#nodriscoll

[loielic]

‘i’m not like them.’

soft angst starters. ( accepting. )

         ❝YOU SAY THAT LIKE it means something to me– to this gang. saying what you aren’t and what you are, we don’t care about that. showing who we are? what we are capable of being and becoming? that’s what means something. LOYALTY.❞ he’s aware his words can come out quite harsh even on his best days, yet javier was a very blunt individual who could never beat around a bush to save his life. and for the duffy boy, speaking to javier was better than arthur or hell, bill and sadie, even if empathy wasn’t offered in the slightest. ❝you prove your loyalty to us and we’ll return the favor. prove us wrong and i’ll slit your throat, understood?❞

[staggeredlee]

❝ I’m threatening you. ❞ / sigh s

* SONS   OF   ANARCHY   MEME  :  OPEN

❝           mighty   kind   of   you   to   provide  me   with   that   piece   of ENLIGHTENING information,  my   friend.            ❞         

         stagger   lee’s   words   came   in   the   form   of  smoke,   spilling   from   the   corners   of   his   mouth   as   a cigarette   dangled   between LYING lips.  the   man   struggling   against   the   restraints   he   had  been   put   under   didn’t   have   a NAME lee  could   remember   but   he did have  someone ELSE’S  ASSOCIATED   TO   HIM. and  although   being   a   town’s   sheriff   wasn’t   exactly  lee’s DREAM  JOB,  sometimes   playing   the   part   allowed   him   to   find  small   pearls   of PLEASURE amidst  all   the   boring   bureaucracy. like   shooting   previous  colleagues   who   had   done   him   wrong   right   between   the  eyes   while   getting   praised   for   it   or   catching  an O’DRISCOLL with  his   pants   down.   the   man   could   deny   it   all   he  wanted,   but   stagger   lee knew all  about   his   little   gang.   and   if   there   was   a  possibility   for   him   to   make   their   life   more MISERABLE,  then   he’d   take   it   !   ❝            i  hope   you   don’t   mind   that   i   provide   you   with  nothing   but   one   piece   of   advice?            ❞                  stag   asked,   glancing   over  his   shoulder   every   once   in   a   while   to   watch   his  prisoner   squirming   against   tightly   knotted   rope.

 ❝            next   time   you   find  yourself   in   this   brand   of   predicament?   spare   the  threats   ‘n’   go   straight   to   the   shootin’.           ❞                 SHOOT ME   IN   THE   HEAD,   lee   thought. shoot   me   dead  because,   if   you   don’t,   i’ll   find   what   you   love and   set   it   on   fire. it   had   been   a   while  since   he’d   been   allowed   to   speak FREELY ;  well   ... MORE   FREELY than   he   tended   to. being   in   the   presence   of   other   outlaws   such   as  that   o’driscoll   boy   woke   within   the   man   a   sense  of NOSTALGIA that   could   prove   to   be FATAL to  the   good   people   of   cedar   grove.        ❝        ‘cause   all   that   talk   might   convince ‘em  ladies   that   you   got   a mighty   big   pecker,         ❞                lee   smiled while   he   exhaled   smoke   through   his   nostrils.    ❝         but   boy,   it   sure   ain’t  bigger   than   mine.          ❞               

[soughtglory]

@nodriscoll

“KIERAN DUFFY.” He would find a pistol pressed close against his back-- see several men step out from the shadows while concealing guns within their coats. “These men and I would like a quick word with you, Mister Duffy... Don’t make for any stupid moves-- or do! See how it goes for you, huh.” 

Upon their earlier visit to camp, neither Milton or Ross had been able to identify the man. It wasn’t until an O’Driscoll they’d taken in to their custody had remarked about a turncoat shaking up with Dutch’s boy that the Pinkertons had put two and two together. 

[maidmess]

❛   nasty  men  . . .  most  o’them  .  but  you  get  used  to  it  .  or  --  at  least  you  learn  how  to  tune  ‘em  out  .  just  stick  with  the  good  ones  .  you’ll  be  alright  . . .  arthur  talks  but  he  ain’t  as  bad  as  he  seems  .   ❜

@nodriscoll  .  sc

[outlawmistermatthews]

' you say everything happens for a reason. i can't find a reason for this. '

Hosea looks at the horrifying sight, a true massacre happened here. But Hosea climbs off his horse and goes to inspect the bodies. 

“Sure there is, the reason for this happening was so we were to find it..And find the ones who did this..And kill them.”

[derlinde-blog]

' i don't want to die '

           ❝       you   ain’t   gonna   die  ,      son  ,         ❞          he   starts  ,     a   frustrated   huff   falling   from   his   lips   as   he   holds   a   thin   sheet   over   the   man’s   wounds .      he   hadn’t   liked   kieran   at   first  ,      naturally .     dutch   van   der   linde   was   never   going   to   be   a   huge   fan   of   any   soul   who   chose   to   play   alongside   colm .     but   with   some   time   he’d   come   to   care   a   little .         he   hardly   seemed   cut - out   for   life   as   an   outlaw   to   begin   with  ,      so   he   couldn’t   blame   him   for   making   bad   decisions .

                       ❝       just   lie   still  ,      or   any   death   that   comes   for   you   is   gonna   be   your   own    fault .         ❞

[missoshea-blog]

*//    A   STARTER   FOR   @NODRISCOLL  .

❝ yet another  LOST  SHEEP  taken in by dutch the  s h e p h e r d  . . . — i’d get  O U T  while ye still can if i were you . ❞

molly o’shea was fraught , one would be  DUMB  not to see .  sitting there with lissom fingers clasped , utmost D R E A D  in her eyes and in the way teeth sink nervously into a pouty , rouge lip — she knew kieran was no brute , no cold-blooded killer .  he was a  g e n t l e  man , too gentle to be another one of dutch’s soldiers . the  VAN  DER  LINDE  GANG  was no longer a place for such a man ( nor  w o m a n  such as her  O W N  self anymore , it seemed ) , and with it came a leaden sense of foreboding .  ❝ all of  t h i s  is going to turn to shite , ain’t goin’ to end well . only reason i’m still  a r o u n d  is for dutch’s sake . ❞>/sub>

[pusillanimus]

THE   ARCHETYPE   TEST   !

53%   TASTEMAKER:   the   tastemaker   is   always   on   top   of   the   trends—or   starting   their   own.   their   sense   of   style   is   second   to   none   and   their   taste,   impeccable.

32%   ROYAL:   when   the   royal   walks   into   a   room,   they   command   attention.   they   are   the   one   in   charge,   and   they   enjoy   reaping   the   rewards   of   their   hard   work.

15%   PERFORMER:   taking   center   stage   comes   naturally   to   the   performer,   whether   at   the   water   cooler   or   in   front   of   an   audience.   they   are   magnetic   and   know   how   to   inspire.

TAGGED:   i   stole   it. TAGGING:   @derlinde,   @fleewest,   @maidmess,   @dyingfreedom, @gunbless,   @nodriscoll,   @morhgan...   and   whoever   wants   to   do   this!

[brinahoige-blog]

@nodriscoll liked for a lyrical starter!

      “ Oh, my darling can you hear?   My words so pure they burn your lying ears. “

      He should be nicer by now.   It’s been a while, a month?  Maybe two?  He         hasn’t run yet, he didn’t run when he had a chance, and he’s fairly certain         he remembers Arthur talking about the lad saving his life.  And yet, even         with all of that he finds a soft of anger bubble up in his guy whenever he         sees the unfortunate soul alone in the camp.

      He’s too soft.

      He’s going to die out here, they’re going to lose him and there’s really no         point in getting attached.

[sharedthework-blog]

                    “   now,   you   and   i   might’ve   made   our   PEACE   from   afar   ----   ”   the   words   are   low   and   soft,   a   startling   contrast   to   her   usual   loud   and   boisterous   manner,   and   serve   as   a   warning.   had   he   any   of   the   good   sense   god   had   once   given   him,   he’d   turn   tail   and   RUN,   but   she   knows   he   won’t.   there’s   no   doubt   in   her   mind   that   he’s   heading   for   the   burdock   root   stores   one   of   the   men   had   replenished   earlier,   looking   to   make   more   of   whatever   mixture   he   gave   the   horses.   “   ----   but   don’t   think   you   can   come   anywhere   near   me   when   you   still   got   the   STINK   of   an   O’DRISCOLL   clingin’   to   your   sorry   hide.   ”   she   drives   the   point   of   her   knife,   still   slick   with   vegetable   juices   for   the   evening   stew,   into   the   table   as   if   to   punctuate   the   end   of   her   sentence.   “   i   don’t   reckon   i’d   mind   it   so   much   if   bill   were   to   FINISH   what   he   started   with   those   GELDING   TONGS   ----   might   could   manage   to   feed   my   horse   with   whatever   he   pulls   off.   ”   ||   @nodriscoll

[outlawmistermatthews]

@nodriscoll continued from here 

Hosea had taken out his pocket watch to clean it. And inside it there was a picture of Bessie. It was her gift to him for his birthday years ago. So he was sensitive about his pocket watch to say the least. 

Hosea takes his pocket watch, tempted to just put it in his pocket and never let Kiren see it. But, he offers it to the other if he just wanted to look at it. Fine. 

“My wife gave me that for my birthday one year..” He explains and clears his throat. 

“So be careful with it please.”

[outlawmistermatthews]

@nodriscoll

Hosea didn’t know what to think of Kieran , he was kind. And did everything as he was ever asked. But still, he wondered in the back of his mind if it just was better if he had been one they killed. He’s still an every day reminder of Colm O’Driscoll  to Dutch. So Hosea doesn’t see that at all beneficial. 

But, never the less, Hosea keeps his mouth shut and he moves to sit at the camp fire with Kerian, but keeping a good distance. Separate logs. 

“..What was your life like before you became an O’Driscoll?” 

The young man was in a predicament of survival. He had no choice but to be apart of the gang, but Hosea wondered if he had been forced into the gang life with the O’Driscalls. 

“Was that a choice decision or a, I have no option sort of thing?”