#angeles and cristobal

[dreamlover31]

So... quite the episode of Mayans tonight

I am so relieved that EZ didn't kill Angel but the fact that after 3 seasons he decides to kill Happy for what he did to their mother?! Like seriously WTF I was shocked when Angel walked in the door and the camera zeros in on Happy's face lol

Also jumped for joy when it was confirmed who Soledad wanted Adelita to kill so she and her family can be free of her...yeah you guessed it it's EZ the question is will she go through it since she's playing a double agent essentially where she's working for the cartel while making plans to possibly attack them

I guess it's a good thing Luis was showing Emily how to shoot a gun cause she's going to need it with that crazy Bucksar woman on the loose, which was very foolish of her to try to kidnap Cristobal from the park like did she not think Emily was going to tell her drug lord husband what happened and have her 'taken care of'

[rocket-sith]

Season 1 had its moments but (IMHO) didn't really stick the landing for the main arc. We had some amazing character development, but the overall story seemed to be incomplete or rushed to completion or just.... I can't put my finger on it.

Season 2, the showrunners have repeatedly said in interviews got clobbered on two different fronts - the Covid clusterfuck created a ton of problems, and they also had interference from Paramount claiming some aspects of the original premise were "too SciFi" or some ridiculous BS.

As a result, they had to keep redoing and rewriting and refilming bits and pieces of Season 2 and hacking it back together while concurrently filming season 3. It's impossible to even tell what's a deliberate retcon and what was just an accidental inconsistency.

I did a big rambly post on this a while back, but tl;dr - Season 2 is four different stories smashed together with zero transitions, one of which is a completely nonsensical red herring that doesn't even belong, and the result is a hot mess.

STORY ONE - Cris and Theresa's Wild Ride. Deals with the social/emotional aspects of temporal fuckery.

STORY TWO - Renee Picard Time Heist. Deals with the more sciency aspects of temporal fuckery.

STORIES ONE AND TWO CAN BE COMBINED FOR A GOOD, FUN, BACK TO THE FUTURE STYLE TIME TRAVEL STORY WITH A ROMANTIC SUBPLOT.

STORY THREE: Grand Theft Borg Queen: Los Angeles. This is "Tapestry" but for Seven. She accepts she'd rather live as an Ex-B than die as a human, which directly mirrors Picard's journey in TNG Tapestry after Picard loudly yells at Q that he'd rather die as the man he truly was than live the life he'd imagined for himself if he'd avoided the situation that led to his artificial heart. Classic Q shenanigans, including fucking with a Starfleet captain before she's even a captain (Time? Linear? LOL.)

STORY FOUR - Rocky Horror Picard Show, where he has to go to a creepy old castle and do the Time Warp (again!) to magically get sent back home. Tragically, his choices in music and food don't involve Meatloaf.

HOW TO WATCH: First pass - Watch the first episode, keep going up until 2024. Watch all the scenes with Q, as he's the common bond and quasi-narrator (unreliable narrator perhaps but it's friggin Q). Watch all the scenes with the time heist, and anything with Theresa and Rios. SKIP THE ENTIRE REST, and don't watch the end yet because some stuff won't make sense. Or go ahead and watch the end if you like spoilers.

Second pass - Watch the first episode, keep going up until 2024. Watch all the scenes with Q, and watch all the scenes with Seven, Raffi, Jurati, and/or the Borg Queen. SKIP THE ENTIRE REST. Pick back up at the end of the last episode when they meet back up with Q, and go ahead and watch the end.

Third pass - Watch everything from the first two passes, and skip all the disjointed WTF with Picard's haunted castle. Pick back up when they meet up with Q to send them back, then watch through the end. I know it seems counterintuitive since the show is called Picard, but his is the only story that doesn't belong. Not in S2. It's the narrative equivalent of putting sand in a snowglobe.

It took me infinite rewatches to figure this out, and other people may have a WAY different POV. But when I watched this way, the end result was two very different feature length episodes with a common beginning and end, with a lot of nonsense on the cutting room floor, that eventually merged into something awesome.

Treat S2 as a Marvel project where you've got concurrent movies in the same universe that eventually end in a crossover - but one of the movies is nonsense that just confuses the overall story, and the other movies are released together as one huge weird director's cut that you need to parse.

Okay so I will concede that Picard season 3 is actually good and worth watching, but only if we can all agree that the first two seasons just do not exist. They are so bad. So so so bad. So bad that in fact they retconned THEIR OWN SEASON 2 PLOT in season 3.

Already I'm going to rewatch TNG now to truly cleanse my palate.

[theesirenteller]

Grocery Store Paternity

↫↫↫ 𝕸𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖑 𝕲𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖔 𝖝 𝕺𝖈! 𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖘𝖙 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊 ↬↬↬

"D'elia? ¿Cómo estás?  Ha pasado mucho tiempo."

Who would've thought that going to pick up a bag of frozen plantains would have the average person end up running into the devil? Most wouldn't think so. But for D'elia Wren, she should've known this day would come. Especially being in Santo Padre. Miguel Galindo was the devil to many. and D'elia was no different. Even since she was fifteen, he terrorized her body and mind. His love for the gringa was the only thing that saved her. Funny how now that didn't feel like such a blessing. 

D'elia stared at him wide-eyed with a clenched jaw. Her throat dry as she bit at the side of her bottom lip. Her hands shook against the cool rod of the cart's handlebar. She could feel the warm and wet sensation of tears start to form in the corner of her eyes. 

"Mom, can I have these, please! It's watermelon and jalapeno flavored!" The familiar squeaky voice felt the comfort of an angel. Which caused D'elia to snap out of her frozen state and turn her attention to the child at her side.

"Uhm, yes of course." D'elia agreed with a forced smile. She nearly snatched the candy bag out of her daughter's hands due to how fast she grabbed it before tossing it into the cart.

Miguel raised an eyebrow as he looked at the child. Watching the two in both curiosity and amusement. When the girl turned to face him and offered the man a polite smile; he felt his world stop and his blood run cold. She had the same smile and eyes as his mother.  She had her mother's vibrant, golden-umber brown skin, full lips, and nose. Everything else screamed Galindo to Miguel. An uncanny resemblance that couldn't be ignored. 

"Hola! I'm-"

"Excuse us." The poor girl was cut off by her mother before she had the time to be polite. D'elia lifted the child up with little to no distress and rolled her cart with her other hand. "Mommy, I'm not a baby!", the child pouted and squirmed. Her whining could be heard through the aisles as well as her mother's hushing.

"Get Davante to pull up her records over the last eight to ten years. Have Chino and Mateo follow her." Miguel ordered Nestor before continuing on with his shopping. 

D'elia and the nameless child haven't left his mind since that day. Days turned into three weeks and three weeks turned into three months before Miguel decided to take action and make a trip to confront D'elia. He hadn't informed Emily of anything and he doubted she would care about his sudden coldness and distance from her. Cristobal was all that he focused on when inside the Galindo home. The thought of his son having an older sister and him having a second child, a daughter. One that wasn't from his wife was…complicated. Both joyous and frightening. He could've turned a blind eye. And a part of him wanted to. Cristobal had been in enough danger and Miguel didn't want to put another child through that. But, then again the girl was his child and D'elia. Well, she was damaged goods and one of four of his deepest regrets. The things he'd done to her in his early twenties whilst she was only a minor…made his stomach turn. But in a distorted way…he cared for her. The way a pet owner cared for its dog. Now, it was too late to turn a blind eye. Miguel was now in San Francisco, standing in front of a brownstone building with Nestor and Davante by his sides.  

The tumblers of the locks clicked open and instead of a look of surprise, D'elia stood there with an indifferent look across her face. "Three men for one woman? Gee, I really must be a lot to handle." she greeted with dry humor before stepping aside.

Miguel sent her a subtle smile before ordering Nestor and Devante to wait in the car. "You're hard to tame but not hard to handle." He replied. The two story apartment was more spacious than he imagined. Downstairs, the living room where he guided into was subtly minimalistic. Painted a deep shade of purple with various accents of burnt orange lingering around. Like the couch that he sat on.

"What do you know? What do you want, Miguel?" D'elia immediately questioned as soon as she was seated. 

"Do you welcome all your guests this way?" Miguel chastised. 

"You ain't no damn guest." She shot back.

A rasped chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head "Fair enough." he then smoothed out his black suit jacket, "I know Alejandra is my daughter. I know she's eight years old and was born in Iowa. Mainly, one of those witness protection programs. I know you ratted out that whorehouse on the outskirts of Santo Padre to get you and her out of their…and away from me." his thumbs brushed over the gold ring on his fingers.

"She might be your daughter by blood but she's not your kid." D'elia replied stubbornly. "And your deep dive turned out to be right. That whore house and bitch Maria were the reasons kids like me were offered up to assholes like you. Just because you brought a little designer and some expensive jewelry around me doesn't mean you weren't as sick as the rest of those bastards who came around." her tone seething with venom and disgust.

"Fifteen was hardly a kid and don't you forget anyone one of those girls would've been happy to take your spot." Miguel argued.

"And I wish it had been one of them." D'elia hissed.

An uncomfortable silence fell over the two of them. The pair now glaring at one another with mixed emotions.  Miguel's left eye slightly twitched and his expression sat cold until he smiled. 

"Look, I don't want any trouble D'elia. I simply want what every man wants…his family together. You don't have to be in Santo Padre but Alejandra will know I'm her father and she'll know her brother and all of the Galindo family." The smile across his lips never matched the dark expression within his eyes.

 He stood up from his seat and stalked his way towards her which caused D'elia to tense up. "And I'd hate for her to be brought into the family without you. A girl needs her mother and well..step-mothers can be a hard adjustment at her age." His large palm patted against D'elia's shoulder as he placed a kiss on her cheek, "You look beautiful by the way."  his warm breath hit the shell of her earlobe.

D'elia tightly gripped at the sides of her loveseat as her blood ran cold. She fought back tears of anger and instead nodded her head. "Okay." If he wanted to play…then they could play.

"Great," His smile now dazzling and bright, "I'll be in touch so make sure to answer your phone." with that Miguel made his way to the foyer before letting himself out. The thought of getting rid of Emily and starting his family over was fresh in his mind.

[petit-papillion]

Charles admiring this pencil artwork by Juan Carlos Cristobal

🎥 EatPrayLeclerc

And posing with the artist!

Charles with Juan Carlos Cristobal | Los Angeles | 9 November 2023

📸 bliss_n16

[perpetualevil]

Fallen Angels. Art by Cristobal Lopez

[ursaspecter]

Music Tag Game

I was tagged by @arthur-kilgore to put my playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs! I don't really use Spotify, so I'm pulling from my own music library!

Stand By Meme by Neil Cicierega

Conversation by Catfish & the Bottlemen

Smells Like Teen Spirit by Malia J

How to Rest by The Crane Wives

Solar Power by Lorde

Cemetery Drive by My Chemical Romance

Tomorrow Comes Today by Gorillaz

Razorblade by Blue October

Angel Blue by Green Day

San Cristobal by Mal Blum

I'm tagging @callapilla @geddyleeofficial @piddgeon and any of my mutuals that want to participate! ^^

[garbinge]

Nice But Bad

Angel Reyes & Emily Galindo Thomas From these August Prompts:  Consequences Word Count: 2.7k Warnings: All my fics are 18+, angsty, Mentions of death, murder, etc. Spoilers for series finale of mayans.

A/N: This is also angsty and heavy lol. A theme of mind. I love thinking of post canon now that the series is over. This is a loose translation of consequences but its the consequences of their actions and life that lead them here lol.

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @danzer8705 @keyweegirlie

California mornings were different than Texas mornings. The heat was palpable even as early as 7AM in Texas. It wasn’t something Angel was used to but he also wasn’t going to get used it either. This was just a stop on his and Maverick’s trip to solitude. Their journey to safety. Angel was still figuring out what that was, what that looked like, the logistics of it all. Lucky for him, Maverick got up early which dragged him to the park at 7:30 in the morning and left ample amount of time for him to think about what peace would look like for them both. 

Maverick loved parks, he loved the swings, he loved climbing, he loved that every park had something different. Angel and him must’ve stopped at 30 different parks during their trek over from Southern California. The park they were currently at had a sandbox, Maverick had currently found himself knee deep in the sandbox, digging, making mountains of sand, knocking them down. He’d definitely need a bath in the crap motel Angel had for one more day but he didn’t mind if the kid was having fun. Over the course of their trip, Maverick made friends at each park and play area. Today was no different, he was currently knocking down all the mounds of sand with a friend he made at some point from when they arrived to now, it wasn’t exactly hard for the kid, he was pretty friendly. 

Angel began to gaze off, thinking about everything. About EZ, about Felipe, about the funeral, about stabbing EZ. All the memories flooded his brain whenever there was a vacant spot. His mind began to wander, get lost in thoughts and memories until the sound of a child’s scream  alerted him to the sandbox. Without a second thought Angel was up and moving towards the two children who were screaming at a couple of wasps, he was hoping Maverick didn’t get stung, he wasn’t sure if he was allergic but today wasn’t the day he wanted to find out. 

As Angel approached, he didn’t bother asking Maverick anything since he was still a bit too young for full words or sentences, he just looked him over looking for any stings or bites. 

Just before he went to look at the other kid he heard a familiar voice. 

“Are you okay, baby?” 

A woman was hurrying over and doing the same thing Angel was by looking over her child. Angel’s eyes looked up, to confirm the voice he heard. She looked different, not too much physically, she still had short red hair, but her energy was different, there was a lightness to her that Angel hadn’t seen since they were kids, but her eyes held a heaviness in them, like they had seen terrors. Angel recognized it because he saw the same thing in his own eyes when he looked in the mirror. 

“Emily?” Angel said, his hands still on Maverick’s shoulders as he looked up to the woman and then looked down to Cristobal. 

Emily stood their frozen as her hands were resting on her son’s shoulders. Her mouth was slightly agape as she took in the man squatting to her left. She felt her flight or fight response kick in after a few seconds of being frozen. She brought her arms in, bringing Cristobal to her chest and then quickly behind her. “Angel.” She spoke it the opposite of a question, it was a statement, one that she only said to give her a few more seconds to think of what to do. 

“I’m not here to hurt you.” He picked Maverick up in his arms as he stood up, thinking maybe if she saw he had a child, his child, in his hands that he meant no harm. It was obvious what was going through Emily’s head. 

Emily took in the scene for a few more seconds before she relaxed, her shoulders fell and her eyes closed before she shook her head from her own thoughts. “Sorry, uh, I guess the kids got scared by a wasp.” 

“Yea, I think they bury in the sand, no one got stung though, right?” Angel looked at Maverick again to search for any sign of distress before looking over at Cristobal. 

“Did the wasp sting you?” Emily lowered her self again to stare at her son who was smiling as he shook his head no. 

“Why don’t you guys go to the playground instead? Play on the slides.” Angel was placing Maverick down, who immediately ran over to the metal set. 

Cristobal was staring at Angel and then moved his gaze to his mother for her approval. She nodded and lightly pushed him to go towards Maverick before she stood up, wiping the sand off her pants as she did. Both of them stood next to each other as the two boys went right back to playing like they had known each other their whole lives. 

Angel broke the silence as he crossed his arms. 

“I, uh, what brings you to Texas?” He was searching for what the right thing to say was. 

“I’d assume the same thing as you.” Emily was still guarded, which she had every right to be, with everything that has happened to her. 

“Right.” Angel nodded, a little taken back by her tone. 

Emily caught on immediately, her head turned to Angel, taking in the sight of him, she recognized the weight of a broken heart and the strength of a parent trying to do better for their child. She let out a sigh and crossed her arms. “You wanna sit down?” She pointed to the bench behind them. 

Angel nodded in agreement and they both sat on the bench, the awkwardness got more palpable then, the space between them would make any bystander think they had no knowledge of the other, no common memories, nothing that tied them. Although, they really didn’t have much that tied them together anymore, just the two boys in front of them but the relation there wasn’t something of public knowledge or theirs. 

“I feel like there’s an elephant in the room.” Angel said as his leg shook up and down. 

“There’s probably 15.” Emily held back a laugh. 

Both of them didn’t look at eachother, they just kept their eyes on their children in front of them. 

“Yea.” Angel let out a chuckle too but quickly reigned it in as the thoughts filled his mind. Emily’s face did the same as the weight of the memories sat on her shoulders. 

“Do you remember EZ’s high school graduation?” Angel spoke up again as he remembered sitting in between Felipe and Emily. 

“I do, you made paper airplanes that you threw throughout the arena.” Emily proved her remembrance of the day. 

“Flew them. I flew them.” Angel corrected her. “And if I remember, you gave me pages from your program, you fed the bad habit.” 

“Oh I was the enabler.” Emily laughed. “Felipe scolded you like you were 15 years old.” 

“I’d like to remind you I was like 23 and living on my own.” 

“I’m not sure what that proves.” Emily was still laughing. 

“I wish things were as simple as they were back then.” Angel got serious. 

Emily stopped laughing and thought back, it was simple, and they didn’t even realize it. “It was inevitable that it was going to get complicated.” 

Angel didn’t understand that. 

“He always had a cloud over him, Angel.” Emily got serious as well. 

Angel looked over at her now, but Emily continued to look forward. His face was full of question, wondering what things EZ and her had talked about that made her see that cloud, it was something he never cared about when they were dating, nothing he even thought twice about until now. Then it hit him, she might not have known, she knew EZ so well, his first love, his first real girlfriend, everything that happened between them during and after their relationship. She deserved to know.

“I don’t know if you know but–” Angel began to speak, now doing anything he could to avoid eye contact with her. 

“I know.” She cut him off, saving Angel from having to say the words. EZ is dead. 

“I saw the news. That the DOJ raided the clubhouse, that there were minimal survivors.” There was a lump in her throat as she said it. 

While that was the truth, there was so much more to it and Angel sat there wondering if he should clarify, what that would even sound like, what he would say. 

“Seeing you, I thought I was seeing a ghost.” She smiled at that, trying to break the tension and weight of the conversation. 

“I got out.” Angel spoke immediately to answer Emily’s statement. “Before the raid,” Angel pointed to Maverick who was being helped up the stairs of the play set by Cristobal. “I left the club for him.” 

“As incredibly sad as this all is, Angel. I’m happy to see you out. He deserves that.” Emily nodded to the kids. 

“They both do.” Angel corrected her. 

Emily looked at Angel now, wondering what he meant, what he knew. 

“I saw the news.” Her statement was being repeated to her, but it had to be all over, Miguel Galindo killed by his security guard. 

“Oh.” Was the only thing that could come out of her mouth at Angel’s words. 

Angel had nothing to say to that, so they both sat there, with their own weighted cloud above them watching their children play and laugh together. 

“Em?” Angel’s voice was soft as he spoke the nickname EZ used so often for the woman. “At, at my Pop’s funeral, your– uh, Miguel, he came by, he had these photos. It was weird, he wasn’t there to gloat or be an ass he was just–sad, I don’t know, I don’t even know what I’m asking you.” 

“Dita– Miguel’s mother. She knew Felipe. I think, I wanted to believe the bright side of things, especially when the dark side was sucking everything up but, I don’t know it’s all speculation and me thinking about things on the ride but–” 

“Miguel was Felipe’s son.” Angel spoke out loud what Emily had been trying to wrap her head around for weeks. “My brother.” Angel nodded. “I had my suspicions.” Angel thought back to his conversation with Miguel, him not telling the club or the cartel that he burned the warehouse down, the pictures, him coming to the funeral, the genuine look on his face. It didn’t matter now, the fact of it all. He was dead, along with Angel’s other brother, and their father. 

Emily was silent, despite the thought being pinballed in her head all these days, all these weeks, now it felt more solidified. It felt confirmed, although it never would be fully confirmed. She had her own reasons for her own suspicions, the photos she found of Dita and Felipe, her conversations with Felipe, Miguel’s mother, all of it. But the main thing that was sitting heavy on her mind was she had fallen in love with two Reyes brothers. Maybe the cloud that was hovering over EZ was actually hers, she was destined to cross their path in one way or another. EZ wouldn’t have killed her sister, though. Although, she didn’t know EZ the way she used to anymore so maybe he would have. The thoughts could have buried her, she could have drowned in the rabbit hole of them all, the thought that the little girl she once was grew up to have so much death, destruction, and heart break in her life and she wasn’t an innocent in the story at all. She was apart of that death, that destruction, that hurt. 

“You know, that uh, makes them cousins.” 

Angel interrupted her thoughts, Emily turned to look at him and then back at the kids. 

They were still laughing, there wasn’t a moment where they weren’t giggling honestly, it was kind of amazing, there was no conversation between the two, only laughs and playful actions. 

“Yea, that would.” There was a moment between the both of them of peace. It wasn’t the peace either of them were looking for but it didn’t take away from the tranquility of it all. 

“You know this is it, right?” About 15 minutes had passed before they said anything to each other. She thought she was going to have to explain herself but then Angel agreed. 

“I know. But we should let them have this moment.” Angel leaned back and relaxed. 

“So where are you headed?” Emily asked, taking a deep breath. 

Angel turned to look at her now, and tilted his head. It was it’s own response but he asked her a questions to really sell his point. 

“You really wanna know?” 

“No,” She shook her head with a smile. “I think that’ll make this harder.” 

“He wanted to go, Em.” Angel spoke up, still staring at the woman. 

She nodded, understanding his sentence even though it broke her. 

“Do you?” She asked Angel, this was more a personal question, one that had nothing to do with the past, but simultaneously had everything to do with the past. Her voice was sincere, almost like she was asking to figure out her own answer, figure out what she should be thinking, should be feeling. Ironically, they were in similar situations. 

“Now that I got him, no.” Angel’s voice was solid, no shaking no hesitation. But that meant he thought about it, and little to Emily’s knowledge he thought about it a lot alongside of every negative memory over the last few years. But it always came back to Maverick. 

“Yea, me too.” She agreed, her answer was solid too, although the question was asked curiously with the idea her answer was in the air, deep down she knew. 

“He needs you.” Angel was staring at Emily, almost like he could hear her inner thoughts. 

“It’s a shame, they really seem to get along.” Emilky changed the topic immediately. 

“Yea, they do.” A chuckle came from Angel’s mouth as he spoke and looked out at the kids. 

“We could maybe do something like this, once a year, agree on a location and date for the next year each time.” Emily shrugged, backtracking slightly on her earlier statement. 

“We could.” Angel was slightly reluctant. “But what happens when they’re older, and start to question it?” 

“We would discuss it year to year.” Emily joked, the smile growing on her face before it faded away. 

“It’s probably a bad idea.” Angel crossed his arms. 

“Yea.” Emily agreed, crossing her legs. 

“It was a nice idea, though.” Angel wanted to express how much he wished it was possible. “Nice but bad.” 

Emily agreed, “Yea, nice but bad.” 

Time passed by, they each didn’t want to pull the kids away from each other but they knew they were running on a ticking clock. It was now early afternoon, the sun was getting stronger as the seconds passed and both Emily and Angel knew that their time had run out. 

“We should probably get going.” She stood up which made Angel follow. 

“Yea, us too.” 

The two of them walked over to the kids, grabbed them, got them settled on the bench while they packed up toys and such in both of their bags. The kids were fighting sleep on the bench, Maverick was horizontal and pretty much fully asleep while Cristobal was nodding off, his head falling backwards as the exhaustion from the sun and playing caught up to him. 

“This was nice.” Emily said as she was finally all packed up and now had a sleeping Cristobal in her arms. 

Angel was in the process of picking up Maverick, letting him rest over his shoulder. “But bad.” He was teasing although there was truth in it. Both of them didn’t really know if anyone was after them, if anyone had followed them, was watching them. 

“Yea, nice but bad.” Emily agreed with a small smile on her face. 

Angel shrugged like his next statement wasn’t going to be filled with intricacies and much thought to be had. 

“Good luck, Em. Maybe I’ll see you here this time next year.” 

[honestlystephanie]

Felipe calling angel a good dad AND say he’s proud of him

Then we cut to Miguel and Cristobal. The parallels are crazy.

I'm guessing this show is gonna end with either both Angel and Miguel getting their sons tf up outta this mess or only one of them succeeding (my guess is Angel) and the other one failing.

[ectoplasmicat]

Fallen Angels

Cristobal Lopez

[meep-meep-richie]

I have a (sad) prediction that hank is dying looking at the cristobal statue. It would be devastating, but go together with the angel of death framing in 4x4 and cristobal meaning bearer of christ.

That could be so true; especially with the wings in 4x4 indeed😭😭 but that one last look at cristobal; i can’t😭😭

[imaginearyparties]

something something despite barry spending the whole season trying to find g-d it is hank who might actually ascend to heaven given the visuals of his death scene something something cristobal’s ghost becoming an angel something something

[dreamlover31]

We'll it's been 5 seasons but we've reached the end of the Mayans MC series, for those of you who have yet to watch the series finale I suggest you avoid reading this post... especially for you Miguel Galindo fans

First I'd like to start with the moment we've all been waiting for...the timely demise of Ezekiel Reyes, when Bishop reveals to everyone that EZ the rat and Creeper was killed because he knew, he gets both EZ and Angel pinned down by Gilley and the others...at that moment Bishop gives Angel a choice, kill your brother to prove to us that you had no knowledge or they kill them both

Now naturally Angel is not going to lose the only living blood relative he has but EZ reassures him that it's the only way he can be there for his son Maverick...so reluctantly Angel stabs his brother and the rest of the MC take turns stabbing him until he's dead, now I know it's a fucked up position to be in but in the end Angel gets to be a father to Maverick and that's good enough for me

Speaking of which, turns out that Sofia... EZ's girlfriend is in fact pregnant and if course I had my reservations about it given her track record as a mother and the baby daddy but that problem took care of itself when Bottles shoots Sofia after they've finished killing EZ... tying up loose ends as they say

And then of course Marcus has welcomed another son with his wife, basically the theme of fatherhood is apparent in this episode but the fact that both Angel and Marcus will be there to raise their sons and not have a dark cloud looming over them made it the perfect way to end the series

However, there will be one little boy who won't have that chance...sorry to say guys but Cristobal won't be having anymore playful moments with his dad because his mother shot him. Emily avenged her sister's death by shooting not only Miguel but the bodyguard Luis...I know this is devastating to all you Miguel fans out there but I never cared for the man so his death like EZ's was a long time coming

So all in all, I'm so glad at the way everything turned out, 3 psychopaths dead (EZ, Miguel and Isaac) both Emily and Angel as well as Marcus are free to raise their children without fear and death hanging over them although it is a bittersweet victory since everyone's favorite corrupt DEA agent Potter is still running the show but you take what you can get right lol

[shivorce]

hank telling fuches he needs to move on from barry …….. babygirl . angel. sweetie pie. the name of ur fortune 500 company is urs and ur ex that you killed’s names smushed together. there is a golden statue of cristobal in the lobby . let’s look in a mirror babe!

[watasemasaru]

cristobal out in place as an idol, god like figure for hank; whose depiction as an angel that has fallen, a being that can never be redeemed. something something death reminding us they are both still human

[ohwolfling]

I'd been thinking that Fuches might end up in some way taking Barry's son from him but now with Sally and John in Los Angeles, on their way to Cousineau's house. Could be Jim Moss. Could somehow end up being Barry himself?

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I think there's something to Hank only personally doing a kill to save Cristobal, that feral, desperate moment. Now he's struggling to maintain power and agency by being the one who calls for the killings (a role Cristobal had fulfilled by rights). The job doesn't get done and the only thing that lingers I'd Hank's name.

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Tokyo Drift & 6 honestly probably are the loudest Fast and Furious films.