#diane is fucking pissing me off tho

[a9saga]

i know i said the men on big brother 5 are pigs but after jase and scott go its honestly fine. marvin is a better guy than some of his comments about women in the first few episodes suggested, which his own mother up and said she disapproved of which i respect her for. but for real he's been quite decent and a good player. oh my god diane is pissing me off

[bakiuwu]

After a while, I've finally decided who would be what in this au (these MIGHT change depending on how I feel about it in the future also everpony isn't listed lol)

Earthponies:

Baki

Kouze

Emi

Diane

Shibakuwa

Skiorsky

Yangi

Gaia/nourma

Ando

Tobe

Muhammad Ali

Spec

Yucchiro

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Unicorns:

Tokugawa

Kurhea

Jack

Motobe

Shiba

Strydum

Dorian

Igari

Jr

Natsue

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Pegasus:

Kosho

Hanayama-peagus/alicorn?????(I'll explain in a min)

Katsumi

Katou

Sudeo

Restu (he has no feeling in his wings)

Dolye

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Alicorn(yall already know )

Yujiro

Oliva

Guv

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Horse

Pickle(I will explain)

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Musashi???????

Alright time for me to ramble about all the shit I came up with

Pickle is actually a horse, not an earthpony

Instead of him being referred to as a cavepony/earthpony, the accurate terminology for him is "Horse." Earthponies are descents of horses, The difference between the two is horses are stronger, taller, and more built while earthponies are way smaller and weaker

the term Horse was replaced with "earthponies." Due to how everyday earthponies dont share much resemblance to its ancestors so the term earthpony was invented, while Horse is used to refer to the species that came before.

Some earthponies still referred to themselves as "horses," even though they're not really horses....they're earthponies, but its very rare to hear the term used in everyday society.

Pickle's way of trying to communicate is speaking in horses vocal language,.....which is a forgotten language that no one can understand/speak, but Pickle is able to communicate with body language, which everypony is kinda able to understand

Yes, pickle is considered a carnivore. In this au, even tho I made it to were ponies,peagus, and unicorns are omnivores (this au goes against all facts of ponies/hores)

Just because some characters are peagus or unicorn, that does mean they themselves either use their magic or wings

Jack is a unicorn, but he purposely broke his horn off as a colt( just pretend that drawing i did of pony jack has a broken horn), to differentiate himself from Yujiro and to look more like an earth pony like Diane( just think of it as my one Jack au)

The reason yujrio and guverva fail to break theirs off is because alicorn horns are way stronger than a unicorns horns. The same can be said for the wings

When Yujro does his signature pose, yes, his wings do shoot out, making him look even more threatening( he hates that wings do that). Also, whenever he gets piss his wings shoot out as well

When yujiro was seeking out women to have his child, he specifically was looking for earthponies he did not want his child to be a peagus/unicorn. If baki would had come out as either(or god forbid a alicorn) he would have abandoned him on the spot

Yujiro has deep respect for earthponies, especially Pickle, due to him being a horse

Shiba has a broken horn due to being slammed in the head with a motorcycle

Retsu isn't able to use his wings, He has no feeling in his wings due to them being "dead," theres no blood flow or nerve movement in his wings, which doesn't bother him

Ok, let me explain hanyama kinda being an alicorn thing, so when hanyama was born, of course at first view, he's a peagus, but the doctor realized a werid bump in the middle of his head where a horn would be located at. After an x-ray, it was in fact a small ingrown horn.

The doctor wanted to remove it, but it turns out that if removed, it could fracture Hanyamas skull. With the risk of this happening, the doctor agreed to just leave it alone. He didn't tell his parents out of fear of Hanayamas father being the head of the Hanayama gang. Luckily, the ingrown horn never grew along with Hanyama. The bump is only noticeable if you're looking really hard at his forehead (so in a werid fucked up way being an alicorn is like a rare birth- defect)

Hanayama back tattoo also extended to his wings

Katou rides a motorcycle cause he doesn't know how to fly. He gets really defensive if you bring up his lack of flying, only doppo, sudeo,katsumi, and restu know.

Katou is afraid of heights, so there's that too

Doppo prefers walking over flying. The only time he flies is when he is taking Natsue for a lift around the city (she loves being high in the sky)

The characters who are all unicorns not use their magic for fighting, only for mundane things like holding and moving things

Using magic and your wings are prohibited in the underground arena

At times it's recommended for unicorns/peagus to cover their horns/wings because most fighters will attack thoes areas

Many peagus have gotten their wings torn off during a fight. the same goes for horns being broken

The sand of the arena is a mixture of teeth,parts of broken horns, and wing bone fragments

Most ponies walk/stand on their back legs, not everypony is able to do it, mainly only being able to doing it while fighting

Yangi is the only pony out of the convicts who stand/ walk with his back legs due to his posion hoove ( ok so I basically made up that if he was to stand/walk on all fours the posion in his hoove would travel up his leg and start to slowly infected him, so to prevent this he only walks on this two back legs) most ponies aren't able to do for a long periods of time except for yangi who had master it perfectly

Pickle also walks/stands on his back legs, which makes him even bigger

In the drawings of Musashi, he appears to be an earthpony, but when he passed, his body showed that he, in fact, had wings. He was a peagus the whole time who chose not to use his wings. This was kept a secret for years, even tho some rumor that he was a peagus, but it was always claimed as false.

Until he was clone, it came as shocked to Tokugawa and the others that he was a peagus. When asked about keeping his wings hidden, he answered that he didn't want to be viewed as having the upper hand on his enemies for being a peagus, since he didn't used them even in youth, he wished to view as an earthpony so he kept them hidden

Musashi also walks on his back legs

Ok.....that all I got for now......man, there's something wrong with me.

[mike-haters-dni]

‘SENT TO THE GULAG’ IS KILLING ME

okay yes hop has probably atoned for his sins by now and his monologue at rock bottom was really good but it still pisses me off sometimes idkk. im just waiting for the payoff of seeing him actually DO better this time😭

and exactly! the angst in s2 is like- messy- but that’s good television! it gave us a top 5 millie preformance how can i even be mad

men in stranger things are weird sometimes cuz you have to overlook their CRIMES, (i’ll be like “omg jancy!” then i REMEMBER…) it’s weird when a character is randomly at their worst for a scene or a season just to meet the story’s requirements

jopper can scream at each other all sam and diane for nostalgia in s3 but when you look at it in a larger context it’s kinda dicey. like how weird of hop to doubt her when he already knows to trust her instincts.

and also it’s just like- nobody drags him enough for me! he’s so loved- male characters can do ANYTHING kinda- so i have to get him. out of principle. and i see that hopper (and like david harbour) is too important to kill off in the show and that him and el’s relationship isn’t all lows, not even in s2. i think i’m just bitter that 1. st tiktok treats el like she was SO unreasonable in that scene>:( (i need to stop going there it makes me want to rant on tumblr) and 2. how much time was devoted to bringing him back last season like my cali boys were so neglected. :( (after 2 failed prison escape attempts i was like (why i am still looking at this insanely bruised man) so-

but yeah i need to stop typing now cause i have a million thoughts in my head about hopper and the way that he is. and the way the show treats him. (how funny is it that even the viewers can have a complicated relationship with him. maybe i’m not giving the writers enough credit in that regard)

: )

-No like, I agree 100%. We forgive but we never forget

-I have a hard time even being really mad at Jonathan for the Incident cuz like, that was such a weird ooc moment that was clearly just so the plot would happen. Like he got possessed by the spirit of the writers to do that shit. And like I can't even be mad at the writers either because like, the plot they were servicing is really fucking good? I might be the only person in the world who thinks this but I think this show is phenomenally written esp from a plot structure perspective. Near perfectly even. Like this show single-handedly instilled a sense of how to do super satisfying setup and payoff, and how to have every scene push multiple things forward, and how everything seen on screen needs to be relevant to as much as possible. Its so tightly written that its like...yeah Jonathan had to do that shit. It allowed like 3 perfectly intersecting plotlines to play out. There was no other option. And like there probably was and maybe I'm coping or whatever but like...idk it's perfect to me :) But still we forgive but we never forget. And we only forgive after they display a marked change in behavior. And we still never forget <3 (side note: remember when El dumped him and Mike ((and Lucas)) went full andrew tate for a second? That's the one thing he's ((they've)) actually ever done wrong lmaooo ((tbf they were also 13 so like)))

-Who tf is saying she was being unreasonable??? child???? traumatized??? isolated in a tiny cabin for a year?????? With Hopper?????? A cop????????? HellO?????????? Bro ppl HATE her bro this needs to stop

-I think the biggest problem with the Russia plotline is just that it's not fun? Watching Hopper get tortured in a labor camp is not fun? I came here for 80s vibes, friendship and supernatural shit and it only delivers that whenever Joyce and Murray are onscreen (who are really fantastic together tho) and once the monster finally shows up way too late into the proceedings. There should have been inklings of monster throughout to add some intrigue and let us know that this was all going to have a point that tied into the plot of Stranger Things the 80s Monster Show. But alas.

[razrbladekiss]

TYRANTS | Chapter Thirteen - 13 Beaches

WORD COUNT: too much 7.3k

WARNINGS: Jax ‘n Isla angst, general angsty shit, low-key trauma dumping but not really, some nasty smut (one lucky guy gets his dick sucked, won’t say who tho), usual SOA shit.

A/N: Sorry for falling off for a literal fucking month?? Don’t know what happened there. Anyway! To the handful of you that read and enjoy Tyrants, I hope this chapter makes up for my random absence. Xx

MASTERLIST

The hook of dusk had failed to tempt Isla, now. She had no desire to immerse herself into the blackness, nor did she wish to bask in the vibrancy of nighttime that she usually adored.

She was too cold to admire the beauty, too wound-up to focus on the stars and stratus clouds dusting across the sky above Charming as the town settled down for the evening.

Too agitated to think straight.

She had been left alone, today.

Isla had been abandoned in a heartbeat, stranded at the very epicenter of her least favorite place in town before the day had really begun. And she was pissed.

It was an irritation that could have countered rage, actually. Nothing short of pure anger because she was perpetually riding that bitter, bitter high after chastising Clay and challenging Tig because she just wanted answers.

And attaining answers—using her spellbinding charm and cogency that she had inherited from both Chibs and Diane—was what she was good at, usually.

Isla could wrap just about anybody around her little finger, scrutinize them in the kindest, most wholesome way possible, and then gut them—so very sweetly—for the information in which she had sought to collect from the very start.

Gemma had always admired the way that she had the ability to remain so poised whilst, essentially, manipulating those around her, and Jax was just glad that Isla wasn’t stupid enough to get too smug.

Because there was always that worry. With such information—power—came an almost overriding air of complacency that many often felt themselves wilt beneath. Fall victim to, perhaps.

She was not one of the few. Isla was wise enough to take notice, but even wiser not to recite whatever she had learned.

Though, with this issue, she was completely out of the loop.

Left deserted in the dark, just wondering why everybody seemed to rally around—with hidden agendas—while simultaneously declaring that they had no idea about the intricacies of the incident.

She trusted that she would become somewhat privy soon, however.

“Can I sit?” Jax asked, pointing to the empty space on the bench before her. He lifted a brow, pacing over. “Or are ‘ya gonna spend the next ten minutes chewin’ me out ‘cus you’re in a bitchy mood?”

She shrugged, mindlessly tapping ash into a beer bottle that had been left atop one of the picnic tables.

“Where’d you get to, today?”

“I took a walk.” Isla mumbled, watching embers and flecks of black fall from her cigarette. “After Unser came in and Clay sent you all on your way, I took a walk and went—“

“To get some coffee.” He finished her sentence, taking a seat opposite her. “Y’know, you’re gonna turn into a latte if you keep drinking ‘em?”

“Would you rather me drink four mugs of coffee every single day, or shoot heroin?”

His glare was piercing. Cold.

That wasn’t a flying comment that she should’ve made, and Isla recognized it the second she received yet another piqued scowl.

But she wasn’t bothered by how she was being received today. And so she strived to appear as level as possible.

“What’s your fucking problem, Isla?”

“I don’t have a fucking problem.” She upheld, stuffing the butt of her cigarette into the glass. “What makes you say that?”

He scoffed a laugh, watching her eyebrows scrunch into each other as she folded over her arms. “You’re being a bitch.”

“I’m being brushed aside.” Isla corrected. “I care about Gemma, Luann, and this club just as much as what any of you do, and I don’t know shit—“

“You know just as much as us!”

“Oh, the hell I do!” Her palms smacked against the hardwood as she stood.

Isla’s elbows shook, going almost completely limp trying to hold her weight so suddenly.

“Unser strolled in and Clay kicked me out! You all left the hospital and nobody told me what was going on! I was stranded—“

“You were not stranded.” Jax remained calm, also getting to his feet. Hoping to pace over and soothe her, perhaps.

But she was boiling over. Dripping molten lava. And Jackson Teller would’ve been a fucking idiot to even try to get a hold of her.

She was just like Gemma in that respect. Fiery.

“I was on my own.” She defended. “Tig left with Ope—Tig was my fucking ride, Jax. And then dad went with Bobby, Juice, and Sack as soon as you left. Which meant that I was stranded—“

“Tara was there.”

Isla sneered. “Tara was with your mother.”

“She could’ve taken you back when they were finished—“

“Jax, this isn’t just about me not getting a ride home from the hospital.” More subdued, she let out. “This is about me being left in the dark whenever something happens to this club.”

“But you’re not a member.”

His riposte came too hastily, for her liking. It seemed as though it’d been perpetually dancing along the tip of his tongue, desperate to leap off and hit her square in the face at any given moment.

And it did. It stung a little bit, too.

“I know that I’m not a member, and I don’t care about that. It’s just…” Isla sighed, winding her arms around her torso.

Jax’s features stiffened, somehow recognizing what she was about to proclaim. “It’s just what?”

“Difficult.”

“How?”

“Y’know. Everyone ‘round here—whether it be crows or old ladies—has somebody that tells them about the club ‘n what goes on when something like this happens.”

Opening up to her best friend had never felt this arduous before. Isla was always able to speak freely and happily with Jax about anything.

But they seldom discussed the issues that mattered, now.

“Gemma has Clay, she has you. You both tell her everything. Same with Tara. Hell, even the same with Unser most times.”

Jax scoffed, pulling a carton of reds from the pocket of his kutte.

“I’m family too, Jackson. I’ve known you since I was six years old, and I feel like the older I’m getting the more I’m becoming ostracized from everyone around me.”

“You’re not being ostracized.”

“I’m not being included in anything, that’s for sure. You, Juice, and my old man always used to tell me what went on but it’s like I don’t matter anymore—“

“Bullshit!” He spat, feeling an overriding rage rise from the fissures of his chest. “You matter more than most people around here, and you know that. You know that if it came down to it, nobody would hesitate with taking a fucking bullet for you, Isla.”

That much was true, but it certainly didn’t feel that way anymore.

“And I’m sure that it feels shitty sometimes not being told every last damn detail. And I can empathize with that. But, trust me when I say, we do this to protect you—“

“But you tell Tara everything!” Isla squeaked, heeding just how jealous she appeared to be.

Envy wasn’t an emotion that she felt all too often. It wasn’t fervid enough to dominate her thoughts, nor was it really able to even prickle atop the surface.

But, with this, she was unable to deny the covetousness in which she had started to possess.

She didn’t like this side of herself.

“We don’t talk anymore, Jax. Not since Tara came back—“

“And you’re blaming her for being left out?” Agitated, he asked.

Partially, she decided that his qualm held an uncomfortable throb of truth. The tiniest morsel of tangibility because she was, essentially, blaming Tara Knowles for getting hurled aside.

But it wasn’t wholly what she had tried to elucidate. And, really, that was what had hurt her so badly.

Jax had assumed that Isla was gradually morphing into his mother—looking for another party to blame for her unbending misery, her anger and compunction, when she was partly at fault for her own feelings.

“What is it with you men and putting fucking words in my mouth?! You and Tig are the same—“

“We are not the fucking same!” Jax barked. Defensive.

She snarled.

“I’m serious, Isla. Don’t fuckin’ say that to me again.”

“What’s so bad about him?”

“Isla.” He warned, clenching his jaw. “Don’t.”

“Jesus, Jax. What the hell is wrong with what I just said—“

“Leave it!”

At the look of sheer malice plastered on his face, Isla took a step back as he teetered toward a miniature outburst, pointing viciously in her face. She swallowed thickly, fighting back the urge to cry.

Seeing Jax that way—because of her—was bone-chilling, almost. He had the propensity to be terrifying when he set his mind to it.

“I’m not blaming Tara.” She conceded, hoping to flip the topic of conversation from Tig.

Because she had obviously struck several nerves, hadn’t she?

“I’m not blaming anybody, Jax. I’m just saying that we haven’t really talked, and I don’t know what’s going on with you—with the club—anymore. That’s all.”

Still riding the crashing wave—still seething—Jax’s chest simply heaved as Isla had managed to cool herself off. Somehow.

She didn’t know how carefully she should have tread around him, after that. Whether addressing the elephant in the room was the most appropriate conversation starter, or letting his rage dwindle before broaching the topic.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you, either.” He added, plummeting down from that improbable high. “Tig said that you’ve been highly-strung all day. Exploded on him and Chibs.”

Isla’s breathing steadied, now. Once he had mentioned the sergeant at arms without a visible flicker of revulsion, she was put at ease.

And, then, she felt awful. Knowing that Tig cared enough—felt enough—about the way she had spoken to him, to even think about uttering his thoughts to Jax, made her feel shitty.

“Nothing’s going on with me, not really.” Isla lied, turning her head when the clubhouse door creaked open and Sack strolled out. “It’s just been a shitty day, and tensions were high at the hospital. That’s all.”

Unconvinced, Jax hummed.

“What happened earlier?”

“Mayans.” He told her, sighing out. “They hijacked the meet with the Niners, started shooting at us, and Bobby got hit in the shoulder.”

Isla cringed, gritting her teeth as she hissed.

“The bullet went straight through, though. He’s lucky.”

“Jesus Christ.” She muttered underneath her breath, glad that she hadn’t been inside of the clubhouse when Tara had been tasked with patching him up.

And though the doctor being back on the scene meant that she didn’t really have much of a purpose around the club, she was remarkably thankful that she was no longer lumbered with such taxing tasks.

It felt nice to take a backseat, but she worried that her family would refrain from enlisting her, from now on.

As they had already started to do, actually.

“I’m gonna head in.” She cleared her throat, stepping away from the table. “See Gemma ‘n apologize to, like, three of the guys for being an asshole today.”

Jax nodded with a small, sly smirk. “You might wanna start with Tig.”

Isla quirked a brow.

“Y’know, considering he’s your ride.” He stated nonchalantly. Her cheeks flushed crimson.

His words held more truth than he would ever know.

“And he’s miserable as fuck in there.”

“He is?”

“He is.” Jax gestured to the door with one hand as it was pulled open again. A crow stepped out, aiming to rid the picnic tables of bottles and bowls. “So is Chibs. So is Clay.”

“So, like, everyone I’ve been with today?”

She snorted a laugh when he nodded and urged her to head inside.

Mainly to save himself the stress of another turbulent conversation with her, but he couldn’t bear to watch the sadness sail over her face any longer.

She was too vibrant, too beautiful and buoyant to be so perennially miserable around the people that she adored the most.

Though, with the scene that she would be greeted with after strolling into the bar, her inner affliction would hardly cease to be.

“Fucking hell.” Isla whispered to herself, loathing the uncharacteristic melancholy that had seemingly absorbed the space tonight.

It was uncomfortable. It was dark and dreary, and she wanted nothing more than to turn around and start her walk home.

But Tig had seized her wrist as she stood completely still a few paces from the doorway, unable to move for fear of disturbing whatever silence had enveloped the Clubhouse.

“Where’ve you been?” Almost concerned, he asked.

“Outside.” Isla mumbled, feeling her eyes well up the longer he held onto her. “I was, uh, outside with Jax. But before that I took a walk.”

He didn’t say anything, then. Tig didn’t know what to say—much like this morning—and so he simply wound an arm around her, and set a sweet kiss against the soft skin of her temple.

Tremulous and emotional, Isla nestled into his hold as he shifted to accommodate the position that she wished to take up.

Both arms snaked around his midsection, her cheek fell flush to his sternum—almost forgetting where she was.

“I’m so sorry for today.”

“Don’t be, it’s fine.” He crooned, tracing his fingers over the pink cotton of her cardigan. He smiled a little bit, taking extra care so that his rings didn’t get caught in the fine knit.

Isla held tightly onto him, taking in both his warmth and licentious scent—that was merely some cheap cologne.

But it was his. And it made her heart race.

“Just glad you’re alright.”

“I’m alright.” Her promise was dulcet, subdued as she looked up at him with a faded blush still stippling over the apples of her cheeks. “Are you?”

He nodded, taking a few more moments to visually validate his retort. Isla wilted beneath his gaze, slowly pulling herself away but allowing him to scrutinize her sun-kissed features.

And she did the same, then.

She watched his beautifully weathered complexion gently contort as he focused on a different point of her face, basking in the thrill of being appreciated by another person.

Admiration—from a man that wasn’t her father or Jax—had been a thing of the past for her. A foreign concept that she hadn’t been bestowed with for many a year, but something she most certainly lauded.

She was relishing in it, actually. Completely shamelessly reveling in the attention that she had amassed because Isla couldn’t remember the last time she had been looked at in such a way.

Of course, she had been lusted over. She had received more lecherous glances and comments than what she’d care to acknowledge, but genuine attention was hard to come by.

But now—with Tig—Isla felt different.

The boundless void had been filled. It had been packed tightly with the purest, most thrilling of thoughts and feelings, and she was delighted.

It might’ve been a casual fling—a risky rendezvous between Chibs’s daughter and a man who could never be tamed—but it was fun.

It was new, it was exciting, and Isla didn’t see the harm in enjoying herself with Tig.

But it felt wrong to say that she had been on top of the world over the last couple of weeks. Especially when so much misery, so much heartache and misfortune had ensued for those around her.

Isla wished that she could’ve inflicted her family’s suffering onto those that deserved to hurt—to be punished—in such a way.

Starting with Gemma and her visible, tangible agony.

The agony that was certainly depleting her from inside out, breaking through muscle and bone until the hurt was evident, strewn over her painfully pensive features.

To see the matriarchal figure—a woman whose reputation laid within the realms of incessant resilience—be so downtrodden, so very broken, was heart-rendering to say the very least.

Isla struggled to steal a glance.

It was gut-wrenching enough to so much as look in her fucking direction, now. As Isla and Tig carefully made their way from the front door, passing Tara applying the finishing touches to Bobby’s bandaged shoulder, she didn’t know where to focus her attention.

Because Gemma’s face—beaten and bruised—had already been etched into her memory and her heart ached at the sight.

And it wasn’t even her own pain. It wasn’t her own issue—she wasn’t privy to what had happened, nor did she particularly have the right to be torn-up over it—and that was possibly what maimed Isla the most.

Knowing that she wasn’t able to do anything to heal the ache. Because she didn’t know how to, really.

“You still need a ride home tonight?” Tig’s qualm hardly raised above a whisper, striving to be more of a soothing aid as opposed to a licentious assertion.

“Please.” She confirmed, watching Gemma duck out from the bar.

Isla knew exactly where it was that she was headed.

The place that granted a sense of solitude to whoever sought it out. The spot—above the clubhouse, above their beautifully wistful town—that both Isla and Jax had lauded for the longest time.

And she knew, she understood, just why Gemma had decided to retreat to the roof during a time of such bitter uncertainty.

She needed the peace. She craved the calm and moment of tranquility before Clay and Jax went into this—whatever it might’ve actually been—all guns blazing.

Isla’s heart thumped within the fissures of her chest, beating caustically against the polished metal of her favorite crucifix as she raised her head and looked to Tig.

“Can we leave?” She asked, not wanting to get entangled with any more trouble tonight. “You don’t have to yet, but…”

And she didn’t have to elucidate her thoughts, her very valid reasoning for wishing to flee the most miserable bar on earth, for him to understand that this was no place for her today.

“Even if we don’t head back to my place straight away.” Isla added, second-guessing her proposal with every passing second of silence.

But he quirked a brow, then. Tig produced a small smile too.

“What are you saying?”

Isla shrugged. “It’s a nice night. It’d be a shame to waste it, is what I mean.”

“So, what?” Tig asked, winding an arm around her. “You wanna go for a ride?”

She blushed when his tone turned more sultry, than anything. Probably unintentionally, with every syllable Tig spoke, an almost wicked rhythm bled through his words and right into Isla’s fucking veins. Killing off any ounce of composure she might’ve been clinging to.

“Something like that, yeah.” She added, watching Chibs and Juice take their respective seats on one of the couches from her peripheral vision.

As bad as she felt for snapping, she was somewhat glad that nobody had jumped down her throat and coerced her into a half-assed apology that, really, she wasn’t sure she’d ever mean.

Well, aside from Jax. Who had, now, vanished.

Isla simply assumed that he’d followed his mother out. She smiled at the thought. It was sweet.

“Where d’ya wanna go?” Tig asked, grounding her immediately. “To get a coffee, or something?”

A kind gesture, she thought. But it was almost ten, now. She wanted to unwind, to release some pent-up tension, not ricochet off of the fucking walls of her bedroom.

“I was thinking about something a little cooler.” Cryptically, she retorted.

Tig’s eyebrows knitted together, though he had already pointed toward the passage back to the lot. Hoping to give instruction without being heard, or even seen, by anyone around them.

“Ice cream?” Confused, he asked as he padded alongside her. He grabbed the door before she had the chance to seize the handle and pull it too viciously, too fast, and hit herself with it.

She mumbled her gratitude, striving to stifle the blush that’d started to blister over her cheeks at his mindless act of chivalry.

“You want ice cream, is that what you’re hinting at?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say ‘no’ to ice cream. But I meant, like, maybe we should go to the beach—“

“You wanna take a walk along the beach?” It was teasing now, as opposed to seductive. More deriding than anything.

Isla’s lips contorted into a frown when he fished around his kutte pocket for his bike keys, and started to walk ahead a little bit.

“What’s wrong with that?” Defensively, she asked. “I haven’t been to the beach in so long, and I think we both need to get some fresh air. Sea breeze, whatever.”

She had the propensity to get twitchy. To display that flicker of fierceness that Gemma had trained her to host. And Tig was obsessed with it. Obsessed with the way that she was so easily able to flip that internal switch and thrust herself into another demeanour entirely.

He produced a jeering smirk, letting her know that he didn’t have an issue.

“You’re an asshole.” Isla laughed softly, shoving at his shoulder. “I really thought that you were gonna tell me that the beach was a shitty idea.”

“Never a shitty idea.” He promised, rounding his bike and grabbing a helmet for her. “Beach sex is never a shitty idea.”

She snorted, taking it from him. “I don’t remember saying that you were gonna get laid tonight.”

“I think you did last night.”

“And that was almost twenty-four hours ago.” Smartly, she stated. Isla fastened the strap beneath her chin and smiled. “I might’ve changed my mind, now—“

“No way.” Tig’s face fell. “You can’t do that.”

“I could.” She added, waiting for him to take his position on the bike. “I won’t, but I absolutely could.”

“And I could leave your ass here.”

“But you won’t.” Isla affixed both hands to the peaks of his shoulders when he straddled his bike, and she did the same.

“No, I won’t.” Tig growled, revving the engine of his Harley a couple of times.

The rumble, the eroitic, completely harmonious din of that damn engine sent an almost stifling heat straight to her core. She sighed, longing to feel his touch, longing to feel his deft fingertips glide over the supple skin of her thighs and straight into her warmth.

Being fastened to the back of his bike—legs spread over the taught leather—was just as orgasmic, she thought. An oddly satisfying, oddly lewd zeal ripped through her like wildfire as the wind had started to whip through her hair.

She would’ve said that the breeze taking to those long, loose curls was almost able to contest the sheer rush of Tig’s ringed fingers winding around each strand as he pulled from the root and pounded into her.

Isla swallowed dryly, being too entangled with her prurient daydream—or just dream, now—to realize that her mouth had been tilted open the entire time.

She smacked her lips together a few times consecutively, hoping to restore some morsel of moisture before they dismounted the motorcycle and Tig dove straight in for a kiss. Like he always did.

Despite residing in California—a state with which beaches came by the dozen—neither ever seemed to go out of their way to take a trip, a short stroll, toward the ocean. Not even the boardwalks that spanned, what seemed to be, miles.

Isla adored the breeze, the shells and plethora of aesthetically appeasing rocks that lined the golden sands, and the sheer smell of the salty air. She had always been the same, always had a certain affinity to the waves and sea life, but she feared that this might’ve been a bad idea.

Because beaches—walks along the beach—had traditionally morphed into a place in which romance blossomed, a route that lovers took to hand-in-hand for some alone time.

And, really, she wasn’t opposed to the idea of walking alongside Tig Trager while he held onto her, making the most of the luminous evening. But she didn’t know if he was particularly into it.

The romance thing, specifically.

Though, he was a soft-touch beneath the harsh exterior and Sergeant at Arms patch.

“You gonna be warm enough with just that cardigan out here?” He asked over his shoulder, letting the engine die out completely before urging her to dismount. “You don’t wanna go back ‘n get a jacket?”

“I’m fine.” Isla promised with a smile, pulling her left leg over to hop off onto the right side of the gravel. “Wish I went to get my bathing suit, though. Tonight is perfect for a swim, I think.”

Tig hummed indifferently, not understanding why she would want to take a dip in such cold fucking conditions. Not even he was that insane.

“Could always go skinny dipping.” He mused, reaching for the tiny loops on the back of her jeans as she tried to wander away. Tig pulled her backward until her ass collided with his belt buckle, feeling the metal press its way into his stomach.

“And come away with a public indecency charge?” Isla asked, unimpressed. “That might be your thing, Tiggy, but it sure as shit ain’t mine.”

“Nah.” He snaked his arm around her waist, wordlessly encouraging her to rest her head against the brawny muscle of his left bicep. “You just haven’t been with the right person. Stripping down to your bare bones is a damn hoot.”

“A hoot?” She chuckled. “You sound like—“

“Don’t say Gemma.”

“I was gonna say an old man.” He cringed when she said that, silently wishing that Isla had mentioned Clay’s old lady instead.

“Gee, thanks babe.”

“You’re welcome.” She stated through a soft laugh, pressing a hand to his chest. “You’re a hot old guy, though. Like, you fuck like you’re thirty—“

“You’re just diggin’ your own grave, Isla.”

The pair laughed, then. She realized that Tig was simply pulling her leg.

Truthfully, he didn’t really care. Not when he learned pretty early on that Isla meant absolutely no harm by anything that she might’ve said to somebody. And, when she did have intent to hurt some feelings, she expressed her resentment in different ways.

“Speaking of digging graves, I talked to Clay.”

She grimaced, waiting for the verbal beat-down. She knew that this evening was too good to be true.

“What’d he say?” Isla asked, watching her feet as they made their way across the boardwalk instead of making any form of eye-contact. “That he’s mad at me? That I need to keep my nose outta club business ‘cus I’m not even a member?”

Tig blinked at her. Despite refusing to look upward, she could practically sense the confusion painting his face.

“Sorry, I just assumed that he would’ve felt that way because Jax certainly fuckin’ did.”

“Jax said that?” Galled that the Vice President would even entertain saying such a thing to a woman like Isla—somebody that simply wanted the best for those around her—he asked.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter ‘cus we talked it out. He’s just in a shitty mood today. Understandably.”

He grunted.

“Enough about him.” Finally, she raised her gaze. She satisfied his line of sight, glowing crimson when she realized that he had been watching her this entire time. “What’d Clay have to say?”

Tig rubbed his lips together.

“Was it bad?” Isla quizzed, diverting her focus back to the ground as they stepped off the wooden slats and onto the sand.

“Oh, no. It wasn’t bad. It was just about you. Y’know, your job and whatnot—“

“My job?” Morbidly alarmed, she raised. “You told him that I quit my job?”

“Well, I didn’t tell him.”

Isla stilled in the sand, feeling her heart sink.

“Chibs said—“

“Fuck what my father has to say.” She blurted. “Does Gem know?”

Tig’s head shook. “Only Clay. And maybe Jax.”

She wasn’t able to pinpoint just why her family finding out about her most recent endeavor was so humiliating. Maybe it was the thought of them thinking less of her for what she did, or maybe she feared that she would suddenly become weak in their eyes.

Feeble, perhaps.

“Look, Isla. This ain’t a big deal.” He promised softly, hoping to release all tension from her svelte frame. “Clay just said that if you need it, there’s a place for you at TM.”

“I know. Gem always said that. But…”

“But you don’t wanna answer to her more than what you already do. I know. But it’s a job, baby. It's a job at a place that you know like the back of your damn hand, you know everyone so you don’t gotta learn nothin’, and you’ll be closer to your dad, to Jax—“

“To you.” She finished his list the same way that he had planned to, earning a shit-eating grin. “We’d probably have more time together.”

He hummed, resting his head atop hers as they walked toward a cluster of stones and rock pools.

“And, like I said, you don’t need to figure anything out ‘cus you’ve been hanging ‘round the place for, like, twenty years.”

“And I’m just really smart and intuitive anyway.”

Tig snorted a laugh.

“It’s true.” Isla upheld, pulling away so that she could take a seat on one of the rocks.

She fastened her palms to the flat-top stone, and used every ounce of upper body strength that she could muster to hoist herself upwards.

“I’m a nice person, I’m pretty strong, and I could give you guys haircuts ‘n shit whenever you need them.”

“This is true.” Tig agreed with a small nod, joining her. “But if you think for a second that I’m gonna sit back and watch you put your hands in some other guy’s hair, then you’ve got another thing comin’.”

“Sounds like someone’s jealous of a completely hypothetical situation.” She taunted, swinging her legs off the side of the rock.

They weren’t high up at all. Tig’s feet touched the ground, but she was shorter than him. He didn’t realise just how much shorter she was, until that point.

“Not jealous. Just wary.”

“Of me shaving Juice’s head every once in a while?”

At that, he started to chuckle. Heartily.

“It’s what I’m good at, honey. I like cutting hair and trimming old men’s beards.” Isla ran her thumb along his chin, ghosting underneath his bottom lip.

“Are you saying you want the facial hair gone?”

“Absolutely not.” Offended, she put down. “I would never say such a thing. I love it.”

Tig curled a hand around her wrist—still perpetually hovering over his face—and smiled. She withered against him, lauding that he was so gentle, so tender and soft when he put his skin close to hers.

Even if it was just their hands.

“I think you’re the only girl that has ever said that to me.”

“Girl?”

“Woman.” He corrected himself, pulling her closer. She draped her legs over his, then. “You’re the only woman that has ever told me she loves the facial hair.”

“I find that ridiculously hard to believe. It’s so sexy.”

His shoulders shrugged as he just smiled.

Isla’s eyebrows furrowed together. “Which bitch said that she didn’t like it? D’ya think I could take her?”

“Jesus, babe.” Tig snorted a laugh, unable to control himself.

The mere thought of Isla fighting another woman was insane to him. She wasn’t a fighter, by any means. He wasn’t even sure that she’d ever hit somebody, before.

“It was, uh, an ex.”

She sensed by his tone of voice that it might’ve been a touchy subject, then. Something she shouldn’t have roused, but she was interested in whatever he was willing to say.

“Colleen?”

“Nah. Fiona.” He sounded completely defeated. Forlorn.

But the name made Isla recoil. It made her feel uncomfortable. Like the sheer memory of that woman—despite being a completely different being to who Tig was referring to—had managed to churn her fucking insides.

“It was before I got patched. She was my old lady, y’know? So I cared about what she had to say.” He chuckled, holding onto her that bit firmer, now. “She hated the hair, so I shaved it.”

“Why’d she hate it?”

“Didn’t like the way it felt, or something. But I loved her, so I listened.”

“But if she loved you, then she’d have let you keep it.” Isla mused sadly.

“Yeah, well.” Mindlessly he muttered. “Didn’t have to worry ‘bout her for long, anyway.”

He started to stiffen. Went completely rigid beneath the denim legs draped over his thighs, and Isla’s heart had started to pulsate wildly.

Tig was an open book, for the most part. But there were pages and excerpts of his past that he was reluctant to share. Reluctant to even ponder about, sometimes.

But, with Isla, this—like everything—just felt different.

“She died.”

“Tig…”

“It was my fault.” He continued, disregarding the way that Isla wanted to soothe him.

The way that she needed to soothe him. To tell him that he didn’t have to continue, to tell her anything that he didn’t feel comfortable with.

“We were ridin’ along the I-5 one night. Goin’ too fast—what’s new?” He chuckled humorlessly, tracing circles over her spine. “But, uh, but then I lost control of that damn FXR and crashed it. Next thing I knew, Fiona was laying on the other side of the road. Blood everywhere.”

“Jesus Christ, Tig. I’m so sorry.” She brushed her fingers over the back of his neck when he turned his head to look at her, noticing the sadness filter through his traditionally unbothered expression.

“It’s alright. This shit happens.”

“But that’s so…That’s traumatic.” Isla reasoned with him. “Nobody should have to see that.”

“You’re right, but I was askin’ for it. Getting on that bike after a couple beers, jaded, going 95 in a 70. That was on me.”

She stayed silent. Because he was right, it was on him.

It was just hard to digest.

“Fi was pregnant, too.”

Her heart sank.

“Oh my God.” Isla gasped. She felt tears brewing almost instantly. “Did you know before she died?”

“God, no. If I knew that, I’d never have let her get on the damn thing.” He reassured, hating how he had the propensity to ruin every moment.

But he didn’t. Isla didn’t think that he ruined anything.

“It was just bittersweet. ‘Cus pretty soon after, I was patched in. ‘N she would’ve been so happy to see that.”

With saturated hues, she blinked at him. Forcing a smile when he didn’t seem to host any morsel of sadness.

“But this was some thirty years ago, Isla. This was before you were even a fuckin’ thought.”

“Gee, thanks babe.” She repeated his earlier retort with a chuckle, letting him run his thumb beneath her eyes. “Sometimes I forget that you had a whole other life before I knew you.”

“Wife, kids, dogs. All that shit.”

“And look at you now. Screwin’ your buddy’s daughter.”

If her laugh hadn’t been so infectious—so beautifully fucking infectious—Tig might’ve taken offense to what she had said.

“I’m not actually screwin’ her, ‘cus she’s refusing to put out for me. So…”

“I am doing so such fucking thing!” Isla squeaked. “I just don’t wanna have sex on this beach. What if someone sees us?”

Tig shrugged. But, he gestured to the borderline morbidly sparse coastline. Not a single soul littered the sand, nor did animals. And the only sounds that echoed through the caverns, just so happened to be the crashing of waves against the shore.

It was quite peaceful, actually.

“Nobody’s here.” He whispered, kissing licentiously across her neck. “Nobody’ll see us, doll.”

She moaned.

She moaned and wriggled beneath his grip, before she had the most hypersexual idea that she might’ve conjured up.

Ever.

“Get off.” Isla pushed at his chest, pulling her legs from his lap.

“What? Why?” He complied, suddenly feeling cold without her blanketing his frame. “Did I do something wrong?”

Her head shook as she slid off the rock and let her feet hit the sand with a soft thud.

“Unbuckle your belt.” She commanded, shrugging her cardigan off to reveal two freckled shoulders. “Please—“

“Oh, you don’t have to ask me twice.”

Isla giggled to herself as she heard the metal snap against the rock, inciting a swarm of butterflies to attack her insides.

She put the cardigan on the ground, kneeling atop the pink cotton. She hummed, watching him—through long, thick lashes—fumble with the zip of his jeans.

“And here’s me thinking that you had self respect.”

“Not a single shred.” Seductively, she retorted.

Tig leaned over to seize the back of her neck, planting a kiss against Isla’s forehead as her hands dove straight into his pants.

“Christ.” He grunted, taking her hair into his fist while she started to curl her dainty fingers around his cock. “This your plan all along?”

“Yup.”

He snickered. “Sneaky little gash, ain’t ‘ya?”

Isla blushed, though she refused to let his comment throw her off. She was determined to make Tig fall apart that same way he had her. Time after fucking time.

“Not sneaky. Just smart.”

“And sexy.”

“Oh, yeah. Very sexy.” She agreed, leaning over—eyes still locked on his—to press a kiss against his happy trail.

He almost came then and there, at her demure touch.

“And good with my mouth.” Isla added just to see him squirm. “Actually, I’ve been told that I’m really good with my mouth. Like, I’m amazing at giving head.”

“Yeah?” Her tongue ran over her lips, a hazy smile tugging at the corners. “You gonna prove that one?”

“Maybe.” She pushed her thumb over his slit, slowly pulling his prick away from the confines of his underwear.

Her eyes lit up.

“You Catholic girls are dirty as fuck.”

“Remember what I told you. Gotta give the big man a worthwhile show.”

Tig groaned, feeling his pulse quicken the closer that her lips got to his cock.

And, before he was able to form another somewhat coherent thought, Isla was pumping her hand along his shaft with wide, lustful eyes.

“The more I think about it, the more I don’t hate the idea of someone seeing this.” She mentioned casually, spitting on the head. “It’s pretty hot, seeing a guy get his soul sucked right out of his cock.”

He couldn’t believe how fucking vulgar she was. She was so sweet, so honorable by nature. But equally as ravenous. Her desire for debauchery, for sex was blinding.

Tig was addicted to it.

“It’s so big. I don’t know if I’ll be able to take the whole thing without gagging.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself.” He kneaded his fingers into the crown of her head, sucking in a deep breath.

Because Isla had started to swirl her tongue around him, now. She was taking her time with licking away the droplets of precum, working him between her fingers with her eyes screwed shut and ass almost completely in the air.

His breathing was labored, stuttering the more she rolled her tongue or flicked her eyes upward to see if he was enjoying himself.

And he was. A lot.

“Fuck, Isla.” He dragged his curse out, tugging at her hair the further her lips traveled toward the base of his cock.

She moaned.

The harder he tugged, pulled, yanked, the more she felt herself whimper. And he felt it, too. It reverberated through his entire fucking body and it urged him to raise his hips.

Isla gagged, she choked around him and Tig couldn’t help the guttural moan that had slipped into the cool air.

“You’re gonna make me cum fast if you keep making those pretty little noises.”

She made another choking sound, feeling his cock twitch inside of her mouth. Isla smiled, too, lauding the thrill of watching him try to hold himself together.

He had an almost shocking lack of self-discipline, self-restraint, for a man whose position in his club saw him standing beside the president.

But, in this instance, Isla didn’t seem to mind that. She liked it, actually.

Seeing him throw his head backward—a hand twined into her curls while he mindlessly bucked his hips upward a few times—was a sight so insanely erotic, Isla, herself, struggled to refrain from orgasming.

But then, she decided that pleasuring herself wasn’t too bad an idea, actually.

“Babe—fuck—I don’t know if I’m gonna last long if you start feelin’ yourself up.”

With her lips wrapped around his cock, cheeks hollowed out, Isla looked upward to discern the sheer worry sailing over his face.

But she took immense pleasure in that, immediately taking her left hand and dipping it into her jeans. Pushing her panties aside, Isla began to paw at her clit at the same pace that she was sucking him.

“This is the hottest thing I have ever fucking seen.”

She had a mixture of spit and cum trailing from her lips, down her chin, onto her chest, and she just smiled at him.

It was hazy, completely spent, but it was so fucking divine.

And the scene around her, too, was just as incredible. Tig didn’t think that he’d be getting blown on the beach, tonight. Though, he wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

“I’m real close, are you?”

Her head dove down, eyes screwed shut, and he, completely selfishly, started to thrust his hips upward. Hard.

She gagged when the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, two watery hues instantly exposed to him as she gasped and fucking choked.

Her breathing was strangled, though she didn’t care to quit what she was doing. It was pleasing her, afterall.

But she took her hand from her stifling heat, and let it resume its position around the base of his cock.

Because seeing him fall apart—feeling his release hit like a ton of bricks—was enough. And she didn’t need that helping hand to finish, now.

With mascara streaming from her waterline, right the way down her cheeks, Isla’s head bobbed viciously in order to get Tig to reach the end.

But she feared that she would’ve fucking died if she didn’t take a breath soon, and so she released him from her mouth with a pop.

“I’m sorry, I thought I was gonna pass out.” She chuckled, though her hand was still fastened to him, stroking his cock. “How do you feel?”

“Amazing.” Tig murmured, feeling himself twitch beneath her skin. “So fuckin’ good—you were right. You’re amazing at giving head.”

With a sense of pride, she beamed. Though, with Tig’s cum hot and wet against her chin, she wasn’t sure that she looked as great as she felt.

“You play your cards right, and I’ll do this more often.” Isla told him, waiting for him to soften in her palm. “I’ll get on my hands and knees in front of you, completely naked, and I’ll give you a blowjob whenever you want me to, babe.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh. Yeah.” Each syllable was punctuated with an almost brutal pump of her hand, urging him to just say fuck it and let himself go.

And it wasn’t long before he did just that, actually.

“I’m gonna—“

Isla silenced him, letting her lips take the place of her hand once more. Just so she could catch every last fucking drop of his seed as it spilled out of him, and onto her tongue.

“Holy shit.” He held onto the back of her head, watching her swallow each ounce without reluctance or hesitation.

“How was it?” She asked, pulling herself up. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, using her other to pull the cardigan from the sand.

Tig was simply awestruck, fixing himself up.

“I’ve never been blown like that before.” He confirmed, once again pulling her closer by the loops attached to her jeans. “And I don’t think anyone will ever be able to blow me like that again.”

“Good.” Isla put her hands on his shoulders. “‘Cus I’m not willing to let you go ‘n find out if another bitch can take you that well.”

“Possessive much?”

“Absolutely.” She grabbed the front placket of his shirt with one hand, the other still attached to the leather. “You’re mine, Trager.”

[magtitude]

21 -- 30 Chris headcanons from my old blog/s under the cut. watch out tho bc it’s a long post. additional cw for mention of disordered eating, mention of disordered sleeping, mention of self-neglect.

21. Chris is Not Good at dealing with confrontation. Any time he’s more-or-less forced into dealing with it ( think that scene where he & Mike are frogmarching Josh to the shed, and the conversation there – not always as extreme, but it’s a point of reference I guess ), he just feels so uncomfy, why can’t it be over already.

And even when he does find his footing there, and has a burst of anger, he ends up feeling like shit afterwards.

22. Chris loves dogs. All of ‘em. His favourites are beagels, rottweilers, bull terriers, staffordshire bull terriers, pugs ( even tho they have health problems due to breeding :( ), and basset hounds!

23. Chris’ mum, Angela, is the Straight Friend.

24. Chris carries around a metric ton of biro pens.

24a. Because he’s biromantic LOL.

25. At some point in the future, Chris adopts a golden retriever, called Ylva, when she’s 3, and a staffordshire terrier, called Petra, when she’s still a young pup ( about 20 weeks and after getting to know her so she’s comfortable with him when he brings her home ). He also adopts a german shepherd called Johan when he’s a year and a half.

26. “How Chris deals with ( his own ) anger!!”

Shortly: Not well.

He doesn’t often let himself vent, even when he thinks that he’s probably allowed to ( regardless of whether someone else has it worse ), so his frustration tends to build and boil over, almost entirely verbal.

This usually ends up being directed at his mother or his aunt, who have their own issues with anger ( and other emotions ), and, usually, only when they’ve done something to really piss him off, i.e. constant nagging/fussing/complaining about Ryan ( his dad ) from Angela, fighting with each other ( Angela and Diane don’t have a great relationship themselves ). He’d take out his frustrations on Ryan, if he could.

An incredibly sore point of argument would be Josh, both before the mountain ( by at least a year or so ), and especially after the mountain, even more especially if he survives, whether wendigo’d or human.

Very rarely does he blow up at or around his friends.

After he’s had his moment of anger, he feels incredibly guilty, knowing ( or at least telling himself he knows ) that the person doesn’t deserve to be his target of anger ( everyone except Ryan, fuck that guy ).

He has, once, hacked into his highschool’s database as petty revenge after a classroom ridiculing by his English teacher ( this included announcements, several teachers emails ). He was almost expelled for it.

27. “What is your mother's personality like?”

Ah. Well.

She’s… kinda hard to describe, because she’s kinda… she’s– it’s not bad, but she’s all over the place.

She’s, uh, bubbly. That’s the first thing people notice about her. Very friendly, over-friendly sometimes. And cuddly. Friendly, cuddly, over-familiar. … I don’t think she had many friends as a kid.

… Uh, anyway–

She can be kinda… sometimes she’s very… not controlling, but she has an idea of how things are gonna go and they have to be just so.

And when she’s angry, she is angry. Everybody knows about it and she doesn’t really care. But that’s only with my dad and my aunt.

… She’s a really good story-teller. Used to tell me all sorts of stories when I was a kid. She tells stories to Ruth, now. Sometimes I listen in.

… That’s not quite ‘personality’ but it’s… it’s important.

28. Postmountain, Chris’ temper will start to get out of control, moreso around his mother and aunt. More arguments with them, more sly and deep-cutting digs ( taking jabs at his mother at her mistakes as a young adult, potshots at Diane’s emotional constipation ). Certainly more vocal, and more likely to instigate it rather than responding to them.

Depending on how bad things get, he’ll probably end up couch-surfing between friends, if he can; there’ll be a point where Diane changes the locks on her apartment door, effectively saying that Chris ( and by extension, Angela ) are no longer welcome.

He’ll try to keep a rein on it around the other survivors, unless he feels ( appropriately ) provoked. He’ll, at most, be a little snippy ( again, unless provoked ).

29. Post-mountain, Chris has an increased drive to prove himself.

To prove that he is reliable, to prove that he cares, and he does this by checking up on the other survivors ( assuming there are any ) – often by showing up at their house, or inviting them over, offering company if they want it, trying to be A Good & Caring Friend that he failed to be to Josh in the year between ( even if Josh pushed him away, he still sees himself as a Bad Friend ).

And in the meantime, he neglects himself, tells himself he doesn’t need nor deserve sleep, or food, because everyone else needs care first. “Everyone else but me” sort of mentality.

30. He’s a prick. Sometimes.

[bartsugsy]

Who are you most supportive of in this SL? Aaron or Robert? (your answer doesn't mean you hate the other one i know you love them both but i get confused as to which way you lean sometimes lo, it confuuuuses meeeeee)

I’ve literally never been more proud at reading a message, honestly anon. Which way do I lean? We’ll never know 😌👌🏼

(Mostly bc I lean as many ways as I can lean)

I support Aaron for getting away and doing what’s best for his mental health and for trying to be as strong as possible for himself after seeing that if he stuck around any longer something terrible would happen

and I support Robert for being the codependent nutjob I fell in love with and also for being utterly fucking heartbreaking because he’s so damn in love with his husband and also for telling Doug his best friend was a vegetable

and I support Vic for yelling at and laughing at Robert after he yelled at her bc siblings lmao and then for helping him clean up and recognising the fact that he’s genuinely struggling anyway

and I support Adam for sticking by and staying loyal to Aaron’s choices and wellbeing

and I support Diane for trying to be kind and gentle even though Robert responds terribly to soft advice when he’s in that sort of mood

and I support Charity for taking the piss out of Robert bc that is their relationship through and through but it makes me sad that Robert isn’t even slightly in the right headspace to give back just as good, like he usually would

and I support Rebecca I guess for doing whatever it is she’s doing - she seems to be the only person who got what she wanted out of this

(If what she was doing was purposefully ruining Robert’s life then I would support her the most out of all of them bc he deserves it)

(If she’s not then whatever I guess)

(I would support her not allowing him to manipulate her again is2g ill scream if I have to watch it happen one more time wHAT IS IT GOING TO TAKE)

I also support Robert reverting back to 2015 Robert and going off the deep end

And I support Aaron eventually pulling him back out of that pls because he can’t stay that way

And I support the show continuing to give us Robert’s POV because I think that sympathetic look at him is gonna be necessary

But I would also support the show giving us more of Aaron’s point of view because I want to see him struggling with being apart from Robert and heartbroken too and I think that’s vital to the story - because Aaron’s story rn feels very brain vs heart - his brain knows this is for the best but his heart just wants to chill with his husband

Whereas Robert’s story is all emotion which is why he’s gonna end up getting himself in trouble like he just wants Aaron to be happy and he thinks that that means being away from him so he suffocating under all this guilt for everything (the stuff that is his fault AND the stuff that’s not at all) plus he misses his husband a fuck load, like, just has no idea what to do without Aaron and is just like… in that stage of a break up where you’re completely useless lmao and I love that that’s what we’re seeing

I would support someone stepping in and being on Robert’s side because Robert actually does need someone to talk to, very much so, and I support!!! Making that person!!! Vic!!!!

I support the obvious soapy drama that comes from making that person also Rebecca tho lmao

Also I support all the confusing spoilers we have for the next few weeks because I’m genuinely super excited for everything that’s coming up

Yeah I support it all 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

But not Paddy bc he’s forgotten Aaron exists so

[norman-reedus-gossip-mod]

Bulk... last one

Anon:I don’t think NR himself had to delete any hate comments (while filimg at the same time…). The (5 or 6) accounts hating on his IG were created solely to slander him. They got called out by a lot of people, they got reported by people like me for spamming and harassement. And the IG support deleted them rather quickly within hours so of course their posts were deleted, too.

Anon:I can’t help but think everyone wtf-ing over what’s going on with NR and DK is so similar to what happened when NR got with CS. Everyone was totally confused then too because he was spending as much time as possible with her while simultaneously denying her existence. I’m seeing a pattern here.

Anon:Since I’m new to all this “gossip”, I have a question about this anon in your bulk, “Sadly he is still in his fwb with her and the other lady who we won’t name out of respect even tho he wants more with her” OK, fwb is DK, but who is the other lady? Is it an old g/f? I’m so lost, help. ~~mod~~ not sure. try one of the blind gossip site its probably something to do with a reveled blind.

Anon:This is for the fans who comment “don’t assume things, let them have privacy, he has to keep quiet to protect her”. Read this carefully. It is FACT, not speculation, that DK pays paps and tabloids for those pics and articles. The pic of her leaving NYC was set up, down to her accessories. And the Barcelona pap pic. They could easily have privacy, just dont tip off the paps! She clearly wants to go public, he doesn’t. So NR fans worried about his privacy should take it up with Diane!

Anon:Wow, for fans of NR you all sure don’t give him credit for being a loyal friend. You think he will dump her just because a handful of hateful fans are hurt? What kind of friend would that be? And I will never get how you all KNOW she paid for the pap shots. Did you see the receipt for the job? Someone got lucky and sold those shots to TMZ. That’s all. Why don’t you let him have a life? She may not be someone who you would pick but you didn’t. He did.

Anon:I understand nobody on this blog likes to believe blinds but the truth is they have all been right all along and today they are saying DK was allowed to Spain on a drunk upset promise from Norman if she did not call the paps. She broke that promise. Apparently she 100% called the paps and there is stuff the source cannot reveal at the moment but something big went down.~~mod~~ its not that I or we don’t believe , it just something they are right, sometimes wrong, made completely up or is a combo of all of them. just like any gossip site. Grain of salt.

Anon:Hi mod, i have a question!! Daily Mail also published some DK pictures in Barcelona. Do you think she paid them?~~mod~~ possible or they picked it up from Just Jared.

Anon:I know your bulk post is already gonna be a little crazy, but the one thing I find odd is this. DK and N were seen like once together last year, if they’ve been hiding a secret relationship, wouldn’t there be more photographic proof? If they are doing the hippity dippity, it’s got to be a recent development. Am I extremely naive for thinking this?~~mod~~ not naïve at all. everyone has their own take on what they thing is going on based on what we can see

Anon:This poor guy will NEVER be able to have any kind of normal relationship with anyone. Most of these rabid fans, deep down, are shitting bricks BECAUSE THEY think they will one day have some random chance with NR. Seriously..what the fuck other reason is there? He doesn’t owe anyone one fucking bit of explanation. You DO NOT KNOW THE MAN AND WILL NEVER ON A PERSONAL LEVEL. No wonder he takes Cookie with him everywhere. Some of you sound fucking dangerous. I don’t blame him.

Anon:NR and DK have been spotted together more and more frequently in the past few months. Do you think it’s on purpose? As in their way to test the waters and see how people will react to their relationship? Or do you think they are just recently starting to see each other more often and becoming closer?

Anonymous said: DK may be awesome, she may be a b***h. I don’t know, but I do think NR is disrespecting her. She dated JJ. This isn’t her first time around the block. She gets the internet hate, it’s not new to her. She is worth more than Norman. She hasn’t hid her previous relationships. Why now? To protect NR? Ridiculous. She is hiding her idenity in a hoodie? He needs to man up and accept her. He’s not that famous. I say this as a Norman fan, but also as a woman.~~mod~~ fair point

Anon: Going through the comments on all the sites posting NR & DK fiasco.. the one consistency is that N is a drinker, has to be carried out of bars and this is as early as last summer. Lots of mean posts about his looks and hygiene and his love of the younger women at cons. I know he’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I’ve never seen this much hate that isn’t in connection with the whole affair (or whatever it is). Makes me sad.

Anon:I dunno about this. I don’t think Norman is lying. I don’t think he would put out an official statement saying they were just friends if he were going to be immediately caught in that being a lie just two weeks later. I can’t explain her behavior but unless they officially come out I don’t know if this is anything other than a publicity stunt going horribly wrong.

Anon: In which galaxy is it a bad thing to remove abusive posts from your own sm accounts? The entitlement is strong in these people. They want access to his private life, they want to dictate his private life, they want their abusive messages all over his sm. Jesus. They need to back away from their keyboards because this isn’t normal behavior. Its very ironic as they’re the ones saying he’s a terrible person yet they are spouting threats and abuse and having obsessive and intrusive behaviors.

Anon: Honestly, the reason N won’t admit to a relationship is because his ego is as big as his bank account. All the little girls will stop liking him and he’ll have no fans. Stop being a pussy Norman, own up to it and maybe you’ll gain respect because you were honest!

Anon: When Norman is silent on the DK situation he gets berated by “fans” saying he needs to man up and stop trying to hide. When he does speak up and his reps say they are just friends he gets accused of being a liar and trying to deceive fans. If he came out and said they were in a romantic relationship he would be dragged for having a bad taste in women and be called a fool and a cheat. He literally cannot win. There is no outcome that would make these “fans” happy. I feel so sorry for Norman.

sissibr69 : What did you want him to say in the press release? I like this girl and to have sex with her, who is also wanting, but at that moment we do not want to, or we can not have a commitment and we continue to have sex and see what will happen ….?You do not say that in a press release, you could only say they were just friends. If he had done that, he would have been unkind and mean to her.Normam Reedus likes so much of controversy, that we have in another site another rumor reserve waiting for us, with another person, who is a real novel and is connected to this.Talk bad, but talk about me. I think that’s the current relationship status of this couple.I like him, he seems like a nice guy. I do not think you’re a liar or a cheater.This is his best blog and Mod you are what makes the job more serious and free as a moderator. Congratulations! ~~mod~~ are you flirting with me sissibr69? I like it

hifilightslow: You are a saint if you read though those bulk posts. I couldn’t stop cackling. Those pics of DK are fab. I wish she would have went with the black glasses that have the fake nose and mustache though to keep herself incognito. Oh well maybe next time.~~mod~~ dead

Anon:Well, Feralcatpro has had some very telling IG posts since Sunday … can’t help but think it’s related to the DK/NR debacle. And I think HC put DK on notice by liking her pic. She’s watching you, DK.

Anon:So Mod, what’s your verdict after Spain. Do you think they are indeed dating and in a relationship. I think I am the only person who really does believe they are just good friends that hang out.~~mod~~ you not the only one. I don’t have a verdict. mainly because I don’t care, is that bad. whatever they are or aren’t doing it just looks weird.

Anon:Mod I think it was a publicity stunt for her. Ppl are saying that they were trying to hide and it’s not true b/c Norman took fan photos with DK there like he was showing that he had NOTHING to hide. The fans calling her his gf were just assuming that b/c he was with a woman. DK then goes and strolls the streets of Barcelona (which isn’t hiding no matter how much she wanted it to look like she was) so this sounds like a piss poor publicity stunt gone wrong and has made Norman look TERRIBLE.~~mod~~ he needs a nap maybe

Anon:Very interesting …. Helena liked DK’s throwback modeling photo. Wonder if that’s her subtle way of saying she’s watching her? Also, Liz has been posting some pretty interesting messages. Just an observation.

Anon:I wonder if Norman could give Diane some tips on how to give the paparazzi the slip? I mean he’s never papped in NYC at his place, Best Buy, where the f***ever. Fan pics sure but no paps. Diane apparently gets followed on her own street, doing her laundry every week, in NYC, LA, Spain! In fact the only time all year NR was papped for tabloids was while in a parking garage with DK…right after the paps had caught her alone on the street. Crazy, right?! Those paps sure do seem obsessed w/DK! 😒~~mod~~ is this sarcasm. are you making a funny anon

Anon:Maybe unpop opinion but what did Norman say or do in Spain that was shady? He said DK is “just a friend”. She was there/on his bike while he was with fans. How is that being shady? Meanwhile, it’s *Diane* who 1) got a NYC pap pic w/her luggage 2) showed on IG she was in Europe 3) Got her pap shot “hiding” in Spain 5) Has a deal w/DM for every article. Fandom: Ever wondered why there are never “Norman sneaks to meet Diane” pics or Norman-centric tabloid articles? Why the focus is DK? Wake up.

Anon:if you were lucky to be dating NR and it wasdecided by the two of you that being discreet is necessary because the celebrity status needed to be managed due to professional impact would you wear the same identifiable clothing that your were pap in NY in Spain while you were with him in public? You would if you wanted the world to know it’s me folks, DK. All the lies are now truths and then some. NR needs to get his shit straight. His publicist looks like a freakin idiot and lousy professional.

[fuck-customers]

This is more of a "Fuck HR" thing.

Okay, so here's my story: I had a job interview way back in November to switch departments at the place I work at bc the bakery just wasn't a good fit for me (I work at a sort of mix of a spa/inn/restaurant). I wanted to move over to Spa or Laundry bc I was told that there was an open position and I was like "fuckin lit" and spoke to the manager who happens to be in charge of both departments. The manager really likes me a lot and sat with me as I filled out an application and even put her own name on the advocate column and then had another lady and one of the spa girls sign their names and then they took it to the HR lady's office and put it on her desk. That's how I had the interview and the lady said (after I was told there was a position) that there actually wasn't a position despite the manager of those departments saying so. So right away I kinda got the impression that this lady maybe wasn't being honest with me. I got out of the interview and later on learned that this lady is known to be really ignorant and a huge jerk in general so I was like "great :))))"! She told me that she would give me a phone call and ended up completely blowing me off for months. I sent her an email on January 19th (ik it's a little late to contact her but i was still really interested in the job) and I don't hear back from her. I email her again on January 30th and still no reply. I'm kinda annoyed by this but continue to hope she'll reply bc I'm a positive little prick. She continued to ignore me tho so I took the next step literally just a few hours ago and threatened to file unemployment because I never actually left the place and was still considered an employee and because she left me hanging after telling me she would contact me whether or not there was a position. She replied within MINUTES lmao. So I was like cool finally she replies. My manager from the bakery sends me a picture of a flyer that the HR lady typed, and it said "SPA ATTENDANT JOB AVAILABLE" which is the exact thing I applied for. So now that there was a position open and she knew I was the only one looking for that EXACT SPOT, she continued to ignore me. Naturally, I'm pissed off. After she replied to me, I asked her for Diane's (the manager of spa/laundry) email so i can get in contact with her more directly. The HR lady goes right back to ignoring me. So now I have to either wait for her to do what she said she was going to do, or ask my manager to directly ask Diane for her email so I can talk to her because the HR lady has a stick up her ass. I'm really fucking fed up with this lady because she's acting like a petty teenager and blowing me off while I'm trying to stay professional and polite with her. Another thing she said in the email was that "all we talked about" was how I was feeling about working in the bakery which is NOT fucking true. I didn't go to her to have a fucking therapy session, I went to her to get my fucking position changed. And she SAID she would call me. And whether or not I'm remembering that right (which I'm sure I'm among), there's now a position open that she's completely aware of because she typed that fucking flyer herself, and that I'm the very first person who's asked to be hired for it even before there WAS an open position. She literally put a notice out in the open looking for someone to hire, and I'm asking for that exact job, and she does nothing to contact me like a normal fucking person would. Ive only met her once face to face, but she's proven to be a real piece of work.