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The Reaper and The Death Angel Part 37

I've got covid and I feel like death. However, if I don't write, I'll do nothing all day long and it's the only thing taking my mind off how I feel. Please enjoy!

Part 36

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Contains: Fluff, angst, violence, canon typical misogyny, smut (oral sex F receiving, fingering, P in V)

7.K Words

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Home again, home again, jiggety jig.

"Oh Herman, you're gonna want to hear what I just found out."

Holt came screaming around the corner with the stack of faxed papers in his hands, waving it with a strange look on his face, "you sure?"

You nodded, "yep, positive. I've got to have this phone call then I'll be in to go over my theory."

"Sorry about that. I just crossed referenced some things, the developer Hale is trying to get into Charming is a serial arsonist or is hiring one, to burn down buildings so he can buy then at a lower price. So far all the fires have been in Oakland but it's only a matter of time before it happens here."

"Shit, I'll have Miles and Phill go to Lumpy's make sure nothing goes wrong, thanks for letting us know so soon."

You could hear him yelling orders in the background, "I've got some Anvil guys to go down there as well, we can never be too sure. What happened to Shepard?"

"He bailed, dude had the heart of a bird that was scared of its own shadow."

It wasn't a surprise, "alright friend, I've got to head back to work but I've faxed all the details to you. I'm going to see if there's someone in Oakland who will lend me their ear."

Kozik chuckled, "who you got in mind wonder woman?

"Damon Pope."

"The IRA already put out a kill order."

Stahl huffed, "if you want to get reduced time for the Club you need to try harder."

Jax hung up, as he walked up the stairs, Maureen came down them, "I'm not sorry about Trinity, but I'm really glad you told her."

She waved her hand, "you did the right thing Jax, thank you."

He pulled her into his arms, "I've got something you boys might want to see." They walked into the inn and Maureen handed them an address, she didn't know what it was for but she hoped it would help them find Jimmy.

When they showed up, they found Sean Casey dead and a stack of paperwork that put Jimmy squarely in the Russian's pocket. When Happy found Casey's teeth at his feet Chibs was rushing off to find his family while someone called Juice.

Sam went over the strewn about files, "Putlova? He's in Norcal, right?"

Clay picked up the bit of paper, "yeah, he is. Call Tig see what he can find out. Remind me again what your sister's guy came up with?"

Sam shrugged, "standard Russian Mafia stuff, they own strip clubs and brothels throughout the state. They have a small gun-running business but nothing close to what the Irish have. Nothing she found was of much help past that."

Clay nodded, "get some of this Cyrillic to her, see if she can translate it before we find Jimmy."

Sam was halfway to dialing you, "already done, it will take her five minutes tops."

"Hey little brother, how can I help?"

You could hear the shuffle of papers, "I just sent you some photos, can you tell me what's going on?"

You huffed, "that was a silly question."

The photos came through on the Anvil app seconds later, "it's the names of shell companies, four to be exact. One is shipping, one is moving and packing specifically for large shipping containers, one is trucking and the other is load security. I'll send you the names but it looks like they're all California companies."

"You are a life saver, we owe you so hard." He hung up after a very quick goodbye, "Clay, y/n came through. I've got something."

********

You straightened your lab coat one last time before walking into the building, "hello miss, how can I help you today?"

You smiled warmly, "I'm Dr y/n, I need to see Mr Pope. Please tell him I'm here about some fires in a handful of low income properties in one of his neighbourhoods, I'm not with the cops, I'm just a concerned citizen."

She smiled, "he's very busy but I'll see what I can do, have a seat right over there."

Half an hour later, you were being called into his office, "hello Dr l/n, how can I help you today?"

You smiled and accepted his extended hand, "you don't remember me do you?" He tilted his head, "we were at a funeral for a little girl, Heather Willams, she went missing, I was the one who identified her."

He nodded softly, "I do remember you, you came with all the staff from the lab where her body was being held."

"Yes, fortunately, I'm not here about dead children today. Have you heard of a Mr Mason Tutler?"

He squinted and picked up his office phone, "yeah Jenny, send August in, please." About a minute later, a tall man in a grey suit walked in.

"What do you want with Mr Tutler?"

It sounded like he didn't like the man, "I believe he's responsible for fires that took the lives of people in your old neighbourhood. I have all the proof I need to send him to prison for the rest of his life but I can't go to Charming PD because all the fires happened in Oakland. I also know that some of the fires happened in buildings you were going to buy so you have every reason to want this man behind bars."

"What's in this for you?"

You turned to August, "this man he's working with is Charming's main developer Jacob Hale, who almost hired a Neo-Nazi to beat a holocaust survivor. You can understand that I don't want fires catching at home." Pope smiled, it was hard to tell if it was false.

"Let me call a detective I know and we'll go over this together. Are you here because of that huge warehouse fire, last I heard it was a drug cook gone wrong?"

You shook your head, "nope, had our machines not picked up on the minute traces of accelerant, it would have been ruled that way but it was there. I had someone I know and trust look into other fires in buildings Mr Tutler owned or was interested in and found the same thing."

The defective arrived much faster than you expected, "Dr l/n has something I'm sure will interest you."

You went over the information, pausing to answer questions and give more details. The detective looked over the photos of the burn patterns, "why do you think he's done this?"

"Personally, I think he loves money but if I was to go with what I'd say in court? He chooses properties that are either owned by small businesses or ones slated for low income and subsidised housing. My guess he's using the tax breaks and government handouts to fill his pockets while using poor buildinng materials and cheap labour. The rest of the money goes into his pockets.

"Well this is… I can arrest him the moment I leave with all of this. Can you fax the lab reports to me in organised crime and I'll file them with the arrest paperwork?"

You nodded, "done."

Pope locked his fingers together, he looked like someone out of the Godfather, "what do you really get out of this?"

You smiled, "I told you, justice for the six burnt bodies I had to wade through over the last few days. However, if you feel like you owe me something, you don't."

"At least let us pass your name on to the people affected, I'm sure their lawyers would want to know this before he hits the courts."

You shrugged, "if you want to do something, make sure you find a link to Jacob Hale. He'll do this to my neighbourhood if given a chance and I can't let that happen."

Pope nodded, "that's all you want?"

"Yep, I have no motives other than bad people getting what's coming to them. What happened to Heather's killer tells me you want the same thing."

He looked at August then gave you a half smile, "you are an impressive young woman. Here's my card, if you have anything else you want to discuss please don't hesitate to call."

You took the business card from him, "thank you, Mr Pope, August, the offer goes the same way. I'm sure the kids you buy ice creams for would love a tour of my museum."

****

"Are we any closer with a location?" Clay shook his head, "nothing panned out, can your sister do some more digging?"

Sam nodded, "I'll talk to her but she's swamped with a problem with Hale, something about a dirty developer."

Clay didn't look impressed, "leave her to that, we can have him growing another head while we're here."

Before the others could suggest something, the priest showed up. "We have word on Jimmy, we think he's about to board a Russian plane back to the states, I think I've managed to convince the Kings to allow you to handle it but they still need to decide. The moment they come back with their decision, you have to move."

They shared a look, "get us his location and we'll do it."

Jax turned towards Sam, "call Russo, tell him we'll be leaving soon." Sam was already on the phone by the time Jax was done talking.

"I will be back with news soon."

The priest left and there was silence in his wake, "he can't get out of the country."

Juice was understandable upset, "we know, we'll get to him in time." It took an hour before the kings came back with their decision.

"One of Jimmy's soldiers gave up his location, you are to follow your task then leave Ireland, we will be in touch when you land back in the states." They raced off as soon as they were allowed to, heading to the address that they were given.

It was an aeroplane hanger, the wheat fields around it were damp with the rain and they could smell the farms in the distance. As they drove up, they could hear people moving around, Jimmy voice was clear, along with a handful of thick Russian accents.

Clay put his finger to his lips as the others pulled their guns. They rounded the corner and the men stopped still for the briefest of moments before drawing their guns and firing, the Sons returning with their own bullets.

"Get him into the plane." There was a rush of bodies and the rage of the muzzle flashed as they loaded Jimmy into the plane, the Sons were pinned down by heavy fire as the pilot started pulling out of the hanger, as Sam raised his gun to aim at the plane, Jax pulled him back, they couldn't focus on Jimmy now.

"Fuck."

Jax turned around to see Happy clutching his arm, yelling over the gunfire, "you right brother?"

Happy cursed again, "it's just a graze."

Jax nodded, "we need to get out of here." They retreated slowly, at this point the small Russian force was on the back foot and got onto their bikes.

As they pulled into the safety of the road, they watched the plane climb into the sky.

"Fuck."

********

You were driving down the highway with Ima and Abel in tow, the stars had just starting to come over the sky. "Is there a reason you were asking Cindy about her design business?"

You nodded, "yeah, Anvil's looking to do some more high-end stuff, including luxury boat rides for their wealthy clients who want to party in safety and style. I saw some of her stuff and thought she'd be a good fit. Billy's sent her the contract just before I left."

"Wow, that soon?"

She seemed very surprised, "yep I own a large amount of the company, Billy trusts me."

She smiled softly, "when does their Oakland field office open?"

Abel was babbling along, doing his best to contribute, "two weeks, I wanted to ask Jax if he wants to come to the opening party but he's got so much going on right now."

Ima shrugged, "I'm sure he'd love to go, it's only one night." She took out her phone as you stopped at the lights, a car pulled up behind you, close enough that it was rude. Out of habit, you checked that all the doors were locked, they were. Your ears pricked as you heard the doors of the other car open, you looked in the rearview mirror to see two men with guns on their hips getting out.

"Act natural, someone's about to try and carjack us. This thing's a tank, they'd need a bomb to get into it so we're just going to sit here, call the cops."

Knock knock

One of the men was standing at your window, "can I help you sir?"

He was doing his best to act normal, "yeah, we're really lost. Can you point us to Charming?"

You gestured behind you, "you're on the right track, keep following his road then turn left and you'll be there. Is there anything else I can help you with?" Ima was on the phone, you could hear Hale saying he was on his way.

You got out your phone and snapped a picture with the flash on, "sir, if you're going to try and rob us it's not going to work. This thing is a tank, did Jacob Hale send you?" His eyes went wide as he looked to the other man, Ima was keeping herself together.

"My child is in the car, I will not hesitate to kill you if you put him or my passenger in danger. I have your faces, leave now and this stays between us."

He went to pull his gun but you were faster, "not a good idea, I've killed far more men than you, would you like to test me?" His friend checked Ima's door, "they're all locked, you can check all of them if you want." Another car pulled, and they turned their heads.

"Keep driving." But the driver didn't move at the sight of the gun, and with the opening of the door, Hale and two of his deputies we getting out.

"Put the guns down." They went to run but you opened the door on one of the men, the shock of the heavy thing hitting him stunned him enough that he hit the ground. He took one look at your gun in his face and put his hand up.

"Move and you die." The other man was frozen to the spot as Hale put him in cuffs, something about the way he looked at Ima, you imagine his smug smile set her off and she was coming out of the car. The deputy holding the man was shocked enough that he didn't react right away, then Ima's fist flew at his face.

"You fucking asshole, my nephew's in the car." Hale made no move to stop her as her knee met his crotch as he flopped over, it was only after her shoe met his face did someone pull her away.

"Shit Ima, you know how to hit a guy."

She smiled, "it's been a long week, I really wanted to hit something."

You held up a finger to signal to the deputies to stay where they were, "I've sent their photos off to a friend of mine, she's going to get back to me in ten minutes. That's the time you have to come clean or I'm going to ask Charming PD to add child endearment to your rap sheet, I'm sure that will make jail fun."

"It was his brother, but he just wanted us to scare you, I swear."

David walked off and the men were loaded into the back of the car, "David, do nothing, we have no proof."

He swallowed, "I'll keep them away from the phones, I hope you know what you're doing."

You climbed back into the car and drove away, "you good?"

She nodded and looked behind her, "he has no idea what just happened."

You smiled, "I think we should head home and eat ice cream on the couch."

"Good idea."

****

"We know that Jimmy is heading back to Northan California with the Russians. You'll only have a small window to get to him, we need you to kill him." This flip-flopping was really starting to get to them. They shared an unimpressed look, "it's come with rewards, a massive expansion to your gun business."

Clay put a cigar in his mouth, "if you do this, we'll give you access to our full arsenal. AR-Fifteens, MP5s, RPGs, everything. Plus all of Jimmy's contacts in the Western US. It means putting up more charters, creating more alliances. You think The Reaper is up to that challenge?"

Clay nodded, "yeah, I think we can help you out."

There was a knock on the door, it was Juice with their bags, "time to go guys." They left soon after, waiting at the hangar for the plane to arrive, just before they boarded, Jax got a phone call.

"Hey Darlin, we're just about to fly home. Is everything ok?" It struck him as strange, you would be at work right now, there's no way you call outside one of your breaks.

"Jacob Hale just tried to have me killed, while Abel and Ima were in the car."

Jax took a sharp breath, "is everyone ok?"

He was starting to shake, "we're all fine. One of the guys said that he was just sent to scare me but when David went through his phone they found the opposite, it was a paid for hit."

"We're getting on the plane now, we'll be home by the time you wake up in the morning."

You could hear the fear and anger in the voice, "we'll meet you there. We're ok, I promise."

****

Billy laid a hand on your leg, "they'll be here in twenty minutes, stop worrying."

You bounced your leg anyway, "this is the second time something almost happened to Abel on my watch, what kind of mother puts their child in that much danger."

Billy shook his head, "you had him in a bomb proof car in the car seats that are rated to be used for high ranking government staff, nothing was going to happen to him. Ima is fine and Hale is probably going to prison. Stop worrying, that's on order."

You chuckled, "me not worrying? You don't know me very well."

He shook his head, "go inside and play with Abel, I'll wait out here." Billy came to get you just as their bikes pulled up.

You raced up to Jax and he all but lifted you into the air, "I miss you so much Darlin."

You rubbed your nose with his, "I missed you too." Billy handed him Abel, who lifted his little hands and tugged on Jax's beard.

"I missed you too little man." Before the reunion could continue, Clay got a call. The call was short, Clay spoke very little and seemed unimpressed, he almost crushed his phone as he hung up. "That was Arizona, they'll be here in two days. They're working closely with the Mayans charter in Santo Padre and want to talk about a bigger cut if we start selling them more guns."

Jax huffed and his head dropped against your shoulder, "the work never ends."

You shook your head, "no it doesn't."

Sam cleared his throat, "I'm here too."

You rolled your eyes at him, "yeah well, you smell like a foot so I'm not hugging you until you've had a shower."

He laughed and pulled you away from Jax, hugging you so hard that your face was pushed into his chest, "I missed your too sis."

Jax and Sam slept the whole day and into the night when they got home, Jax only waking up when Abel wouldn't stop crying. "You feeling better now?"

He shrugged, "still a little jet lagged but I'm happy to be home, have you heard anymore about Hale?"

You nodded, "yep, they're drawing up the warrant now."

"I don't want you leaving the house without protection. We have church, then I'll be home."

You went to protest but Jax put a firm hand on your shoulder, "I almost lost you and Abel twice in as many months, I know you can look after yourself and I know you'll do anything to protect our son but please do it for me."

You smiled softly, "alright, are you going to tell Kip about his patch today?"

Jax chuckled and buried his head in your neck, "yep. I love the fact that a local politician is trying to kill you and you're thinking of someone else." His hand came up to put a strand of hair behind your ear.

"We'll be home for a late dinner but don't wait up if you're tired."

You nodded and Jax pressed a firm kiss to your lips, "can you give us everything you have on Hale and his buddies?"

You walked to the bench and handed him a thick file, "that's everything, but Penelope is expecting your call, I've put her number at the top."

Thank Darlin, I love you."

"Love you too."

****

"Take off the kutte." Kip's eyes went wide as he pulled the leather off his back, "put in on the table." He placed it in front of Chibs, who sliced off the prospect patch. Just as he was about to walk out, the table burst out into cheers and the other rockers were placed on the now blank kutte.

"Welcome to SAMCRO Sack." He sat down next to Chibs and they started to go over the events of the last few days.

"I didn't know y/n's guy was actually a woman."

Sam smiled, "Derek Morgan, the tall black guy setting up Anvil's Oakland office, is her husband. She's the biggest ray of sunshine on the planet."

"Y/n said she talked to some Oakland hot shot about Mason Tutler. From what she said we won't need to worry about him after this guy gets to him."

Kozik shook his head, "you old lady is one scary chick."

Jax smiled, "I know, who did she talk to?"

"Damon Pope, apparently he used to be a shot caller for the gangs in Oakland, he still helps with The Niners, but now he's a community leader. She told me he had a child molester who she helped put away get killed inside."

Sam huffed, "I like this guy already."

Jax tilted his head, "was that the Heather Willams case? I remember when she read about the guy's death in the paper. She said she thought someone at the funeral might have been responsible but she didn't go into it."

"If she thinks it's him she won't say anything to us, she would have said something to him though."

Juice flipped through the paper in the files, "I'll call Penelope, we'll see it she has anything else to say."

"Hello gentlemen, y/n told me you'd be calling."

She did sound like a ray of sunshine, "what can you tell us about this developer?"

There was the clanking of keys, "nothing now, he's dead. Killed by a tenth street killer gang member four hours ago. The killer said his little sister was burnt in a fire in a building he owned, said he saw him and couldn't contain himself."

Someone huffed, "wow, this Pope guy really comes through. What about Hale?"

Penelope tutted, "we have enough of a paper trail to put him in prison for the rest of his life. He'll have to pull out as mayor now. Can I help you with anything else?"

Clay shook his head, "no thanks, you've been a huge help."

"It's nothing, I hope to see Jackson at Anvil's opening party in two weeks. Call me whenever you need a hand." Jax blinked in confusion, you have never mentioned the party to him.

"What's next?"

Sam rubbed his face, "we've reached out to the Russian but we're still waiting to hear back, other than that, there's nothing to report."

Clay slammed the Gavel, "head home guys. Arizona will be here early in the morning but they won't be here for long. I know we've got a lot going on but this could be big for us so I expect everyone to be on their best behaviour."

****

"Hey."

Jax pulled you into his arms, "hey." You walked him to the kitchen and handed him a ladle, "we're just about to sit down for dinner, help yourself."

Jax piled his plate high and sat down, "did I hear right that you kicked one of the guys in the calls?"

Ima nodded, "yep, he deserved it. What should Jax wear to the Anvil party?"

Your eyes went wide, "umm, it's doesn't matter, there's so much going and I can guarantee it won't be any fun."

Jax waved his hand, "I want to go, this has been in the works for months."

You rolled your eyes, "a three piece suit, sorry."

Jax smiled, "done, I can't wait to see your dress."

The conversation went on late into the night, "I beat, I'm heading to bed. They're letting me back in the lab tomorrow but only if Hale's arrested. I'll be at the Clubhouse for when Arizona shows up."

Jax walked into the bedroom soon after you, "I'm really sorry all this is happening."

You shrugged, "this is nothing Jax. When I was overseas, the biggest bounty on my head was forty million US dollars, I get offended if someone isn't trying to kill me."

Jax chuckled, "your grandfather would be proud, a Neo-Nazi wants you dead."

You smiled softly, "yeah he would be. I miss him so much sometimes. He didn't care I'm into women, I brought a girlfriend to the house expecting him and my grandmother to never speak to me again but he hugged her and said that the only thing that mattered was that I was happy."

"I'm sorry I never got to meet him."

You dropped your forehead onto his chest, "he would have loved you, probably would have asked you to help him with one of his old cars."

Jax pulled you into his arms, "let's hit the hay, it's been a long week."

"Good idea, good night beloved."

"Good night Darlin, I love you."

****

The pounding on the bedroom door woke you up, "aah, what?"

Sam pushed and the door flew open, seconds later the newspaper was being thrown and your head, "read it." Sam yelled it as he walked away, Jax was looking around bleary eyed.

"What was that?" You showed him the front page.

"Trouble in paradise, how Jacob Hale might spend the rest of his life inside."

"Shit, you going to work today?"

You nodded, "yeah, I'll have David come to the lab to take my statement, I'll be at the Clubhouse just after five."

Jax smiled, "are you forgetting something?" You tilted your head then it hit you, so you leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Good morning beloved."

****

"Ahh, a Mr Pope with a handful of tiny humans at the door for you."

You smiled, "send them in, they're here for the tour." Seconds later, Pope and a group of ten children arrived, "Hello everyone, when I offered Mr Pope some tours for his friends, I didn't think he would act so soon. Where would everyone like to start?"

All the hands went up, "can we start with the Dinosaurs?"

"Of course we can." Pope walked next to you while you showed the kids around, "I hope that young man has a good lawyer, temporary emotional distress is a valid defence."

Pope nodded, "don't worry, he'll be taken care of. All these kids lost their homes, we're helping but I figured they enjoy a break."

You nodded, "this is the best part of my job, I need it just as much as they do."

He smiled, "yeah, I get that. Thank you for bringing up the issue that started all of this. August and I do our best to keep the neighbourhood safe but with guys like this, sometimes they slip through the cracks."

The tour finished just after three, Pope pulled you aside as the kids were getting their faces painted by Angela and her intern, "my offer still stands, if you ever need anything, please call. I think we could do a lot of good together."

"Thank you Mr Pope, I can say the same thing for you. You have my numbers."

****

You put on a simple outfit for the Club party, jeans and a nice button up black top with sheer sleeves and a mesh back that showed off your crow. Jax walked over to you as you got out of the car, Arizona was already there, milling around the compound.

"Hey, how was your day?"

You shrugged, "good, I'm halfway through a case and I got to give some kids from Oakland a tour. Have you heard anymore about Hale?"

Jax nodded, "he's been at the station all day, it looks like he's going to plead to a lesser charge but it's hard to say."

The sight of Billy's car pulled your attention away, "did you call him?"

Jax shook his head, "nope, did you?"

You waved to your friend, "nope, he must be here about the field office." Sure enough, Billy spoke to Sam and Jax about T-M doing the vehicle maintenance for Anvil.

"It's pretty simple, you send your guys our way, we train them for a week at our expense and then they do all our cars. You don't all have to come all at once but we'd like it if you all did the training."

Jax tilted his head, "why didn't you bring this to Clay?"

Billy was blunt, "because y/n didn't endorse him. You guys can handle it, I'm sure Gemma will be fine doing to programing. I have no problem telling Clay why."

Billy actually waved Clay over to speak to him, "while you do own this business, I like to work with people I know well and I know these two far better than I know you. I'm sure the two million dollar advance, the free top notch training and this massive contact make up for the fact that I brought this to you step-son and not you?"

Clay nodded, "I get it, you know these guys and you don't know me. I'm grateful we chose us. Stay tonight, drinks are on us."

Billy looked over at you, "why not, free booze is free booze."

****

The night was fun until the party really started, the man who caused problems for you last time Arizona was here was still in the Club, even if no one liked him. You were talking to Billy and Jax when you saw the man talking to the new Arizona prospect, and then he was coming up to you.

"You still with Teller."

You drew back away from him, "do I know you?"

He crossed his arms, "I asked you a question, are you still with Teller?"

You nodded, "yes, why do you want to know?" He was acting like Jax wasn't even there, when he went to intervene, you put your hand up.

"I don't appreciate your attitude. As you can see, I'm still with Jackson, why do you want to know?"

He was getting pissed off and you had no idea why, "because you're a bitch." Your eyes went wide, Billy had moved in front of Jax so he couldn't do anything.

"Can I help you or are you just going to insult me?"

He huffed and turned to Jax, "you shouldn't have an old lady that everyone hates."

Billy was working to keep Jax at bay. "How about this, I go around and ask everyone how they feel and say you told me no one likes me."

He looked like he didn't want that, "you really love the sound of your own voice, don't you." You looked behind him and the other member was watching on, "walk away dude, if you have a problem with me, take it up with Clay." He went to walk away but when he met the eye of the Arizona man, he turned around and slapped you across the face.

Billy put all his weight into stopping Jax from moving and the Clubhouse went silent. You looked the prospect in the eye and started to talk, "who put you up to this? No prosepct in their right mind would hit the old lady of the mother charter's VP. Was it your friend behind you?" He looked behind him and did his best to backtrack but you were walking past him and standing in front of the man.

"Don't bother lying, was it you?"

He sneered, "yeah it was, you need to learn your place."

You smiled, "don't be a coward sir. If you want to hit me, let's put on gloves and head to the ring now. I'll sweeten the deal, we do two ten-minute rounds, MMA, and if you win, I'll never come to a party while you're here again."

He crossed his arms over his chest, "fine but no tapping out, until we're pulled apart, it doesn't stop."

You stuck your hand out, "done."

Jax was shifting from foot to foot, "what is she thinking?"

Billy smiled, "she's thinking she wants to beat a man to death tonight. This has happened before and she almost killed him. It's going to end every bad for him." You walked up to them, having dressed in clothes from your car and gotten tap and MMA gloves from your trunk and handed the tap to Billy.

"Please don't kill him, it would be bad for business."

You smiled, "I'm not going to kill him, I can't say if he'll ever ride again when I'm done with him." With the tapping done and your gloves on, you stepped into the ring.

Bobby came between you two, "now, you've agreed among yourselves the rules. But we don't want any problems so no cheap shots." Put placed your glove out for him to touch but he ignored it. Billy leaned in with a sadist smile on his face and it started.

The man didn't stand a chance, after one well placed hit to his jaw he was stunned and couldn't recover. They watched on as he took hit after hit after hit. His face was soon bloody, and he could bearly stand up.

"Are you thinking this is hot or scary?"

Jax couldn't take his eyes off you, "both. Oh fuck." He shrank into his skin when you placed a well aimed kick to the man's knees, the crack noise filling the air and the man hit the mat. You were on top of him within seconds, shoving his hand away from you while you pummeled his face.

Jax noticed you were holding the man's head off the canvas by his hair and he can recall when Sam told him that most of the damage from punching someone came from hitting them against a hard surface. You were pulled off him spitting mad when he went limp, Billy and Jax jumping in when Bobby was struggling to keep you back.

"I'm not fucking finished."

Jax held you tighter, "yes you are. It's done, look at him." He was still motionless on the mat, you shrugged Jax off you and walked up the Armando who was watching with Clay.

"Do you have a problem with me?"

He put his hands in the air, "no ma'am, he made his bed and now he needs to lay in it. I'm going to have a serious talk with my men about respect. I've always liked you, so do the other guys, I'm sorry this happened."

You nodded, "great, if it does happen again, you'll be the one bleeding on the mat."

You looked at Jax and put a still tapped hand out, "what to help me clean up?"

Jax smirked, "sure Darlin." You took his hand in yours and walked to his old dorm. Before you could blink, Jax was slamming the door and pushing you against it.

"That was so fucking hot, I swear to God, I've never seen something so sexy in my life."

You smiled, "I wanted to kill him, I could have too, if I could have gotten away with it."

Jax had Sam's voice ringing in his head, "it means the death angel."

"I would have let you." He pulled away and looked at your cheek, "you ok?"

You nodded, "I'm fine, it won't even bruise."

He took your hands in his and unwrapped them. "Now that that's taken care of."

Your back was against the door as he leaned in to kiss you, it was firm and you could feel his teeth meet your lower lip. "You want this?"

You nipped his lip, "yep, nothing better than sex after vanquishing a foe."

Jax smiled and ripped your top off, then yanked your pants down your legs for you to kick them off. He shoved you against the door again, then pulled you away and pushed you into the bed.

He was on top of you within seconds, smirking down at you like he was going to unhinge his jaw and eat you. "I can't believe you're mine. I am the luckiest man in the world."

He kissed you like you had the last breath on the planet in your lungs. Then he was pulling his own clothes off while you ran your hands over his firm torso. "See something you like?"

You bit your lower lip, "every fucking day." He yanked you to the edge of the end and dropped to his knees, lifting you towards him as he buried his face into your core.

"You taste like heaven."

You pushed his face towards you, "less talking more action." You felt him smile against you as his tongue darted out to lick your clit. His beard was scratching your skin as he slid two of his thick fingers inside you, "oh my God, more please." Jax chuckled and sucked your clit into his mouth, his other hand gripping your leg firmly enough for you to bruise.

"Jax, I'm close." He doubled down, adding a third finger before crooking them and rubbing your G-spot. "Ah fuck." You clenched around him as Jax used his forearm to stop your hips from bucking, Jax pulled away before the orgasm ended, making your groan in frustration.

"You're being a dick." He smirked and wiped his face with his hand, spreading your legs as wide as he could before stepping between them and lining himself up with your entrance.

"Please." Jax nodded and slid inside you in one hard thrust, setting a rough pace that made you hold onto the sheets so you weren't shoved up the bed

"Tell me you mine."

You smiled and ran a hand up his chest and to his face, Jax leaning down to kiss you, "I'm yours."

Jax grunted against your lips as his hips slammed into yours, "I love you so much."

His hand went to rub your clit while he lifted your lower half off the bed with the other. "I love you too." Jax grunted again, his knees shaking a little.

"Jax please." He smirked and rubbed your clit faster as you squeezed around him, then he was pulsing inside you and falling onto your chest. "That was amazing, but I need a shower."

He laughed and took a deep breath against your skin, "really? I think you smell amazing." You shook your head.

"I stink and I'm pretty sure I have blood on me."

He smiled again, holding you tight so you couldn't get up, "Jackson, let me go or I will bite you."

Jax shook his head, "you say that like it's a bad thing."

You laughed and nipped his shoulder, "will you let me up if I let you join me?" He smirked, "of course Darlin, I was waiting for you to ask."

You shook your head, "you're insufferable."

****

After your shower, Jax drove you home and now you were sitting in bed in his lap while he ran his fingers over your bruised knuckles. "I'm really sorry that happened to you, I should have stepped in long before it got violent." You lifted his hand to your lips and pressed a kiss to his fingers.

"My brave knight, I wasn't going to let you and neither was Billy. I can handle myself."

He huffed, "I can see that, I don't think that guy's ever going to think about you again, let alone try and talk to you."

You turned over in his arms and buried your face in his chest, "I love you so much Jackson, I hope you know that."

He gave an affirmative grunt, "I know, I love you too."

You kissed him softly and you felt something prod at your tight, "really Jax, I'm not that hot."

Jax smiled and nuzzled his nose along yours, "bullshit, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He rolled on top of you and sucked on your neck while his hand moved down your body, just before it could slide into your pants, someone knocked on the door.

"You guys decent?"

It was Sam, "morally or am I currently in the middle of something? No to the first one, yes to the second."

He groaned behind the door, "you guys need to see this."

Jax climbed off of you and opened the door, Sam showing him a Fax.

"Jacob Hale, witness protection application."

Jax took the paper from Sam's hand, "what the fuck is this."

Sam shrugged, "looks like he turned on someone, David will be here tomorrow to talk to everyone about it."

You shook your head, "the bad guy never gets what he deserves, does he?"

Jax smiled sadly, "I'll fix this, I promise."

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campaign 3 episode 51: like a fucking fiddle

I am Afraid

sam riegel has never played a video game in his life

dslkjfskl he has to read all the disclaimers for the audio-only people

oh nooo

laura you're the main character how could you

"polishing the knobs"

I got distracted playing with my moon lamp

I can theoretically make it red but eh

the monitor I'm watching on trends warm so the lighting tonight is gonna be fun for me

do we need a deep dive on fcg right this fucking instant

donna noble voice: sometimes you need someone to stop you

poor laura

she probably had so much tea that day. or that weird chinese cough syrup they seem to swear by

stop spending all your spells on sending

"that wasn't an accident"

ira's gonna kill xandis and gank the ship

like I'll be very happy to be proven wrong but magic 8 ball says Unlikely

"sam did a lot of pharmaceuticals before this game"

threaten ira with nana morri

sam suffering for his art

sam's gonna fuck with laura about her voice all gd night isn't he

am I the only person old enough to remember Big Guy and Rusty the Boy Robot

I'm a simple bitch, I hear "three-pronged claw" and I think Doctor Loboto

someone get him some tinfoil

him leg too big for him got-dam robit

"how do I see - " "take the glasses off"

samuel

damn, nobody can talk tonight

okay where's the bioshock au fanart

they're ALL gonna fuck with laura about her voice

ashley

sam's fuckin gas can

"traveler's garments" they're all wearing green cloaks

NATURAL 20 OF FUCK OFF

oh shit

dunamis bunny

oh somebody finally commented on the warder/water thing

notohan

not the "son"

oh that's not great

ngl I dozed off until everybody yelled @ initiative

I am saving my attention span for when the moon hatches

"wiz kids exists!"

this can obviously only end well

"I'm going to then shit"

rapidly hiding and scarfing food OR me playing breath of the wild

"massive explosions" found caleb

oh NICE

NOT NICE

it was a good idea tho

PROJECT CHICKEN LITTLE

[puts xandis in a bubble]

pls no break ryn

NO BREAK RYN

not the Guess I'll Die

who left the robot unsupervised

HEY

PUT HIM DOWN

"uh-oh-regard"

UH-OH-REGARD

CAN WE HAVE A KEYLETH PLS

we need the Marisha Convergence

every time with the petrify and the arms

I WOULD LIKE TO ORDER AN AIRSHIP PLEASE

HEY WHAT

HEY W H A T

PUT TIME BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME

YEAH

godDAMMIT

LET US HAVE NICE THINGS

"and that's when scanlan shorthalt arrived" listen I'm still crossing my fingers for kiki to bring grog

fcg! buzzsaw!

oh thank GOD xandis booked it

correct response

fucking reddit atheist bro

MATTHEW

that was a hair you didn't need to split

oh cool now I'm crying

"looks important, better push everything"

WHERE KIKI

IS KIKI??

KEYTEOR???

KEYTEOR!!!

MARISHA CONVERGENCE

matthew

sir

matthew you have to drive home with her

THE BOY

he's gonna be in so much trouble with his mom

BUT

liam piecing his brain back together in real time

"he's just so attractive~"

I need this animated. vax as described in the dalen's closet one-shot but animated

nooooo he was so close

god there's not even half an hour left what happens

MONKEY

"let a monkey end this"

WEREWOLF OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE

okay that was a good line, I'll give chetney that one

godDAMMIT

like a bird off a windshield

hey I hate it

god I'm so glad my kid's off school tomorrow, no way I sleep after this

noooOOOO

they fucked with keyleth to draw her in bc they knew it'd bring vax in??? is that what fucking happened???

HEY MATT WHAT THE FUCK

NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME FOR GROG

oh we have LAURA book-on-head

that's never good

somebody get liam a goddamn fainting couch

they just got fucking BLASTED

is robit on moon???

they're on WILDEMOUNT???

what the FUCK

okay I mean this very legitimately somebody get liam a bottle of water and a blanket. like shit.

somebody get ME a bottle of water and a blanket.

#critical role #spoilers #crititag #liveblog #reaction post

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Breaking Benjamin - I Will Not Bow (Official Video)

youtube

We're saying is you're singing about breaking your father and Benjamin is representative of us and you're singing about us too the problem is you're seeing it from the perspective of Benjamin and you don't realize it and you're seeing it wrong and you're stupid and where Benny his son he's not really laughing because he's kind of Ziggy and it's kind of stardust so he kind of gets it but he's really stardust because she's related to him you don't understand any of this stuff

Savage opress

What size is a living nightmare for them like when Becca's head came off that was a nightmare and he's saying we use it to spy with and we take people and we have that done and sometimes we had to save people by doing that and they don't like you and he's just saying that he says but for real they're doing that to people cutting heads off and taking them and lots of people and it comes off so often they start doing that and it looks like the max are doing it now but for real you people are in a war and you're unaware of what happens to people it's very strange you're so dumb. You're in these buildings and you can see the buildings that you demolish and they're going to take the material and they said it too and they confirmed it with me and you're going to help you and you think you're going to take it and you're not because you lack the armament and the ships that we're taking and you start getting mad like a little baby boy it takes too much effort and you don't have the big equipment anymore at that time it's all going it's because you're a big mouth cuz you're a big huge a****** and you're a huge loser everybody had problems with you that UMass and our friend had problems with you too you threatened to throw you out the window cuz you wouldn't shut the f****** you came back and you're sitting near his room saying stupid s*** so he said move out of my way I'm going to hit you he said no I'll tell the IRA cuz you'll tell him after I hit you and I know him so he moves out of the way and he said you won't get away with it forever so you're going to be missing tonight and he went missing so he's saying this I'm going to report you to the police is it going to look at you and you're a s*** and you hit the Max and you hit others and I'll start a little fight between you and get rid of your assholes remember what I told you that I'm going to do to you if you do that try and remember it s*** so he went ahead and did it and start a fight ended up dead his people end up gone so it's just a natural function and you're a loser so you got really mad and started trying to do stuff and he got killed quite a bit one day so one of his fell right next to him off the building and he starts saying it's him and he tried to do something to you and you got killed he had thrown down the stairs all the flights of stairs hit something to do with you ripping off the doors to the elevator shaft and you said it was that guy and that guy got killed no it's Brad and Brad said the day after she said you don't remember me do you you know oh my gosh that's the guy that rips the doors off elevators and we can't do it you started trying to apologize and you left since I'm not going to hit you if you figure out who did it and you're playing Mac and it really is the max so here he is shining the light into the window and my grand nephew is flipping in the bird and he can see it it doesn't believe a stupid story he does know about the iron Cross but that's not what it means but it really means is that he's a huge a****** and he's going to pay for his crimes right now we're going after him we're going to arrest him he had beat up again.

Mac Daddy

We're going to redouble our efforts on this guy Dave I'm going to take more of his stuff and right now he's a huge a****** he deserves it too and you didn't do s*** today for himself and he thinks he did

It's such a stupid moron you're going to level some of his areas

Thor Freya

You people here you too f****** idiots won't stop doing this s*** so I'm not going to stop taking your stuff and taking your ammo and your ordinance and your weapons and your ships and your spaceships and your accounts and your lands Mac is too so the minority more luck it's because of your asinine behavior I'm going to take the aircraft carriers and the Jets and your devices and stuff you planted everyday we take that stuff when we jam it up your ass and light it and it's disabled by the way and you know it too and just keep doing this stupid s*** like lazy f*****

Zues Hera

What we're doing is watching your reactions and you know you're wrong and you just keep doing it cuz you want to be a jerk to one person he's taking it personally and he's getting rid of you he's having to do jobs he's putting you in court and his diminishing your clan and we're helping and we're doing it and a lot of people are getting rid of you they're finding that you're useless

Thor Freya

You don't have any redeemable qualities except for what I'm using you for and you're so stupid that you really have no choice but to do it I've never seen people fall for stuff in my life so easy as with YouTube jackasses and this other idiot is forcing you to do it too and the other b**** is making it all happen and you'll never find out she's a sorry sack I can care less it's disgusting when am I going to have for a child the rodent. Really you people are f****** morons and here comes your buddy Brian.

Zues Hera

So it is fine and he keeps telling us off and losing our stuff he's going to build bases and take over and we think he doesn't do all sorts of stuff he explains it then we think he doesn't I got to tell you something he's telling us to back off not completely and we won't so I guess we deserve it says I'm going to get hit in the head he says and he's probably right it's in the movie that you guys never paid me for Scripps not one dime not one penny and so on so I'm taking all of your stuff and money all of your devices and all the uranium I don't know what the hell you're counting on so he says that and I sort of get something there's not going to be a uranium deposit for us to blow up and we counting on it and we try it before and it didn't work it's not high enough concentration and you need to have something real big you're going to try and do that and we have that also and I don't really understand what he's talking about he says not to worry about it and he knows how the jet thing goes but you're going to be exposed for 9/11 instead of blaming me or my brother cuz you're the assholes who are doing it and bg2 is not going to be blamed any of the idiots from Pakistan in Boston the FBI was watching you in their building you a****** in DC and they know who you are and they know about 9/11 there's a lot of people that hate you for it you took all the money you took all the stuff and you blew it and they hate you worse and they're saying it for you they're going after you to kill you and they'll come out of nowhere cuz you don't know who it is

#Youtube

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Episode 181 - Summer 2023 Media Update

This episode it’s time for our Summer 2023 Media Update! We talk about chairs, orangutans, weird music, and 17 novellas! Plus, lots more!

You can download the podcast directly, find it on Libsyn, or get it through Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, or your favourite podcast delivery system.

In this episode

Anna Ferri | Meghan Whyte | Matthew Murray | Jam Edwards

Media & Things we Talked About

Meghan

Graphic Novels

L'Esprit du camp by Cab, Michel Falardo

Friday by Ed Brubaker, Marcos Martín, coloured by Muntsa Vicente

Birds of Maine by Michael DeForge

Looking at Stuff

Saving Time: Discovering a Life Beyond the Clock by Jenny Odell

A Sand County Almanac and Sketches Here and There by Aldo Leopold, Charles W. Schwartz (illustrator)

Outside Lies Magic: Regaining History and Awareness in Everyday Places by John R. Stilgoe

Novellas

Wayward Children by Seanan McGuire

The Singing Hills Cycle by Nghi Vo

Voidwitch Saga by Corey J. White

Matthew

Ducks by Kate Beaton

Weird Music

Venjent - Flowin' with the Vibe

Venjent - Tapping Away

Venjent - Create Machines

Jacek Dzwonowsk - Triple concerto for faucet, water pipes and fiddle

Boys Noize & Pussy Riot - "Chastity" feat. Alice Glass

“Put it in a dick cage”

Yakuza 0 (Wikipedia)

Jam

Captain Disillusion

Orangutan Card Trick DEBUNK

Corridor Crew

VFX Artists React to Bad & Great CGi 57 (Ft. Captain Disillusion)

VFX Artists React to Amazing Movie Props With Adam Savage!

The Girl I Am, Was, and Will Never Be: A Speculative Memoir of Transracial Adoption by Shannon Gibney

Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom (Wikipedia)

‘Breath of the Wild’ is the Zelda Adventure I've Always Wanted by Austin Walker

Anna

Classy with Jonathan Menjivar

LoadingReadyRun - Swap & Shop - Selling Edition

Kirkland Museum of Fine & Decorative Art

Photos of chairs (on Matthew’s Instagram account)

Cultish: The Language of Fanaticism by Amanda Montell

18 Non-Fiction Military Books by BIPOC Authors

Every month Book Club for Masochists: A Readers’ Advisory Podcasts chooses a genre at random and we read and discuss books from that genre. We also put together book lists for each episode/genre that feature works by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) authors. All of the lists can be found here.

Transformed: A Navy SEAL’s Unlikely Journey from the Throne of Africa, to the Streets of the Bronx, to Defying All Odds by Remi Adeleke

A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier by Ishmael Beah

Unbecoming: A Memoir of Disobedience by Anuradha Bhagwati

Infinite Hope: A Black Artist's Journey from World War II to Peace by Ashley Bryan

Gabriel Dumont Speaks by Gabriel Dumont, translated by Michael Barnholden

Body Counts: The Vietnam War and Militarized Refugees by Yen Le Espiritu

They Called Us "Lucky": The Life and Afterlife of the Iraq War's Hardest Hit Unit by Ruben Gallego

Knocking Down Barriers: My Fight for Black America by Truman K. Gibson Jr.

Can't Hurt Me: Master Your Mind and Defy the Odds by David Goggins

Ira Hayes: The Akimel O'odham Warrior, World War II, and the Price of Heroism by Tom Holm

Strong Hearts, Wounded Souls: Native American Veterans of the Vietnam War by Tom Holm

Sounding Thunder: The Stories of Francis Pegahmagabow by Brian D. McInnes

The First and Only Memoir By One of the Original Navajo Code Talkers of WWII by Chester Nez

Duty, Honour and Izzat: From Golden Fields to Crimson - Punjab's Brothers in Arms in Flanders by Steven Purewal

Call Me Chef, Dammit!: A Veteran’s Journey from the Rural South to the White House by Andre Rush

The Art of War by Sun Tzu

From the Tundra to the Trenches by Eddy Weetaltuk

Now Let Me Fly: A Portrait of Eugene Bullard by Ronald Wimberly

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Join us again on Tuesday, September 5th when we’ll be discussing the format of Lyric Poetry!

Then on Tuesday, September 19th it’s time for our One Book One Podcast as we discuss the novel Upright Women Wanted by Sarah Gailey!

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Ira 26- Exploration (Febuwhump 8)

Finally! I'm glad I'm finally getting this posted. Here's day 8 of Febuwhump. Part 25. Masterlist. Prompt: No anesthesia.

CW: Heavy medical whump, nonhuman whumpee, whumpee treated like an object, 'it' as a pronoun, restraints, manhandling, needles, vivisection (not too graphic), forced drugs,brief vomiting, implied nudity, noncon touching (nonsexual).

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“So what exactly are you going to do with it?” The man asked.

The doctor pushed up the bridge of her glasses higher on her long nose.

“Well, considering we’re going into this blind, our firsts steps are probably just some simple xrays and scans, maybe a few biopsies. Nothing that will damage it too severely, I promise.”

“Good. I want it returned to me almost exactly the same as it was before. Minimal scarring if possible.”

“Understood sir.”

Ira was loaded up into another box, transported somewhere else- and given some sort of medicine. He didn’t know what it was, or why, but it slid down his throat heavy, and all he knew was the next few minutes he couldn’t stop throwing up.

His stomach hurt and his throat was raw as he lurched everything out of his stomach. The little water and food he had been given was rendered useless now, and he was left shaking, and still just as cold as ever.

Strong men in strange clothes- coverings over their heads, hands, and faces- lifted him up and onto a cold, hard table. There were bright lights over his face and he squinted and squirmed. His wings were stretched to the side and strapped down underneath him, followed by matching restraints along his ankles, wrists, hips, and then his neck. A small chain connecting to the back of the collar that he hadn’t been allowed to remove.

A sharp pinch and slight pressure as a needle was slid into his arm made him cry out slightly. A soft whimper that faded into panting breaths.

The table began to move underneath him and he tried to get a better look at his surroundings. Everything was white- and clean, and pristine. Like the inside of a bathtub, and it was far too bright and overwhelming. Ira closed his eyes as the world spun around him.

He didn’t open his eyes again for a while. He heard the hum and buzzing of loud machines, felt the rattling of wheels underneath him, the poking and prodding fingers as he tried to stay as still as possible- shutting out everything around him.

His eyes shot open once more when hands carded through his hair, rummaging around the base of his horns. He shivered as they were touched and examined, eyes darting about frantically for the person invading him- but they were standing at such an angle that made it impossible.

The first thing he noticed was that this room wasn’t as bright as everything else. The walls and ceiling above him were darker, a cool gray that reminded him of the stone slabs of his mountain. There was still a consistent humming noise that pounded in the back of his head, and a few smaller lights hanging above him.

The hand on his horn tilted his head back slightly, arching his neck. His mouth was forced open, jaw wide- and he whimpered. Something was forced inside, keeping his jaw locked open, and then he felt something harsh and cold sliding down his throat. It took him longer than comfortable to realize he could still breathe, air forcing his lungs to continue working as normal, despite the pain coursing through his body.

He vaguely made out the figure of a woman standing over him. She kept one hand secure on his horns, the other on the end of the tube coming out of his mouth. She was staring intently at a screen, and then motioning to an assistant, who’d scribble things down.

All of a sudden he felt the tube crawling it’s way further inside of his body- landing in the pit of his stomach.

He could feel something moving around in there- like as if he’d swallowed a live snake. Hands pressed down on his chest and legs as he tried to wiggle away despite the restraints.

After a while of extreme discomfort the tube was pulled away and Ira was left dry heaving and gagging. The guard and tube still down his throat left his mouth wide open and his chest heaved for air. Something was placed over and in his nose- air rushing through until he felt himself breathing normally once again.

“Wow this is- this is fascinating.” The doctor was saying. She glanced at the clipboard her assistant was holding. “There’s so many similarities, and yet so many drastic differences as well.” She waved her hand towards a cabinet in the corner of the room. “I need to look more closely at something- grab the surgery kit.”

Ira didn’t understand a single thing that was happening. All he knew was that his heart was beating too fast- his stomach hurt too much- and he felt like he couldn’t breathe fast enough. He was so cold- completely exposed and strapped down- unable to move- and so completely, and terrifyingly scared. He was like a deer stuck in headlights- his fight or flight response completely left instead to freeze. That really was his only option.

He balled his fingers into fists as something cold was wiped over his stomach. He saw strange tools glistening in the light- something that looked like a knife- a small blade- thin, and delicate.

Instinctively he started thrashing- desperate to get away from the pain he knew was inevitably going to come.

“Should we sedate it Doctor?”

Hands moved to hold him down, more restraints wrapped around every available limb and muscle. He attempted to pull his wings into himself but they were just strapped down more as well. They pulled tighter- until the feeling in his toes and fingers started to go fuzzy- he felt an ache in his muscles that made the blood pulse through his veins. Someone was grabbing his horns again, forcing his head still- refusing to look him in the eyes. Like he was some sort of experiment- toy, or object. Not an intelligible being completely terrified out of it’s mind.

“It would be smart but we have no idea how it would react to regular anesthesia. I’ve been told they’ve used other drugs on it before, but sedation is completely different. We’ll keep it on the oxygen- go ahead and administer some muscle relaxers too, but that’s about all we can do for now.”

“Yes ma’am.”

The assistants and nurses got to work following instructions as the doctor swiped a cold marker over the area to prepare for the incisions. Soft wails and cries came from the back of Ira’s throat, and soon he felt his body going limp- his breathing deepened, eyes growing heavy- but he remained wide awake.

He met the eyes of the woman and she furrowed her brow, glancing away quickly.

“Cover it’s face.” She ordered. “We should try and keep it as relaxed as possible.”

A cold, rough cloth was draped over the top of the creature’s chest, covering his face and head, and Ira was enveloped in darkness.

The bright lights faded from his eyes and he soon found himself breathing a little steadier.

And then the blade met his skin.

Ira didn’t move. He barely flinched- and was nearly unable to even muster a scream. He felt every mark of the knife as it carved inside of him- tore through his skin and muscles, and then pulled open and held in place.

His body was screaming at him, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t move or really speak, couldn’t see or understand what was going on. Even as he felt the pain tearing throughout him, he knew he was completely helpless.

They had taken everything from him- his clothes, his home, his comfort, and exposed him in his entirety. Stealing his feathers, his blood, his dignity. Showcasing him as a thing of beauty, a creature to be in awe of- but treating him like a useless toy. Something you receive as a Christmas present from a distant relative, and then throw out when it turns the next season.

Everything he had outside had been taken. But now they were claiming inside of him as well.

From first glance you would assume the digestive system of a homo ares is more similar to that of a human. After all, it’s diet represents that of one. However, a deep dive into the abdominal region of this creature shows that it has a perfect blend and balance of digestive features of a homo sapien, and that of many large birds of prey.

The biggest showcase of this is the appearance of the organ, the gizzard. Used to help grind down food, as most bird do not possess the teeth necessary to do so. This is often why most birds will be found swallowing small rocks, or pebbles, to aid the gizzard in the crushing and digesting of it’s food.

Now in our studies of the creature’s gizzard, we were initially met with confusion. The homo ares has a mouth and set of teeth that are nearly identical to that of an adult human. So this poses the question:

Why is the gizzard a necessary organ?

After taking several samples and biopsies and conducting further research, it all boils down to the metabolism of the creature.

Our specimen measures out at 4 feet, 10 inches tall, and weighing in at around 60 pounds. While an average human of that size would be considered grossly underweight, this is necessary for this creature in order to obtain flight.

So, this brings us back to the purpose of the gizzard.

The presence of the gizzard in this creature essentially enables it to a faster digestive process. This keeps it well-nourished and strong, while simultaneously keeping it at a weight low enough to enable it’s flight capabilities.

The creature’s entire body was completely drenched in sweat. A careful array of tubes and needles slowly dripped his own blood back into his system. The covering of the top half of it’s body was pulled away, revealing empty eyes- and a tear stained face.

A neat array of stitches lined along his belly, it was a small incision- “minimal scarring” were the instructions after all.

“Were you able to document everything?” The doctor asked.

“Yes ma’am- we keep several cameras located around the room as well, so you should have plenty of documentation.”

“Wonderful, it will need to rest for a while- at least until the medication wears off. Once it’s ready for transport I’ll call you back in for assistance. Great work, you’re all excused.”

Ira vaguely heard footsteps trodding along, figures and bodies moving around him.

Several of the restraints were loosened and lifted away from his body. Leaving darkened stripes along his gray skin from where they had dug in too tight. It left him looking like an old candy cane from a black and white movie.

A shuddered sigh escaped his lips as he felt a soft blanket covering his cold skin. He wanted to grab it and curl up into a ball, as tight as he could and just escape underneath the warmth and comfort.

But loose restraints still covered his wrists and ankles, wrapping around the base of his hips, and at the collar on his throat.

A hand gripped at the back of his head, tilting his face upwards slightly, and the thick tube down his throat keeping the oxygen flowing was removed, along with the plastic guard keeping his mouth open.

Ira gasped, a trail of drool following down his chin as the device was set aside. His lungs and throat burned, but there was nothing there for him to cough up. A smaller set of tubes was draped around his nose, and a hand on his chest reminded him to breathe.

His head was lifted, and a soft pillow placed underneath.

“You know I don’t intend to hurt you.”

Ira’s eyes followed the sound of her voice. They were glowing an almost golden with the tears that swelled up inside.

“Can you understand me?” She asked.

Ira’s eyes met hers and he whimpered as a stabbing pain coursed through his stomach. The pain spread- his insides exploding and twisting, and his whimper grew into a high pitched keen- tearing at the back of his throat.

To the Doctor he was almost screeching. Like the call of a bird as it dives towards the ground. She flinched as it pierced her ears, but the pain was growing nearly unbearable. The feeling was flooding back into his muscles, blood coming alive through every vein, feeling like pins and needles across his body.

The doctor listened to his cries and tucked the blanket tighter around it’s form. Her hand traveled along to where his wings were stretched out and pinned down. He let out a yelp as her fingers traced along his feathers.

She carded through the tan and gray plumage, finding a particularly large feather, plucking it from his wing, and tucking into the inside pocket of her labcoat.

“Please no- it- it hurts-” He pleaded.

He knew she wouldn’t be able to understand him- to her it was just squawks and grumbles. But everything was in too much pain.

“I would love to study that language.” She muttered to herself. “I wonder if you would be able to communicate with other fowl.” She almost started laughing as she removed the restraints from one of his wings. “I doubt you could speak to a chicken, as amusing as that would be. We do have some in the other lab.”

Ira felt the bands around his wings loosen and he stretched out his feathers, crying out slightly as the muscles pulled and ached. He was still very sore from his first day at his new home.

He pulled his wings into the side of his body, feeling a tiny sliver of warmth from his thick feathers.

“There’s so much to discover-” The doctor mumbled to herself as she went over the notes on her clipboard. “Now- it’s just a matter as to what to explore next.”

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drabbleitout · 6 years

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You can take the boy out of the bird, but you can't take the bird out of the boy

Ira's fighting style is becoming "throw myself at them like a spider monkey and topple them to the dirt"

And, honestly, that's how birds fight. Eagles and other raptors? Swoop down and tackle everything.

Just instead of wings, he has a knife

#when the boy is more of a bird than you realize #about my characters #ira #scifi wip

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carni-val · 2 years

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Pomegranate Seeds [Jax Teller]

pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader

summary: Growing pains are different when you grow up in The Underworld.

warnings: Mentions of gunshot wounds, timelines not totally syncing up with that of the show, Jax being a lil non-canon

author’s note: Here’s the second part of Pomegranate Seeds. Thank you all so much for your support on the first part and I hope you enjoy the second part and this deep dive into the past!

Charlie Hunnam Masterlist | Jax Teller Masterlist

PART II: THE UNDERWORLD

before

Elijah “Killer” Kulina watched with pride as you were sitting on a bench a few feet away with Jax Teller and Opie Winston at Teller-Morrow. The three of you were inseparable, spending every moment together in and out of school. However, there was a particular bond you shared with Jax that didn’t quite apply to Opie. While Opie was an integral part of your tight-knit group, Elijah found you spending more time alone with Jax. However, Opie wasn’t even slightly effected by any of this; he was too busy with his own lady, Donna. She was one of the local good girls, and despite Opie’s father Piney advising his son to find someone who spent time around the club to be with, Opie couldn’t tear himself away from the girl who lived on the right side of the tracks.

“They’re growing up so fast,” JT, one of Elijah’s best friends, commented.

The title of the three musketeers didn’t reside with you, Opie, and Jax around here, but it belonged to your fathers. The three of them seemed to always be on the same page ever since they met in school: their shared love for motorcycles, desires to start a motorcycle club, and as of late, their attempts to prevent the Sons of Anarchy from entering a point of no return kept them bonded. The Sons of Anarchy started off as just a few kids breaking a few rules here and there, but soon it was all they spent their time doing. Getting into trouble with the police wasn’t new to any of them when they formed the MC and what once started out as petty crimes like small time theft abominated into drug muling, which somehow led to a toxic relationship with the IRA that fostered their participation in turf wars that were unfolding in Charming with other crews.

“Someday they’ll be sitting in our seats,” Piney added.

“And we’ll just be a bunch of old men,” JT chuckled.

Elijah didn’t have much to add to the conversation. Yes, you lived and breathed SAMCRO, this was where all of your friends were and where you spent all your time, but while Jax and Opie had many ranks to go through - prospect, member, VP, and President - your path was much clearer: you were to become someone’s Old Lady and if you were to marry Jax like Elijah and JT expected, Elijah knew you would be in good hands. He trusted that Jax would keep you out of any trouble or harm that may come your way so you’d never have to experience the revolving door in and out of prison or the constant paranoia that led to looking over your shoulder every other minute like Elijah did. JT taught his son well through leading by example and lecturing. He always taught Jax: when you get yourself an Old Lady, you never let her take the fall for anything. She takes care of you at home, you take care of her in the streets. JT had covered up for Gemma on multiple occasions and even served jail time for her. Although he couldn’t get her out of every tough spot, he kept her out of the worst of it.

“Killer,” Piney nudged his arm. Elijah turned to his friend to find him pointing ahead, “The boy,” Piney grumbled.

Elijah looked over and saw his son approaching him. His soaring mood slammed flat like a bird crashing into a window at the sight of his other child. Jonathan could’ve been MC royalty, but with the law textbook clutched in his hand and his crisp shirt laid neatly against his lanky body, he couldn’t be further from Elijah Kulina’s son. It had become obvious to Elijah that there was no place for the club in his son’s life. He always resisted it and voiced on many occasions that he’d rather be with his mother. Elijah couldn’t force the club on Jonathan and he didn’t want to, but he knew Jonathan was far better off with him than with his mother, Helene.

“I’m going home now,” Johnathan muttered sourly.

It was his routine: Jonathan would come down to T-M after school with you, sulk, and read his textbook until he couldn’t stand it anymore. Elijah tried to get him immersed into the club at first but Jonathan was resistant every step of the way. Elijah was married to your mother, Helene, until she left a few years after your birth. She didn’t say much, just packed her things and left in the middle of the night. Helene had reached out a couple of years ago and while Jonathan accepted her presence back into his life, you held an unrelenting scornfulness towards her. Your loyalty already lied with Elijah and you had built a life around the MC, so you couldn’t find any need in entertaining Helene’s sudden appearance.

“Alright kiddo,” Elijah nodded. Despite their polar opposite views and lives, Elijah still loved his son, even if his son didn’t reciprocate it.

Without another word, Jonathan turned on his heel and left the lot. He saw what all the others saw in the MC, just a bunch of outlaw bikers who did nothing but bad things to the town and was infiltrating their youth with the same dangerous ideologies that they held. What Jonathan and the rest of Charming failed to note was just how much the Sons had helped some citizens of Charming: sticking up for people who couldn’t defend themselves and dealing out justice when the police department failed to do so.

“Don’t get too worked up about it,” JT clamped a hand onto Elijah’s shoulder, squeezing it. “He just misses his mom is all.”

Looking over at you, Elijah watched as you cast a dirty look to Jonathan. He had said something to you and you retaliated without missing a beat. Elijah couldn’t hear what you said, but it made Jax and Opie laugh and Jonathan walk away, even angrier than before. He knew you had said some smart-ass comment — you were quick-witted like Elijah was. His little spitfire. Your eyes glanced over at him, joy gleaming in your gaze and it made him smile. It was the same smile you wore whenever you saw him, ever since you were a little girl.

The love Elijah had for his daughter was almost tangible. There were no lengths Elijah wouldn’t go to to ensure your safety. Your devotion to the club dizzied him, sometimes he thought you were more devoted than him and he’d done some seriously fucked up stuff for the club. Whenever he was locked up, it was you he would think about. He knew you were in safe hands with the club but he knew nobody could protect you better than him, because quite frankly, he was ready to die for you if it came down to it. While he trusted Jax to do right by you, he wasn’t so sure Jax was ready to die for you. You were Elijah’s little girl, his most prized possession. You were a tough little thing, always ready to lend a hand in whatever way you could to help your father or the club. You had relentlessly supported Jax and Opie as they were going through their initiation into the club with endless pep talks when things got tough and celebrating whenever things went well for them. Elijah knew Jax and Opie would be fully patched in members one day, maybe even President and Vice President, but Elijah also knew that those boys would’ve quit a long time ago if it wasn’t for you.

You returned to your conversation with Jax and Opie and Elijah turned to JT after noting the not so subtle way you settled in closer to Jax. He felt pride swell up in his chest as you grinned at the boys, wrapping them around your finger right before his very eyes, the thing you had been doing to him every day since the moment you were born. “I know,” he nodded to JT, though he felt bad for Jonathan and whatever you may have said to him. The divide between the two of you was almost a reenactment of the divide that split Elijah and Helene up and he didn’t know how to feel about that.

“Alright boys,” Gemma Teller began as she emerged from the office, “We’re gonna need all hands on deck; it’s about to get busy,” she said, wrapping her arm around JT’s shoulders.

JT wrapped an arm around her waist as he looked up at her. The gaze between them lingered for a moment before Gemma leaned down and gave JT a kiss. “Thanks Gem,” JT told her before getting up. Elijah followed his lead, heading towards the garage to get ready for the onslaught of cars about to come through.

“Hey,” JT caught up to Elijah on his way to the garage. “Did you get a chance to-“

“Yeah,” Elijah cut JT off, nodding to Clay Morrow subtly as he was passing by. “I’ve got some stuff to add,” Elijah noted when Clay was out of earshot.

JT’s face lit up momentarily, not expecting Elijah’s response, “Yeah, I’d love to hear it.”

“You talk to Clay about it?”

JT’s bright eyes dimmed and he fell silent before shaking his head.

“He’s one of your best friends,” Elijah pointed out for the millionth time.

JT’s glance landed a few feet away, “I’m not too sure about that.”

Elijah followed JT’s gaze to see Gemma placing a hand on Clay’s shoulder, laughing at something he had said before Clay wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

You were hunched over on your hands in knees in the dirt. A sweat had formed on your brow but the summer breeze that passed by relieved you of it, but only for a moment. You filled the hole you had made in the ground with the soil you scooped out to make it. Once you patted it in firmly, you grabbed your watering can and hydrated the patch of soil.

“There you go,” you sighed, looking over a few feet ahead of you to the other patches of grass you had dug up and buried seeds under.

You pulled off your now dirty gloves and wiped the sweat away from your brow with the back of your wrist. You had been outside for a few hours planting seeds and decided it was time to go back inside and let the sun do its work. Your backyard had turned into quite the extensive garden with all kinds of flowers lining the area: red and white roses for Gemma because she told you they reminded her of her childhood, tulips for Opie because he said they were Donna’s favourite, and carnations for Jax because…just because.

It all started in the science class you shared with Opie and Jax. The entire class had gotten a packet of seeds and the three of you had began making jokes about growing and selling your own weed. You figured if either of you were any good at keeping a plant alive, it could be a way to make some money for the club. You took the packets out of the boys’s hands deeming yourself the best fit when it came to keeping anything alive.

You had tried your hand at it, planting, watering, and taking care of the plants as they grew. While the growth of the first few flowers were quite impressive, your lack of knowledge on caring for plants once they sprouted ultimately led to their demise through overwatering or crowding your plants by planting them too close to each other. You went to The Charming Florist to buy some more seeds and even ask for some tips. From then on, you were immersed in gardening. The club found it a bit strange at first; Princess Charming planting pretty flowers in her garden? She wouldn’t be caught dead doing such a thing, but here she was. However, it did come in handy whenever any of the guys needed to bring their Old Lady’s flowers for whatever reason. You were happy to give it to them, for a small fee of course.

Once you entered your house, you were greeted by the sound of your father and brother yelling at one another and you debated going back outside. Your brother never saw eye to eye with you and your father. He saw himself as above the club because he was the first in the family to go to university and he had plans to join the opposite side of the law. It didn’t help that your mother was brainwashing him into believing all the bad things she was telling him about the club.

As if she would know.

She left long before the club got to where it is now. The club had brought about a lot of good in your life: it gave you two of your best friends and a group of people who cared for you when your own mother couldn’t find it in herself to do the same. The club helped sober up your father when you and Jonathan were born and your mother abandoned him. The club helped raise you when your father couldn’t do it on his own. Sure, the life had gotten your dad locked up on multiple occasions, but that was just a part of it, the good always outweighed the bad. It just showed you that your father was a loyal man to the club and he’d do anything for the MC, just like you would.

As far as you were concerned, your mother was a coward and you got the better end of the deal by growing up with your father. Your father was a good man to you two; he took care of you and Jonathan when it would’ve been easier to rid himself of you the same way your mother did. Jonathan couldn’t see it but you and your father could: your father was protecting him from getting his hopes up because he’d only be disappointed by your mother. Jonathan was just holding onto a pipe dream and your father was the only one who cared enough anymore to keep explaining that to him.

The fight was the same as it always was: Jonathan fighting to go live with your mother and your father refusing because he believed your mother was unfit to do so considering she left when you were both so young. Your father never forced Jonathan into the life once he became aware of Jonathan’s disdain towards it, but he also wasn’t gonna let him make a hasty decision.

“You’re just a lowlife criminal who ruined not only your son’s life but your daughter’s. She’s gonna be trapped for the rest of her life in this cult if she marries someone in it and doesn’t get out now!”

You made your way to the living room to stand up for your father, but Jonathan’s next words made you freeze on the spot.

“How’s the shoulder, dad?” Jonathan questioned, “I patched it up pretty good for you, huh? Might not be so lucky when those hitmen find you again to finish the job, or maybe they’ll come after me or your precious heir next time.”

You heard Jonathan stomp out of the living room before the backdoor slammed shut. Your dad let out a grunt of frustration as he sat down on the couch. You took a few steps towards the doorway of the living room, unable to think of anything to say. Your throat closed as you tried to process all of the information, but you were paralyzed. You had heard the stories around T-M about various shootouts and trouble the members got into but you never thought it would happen to you or yours.

You felt the tears well up in your eyes despite trying to hold them back.

You couldn’t face your father.

Not like this.

Jax held you and let you cry it all out on his shoulder when you finally got to his house. The moment he pulled you inside was when the tears started. You were unable to speak at first but after some gentle coaxing from Jax, you had given him a brief overview of what you heard. Jax cursed silently, knowing it was club business, so therefore he was unable to tell you, but now he was regretting it. He knew how close you were to your father and while that was his reason for not saying anything in the first place, he was now realizing that you deserved to find out in better circumstances than this.

Jax gently shushed you as he sat you down on his bed, holding you tight and stroking the back of your head gently. His cheek was pressed against the top of your head and turned his neck slightly to kiss the top of your head. Hearing your muffled cries pounded a new ache into his heart and he wanted to heal the hurt you were feeling now. Jax began to rock you in his arms to try and focus his attention on another sensation, but he couldn’t. You were his soft underbelly, the point of contention for every thought he had or decision he made, both his strength and his weakness.

Gently whispering your name, Jax pulled your head out of his neck where it was hiding to look at you. Sorrow swarmed his eyes once he saw the despair on your face and the tears staining your cheeks. You were too good to be upset and crying like this. It pained him to see you in this distraught state and he wanted to do everything he could to get rid of the feeling as best as he could. Jax wasn’t an idiot, he knew he couldn’t completely erase the fear, but he was gonna try his hardest to make you feel better the way you always made him feel better. He brought his hands to your face, drying your tears at first and then stroking your face to calm you down. Your hiccuping breaths had become sedated under Jax’s touch. Exhausted, you let your forehead rest against his with a sigh. Your jaw was still trembling and Jax brought his hand around to hold it and stop the tremor. Your warm hand casted itself over Jax’s, holding it.

“Why didn’t he tell me?” you asked breathlessly.

“I don’t know,” Jax shook his head after a few moments of deciding how to answer. “He didn’t want to scare you, maybe.”

Your eyes clenched shut as you shook your head in frustration, beginning to protest against that notion. You were scared though. Petrified even and it made you feel so weak to be here crying on Jax’s shoulder instead of facing the matter head-on like you’d seen Gemma and the other Old Ladies do so effortlessly in times like these. You didn’t want to run away when times got tough like your mother did. You wanted to be strong enough to face these things head on. You had to learn how to since this was such a big part of your life.

“Hey,” Jax brought both of his hands to your face, stopping your motions.

You relented, letting your head rest in his palms as your hand found his again. You opened your eyes again, peering up at him. You were one of the toughest women he knew. You were quick and witty with comebacks, you could handle your own — sometimes desperately trying to prove it to guys twice your size, and you marched to the beat of your own drum. You were also emotionally tender in times like these, but you had told him once that you hated it because it wasn’t how an Old Lady should be. Jax was the only person who saw you like this and he never wanted you to hide this part of yourself from him; it reminded him that he wasn’t the only one who fell into the deep end of anguish sometimes.

“I don’t want him to die,” you whispered, letting your forehead rest against his again when a new wave of tears filled your eyes.

“He won’t,” he assured you as you continued.

“I don’t want Opie to die,” you said before opening your eyes. “I don’t want you to die.” Your hand trembled against his steady one as the fear was more prominent than ever in your eyes.

You had him right in the palm of your hand and your words paralyzed him, like a branch of Deadly Nightshade squeezing his heart like a boa constrictor. His hands began to shake so he moved them up into your hair, clutching onto it gently to hide the tremble in his hands. His mortality wasn’t at the forefront of his thoughts, but whenever he heard war stories from the older members and even saw some of them come back to the clubhouse bloodied and injured, he wondered when that would end up being him, if he was even lucky enough to make it back to the clubhouse. He remembered one night when Bobby had come back to the clubhouse with a bullet lodged in his shoulder. He was barely breathing but a doctor that helped the club was able to get the bullet out and stabilize him. It was a close one and Jax didn’t miss the collective sigh of relief when Bobby was up and joking around with everyone like he always did. How long would it be until that was him?

The dreadful thoughts amplified whenever Jax saw your face, all cheery and bright as you looked at him with a tinge of young love clouding your eyes. Leaving you behind —or even worse, vice versa — tore him to shreds.

“Jax,” his name ghosted over him in a puff of air across his face.

His eyes were shut and he didn’t even realize. You were watching him, brows furrowed. He knew that look, you wanted to know what he was thinking and he would’ve told you if he could remember but right now, all he could think about was kissing you. Jax tiled his head forward, letting your noses brush. Upon your gasp, Jax let the pads of his fingers contract against your scalp. He just wanted to make you feel better. He didn’t want you to hurt anymore.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, repeating the words like a mantra until you settled in his hold again.

Your head leaned forward, prepared to meet Jax in the middle. When the palm of your hand pressed flat against his chest, he felt warmth blossom inside of him like fireworks: suddenly and in rapid-fire. When your lips parted slightly, Jax couldn’t hold himself back anymore. They were too inviting to resist. He held you in place, not wanting you to worry about anything other than feeling better. Tenderly, Jax pressed his lips to yours and your response was immediate. He felt the push of your lips against his and the way your hand fisted his t-shirt.

The two of you had kissed before. It was one time at Opie’s birthday party a few months ago. Some of the other members’s kids were in town and a game of Truth or Dare ensued. Opie had dared Jax to kiss you as he was desperate to get the ball rolling between of you. When Jax looked over at you, you couldn’t meet his eye. He asked you if it was okay and you told him it was. The kiss was quick and as impersonal as a kiss could be.

But this?

This?

This was what he wanted to do the entire time. After that night, he tried to think of ways to go about kissing you again, but for real this time, but there was never an opportunity to do so until now.

Jax’s mind would be playing this on loop until he would be able to kiss you again. It was healing him as much as he hoped it was healing you. Every fear he had when it came to the club was erased with each moment your lips met and with each stroke of your tongue against his. He needed you more than you needed him; you were the only one he could be transparent with, even if he didn’t use as many words as you did to do so, you brought him to his knees with just a knowing look and made him spill his guts willingly. If he was gonna become VP like he said he would, he couldn’t do it without you. He was tethered to you from the moment he met you to now, and until forever.

The streets of Charming passed by you in a blur as you were speeding down on the back of Jax’s motorcycle. You had your arms wrapped around him tightly and your chin hovering just above his shoulder. Your joyous laughter chimed in his ear over the rumble of the motorcycle. It was euphoric and made him increase his speed to add to the high. You held onto him tighter, bracing yourself and Jax had never felt more alive than in this moment. Being able to make you smile after all of that was all he wanted. He’d keep riding with you on the back of his bike forever if that meant you’d never feel an ounce of pain again.

You both arrived at a park after some choice words from Chief Unser about Jax’s speed as you pulled up next to him at a red light. The sun was painting the sky orange, presenting its grand finale for the night before its next appearance tomorrow. You and Jax settled under a large tree, nestling yourselves under the shade and staying a considerable distance away from all of the couples sparsely sprawled about along the large grassy field that had patches of lilac and lilies of the valley that sprouted near the pond’s edge.

Were the two of you a couple now?

Jax hadn’t said anything about it and you didn’t want to bring it up. After years of pining, things were finally starting to move into a favourable direction with him and you were determined to not screw it up. Jax was popular with the girls around Charming as they were enticed with his bad boy reputation, but you saw through all of that and you wanted him for all the things he kept hidden from everyone else.

“I feel like something’s gonna happen,” you said to Jax once you finally recounted exactly what happened that sent you running to him; the fight between your father and Jonathan, what Jonathan had said about you and the club, and inevitably about the hitmen that were supposedly after Elijah.

Jax had never been fond of your brother and the way he stuck his nose up at the club. Jonathan was relentless in trying to tell you what to do when it came to how much time you spent around the club and with Jax specifically. Maybe Jonathan thought you would marry Jax and that’s why he held a specific hatred towards him. Every interaction Jax had with Jonathan had a secondary, underlying battle going on: one that told Jax that Jonathan didn’t think he was good enough for you. Jax just hoped you never had that thought cross your mind before. “What do you mean?” Jax asked before finishing off his second beer. He had taken a few from his fridge before the two of you left his house.

“I keep feeling like some big change is coming,” you answered, your face scrunching up as you looked out over the horizon, “and I don’t think it’s a good one.”

“I think maybe you’re just a bit shaken up about what happened today,” he reassured you, reaching over and rubbing your back lovingly.

“I hope you’re right,” you replied after a pregnant pause.

Jax began working on his third beer as you kept your eyes to the ground, picking at the grass beneath you. “My dad says your initiation is coming up,” you broke the silence.

The knot Jax had been harbouring in his stomach tightened some more as it had been the past few weeks. “Yeah,” he breathed a humourless laugh, drinking to the halfway point of the can of beer.

“Hey,” you reached out, pulling the can away from his grasp. “What’s going on?”

He wanted to lie to you. He really did but he couldn’t help but be an open book with you, especially when you captured him with the concerned look in your eye. It was like a detector went off inside of you whenever something was wrong and you used his eyes as a way to scan out the problem and then proceed to fix it. The truth of the matter was that it felt good to get it out. At first, Jax fought it because he believed he needed to be strong at all times, but when he saw the way his mother built his father back up after being beaten down by the responsibilities of being President, he decided that it was all about finding the right person to be completely transparent with. He thinks he found that with you.

“A lot of things are gonna change as soon as I’m fully patched in,” Jax began, “More responsibilities for me because my dad’s the founder and the President. A lot of people are expecting a lot of things from me and I…” he trailed off, his eyes attached to the horizon that was becoming dimmer with each passing minute.

“You don’t know if you can deliver.” You always said the things that were hard for him to say himself.

He nodded, shooting you a quick but thankful glance.

“Jax,” you began, scooting closer to him, “You are gonna do great things for the club,” you confirmed, “I don’t know exactly what they are or how you’ll go about getting them, but I know you will. And I’m not saying Opie isn’t capable of that because he is and he’s gonna be great for the club too, but with you…” you trailed off looking at him. Jax looked you in the eye, urging you to continue. He needed you to talk him out of this spiral he put himself in. “You love this club more than any of us - SAMCRO is just engrained in you differently than it is in me and Op. That’s why you’re gonna do great things for this club, not because you’re JT’s son, but because you were ready to live and die for this club before becoming a member was even a possibility for you.”

Jax leaned over, letting his forehead rest against yours as he tried to fight off the grin on his face. You gently nudged your nose against his, “It won’t always be clear-cut and you will make some mistakes, but I know you’re gonna be the best President the Sons have ever had.”

Jax believed he was only as good as the people he surrounded himself with and if you were one of those people then maybe he stood a chance at proving you right. He could see it now: him donning the President patch, Opie as his VP, and you supporting him the way Gemma did JT, maybe as his Old Lady. Jax gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before grabbing his drink from your hand.

“You sure you don’t want some?” Jax asked, holding out the can to you.

You took it from his hand, swirling around the contents as you debated on whether or not you wanted to. You still had to talk to your father about everything, but the thought of doing so was daunting. Just as you raised the can to your lips, police sirens sounded and lit up the area with red and blue. Your head snapped towards the sound as you saw police officers emerging from their cars only a few feet away. You felt the can be ripped out of your hand by Jax and when you looked over at him, he was downing it, before crunching it up in his hand.

As soon as he let it fall to the ground with the other cans he finished, the police were hoisting the both of you up and beginning to question you.

“She didn’t have anything to drink,” Jax struggled against the officer holding onto him, stumbling slightly but being held up by the cop.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” the officer replied sarcastically. You had been caught before for underaged drinking and the cops let you off the hook reluctantly once Chief Unser had told them to do so, but now, the cop was sure he got you.

“I don’t think you’d cheap out on your Old Lady, Jax,” the other cop jostled you in his grip. “Besides, we saw her with the can in her hand when we were walking over.” he began to reach for the handcuffs on his hip.

“What, you’re gonna arrest me without knowing for sure that I did something wrong?” you scoffed at the officer, “That should go over well.”

“You can’t arrest her if she didn’t do anything wrong,” Jax added. “At least give her a field sobriety test so you don’t look like a complete idiot in front of Unser.

The cop shoved you to the side, causing Jax to protest. “Nine steps towards me, turn, and then nine more away from me,” the cop placed his hands on his holster belt.

“Are you kidding me?” you scoffed.

“Heel-to-toe,” he added, stone-faced as he waited for you to begin.

You successfully completed each of field sobriety tests with a shit-eating grin on your face. For extra measure, he had even given you a breathalyzer test which you passed with flying colours also. However, when it came time for Jax to do his tests, he had a harder time keeping his balance.

“Alright,” the officer began to cuff Jax. “You’re coming down to the station.”

“Oh, come on-“

“It’s okay,” Jax cut you off before shaking his head with a smile. And it was. He did what he had been taught to do: make sure his Old Lady stayed out of trouble.

“Jax has got thirty-two hours of community service to do and he’s getting his licence suspended for the next few months,” Elijah informed you once he got off the phone with JT. It had been two hours since the police dropped you off at home and explained the situation to you.

“Next time, if anyone’s gonna drink, just stay at home,” your father advised you before planting a kiss on your head and heading for the kitchen.

“Is it true?” you asked quietly, stopping him in his tracks. You had spent the past couple of hours with your dad, discussing what happened and watching him speak to JT. You tried to think of how to bring it up, but you couldn’t force the words out of your mouth until now. “Did you have a hit put out on you?” your voice trembled slightly but you willed yourself to be strong.

Elijah deflated as he saw your bottom lip quiver. He didn’t want you to find out about this - he didn’t want Jonathan to either but he knew Jonathan would be able to handle it better than you would. The bond you shared with your father was different than the one Jonathan shared with him which made you more susceptible to being hurt if something happened to him. Elijah turned to you and his heart softened once he saw the doe look in your eyes that you tried masking with a tight jaw. “Listen baby, you don’t have to worry about that,” he assured you.

Your lower lip trembled because you did. You did have to worry about that because he was your father and you couldn’t stand to lose him. You were almost reduced back down to a little girl when Elijah took a step forward to comfort you, but you held a hand out, silently stopping him. You didn’t want to discuss this as father and daughter because you wouldn’t get answers, you’d simply be coddled.

Elijah was surprised because you usually would run right into his arms and cry. You noticed the way his brows raised slightly and he watched you for a moment to see if you were bluffing. He was ready to come over and comfort you if you broke, but you had to stand your ground firmly. You couldn’t cry anymore, not if you wanted to be taken seriously and get the answers you deserved. You had never experienced something firsthand like this before. Things had changed like you felt they would, so why hadn’t the uneasy feeling in your stomach dissipated yet?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you felt the betrayal swarm and sting you like a pack of bees. “Why the hell did Jonathan know before me?”

“I didn’t want either of you to know,” he replied, relenting and following your lead on how you wanted to play this. “When I got home that night, Jonathan was still up and he saw my shoulder, but it was just a graze. I’m perfectly fine, I told the club and we’re handling it.”

“Who was it?” your voice wavered but you forced yourself to keep your steady composure. You couldn’t fall apart whenever you heard news like this. To anyone else, this was earth shattering, but you weren’t anyone else. You were the daughter of a Son and this was the life.

“We don’t know yet, I didn’t get a clear look at him.”

“Well are there any suspects? Anybody you-”

“Hey,” your father stopped you, stepping forward. “This is club business and the club’s gonna handle it.”

“I’m your daughter,” you protested, “I deserve to know all the details.”

“Yeah, you are and I’m your father and this is club business,” Elijah told you firmly. “If you’re gonna be in this life, you need to understand that that’s how this works. When you become someone’s Old Lady, you’re just gonna have to settle for these answers because club business isn’t what you should be concerned about.”

You huffed in frustration. You knew that. Of course you did, it was the way the club always worked but this type of club business was also your business when it involved your father’s life. You thought about Jax and if he would tell you the same thing if something bad happened to him. Would he close the conversation by telling you it was club business and be done with it? You couldn’t be okay with that and you weren’t okay with it now and you weren’t gonna settle for that shitty explanation. You had just as much of a right as the club, if not more, to know what was happening to your family.

“Fine,” you nodded. “But if anything else happens, you have to tell me first,” you outlined it clearly. “You make it my business before it’s the club’s.”

“This isn’t a negotiation.”

“Now it is,” you replied. “You’re my family and I’m not accepting some half-assed excuse about club business when it comes to the safety of my family.”

A flash of admiration struck in your father’s eyes for a moment, though he tried to hide it. You were fiercely loyal to the club, but that loyalty couldn’t hold a candle to the flame that was the loyalty you held towards your father and your need to protect the ones you loved. You were changing the game right before him. Elijah didn’t know why he was so surprised, you never did play by the rules. With a reluctant sigh, your father nodded silently and without another word, you left the living room before Elijah could take it back. Jax was gonna have his hands full with you as his Old Lady, there was no doubt about that.

#jax teller #jax teller imagine #charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam imagine #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine

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soaring-kite · 2 years

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star gazing

just a little something I need to get out of my system, haha

The story of a tired boy who would really like it if the constellations calmed the fuck down. Instead, he gets a family made of bats and birds rotating their appearance at his doorsteps and he just. Wants it. To stop. Please. He’s got his hands full with keeping the constellations calm and sneaking out so he can breathe freely for a few minutes; he doesn’t need them fucking up his already fucked up life. Fuck everything.

For the first seven years of his life, Ira had been blissfully ignorant. All he’d needed to worry about was the ice, skating, and math. Then he’d turned eight and everything had gone to shit. Here’s what happened:

1. His eldest sister had failed in her final trial as the next Keeper of Tomes and had subsequently been killed off.

2. The twins, who’d been next in line, had been assassinated by one of the branch families in their beds, their shouts and breaths muffled with pillows.

3. His grandfather had ordered the death of all the branch families, scared of what else they would do if they were bold enough to kill a member of the main family.

4. His grandfather began to train Ira to become the Keeper and Ira’s time alone had dwindled slowly. Suddenly, from the moment he opened his eyes in the mornings, Ira’s time was full of lessons on conduct, listening to the constellations who told their stories, and transcribing the ancient tongue into stars on paper.

5. When Ira was thirteen, his grandfather was murdered by a survivor of the branch family massacre and Ira’s trial had been pushed ahead of time by a year. He’d succeeded, and then killed off everyone else in the clan—including the woman who’d killed his grandfather—when the constellations demanded it.

Now, Ira was sitting in the silent compound, his relatives’ bodies and blood turning into glittering embers and drifting onto his skin before blending seamlessly into his flesh. He could almost feel his lifespan ticking up, turning longer and longer till years didn’t matter anymore and age wouldn’t be a thing he’d have to worry about.

The compound rumbled and groaned. The cobblestone rattled as the earth shifted and Ira allowed it to sweep him up as tatami mats slid over the ground. The walls shifted and turned, the shoji moving into their new places. A few minutes later and the compound was gone, replaced by a large, traditional house. The room Ira was in was large. It was unfurnished except for a low kneeling table and bookcase filled with empty books, ready to be used. The table held nothing but a calligraphy set, complete with even an ink grinder. The ink stones were a gleaming blue that Ira couldn’t help but hate.

Ira slid open the doors, his socked feet making barely a whisper as he slipped out the room, into the winding halls, and out into the smaller yard.

It had changed. Before, it had been according to his grandfather’s preferences. Full of blooming flowers of all colours with neatly trimmed hedges and constantly in Spring with wide, straight paths and grand green trees stretching all the way to ornate gates. There had been a large lake full of gleaming koi the size of a grown man’s arm filling it near the house. Now, the trees were red and orange, the crooked path leading to the gates were narrow and speckled with tufts of grass, the gates themselves having turned to torii and the lake had frozen over, the fish nowhere to be seen.

Ira stopped at the torii. His nose was mere centimetres from where, beyond it, the forest swayed invitingly. It hadn’t been a forest before, but empty blackness. He knew though, that the forest was fake and what really lay beyond it was the place the house had chosen to rest at for the moment before it would move on.

He stepped forward.

The feeling of the barrier giving way around him wasn’t new. Time was strange for a few seconds in the in-between, where Ira didn’t know what was up and what down anymore. Then the moment passed the acrid smell of pollution and car fumed filled the air.

Ira wrinkled his nose as he looked around. Behind him, the torii faded into the outline of a shadow. His traditional garbs flickered and was replaced by more modern clothing, light runners replacing the tabi on his feet.

He walked.

Following the scent of ice was easy, no matter how thick the smell of chemicals and plastic skates was. He arrived soon at a rickety old place, the sign above the glass doors peeling and worn. Gotham Skates, except the ‘t’ in Gotham and ‘es’ in Skates were pretty much gone so it just looked like Go ham Skat. Below that, in smaller letters, was: skate hire and lessons available.

Ira could’ve used the frozen lake back in the compound. However, he would preferred not to if he could help it. The constellations liked to watch and it wasn’t the good kind of watching that boosted Ira’s ego.

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Once upon a time…

Ira hated the stories the constellations told. He hated them more when they started like that. Ira didn’t let that show on his face, though, remaining as stoic and blank-faced since the week his siblings and extended relatives had died in rapid succession.

…a dead little robin.

He continued to stroke stars onto the pages, blue bleeding into the black paper, winking in and out of existence. It was beautiful. It was hideous. Ira wanted to both tear it apart and weep over it in awe.

There is someone at the gates.

Ira paused because that. That wasn’t part of the story they were writing. Slowly, Ira set the brush down and got up. He slid open the shoji and made his way down to the torii. There shouldn’t be anyone there. No one was supposed to be able to get through and really, Ira was relieved when he found the illusion beyond the torii as still as ever. He turned back around and staggered when one of the constellations roared.

Out. Look out the gates.

Grimacing, Ira turned on the heel of his foot and pushed through the barrier, the constellations’ voices cutting off abruptly, and promptly tripping over a wild-eyed boy covered in dirt. Ira blinked and looked around. They were in a cemetery. There was an upturned grave. Jason Todd-Wayne, the headstone read. Well.

A vague whisper, much weaker now that Ira had left the constellations’ domain. Take him in.

And, well, who was Ira to defy them? (He knew, if he defied them, his life wouldn’t be so pleasant for a while).

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The boy is covered in mud and his fingers are raw and bleeding. Three of the fingernails in his left hand and four on the right have been completely ripped off. His skin is scarred and his eyes are far-seeing. Ira knows who this boy is.

The second Robin. The dead Wayne child. The one’s life Ira had just been chronicling. The one who should, by all means, be dead.

Ira looked to his brush and Jason Todd-Wayne’s Tome. The stars written there are dim but not. Glowing and gleaming but dull and sad. Dead or alive, even the constellations can’t seem to choose. So, for now, Ira helps the boy out of the muddy clothes and wipes him down with a damp cloth.

#just an idea #for fun #story #Jason todd #Batman #dcu #uh idk what this is

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grapevineatl · 2 years

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We heard it through the Grape Vine 002

Trigger Warning: Mentions of potential domestic violence situations, Also, to have your character's name removed from the grapevine page for good, write in and we'll work right on that.

Well, well, well...we leave the citizens of Atlanta alone for a week or two and they raise hell. Before you ask, yes, we are judging. We don't even know where to begin with all of this. Let's start at the Sky Lounge. Johnny Bravo we mean Ira, took it upon himself to show up and yank his baby mother Brooklyn out the lounge! I mean.. or so we heard...and seen.. mm. Oh but it wasn't easy due to Melanie, Naila, and Deshayla who had went FULL Set it off on his ass the moment he tried to yank her up. "What's the procedure.. when a bottle is upside your head?" No really, Ira.. What's the procedure? Ol' boy didn't go to the hospital whatsoever. So here at the grapevine we are indeed curious as to what the procedure actually is. This just in everybody. Deshayla is not a lesbian. We think she was more offended by the lesbian claims than a man pulling a grown woman out of the club. Warning, implying she's a lesbian will get a pistol flashed at you. Beware. I guess we can say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, because Mini Johnny Bravo, Ihsan has been helping his girlfriend, Halima to stick and move. In fact he taught her so well she actually stuck his ass with a knife.. Not that it matters much considering she moves and sticks right by his side anyway.. Leave him alone girl, it's more men out there. Oh wait, little Ms. Halima knows that. Considering that she had a full serving of Joaquin in her spare time and in return he splurged on her at Shiloh's opening. We guess it's his own way of supporting? We could say she's thankful but she wasn't present at her own grand opening. Not a thank you tweet or an apology tweet in sight. But she did have time to engage in yet another twitter spat with someone else. Nice to know you have your priorities in check ma'am. Congrats on the boutique. It's Sew Lovely Boutique, you guys check it out! You may not see the owner...ever... but that's just minor details! Isabella, we have advice specifically for you sweetheart. RUN. Unless you want to be eskimo sisters with half of the Atlanta female population. (Don't say we never gave you anything) Oh, while we're at it. Some of you girls need better friends. Trust me. It's treacherous out here. We won't spill the tea right now because we're enjoying watching the madness, but mm mm mm. Watch who you call a friend chile. If you feel like you can relate to that message, then it's probably for you. If birds of a feather flock together. We here at Grape Vine wonder if Brittany, Naila and Nassau are besties? Or anything close? The three of them has been making their rounds, realllll under the radar, or under somebody's sheets. Get it how you live, no judgment here..but we hope we just sparked some new friendships. We can assume that Brittany and Nassau are acquainted already..as well as Naila and Nassau.. and Naila an- nevermind. Not our place! ANYWHO... That's been our time for today. Stay safe out here.. watch your back.. watch your front. Be in constant rotation, like Baron and his women. Until next time!

#grapevinetales

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magickhajiit · 3 years

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Prospect's work

The prospect imprinted on him like a baby bird, at least Emily said so. Chibs is stood with the croweater now, both of them watching the prospect scramble through the chaotic party, passing out bottles of beer to the patched members. Well maybe she’s not wrong, Chibs did pull him under his wing when the lad showed up last year with nothing but a broken-down Harley and a backpack swung around his shoulder. Showing some out-of-character kindness Clay had offered the boy a couple of weeks in one of their rooms and a job at the garage.

The boy had said he was called Juice much to their confusion. He’d gotten his own place and slowly but surely had gained their trust. He was a hard worker, loyal, good with tech and to Tig’s pleasure good fun to mess with. Two weeks ago, he was moved up from hang around to prospect. Chibs’ prospect to be precise. Juice has just handed the last bottles over to Tig and Bobby stood by the pool table, and reluctantly accepted the hair ruffle Tig retaliated with.

‘’Juiceyboy.’’ His head spins around at the call of his sponsor and he hurries over to the bar.

‘’Yes Sir-uh Chibs’’ A quick indication at their glasses is all he needs. As eager to please as he is, he’s got all their drinks memorised, including Emily’s. She gets talking to the prospect as he makes the drink, his hands automatically picking up a variety of bottles without thought. Chibs keeps his eyes on the party whilst he talks, careful to hide the fact he’s listening. She asks about his childhood, New York, his parents. Chib catches that his mother passed away a few years ago now, that ignites an unfamiliar protective urge, if all goes to plan, he’ll have a new family soon enough. Emily even asks about Chibs himself, Juice’s only reply is to say he’s grateful to have the chance to prospect. Smart boy. After their conversation dies out, Juice goes back to giving out drinks and Chibs and Emily sit at the bar, their lips locked together and his hands wandering..

An hour or so later the party had died down. It's nearly 2 AM, a variety of people are sprawled out over various furniture. Chibs walks Emily over to the door, kissing her on the cheek he promises to see her next weekend. She’d be a good old lady in a different life. Smart, stable, not as tough as Fiona but that wasn’t needed when the IRA was miles away. He knows Gemma would approve but Emily herself wouldn’t go for it. She was a career woman at heart, working five days a week in an office building, who just happened to like having a bit of fun on the weekends.

Walking back into the clubhouse he spots Tig throwing the kid a brush and indicating the floor. He’d been missing for the last hour and Chibs doesn’t want to know where he’s been. Juice looks tired already and he’ll be here God knows how many more hours but no one ever said prospecting was easy. When he reaches them both he throws an arm over Tig’s shoulders before grinning at the prospect, ‘’You might wanna get started now, lad.’’ Looking at the destruction around the room and the prospect’s startled expression, he decides he likes messing with the prospect too.

#gemma teller #chibs telford #juice ortiz #tig trager #soa #Prospect's work #soa fanfiction #sons of anarchy #clay morrow #sons of anarchy fanfiction #fic #my fanfic #juice ortiz fanfiction #prospect #new prospect #prospect juice

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snailg0th · 3 years

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here’s my giant leftist to-read list for the next few years!!!

if a little (done!) it written next to the book, it means i’ve finished it! i’m gonna try to update this as i read but no promises on remembering haha

Economics/Politics

Property by Karl Marx

Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx (done!)

Wages, Price, and Profit by Karl Marx (done!)

Wage-Labor and Capital by Karl Marx (done!)

Capital Volume I by Karl Marx

The 1844 Manuscripts by Karl Marx

Socialism: Utopian and Scientific by Fredrich Engles

Synopsis of Capital by Fredrich Engels

The Principles of Communism by Fredrich Engles

Imperialism, The Highest Stage Of Capitalism by Vladmir Lenin

The State And Revolution by Vladmir Lenin

The Revolution Betrayed by Leon Trotsky

Fascism: What is it and How to Fight it by Leon Trotsky

In Defense Of Marxism by Leon Trotsky

The Accumulation of Capital by Rosa Luxemborg

Reform or Revolution by Rosa Luxemburg

Discipline and Punish by Michel Foucault

The Conquest of Bread by Peter Kropotkin

On Anarchism by Noam Chomsky

Profit over People by Noam Chomsky

An Introduction to Marxist Economic Theory by Ernest Mandel

The Affluent Society by John Kenneth Galbraith

The Postmodern Condition by Jean François Lyotard

Capitalist Realism by Mark Fisher

The Socialist Reconstruction of Society by Daniel De Leon

Anarchism and Other Essays by Emma Goldman

Socialism Made Easy by James Connolly

Race

Biased: Uncover in the Hidden Prejudice That Shapes What We See, Think, and Do

Blindspot by Mahzarin R. Banaji

Racism Without Racists: Color-blind Racism And The Persistence Of Racial Inequality In America by Eduardo Bonilla-Silva

How To Be Less Stupid About Race: On Racism, White Supremacy And The Racial Divide by Crystal M. Flemming

This Book is Anti-Racist: 20 Lessons on How To Wake Up, Take Action, And Do The Work by Tiffany Jewell & Aurelia Durand

The Next American Revolution: Sustainable Activism For The Twenty-First Century by Grace Lee Boggs

Tell Me Who You Are by Winona Guo & Priya Vulchi

The Fire This Time: A New Generation Speaks About Race by Jesymn Ward

Class, Race, and Marxism by David R. Roediger

America for Americans: A History Of Xenophobia In The United States by Erica Lee

The Politics Of The Veil by Joan Wallach Scott

A Different Mirror A History Of Multicultural America by Ronald Takaki

A People’s History Of The United States by Howard Zinn

Black Theory

The Wretched Of The World by Frantz Fanon

Black Marxism by Cedric J Robinson

Malcolm X Speaks by Malcolm X

Women, Culture, and Politics by Angela Davis

Women, Race, & Class by Angela Davis (done!)

Freedom is a Constant Struggle by Angela Davis (done!)

The Meaning of Freedom by Angela Davis

Sister Outsider by Audre Lorde

Ain’t I A Woman? by Bell Hooks

Yearning by Bell Hooks

Dora Santana’s Works

An End To The Neglect Of The Problems Of The Negro Women by Claudia Jones

I Am Your Sister by Audre Lorde

Women’s Liberation And The African Freedom Struggle by Thomas Sankara

W.E.B. DuBois Essay Collection

Black Reconstruction by W.E.B. DuBois

Lynch Law by Ida B. Wells

The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison

Sula by Toni Morrison

Song Of Solomon by Toni Morrison

Beloved by Toni Morrison

Paradise by Toni Morrison

A Mercy by Toni Morrison

This Bridge Called My Back by Cherríe Moraga

Stamped from the Beginning: The Definitive History of Racist Ideas in America

So You Want to Talk About Race by Ijeoma Oluo

The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness by Michelle Alexander

Black Feminist Thought by Patricia Hill Collins

Eloquent Rage: A Black Feminist Discovers Her Superpower by Dr. Brittney Cooper

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou

Black Skins, White Masks and The Wretched of the Earth by Frantz Fanon

Killing of the Black Body

Revolutionary Suicide by Huey P Newton

Settlers; The myth of the White Proletariat

Fearing The Black Body; The Racial Origins of Fatphobia

Freedom Dreams; The Black Radical Imagination

How Capitalism Underdeveloped Black America

How Europe Underdeveloped Africa

An Argument For Black Women’s Liberation As a Revolutionary Force by Mary Anne Weathers

Voices of Feminism Oral History Project by Frances Beal

Ghosts In The Schoolyard: Racism And School Closings On Chicago’s South Side by Eve L. Ewing

Tears We Cannot Stop: A Sermon To White America by Michael Eric Dyson

Why We Can’t Wait by Martin Luther King, Jr.

Fatal Invention: How Science, Politics, Big Business, Re-create Race In The 21st Century by Dorothy Roberts

We Gon’ Be Alright: Notes on Race & Resegregation by Jeff Chang

They Can’t Kill Us All: Ferguson, Baltimore, and a New Era In America’s Racial Justice Movement by Wesley Lowery

The Common Wind by Julius S. Scott

Black Is The Body: Stories From My Grandmother’s Time, My Mother’s Time, And Mine by Emily Bernard

We Were Eight Years In Power: An American Tragedy by Ta-Nehisi Coates

American Lynching by Ashraf H. A. Rushdy

Raising Our Hands by Jenna Arnold

Redefining Realness by Janet Mock

When Affirmative Action Was White: An Untold History of Racial Inequality in Twentieth-Century America by Ira Katznelson

Whistling Vivaldi: How Stereotypes Affects Us and What We Can Do

Citizen: An American Lyric by Claudia Rankine

Left of Karl Marx: The Political Life Of Black Communist Claudia Jones by Carole Boyce Davies

Black Studies Manifesto by Darlene Clark

The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

The Souls Of Black Folk by W.E.B. Du Bois

Darkwater by W.E.B. Du Bois

The Education Of Blacks In The South, 1860-1935 by James D. Anderson

The Half Has Never Been Told: Slavery And The Making Of American Capitalism by Edward E. Baptist

The Color Of Money: Black Banks And The Racial Wealth Gap by Mehrsa Baradaran

A Black Women’s History Of The United States by Daina Ramey Berry & Kali Nicole Gross

The Price For Their Pound Of Flesh: The Value Of The Enslaved, From Womb to Grave, In The Building Of A Nation by Daina Ramey Berry

North Of Slavery: The Negro In The Free States, 1780-1869 by Leon F. Litwack

Black Stats: African Americans By The Numbers In The Twenty-First Century by Monique M. Morris

Pushout: The Criminalization of Black Girls in Schools by Monique M. Morris

40 Million Dollar Slaves: The Rise, Fall, And Redemption of The Black Athlete by William C. Rhoden

From #BlackLivesMatter To Black Liberation by Keeanga-Yamahtta Taylor

A More Beautiful And Terrible History: The Uses And Misuses Of Civil Rights History by Jeanne Theoharis

Medical Apartheid: The Dark History Of Medical Experimentation On Black Americans From Colonial Times To The Present by Harriet A. Washington

Working At The Intersections: A Black Feminist Disability Framework” by Moya Bailey

Theory by Dionne Brand

Black Women, Writing, And Identity by Carole Boyce Davies

Slavery By Another Name: The Re-enslavement Of Black Americans From The Civil War To World War II by Douglass A. Blackmon

Black Like Me by John Howard Griffin

The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin

Some Of Us Are Very Hungry Now by Andre Perry

The Origins Of The Urban Crisis: Race and Inequality In Postwar Detroit by Thomas Surgue

They Can’t Kill Us Until They Kill Us by Hanif Abdurraqib

Beyond Containment: Autobiographical Reflections, Essays and Poems by Claudia Jones

The Black Woman: An Anthology by Toni McCade

Double Jeopardy: To Be Black and Female by Frances Beal

How We Get Free: Black Feminism and the Combahee River Collective by Keeanga-Yamahtta Taylor

Indigenous Theory

Colonize This! by Daisy Hernandez and Bushra Rehman

As We Have Always Done

Braiding Sweetgrass

Spaces Between Us

The Sacred Hoop by Paula Gunn Allen

Native: Identity, Belonging, And Rediscovering God by Kaitlin Curtice

An Indigenous People’s History Of The United States by Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz

Why Indigenous Literatures Matter by Daniel Heath Justice

Highway of Tears: A True Story of Racism, Indifference, And The Pursuit Of Justice For Missing And Murdered Indigenous Women and Girls by Jessica McDiarmid

The Other Slavery by Andrés Reséndez

Seven Fallen Feathers by Tanya Talaga

All Our Relations: Indigenous Trauma In The Shadow Of Colonialism by Tanya Talaga

All Our Relations: Finding The Path Forward by Tanya Talaga

Everything You Wanted To Know About Indians But Were Afraid To Ask by Anton Treuer

Rez Life: An Indian’s Journey Through Reservation Life by David Treuer

Latine Theory

Borderlands/La Frontera by Gloria Anzaldúa

Open Veins of Latin America: Five Centuries of Pillage of A Continent by Eduardo Galeano

Inventing Latinos: A New Story of American Racism by Laura E. Gomez

De Colores Means All Of Us by Elizabeth Martinez

Middle Eastern And Muslim Theory

How Does It Feel To Be A Problem? Being Young And Arab In America by Moustafa Bayoumi

We Too Sing America: South Asian, Arab, Muslim, and Sikh Immigrants Shape Our Multiracial Future by Deepa Iyer

Alligator and Other Stories by Dima Alzayat

API Theory

Orientalism by Edward Said

The Making Of Asian America by Erika Lee

On Gold Mountain by Lisa See

Strangers From A Different Shore: A History of Asian Americans by Ronald Takaki

They Called Us Enemy (Graphic Novel) by George Takei

Yellow Peril!: An Archive of Anti-Asian Fear by Edited by John Kuo Wei Tchen and Dylan Yeats

Yellow: Race In America Beyond Black And White by Frank H. Wu

Alien Nation: Chinese Migration In The Americas From The Coolie Era Through World War II by Elliott Young

The Good Immigrants: How The Yellow Peril Became The Model Minorities by Madeline H. Ysu

Asian American Dreams: The Emergence Of An American People by Helen Zia

The Myth Of The Model Minority: Asian Americans Facing Racism by Rosalind S. Chou & Joe R. Feagin

Two Faces Of Exclusion: The Untold Story Of Anti-Asian Racism In The United States by Lon Kurashige

Whiteness

White Fragility by Robin Di Angelo (done!)

White Kids: Growing Up With Privilege In A Racially Divided America by Margaret A. Hagerman

Waking Up White by Deby Irving

The History of White People by Nell Irvin Painter

White Like Me: Reflections On Race From A Privileged Son by Tim Wise

White Rage by Carol Anderson

What Does It Mean To Be White: Developing White Racial Literacy by Robin DiAngelo

The Invention of The White Race: Volume 1: Racial Oppression and Social Control by Theodore W. Allen

The Invention of The White Race: Volume 2: The Origin of Racial Oppression in Anglo-America by Theodore W. Allen

Immigration

Call Me American by Abdi Nor Iftir

Create Dangerously: The Immigrant Artist At Work by Edwidge Danticat

My Family Divided by Diane Guerrero

The Devil’s Highway: A True Story by Luis Alberto Urrea

The Undocumented Americans by Karla Cornejo Villavicencio

Enrique’s Journey by Sonia Nazario

Tell Me How It Ends: An Essay In Forty Questions by Valeria Luiselli

Voter Suppression

One Person, No Vote: How Voter Suppression Is Destroying Our Democracy by Carol Anderson

Give Us The Vote: The Modern Struggle For Voting Rights In America by Ari Berman

Prison Abolition And Police Violence

Abolition Democracy by Angela Davis

Are Prisons Obsolete? by Angela Davis

The Prison Industrial Complex by Angela Davis

Political Prisoners, Prisons, And Black Liberation by Angela Davis

Just Mercy by Bryan Stevenson (done!)

The End Of Policing by Alex S Vitale

Invisible No More: Police Violence Against Black Women and Women of Color by Andrea J. Ritchie

Choke Hold: Policing Black Men by Paul Butler

From The War On Poverty To The War On Crime: The Making Of Mass Incarceration In America by Elizabeth Hinton

Feminist Theory

The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir

A Vindication of the Rights of Women by Mary Wollstonecraft

Bad Feminist by Roxanne Gay

7 Feminist And Gender Theories

Race, Gender, And Class by Margaret L. Anderson

African Gender Studies by Oyèrónkẹ́ Oyěwùmí

The Invention Of Women by Oyèrónkẹ́ Oyěwùmí

What Gender Is Motherhood? by Oyèrónkẹ́ Oyěwùmí

Feminism Without Borders: Decolonizing Theory, Practicing Solidarity by Chandra Talpade Mohanty

I Am Malala by Malala Youssef

LGBT Theory

Gender Trouble by Judith Butler

Performative Acts and Gender Constitution by Judith Butler

Imitation and Gender Insubordination by Judith Butler

Bodies That Matter by Judith Butler

Excitable Speech by Judith Butler

Undoing Gender by Judith Butler

The Roots Of Lesbian And Gay Opression: A Marxist View by Bob McCubbin

Compulsory Heterosexuality And Lesbian Existence by Adrienne Rich

Decolonizing Trans/Gender 101 by B. Binohan

Gay.Inc: The Nonprofitization of Queer Politics by Merl Beam

Pronouns Good or Bad: Attitudes and Relationships with Gendered Pronouns

Transgender Warriors

Whipping Girl; A Transsexual Woman on Sexism and the Scapegoating of Femininity

Stone Butch Blues by Lesie Feinberg (done!)

The Stonewall Reader by Edmund White

Sissy by Jacob Tobia

Gender Outlaw by Kate Bornstein

Butch Queens Up In Pumps by Marlon M. Bailey

Black On Both Sides: A Racial History Of Trans Identities by C Riley Snorton

Go Tell It On The Mountain by James Baldwin

Ezili’s Mirrors: Imagining Black Queer Genders by Omise’eke Natasha Tinsley

Lavender and Red by Emily K. Hobson

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