#dilseachd

Bobby wanted to believe that Jax had done the right thing for his family, for the club. He had told them he was going to turn himself in, that he’d made a deal about the KG’9′s but Bobby knew the system. Jax was going to do a long time for this shit. He’d gone home to turn himself in, see Tara a little bit before he did  so.  Abel and Thomas were still with them at the ice cream shop and Bobby looked over at Chibs, making sure Abel didn’t hear too much. The kid was getting older and he knew he picked up things.

      ❛  how long's it gonna last this time ? six months ? three ? a couple weeks ?  ❜

      ❛  i dont care what else you do. where you go , how you screw up your life. just... survive.  ❜

I feel like on a good day these two are just a vicious cycle of inappropriate life encouragement that really should not be given at all

            “Your---boys,” he begins, unsure what to call Filip’s crowd. They seem rough and so does he and that’s worrisome. Sawyer’s a big man, he can hold his own, but the little ones who barely speak English and don’t know more than what’s outside their animalistic bubble--- their vulnerability is sky high. It would be a failure in his part as king to ignore possible threats. “What’re the chances I’ll have to worry about ‘em?”

                                        ❛      mates are a waste of fucking time.   they’re always ready to drag ye down to their level of social,   sexual,   &  intellectual   mediocrity.     ❜

            He uses a jagged fingernail to pick at a scab on his thumb, watching the spots of blood well up as the crust tears away. Sawyer recognizes the things he does aren’t healthy, the way he handles things is not in a self-preserving manner. “Should be,” he allows. “But it really ain’t worth your time, all the people you gotta take care’a. Don’t let me distract from that.”