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outsiderswgnfan-blog · 8 years ago

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#OutsidersWGN #FanArt #Hasil Regrann from @annbrudney - @outsiderswgn's costume department deserves an Emmy for this scene alone. -- #hasilfarrell #outsiders #outsiderswgn #sketch #digitalart #illustration - #regrann

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shamelessnews · 8 years ago

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Fan Video Spotlight on the Outsiders' Sally Ann & Hasil [vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Unless you've been living atop Shay mountain the

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kitsune-rose-blog · 4 years ago

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Home Feels Like...

Set after Season 1 Episode 4: Rubberneck

Asa had his ass handed to him. In more ways than one. The session with Gwin was a goodbye and he barely felt her rocking against him. Didn’t feel her warmth. There was no joy in it for him. And once she was done, she pulled down her dress and walked away. Never to come back. No she would be married soon. To Foster.

He didn’t feel anything at this point. No ache from his face or ribs. The night was getting cold, he knew because there were no birdsongs that night as he wandered through the woods. He went this way and that no real direction no real reason or meaning.

Asa wasn’t headed down the mountain- he was headed up. Wandering. Drinking. Farrell Wine was best this way. In his sorrow and alone.

A figure hit him suddenly sending his body flying. Instinctively he hit the ground, rolled and launched back at the unknown assailant with a barrage of wild fists searching for a target. Didn’t find one.

Instead wild laughter and a blow to the back of the head. Caused him to spill the bottle. And land face down.

“My oh my Asa Farrell. Never thought to get the upper hand like this.”

The familiarity-or maybe it was the way his face hit the dirt made his head spin. “Leda??” he spat dirt and something that felt like part of a tooth.

She crouched down and tilted her head at him. All a mess of dark twists and leaves. Her dark eyes always fascinated him. In this light and in his haze, they reflected the sunlight-gold and green flecks speckling the dark.

“Pst. U awake?”

“What the FUCK are you doin here??” he was up now, seated criss cross, hand pressed against his temple.

She sat back on her heels and tilted her head the other way- wrinkling her nose. “I said I’d always find ya before ya lost yourself dummy. I never break a promise.”

“Yea? Where were ya 8 months ago when I held a gun to my head.” He ground out.

She smiled. “See you found your way back.”

He looked at her then. She sat across from him, head still tilted. She looked exactly the same when he first met her. His first week in civilization. She had the same baggy cameo cargos, black tank top, jean jacket, black sneakers. Her hair was different. From the shaggy black and red mass to twists of different sizes. Some was tied up, some was loose. Her hat was on backwards for once.

Something about her teeth always looked feral to him. Small for her plumplicious lips. She took him in, learned his stories, got him a license, and signed him for school. Then she disappeared. Her flat was his-until he joined the military.

When he got out…life would never be the same. He was haunted…by the people he killed, by the things he did under orders. There was a void he couldn’t fill after that. couldn’t hold a job. Couldn’t sit still enough to have a stable place. He wasted what money he had on liquor, drugs and women trying to rid himself of whatever he felt.

She found him again. That or he wandered aimlessly back to her flat one night on a bender. She was the same. Hair different that time too-she had it cut short. A buzz almost. With bangs. Red and back bangs. She nursed him back to health and all. Through the withdrawals. The pains. She fed him, washed him, held him through the screams and dreams. He never thought to ask her why. Jus…

He blinked. Leda was on her feet in a defensive crouch- her eyes scanning the woods behind him. “Wha-” “Shut up, someone followed you. Drunker than you are.” She whispered.

“How does she do that?” Big Foster came out of nowhere. Drawling. The gun pointed at Leda’s chest.

Asa was up in an instant. Leda, slowly. Eyes trained on the gun. Darkening slowly.

“Foster, this here my friend-”

“No darkies should have followed you up my mountain.” Foster said matter-factly.

“Darky?!” Leda all but sputtered and moved forward to be stopped by Asa’s arm and the click from the hammer.

“I will shoot her”

“He would shoot you.” Asa muttered. “Stay behind me and listen.”

Asa moved into the line of fire and Foster cocked a grin.

“Willin to die for this girl?”

“Sure am.”

“And yer precious red head?”

“Belongs to yer son. Put the gun up, Foster.”

Asa wasn’t even tipsy anymore. He could feel Leda’s breath behind him-it was slowing down. He could practically hear her brain clicking-formulating some plan. Which would end with them both getting shot and a dead or dying Foster. Shit he wasn’t trying to explain to anyone. “The gun Foster, she ain harmin no one.”

Foster tilted the weapon instead, drunkenly trying to aim around Asa’s body. “what harm could she do? She so small-what is she a middy? They call em?”

Asa didn’t answer but stepped back. Like a shadow, Leda did too.

Big Foster ‘hmphed’ before whirling around, “Haul them back to camp boys,” he commanded.

His friends suddenly circled them. Asa groaned as Leda’s breathing stopped all together.

And now…they had to fight.

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sidewalkstv · 8 years ago

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KYLE GALLNER: the former Veronica Mars actor is joined by Outsiders costar Ryan Hurst to talk about his hit WGN America series and if he likes doing fight scenes. Watch Veronica Castro's interview on TV and online at SIDEWALKSTV.COM. #kylegallner #HasilFarrell #Outsiders #wgnamerica #wgn #outsiderswgn #actor #smallville #csiny #thefinesthours #wethotamericansummer #jennifersbody #interview #press #media #celebrity #celebrityinterview #hair #behindthescenes