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gross boys

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      plotting call

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i was tagged by: @padshiy​ relationship status: taken favorite color: forest green lipstick or chapstick:  nah last song i listened to: good vibrations by marky mark and the funky bunch. last movie i watched: i have no idea top three tv shows: sons, lethal weapon, and futurama,. top three characters: steve rogers, martin riggs, jax teller,   top three ships: steve/thor, martin/maureen, jax/happiness books i’m currently reading: rainbow boys, again i am tagging: @killchained @weiirdwitch @spoooder

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you should like this if you wanna plot,wanna get stuff rolling on this blog. 

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shit. i just realized what time it was and i need to go to bed but soa. 

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lethalweaponit:

ohgressfuriosa:

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just a headsup that your 'odinson' muse link leads to the wrong muse info!

     thank you! its been fixed!

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                                indie. priv. mutual’s only. |  written by abby 

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padshiy:

He hates this shit. Presses his right hand to his shoulder, presses, feels the way blood seeps out, and cusses. Exhales. Alexander told him use whatever was necessary to get in, and it might mean spills some of the Russians shit. But right now he needs to fix his shoulder.  “No shit.” He mutters to the other, fingers pressing at the wound.. “You honestly think I had wanted to end up begging a stranger to crash at their place. You just happened to have the nearest place with an unlocked door.”  He’s not lying, his bike is hidden, tucked away someplace. Hidden, better he hides everything for now. He’s got a gun in his bag, but that’s just personal protection, he always has one on him. He’s learned to have that there. 

     the whole thing makes his head hurt, its late and he doesn’t remember leaving the door unlocked, but the deal had gone south, ope was dealing with his kid, and on top of that his mother was up his ass about finding a new sitter for the boys, it was like everything that could go wrong had. a hand runs through his hair and he’s annoyed at the idea of having to hire someone to scrub the blood out of the carpet. 

     ‘  get off the carpet for godsakes. go sit at the kitchen table. don’t need you bleedin’ everywhere.  ‘  he moves to the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit. its got pain killers, needles, and anything else he’ll need to at least patch this guy up. he’s the president of an mc, not a heartless animal. 

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this is a starter call for thor. like this if you want this dork to love you. 

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can i just say that @padshiy has made my tumblr experience so good. like she’s always there when i need her and she listens. god, she’s so nice and wonderful. i can’t help but love her. she means the world to me. her bucky is just WOW the best thing. i don’t know what i’d do without her. 

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the-absolute-funniest-posts:

the first step to any murder is to have fun and be yourself

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TERRIBLE LIAR

He’s aware of that detail. Was informed by Alexander of it, he outright knows about some facts. But doesn’t disclose them, they sent him in knowing damn well what could happen to him. Slipping into the cracks, slipping into his skin is not going to be an easy thing like it had been back within his own group. But there also is the matter of another thing. The injury in his shoulder that he’s not going to outright mention. But there’s a pause.       “Someone would call the cops, if they saw me.” Not a lie, not a lie at all. He knows that with that injury someone would. He outright knows it. Despite how well it’s hidden, and the fact he’s standing here, bag half hanging on his shoulders. He’s got literally nothing on him, and the guys that Hydra crossed are still lingering around here. Shit luck really. 

     his heart lies with his sons and with the club, he doesn’t pretend otherwise. the boys means more to them then his own life and he’s sacrificed enough for the club, that it’s in him now. even at the beginning when he wanted nothing more then to walk away and go a different path. he can’t do that now, he’s stuck, he’s made too many mistakes to turn back from it now. 

     ‘  i’m still not sure why the fuck you think that’s my problem.  ‘  its not, he’s not a club member, not a friend, and definitely not a lover, why in the hell should he give a shit about some kid who broke into his house?    ‘   you’re bleeding on my carpet.  ’

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jax is extremely careful with his jacket when he can be. when he has the option. he never tosses it aside, over the back of the couch or chair, it always gets hung up when he can manage. its a thing of pride and treasure to him, now sometimes when he’s angry, he’ll just toss it aside, but more often then not it gets hung up or delicately set down. 

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B & E

Fuck. It’s words that aren’t spoken but he outright knows that nothing good is going to come out of this if he can’t convince this man. He’s not going to outright say he knows who Jax is either, that’d be a warning flag. A huge one. Even if the residents of charming know him, James isn’t from here. Anyone that looks at him would know that.   “I swear, I won’t be here more than a night. I’m just trying to find somewhere to lie low.” It’s an effort to keep the Russian accent from his tongue. It’s a real effort, he swallows, once twice, a third time.  “Listen. I’ll give you what cash I’ve got on me.” This was planned, he’s got at least two thousand on him. no one needs to know where it came from. 

     this guy thinks he’s an idiot apparently. he’s been lied too, been stabbed in the back enough times that nothing good could come of what this man’s saying. chibs keeps telling him he’s become a tiny bit paranoid, but they’ve survived because of it. well most of them have. he’s trying to do what’s best for the club, best for him, and right now this guy doesn’t seem like he’d be good for either of those things. 

       ‘  i’m not letting you sleep on my couch. i got kids, man. you can lay low somewhere else for all i care.  ‘  he shrugs out of the vest, hanging it up by the door before heading into the kitchen.  it doesn’t matter to him where the guy goes, not even the prospect of money peeks his interest. the kid looks like he’s maybe got ten dollars, if he had anymore why wouldn’t he just go stay at a hotel?  

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           @weiirdwitch

         comforting people’s always been awkward for him, he’s sure its awkward for a lot of people. steve’s an anxious guy even though he hides it rather well. he fidgets and worries, and even has attacks when he lets himself. people in general have never been his strong suit, he’s good with them, good with telling them it’s going to be okay, good at giving orders, and even decent at normal interactions. even ones like these. with her he feels like he needs to be here, needs to help.    ‘  everythings fine, wanda.  you’re safe here. ‘