Tig’s breathing in his ear, tequila rolling off him in waves, gentle like the way he fucks Juice isn’t.
can we talk about how this is such a simple line and yet so effective insofar as establishing how rough and graceless their fucking is??? lord god almighty.
Tig doesn’t care. “Puerto Rican ass is pretty tight, Juicey.”
and this is where my heart picked up
Tig will fuck anything alive and breathing, and sometimes anything that isn’t.
and this is where i FUCKIN SCREAMED cos tig <333
“Yeah, baby. You wanna suck Happy’s dick? Or maybe it’s Chibs,” he says, right in Juice’s ear, hot and wet, “Maybe you want him to hold you down, fuck you slow.”
i can't with how in character this is??? cos tig is into it purely because he loves getting off, and anything he can do to make the process feel grubbier; well that's only gonna enhance his experience, lbr. lmao. perfect <3
The guy is black, reminds him of the daddy he never knew. It makes him sick, even sicker when the thought of being fucked turns his blood hot in his veins
the fact that you've interpreted those scenes thus; attributed juice's skittishness to guilt and self-flagellation? yes!
“I love you, brother.” Too friendly, too fucking full of emotion. Chibs is going to know, going to put two in the back of Juice’s head.
“I love you, too,” Chibs says, pulls Juice in tight. It’s worse than two in the back of his head.
mate. this whole thing is basically fear and self-loathing in las vegas? it's such smart writing how juice's eventual attempt to take his life seems an accumulative thing; there's this one poisonous thought process persists throughout the whole piece, and whatever the final straw, there's no denying his internal struggle over his sexuality informs his decision.
Not so stark and covered in their blood, bits of their skull and brain cells in his eyes, his mouth. He’s not like Jax and Clay. Can’t just take a life and move on.
i love this line??? the lyricism of it; it's so lovely. and also all that it explicitly states. because the implication throughout the entirety of the piece is that for all he's not actually weaker, juice's make up nevertheless differs compared with the other members of the m/c. on account of his sexuality, sure; but moreso as regards his sensibilities-- his sensitivity.
As he jumps, he thinks of his motorcycle, riding the wind and a Glasgow smile. Then he thinks of nothing at all.
oh, but you're so good. those sucker punch lines that have a profound effect on the reader; deposit them right at the epicentre of the action? they've always been your strong suit to my mind, and that there's a prime example. i feel your writing in the marrow of my fucking bones, honestly. its effect transcends resonance.
he thinks for a moment that he might puke down himself, spit blood and truth until there’s nothing left. He doesn’t expect Chibs when he turns around. It feels like he’s jumping all over again.
i'm playing great line bingo, and i'm gonna fill out my fucking card a million times over!!!
Juice takes it because he’s weak, cowardly, can’t even fucking kill himself why don’t you just fucking shoot me, do it. He’s crying like the pussy he is but doesn’t want.
this is most probably my favourite line of the whole thing? it speaks to how little juice thinks of himself: both in terms of his actual attempt to take his life and his feeling like a failure for not succeeding; and a million other reasons besides. it's like a succinct summary of the whole piece, and that last part in particular is just really nice writing which makes for really nice reading?
Chibs pulls back, his eyes softer with understanding and suddenly Juice is angry. Chibs doesn’t understand shit and Juice wants to push back, strike out, put his bruises on someone else. His fists curl, almost of their own accord.
AHHHHH that fight! juice has all but given up, and yet there's something in him rears up confronted with chibs. the reaction chibs elicits proves stronger than juice's urge to succumb to defeat, and i just !!!!!
can we talk about how this is such a simple line and yet so effective insofar as establishing how rough and graceless their fucking is??? lord god almighty.
Tig doesn’t care. “Puerto Rican ass is pretty tight, Juicey.”
and this is where my heart picked up
Tig will fuck anything alive and breathing, and sometimes anything that isn’t.
and this is where i FUCKIN SCREAMED cos tig <333
“Yeah, baby. You wanna suck Happy’s dick? Or maybe it’s Chibs,” he says, right in Juice’s ear, hot and wet, “Maybe you want him to hold you down, fuck you slow.”
i can't with how in character this is??? cos tig is into it purely because he loves getting off, and anything he can do to make the process feel grubbier; well that's only gonna enhance his experience, lbr. lmao. perfect <3
The guy is black, reminds him of the daddy he never knew. It makes him sick, even sicker when the thought of being fucked turns his blood hot in his veins
the fact that you've interpreted those scenes thus; attributed juice's skittishness to guilt and self-flagellation? yes!
“I love you, brother.” Too friendly, too fucking full of emotion. Chibs is going to know, going to put two in the back of Juice’s head.
“I love you, too,” Chibs says, pulls Juice in tight. It’s worse than two in the back of his head.
mate. this whole thing is basically fear and self-loathing in las vegas? it's such smart writing how juice's eventual attempt to take his life seems an accumulative thing; there's this one poisonous thought process persists throughout the whole piece, and whatever the final straw, there's no denying his internal struggle over his sexuality informs his decision.
Not so stark and covered in their blood, bits of their skull and brain cells in his eyes, his mouth. He’s not like Jax and Clay. Can’t just take a life and move on.
i love this line??? the lyricism of it; it's so lovely. and also all that it explicitly states. because the implication throughout the entirety of the piece is that for all he's not actually weaker, juice's make up nevertheless differs compared with the other members of the m/c. on account of his sexuality, sure; but moreso as regards his sensibilities-- his sensitivity.
As he jumps, he thinks of his motorcycle, riding the wind and a Glasgow smile. Then he thinks of nothing at all.
oh, but you're so good. those sucker punch lines that have a profound effect on the reader; deposit them right at the epicentre of the action? they've always been your strong suit to my mind, and that there's a prime example. i feel your writing in the marrow of my fucking bones, honestly. its effect transcends resonance.
he thinks for a moment that he might puke down himself, spit blood and truth until there’s nothing left. He doesn’t expect Chibs when he turns around. It feels like he’s jumping all over again.
i'm playing great line bingo, and i'm gonna fill out my fucking card a million times over!!!
Juice takes it because he’s weak, cowardly, can’t even fucking kill himself why don’t you just fucking shoot me, do it. He’s crying like the pussy he is but doesn’t want.
this is most probably my favourite line of the whole thing? it speaks to how little juice thinks of himself: both in terms of his actual attempt to take his life and his feeling like a failure for not succeeding; and a million other reasons besides. it's like a succinct summary of the whole piece, and that last part in particular is just really nice writing which makes for really nice reading?
Chibs pulls back, his eyes softer with understanding and suddenly Juice is angry. Chibs doesn’t understand shit and Juice wants to push back, strike out, put his bruises on someone else. His fists curl, almost of their own accord.
AHHHHH that fight! juice has all but given up, and yet there's something in him rears up confronted with chibs. the reaction chibs elicits proves stronger than juice's urge to succumb to defeat, and i just !!!!!
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