shouted, stepping out from behind Jax. Harper shushed her and pulled her back behind him.

“You’re not taking the girls, Nico. So forget it. Not Kacey, not Harper.” Jax said. As the men continued to argue, Jax taking a few steps away so if anything, he gets shot before the girls, Kacey secretly slipped her pistol into her sister’s hands. Harper looked at her and said, “What are you doing?”

Kacey gave her a smile, pressing the weapon into her hands and said, “One Shot.”

Harper inhaled, sharply, and nodded, biting her lip through her smile and cocked the pistol, raising it as she stepped away from her sister. When Nico’s gun shifted from Jax, he turned and said, “No! Harper, put it down!”

“No, Jax! This is so much less than he deserves!” She hissed at him. Nico laughed, bending backwards a little, he was so amused. When he finished, he sighed and said, “Are we still playing this game, baby? You don’t have the nerve. You lost it all, One Shot. You didn't take the shot then, and you won’t take it now.”

“Do you want to fucking test me, Nico? I’ve had enough of your bullshit! This ends now!” Harper shouted. Jax had backed up, keeping an arm across Kacey. If he couldn’t bring back his woman, he was going to make sure he at least brought Kacey back. He’d keep at least one promise he’d made. Nico smirked and lowered his gun.

“Baby. It’s over. Accept it.” He said, in a sickening sweet taunt.

“Accept this, bitch.” Without hesitation, Harper fired. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as the bullet left the gun and dug itself right between Nico’s eyes. His smile dropped, as did his gun, his eyes going dead before rolling into the back of his head and he slumped to the ground. Taking slow and steady breaths, Harper lowered the gun and went to him. She stared down at his body and said, “You didn't call me One Shot for nothing, my love.”

Harper looked at the other men, who stood in shock and awe that their leader laid dead before them. She raised the gun to them and said, “You all know I’m still capable to taking you out, one by one, before you even have a chance to lift your gun. Get the fuck out of here or join him.” They didn't need to be told twice. In a frenzied fury of terrified Spanish, the Mayans scrambled their way back into the truck taking off back toward Oakland. Once their tail lights were gone, with a harsh breath, Harper’s hands began to shake, the pistol dropping to the ground, and her knees buckled as she collapsed in the dirt. Jax rushed to her and pulled her away from Nico, hauling her up and holding her close. He couldn’t help but emit a light laugh as he looked down at her.

“Jesus Christ, Harper.” He breathed. Harper gave him a small smile as she struggled to breathe. All the adrenaline that went through her body within a matter of minutes left her drained and exhausted. Suddenly, 8 more shots were fired that made Jax and Harper flinch and move away, looking around. Breathing hard and standing over his body, Kacey had her gun pointed at him.

“That’s for my sister.” She spat. Kacey turned to the couple and smiled. “Can we go home now?”

Both Jax and Harper, with a mix of emotions, chuckled as Kacey headed over to them. Just before she reached them, Opie’s truck exploded, tossing the trio onto their backs. Kacey groaned and rolled onto her stomach before slowly raising up on all fours then standing. Jax gave a soft chuckle and said, “Well...This is gonna be hard to explain…”

He looked to Kacey, as she dusted herself off, and she gave him a look. Jax chuckled and sat up as he said, “At least we have you safe now, Harper...Harper?”

When Jax turned to look at her, she didn't move. Her eyes were closed and her body was limp as a ragdoll. Horrified, Jax gently laid her flat on the ground and gave her a soft shake. “Harper. Harper, look at me!” He shouted.

“Harper?!” Kacey rushed over to her as Jax quickly stood, ripping his phone out of his pocket to call T.O. “Harper? Harper, wake up! You can’t do this to me!” Kacey sobbed hysterically as she cupped her sisters face, searching for some sign that she would be ok. Her fingers drifted down to detect the faint pulse that still beat slowly.

“Listen, man, just get the fuck down here!” Jax shouted into his phone. “She’s unconscious and needs to get to a hospital!...Get down here, now, T.O.! We’re on the other side of 5 near the Love’s Gas Station! Now!”

Snapping his phone shut he turned to Kacey, hoping she’d gotten Harper to wake up.

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The steady beeping woke Harper. She slowly opened her eyes and gave a small whimper as she tried to move. Her body felt like it had been hit with a ton of bricks as she looked around. There was rustling in the corner and a brief fear shot through her as her vision was still blurred. Her memories of that night came back slowly, so she knew Nico was dead, but that didn't mean Bastien or Alvarez hadn’t snuck into her room. But as a gentle, warm hand rested on her arm, she turned and smiled, tears welling in her eyes as she whispered in relief, “Gemma.”

Gemma smiled at her and kissed her cheek. “Welcome back, baby. We were afraid we were gonna lose you there for a minute.” She said, gently sitting on the edge of the bed. Harper whimpered as she shifted, still looking around as she asked, “Where-Where am I?”

“You’re at St. Thomas, sweetheart...You’re home.” Gemma said, gently. Harper closed her eyes and sighed, tears streaming down her face. Finally, feeling came back into her body and she felt her arms wrapped in bandages and bandages on the back of her head. There were so many IVs sticking out of her arm, she could hardly move it.

“Where-Where’s Kacey? And Jax?” She asked, the EKG machine she was hooked up to rising steadily. Gemma held up a hand, trying to calm her and said, “Easy, Harper. They’re both fine. Jax is getting some coffee and Kacey’s getting checked out. She’s okay, but they’re checking her for a concussion and she has a few scrapes.”

“What about Alvarez? Gem, I-I shot Nico.” Harper said. Gemma raised an eyebrow and tilted her head as Harper added, “I killed him.”

“No shit.” Gemma said with a laugh. “I didn't know you were one of us.”

Harper sighed and said, “Gemma-”

“Calm down, Harper.” Gemma said. “Clay got a call from Alvarez. He wants a sit down. He’s found out some things and he’s talking peace. Stop worrying. Everything is fine.”

Before Harper could ask even more questions to give Gemma even more gray hairs she’d have to dye, there was a knock on the door and it opened, the doctor walking in. She glanced at Gemma then smiled at Harper as she said, “Hi. Um, I’m Margaret Murphy, I’m one of the administrators here. Your doctor is caught up on his rounds and I’m gonna take over from here.”

Gemma stood and said, “How’s she lookin’, Doc?”

“Oh, um, I’m so sorry, but I need to speak with Miss Calhoun alone.” Margaret said, giving Gemma a polite smile. Gemma scoffed and said, “She’s my daughter-in-law. Whatever you have to say to her, you can say to me.”

“Gemma.” Harper said. She turned to Harper as she said, “Can-Can you give us a minute? Please?”

Gemma glanced at the redhead before scooping up her purse and saying, “Sure, Baby.” She looked down at Harper and smiled as she added, “I’ll go check on Kacey for you.”

Harper gave her a small smile, letting Gemma give her hand a soft squeeze before she walked out. Harper gave a broken sigh and shifted as Margaret came over to her bedside. “Okay, Doc. lay-Lay it on me.” She said, her voice shaking. She didn't know why she was afraid, but if she asked to speak to her alone? It couldn’t be anything good. Margaret gave her a warm smile and said, “Well, everything is looking good, you’re beginning to heal nicely. And, um...It looks like the baby didn't suffer any trauma.”

Harper’s stomach dropped as she stared at the redhead, stunned. “I-I-I-I’m sorry. The-The what?” She managed to squeak after a while. Margaret blinked and said, “Oh, dear. You-You weren’t aware you were pregnant?”

“No.” Harper said, still trying to wrap her mind around it all. Margaret sighed and looked over her charts, double checking to see if she made a mistake. Finally, Harper said, “No, no, no, no, no. I-I can’t be pregnant. No. I-I can’t. I...I was only there for a week...And a half at most! No, I-I can’t have his baby. No, no, no, no-”

As the EKG began to beep wildly, Margaret tried her best to calm her down. “Okay, honey, shh. Miss Calhoun, I need to you relax.” She said, calmly. Harper whimpered and said, “Run-Run the tests again! I-I can’t be pregnant! You-You can’t tell this soon! It’s only been two weeks!”

“Okay, well, you can tell after two weeks, dear, but,” Margaret checked her clipboard again and said, “The tests show you’re about 8 weeks.”

Harper took a breath and looked up at her. She took a moment, trying to get her timeline straight and said, “I-I’m how far?”

Margaret smiled as she glanced at the EKG as the beeping got back to a steady pace. She looked at Harper and said, “8 weeks, dear.”

Margaret kept talking, but Harper didn't hear any of it. She was thankful she wasn’t having Nico’s child, but somehow, knowing she was carrying Jax’s made her worry even more. They had yet to have the sit down with Alvarez and that, in and of itself, was still up in the air. She just killed his nephew and stabbed his niece. Gemma said he wanted to talk peace, but for all Harper knew, it was all a ploy. Her fears had grown over the last two weeks and made her skeptical of everything. Finally, Harper resolved to at least get out of this damned hospital and she’d figure it all out then.

~

After two more days, Harper was discharged. She managed to dodge getting an ultrasound, not wanting to draw questions until she figured out how she felt about it all. Once she was back home, things soon fell back to normalcy for the next week, at least until the day came for the sit down. To the surprise of the club, Gemma and the sisters, Alvarez wanted the sit down to happen at the clubhouse. While the club was suspicious, Clay allowed it, everyone strapped and ready in case there was any funny business. Clay wouldn’t let Gemma into the Chapel, but when Alvarez requested that Harper and Kacey be present, while he was surprised, Clay obliged.

“First off, Clay, I want to say that I’m deeply sorry if any of this blew back on your club.” Alvarez started. “I’m aware that some of your members got hit during Nico and Bastien’s retaliation.”

Clay nodded, but otherwise stayed silent, letting the president speak. Alvarez looked at Harper and Kacey and continued, “Harper, I wanted to thank you.”

The comment took everyone by surprise while he said, “I believed Nico when he said that Alejandro was gunned down by a Niner. We took him at his word and we dealt out our retaliation. Had I known that you killed him trying to defend your sister and Nico covered it up, I would have been willing to let this whole thing go. And as far as what Nico, Bastien and Sara said about Sara’s assault, I believe it was mostly exaggerated because they wanted to hurt you both. I want you both to know that Bastien has been excommunicated and Sara has been disowned from my family. They both have a hit out on them if they were step foot in Oakland again, Mayan territory or not. And if they come to Charming or bother any Sons charter, Clay, let your men know that they are free to take them out, no retaliation.”

Alvarez continued, giving his apologies and making things right while the whole room sat in a stunned silence. Kacey was especially stunned as she sat beside her sister, not even sure what to say as she turned her attention to Alvarez after a minute or two as she cleared her throat awkwardly before saying, “Thank you, Marcus...really.”

Alvarez smiled and nodded his head. “It’s the least I can do. I know I’ve caused a lot of damage, especially to you, Harper. And if I had know what he was doing to you, I would have made sure you stayed with me instead.”

Harper nodded and bit her lip. “You couldn’t have know, Marcus. And even if we told you, he’s family. You don't just readily dismiss family without cause. I understand.” Harper said. Clay cleared his throat, ready to speak up and said, “We appreciate this, Marcus. We’ve been good for a while now and, hopefully, nothing will happen to change it again. And I think we all can agree that if it does, we get to the bottom of the issue, the whole truth, before any sort of punishment or retaliation is dealt out.”

“I agree. And if there’s any retaliation, on either side, unprovoked and not ordered, those who commit those crimes will be punished.” Marcus offered. Clay nodded and held his hand out to him, Alvarez shaking it. Clay banged his gavel and everyone filed out of the Chapel, a quick round of goodbyes taking place before Alvarez exited the clubhouse. Harper, Jax, Kacey and Opie following along outside. Watching as his bike pulled out of the lot and sped off, the sound of the engine fading off into the distance as the four stood there silently.

And for a brief moment, it seemed as though all their problems had faded from sight, even if only temporarily, it felt as though the weight of the world had lifted and they could breathe easy again. Breaking the silence, Opie said,“So...Who’s going to replace my truck?”

The girls snickered while Jax gave him a look, suddenly taking off through the lot, while Opie chased after him.

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Welcome To The Neighborhood Chapter 7

A/N: YO I totally forgot yesterday was Monday? But here’s chapter 7 of mine and @badwolf-in-the-impala‘s collab! Hope you guys enjoy it!

Warnings: Depictions of violence, Gun violence, angst

Words: 5,745

Moodboard by @badwolf-in-the-impala, none of the pictures are ours

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That day, Harper called in sick to work, one of the reasons she was up so early. Kacey was already set to do the same, but Harper convinced her to go to her shift at the bar and the garage. She wasn’t the one who was hurt and Kacey made her promise she’d go and see Gemma then stop by the clubhouse after her shift. Harper promised and even let Kacey take her truck to work. One Kacey left, Harper took a shower, carefully rewrapping the bandages on her hands, then made her way down the street to Gemma’s. Instead of knocking, all the adrenaline gone and her knuckles rather sore now, she rang the doorbell, causing a very confused Gemma to answer it.

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Sobre Reputation :

1. ...Ready Fot It? Abre o CD com um estrondo já nos seus primeiros segundos, de um grave tão forte que se assusta, já neste momento você sente que "o disco virou",e se 89' vinha com batidinhas oitentistas meio "As vantagens de ser invisível", Ready for it já abre o disco gritando 2017, ou até um pouco além disso. Quando a Taylor limpa a garganta pra começar o seu 'pseudo-rap' na música, ela está limpando a garganta pra começar a contar o seu lado da história, e sobre tudo o que aconteceu com ela durante o seu hiatus (Todo esse tempo que ela ficou calada), mas a música foca claramente no seu primeiro contato com Joe (seu novo namorado) e nos pergunta claramente "Vocês estão prontos pra isso?" então ela solta, como se não fosse nada "Amor, que comecem os jogos" e é assim que nós entendemos que este CD é uma metáfora de uma luta, você consegue claramente imaginar uma Taylor magricela sozinha em um ringue de box lutando contra paparazzis, jornalistas, e... bom não vou citar nomes. 2. End Game ft Ed Sheeran & Future Essa música foi pra esclarecer o shipp dos dois: Veja pra mim quando ela fala que quer ser o seu "Fim de jogo", "Primeira opção" e A-Team (que é uma música do Ed) que tem como significado "Primeira da classe" ou "Classe A", ela ao mesmo tempo também fala no pre-chorus que não quer "tocar" ele, ser mais uma ex, ou seja : ela quer ser a melhor amiga dele, ela enterrou o que aconteceu entre eles antes (pq algo aconteceu sim) e quer continuar com ele do lado dela. E ele quando fala na vez dele, ele diz como os dois tem química e se entendem (em como tudo vira música no final rs), e mesmo quando eles brigam eles conseguem ficar de boa, ele também fez as escolhas dele, e que ele tem as 4 palavras na boca da língua dele mas nunca irá dizer pra ela... >>>Pra mim essas palavras são "You wanna try me?" (Você quer tentar comigo?)<<< mas no final eles dois brincam em como a reputação dos dois os perseguem, e imaginam que louco seria se eles acabassem juntos... ela tem grandes inimigos e ele gosta das garotas más (isso foi claramente pra Ellie) mas que ‘isso’ não vai rolar. #sorrynotsorry *P.s : (EU AINDA SHIPPO, NÃO IMPORTA, SOU BEM ALICE MESMO) 3. I Did Something Bad Pessoalmente, é a minha favorita. Aqui vimos a Taylor vingativa (que sempre foi, pra quem REALMENTE conhece) começar a contar o seu lado da moeda.  Ela nunca confiou em nenhum deles the K&K&K's&T's&C's clã.  A música já começa falando sobre como ela não confia em “narcisistas” BERRO e ela confessa que nunca foi santa na história, mas se ela conta uma mentira eles contavam três (As vezes eu faço isso, não julgo), e ai vem a melhor frase desse CD pra mim:   "If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing" (Se um homem fala merda, então eu não devo a ele nada)

SE vocês não se lembram na música de West ele cita “I feel like Taylor still owes me sex” (Eu sinto como se a Taylor ainda me devesse sexo) so yup :)  Na segunda parte ela cita que também nunca confiou em “playboys”, e ao contrário do que a gente pensa, ela dá o pé na bunda primeiro por precaução, e ai vem a segunda melhor frase ou estrofe do CD : "I can feel the flames on my skin He says, "Don't throw away a good thing" But if he drops my name, then I owe him nothin' And if he spends my changeThen he had it comin" Tradução : “Eu posso sentir as chamas na minha pele, Ele diz ‘Não jogue fora uma boa oportunidade’  Mas se ele tira o meu nome, então eu não devo nada a ele E se ele GASTA O MEU TROCO, então ele teve o que merecia” e isso foi OBVIAMENTE SOBRE This is what you came for. E dai vem a TERCEIRA MELHOR PARTE ela retrata em como todos tentam "queimar as bruxas" mesmo que você  não seja uma, -algo do tipo eu posso ser má, mas não sou uma bruxa - e que eles tem os RECIBOS e as razões deles, e como ela já se queimou, ela fala "então me acenda" do estilo "Pode vir quente que eu estou fervendo"  E eu amei. RS.  4. Don’t Blame Me  Aqui parece que a Taylor finalmente aprendeu o que é o orgasmo -outros diriam amor mas eu vou dizer orgasmo mesmo-  Pra mim soa como se nenhum dos exe’s dela proporcionaram tamanho prazer a ela, ou que ela nunca se deixou entregar tanto a um ponto que ela ficou obcecada talvez, por Joe. A música é muito bem construída pois soa como uma prece para que nunca acabe (Tem aquelas vibes de igreja americana com coral), e ao mesmo tempo tem um pé no rock alternativo (Ela soa como algo como Imagine Dragons faria) .  E também entrou pro meu top fave’s do CD.  Aliás, chama na collab Imagine Dragons

5. Delicate Em Delicate ela retrata em como ela já tinha se apaixonado mas estava com medo de ele ir embora, por que era cedo de mais, ou por que a reputação dela nunca esteve tão ruim, a música fala por si, no final não tem mistério.  Só é engraçado por que ela começa a falar de bebidas aqui, e depois não para mais.  Pessoalmente achei a música a mais fraca do CD.  6. Look what you made me do Eu preciso mesmo falar dessa música? Acho que tudo sobre ela já foi esclarecido quando ela foi lançada. Eu só achei intrigante ela estar entre Delicate e So It Goes. Sempre achei que os Cd’s da Taylor são uma loucura com a seleção de ordem das músicas, me sinto numa montanha russa de sentimentos toda vez haha. Será que é TOC dela ou é proposital?  Um dia pergunto.  7. So It Goes Mais uma música sobre Joe, e seus encontros escondidos. E nos dá o local em que eles se encontraram a primeira vez : Um bar.  Fim. A música é boa entretanto 8. Gorgeous Todo mundo odiou essa música (menos eu, aparentemente), desde o começo com a filha da Blake Lively falando Gorgeous (e eu desaprendi a falar gorgeous agora só imito ela haha) ,até em como a Taylor admite que se apaixonou a primeira vista, e que ela traiu sim, ou pelo menos pensou em trair seja Tom ou Calvin, acho a música mais bem estruturada e realista do que Delicate e So It Goes, e é mais interessante também. A música mostra pra mim em como ela é humana e pode se sentir solitária -mesmo estando com alguém-, e eu gosto desse sentimento, parece que ela tá me contando um segredo, enquanto a gente tá bebendo uns bons drinks e que eu sou a melhor amiga dela.  E a música também tem um quê de ironia/sarcasmo/palhaçada e eu amei.  9. Get Away Car  Pra mim essa música é como Starlight, parece cena de filme, ou história de alguém em que a Taylor transformou em música.  Nunca saberei se é uma história verídica ou foi imaginação da Taylor, mas o fato é que tem uma das melhores composições e rimas, é bem estruturada e é engraçada (principalmente se você achar um GIF da Taylor dirigindo um carro ainda com seus cachinhos dourados gritando GO GO GO, exatamente como está escrito na música) . 10. King Of My Heart Mais uma vez Joe, e eu começo a me preocupar achando que essa menina casou escondido, e que ela tá bebendo mais que eu, o que é bastante difícil.  Não é uma música memorável entretanto. 11. Dancing With Our Hands Tied Nós voltamos para uma das melhores músicas.  Que estrutura. Que rimas. Que letra. Que breakdown. Que sentimento.  Essa música dá vontade de se apaixonar e vivenciar isso. Parece que volta aos 15 anos de idade. É A MÚSICA pra lembrar do crush.  Thank you Taylor <13 12. Dress Eu tenho a suspeita que essa é a música pro Tom.  Por que ela fala muito sobre estar rodeada de pessoas, e estar com tesão nesse crush, mas que na época o cabelo dela estava descolorido...  Isso não nos leva a essa foto? https://br.pinterest.com/pin/289215607303007789/  E a música pra mim soa como se ela tivesse usando ele, pra superar o outro, e ele sabia e eles nunca quiseram ser amigos, foi apenas um P.A. (De novo, não julgo pois já fiz isso) 13.  This is Why We Can't Have Nice Things E ai a gente volta pra o  the K&K&K's&T's&C's clã. Mas dessa vez é só pra K&K’s mesmo, bem shady, bem chiclete, como se fosse um Act 3 (Por que duas músicas aparentemente não foram suficiente) MAS TEM ALGUÉM RECLAMANDO? NA-AH OH-NO RS  Aliás, espero que vire single junto com I Did Something Bad.  Quanto mais veneno pra essa gentinha melhor, um beijo.  14. Call It What You Want Yup. Joe.  Mas eu não cansei, e vocês? Aliás quando eu ouvi essa música eu quis agradecer ele por ficar do lado dela. E de novo, não sei se sou só eu, mas dá uma vontade de namorar haha.  Poxa, tem alguém interessado ai?  15. New Year’s Day Eu juro que depois de End Game (por motivos de Ed Sheeran) esse foi o título que mais me chamou atenção e eu sabia que iria vir uma história verídica, e íntima e por algum motivo eu sabia que iria ser “acústica”.  E estupidamente, posso ser a única mas não acho que essa música fale sobre Joe, ou algum amor, ou um ex. Eu acho que ela fala sobre amizade.  Eu li que a Taylor disse que essa música não era sobre quem você beija quando dá a meia noite de ano novo, mas quem te ajuda a limpar tudo depois da festa.  E isso pode ter váarios sentidos diferentes mas eu levei no sentido friendship. E eu só queria ressaltar que mais uma vez ela falou de bebida alcoólica num CD, e que talvez no próximo ano novo ela esteja no AA’s.  Brincadeiras a parte, essa música é tipo comfort food sabe? Comida de vó? Que você se sente quentinho depois de um abraço?  E eu te pergunto como não amar?  Em resumo analítico, pra mim foi um dos melhores CD’s no ano.  Nota 4,5 Em resumo pessoal, de fã de carteirinha que está aqui a 10 anos : É sinceramente muito bom ver ela compondo sobre romance de novo, e não sobre términos. Como é bom ver quem você gosta feliz, não tem preço... nem nota haha. 

[imagineredwood]

Not technically SOA related, but do you know Carlos Santana? If so, what do you think of his music?

I do. I prefer the beats and his instrumental talent more over than some collabs he does but he's still a classic.

[bad-blood-animal]

SOA and ReZero collab, huh. Interesting.

[ceres-t4xidermy]

Não é sobre seguidores — o que muita gente não entende.

Quem me segue no Twitter já me viu reclamando de seguidores, quando não, engajamento. É normal para mim. Eu sou bocuda, então eu gosto de me expressar e, apesar dos pesares, Twitter continua sendo minha rede social favorita — é um mini-blog e eu sou uma escritora... mais ou menos.

Eu sou sozinha, filha única de uma mãe divorciada que passa, até hoje, mais tempo no trabalho que dentro de casa. Não tinha muitos amigos, e pretendo abrir isso outro dia, mas sempre tive uma mente, digamos, tagarela. Eu sempre gostei de falar, mas nunca tinha ninguém para me ouvir, então eu tinha certo hábito de falar sozinha. Até que minha avó, que eu espero nunca precisar dedicar um texto inteiro pra ela, disse que eu parecia ridícula e nunca mais o fiz. Por isso, eu escrevia.

Meus personagens sempre foram terapeutas para mim. Eu lembro de sentar com o caderno na mão, meio que em um estado meditativo, e ficar conversando com eles na minha cabeça. Kiyoshi, Carla, Fabian, Sean... Todos já me ouviram alguma vez, e todos tinham personalidades tão distintas que muitas vezes eu acabava em minha auto-reflexão-mas-nem-tão-auto-assim encontrando respostas que eu jamais encontraria, já que eles falavam sob suas próprias visões de mundo.

Os anos passaram, as redes sociais nasceram, e o Twitter surgiu em 2006, mas minha primeira conta foi em 2009. Não passei tanto tempo no site por não entender de primeira a proposta e por estar mais absorta em outras coisas na época. Eu era uma máquina de escrever! ... também não sei o que aconteceu. Acho que só em 2013 eu me tornei mais ativa, mas ainda não tão ativa. Acho que perdi o acesso à minha conta e fiz uma em 2016, que permaneceu ativa até o fim de 2020, quando fiz a que estou usando agora.

Até 2019, eu não me importava com seguidores. Quer dizer, me incomodava não sair daqueles cento e pouco, mas tudo bem. Eu não havia feito uma marca. Estava postando meus desenhos mas ainda era por postar. Um acontecimento muito bizarro (quem sabe, sabe) que eu honestamente não pretendo tão cedo abordar nesse blog por ter perdido prints e estar com preguiça de encontrar fez esses cento e pouco dobrarem em menos de 24h.

(Eu passei malzão. Não de felicidade. Mas passei mal.)

Após isso, eu entrei em um certo grupo que eu também não quero entrar em detalhes, mas era um grupo voltado para a divulgação artística e esses trezentos e pouco se tornaram mil e setenta e dois, se não me engano. Em um espaço de um ano. Do nada, meus desenhos começaram a ter engajamento... mas ainda não tanto quanto se esperava de uma conta de mil seguidores. Cheguei ao cálculo de que apenas 5% do meu público se engajava com o que eu postava e isso também me fez muito mal.

Bom, esse grupo me destratou e eu saí. Vários trolls se juntaram e me bullyinaram para fora da minha conta, fazendo piada com a minha arte, criticando sem eu ter pedido, ou sendo simplesmente grosseiros. You know what they say, don’t feed the trolls... Mas eu não tinha maturidade o suficiente na época. Não digo maturidade mental, foi mais sobre o manejo. Eu sofro de depressão e foi tudo tão de repente — como eu disse, menos de um ano eu fui de 100 para mil seguidores! — que hoje, olhando para trás, eu humildemente me arrependo de como eu manejei a situação, mas eu não estava esperando tanta gente, tampouco sabia como lidar com um público tão grande. E eu estava frustrada com a questão do engajamento e do tal grupo ter sido ingrato após eu carregar eles nas costas e sacrificar minha já pouca sanidade mental... enfim, foi um monte de fatores ao mesmo tempo, fui chamada de fresca por isso, mas só eu sei o que estava passando na minha cabeça, e o importante é que eu me perdoo.

No fim, após muita ponderação, decidi deletar a antiga conta e fazer uma nova, do zero. Se consegue mil seguidores de novo, a cabeça a gente só tem uma.

Agora, hoje, sentada em 170 seguidores, venho fazer um texto reclamando da quantidade de seguidores? Soa meio hipócrita, reconheço, mas siga comigo.

Como o título desse texto sugere, não é sobre o número, mas sim sobre o engajamento.

Durante minha jornada do ano passado com mil seguidores, precisando trazer conteúdo para tanta gente e sem entender por que raios meus seguidores despencavam tanto e o engajamento não surgia, eu fiquei tão ansiosa que eu fiz exatamente 284 desenhos (talvez 275, deve ter alguns que não contam na pasta) em um ano que só teve 365 dias. Quase um desenho por dia.

Eu fiz todos os dias do Drawtober, fiz DTIYS, fiz shitposts engraçadinhos dos meus ocs, collabs, fanarts que é algo que eu detesto! Eu fiz tudo.

E o engajamento não surgia. De mil seguidores, se eu conseguisse 20 likes era um dia de sorte. E bem menos que isso em RT.

Eu entrei em 2021 sem vontade alguma de desenhar. Porra, os seguidores estavam ali, o que estava faltando? Eu perdi o prazer de criar para uma rede social maldita. Confesso que me tornei amargurada. Mas já estou trabalhando nisso.

Eu estou cansada mentalmente. Essa coisa toda, ter que produzir e jogar no Twitter pra sequer pararem para olhar, analisar... É como uma amiga minha me disse, ilustrar hoje em dia não tem mais aquele peso. Agora qualquer garoto de 10 anos ganha um tablet e se autointitula artista, e isso sobrecarrega a classe. Não existe mais desenhar para mostrar pra mãe, agora todo mundo é ✨artista✨.

E não falo isso para ofender os artistas mais jovens, estou apenas constatando um fato. É bom que mais pessoas se interessem pelas artes visuais, mas quem realmente quer montar uma marca precisa de sorte e de contatos, e em um universo competitivo como das redes sociais acaba que muitos com potencial desistem por isso.

O ponto desse texto não é para reclamar do meu número de seguidores. É para desabafar sobre como tratamos os artistas dentro das mídias sociais. Até hoje, quando perco seguidores é porque eu não segui alguém de volta, quando eu deveria ter o direito de seguir quem me interessa. Essa cultura de seguir 50 pessoas só por ter “artista” na bio e não porque a gente gostou da ilustração, ou por ter achado alguém engraçado e interessante, por querer fazer amizade, é o que acaba frustrando muitos artistas por aí. E eu sei que eu não sou a única a pensar assim.

Muitas vezes eu posto uma arte que eu me esforcei muito e estou muito orgulhosa e levo unfollow no instante que posto. Como se a pessoa visse “putz, esqueci de dar unfollow nessa aqui”. Outras vezes eu desvio do tema de arte, porque eu tenho outros interesses, e também levo unfollow — nem precisa ser uma opinião controversa, coisa que eu tenho aos montes. Conheço “artistas” que disseram para mim que me viam como referência, que eram meus amigos, e que me deram unfollow e deixaram de engajar nos meus posts assim que bateram a marca de mil seguidores.

E, como dito, eu tenho uma mente tagarela. Eu gosto de falar o que se passa na minha cabeça quando eu bem entendo, e isso inclui minhas artes. Eu não passo horas estudando uma obra antes de desenhar, eu imagino e coloco no papel. Faz parte do meu processo, assim como falar besteira. Eu gosto de ter um cantinho para jogar qualquer piadoca besta que eu pensei, e queria não precisar me preocupar com alguém deixando de me seguir porque eu só deveria falar de arte — como já me aconteceu de falarem na minha cara isso.

Eu não ligo de verdade para o número, mas não gosto de me esforçar tanto para que ninguém veja. Eu sei o quanto do meu coração coloco em tudo do que eu faço, sei que sou bocuda, sei que gosto de conversar... e é frustrante eu colocar tanto de mim e as pessoas sequer tirarem um segundo para olhar, dar um like, ou só comentar o que acharam.

Eu gosto do que eu faço, e aos poucos estou aprendendo a separar o meu valor das minhas obras. Reconheço que tenho o problema de levar muito para o lado pessoal, e trabalho nisso todos os dias. Só que é frustrante todo esse maquinário competitivo que o Twitter se tornou. A conta é minha, afinal. Eu deveria ter o direito de me sentir segura, aceita por quem ativamente decidiu me seguir; não imaginar se os 170 que o fizeram estão esperando o momento certo para deixar de me seguir por sequer se importarem com o que eu faço por estarem ocupados competindo.

Estou exausta.

[jai-paul-blog]

Como a influência de Jai Paul se espalhou além do simples rip-off

Sabe como, no folclore, as sereias costumam cantar para puxar marinheiros para a órbita? É assim que me sinto sobre o “BTSTU” de Jai Paul (ouça acima). Começa com uma cama de estática que soa como chuva e um simples vocal em loop que é tão sedutor, é a coisa mais próxima que posso imaginar de estar perdido no mar, delirar e ouvir uma voz quase sobrenatural chamando através da escuridão, persuadindo-o ilha.

Uma vez que você tenha sido arremessado, o tom de “BTSTU” é punir - “você está perdido e você está saindo” -, ainda assim, com uma atitude que parece mais estranhamente romântica do que é absolutamente cruel. Mas, ao contrário dos antigos mitos - onde os marinheiros ficaram tão encantados com a misteriosa atração do canto da filmes online legendados grátis sereia que eles bateram seus navios na rocha - a lenda de Paulo não envolve a morte. É simplesmente uma influência vasta e de longo alcance que ainda está se espalhando hoje, introduzida com sua música de estréia.

Desde que o “BTSTU” foi lançado, primeiro como uma demonstração em 2007, depois oficialmente pela XL Recordings em 2011, ele tocou milhões. Talvez a mais famosa, foi a amostra de “Dreams Money Can Buy”, de Drake - uma faixa que se tornou uma das primeiras peças de kindling na carne do rapper canadense com Pusha T (uma rivalidade que, no mínimo, é uma herança que se estende desde há uma década até um desacordo sobre o BAPE ). Beyonce apanhada também pegou vento de "BTSTU", creditando-o em "End Of Time", embora a amostra é quase inaudível. Na parte de trás de uma música, Jai Paul foi um grande negócio.

Sua faixa de acompanhamento “Jasmim” era similarmente brilhante, se não melhor ainda. Os primeiros segundos parecem um lançamento de foguete, ou pelo menos algum tipo de grande evento estratosférico; e ainda assim os vocais são suaves, quase distantes - como se estivessem deslizando de outro cômodo. Essa maneira obscura de mixar se tornou uma das assinaturas do estilo de Paul, ao lado de guitarras funk, sidechaining e noise layering, e mais tarde, amostras enigmáticas (como esse clipe do programa teen americano Gossip Girl em “Baby Beat” ). Como "BTSTU", "Jasmine" também foi coberto e amostrado em toda parte (veja Riz MC , até Ed Sheeran ).

PROPAGANDA

Em 2013, dois anos após a XL Recordings lançar “BTSTU”, o “álbum de estreia” de Jai Paul vazou. "Para confirmar: as demos no bandcamp não foram enviadas por mim", escreveu Paul no Twitter , no que foi seu único tweet. Ainda assim, demos vazias ou não, o disco impactou. Eu estou ouvindo isso agora e ainda vai: do curta “Good Time” , através da cobertura elegante e arejada de “Crush” de Jennifer Page . E apesar de não termos ouvido nenhuma música nova oficial dele desde então, esse álbum estabeleceu as bases para duas coisas: uma gravadora de Jai Paul e seu irmão AK (que apareceu em gravações anteriores de Paul); e novos atos não relacionados que foram inspirados pelo som único de Paul.

Inicialmente, esses atos eram pouco mais do que roubos de Jai Paul, que levaram seu estilo por atacado e o reproduziram - quase 25% das coisas lançadas no Soundcloud nos anos de 2014/15/16. Mas com o tempo decorrido desde o lançamento de “BTSTU” e “Jasmine”, a influência de Paul está se espalhando de uma maneira menos explícita. Um exemplo é Nao, cujo single de estréia em 2014, "So Good", foi produzido por AK Paul. "Eu não queria soar como Jai ou AK Paul, mas usei esse som como uma influência para chegar onde eu acho que estou hoje", disse Nao em uma entrevista de 2016 com Noisey , descrevendo como ela alcançou seu autoconhecimento. descrito e muitas vezes auto-produzido som wonky-funk. Uma faixa chamada "Gabriel" do seu álbum de 2018 Saturnsenta-se em uma casa do leme semelhante aos irmãos Paul, feitos de sintetizadores funky, embora com um vocal mais claro e mais forte. Ainda mais distintivo é o elo entre esse som e as inspirações de Paul - pessoas como D'Angelo e Prince.

Quando o Instituto Paul estava em sua infância, eu conheci Jai e AK Paul em um pequeno pub no oeste de Londres. Um ato que eu estava gerenciando tinha lançado algumas músicas que tinham pegado o ouvido deles e eles queriam conversar. Muita daquela noite é um estranho sonho febril que eu não tenho certeza absoluta que aconteceu (aconteceu), mas a principal coisa que tirei foi sua visão singular. Caminhando de volta para o carro e conversando sobre música, eles falavam de sua profunda admiração por D'Angelo - ele não havia muito tempo lançado o Black Messiah e eles estavam obcecados; como ele tomou seu tempo e seu som. Sua arte pura.

PROPAGANDA

Embora as informações sobre os irmãos Paul sejam escassas, é bastante fácil traçar uma linha ligando, digamos, o baixo tenso e apertado de Chicken Grease de D'Angelo com a produção oscilante em Jasmine, o falsete solitário na estreia pessimista de Prince. faixas do álbum, a sensibilidade pop de Michael Jackson, e a glitchiness de produção de J Dilla. E se não for, essas influências estão lá em uma versão Wayback Machine do MySpace de Jai Paul . Um artista inclinado para o lado pop que está carregando aquela tocha para frente é o 1010 Benja SL, uma nova contratação para os Jovens Turcos.

Lançado este ano, a faixa 1010 de Benja SL, “Wind Up Space”, pode ser uma das músicas mais tocantes que eu já ouvi desde “BTSTU”. É uma audição bastante intensa e crua. Mas é seu EP que parece uma relação próxima com Paul - não tanto em como soa, mas em como é criado: unindo influências clássicas para criar algo novo. A faixa “Ultimaybe” é talvez o membro da família mais próximo do trabalho de Paul em termos de produção moderna, mas mais próximo de Prince e MJ. É uma audição suave e de alta octanagem que merece ser um sucesso, mesmo que possa ser um pouco de campo à esquerda para ser tocado no rádio diurno: não que isso deva importar.

O mundo alternativo é onde a influência de Paulo registrou mais. Praticamente todos os produtores que entrevistei nos últimos quatro anos que fazem o que poderia ser chamado de “música eletrônica alternativa” fazem referência a seu trabalho como uma de suas principais inspirações - e se não o fizerem, não é porque não são para ele. Nove em cada dez vezes eles disseram que não estão, então não estão rotulados. O resultado disso é que a influência de Paul se espalhou por toda parte, além do tipo de artistas que fazem música para o Soundcloud. Tome Octavian, que cobriu "Jasmine" em uma sessão para a BBC Radio 1 deste ano .

Então há Jadu Heart, um elo íntimo com Jai Paul em termos de ambigüidade - ninguém realmente sabe quem eles são, além de se esconderem atrás de máscaras. A dupla londrina assinou com a gravadora de Mura Masa (outra conexão com os Paul Brothers, tendo sido um dos primeiros artistas a se destacar com sua música “Lotus Eater” em 2014 e, mais tarde, em seu álbum de estréia, uma colaboração com AK Paul ). Mas enquanto seu trabalho anterior parecia um primo cósmico e sussurrante para Paul (mais notavelmente em Mura Masa collab "U Never Call Me"), eles se nivelaram com os seus. Lançado em outubro, "Heroin Song"é uma das faixas subestimadas do ano - uma escrita ao mesmo tempo íntima e cinematográfica, que dá a sensação de cair no ralo com uma queda de cabeça de valium. Também parece totalmente divorciado de qualquer coisa que Jai Paul tenha feito.

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E essa é a coisa… Jai Paul é, de certa forma, o Velvet Underground desta geração. Essa é talvez uma comparação óbvia, mas também é a verdade: ele não vendeu muitos discos (o álbum nunca estava à venda), mas todos que o ouviram saíram e aprenderam a produzir. Agora, cinco, seis, sete anos depois de sua estréia, sua influência está começando a ser sentida de uma maneira mais sutil - um sintetizador aqui e ali, ou na abordagem da gravação.

Quanto ao Paul Institute, eles lançaram quatro novas faixas este ano, com trabalhos de Jai e AK - confira a destruição de guitarra de AK no fundo de “Hypothalamus” de Ruthven . Mas os irmãos não são os pontos focais aqui, são os novos atos que estão trabalhando com o som de Paul que merecem a atenção. Com os irmãos supostamente comprando espaço de escritório antigo, pode-se esperar que haja um futuro em que sua gravadora estará lançando álbuns completos de um grupo de artistas diferentes, todos vagamente conectados por um som - como a Motown ou a Factory Records.

Ou quem sabe. Talvez isso não aconteça. Talvez nesta versão do mito da sereia, somos atraídos para uma vida de esperança decrescente. Eu não acho que isso importa, no entanto. A influência de Jai Paul é tão profunda - é tão perceptível quanto não é. O que é certo é que ele está impactado como ninguém nesta década.