#redeampt

* MANHANDLING MEME : OPEN

the  door   suddenly   shuts   right   in   front   of   him,  nearly knocking  lee’s   nose   right   off   of   his   face. he  had   been   ready   to   follow   a   dark   haired   woman   out of   the   room   she   ,   and   his   good   old   friend   arthur  ,   had   been   talking   in.   he   hadn’t   heard   her  name.   but   there   was   something   terribly   gentle   in   the way   she   looked   at   the   other   outlaw   ;   a SAD  TENDER   THING.  the  look   of   a   love   unspoken. and  what   man   wouldn’t   like   to   be   looked   at   like  that   by   a   beautiful   woman   ?   stag   had   tilted   his  head   all   the   way   to   the   side,   watching   her   walk  away,   trying   to   memorise   the   way   her   skirts RUFFLED as  her   hips   moved   with   each   step   she   took.   but   his  partner   in   crime   had   been QUICK  ENOUGH to  keep   his   mind   from   wandering   too   far   ahead   by  blocking   out   the   view   in   one   sudden  and CRUEL movement.               ❝     — ARTHUR  MORGAN   !  ❞           lee  exclaimed,   comically   outraged.    

* SONS   OF   ANARCHY   MEME  :  OPEN

      " -- JESUS ARTHUR! ” hand pressed hard to his chest and eyes narrowed, Dutch leaned forward to offer as great a scowl as he could muster at the man. Which wasn’t much given his infectious good mood. “ It ain’t gun happy pinkertons who’re gonna put me in the ground first. Just sneaky and obtrusive hoodlums who don’t know how to give a goddamn hello! ” 

* SONS   OF   ANARCHY   MEME  :  OPEN

❝     —  right.     ❞          the  response  is immediately  followed  by  a  quick  draw  of  a  gun  and  a  shot aiming  at  arthur  morgan’s  foot.  smoke  raises  into  the  cold desert  air  and  dissipates  and  the  false  sheriff  doesn’t seem  to  bother  checking  whether  he  hit  his  target  or  not. all  that  blood  all  those  lives  lost  and  arthur STILL didn’t understand  what  this  whole  outlaw  business  was  about. stagger  lee  pinched  the  bridge  of  his  nose,  frustrated  with the  topic  being  discussed  .   ❝      why  would you  go ‘n’  say  somethin’  as stupid as that,  man  ? i’m gonna  do  anythin’  to  protec–- he  already DEAD, shit-head  !  you’re  just  too  damn  stubborn  to  accept  that !   ❞        lee was  shouting. volume had  never  been  something  he  worried  himself  about.  didn’t matter  whether  he  was  playing  sheriff  or  not,  it  was  no secret  that  mr.  lee  had  a  problem  controlling his IMPULSIVE reactions. but  he  was  a reasonable man ; if  people  had  a  problem  with  the  way  he  expressed  himself they  were  always  welcome  to  complain  into  the BARREL OF  HIS  GUN.

❝        there ain’t  no  room  for  men  like  dutch  in  this  line  a’work, arthur  !  y’all  been  fed  this  idea  that  you  can  get  the best  of  both  worlds  !  sure  we  kill  a  buncha  folks ‘n’ rob ‘em  blind  but,  ya  know, gotta  keep  some morals  intact. QUIT.  YOUR.  BULLSHIT. !  ❞        the  last  three  words  are  a  demand. something ANGRY and REAL that  most didn’t live  long  enough to  witness  coming from  mr.  lee  .   but  he  considered  morgan  to  be  his friend  ;  a  friendship  developed  between  stagger  lee  and anyone  else  would  always  be  built  on  a somewhat UNCONVENTIONAL basis  but  still  ,  he could  not  bare  seeing  a  pal  of  his  being  this  damn DENSE. ❝     you  act  big ‘n’  tough  but  truth  of  the matter  is,  you  dyin’  for  some fine  piece  of  ass to show  up ‘n’  sell  you  on  the  idea  of  buildin’  up a  family  .   ❞         words  practically ooze  with  disappointment  as  he  speaks.  dutch  had  passed  down a  doctrine  to  his  followers  based  on  nothing  more  than  an unspoken  desire  to  be RESCUED from  the  outlaw way  of  life. 

a  boring  notion.  and  to this  fake  sheriff, being  boring  was  the  worst  crime of  all. he  raised  his  gun,  aiming  it  at  his friend’s  head.   ❝        —  i  expected  more from  you,  arthur.   ❞       

━━━  * HEADCANON MEME

it’s always important to point out that stagger lee, in many aspects, is a child that never truly grew up. of course the implications of having the emotional instability of a child and misconceptions about the consequences of one’s actions as AN ADULT MAN is a very dangerous scary thought BUT WE’LL LEAVE THAT FOR SOME OTHER TIME; stagger lee likes to be ENTERTAINED. that’s pretty much been his only goal his whole life. there’s nothing worse in his eyes than being boring. and because at the saloon his momma worked there was a lot of gambling going on, one of the best greatest most special gifts he ever got was a deck of cards. a drunken costumer that would keep lee around because he was “a lucky charm” gave one to him as a reward for a series of games well played.  stagger doesn’t remember ever getting a gift before that day. and he certainly didn’t get a whole bunch after either. 

LATE NIGHTS MEME. ( ACCEPTING. )

   all javier can do is scoff at the dramatics of the elder, nothing too surprising considering how cynical they BOTH could at times, but arthur takes the cake. while most would fault arthur for his thoughts and sour-faced speculations, javier was always at the fire after everyone else had succumbed to slumber, cigarette in his mouth and legs crossed over the other while his brother from another mother sat hunched on the log. he knew how hard the last couple of days had been and god knows that morgan had the whole world on his shoulders, all those requests and demands. javier admired the elder’s strength…but he HATED the way it was leaving him in the end.