Lady Love: Gemma Teller-Morrow from Sons of Anarchy
An easy way to understand Gemma's awesome is to add "biker gang" at the end of every sentence.
She's a wife and mother... of a biker gang.
She's a community organizer... of a biker gang.
She can have you killed and buried in a shallow grave without your testicles... because she's part of a goddamn biker gang.
"Mom" doesn't cut it. Gemma is a matriarch. She's a smart, steely, stone-cold hardass who operates behind the scenes to keep all those biker boys in line. The club president? The VP? She keeps both under thumb -- they're her husband and son, respectively. The town police chief? One of her buddies. Gemma takes scheming and manipulating to a level of art -- she'll do whatever it takes to protect her family and the club, even if it means keeping secrets, treating people like pawns, or breaking tiny little laws about guns and blackmail and death threats. The series creator describes her as "a Machiavellian personality and a megalomaniac."
While the menfolk are off blowing shit up and getting arrested, Gemma understands that sometimes you need to a deft hand. Sometimes you need to be smart and sly, operating from the shadows and carefully pulling the strings of your puppets.
And sometimes you just need to hit a bitch in the face with a skateboard.
LOOK AT THIS HBIC.
She's a scarred, tattooed, leather-wearing biker mama who goes where she wants, manipulates anything under her power, and will pull a gun if she's cut off in traffic.
Between bouts of psychologically scarring her victims, she hosts community fairs.
Relationships:
Gemma and Her Boys:
Gemma would do anything for family, and they would do anything for her. She's queen and everyone knows it -- no one messes with Gemma or retribution comes with a silencer in a bathroom stall.
This man is a murderer, torturer, arsonist, gunrunner, and livestock rapist. And Gemma just does not give a fuck.
Gemma and Tara:
This is Gemma and her son's girlfriend, Tara. At first Gemma hates her and their relationship is one of catty frenemies -- she doesn't approve, doesn't want Tara around her son -- but Tara manages to prove herself and Gemma starts taking her under her wing and teaching her how to be a BAMF, and it's awesome.
It's important to bond with your potential daughter-in-law. Shoot up a porn star's car!
She also teaches Tara useful household tips for biker women, like always filing the serial numbers off the guns they carry in their purses. She even shows Tara her personal stash, which she keeps in hat boxes in her closet.
"You and Clay have this many guns?"
"These are just mine."
Gemma and the Fed:
Stahl is an ATF agent who really, really wants to bring down the club. She and Gemma have several notable encounters with lots of veiled threats and smirk-offs and the occasional murder. You know, the usual.
Gemma and Cherry:
Their relationship was short and full of skateboards, but it was also hilarious and totally unpredictable because at any given moment Gemma could find herself functioning as mother, mentor, nose-breaker, or probation officer.
"No more burning down shit." Gemma's words of wisdom, folks.
Gemma Reigns Supreme Over Everything:
Basically, Gemma takes care of all her girls.
Unless she's putting them in the hospital.
Or destroying their souls.
But mostly she's full of love, ammo, and community spirit!
The Gemma version of a three-way. That is, three chicks with three fully-loaded weapons. YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT'S NOT BRILLIANT.
Quotes:
Police chief: Got a disturbing call from a woman who says you pulled a gun on her.
Gemma: Yeah.
Police chief: ...That's it? Just yeah?
Gemma: Well I didn't shoot her.
Hayes: A few good acts of contrition can make you feel good too, love. (hands her a cross)
Gemma: There's only one way these beads could make me feel good, love. And it involves a whole different act.
"Jesus is just a guy who mows my lawn."
Gemma: Let's go in the booth. Come on, let me give you a quick hand job.
Clay: I already got a picture of that.
Gemma: This time it'll be my hand.
Gemma: Jax is in a real strange place. He doesn't need any outside voices in his head. Stay clear of him.
Tara: We're not 19 years old anymore. You can't dictate what he does, who he sees --
Gemma: I'm his mother, and until I am dead and cold, I am going to do anything I have to do to protect him.
Jax: What the hell is with you and busting chicks' noses?
Gemma: This one was an accident, I promise.
Gemma: If you so much as flash a pretty grin at him, I will jam my fist so far up your bony ass, your cup size will double.
Cherry: That how your rack got so big?
Admit it, it's a beautiful rack.
In Conclusion:
BASICALLY, SHE RULES.