#the anarchy tm

[lemonhemlock]

Grrm was so unserious when made Rhaenyra based on Matilda and Aegon ii on Stephen... Like the only similarity between rhaenyra and Matilda is the fact that both of them were women fighting against men for the throne and that's where their similarity end . Matilda is not vain , coward, cruel, and tyrannical like rhaenyra lmao . Also Stephen (according to historians) is brave, fighting in his war, attractive, charismatic , generous and kind while Aegon on the other hand is brave true however he is just a lazy hedonist . Now I know they are not supposed to be copied and pasted From their historical counterparts , but i feel Grrm should have add more redeeming-compelling qualities to both of Aegon and rhaenyra , especially rhaenyra she is annoying fr. Also grrm did her real dirty when he made aegon her brother lmao like the only reason Matilda was named heir is because her brother died , so it will make since if grrm made aegon rhaenyra's uncle or cousin like being Rhaenys's son or something because him being Rhaenys's legitimate brother made her claim comically weak.

I have been losing my voice yelling over this. Stephen was able to mount a war over Matilda while being her cousin via Henry I's sister (not even brother!). No one, absolutely no one, in 12th Century England (where this storyline was taken from) would have looked 1 (one) second at Rhaenyra (when her brother Aegon was right there) and considered her claim.

Those entire plot points of the lords swearing an oath to Rhaenyra and the king "changing his mind on his death bed" were lifted straight out of The Anarchy as well. That didn't stop other people in real life from naming Stephen as their King, a result of which is that Matilda is not considered Queen within the historiography, only a claimant. Just like Rhaenyra.

For anyone who stubbornly refuses to accept that Rhaenyra's claim is very much disputable, a similar case has already been disputed in history to the detriment of the female claimant. Not to mention that Stephen's claim was a lot weaker than Aegon's is. All of this knowledge is a bloody Wikipedia page away. 🤷‍♀️

[lemonhemlock]

I hope you'll forgive me for intruding into this conversation, but I would like to add a few extra points, if you'll allow me.

As far as great councils/kingsmoots are concerned, historically-speaking, it's not unheard of for mostly-hereditary monarchies to resort on occasion to elective bodies when it comes to succession for the throne, eg. the Witan in Anglo-Saxon Britain. (Medieval historians feel free to butt in) Despite the decisions of said elective bodies definitely constituting a common law precedent, I would like to point out that, once it is decided to call such a council, all bets are off in regards to the election. Candidates present their own case and the electors vote for whomever they wish - laws and precedents and claims may, of course, be taken into account, but mostly people would vote for their preferred candidate. This isn't a court of law where people necessarily decide who has the best claim, more so who they would personally like to see on the throne, in accordance to their own interests.

Gyldayn definitely views the decision of the Great Council of 101 as "an iron precedent", but that's his interpretation. He's a historian with his own biases, writing about the fact more than a century and a half after the events, based on shoddy sources. How does he know about "in the eyes of many"? Did he time-travel so as to carry out an opinion poll? Others have gone at length to dissect Gyldayn's biases in other parts of Fire & Blood, so all I'm trying to say is to take his own opinions with a grain of salt.

We all know that, if they have any wiggle room, good lawyers can argue opposite outcomes based on the same text of law or precedent. So, in that regard, one could simply argue that the Great Council of 101 simply decided to pick Viserys over Rhaenys because he was "more suited to the role", not that female claimants will forever be excluded from the position of reigning monarch from now on.

When it comes to Rhaenyra, however, I agree that she was named heir at a moment in time when she had no living brothers and it happened in accordance to Andal Law, as well: a daughter comes before an uncle. It is very likely that, had a Great Council been called, Rhaenyra would have been voted for at Daemon's expense, since it is said his reputation was reviled. However, the lords of the land (not just Otto, even the Lord of Casterly Rock) fully expected Viserys to accept and acknowledge Aegon as heir as soon as he was born and lived past infancy. However, he did not and many were quite surprised/confused by this. This is where the succession "debate" begins. How is Rhaenyra still the heir with a living, breathing brother?

This is what many fans on both sides do not want to accept or acknowledge and something the show did indeed made a very poor presentation of. The truth is that in 12th Century terms (Anarchy time), Rhaenyra's claim is quasi-non-existent. The show/books had to work overtime to pump up her legitimacy as heir, since in reality it is comically weak. Even going at great lengths to make the greens doubt themselves over this. This is complete fiction and the conversation would never have happened that way in real life. But it's very convenient to hate on Otto for pushing Aegon as heir, since he's the face of the patriarchy pimping out his daughter and plotting Rhaenyra's murder.

Again, this time, had a Great Council been convened, many lords would have voted in favour of Aegon. Conversely, if Rhaenyra had no living brothers, she would have been accepted as Queen - and this precedent would have completely counteracted the 101 one.

Another aspect I would like to add is that - while Westeros had only been united for the first time under Aegon the Conqueror - the constitutive kingdoms must have already had their own rules on establishing succession, that may or may not have been similar. Consequently, they would be much inclined to apply the same kind of logic that had informed succession in their own home kingdoms.

And, lastly, I do agree re: Jaehaera. GRRM needed/wanted Aegon III to become King no matter what, so he worked his way backwards to fit his ending. I SUSPECT this is the reason he chose to make Jaehaera "simple". The succession was further muddied by this, but it's the reason why she couldn't, in practicality, become Queen Regnant, on account of her disability. So, it wasn't so much of an "usurpation" as it was that George simply needed a reason why the greens wouldn't follow Andal Law. I personally don't think this was the best choice; it would have been much simpler not to include Jaehaera as a character at all, instead of giving her a disability and then promptly killing her off, only to replace her with Westeros' Hottest Six-Year-Old.

In this instance, he kind of wanted to have his cake after eating it: he wanted to fit in his perfect War of the Roses ending (because it's always a cool ending to settle on and it ties the loose ends neatly), only to disregard it later (for reasons known only to him, lol).

Nevertheless, sorry for hijacking!!! I have this bad habit! 😭

I think, if people are going to comment on how Rhaenyra was usurped, they should no about law or have common sense. Rhaenyra was made heir when it was only her and Daemon but when Aegon was born HE was the one in the throne. As unfair as it is, brothers go before sisters.

Just like Viserys shouldn't have inherited the iron throne. Rhaenys was the child of the oldest son so she should have inherited the throne, not Viserys.

i think the show screwed up in not pointing out that it wasn't necessarily Rhaenys that the Council was deciding on, it was moreso Laenor, and that he should inherit because he was the son of Jahaerys's eldest son, who had been Jahaerys's longtime heir. So the Council wasn't just saying that women couldn't inherit, but that men couldn't inherit through the female line either, which really should have put the kibosh on Rhaenyra or her sons inheriting the throne.

I'm willing to give the Great Council some leeway that I'm not willing to extend to later generations, because the whole point of that was that nobody was really sure what protocol was given how messy the Targaryen succession had been at that point and things were starting to amass to violence (Corlys was gathering a fleet to defend Laenor's claim and Daemon was gathering himself an army), so that's why Jahaerys decided to try a more democratic approach, and it was a majority of people who decided the outcome. There's issues with the fact that it's landowning highborn men who comprised the vote, but it is profoundly more democratic than just straight up birthright monarchy, and Viserys, and more importantly the precedent that selecting Viserys meant, is what they ultimately chose. It was a bad choice because of nearly everything about Viserys, and that Rhaenys likely was better suited, but as an American, I can very firmly state that sometimes democracy gives us decisions that we don't like but we have to deal with anyway (#StillWithHer).

The issue is that nothing was done afterwards to rectify that situation. The law wasn't made any clearer (precedent isn't set in stone law but it's still pretty powerful) and more importantly Viserys didn't do jack shit when he himself was on the throne. Like yeah he named Rhaenyra as his heir when he was widowed and had literally only her as an option as opposed to his psycho brother. But once he had multiple sons, the expectation and the precedent of the Great Council meant that everyone in the entire country is going to see Aegon as de-facto heir. So Viserys should have either abided by that or he should have clarified the law and codified Rhaenyra's succession (and thereby codified absolute primogeniture, at least for the Targaryens, which might be why he never did it) to make it the crystal clear law of the land. Because if all you've got is precedent that goes against Rhaenyra and twenty decades passing since the loyalty oaths were sworn, most people are going to assume that legality is on Aegon's side, even if the legality is unclear.

It's unfair to call Aegon a usurper, because usurpation by definition relies on someone taking power illegally. We can debate whether it was ethically and morally right for Aegon to take the throne all the live long day (just not with me because I don't care, all birthright monarchy is a scam anyway), but whatever law there was remained on his side, and even then the law as it pertained to Targaryen succession was so muddied that there's no law that Aegon could have been breaking by taking the throne. Like yeah, it's a mess, but the Targaryen succession up until that point had been Aegon doing his thing and then passing the throne to his eldest son (straightforward, normal, God bless you Aegon I miss you) and then Maegor seizing the throne from his nephew because shrug.emoji I guess he was crazy, then Jahaerys kinda falling into it after the Iron Throne murked Maegor, and THEN we had the Great Council followed by all of this nonsense. And in all that time no one thought to hammer out the law? We're relying on the precedent of Aegon to Aenys and then the Great Council and only that? It's so insane to me, succession at that point was basically a free for all and stayed that way until Aegon ended up having Aegon the Younger as his heir and cementing the concept of "closest male descendant available is the heir no matter what".

(And no I don't see it as a usurpation of Jahaera because a) no law and b) Jahaera was not fit to be a reigning monarch any more than she was fit to be married if whatever intellectual disability she was hinted at having ended up making her seem half her age mentally, sucks but it is what it is).

[unproduciblesmackdown]

ideal scenario is that i like thinking about this like, essential short story adventure where winston and tuk hook up w/a couple [that bachelorette party] members, and as a foursome/quartet because they have these parallel stories of two pairs of friends who are like "sure i'd have sex with you if things aligned for that" and now are living that short story about expanding a dynamic & becoming closer friends for the end of it (of course billions only wrote winston as standing next to tuk next episode, instead of rian as he's often written to be standing with incl in a previous finale, to shove him out of the path of getting material and let taylor have confusing nonresolution w/rian based on this proximity and coincidence instead. but who can't say that that, And winston next not even trying to sit with tmc in the last finale appearance which at this point is probably for the best and instead again hanging out with tuk and then ben, isn't about having been closer for whatever all happened there in obtaining casual sex together)

and they can have perpendicular stories of also just having some nice chats and enjoying other interactions together such that maybe it's just fun for this one night of crossing paths, maybe anyone stays in touch at all, who even knows, if winston or tuk are dating anyone it's probably only going to come up again in how they were last dumped for being too much effort for how unepic they are, so godspeed to offscreen unmentioned dating. but just friendly acquaintanceship, or again this one-time spontaneously crossed paths night's acquaintanceship, is also a lot of fun. and why not imagine that winston "he's not allowed to not feel self-loathing or, by doing basic things like talking or initiating Or oppositng anything, Not operating as though he's too low in a social hierarchy here to be allowed thusly" type of material where his spontaneity, vivacity to bon vivantocity, self-assurance that is apparently arrogance/aggression to every who thinks he ought to be self-effacing instead, etc, is actually just a social success in other less wretched non-work situations, and his personality is taken as a contribution to the proceedings even before anyone takes up his proffered contribution of himself as a potential sexual partner. and lending confidence to tuk as like one person who won't, at any given time, go into hostile mode with him or even like take up the position of issuing this criticism, which is an inherently elevated (over tuk) one when it's a unilateral thing. such that tuk's personality can be a potential contribution as well. and winston and tuk's Friendship Developing Moments can be happening then, too, b/c Maybe they've hung out outside work on their own aleady, but also maybe they've never really been interacting with a larger group outside work, such that that group is less likely to include some people, or entirely people, who will suddenly go sicko mode on either or both of them. and then meanwhile, who knows anything abt this bachelorette party, could be already a cohesive friend group who all see each other all the time, or people who see each other more infrequently meeting up on this trip, or a mix; could be fun and chill or something so scheduled/demanding it's kind of like a work trip, or fluctuate....and of course zero info abt the individuals such that imagining anything abt them is entire OC territory, and i'm bad at that, or at coming up with stories, so not exactly a lot of details here from me but godspeed if two of them unlock another tier of friendship here b/c like parallel to winston and tuk, they're like hmm okay so we're mutually down re: potentially having a foursome here, and spending some time away from the larger group

(or of course the scenario that tuk and winston can also have that moment but just as putting "and/or: a threesome?" as an option, and that tips the scales for someone who might've otherwise felt more indecisive like "hmmmm casual convenient hookup, or spending more time out & about like this / whatever other activity...." but then is like oho Well, if it's a threesome, i'll seize that opportunity, sure....such that then maybe afterwards [winston and tuk hanging out together] happens sooner, if the third member feels more third wheel about things lol, since now they'd be the only two who already know each other. like ooh who knows, round n+1 in the aftermath just one on one (and/or i mean, maybe another thing the third party's still around for, re: further casual sex opportunities that don't just fall into your lap every day), and/or talk, watch tron together, go back out on the town even. where the conclusion of this truly is the essence of "it Is easy to imagine that winston and tuk are real Genuine Friends for the implicit further offscreen time spent together outside work / interactions between them here. and fun" and with that flair of "and give that a juxtaposed parallel in it being the same for a couple bachelorette attendees, why not, good for them"

[chloe-skywalker]

I Know Them Better - Jax Teller

Jax x Fem!Reader

David Hale x Sister!Reader

Warnings: SOA

Word count: 1,942

Summary: Being Hale’s sister and dating Jax is complicated to say the least. Especially when hale doesn’t know about it

Authors Note: First Jax Teller story! So excited for this. There will be more!!!!

Masterlist

Sons Of Anarchy Masterlist

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The sun was breaking through the curtains which in return woke Y/n and Jax up slowly.

“Good mornin Darlin.” Jax smirked as he opened his eyes to see Y/n laying there next to him.

“Back atcha handsome.” Y/n smirked back not even opening her eyes, enjoying being in bed with her man. Since they were currently at Y/n’s house they didn’t have to worry about being interpreted or so they thought.

Right when they both were gonna try to go back to sleep there was a loud pounding on Y/n’s front door. Which made both of their eyes open quickly and widely.

“Are you expecting someone?” Jax asked her.

“Not that I know of. Stay here.” Y/n got up and threw on a shirt and a pair of shorts before glancing back at him and she noticed his nervous and apprehensive look. “I’ll yell for you if I need you, my knight with shining motorcycle.” she teased him.

Y/n walked down the hall and headed over to her front door only to see her brother on the other side causing the racket.

“David.” Y/n said his name in shock, why was her brother at her home she thought as she opened the door and greeted him.

“Y/n.” he greeted back as he entered her home.

“So what’s up brother?” Y/n said loud enough for Jax to hear so he knew who it was and to not come out of her room.

“I need you to be careful around town.” David told her as they stood in Y/n’s kitchen.

“Why? What's up?” Y/n furrowed her brows.

“Samcro’s up to something. And I have a bad feeling about it.” Hale told her annoyed at Charmings local Biker group.

“Why do you hate them?” Y/n questioned her brother trying not to sound upset with him for judgment of the Son’s. But it was hard not to, he judged them and doesn’t even know them.

“They’re criminals Y/n.” He told her simply.

“They may not be completely innocent but they also protect the town David. You have to see that.” Y/n tried with David often but it was hard when she had to not let on to her and Jax’s relationship. 

Y/n could see from her spot standing in the kitchen down the hall and saw Jax listening in to their conversation. He just smirked at her.

“Their good deeds don’t outweigh their bad ones.” Hale stated to her before sighing. “Just be careful okay? I don’t want you to get hurt because of them.”

“Okay. I’ll be careful.” y/n nodded along to appease him. But She wasn’t going to stay away from Jax or the club. But he didn’t need to know that.

“Thank you.” David smiled at her gratefully. He sometimes hated that she was still living in Charming, it made it harder to protect her. “Oh I won’t be able to have our normal weekly dinner tonight. I have to work late.”

“Okay, that's fine.” Y/n smiled at him.

“Bye Y/n/n.” Hale hugged her before heading for the door to leave.

“Bye Bro.” Y/n watched him leave before hearing the front door shut.

“Man, he really doesn’t like us huh?” Jax spoke from the entrance to the hallway.

“Not funny.” Y/n rolled her head to look at him. It was hard for Y/n that she essentially had 2 different lives. Y/n was close to her brother and they normally talked about everything but she couldn’t share with him anything about her relationship because he wouldn’t approved.

“Well, since you're not gonna be busy tonight. Why don’t you come to TM. We’re not having a party but we are all gonna be hanging out at the clubhouse. That way you don't have to be alone and get more time together.” Jax suggested walking over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Jax knew Y/n hated being alone and he’d take any time they could spend together.

“Okay. I don’t like being alone and I miss all the guy’s.” She nodded in agreement looking up at him.

“What about me?” Jax raised a brow teasing her.

“Of course you.” She shook her head with a laugh at his antics, as she headed into the kitchen with Jax on her tail. Y/n grabbed a drink from her fridge as Jax watched her for a moment biting his lip before pushing off of the kitchen wall and leaving the room. Y/n called out at his retreating form. “Where are you going?”

“To pack you a bag.” He called back from down the hall, turning into her bedroom.

“Jax?” Y/n pushed off the counter top to follow him into her room.

“We’re staying the night at the clubhouse.” Jax states.

Y/n raised a brow, she knew all he’d try to pack. She rolled her eyes at his packing taste. “If all your gonna pack is lingerie-”

“I’ll pack other things.” He smiled mischievously.

“Like what?” Y/n asked him with a tilted head, curious to his other thoughts on what to pack.

“Extra of my clothes and you can wear those.” Jax smiled cheekily.

“Hmmm.” Y/n hummed, nodding amused at his answer.

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@ TM  Next Morning

“Aye Lass, Morning.” Chib’s greeted with a nod and a smile upon seeing Y/n exit the dorm hallway.

“Morning.” Y/n greeted the Scottish man with a smile on her lips.

“Hey Darlin, you look good.” Jax looked her up and down as she walked over and he handed her a glass of orange juice.

“Hmmhmm, I’m in your clothes after all.” Y/n hummed smiling up at him knowing exactly what he was getting at.

“You should just wear my stuff from now on.” He smirked with a shrug.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” Y/n laughed, and then her phone started ringing.

“Hey, Whats up?” Y/n said answering her phone upon seeing her brothers name flashing on the screen.

“I need you to come down to the station.” David stated cutting to the chase.

“Why?” Y/n asked confused as to why he’d want her down to the police station?

“Just to talk about something. See you soon.” He wouldn’t say over the phone.

“Bye.” Y/n barley got it out before the line went dead.

“I have to go.” Y/n said looking up at Jax with a tight lipped, slightly sad smile. She didn’t want to leave.

“Nooooo. Why?” Jax whined wrapping his arms tighter around her waist as he sat behind her on a stool.

“Sorry, brother calls.” She sighed getting out of his hold and standing up.

“You gonna be okay, lass?” Chibs asked, they all considered Y/n family. She’d been around since her and Jax were in highschool.

“Yeah. Y/n/n. We could come with.” Tig offered fully prepared to back up the Y/h/c-ed girl.

“Nah, I’ll be okay. Brother just probably wants to rant about you guys anyway.” Y/n waved them off.

“You comin back?” Jax asked as he hands her her keys.

“Yeah, I’ll be back. Love you.” She smiled and leans over to kiss his cheek.

“Love you, too.” Jax squeezed her waist before watching her go.

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“Hey. Why’d you need me down here?” Y/n walked into her brother's office shutting the door behind her before she went to sit down across from him.

“The Son’s are planning something. It’s gotta be big because they’ve been having meetings with every rival gang around. Its gonna be big and its gonna get people hurt. If not killed.” David explained to his sister stressing the possible implications of what he believes is to come.

“Maybe they're making deals to protect the town.” Y/n shrugged. She of course knew what was going on, Jax told her things even she shouldn’t know. But she couldn’t tell her brother that.

He shook his head in denial. “They aren’t. I know them. This is going to have a ton of casualties. Their gonna-”

“Stop! Just stop.” Y/n cut him off having had it with his obsession of making them the bad guys. “I know them better than you do. I know exactly what they do and what they were doing. Because unlike you I actually know them, and no I won’t share what is going on with you. Sorry.”

Hale furrowed his brows. “How do you know so much about Samcro?”

“In fact, whose clothes are you wearing?” He spoke up again. David noticed finally that she was wearing a men's shirt way to big for her, what really got him though was that the shirt had a faded “Samcro” printed on the front.

“I’m wearing Jax’s shirt because He’s my boyfriend. Had been for almost a year.” Y/n let out a stressed breath and just came out with her secret relationship that was only a secret to her brother.

“For fuck’s sake!” David let out angrily shaking his head.

“Shut up and listen.” Y/n told him standing up, taking charge of what was going to be said. “They are good guys. They may be in some not so legal shit, but they're good guys. Either give them a chance or back off some. You're stressing yourself out to unhealthy levels when it comes to Samcro.”

Y/n worried sometimes at how stressed the thought of the Son’s made her brother it was so unhealthy for him.

Y/n got up and stormed out of his office and the station. Right now she only wanted to be around the Son’s. Mainly Jax. Her Jax.

Once she got back to TM  Chib’s was the first to notice.

“Jackie boy. Someone's back and she looks stressed.” Chibs called out as he watched Y/n pull in on the faster side and all it took was one look at her body language to know something happened.

“Don’t think that talk went so good.” Juice commented as they all watched Y/n, the girl normally so calm and mostly relaxed acting very agitated and stressed.

“Y/n/n, what's wrong? What happened?” Jax asked as he approached her halfway seeing how stressed she was Jax pulled her into him for a few moment’s knowing his embrace comforted her.

“He knows about the club’s meetings with the rival MC’s, and he knows about us.” Y/n told Jax stepping out of his hold looking up at him. Jax looked shocked when she mentioned their relationship being outed to her brother. Y/n sighed before telling him. “I couldn’t take it anymore. He noticed my shirt as well. I had to tell him. . . I also told him to back off the club. You're all good guys and he’s stressing over it in unhealthy ways.”

Jax cupped the side of her face, he knew how worried she was about her brother finding out about their relationship. With how much he hate’s Jax and the Son's, how could she not worry. “I know you're worried that you’ll lose him because of our relationship. I’m sorry Darlin.”

Y/n gave him a half smile. “On the bright side we don’t have to hide and sneak around anymore.”

“Come on, Darlin. We missed you.” Jax mirrored her half smile. That was a perk of David now knowing, but Jaxx just wanted to cheer her up at the moment.

Jax wrapped his arms around her shoulders and guided her over to where the others were. They were her family to and they’d support her no matter what.

Taglist:

@padawancat97 @gruffle1 (sorry I didn't have my list on me and I didn't know if you wanted to be tagged in SOA stuff)

[royalarchivist]

Ramon had a cute idea for the Huevitos (members of Fit's community) to fill the #ramonbday tag with art and kind messages so he can show them to Fit for his birthday (February 1st), so here's my contribution! I have over 800 Fit-related clips, so it was hard to choose just a few fun moments from stream :'D

Even though the QSMP server won't be open until February 3rd, we still have a few more days to share messages, art, etc. – so if you'd like to post something for Ramon to potentially include in Fit's birthday surprise, make sure to post it by January 31st and use the tag #ramonbday!

[ Subtitle Transcript ↓ ]

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Fit: I can't believe I'm a homosexual now.

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FitMC 2023 - 2024 Highlights

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Vegetta: Leonarda, give me the picture.

Fit: Leonarda, you should give him a picture.

Vegetta: It's for saving your life!

Fit: [Picks up the photo she dropped] Oh, now I have it. [Sees its a photo of Vegetta and Melissa in their stripper outfits] Oh. Oh my.

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Fit: It's a life experience Tubbo, you know? Aren't you glad you–

Tubbo: "Life experience" deez nuts, you bald bastard.

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Fit: Ok, I'm looking through the bars– There's like, yeah–

Pac: [Falls off the wall] AAAAA–

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Fit: [Dumping his wild cats in the Bakery] I'll just– I'll just release them in here. Screw it. What's the worst that could happen?

[The next day]

The big cats are still, uh– [Sees the cats mauling the Baker] Oh my god. They do NOT like the Baker

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Jaiden: Fit, you're just a guy, right?

Fit: I'm just a dude. I'm just like– I'm just like the generic RPG protagonist. Like, human male, warrior. Like, it's– I'm as vanilla as you can get

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Fit: Sneeg– shut up, I'm doing gay roleplay right now!

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Fit: Tubbo, if you want to disable mines, you are disrespecting the entire Hispanic community.

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Fit: What are you doin' staring at me, Baldy? Yeah, you think you're hot sht?

[The Binary Monster shows up]

Fit: OH, FCK–

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Fit: The oldest anarchy server in Minecraft.

Fit: The youngest gay roleplay server in Minecraft.

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Fit: [While playing "Hide and Seek" with Ramon] If he moves, then I know that was the spot.

Ramon: [Stares at him as the Metal Gear Solid "discovered by an enemy" vwing! sound plays]

Fit: [Cackles] WHERE YOU GOIN' BOY? WHERE YOU GOIN' BOY?

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Fit: To be a turtle in the Arctic, you hate to see it. Yeah, you know this turtle is... not so different from me. It's living in a place that's trying to KILL it.

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Tubbo: [To Pac] Just lay down. [Starts Casualonas-ing] This is for you.

Fit: [Immediately equips his weapon]

Tubbo: This is for you, king.

Pac: [Laughs] Fit - you see this?

Fit: [Shoots Tubbo, who starts screaming] I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Uh-

Tubbo: Ok, ok, well he–

Fit: Misfire, misfire, misfire!

Tubbo: He wasn't- he wasn't- OW OW OW!

Fit: Misfire!

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Fit: Sometimes- it's not about doing the right thing, Phil – it's about doing the more entertaining thing. Right?

Phil: PFTTTTT–

Fit: They banned my ass. They're like, "Why are you talking to Pac like that?" That's unacceptable on this family-friendly Christian Minecraft server (TM). Like– "We can't be having any of that." "Can't be having any of THAT."

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Cucurucho: [Slowly turns to stare at Fit while Pac is talking to him]

Fit: [Silently starts cracking up]

Pac: Ok Cucurucho, I'm gonna be waiting for your response

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[Fit putting up art that Ramon drew]

Foolish: Boo it if it's bad!

Fit: Heyyyyyy! That's actually –

Foolish: Oh! Wait, that's– That's actually pretty good, what the fck.

Fit: Ramon, you weren't supposed to actually try. This is incredible!

[They both laugh]

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Pac: Yeah, yeah! I was–

Tubbo: Everyone goes through their dick phase.

Fit: Yeah...

Pac: Yeah, everyone does.

Fit: Oh? Oh– is that so, Tubbo? Yeah?

Tubbo: Everyone- everyone–

Fit: When did you go through your dick phase? [Laughs]

Tubbo: I'd argue I'm in my dick phase right now.

Fit: Uh, you know, speakin' of spruce– you know Bruce Lee, right?

Phil: Yeah?

Fit: If Bruce Lee was a plant, he'd be Spruce Tree.

Phil: [Disappointed grumbling]

Fit: [Laughs]

[Fit gets kicked off the server]

Fit: [Laughs even harder]

[kitsu-katsu]

Of course I think the same

Everyone should be friends with whomever they establish a romantic relationship with, but that doesn't always happen for some reason

And what I'm criticizing goes beyond "are you friends with your romantic partner or not?"

It's about not devaluing that type of bond. With your other friends, with your family, and yes, indeed, with your partner too

Not devaluing it so as to not close yourself off to one singular person in the pursuit of that mythical pursuit of "more". Forgetting you should be able to get on well enough to be friends if you want it to be healthy. Pushing away support networks. Isolating yourself until your partner and you are an amalgamation of both together and cannot bear to see the other talk to another person fondly

Not devaluing it so if the time comes where the relationship breaks off you don't fall for the common societally expected trappings of "I'm losing them", which could lead you to not break off the relationship when it would be healthier to do so because you can't conceive of the fact that friendship isn't less, it's just another title, another type of bond, and you don't have to "lose" anybody, you can still remain good friends. It doesn't have to be as society expects where you HAVE to hate each other, and your ex romantic partner HAS to be some sort of bad guy

I don't know how you extrapolated that I mean you "can only have one type of bond" and that you "can't be friends with your partner" from what I wrote, but that's not what I was saying at all, not by a long shot. I mean, I even talked about QPRs, but if you thought I meant you could only have "one type of bond" I'm assuming you don't quite know what those are

No but I hate so much the fact that the amatonormative relationship hierarchy is so strong that romantic relationships are always referred to as More Than Friends™

If two friends seem to be forming a romantic relationship, it can't just be that the relationship is shifting into something a bit different, it is strictly More, and it's especially more not only compared to what the people involved had before, but it's also more than any other platonic relationship they hold. Other friends are expected to "know their place" in the relationship hierarchy despite sharing many more years of a connection with the people involved, because if the romantic relationship is More, then their platonic bond is Less, and it's just how it "should be" and if people get sad that their friend is isolating to their romantic partner only, restricted to only doing what they want to do, stopping speaking to them if their partner chooses so, leaving them behind all of a sudden because they are strictly Less Important, then they are actually ridiculous and should control their emotions because "of course you're less than their new partner"

And this then also translates to people not breaking off toxic, unhealthy or just simply incompatible due to life circumstances romantic relationships because then "they'll lose their partner". Because they already became More, so if they break it off, they'll become Less again and that's scary, and it can never be the same, because it's not just a simple shift where in many cases things don't even change that much, no, if they shift again they're essentially "breaking something sacred", something coveted, they're destroying the whole bond in every which way by Becoming Less. Not even getting into how society expects people to hate their ex-partners, or at the very least be very awkward about them, so people at large really cannot fathom the fact that maybe the change of relationship title was mostly just that and didn't change the dynamic so drastically that changing it back to "just" friends also wouldn't shake the foundations of the interpersonal bond at all. No, if they shake things up, they'll irrevocably lose their partner, they can never talk the same again, they can't share a laugh, they can't coexist as they did because now they're Less

And how this also impacts how people from outside claim to know more about the nature of a relationship than the people in it. Because "You're acting like More", "You can't really think that you're Just friends", "Look at them, 'Just Friends' don't do that, what they have is Deeper, it's More" or on the other side "You don't act like More, how can you say that you're partners? That's not a Real Relationship"

This devalues all types of relationships. People aren't allowed to put the title they want on it themselves. If you want something that's not either like a QPR you're breaking every rule and "actually it's Just a Friendship" or "actually you're just scared to call it romantic because you gave commitment issues but it is". And the people who buy into the More and Deeper can get so wrapped up in that ONE bond being More Than Any Other, that if it breaks, they've isolated themselves into it and pushed their friends away for so long that not it actually became the One Bond they had left

It damages Everyone

[garbinge]

Maybe One Day

Chibs Telford x F!Teller!Reader

Summary: You go back to Charming 10 years after… everything.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of death, murder, emotional distress, emotionally heavy.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

A/N: I wrote this on my phone so don’t mind any odd formatting or editing mistakes!

Part 2

The moment you crossed into the town line you felt the heaviness overcome you. It was like there was this smog that only existed within the miles of town, one foot outside that sign that held the town founding year and population and it was like fresh air. But currently you were being suffocated as the odometer added mile after mile as you drove deeper into Charming.

It was like looking at an old photograph, not much had changed in most parts. There was still the main street strip, some of the stores definitely were new, but the street felt the same. You noticed the lack of loud, rumbling motors, lack of two wheeled engines parked along the curb. But early on that had been how it was before Scoops turned into the new head quarters for the Sons of Anarchy. It had been 10 years since you’d been back here, so it was likely the original club stomping grounds were back in commission.

You had told yourself you weren’t going to find out if that were true but you currently were parked just outside the automotive shop to see a new black warehouse like space where the old blue one used to be. The paint didn’t look too fresh where SOA was stencilled on but it looked new enough to you as you leaned against the black cutlass.

One thing and one thing only. It was the sentence you repeated in your head over and over as you drove hours back home. Back home, that felt like a heavy statement. Charming might have been where you grew up, but it wasn’t home. Despite it being where you’ve lived most in your life, it wasn’t home. One thing and one thing only. You knew that wasn’t true every time the thought ran in your head. It was inevitable that you’d come here, that you’d stop at the rocky mounted highway where JT’s memorial was. Where the helmet and sunglasses of the other Teller still lay abandoned.

You were just supposed to grab the last few things at the house before the closing date. The realtor handled everything else, the listing pictures, the calls with interested buyers, you had hired people to straighten up and you had put mostly everything else in storage 10 years ago, but there was one thing that was still in that house that no one else could get but you.

You didn’t put the house on the market until a month ago. It was an assumption but you figured the club was going to use the house for whatever shady business or reasons, it’s why you were happy you had a confirmed buyer that first week of putting the blue house on the market. All it took was one day and one tour by your realtor before the offer came in. But that sped up your timeline. It was likely that was why you pushed this out so far, dreading the thought of coming out here and going to the kitchen drawer and grabbing that pocket notebook that you hid in the false bottom of it.

Now that notebook was weighing heavy in your back pocket but it was fitting considering the weight of the air. You saw people in TM work shirts moving around, the weight of the word Teller staring down at you even from the street. That was all Charming ever did, weigh heavy on you.

You thought of the words you repeated over and over again. One thing and one thing only. What a lie. You scoffed slightly as if the conversation you were having in your head was actually happening outloud.

A few more thoughts popped into your head, each from someone this town had an effect on. Both statements weighing heavy on you because what else would thoughts about Charming be.

The one Hale spoke to Jax when you were younger. “It wont be long before SAMCRO is just an ugly memory in the history of charming.” Something felt unsettling there, unfortunately Hale died before he could see that come to light and as you stared at the new SAMCRO compound you had to think you probably would too.

Then Wendy’s voice came to your head, “The MC, this town, it kills all the shit you love.” She was right before shit even hit the fan. Although, shit was always hitting the fan so she was just on the pulse of Charming before any one else even bothered to look. You had lost everyone to Charming—to the club. Yes, you had Abel and Thomas still, but it was different, everyone you had in your family during your young life was gone. Tara, Jax, Gemma, Opie. The list went on.

But before you could continue the list you heard a familiar voice. The voice of the one person you hadn’t technically lost to the reaper but you most certainly lost to Charming and SAMCRO.

You hated how the voice made your heart happy. You hated how it managed to make every ounce of heaviness disappear and flee to the deep depths of the town and would only surface when you were left alone. But as you heard his voice again it made you wish you never would be alone again. It made you think for the briefest of seconds that maybe you could back out of the offer, move into the house that was now in your name and create a life here. Charming was home after all.

No. No. Charming was not home. The quick rational part of your brain quickly jolted you back to reality. That weight quickly rising from the ground and pulling at your ankles as a reminder that the town’s grip would suffocate you. But there it was again, the interruption that pulled the weight off your ankles and had you feeling as light as a feather.

“Love?”

The name he called you for years, whether it was in public or when you were tangled up in the sheets felt like a breath of fresh air in this smothering town. It wasn’t a nickname solely for you, you heard him say it to many women in your years of knowing him, and he probably had a fair share of women now he used the name on.

But that didn’t stop your knees from wanting to buckle. You turned and saw him, it was ironic that in your years of hanging in this club house, at TM, you had never seen Chibs on the street in front of the club HQ. Most guys parked inside, the street parking was reserved for excess cars who were there for service and for on lookers like yourself, although they usually tended to be wearing badges.

“Mother of Christ.” His accent was thick as he lifted his sunglasses up and off his face. His feet were moving towards you.

He didn’t think twice before engulfing you in a hug. You had thought about this moment a lot, going over all the different ways it could go. In one of the scenarios you thought he’d pause immediately front of you, stare at you like a stranger. There was something so relieving that he was hugging you like the past 10 years hadn’t existed, that no matter what happened he still cared about you, was happy to see you.

“Chibs!” A voice interrupted your embrace and you wanted to murder them. Funny how being in Charming made homicide an instant thought.

Chibs pulled away and that’s when the Scottish cologne hit you, a smile filling your face as he looked back to the person in the TM lot.

“Church in 10!”

You looked at the patch on his kutte immediately at those words and saw the president patch. It sent bile to your throat, it was the patch Jax wore for years. Not figuratively, but literally. It was the exact patch he wore, some of the stains on it were likely from his time wearing it. You didn’t stay here long enough to see it sit on Chibbs’ kutte but seeing it now was transporting you back 10 years.

“Why don’t y’come int’the clubhouse darlin’, have a drink, we can talk.” He looked older, the bags under his eyes were dark and puffy. You could tell the club life was affecting him, his hair was graying way more and it made him even more attractive.

“I shouldn’t.” You shook your head and doubled down, “I can’t.”

The second two worded statement you spoke is what made Chibs understand, a nod escaping from his head.

“It’s good t’see ye’.” He was trying to keep it light, he knew how hard this was.

“I’m selling the house.” You said it so business like, it was a way to give him the heads up to let the club know. You saw some traces of them being there, not frequently but enough. Cigarette buds in the ashtrays around the furniture that was left, empty beer bottles in the recycling bin. You knew Chibs made sure whoever came by knew to clean up after.

Chibs just nodded and looked down. “Y’happy?”

How were you supposed to be happy after Charming took every last thing that you loved. You thought for a minute and the faces of your nephews flashed in your mind and you smiled.

“The boys are teenagers. I don’t know if you can be happy with teenagers.” You joked.

Chibs grinned at the mention of Thomas and Abel.

You wanted to ask him if he was happy but you were afraid of the answer. You saw what the club presidency did to the person in the role before him. You saw what it had done to the other Teller in the same position just a decade before. It made you think about JT and his legacy for a moment. You always wondered if JT was just exemplified as this great person because he wasnt alive to be rememebered for his flaws. But then you remembered Gemma and Clay and how they only remembered JT for his flaws. Your mind instantly went to Jax who had killed both Clay and Gemma, and what his legacy was. If he’d be exemplified just because he was gone and his flaws would be forgotten. Your eyes moved to the newer clubhouse and saw the small memorial that was on the roof. There was white air forces perched on the edge where Jax would very often sit and reflect. That solidified it for you, he’d be seen as Jax Teller, son of JT, president of SOA, an honor to have known and loved him for the guys who were in the club when he reigned as VP and president. But then your eyes fell back on Chibs, the hope that since he knew the flaws that essentially led to the death of your brother, he’d lead differently while still respecting his legacy in the eyes of the club.

“You rebuilt.” You pointed to the building trying to erase that long heavy thought from your mind.

“Ice cream and hookers were too distracting for the guys.” He teased in reference to Scoops and Red Woody. “You sure you don’t want to come in, love? Church won’t take long, I’ll give y’my dorm while y’wait.”

It was a convincing offer. You wanted to see what Chibs’ dorm looked like, what life was like for him. But deep down you knew you already knew what it looked like because you lived it. You lived it and you hated it. You loved him but hated the life.

“No just came to get this.” You pulled the pocket notebook out and flapped it in the air.

Chibs knew exactly what that was and nodded in understanding.

“Chibs!” The same voice called out again.

“He’ll be in in a second!” You called out, eyes still glued on the Scot in front of you.

The prospect shut up quickly and moved back inside. You wondered how he’d describe you to the members inside, there was only a handful that could potentially recognize you from description, and an even smaller handful that would come out to see for themselves.

“I wanted to give it to Abel. I think he deserves to know Jax the way Jax wanted him to.” You explained the notebook that Chibbs knew all about between the time when Jax was writing it and when you had told him where you’d put it.

“It was really good ta see y’love.”

Despite everything shitty about being back, it was true for you too. It was great seeing him. You wished you could ask him to leave, come stay with you on your humble farm, sell fresh eggs with you at the farmers market and ride dirt bikes with the boys. But it was the same reason he never asked you to stay here. Sure he might’ve asked you to come in for a drink but the words “stay in Charming” would never come from his mouth. He knew it was too painful.

He pulled you in for another hug and you didn’t want to let go. The drink wasn’t sounding half bad, you wanted to catch up, hear about what he’s up to, how he’s been, but the answers you’d want to hear would never come and the one’s you dreaded to hear would be the only one’s that filled your ears.

As you pulled out of the embrace you squeezed his arm in a way to tell him the same about seeing him without actually saying it and then you quickly turned back to your car. Chibs was walking away now, his hand reaching up to wipe the couple stray tears he’d never admit to shedding and dropping his sunglasses back down.

You called out one last time to him, an impulsive decision and impulsive thought meeting together at the tip of your tongue.

“If Abel comes here, push him out. Don’t welcome him in.”

Chibs was frozen at the request and then he nodded in understanding.

“I’ll send ‘em right back to th’farm so his auntie can talk some sense into ‘em.” It was a humorous statement but it gave you relief because Chibs wouldn’t lie to you.

“You can tell him about Jax. The Jax you knew. The Jax we wanted him to be.”

It was just like you to have the most mundane small talk conversation at close range where whispers could be exchanged and this important one where voices carried.

“I won’t.” At first you thought he misheard you and you were going to correct him when he spoke up. “If he’s anything like his ol’ man, he’ll want to become the man we wanted him to be, and we’ve already seen how that plays out.”

You thought it was impossible to feel seen in Charming. To feel heard. You thought it was impossible for someone in the club to speak this way about it. About past members. It was probably one of the many things about Chibs that made you love him, his honesty, his care for the Teller family. It gave you a little hope.

“There’s always room for you at the farm.” You said as Chibs was walking backwards. Getting closer to the club but still staring in your direction. You saw the curly haired man appear from the clubhouse building, about to call Chibs’ name when he spotted you. You knew he’d hear the prospect talk and be outside to see for himself, using Chibs as the excuse.

Your hand raised and waved at Tig like you had just seen him yesterday. He immediately raised his hand waved and you heard his laugh crystal clear from where you were and stared back at Chibs for a response to your invitation.

“Maybe one day, love. Maybe one day.”

Part 2

[mysticalmallard]

Flower Crowns Pt.2

Pairing: Happy Lowman x OC (Katherine Morrow)

Word Count: 2,763

Warnings: none

>> Part 1 here <<

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As the evening wore on, Happy found himself offering to follow her when she went to return the van to her workplace so she could have a ride back to TM where her car was. He insisted, citing his concern for her safety.

They arrived at her workplace, and just as they approached the entrance, they were met with a stern-faced woman standing outside the door. This was Mrs. Miller, the owner of the workplace, and she had a reputation for being strict, uptight, and intensely disapproving of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club.

"What time to you call this Katherine I was expecting the van back 2 hours ago, what if I had a last minute need for it hmm...and another thing you said you where only going to take the left over trimmings so explain to me why I am missing 2 creates worth of blooms?"

"I'm sorry I'm late Mrs Miller...I didn't think I'd bee that long...and I paid for the extra flowers left the money in an envelope next to the cash register with a list of what I took...and I made sure I didn't take anything need for tomorrow's delivery..."

Mrs. Miller glared at Katherine, her disapproval clear. "It doesn't matter what you bought or didn't buy, being late is unacceptable."

She looked past Katherine and spotted Happy, scowling at his rough appearance and the Sons' memorabilia he wore. She tsked disapprovingly, her eyes narrowing. "And you've brought a club member with you. What is he doing here?"

Katherine opened her mouth to respond, but Happy stepped forward, his large presence overshadowing her small frame. He met Mrs Miller's disapproving gaze with a defiant one of his own. Despite his earlier gentleness, he still had the air of a hardened biker, and his scowling face and muscular build looked anything but friendly.

"I offered to give her a ride back to her car." He said gruffly.

Mrs Miller scoffed, her disapproving gaze looking him up and down. "And what do you intend to do while she's here? Cause trouble? Start fights? Hmm? " She crossed her arms over her chest, looking unimpressed and unbothered by his intimidating aura.

"No Mrs Miller he wouldn't do something like that he is just giving me a ride back honest" Katherine steps forward wanting to defuse the tension.

Mrs Miller huffed, her eyes flickering between Katherine and Happy. She looked unconvinced by Katherine's reassurances but decided to drop the issue.

She turned her attention back to Katherine, her stern expression softening slightly.

"Hmph...very well. But I expect you to be on time tomorrow, understood?"

"Yes, of course. Here the keys for the van. I kept it spotless just like you asked. Thanks again for letting me use it today"

Mrs. Miller took the keys from Katherine's extended hand, her gaze lingering on Happy. She reluctantly nodded, still clearly disapproving of his presence and the club he was a part of.

"Yes, yes. Just get out of here and don't be late tomorrow."

Katherine gave Mrs. Miller a nervous smile and nodded, while Happy just stood there, his face as stoic as ever. Mrs. Miller gave him one last disapproving look before turning and walking back into the flower shop, leaving them standing awkwardly in front of the van.

Silence filled the air as they stood there, the only sound coming from the crickets chirping in the darkness. Happy broke the silence, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Guess it's time to go, huh?" He grumbled, his voice lacking its usual gruffness.

Katherine nodded in response, her eyes avoiding his gaze. She was still feeling a bit embarrassed about Mrs. Miller's comments and Happy's presence. She started walking towards his bike a few feet behind the van, and Happy fell into step beside her again, his large strides easily keeping up with hers. The silence was deafening, the only sound coming from their footsteps on the pavement.

As they walked, Happy glanced sidelong at her, noticing the way her shoulders were slumped and her head was lowered. He could sense her unease, and he felt a pang of guilt. He wasn't used to feeling guilty or responsible for someone's comfort, but there was something about her that made him want to protect her from Mrs. Miller's harsh words. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should say something, but instead they reached his bike in silence.

He walked up to the bike, leaning down pulling the spare helmet from the back and offering it to her. She took it, her slender fingers brushing against his calloused ones. She placed the helmet on but struggled to secure the straps, her slender fingers fumbling with the buckles. He watched her struggle for a moment before his impatience got the better of him.

"Stop fussing with that. Here, let me.” He grunted, reaching forward and taking the straps from her hands.

He easily buckled the straps together, his fingers moving with surprising dexterity. He could feel her skin against his, the warmth of her body seeping through his rough touch. As he finished, he lingered for a moment, his fingers still holding onto the straps. He looked her in the eye, his gaze intense despite the stoic expression on his face.

"There, that’s better.” He mumbled, still holding onto the straps.

She nodded weakly, her heart pounding in her chest from his proximity. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, his rough, masculine scent enveloping her.

Despite the tension growing between them, she couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed by his presence. She looked away, her cheeks growing warm under his gaze.

He caught the blush creeping across her cheeks and felt a small pang of satisfaction. The sight of her being flustered because of him made him feel powerful. He released the straps, his fingers brushing against her skin once more as he did. He climbed onto the bike, gesturing for her to follow.

"Get on." He said, his voice a commanding rumble.

She quickly obeyed, clumsily climbing onto the bike behind him. She held onto him tentatively, her slender arms encircling his muscular waist. Her body was pressed closely against his back, her chest against his shoulder blades. She could feel the heat emanating from him, and the rumble of the bike beneath them.

He felt her body against his, her soft curves molding into his back and causing a strange sensation to wash over him. In any other circumstance, he would've found it uncomfortable, but with her, it felt almost...nice. He started the bike, the engine roaring to life beneath them. He glanced behind his shoulder, making sure she had hold.

"You're gonna need to hold on tighter than that, kitten."

Her heart skipped a beat at his pet name for her, and she subconsciously tightened her grip on his waist. She pulled herself closer, pressing her body even more against his. The vibration of the bike and the feel of his strong body against her was both exhilarating and terrifying.

He felt her move closer, her body pressing against him more firmly. He could feel her heart beating rapidly against his back, and a small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. He revved the engine, and the bike roared to life beneath them.

They took off, the wind tousling her hair and whipping against her face. He gunned the throttle, the bike quickly picking up speed.

She gasped at the acceleration, her grip on him tightening even more. She pressed her face against his back, her eyes squeezed shut as they sped through the night. His scent was all around her, the smell of leather and motorcycle oil mixed with a hint of something else, something distinctly him. She could feel the muscles in his abs flexing beneath her hands as he maneuvered the bike, his control over the machine both reassuring and exhilarating at the same time.

He could feel her fear mixed with excitement, her body trembling against his. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that it was his bike and his driving that caused her to hold onto him so tightly. He took a sharp left turn, the tires screeching against the pavement. He could feel her body pressed against his, her curves fitting flush against his back. The engine roared as he picked up speed, the night breeze rushing past them.

She dared to lift her head slightly, peeking over his shoulder to see the world rushing by at breakneck speed. The city lights streaked past in a blur, and the cool night air rushed past their faces. The feel of his body against hers, the sound of the engine, and the roar of the wind in her ears was all at once terrifying and thrilling. She couldn't help but squeeze him even tighter, her heart racing in her chest.

He chuckled softly at her nervous grip, enjoying the feeling of her body pressed against his. He made another sharp turn and revved the engine, the bike responding with a loud roar. He could feel her heart pounding against his back, her breath coming in short gasps. He decided to tease her a bit, making a show of driving the bike erratically, throwing in sharp turns and quick jerks just to feel her cling to him more tightly.

But to his disappointment the ride had to end eventually he thought it best to slow down abit before reaching TM garage less he wanted to get an earful from Gemma.

He slowed the bike down to a slow crawl as they approached TM, his expression slightly disappointed that the ride was coming to an end. The thought of dropping her off and losing the feeling of her body against his made him reluctant to pull into the lot. But he knew he had to, if only to avoid a lecture from Gemma.

He parked the bike, and helped her off, his hands lingering on her arms just a moment longer than necessary. As soon as her feet were safely on the ground, he pulled away, crossing his arms across his chest. He looked at her, his expression guarded, trying not to show how much he'd enjoyed the feel of her against him during the bike ride.

She stood there for a moment, her legs a little shaky from the adrenaline and the experience. She looked at him, her eyes wide, and he could see the flush in her cheeks weather it was from the adrenaline or the closeness he couldn't tell. Her hair was tousled from the wind, and she looked almost...adorable. He mentally cursed himself for the thought, blaming it on the adrenaline and the thrill of the ride.

He was about to say something, but he was interrupted by the sound of voices nearing them. Opie and Jax, were coming over to them. Hap scowled, cursing the interruption, while Jax and Opie gave him teasing grins.

"I Hope you drove carefully with my little sis Hap, I wouldn't wanna have to watch my Ma kill you" jax says knocking on the top of the helmet Katherine was still wearing reminding her she still needed to take it off

Hap grumbled under his breath, his scowl deepening at Jax's comment. He knew it was all in good fun, but it still bugged him. He crossed his arms and leaned back against his bike, his eyes flicking to Katherine. She had taken off the helmet, gently placed it on his bike and was running her fingers through her messy hair, trying to tame the wind-swept strands.

Jax and Opie chuckled at Hap's reaction, clearly enjoying antagonizing him. They walked over to her, playfully nudging her shoulders and ruffling her hair.

"Looks like someone had a memorable ride." Jax teased, grinning at her dishevelled look.

"Yeah, I bet Hap here was just the perfect gentleman and kept it nice and slow." Opie added

Happy grumbled in response, his irritation showing on his face. He clenched his jaw and looked away, pretending to be unimpressed by their banter. He didn't want them to know how much their teasing was getting to him, especially not in front of her.

Jax and Opie exchanged grins, enjoying his obvious discomfort. They were used to giving him a hard time, but seeing him so rattled by someone else's presence was a whole different level.

Jax couldn't help but jab at him some more. "Why the long face, Hap? You didn't scare our little princess, did ya?" he joked, throwing an arm around her shoulders. Opie stifled a laugh, clearly relishing the exchange.

Hap's irritation grew at Jax's words. He didn't like the way Jax was touching her, the way he was calling her "our little princess." It felt way too possessive, and it got under his skin more than he cared to admit. He glared at Jax, his face set in a scowl.

"No, I didnt scare her" and that's all Hap had to say and he just headed into the clubhouse leaving the three behind.

Jax and Opie looked to Hap as he stalked off into the clubhouse, their earlier grins morphing into looks of curiosity mixed with amusement. They knew Hap well enough to sense something was off, and they were sure it had everything to do with Katherine.

Jax turned to Katherine, an eyebrow raised. "What the hell is up with Hap today? I've never seen him so rattled before." he said, glancing at the door he'd just disappeared behind.

"Hmm? I don't know..I should head back home now gotta get up for work in the morning" she said rooting around in her pockets for her keys.

Jax and Opie exchanged a look, both noticing her avoiding the question. They knew her well enough to detect when she was keeping something from them.

Jax, being the great older brother he is, didn't overlook the evasion and stepped closer to her. "No way. You're not getting out of explaining what happened with Hap that easily. Spill."

"Jaxie nothing happened, he offered to tail me when I dropped the van off at work so he could give me a lift back here, which by the way you were supposed to do but you were nowhere to be found when it was time to go"

Jax had the decency to look sheepish at her comment, knowing he had flaked on his promise to drive her back to TM. But he quickly regained his swagger, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Hey, I had business to attended to, okay? Something that couldn't wait."

"Yeah, like chasing after Tara again" he added, grinning at Jax's expense.

Jax rolled his eyes, not denying the accusation. "Shut up, Ope, or I'll bust your lip." he retorted, giving his friend a playful punch on the arm.

"Seriously though, you're acting pretty weird about this. You sure nothing happened between you two on the ride here?" Jax prodded further.

Both he and Opie looked at her intently, almost boxing her in, trying to gauge her reaction.

"Like what? He gave me a ride that's all I mean he drove faster than I would have liked but I'm in one piece so nothing to complain about" she shrugged.

Jax raised an eyebrow at her nonchalant response. He knew her well enough to know there was something she was holding back, but he couldn't quite figure out what it was. "That's it? He just drove you here. Nothing else happened?"

Opie, sensing there was more to the story, chimed in. "C'mon, Kitty-cat. We know ya hiding something."

"Nothing happened guys, geez go ask Happy if you wanna interrogate someone, but I've got to get home"

Jax studied her for a moment, noticing her nervous fidgeting. He could tell she was being evasive and it was starting to get suspicious. But he also knew he wasn't going to get much more out of her, at least not tonight.

"Fine, but I'll be talking to Hap later. He'd better not have tried anything with you on that ride. You drive safe okay text me when you get back alright"

Katherine nodded, knowing she wasn't going to win this battle with her brother. She promised to text him when she got home and then said her goodbyes, leaving Jax and Opie staring at her car leaving, both of them still suspicious about what had really happened between her and Hap.

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[remuslupinsdaughter]

Protection

Sons of anarchy x child

Summary: just a story I thought of where a young girl of around 12 runs away from her abusive father and goes to the sons for help

Warnings: trigger warnings for this one, abuse, swearing, physical and mental abuse, lots of angst, hints of sexual abuse

Enjoy my loves!!

Charlie froze as she heard her father’s keys jingle in the front door, she put her book down and sat bolt upright as she listened to him drop his keys in the bowl and open the fridge, “CHARLOTTE” he yelled, Charlie scrambled to her feet and quickly went to the kitchen where her father was stood looking at her angrily, he was clearly drunk, “the hell are you doing?” He slurred, Charlie stammered, “I…I was just studying in my room” she backed away from him and pulled her sleeves over her hands, her father swiped a vase off the counter angrily, Charlie turned to run but her father grabbed her by the hair, she screamed out in pain, “SHUT UP” he yelled and slammed her against the counter, she cried out and slumped down against the floor, she curled up and sobbed as her father walked straight past her to the living room, kicking her hard on his way.

Charlie dragged herself to her feet, tears still streaming down her face, she limped to her room and grabbed her backpack, she grabbed clothes from her drawers and stuffed them in the bag.

Charlie snuck out her room, peering down the hallway, her dad was passed out asleep in his chair, she snuck through the house to her front door and grabbed the keys from the bowl, her dad coughed making her freeze, she heard his snoring again and quickly unlocked the door and ducked out.

The night air was cold, Charlie shivered, pulling her jacket closer to her, Charming was a small town, everyone knew her father as Brian Hansley, the local butcher, everyone also knew that if you were in trouble and needed help, you go to the local biker club, the sons of anarchy.

Charlie’s feet ached, she’d been walking for around an hour, she approached TM auto shop, the gate was closed, she tried to pull it open but was quickly met with an extremely intimidating man holding a gun. Charlie stumbled backwards, holding her hands up, “beat it kid” the man said, “no wait please! I need help, I need to speak to the president please” Charlie pleaded, the man looked her up and down, “wait here” he said and walked over to the group of bikers sat on the benches.

Charlie shivered and played with the sleeves of her jacket, the bikers looked over at her, the man back over, “gimme that backpack” he said , Charlie handed it over, the man nodded her over to follow him, Charlie followed behind him nervously.

As she approached the group of intimidating man Charlie felt herself getting more and more nervous, the men stared at her, “prospect says you wanted to speak to us?” A man smoking a cigar said, Charlie looked at the men staring holes in her, she stammered, almost like she’d forgotten how to speak English.

“Come on kid, what’re you doing out here at two in the morning by yourself you’re what ten?” The man said, “twelve” Charlie mumbled, she took a breath, “you guys protect people right?” She asked, the man nodded and took a drag from his cigar, “why you in some kind of trouble?” He replies, Charlie nodded, “I need you to protect me from my dad” she blurts out, the biker clubs curiosity grows, “what’d he do?” A different man asked, with long blonde hair, Charlie tenses and plays with her sleeves again, “he gets real drunk, beats the shit out of me, I can’t stay there any longer, sometimes his friends come over, they try and do stuff to me” tears form in her eyes, the blonde man exhales angrily, “Jesus Christ”.

“What’s your dad’s name honey?” A different man asks, “Brian Hansley, he’s the local butcher for Charming” Charlie replied, using her sleeves to wipe her eyes. The man with the cigar takes a deep sigh, “church” he says and stands up, walking inside the clubhouse, the rest of the men follow.

[aethershroud]

I mean, Chaos won the Finalfest. This IS what we voted for. XD

Splatoon has lost the plot. The splatfests are supposed to be whether traditional borscht, borscht with smoked meats, or (unhinged) borscht with jalapeños is superior. Instead it's the stages of loss

[vespervanbebber]

when he wins, we will go backwards. It will get worse.

They will hate, and they will be proud of it.

And things, will get Bad.

And maybe, as some say, this will be the dismantling of ‘America‘ (tm). That, the empire falls. That, the oncoming storm signifies a new world war. Or something.

But when he wins, I‘m not going just Watch as things get worse and worse. I‘m not going

to lose.

And we‘ll see

We‘ll see how hard he wins. How bad it gets.

And if it gets really fucking bad, and all my protesting and all my fighting ends up with some nasty little visit from the nasty little restructured government, knocking on my door to take me away,

I‘m not going to be there. I‘m not going to go.

Because there IS something to the endless trumpeted (ha) ‘freedom and anarchy‘ argument from those ultra-survivalist, gung-ho first amendment dick riders: “That we must be Ready to Fight the Government when it finally wants to take Everything away“.

And they are right.

A well armed minority is harder to oppress.

And so, after I have done everything I can to peacefully dissent; after I have screamed my voice hoarse, Raging Against the Machine;

They‘ll come for me.

If things get bad.

And I will disappear.

I will use all those skills that are so hatefully coveted by the racists and homophobes and pedo-protectors and so on and on and on like a Star-Wars title crawl of skin crawling depravity, against them.

And Once everything becomes so extreme that they are Taking people from their homes, because they have dissented, by dissent or existence,

-If, things get that bad-

Then I will join them on their level.

Let America become the third world country it has never gotten to be.

Things aren‘t bad yet.

They look like they might Get bad, things aren‘t bad yet and you already see republican idiots missing shots

at their own presidential candidate.

And so, oh here me, you knock-off annoying orange leather-skinned used-steel-wool lookin fishdick, If It comes down to It,

If you start coming for me and my friends.

Hell, if you start coming for anyone

I will assure you, that America, true America, founded on the bricks of stonewall, the eradication of smallpox, the backs of ringfighting immagrants just scraping by, the endless sky above plains and forests that is not gone yet, the men and men and women that somehow landed men and men and women on the moon, will cost you. We will cost you dearly.

Because if you look at it, in most everywhere she is losing, she is losing by 3%.

Do you want to go to war?

Do you want to go to war with 47% of America?

It doesn‘t take a historian (though I am one, by degree) to recall how that went for you last time.

Civil war two. I can be Sherman. You can be dead.

Because I know that there must be at least a few, enough other like me out there.

Others who are Just as capable

of your hateful, spiteful violence

as you are.

More even.

We won‘t miss.

And unlike you, who will be out, on the street, or in your homes, or at the supermarket, preaching your hateful hymns,

I will be hiding

I will be in the woods, with the fairies and horrible terrible naught

I will be shadows, and Grassy Knolls, and theatre booths,

And you will be gone.

Of course, this is If he wins.

and this is if it gets real bad.

I hope it doesn‘t.

Of course, it shouldn‘t have to.

I shouldn‘t be strategizing with my trans buddy about possibly fleeing the country.

But it is what it is.

And if what it is what it is is real nasty,

expect nasty back.

[lemonhemlock]

If Viserys wanted Rhaenyra on the Iron Throne so bad and change the unwritten rule that woman cannot sit on this throne he should have made an actual order. In show called magnificent century, Kosem sultan changes cruel rule in Ottoman Empire that says the one who ascends the throne has to kill all his brothers. How she did that? Seconds after her husband, Sultan Ahmed died she wrote on piece of paper that this rule no longer exist and the throne will go to the oldest son (before even the youngest son could have a throne if he managed to kill all of his older brothers) so brothers murdering each other for throne rule ended. And after writing this on piece of paper she put sultan seal there so it was basically an edyct, a new rule to apply to, ordered by sultan (even though he was dead at that moment but no one except Kosem knew). And by this she made sure her sons won't brutally execute each other. Viserys could have done it basically in episode 1 or even after Aegon was born. Saying Rhaenyra is heir means nothing after sons were born. He should have solidified her right to rule by writing something like this and showing it to every lord so they would all know it was king's order that Rhaenyra will be Queen not King's whim based on the fact he didn't want Daemon to be his heir.

Between the point in time where I received this ask and today, I think I managed to answer something similar here and here (including @duxbelisarius' addition about Dorne, which I had forgotten to mention).

I have heard of Magnificent Century, but I haven't had the chance to watch it, so I can't really comment on what Kosem did. Unfortunately, I am not versed in Ottoman sultanate inheritance either, beyond the basic premise of brothers killing each other for the throne. :)) So I don't really feel confident in performing a comparative analysis between Kosem's fake edict and 12th Century England (Anarchy time - the civil war the Dance is based off).

My main concern with this is that I don't think the solution would have been as simple as "writing a piece of paper", otherwise Viserys would have done it and, most importantly, the real-life king Henry I would have done it for his real-life daughter Matilda, whom he very much wanted to succeed him. The fact that the Anarchy still happened leads me to believe that common law (especially regarding such an important topic as inheritance to the throne) couldn't really be changed that easily.

There are so many different types of feudal societies that some historians dispute the use of the term, but for Westeros specifically we seem to be operating on the basic understanding of a politically weak(-ish) King* with a collection of very powerful vassals. I say this because the King only seems to have the Crownlands + Dragonstone as his own personal lands, from which to derive his own resources & taxes, which are of questionable profitability (as highlighted in the linked posts). Everything else seems to be based on what his vassals agree to give him. eg. they should be in charge of tax collection in their own lands; if the King raises taxes to (what they consider to be an) unfair level, who is to say they won't just skim off their tributes and lie about it? The King imposing his own tax collectors who worked directly for the Crown was one of the steps towards dismantling feudalism and creating a more centralised state, if I am not mistaken. Similarly, if the King tries to impose a certain law that proves to be unpopular, who is to say that his vassals will just agree to it?

*Ofc, Targaryen Kings have something no one really does - dragons - which gives them an important power advantage. But they still have to haggle and please their vassals to a certain extent because going on dragonback and burning down the subjects who disagree with you every time is not only Not A Good Look, it's also not feasible. You can't go to war every time you have a disagreement.

Also, important to note that at the time of Rhaenyra being made heir, Viserys' Balerion had been long dead. Rhaenyra was teenage girl, he wasn't going to send her off in any kind of military expeditions. Daemon was the only actual dragon threat, yet he was hardly willing to be fighting any battles that invalidated his claim to the throne.

Anyway, not to digress too much, this is only to imagine a scenario in which Viserys issued such an edict after Aegon's birth, confirming Rhaenyra as heir and trying to pass it off as law -> disgruntled vassals -> need for military reprisals to subjugate them into accepting this new law. I think Viserys realised this really was a pain in the arse and decided to not complicate his life too much and leave things vague in the hopes that "everyone will get along in the end" (he really is non-confrontational if he can avoid it).

But, obviously, enough people in Westeros disagreed that the original oaths were still valid after Aegon's birth* - a complication Viserys had no idea how to solve, so he just avoided it as much as possible. It's also historical fact that two different sets of oath-taking were not enough to ensure Matilda's crown after her father died, so I would really question the practical impact these vows had as a legal instrument. It's very easy as a noble lord to nod your head whenever the King verbally insists his eldest daughter will succeed him, while planning to throw your support to her brother anyway after he dies.

*In addition, a contract cannot be enforced if the terms that lead to the signing of that contract no longer exist; there are legal concepts such as force majeure that account for this. When those oaths were taken, Rhaenyra was an only child, and their options as heir were Rhaenyra or Daemon. When Viserys died, Rhaenyra had three legitimate younger brothers.

[buggiethedrag0n]

HAIIIII my new reference sheet 4 any1 who wants 2 draw meee :333

i have way more outfits than just these 2 but i dont have the energy 2 draw that much lololol

the raccoon tail patterns that go infront of my chest are fake hair extensions btw :)) i have a lotta different ones

ANYWAYYYYYY the rest of mah info under the cut :33 !!!!!!!

Full name: Bugthing (you don’t get to know my last name 😁)

Aliases: Bug, Creature — Buggie (FRIENDS/FAMILY ONLY)

Species: Concept Dragon (Fire, Type 3) / Angel (Type 4) hybrid

Planet of Origination: The Concept Universe / ‘The Void’

Age: I’m not telling you that. (OOC: usually it depends on which universe i throw him it but i typically characterise him as my age. which makes him a minor.)

Height: 8’9”

Gender: Biologically female; identifies as transmasculine & xenogender

Pronouns: He/Him/His, Xey/Xem/Xeirs/ It/Its/Itself, They/Them/Theirs — Blood/Bleed/Bloodself, Gore/Gory/Goreself (FRIENDS/FAMILY ONLY)

Sexuality: Solian, fictosexual, fictoromantic (i use the term aroace in conversations tho, its easier :3)

S/O: None. Technically. Unless you count my F/Os (that being Galacta Knight, Holly/THK, Moonjumper, and Shamura)

Family: Parents, brother, a number of cousins (and technically that one fankid i made for me n holly named Moggie but. They’re not canon.)

I’m an artist and fanfic author, and Nebbie’s assistant as a newly ascended Creator entity!!!!

Buddies with uhhhh God :))) (or Jesus ig but her name is Yk here. I call her Nebulis/Nebs/Nebbie tho. Bc we’re friends :3) (he uses all prns btw)

Bc of my fun powers and rights as Nebbie’s assistant creator I get to travel to whatever universes I feel like. Both to make sure everything’s going well and nobody’s broken the space time continuum and also to hang with my favs.

I like to call myself a Nice Boy(TM) but thats only really to my friends/family (not including my brother because I fucking hate him). I can get REALLY mean when I’m upset/if i don’t like you. But yeah I’m usually pretty ok!! Not the best person out there but at least I’m not a bigot lol. SPEAKING OF BIGOTS a lot of my very outward “”””cringe”””” behaviour is from me just being comfy in my own skin and pissing ableists off On Purpose bc I find it funny (it is).

I’ve lived in the Concept Universe/Void my whole life, but I tend to wander off to various universes both for My Duty(TM) and also I Like The Characters. I was first given the opportunity to leave the Void when I was abt 8 I think? My good buddy/auntcle figure Xephyr asked me and my brother if we wanted to check out what ppl were doing down there (with Nebs’ and our parents’ permission ofc), and we agreed. I’ve never been normal since (that’s a good thing though).

I don’t USUALLY do fighting stuff (unless I’m in like a COTL variation universe or something) but when I do I usually just use fire. I might be a pyromaniac. Which is concerning because I have fire magic and can easily commit arson. Yeag :)

Hex codes

(Not including the bracelets or hair extensions)

Body/both fits or smth:

#0E0E0E — Horns / Burns / Burnt feathers / Fit 1 base

#0400B4 — Iris

#D80000 — Tail tip

#FFB7A7 — Blood / Blush

#F8D7CF — Scars / Wing webbing

#EBE6E6 — Freckles

#FAFAFA — Skin

#FFFFFF — Teeth / Talons / Septum piercing gems / Glasses lenses

#F7FBFF — Sclera

#F2F2F2 — Hair / Feathers (the ones that AREN’T scorched)

#F9DEBF — Halo star / Light magic things 2

#F3B16D — Halo / Light magic things 1

#000000 — Nose / Septum piercing / Fishnets (alt fit) / Glasses frame

Usual fit:

#0F0F0F — Belt base

#910000 — Fit accents

#C40000 — Belt accents

#BEBEBE— Belt buckle

#3A2222 — Socks (ignore the fact that this isn’t in the ref image plsss)

Alt fit:

#161616 — Shirt base

#2E2E2E — Shorts 1

#464646 — Shorts 2

#CCCCCC — Belt buckles

#DFDFDF — Belt 1 studs / Chains / Choker & cuff spikes

#F3F3F3 — Shirt pattern 1 (anarchy symbol)

#81FF5A — Shirt pattern 2

#FF5AEC — Shirt pattern 3

#FA0000 — Cuff / Choker

Funny Rainbow Checker Belt (gets its own section bc SO MANY COLOURS):

#D70000 (red)

#D76D00 (orange)

#D79200 (orange-yellow)

#D7C000 (yellow)

#65D700 (yellow-green)

#00D73E (green)

#00D7BD (teal)

#009ED7 (light blue)

#0034D7 (dark blue)

#5300D7 (purple)

#7200D7 (purple-magenta)

#B600D7 (magenta)

#D700B7 (pink)

#D70065 (pink-red)

Socks (again, its own section bc too many colours):

#FF6690 (pastel red)

#FF9997 (pastel red-orange)

#FFB881 (pastel orange)

#FDFFA7 (pastel yellow)

#84BCFF (pastel blue

#9C84FF (pastel purple)

#A210FF (magenta)

(istg if you draw any nsfw of me ill devour you)>🐜

~bugmod

[isa-ghost]

Isa my darling! Happy Birthday, albeit a couple of days early.

Seeing you screech in Philza's streams because Apollo hit you with that dodgeball yet again makes me giggle a lot.

How about since headcanon's for qPhilza's past/pre island relationship with qFit. How they got to know each other, and how quickly they became friends?

Idr if I said this on Tumblr yet but deadass I asked Apollo on my pendulum if qPhil is his blorbo and he said yes. He's been as invested in shit as me and it's been hilarious. I literally have crows yelling at me irl to keep writing rn but I'm answering headcanons first.

The entire time I've been distracted between writing these, crows have been yelling at me about it. Which. Is how Apollo communicates with me when I'm not actively talking to him through readings LMFAO.

Also thank you for the birthday wish :D [desperately hoping nothing else horrible happens this weekend please god]

Anyway qPhil headcanons masterlist let's go

Disclaimer that I didn't know of Fit before QSMP (I've only been in mcyt for 4 years monkaS) so these are gonna be largely pulled out of my ass and a lil repetitive.

These two both have experiences in anarchy and war, they've definitely brushed shoulders a couple times bc of it

They admired each other's work ofc. Phil is a macro scale kinda guy, total annihilation and victory that makes a statement. Fit's more of a micro scale kinda guy, zeroing in on one person or group individually and making their lives hell until the end in the name of surviving a little longer

On that note, I think we all sleep a little bit on the fact that Fit is Also a survivalist like Phil, just in a very different set of high stakes conditions. These two are equally skilled in it and equally sharp strategists

On that note, anyone who knew them from the past would fear the idea of them coming together to create a plan of any kind, especially of the anarchist-fueled variety. If the Federation has done their research right, they should know full well how terrifying this duo could be in an effort to dismantle their authority

Btw by brushing shoulders I don't just mean brief passings by, I mean they've like. Camped out for a night together, temporarily truced for the sake of safety in numbers, etc. More than a few conversations have been had even if the time they've spent together totals to less than a week.

However, even when they weren't actively paired together, they'd still occasionally trade or gift each other surplus resources. It was a genuine kind act, even if it simultaneously served as a reason for each of them to not come after the other. I scratch your back, you scratch mine.

Like why do you think Fit was one of the first threats on Phil's mind in Purgatory. He Knew(tm). And he knew Fit has an affinity for picking off the weak first, like a lion after a herd of antelope. To him, Purgatory was the awakening of a monster who'd been dormant for a long time.

See, present day they're QPR as fuck, they'd never do this now without 10x the pressure Purgatory put on them, but back in the day they took close notes on each other's strengths and weaknesses. Just In Case, yknow? They could very much kill each other. Back in the day they would've if it came to it, no matter how good an ally they were.

Something about how these two used to be so cold and hard to the world. Be it to self-preserve or some other reason. Something about how now they've both softened and warmed after becoming parents. They never could've imagined the other would "weaken" like this, especially back then.

Phil 🤝🏻 Fit - Phil being a historian of the deities/builds of his Hardcore World, Fit being a historian of 2B2T

A lot of this boils down to mutual respect, common interests, and secret admiration tbh. And what's more homoerotic than that?

They're both crisis preppers. Not doomsday type shit, just. Being ready for shit to hit the fan. They both come from places where life is significantly more dangerous than it is in other realms.

The crazy thing is though? Despite the above, they can't imagine being from each other's realms. Phil would LOATHE 2B2T and Fit would hate the absoluteness of Hardcore. Isolation is absolute, death is absolute. There's no wiggle room or margin for error.

With how adaptive the two of them are due to their origins, they could probably acclimate to any conditions. They'd complain about having to, especially if it was inconvenient, but they could. They used to swap tips & tricks with each other on how to improve their adaptability too.

Fit would've 100% been down to join Phil on Doomsday in DSMP. He was thoroughly impressed when Phil told him the story.

[finsterkiibo]

seeing as I recently got my commissioned Halloween icon and now I’m in Halloween Mode (TM) its a PERFECTTIME to post these goofies ehehe

every year I usually design unique halloween costumes for saiibo seperate from merch but this year I wanted to do something media specific and realized that having saiibomatsu dressed as the one and only anarchy splatcast idols WOULD BE TOO PERFECT TO PASS UP

DEEP CUT SAIIBOMATSU PROPAGANDA IS REAL AND IM SPREADING IT RIGHT NOW

[biracy]

I think people have a weird, highly idealized idea of what a "real punk" actually is. A large amount of "real punks", including extremely influential punk rock musicians, are or were racist, misogynistic, homophobic, antisemitic, etc., and to keep building up barriers that go "welllll um xyz person isn't a REAL PUNK" is to apply like. mid-2010s Tumblr "validity" politics to a genre of music and the subculture surrounding it. "Punk" does not mean "anything that is good", and in that way, not everyone who is "punk" is good. Honestly, tons of punk musicians weren't even "ideologically punk" - Johnny Rotten was never an anarchist, he just knew that performing anarchy makes you popular with young people. However, I'd also kinda argue that to call "punk" a "music-based subculture" in the same vein as being a "metalhead" is also ahistorical - punk rock was named after a preexisting rebellious, often criminalized youth culture that was associated with 60s garage rock because of its "hard-edge", often "amateurish" sound. Basically "punk" is historically a rather loose term that can refer to both the genre of music (and even then, what defines "punk rock"? really and truly?) and the youth culture it's associated with (regardless of whether or not the people involved listen to the Clash or the Sex Pistols), tons of people making the Actual Punk Music(tm) weren't "ideologically punk" at all, and trying to make both the idea that "Being Punk is a MUSIC-BASED SUBCULTURE and if you don't listen to THE MUSIC you're a POSER" AND the idea that "Being Punk is about being an ANARCHIST (like an actual anarchist, politically speaking) and idk. PUNCHING TERFS" work can end up being kind of conflicting, when you look into who's actually been making a lot of the music. This is fine, by the way. I know anarchism is a hard sell and I don't think you need to read theory in order to listen to Blitzkrieg Bop (I know the Ramones sure didn't). I also don't think you need this encyclopedic knowledge of rock history that I have to use "anarchoqueer genderpunk" in your Tumblr bio to concisely describe your politics online. It's not really that big of a deal