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*something minimally embarrassing happens on a light hearted tv show*

me to myself, covering my eyes with a blanket: “don’t worry baby it’s not real, it’s only actors. In real life embarrassing things don’t actually happen”

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That bloody wink and the way he says Darling, gives me bloody chills 😍 I'd let him screw me over a car anyday of the bloody week

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An underwater graveyard in Llyn Celyn, Wales. The village it was located in was flooded in the 60’s to supply water to Liverpool.

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Lol literally I’ve been out of this general fandom for a while. Still a fan of Jack just moved onto other things. So I see all this hullabaloo about Olivia and genuinely got confused and thought this was 2011 again. I’ve been alive for too long. People really expect him to be a perfect human for some reason. Who even cares, why aren’t they living their own life 😂 those of us who are more than like 17 years old have known about this stuff for years dude ❤️

Me checking what the Jack White fandom is up to today…

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Rob Bowyer

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Top 10 Reasons Keith Richards is the Biggest Softie in Rock n' Roll

10. His favorite nickname for Mick is "darling."

9. He's been married to the same woman for 38 years, and, when not on tour, acted like a regular suburban dad, bringing their daughters to soccer games, cooking meals, and gifting her flowers and new songs.

8. Even before he met Patti, he was a total romantic, and very respectful of women. "If I'm going to be with a woman, even if just for a day or two, then we've got to have a laugh. And then, if we get around to screwing, that's wonderful. But I've never started a relationship just for the purpose of wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am. Chicks are too precious for that. I mean, I love chicks. I love them too much to just roll over and stick it in."

7. Whatever is going on here.

6. "I never sleep alone. If there is no one to sleep next to, I’ll sleep next to a stuffed animal. It makes me feel secure and safe. It’s a little embarrassing to admit, I’m an old man now. It’s important to me though."

5. That look™ (which he also gives to Mick and Ronnie).

4. He has a habit of adopting stray and abandoned animals.

3. He makes a point of supporting his bandmates' solo ventures, and attending their concerts, art exhibits, etc.

2. He wrote a kids book, with his daughter.

1. According to Mick, "He's loyal to a fault." When a journalist asked in 2006 if he was planning on replacing Charlie Watts, he said he would "rather drop first." Oh, and 10 years later: "I want to be buried next to Charlie Watts."

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I recently came out to my mother's side of the family who are majority conservative christians and it went much better than I expected. Like, they were weirdly supportive. I only got one comment insinuating that I might possibly be going to hell but it came from my aunt and she's dying soon anyway so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Anyway, I'm telling them how shocked I am and that I honestly thought that they'd have more of a problem with it when my grandma is like "Well you know we've been through this before with your uncle Nicky" and I'm like "what" and so it turns out that my uncle Nick was born a Natalie, came out as a boy at 19, and my great grandma proceeded to pay for his top surgery and hormone therapy. In 1974. And I just had to process for a bit because my entire life no one has referred to him as anything other than he/him and his chosen name. I ask why no one ever thought to mention this and they're just like "tbh we forgot. It's been so long that he's been a man" This man is married. He has a wife and three kids. I ask my relatives how they went about having kids, whether through adoption or sperm donor or what and none of them know. Apparently he just told everyone that they were gonna be parents and then one day showed up at my grandma's house with a baby. No questions were asked. Just. He and his wife had a baby now and that was that. Three times. Weeks later when I finally talk to my aunt Sarah (Nick's wife) all she tells me is that neither of them have ever been pregnant and, I quote, "sometimes you just come into children". She phrased it like people use the phrase "come into money". Like children are something that just happens to you. I ask my relatives if any of them had a problem with Nick being trans at the time, saying I'd understand if they had negative feelings about it, as it was the 1970s after all. They were like "nope" and i was just like "you didn't think anything of it?" And my grandfather was like "these things happen" while the other adults nodded sagely. So I guess the moral here is that if my conservative christian relatives could accept my uncle as trans in the 1970s then there really isn't any excuse for anyone. And also my family needs to ask more questions because I'm fairly sure my aunt and uncle stole their kids.

I'm laughing my ass off at that last sentence- But I'm so glad your coming out went well! That's one heck of a way to find out you have LGBT relatives.

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so many songs to listen to. so many books to read. so many things to watch. so much stuff to write. i think i will sit here and decompose

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Could literally die and nobody would give a fuck

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Lol a mom and in your 30s? What're u doing writing smut?

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Starring: Eliza, Clay, Gemma, Tig, Chibs, Kyle Hobart Mentions of: Juice, Jax

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Dapper Daddy’s :’)

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Request: Number 30 with Tig Trager- ‘Let’s have another baby’

Number 30 with Tig Trager- ‘Let’s have another baby’.

So I’m not entirely sure this is any good, but I tried my best! If you’re looking for Tiggy fluff, this is the place to be <3 this is for anon.

Whenever he was home to do so, Tig always made a point of reading your toddler son a bedtime story. You weren’t sure exactly when this began, but it always warmed your heart to see your old man with the beautiful child you’d made together cradled in the crook of his arm, half on and off the bed, reading from whatever story book he’d picked out. It was always something different, but Tig went to great lengths to make it entertaining- he did voices for the characters and sound effects too.

But lately, you knew Tig had been stressed. The club was going through a rough patch and he often wasn’t getting home until well into the early hours of the morning. You of course understood that it was par for the course of being with a member of SAMCRO and you never complained, even though of course you missed him. You just got on with it and so did your son.

Tonight, for the first time in a while, Tig had come home early. His shoulders had been stiff and his brow furrowed, the beautiful blue eyes you’d fallen in love with clouded over with worry. You wanted to ask what was going on but you could sense he didn’t want to talk about it, so you’d simply made him dinner and let him relax, not piling on any extra stress. You had expected him to forget about the bed time story routine, so you were surprised when he heaved himself off the couch and carried your boy up the stairs to choose a story, but nevertheless it made you smile.

You smiled even more when you went upstairs a little while later and peered into your son’s bedroom.

“… And where was her white-frilled cap? And her shawl? And her gown and her petticoat? And how small she’d grown, and how brown, and covered with prickles! Why, Mrs Tiggy-winkle was nothing but a hedgehog!” Tig finished reading softly. Your son was pretty much asleep already, the eyes he’d inherited from his father almost completely closed. Tig closed the book and caught sight of you leant against the doorframe, watching with a gentle smile on your face. He smiled back, carefully moving the small boy onto his pillows before getting up and tucking him in. “Goodnight, son,” He muttered to the now truly sleeping boy before crossing the room towards you. Joining you in the doorway, Tig looked down at you.

“Mrs Tiggy-Winkle, huh?” You asked quietly, with some amusement.

“He liked Peter Rabbit last time, so…” Tig shrugged. You both looked back at him for a second before withdrawing from the bedroom and closing the door. You looked at him properly out in the hallway.

“You look happier,” You noted, before you could stop yourself. “Than earlier, I mean.”

“Yeah… sorry I haven’t been around much lately, doll. I’ve missed you,” His hands curled around your hips and he pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I missed him, too.”

“It’s okay,” You promised.

“It’s just kinda shitty, ya know? Missing him growing up while I’m out dealing with club shit… But the only time I feel… right… is here at home with you two.” You were touched to hear this- Tig usually wasn’t one for talking deep about his feelings. He made them clearer in other ways, usually. He looked back at the bedroom door you’d both closed behind you, looking wistful. He then heaved a sigh and looked back down at you. “I wanted to get this fatherhood thing right, you know? Just doesn’t seem to be coming together lately.”

“It’s a rough patch,” You said, “We’ll come through it.” Tig nodded.

“I hope so.” He looked doubtful, which saddened you. He’d been so open with you just then that you felt the need to give him something, too. So you took both his hands, looking up at the man that you loved.

“It was really good, seeing you just now. You know, reading to him, spending time with your son… I don’t think you’re doing so bad at fatherhood, Tiggy.” He looked down at you with silver-grey eyes, reluctant.

“You think?” But you knew in your heart then that it was true.

“Seeing you like that… I fall in love with you even more…” You blushed at the admission. Even after all this time. You looked down at your feet, but Tig put his finger under your chin, lifting your face and forcing you to look at him. He was wearing a small smile now.

“You know I’m the luckiest man in the world, right? Getting to do all this with you,” He gestured to the house but you knew what he meant. Family. You smiled shyly.

“Actually, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while…” This is what you’d been steeling yourself for, on all those lonely nights without him there beside you. Maybe those long nights alone were reason enough for this to be a very bad idea, but somehow it just made you want it even more. You’d been watching your son grow up so much like his daddy and feeling a familiar ache inside of you, a craving for that feeling again… the one where you were full, round with Tig’s baby, and then the wonderment of a newborn in the house once more, seeing him or her in the arms of her father… Somehow, though, you just couldn’t find the words to say it. You looked up at your old man, mute, pleading for help. He was gazing at you like you were his whole world. It knocked the breath out of you. And then he shocked you:

“Let’s have another baby,” He murmured in a low, slightly hoarse voice. You opened your mouth in shock, which Tig misinterpreted. “I know I was just saying I was a shitty father but you and him are the two things that’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been and I’d love to give him a little brother or sister… add to the family, ya know? Maybe it’s crazy, but…” His words were coming out, tripping one over the other, in a rush to explain something which you didn’t need to have explained. You already understood- you felt the same.

“It is crazy,” You interrupted him, looking up at him with brimming eyes. “Yes.”

“W-what?”

“Yes… I want to have another baby with you, Tiggy…. If… if you really mean it…” He silenced you by kissing you. You clutched onto him, your head spinning. Neither of you needed to say any more.

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all in a day’s work

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Does anybody want to be friends....