#Trinity ashby

[stilinski-ortiz-dolan]

[winnie-the-monster]

[heartsbreaking-migrated]

"i didn't mean to be trailing you all," trinity explained to the woman. while she had been driving alongside the what appeared to be a full club, and she had been looking to see what club, she knew better than to get nosey around another club. she was state side on holiday, and yes, she planned to visit samcro in charming at the end, but for now she was just enjoying seeing the american southwest. she held her hands up so that she could see there wasn't anything in them. "i'm sorry! we were headed the same way."

STARTER CALL | starter for @cosmicjest / kiki *

[camisoledadparis]

THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … November 30

November 30 Holidays

1554 – Sir Philip Sidney, English courtier, soldier, and writer (d.1586); the English courtier and poet was one of the leading lights of Queen Elizabeth's court and a model of Renaissance chivalry. His Apostrophel and Stella is one of the great sonnet sequences in English and was inspired by his love for Penelope Devereaux, even though he later married Frances Walsingham. Lest one confuse Renaissance "love" and "marriage" with the modern versions, it should be pointed out that Penelope Devereaux was 12-years old when Sidney fell in love with her, and that Frances Walsingham was 14 when she was married to the 29-year-old courtier. Marriages were arranged then and not made in heaven, more a real estate transaction than a spiritual love match.

Sidney, himself, was in his teens when the Huguenot writer and diplomat Hubert Languet fell in love with him. Languet was 36 years his senior, lived with him for a time, and, when they parted, wrote passionate letters to him weekly. In his youth, Sidney was strongly attached to two young men, Fulke Greville and Edward Dyer, and wrote love verses to them both, a point not lost on gay John Addington Symonds when he wrote Sidney's biography.

Sidney died in battle at the age of 32. According to the story, while lying wounded he gave his water-bottle to another wounded soldier, saying, "Thy necessity is yet greater than mine". This became possibly the most famous story about Sir Phillip, intended to illustrate his noble character.

1624 – In the Virginia Colony, Richard Cornish was hanged for sodomy for allegedly making advances on an indentured servant, William Couse. His conviction and execution, angrily contested by his brother and others, is the first to be recorded in the American colonies. In 1993 the William and Mary Gay and Lesbian Alumni created the Richard Cornish Endowment Fund for Gay and Lesbian Resource.

1864 – Died: Major General Patrick (Ronayne) Cleburne (b.1828), who was an Irish American soldier, best known for his service in the Confederate States Army during the American Civil War. Born in County Cork, Ireland, Cleburne served in the 41st Regiment of Foot of the British Army after failing to gain entrance into Trinity College of Medicine in 1846. He emigrated to the U.S. three years later. At the beginning of the Civil War, Cleburne sided with the Confederacy. He progressed from being a private soldier in the local militia to a division commander. Cleburne participated in many successful military campaigns, especially the Battle of Stones River and the Battle of Ringgold Gap. His strategic ability gained him the nickname "Stonewall of the West".

According to Randy Shilts ("Conduct Unbecoming"), the Major General might have earned the "Stonewall" appellation for less martial reasons. According to Shilts in his bestselling Conduct Unbecoming the Major General was a 'life-long bachelor' and wrote of the great love of his life:

Cleburne's relationship with his twenty-two year old adjutant, Captain Irving Ashby Buck, drew the notice of the general's colleagues. Cleburne's biographer John Francis Maguire wrote that the general's 'attachment' to Buck 'was a very strong one' and that Buck 'for nearly two years of the war, shared Cleburne's labors during the day and his blankets at night.' Buck himself wrote that the pair were 'close and confidential. I habitually messed with him and shared his tent and often his blankets."

Prior to the campaigning season of 1864, Cleburne became engaged to Susan Tarleton of Mobile, Alabama. Their marriage was never to be, as Cleburne was killed during an ill-conceived assault (which he opposed) on Union fortifications at the Battle of Franklin, just south of Nashville, Tennessee, on November 30, 1864.

 Self-portrait

1869 – Konstantin Somov (d.1939) Russian Artist associated with the Mir iskusstva. He was the son of a curator at the Hermitage, and he attended the St Petersburg Academy of Art from 1888 to 1897, studying under the Realist painter Il'ya Repin from 1894. Somov was homosexual, like many of the World of Art members.

Sleeping Nude

In 1897 and again in 18989 he went to Paris and attended the studios of Filippo Colarossi and of Whistler. Neither the Realism of his Russian teachers nor the evanescent quality of Whistler's art was reflected for long in Somov's work. He turned instead for inspiration to the Old Masters in the Hermitage and to works of contemporary English and German artists, which he knew from visits abroad and from the art journals.

Following the Russian Revolution, he emigrated to the United States, but found the country "absolutely alien to his art" and moved to Paris. He was buried at the Sainte-Genevieve-des-Bois Cemetery.

1874 – Winston Churchill, British prime minister and statesman (d.1965). He was Britain's wartime prime minister whose courageous leadership and defiant rhetoric fortified the English during their long struggle against Hitler's Germany. "I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears, and sweat," he stated upon becoming prime minister at the beginning of the war. He called Hitler's Reich a "monstrous tyranny, never surpassed in the dark, lamentable catalogue of human crime." Following the war, he coined the term "Iron Curtain" to describe the barrier between areas in Eastern Europe under Soviet control and the free West.

In his wonderfully entertaining and informative biography of W. Somerset Maugham, Ted Morgan tells how Maugham once asked Churchill whether it was true, as the statesman's mother had claimed, that he had had affairs with other young men in his youth.

"Not true!" Churchill replied. "But I once went to bed with a man to see what it was like."

The man turned out to be musical-comedy star, Ivor Novello.

"And what was it like?" asked Maugham.

"Musical" Churchill replied.

Another famous story goes that when Winston Churchill was Prime Minister, he was woken one freezing February morning by a Downing Street aide bearing the shocking news that a male Tory MP had been caught having sex with a naked guardsman in St James’s Park.

Noting that it had been the coldest night of the winter, Churchill is said to have remarked: "Makes you proud to be British."

1900 – On this date, Oscar Wilde, Irish writer, wit and raconteur died (b.1854); Prison, after his conviction for "gross indecency," was unkind to Wilde's health and after he was released on May 19, 1897 he spent his last three years penniless, in self-imposed exile from society and artistic circles. He went under the assumed name of Sebastian Melmoth, after the famously "penetrated" Saint Sebastian and the devilish central character of Wilde's great-uncle Charles Robert Maturin's gothic novel Melmoth the Wanderer.

Nevertheless, Wilde lost no time in returning to his previous pleasures. According to Lord Alfred Douglas, Robbie Ross "dragged [him] back to homosexual practices" during the summer of 1897, which they spent together in Berneval. After his release, he also wrote the famous poem The Ballad of Reading Gaol.

Wilde spent his last years in the Hôtel d'Alsace, now known as L'Hôtel, in Paris, where he was notorious and uninhibited about enjoying the pleasures he had been denied in England. Again according to Douglas, "he was hand in glove with all the little boys on the Boulevard. He never attempted to conceal it." In a letter to Ross, Wilde laments, "Today I bade good-bye, with tears and one kiss, to the beautiful Greek boy. . . he is the nicest boy you ever introduced to me."

Just a month before his death he is quoted as saying, "My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or other of us has got to go." His moods fluctuated; Max Beerbohm relates how, a few days before Wilde's death, their mutual friend Reginald 'Reggie' Turner had found Wilde very depressed after a nightmare. "I dreamt that I had died, and was supping with the dead!" "I am sure," Turner replied, "that you must have been the life and soul of the party." Reggie Turner was one of the very few of the old circle who remained with Wilde right to the end, and was at his bedside when he died. On his deathbed he was received into the Roman Catholic church. Wilde died of cerebral meningitis on November 30, 1900.

Wilde was buried in the Cimitiere de Bagneaux outside Paris but was later moved to Père Lachaise in Paris. His tomb in Père Lachaise was designed by sculptor Sir Jacob Epstein, at the request of Robert Ross, who also asked for a small compartment to be made for his own ashes. Ross's ashes were transferred to the tomb in 1950. The numerous spots on it are lipstick traces from admirers.

The modernist angel depicted as a relief on the tomb was originally complete with male genitals. They were broken off as obscene and kept as a paperweight by a succession of Père Lachaise cemetary keepers. Their current whereabouts are unknown. In the summer of 2000, intermedia artist Leon Johnson performed a forty minute ceremony entitled Re-membering Wilde in which a commissioned silver prosthesis was installed to replace the vandalized genitals.

Note: As a general rule, this site does not list persons' death dates - unless their death was something out of the ordinary, a reason for them to be remembered, or because we don't know their date of birth. However, Oscar Wilde desreves special treatment. His name is referenced in this collection of brief biographies far more than any other person. His life, trial, and death had a world-wide effect on gay history.

1924 – San Francisco police sergeant Elliott Blackstone (d.2006) was the first police officer in the nation assigned to work with the gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender communities.

Elliott grew up in Chinook, MT. He graduated from Chinook High School (class of 1942) and immediately joined the United States Navy. He served in Naval Air in the Pacific Theater of World War II. He was honorably discharged in San Francisco, and made Northern California his home for the rest of his life.

He became a San Francisco police officer in 1949, serving until his retirement in 1975. As one of the City's ground-breaking Community Relations officers, he became the nation's first police liaison with the lesbian, gay, bi-sexual and transgender community and a tireless advocate for its individual members.

During his 26-year career with the San Francisco Police Department, Mr. Blackstone helped mend the rift between the gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender community and the police department. Before his assignment in 1962, the department's previous interaction with the community largely involved raids on bars and entrapment of gay men in bathrooms.

"He didn't see any reason why homosexuality or cross-dressing should be illegal," said Susan Stryker, a historian and scholar who directed and produced a documentary, "Screaming Queens," which tells the story of a 1966 riot at Compton's Cafeteria in San Francisco's Tenderloin neighborhood. That event sparked San Francisco's transgender rights movement. After the riot, Mr. Blackstone trained other officers on transgender issues, and he is featured throughout the documentary.

The Pride Foundation of San Francisco named him Lifetime Achievement Grand Marshal for the 2006 Gay Pride Parade.

1955 – Kevin Conroy was an American actor and voice actor (d.2022). He is best known for his voice role as the DC Comics character Batman on the 1990s Warner Bros. television show Batman: The Animated Series, as well as various other TV series and feature films in the DC animated universe.

Due to the popularity of his performance as Batman, Conroy went on to voice the character for multiple films under the DC Universe Animated Original Movies banner, the critically acclaimed Batman: Arkham video games, and in fall 2019 he will play a live action Bruce Wayne in the Arrowverse adaptation of Crisis on Infinite Earths.

Conroy was born in Westbury, New York. Conroy was born into an Irish Catholic family which moved to Westport, Connecticut when he was about 11 years old. He moved to New York City in 1973 when he earned a full scholarship to attend Juilliard's drama division, studying under actor John Houseman. While there, he roomed with Robin Williams, who was in the same group as both Conroy and Kelsey Grammer.

After graduating from Juilliard in 1978, he toured with Houseman's acting group The Acting Company, and the following year he went on the national tour of Ira Levin's Deathtrap.

Filmreference.com listed Conroy as having been married, and having a child, though an interview with The New York Times in 2016 stated that he was single. He also said that he was gay.

In the 2016 interview with The New York Times promoting the animated adaptation of The Killing Joke, Conroy revealed that he was gay. As part of DC Comics' 2022 Pride anthology, Conroy wrote "Finding Batman", a story that recounted his life and experiences as a gay man. It received critical acclaim upon release. He was married to Vaughn C. Williams at the time of his death.

Conroy made an effort to conceal his homosexuality throughout most of his career. He spoke in "Finding Batman" about the discrimination he faced once potential collaborators and employers found out about his homosexuality. Conroy has said that on multiple occasions he had been removed from consideration for acting jobs due to his sexual orientation.

1978 – Born: Clay Aiken, American singer songwriter, actor, producer and author who began his rise to fame on the second season of the television program American Idol in 2003. Rolling Stone magazine featured Aiken on the cover of their July 2003 issue. In the cover article Aiken said, "One thing I've found of people in the public eye, either you're a womanizer or you've got to be gay. Since I'm neither one of those, people are completely concerned about me." In subsequent interviews he has expressed frustration over continued questions about his sexual orientation, telling People magazine in 2006, "It doesn't matter what I say. People are going to believe what they want."

After several years of public speculation, Aiken confirmed that he is gay in a September 2008 interview with People magazine. On November 18, 2010, Clay went to Washington, D.C. at a Capitol Hill briefing talking about anti-gay bullying.

1980 – Pepe Julian Onziema is an LGBT rights activist from Uganda. In 2012, he was named a Global Citizen by the Clinton Global Initiative for his work in human rights advocacy. He began his human rights work in 2003, which has twice led to his arrest. He has since participated in organizing gay pride celebrations in Uganda.

In 2012 he was invited to the Ugandan TV show Morning Breeze to join a debate about sexual minorities and their situation in Uganda. However the interview turned into a wild dispute when suddenly Martin Ssempa stormed into the show trying to discredit Onziema, waving fruits and vegetables while shouting in both English and Luganda over the moderator. The interview itself was uploaded to the internet and sparked internet memes.

In 2013, he was shortlisted for the David Kato Vision and Voice Award, an award in honour of his slain friend and colleague, and fellow advocacy officer for Sexual Minorities Uganda, David Kato.

In 2014, he was interviewed by John Oliver on the American television series Last Week Tonight about the human rights situation for LGBT people in Uganda. Stonewall selected Onziema as Hero of the Year in 2014.

Onziema initially identified as lesbian, and now lives as a trans man. He lives in Kampala.

2006 – South Africa is the first African country to legalize same-sex marriage.

Today's Gay Wisdom: The wit of Oscar Wilde

A cynic is a man who knows the price of everything but the value of nothing.

Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.

There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating: people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing.

To lose one parent, Mr Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all.

Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.

One should absorb the colour of life, but one should never remember its details. Details are always vulgar.

The truth is rarely pure and never simple.

Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.

Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.

Illusion is the first of all pleasures.

All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.

It is better to be beautiful than to be good. But... it is better to be good than to be ugly.

There is nothing so difficult to marry as a large nose.

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.

Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is far the best ending for one.

There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.

Now that the House of Commons is trying to become useful, it does a great deal of harm.

The difference between literature and journalism is that journalism is unreadable and literature is not read.

Life imitates art far more than art imitates Life.

It's not whether you win or lose, it's how you place the blame.

The old believe everything, the middle-aged suspect everything, the young know everything.

America had often been discovered before Columbus, but it had always been hushed up.

There is no sin except stupidity.

It is only the modern that ever becomes old-fashioned.

A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?

Only the shallow know themselves.

Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.

He hadn't a single redeeming vice.

A pessimist is one who, when he has a choice of two evils, chooses both.

Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong.

[charmingkat]

@pcrfidia sent: 🔪 (from tig because this is his lot in life.)

She had disappeared from the Belfast Clubhouse mere moments after Jax's revelation -- Kellan Ashby had given Abel to "the sisters". A fucking Irish Baby Farm. And why? Because somewhere in his twisted fucked up Irish mind, it was what JT would have wanted. And who knows...maybe it was. But Kat cared very little about what JT would have wanted these days.

Ever since Trinity.

She didn't think she had been followed. Had been so careful to make sure both her brother and Opie were distracted. That Chibs had gone off with Fiona. She didn't need them trying to talk her out of this.

So when Tig found her...her found her standing over the dead body of Kellan Ashby. Hands covered in blood, clothes splattered with the same, and a knife deep in the priest's chest.

Retrieving the knife, she spit on the old man for good measure before turning to walk away. Seeing the other, she stopped short. "If you came to 'talk sense into me'...well, you're a little too late for that."

[whenmondaycomes]

Full Name: Harleigh Tia Morrow

Aliases: Princess (By Chibs & Jax)

Baby (by Jax)

Darlin' (by Jax)

Date Of Birth: October 30, 1984

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Affiliations: SAMCRO

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Partner: Floyd Gillespie (Ex Boyfriend) (Deceased)

Jackson "Jax" Teller (Boyfriend/Soulmate)

Occupation: Librarian (Part - Time)

Family: Clarence "Clay" Morrow (Father)

Unnamed Mother (Estranged)

Filip "Chibs" Telford (Father Figure)

John "JT" Teller (Father In Law) (Deceased)

Gemma Teller - Morrow (Mother In Law/Stepmother)

Thomas Teller (Brother In Law) (Deceased)

Trinity Ashby (Half Sister In Law)

Abel Teller (Stepson)

Friends: Jackson "Jax" Teller (Best Friend/Love of Life)

Harry "Opie" Winston (Best Friend)

Filip "Chibs" Telford (Best Friend/Father Figure)

Robert "Bobby Elvis" Munson

Piermont "Piney" Winston

Alexander "Tig" Trager

Juan Carlos "Juice" Ortiz

Happy Lowman

Enemies: Anyone Who Threatens Jax And The Club

Gillespie Family

Tara Knowles

Citizenship: America

Status: Alive

[nityarawal]

10/3/2023

Morning Songs

Appeal The Judicial Shutdown

Appeal The Judicial Shutdown

Appeal Closing The Government

Don't Need 45 More Days

Of Trumpleberry Greenwashing

Appeal Judicial Shutdown

We Know Your Courts

Don't Perform

We Can't Do That

We Can't Do That

Sing The Clerks

We Know Your Courts

Can't Perform

We Can't Do That

We Can't Do That

Says Insurance

We Know The Courts

Can't Perform

They Can't Do A Dissolution

Or Honor An Honest

House Appraisal

They Don't Know

Real Estate Law

So Trumpleberry

Teases Them

Says His House Is

3 Times As Large

We Want To Investigate

The Boys' Club

Who Killed Starter

Wives

It Won't Take Us 20+

Years

Like FBI

Or CIA

#FreeBritney

Citizen Journalism

Elon Wants

But Won't Give Us

Mother's Defense

Tips 

Search Engines

Or Writers Check Boxes

Authenticating

Confirming

Identities

What Have You

Given Us In Freedom

Of Speech

Courts Are Still Open

On Hold

Threatening Tortures

You're Welcome For AI

Tapings

We Wouldn't Have Agreed

At Any Price

To Model A Prototype

300 Billion To Britney

300 Billion To #Nitya4Eternity

300 Billion To Mothers'

Defense

For We Are Not 

Barbies

Models For Trans

Nor AI

300 Billion To Iranian

Women

For Their Resources

To Do What They Will

As They Please

Civilian's Autonomy

300 Billion To European

Mothers'

We're Sorry

Our Military

Attys

Raped Ukraine

For Surrogacy

It Didn't Work

Khloe Says

She'd Rather Have A

Real Baby Kardashian

It Didn't Work

Says The Harem

Our Babies Haven't

Got Our Heartbeats

You Were Right

Should Of Birthed

All Of Them

Naturally

You Were Right

Says Millions Of

Attys

Will Caitylyn Admit

You Were Right

Girls

On Kourt TV

Will Caitlyn Admit

You Were Right Girls

Men Shouldn't Be

Competing

As Boys' On Steroids

You Were Right Girls

Bows In Your Hair

Does Not A Woman 

Make

Pronouns

You Were Right Girls

Did Bruce Do His Best

For You Anyways

Everyone Loves 

A Famous Athlete

Everyone Loves A Gay Dad

You Didn't Need To Cut

Your Junk

Everyone Loves A Gay

Dad

You Didn't Need To Trans

5 Million At The Border

For Trans Defense Spies

Everyone Loves A Gay 

Dad

Even With A Beard

Trudeau

Obama

Clinton

So Many Presidents

With Indiscretions

Coming Out

Of Hiding

#PrinceOfPegging Agenda

Saphos Gave Us Courage

To Do

What Moms' Need

To 

Saphos Gave Us

Courage

Warrior Goddesses

Of Achilles Times

Saphos Gave Us Courage

Diana

Venus

Goddesses

Trinity

Saphos Gave Us

Courage

Brave Women

Citizen Journalists

Mothers Made

Their Mark

X- Activists

Thankless With #X Tips

And Much Delayed

Promises

Rewind The Junk

Give Us Our Kids

Erase The Muck

We're Not Into It

Courts Aren't Cool

Courts Never Will Be

It Wasn't Cool To

Kill Feinstein

Or Replace Her

With Another

Greenwashing 

Black Soldier

Jacqueline Jackson

Doesn't Return

Calls

New Presiding Judge

Of Riverside

Numbers

Don't Work At All

My P.D's Don't

Know What A Probate

Is- Don't Know

Real Estate Law

Felt Scammed By

Ashby Clark Sorrenson

Jay Curatolo

Said Courts Are Broken

PD Says

Courts Are Broken

Mr. Curatolo Said

Courts Are Broken

To Judge Kelly Mok

In Family Law

On The 2018

Transcripts

Courts Are Broken

Why Haven't You

Closed Them Yet

No We Don't Want

To Pay For Another

Moment Of Trumpleberry 

Crime

Free PR 

With Our Tax Dollars

Stalling

Judges Killed Over

A 1000 Parents Per Courthouse

In Your Ruling

We Won't Pay

For Your Blood Money

Or Pleas

Send My Kids

Give My Divorce

Dissolutions

Precedence

Not Another Moment

Of Vanity Pleas

Not Another Moment

Of A Moldy Dicks

Needs

If He Raped Moms

Vasectomy The 

Perps

The Cause

If He Trafficked Me

My Kids

He Must Pay

With Epstein's

Colleagues

Whole Court Army

Marines

Smactenbergers'

He Must Pay

Like Any Other Guy

We Would've Liked A

Winning Smile

From Biden Or

Kamala

Any Honest Atty Would Do

We Would've Liked Words

With Obamas'

We Would've Liked Our

Fair And Speedy 

Trials'

However Your Time

Is Up

Sanctions Weren't

Enough

To Get Honest Justice

From Judges

Or Attys

Mediation

You Need To Close

Your Moldy Courts

Stop Generating

Germ Warfare

You Need To Close

Your Moldy Courts

Full Of Germ Warfare

2 Billion Mothers

Sing In Unity

What Must Be Done

Pull Back Your

Triggers

Get To Your Needs

Stop Your Rockets

Merlin

Please

Peace 

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

[espieviolet99]

Drabble!

Just want to write something atm, because I’ve got such a keen for writing rn - which I haven’t had as strongly like this for YEARS! Used to be able to whack out fics all the time when I was 15/16.

So, I’m going for a Padraic/Patrick Telford fic. I put the name like that, because on the Wiki, it’s Padraic, and Chibs does call him Paddy - but when Father Ashby is talking to Jax after the barn (which I will be changing the canon of in this fic) he says he is sorry about ‘Patrick’, so... yee. 

I’ve noticed more of y’all are liking and stuff, so I wanted to thank you lovely folks! It’s also helping my keen for writing!!! Love ya’s!

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When Jax arrived at the airport, he groaned at the sight of his younger sister. After exchanging words with Oswald, already exacerbated by the fact his mother had jumped on board the mission, here was Max.  Max was born around the time her older brother, Thomas, died. It was one of Gemma’s saving graces whilst John was off in Belfast at the time. When she was born, there had been joke upon joke about calling the new kid ‘Max’, to rhyme with Jax. So much so, that Tig was the first to exclaim, ‘Maxine!’, when she turned out to be a girl. 

“Max, for Christ’s sake!” Jax groaned.” Why do you keep doing this?” “Don’t say I don’t help when I stowaway.” She smirked. He looked to Clay, who merely shrugged in defeat. “Let’s get going.” He sighed.

The plane ride was fairly non-eventful. Though, Juice had to keep apologising for letting the young firecracker persuade him into coming with. She always preferred to ride on the back of a Harley with one of the guys. It made her mother a bit nervous, but the girl was determined to give her a heart attack. She was currently behind Chibs, as they pulled to a stop as they finished part of their road journey to the Belfast Clubhouse.

As the men greeted each other, Max took a moment to stretch her legs out. The Belfast charter were quite surprised to see a young woman joining the party. A few of the men, including some of the SAMCRO guys, watched intently at she gave a few lunges and various stretches.

“You alright there, lass?” O’Neill asked, a little amused by the actions. “Aye.” She grinned.” Just stretching out. Else my legs and back have a moan at me.” “You must be Max Teller.” McGee spoke up. “Yip.” She nodded, moving forward to accept the hand he offered out to shake. “Keith McGee.” “Pleasure.” “Aye, but the pleasure’s all ours.” Chib’s nephew spoke up.

Max smirked a little, before they all got back on their bikes. Was all plain sailing until they hit the police. SAMBEL were quite impressed when Max showed to hold her own before they were all arrested. Gemma was pissed, and helped to crash the van. Paddy helped her out.

“What the hell was that?” Jax asked, putting a hand on his sister’s shoulder. “Welcome to Ireland.” Paddy winked.

After interrogating the remaining officers, it was then time to head to the clubhouse. Finally. This time, much to Gemma’s chagrin, she had been on the back of Padraic’s bike. As Maureen made her way over, she was stunned to see the young girl. 

“Thanks for the ride, Paddy.” Max thanked him. “No problem, love.”

Max skipped off into a run to catch up with her brother, mother and step-father to meet the two other women linked to the Belfast charter. Max was a slender girl of 5′7, maybe just under, with long purple hair. Dyed, of course. If only one could have naturally purple hair. 

It was bad enough that Gemma was seeing the resemblance in Trinity, but the Max bounced up next to her and Gemma nearly had a heart attack from seeing them stand together, so close in age. 

Over the course of the day, even Maureen struggled with seeing Max. Especially, when she and Triny seemed to get on so well. In addition, Jax and Clay were vaguely bothered to see Paddy getting so familiar with their Max. Even Chibs was conflicted, as he watched the two interact.

Max had to admit she found him pretty cute. And he, her. They partially forgot why the SAMCRO charter were here, as they laughed and conversed with one another. 

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That’s it for now - may write a 2nd part later, or tomorrow. Depends on how this is received by y’all

[enixamyram]

So I just finished reading Sons Of Anarchy: Bratva.

Spoilers for anyone who hasn’t read it yet who wants to.

So overall it was a really good book. I really liked Trinity’s character and looked forward to reading more about her even before I knew what the book was about. I also felt this book gave me a better idea of Trinity’s characters and what she was like more than I did in Season 3. I really liked seeing Trinity have her own story, as well as her own romance and I found them quite an enjoyable pair to read.

However, I have to say, the ending was a very big let down.

It just felt so rushed all of a sudden. It was like the author was doing a really good job with the whole thing and then suddenly realised he had a word limit that he was nearing. It wasn’t so much a problem with Jax and SAMNOV (their stories didn’t really need to be stretched out anymore) but it was definitely an issue with Trinity.

The whole book really lays on heavily how much she loves Oleg and how her world would shatter if she lost him. And I wouldn’t want her to become a broken hearted shell of her former self, but it just didn’t really feel like her sorrow at the end matched what it had been building up as. She seemed sad about his passing, but not really heartbroken like she had said she would be many times before.

On top of that, she is very quick to return home. I’m sure it was meant to be a couple of days, but the way it was written, it felt like a couple of hours within the big fight before Trinity was boarding a plane and heading back home. And after everything she had been through... I dunno, I got the idea that Trinity was restless and looking forward to spending some time in America. And you could say she was so heartbroken by Oleg that she just wanted to return home - but again, I just didn’t get that from the book. It seemed more like the literal author saying; right, this stories over, time to head on back.

I feel like this could have been fixed with a slightly longer summary that could have included Trinity going and spending a few days in Charming. Maybe suggest she grieved for Oleg properly there and thought over her life and the choices she wanted to make - and then realised she was homesick and missed her mother. Then we could get Jax (along with Opie, Chibs and maybe even Tara and the boys) dropping her off at the airport together.

(Admittedly, some of this is also because I would have liked to read about Tara and Trinity meeting. As well as seeing what kind of aunt Trinity would be to Abel and Thomas. They kind of teased it in the book with Tara saying she wanted to meet her but then never followed through with it, which was a let down.)

But yeah, a good book but the ending was kind of a let down with how it was written. Of course that’s just my opinion so maybe it’s just me that feels this way.

[stilinski-ortiz-dolan]

[cock-riding-giggity]

30 Day SOA Challenge - Day 18

- Least Favourite Actress -

(Idk, my reasons are flimsy, I couldn’t choose. I guess, I read Bratva and she didn’t really fit the role imo.)

[juiceortiz]

Hey. Thanks for looking after my family. 

[heartsbreaking-migrated]

NEW MUSES! lilah salazar - fandomless final girl, fc: herizon guardiola max mayfieId - freaks and geeks / str.anger things based, fc: sadie sink trinity ashby - sons of anarchy, fc: saorise ronan alysia diaz - 911, fc: melissa barrera

[imagininghim]

Chapter 25

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged! 

Warnings: violence, swearing and smut. 

Where she went Masterlist

For anyone reading Where she went

Jax and I didn’t sleep a wink last night, we thought all night on how we would approach the club about this in the morning.

Jax went to talk to the club while I went outside for a bit of fresh air.

“Aye, what are you doing out here by yourself?” I looked up to see the guy from the match last night standing there.

“Liam, right?” He nodded. “I came out for a bit of fresh air. Belfast is very beautiful in the morning.” Liam nodded before sliding on top of the picnic table with me.

“That it is.” Liam began as he slid his arm around my shoulders. “Listen, me and you should really catch a drink later. What do you say?” I took a hold of his arm and removed it from my shoulder.

“I’m very good but thanks for the offer,” I said with a fake smile, turning back to the sunrise. Liam took a hold of my wrist tightening his grip. I felt my heart race as memories of Liam rushed to my head.  

“I was just asking to be polite, I don’t expect you to say no. Now, would you like to catch a drink with me?” Before I could answer, Happy walked over to us.

“Do we have a problem here?” Liam quickly lets go of my wrist with a smile.

“Of course, not. Are we almost ready for the run?” Hap nodded still giving Liam a weary look. Liam slid off the table and walked away.

“What was that about?” Happy questioned.

“I don’t know but do you know where Jax is?” Hap nodded.

“The club, are you sure you’re alright?” I nodded again sliding off the table and hugging Hap.

“I am, thank you.” With that, I walked into the club looking for Jax. I walked in to see Jax talking to Trinity. “Jax, can I talk to you for a second?” Jax could see the panic on my face as he nodded and headed over.

“What’s wrong?” Jax questioned with a worried look on his face.

“Can we go somewhere private?” Jax nodded and took me down to our shared room. When we reached the room, Jax immediately locked the door and walked over to me.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Jax questioned as I wrapped my arms around Jax’s neck and pulled him to me, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall.

“L-Liam…” I stuttered out while Jax pulled away and brushed hair out of my face.

“Liam, your ex? Or Liam O’Neil?” Jax questioned looking at me.

“O’Neil, he grabbed my wrist and told me I had to go for a drink with him. I had flashbacks of Liam. I’m sorry that I interrupted but I needed you.” Jax pulled me into his chest as he spoke.

“Don’t worry about that. I want you to know you’re safe no matter what.” Jax let go of me and headed out of the door.

“Where are, you going?” Jax stopped midway and walked back into the room.

“I’m going to kick the living shit out of him for laying his hands on you and then I have church and then we have to go on a run.” I smiled at him, walking over and pulling his lips onto mine. We pulled away with a smile tracing our faces.

“Wait till after your run before you kick the living shit out of him because I don’t want to cause problems between the guys just as you go on your run.” Jax nodded.

“You’re probably right.”

“I usually am.” Jax chuckled at me.

“Listen, babe, I really do have to go. I’ll be back later.” I nodded with a smile. We kissed one last time before Jax walked down the hall and into the church.”

Time Skip:

It had been later in the evening when Jax and the boys arrived back. I walked out with a smile on my face to greet them when I noticed the pained looks on their faces and the blood on their clothes.

“What happened?!” I questioned in panic as I ran over to Jax.

“There was an explosion, some of the Irish sons were killed. Liam set us up, he was working with Jimmy the entire time.” I stood in shock.

“What the legit fuck?! That rat!” I yelled out as Jax stood quietly. The other club members filed themselves away while the family went to their rooms.

“Nothing…. It’s nothing.” I took a hold of Jax’s hand with a sympathetic look. I walked us over to the picnic table before taking a seat.

“What is it? You know you can tell me anything.” Jax sighed as I saw tears brim the rim of his eyes.

“When the explosion hit… I was knocked to the ground. When I was coming to I saw…” Jax stopped lighting up his cigarette and taking a long drag.

“You saw what, Jax?” I questioned again with a worried look.

“I saw… I saw my Dad.” I stopped looking at Jax in shock. Before I could answer Trinity walked out.

“Uh, (Y/N). The phones for you.” I looked at Jax with furrowed brows as I slid off the picnic table before making my way into the house. I walked over to the phone to notice no one was there.

“What the fuck?” I walked back down to the lot to only find out that Jax wasn’t even there. Nor was Trinity.” I looked over to see one of the prospects from the other charter. “Have you seen Jax or Trinity?” The prospect nodded, pointing towards the store.

“Uhm, she led him to the store,” I growled in response making my way towards the store. The door was unlocked as I pushed it open. I walked in looking around to see Gemma and Maureen standing by the cash.

“Have you seen Jax or Trinity?” Gemma and Maureen shook their heads. A bang tore us away from our thoughts. Maureen hauled out the gun from the cash. “Give it to me,” I said while Maureen looked hesitant before handing me the gun. “Get the door,” I said to Gemma. Nodding she grabbed the handle. We kept eye contact with each other, I nodded at her and she opened the door.

Revealing Jax pressed against the counter with Trinity attempting to undo his belt. I handed the gun back to Maureen before storming in there and throwing the first punch at Trinity. I then grabbed a hold of her hair and dragged her out of the store and into the lot. She screamed in pain but I just ignored it.

“All my life I’ve let sluts like you walk all over me and take him away but I’m going to let it happen again.” Trinity looked at me in shock.

“Are you nuts?!” She screamed out in her thick Irish accent. I leaned out and punched her right in her nose, hearing the cracking sound made me smile in victory. Jax pulled me off her before I could do anything else. I removed myself from Jax’s grip pulling him to my side, I glanced back at Trinity once more.

“Back off biker trash.” I took Jax’s hand and led him back to our shared room. I pushed Jax in before closing the door and locking it behind us.

“(Y/N), what has gotten into you?!” Jax questioned as I pushed him onto the bed.

“I don’t know but what I do know is, you’re mine.” I climbed on top of Jax before pressing my lips against his. Jax kissed back with the same amount of force.

I pushed his cut off his shoulders as his hands moved to the end of my shirt pushing it up and off my body. I reached between our bodies and pulled his shirt up and off him as well. I began to grind my hips into his, Jax flipped us over. Reconnecting our lips I moved my hands down his chiseled chest and down to his belt. Jax grabbed my wrist before I could go any further.

“(Y/N), are you sure about this?” He questioned. “I don’t want what happened with Hale and you to happen with me and you. I can wait.” I smiled at him.

“I am completely sure about this. Jax, every time I’m with you I feel safe. I feel protected. I have loved you since I was sixteen years old and I know you will keep me safe. So, yes I’m sure I want to go through with this.” Jax smiled before pressing his lips against mine. He released my wrist as I went back to work on his belt.

I undid his belt and jeans, pushing them down his legs while Jax did the same to me. Jax leaned down to pick up his jeans, reaching into his wallet he hauled out a condom.

“Please tell me that hasn’t been there since you were sixteen?” I questioned sarcastically. Jax pretended to be offended.

“Excuse me? Have you known, I’ve had multiple partners since I was sixteen.” I chuckled before answering.

“Oh Jesus, does that mean you might have the clap?” Jax looked at me in shock.

“Now, you’re in for it,” Jax said with a smile. Opening the condom, he rolled it down his shaft before lining it up with my entrance. “Are you sure you want to go through with this?” I nodded my head, leaning up I pressed a kiss to his lips.

“I trust you, I’m completely sure.” Jax nodded before pushing into me. I gasped at the sensation, my hands immediately found their way to Jax’s shoulder as I gripped him. Jax stopped midway while he looked at my face with pure panic and worry. We stayed like this for a few moments.

I kept repeating in my head that everything was going to be okay and that I was safe.

As if he could read my mind, Jax spoke up.

“You’re going to be okay, you’re safe and I will never let anything or anyone hurt you. I promise.” I smiled at him before leaning up and pressing my lips to his.

“Move,” I said simply, Jax nodded and began to thrust into me. I moaned at the sensation, I was very surprised at myself. I thought I was either going to have a flashback and freak out, cry or just throw up. Maybe even all the above.

Jax was gentle and caring as I needed him to be. He thrust slowly and softly, thinking if he went any faster or harder I would shatter like glass.

I looked into his crystal blue eyes with a smile.

“Faster.” I moaned into his ear as he lifted my leg to angle it wider. He began to thrust faster while I moaned into his ear. Jax thrust a little faster each time until he came to a speed we both enjoyed.

“A little harder Jax.” I moaned while he just nodded. Jax thrust faster and harder making this forgotten feeling begin to form in the pit of my stomach. It was my orgasm. I haven’t had one of these in such a long time.

I read online, that you were supposed to try masturbation to help with getting a powerful feeling but I never tried it before.

The feeling began to get stronger as my orgasm began to rise.

“J-Jax, I-I’m going to cum!” I moaned into his ear as he let go of my leg and moved his hand to my clit. He began to rub figure eights onto my clit making my orgasm hit me hard and fast. “Oh fuck! Jax, I’m cumming!” I moaned into his ear while my pussy tightened around his cock. Jax’s thrusts began to become sloppy before he thrust into me one last time before hauling out. I rolled over till I was laying on his chest.

In that moment, I felt like I conquered the world. I felt like I was on top of the world. I was proud of myself, so proud I said the three words that shouldn’t be said.

“I love you.” Jax looked at me wide-eyed.

“What?”

“What?”

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[easyobsession]

TRINITY: How are you, Jax?

JAX: I'm tired, Trinity.