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[carlosraulpy]

#sanber #sanbernardino #paraguay #venta #alquile #wa #info +595991888888 (en Paraguay,) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cls4lY-Oa96/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lunar-rcp]

Shipping thingy, go ig? (Also kinda ranting about my ships)

(Romantic and idk of sexual can be applied here (points to my aspec headcanons)

Now I may or may not be the one behind the term "poliamroy", now known to show Poli, Roy and Amber in a polyamorous relationshio, but I just adore these gals.

Although I do like Polroy, whatever ship name will Mark × Bucky have, and Sandber, although Sanber is so far the only one not canon in most of my AUs so far (maybe in (In)Security? And yes, that parenthesis is important)

My crack ships, however, are Carry/Keaton, Truck X/C4L4M17Y (aka a psychopatic and monstrous vehicle...thing...she'll be seen soon on WTPB/P.O.L.I.), and Poli/Amnesia (WTPB/P.O.L.I. is not the only AU of mine that have that ship...shhhh)

For kiddos (mostly Daily Life, but I'm comin' to get the ones shown in the main show like Annie and Jessie...I'm coming to yeet angst and lore at Mach 88 at those who I find >:) /j) I got something going on for the Modfall versions. But so far, the only thing I can tell you is Jenny/Mary because it's both obvious in my designs of them and any interaction I'll show about the AU. Don't worry, none of the ships are sexual, just crushes that can work it out, and the Modfall kids are also teens.

(Platonic)

Now don't get me started on this one, especially for Helly. Bro will get all the bitches because of his personality but instead of starting a harem, he just starts a breakfast club that may or may not be plotting the end of the world. /hj

Mostly, it's just gotta be Jin&that gas station girl (using the & and / system of AO3 identifying ships, &=familial/platonic and /=romantic/sexual), the rest of the Rescue Teams unmentioned, also Helly & anyone from outside of RCP, most of the Daily Life kids, and I haven't got into this part well yet.

(Familial)

Oh boy, this is where the lore fuck-ups happen. Depending on AU, it varies A FUCKING LOT, but what is consistent are 1) Helly treating the older RTs as his parents, 2) Poli getting uncle status on any young RT member, 3) and Roy always vibing with any Jin AU's mother.

For WTPB/P.O.L.I., there are a lot of adoptions, and even there will be a future plot point surrounding it. This one is highly confidential, but as I can say here...Jin knows Poli more than Poli knows himself, Helly still have connections to someone in the military he calls bro, and Roy is adopted by a WW2 veteran when he was a juvenile.

For (In)Security, Amber is Helly's foster mother, Helly's bro is...dead, Poli/Price's parents are fucking homophobic cray-cray, and Roy/Rhode got a bad relationship with his father. Jin has a similar role to Tessa, but her parent is still Steve Harrison (also WTPB!Jin's dad).

As for Modfall...shh......

And for that new AU, "Poli"/Mr. Robinson is Harley/Helly's godfather.

That is all...Dave away from this bullshit!

*screams in ace*

woah, thats a LOT of relationship hcs you have there!

youre so creative!! to think you can make so many relationships and write so much amazes me, love your aus! they're great

rooting for your aus honestly!!

[sharldose]

sanber you're improved but still a bit slow..

[alvaroda]

Tango golf x-ray…. Track visual 😁😁🤜🤛. . . . #tgx #beechcraft #beechcraftbonanza #yvytu #sanbernardino #sanber #coordillera #clubdevuelo #clubdevueloyvytu #volar #volando #fotosaereas #picture #aerialphotography (en San Bernardino, Paraguay) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTMu8HyrG3e/?utm_medium=tumblr

[cosmike]

Ya me apuran los momentos. Ya mi sien es un lamento. Mi cerebro escupe ya el final del historial. Del comienzo que tal vez reemprenderá. Si quiero me toco el alma. Pues mi carne ya no es nada. He de fusionar mi resto con el despertar Aunque se pudra mi boca por callar Ya lo estoy queriendo Ya me estoy volviendo canción Barro tal vez Y es que esta es mi corteza Donde el hacha golpeará Donde el río secará para callar. .Barro tal vez de Luis Alberto Spinetta. . . . #sunshine #sun #instagood #instadaily #places #muelle #lake #lago #sanber #sanbernardino #paraguay #instapic #instalike #girl #beautiful #landscape #atardecer #sunset #pordosol https://www.instagram.com/p/B3c6lmJDHSZ/?igshid=1cpekd2xjx0ot

[manuelmonroy]

Lugar abandonado... #abandonedplaces #malapunteria #andaacagar #sanber https://www.instagram.com/p/Byz9obBpgIOQGXPVi2c6ahsTCovR12SmofRYmA0/?igshid=svq0gsdpqloi

[carlosraulpy]

#Verano #samber #sanber #sanbernardino #Paraguay #info #wsapp #wa +595991888888 (en Paraguay,) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck3eRNMLtwp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[natisalinasdiaz]

🏖️🌅 . . . . . #sunset #lake #sanber (en San Bernardino, Paraguay) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs6JDLUHwy2/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1am1eufpdf9al

[theofficial22]

Yucaipa (Old Town Road) - Lil 22

[tastetheparadise]

Estuve tentada toda la noche, gracias gracias gracias 😍😂 #Desubicado #Sanber (en San Bernardo, Buenos Aires, Argentina)

[alvaroda]

Tango golf x-ray…. Track visual 😁😁🤜🤛. . . . #tgx #beechcraft #beechcraftbonanza #yvytu #sanbernardino #sanber #coordillera #clubdevuelo #clubdevueloyvytu #volar #volando #fotosaereas #picture #aerialphotography (en San Bernardino, Paraguay) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTMu8HyrG3e/?utm_medium=tumblr

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

KEEPING UP WITH THE ARIZAS

Michael “Riz” Ariza x Reader

Chapter 7: “What the fuck is a ‘Swole Boy’?”

Word Count: 1.2k

Author comments: This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif credits to: @angels-reyes.

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“My favorite girl! Wha' can I do for you, bonita?”

Packer's voice sounds happy and excited because of your call, making you smile at the other side of the phone.

“Just a courtesy call”.

“Are you comen' to SanBer'? You don' need a courtese' call, sweetheart!”

“You know, just in case. I have… some business to take care of”.

“You need help?”

“No, no. Don' worry! I'll see you after tha'”.

“For sure, kid. When you comen'”?

“I'm already on my way. Maybe two hours from there”.

“Bike or car?”

“Black Hummer SUV, need the numbers?”

“No, just curious. See you in a while then”.

“See you, prez!”

(five hours before)

If someone turned on a hundred motorbikes around Riz's one, you could recognize your husband's one easily, without looking. So when you heard the roar of the crew coming back to the clubhouse, but not the big black one, your heart quickened. Jumping out of the sofa, you ran outside to the porch worried as fuck and your legs trembling. You didn't see it, but finding Michael inside the green truck. When the men parked their motorcycles, you continued the fast steps to it, seeing how Riz stepped out limping slightly.

“Rey, are you ok?!” You shouted disquiet holding one of his arm above your shoulders, trying to help him.

“Yeah, don' worry, mi amor. I just… fell off my bike”.

“How?”

“Because of a charter called ‘Swole Boys’”. Creeper said with a singing voice, provoking the crew's laughters.

“What the fuck is a ‘Swole Boy’, ah?” You frowned with anger, holding closer your husband to go upstairs inside the clubhouse.

The guys couldn't stop laughing, confusing you a little more, while Riz kissed your temple with a smile on his lips. They explained you that Angel and EZ made some noise on their way to northern Cali, and the payback went for the crew. Apparently, one of them pushed Michael out of the road and his bike got some scratches and breaks, but nothing that they couldn't repair.

While your Mayan was taking a shower on his dorm there, you prepared him some clean clothes and a big cold gel pad to his ankle, waiting him sitting on the bed. They wanted payback? You were going to give them one they wouldn't forget.

“Cariño, estoy bien”. (Honey, I'm okay) Riz's calmed voice brought you back to reality.

Shaking your head, you focused on watching him get dressed pouting at him not very convinced. When he was ready, lying on the bed, you helped him placing the cold pad above his skin and taking it off every one minute for some seconds.

“Did you call Packer?”

“Yeah, we already fixed it as our way”.

You didn't ask anything else, trying to calm yourself while you were healing him somehow. Your husband were leaving some caresses on your head, slowly, gently, after grabbing your chin with two fingers to make you turn at him.

“You're gonna be a good girl, aren't you?”

“I don't know what 'you talking 'bout”. You lie, shaking your head with raised eyebrows.

“Mi amor…”

“Ah, ah. Nope”. You continue lying, bowing over him to press your lips with his, placing a hand on his neck.

“Promise me”.

“Promise you what, mi rey?”

“Don't play the innocent with me. I know you better than anyone”.

“And still you married me…”

Northern Cali isn't much fresh than the desert, but the air that enters by the window it's more pleasant than Santo Padre's. With an elbow nailed on the door and your cheek supported over your palm, you guide the steering wheel with the right, being close to your destiny. You know exactly what you're going to do, going over the plan when sideways you find the screen of the phone flashing with Bishop's name in it. You don't answer, checking seconds before the number of notifications in the lock screen. You're fucked, but you can't simply sit and not do anything.

Reach the gym doesn't take you more than ten minutes, speeding up and loudly rattling the wheels at the entrance. You don't care about the artificially muscular men standing close to the ramp down of the building, confused staring at your car. And you speed up a little more, running over the row conformed by motorbikes. The alarms sound flood the fenced yard, when you hit them feeling a gentle tug on the seat belt, reversing the big SUV before stepping out of it with a gun in your left hand. You're more satisfied than ever.

“What the fuck is wrong with y—?” A man with blonde long hair and hoarse voice doesn't finish the question when he focus on you, taking off the barrel lock.

“I'm gonna show you some mexican manners, puto pendejo”.

You're erratic and excited, with pure adrenaline running through your veins, walking close to the motorcycles and shooting the wheels you find in your field of vision. The whistle of every bullet is like a sweet melody for your ears, enchanting your brain. But when you're at the highest point of fun, the roar of a lot of engines interrupts your revenge.

“Saved by the bell”.

Narrowing your eyes and glaring at them, you keep the gun under your jacket, turning on your sneakers at the exact moment that Packer appears being followed by his men, and the Mayans. You weren't expecting your family, at least, not this soon. Crossing your arms behind your back, you take three steps somewhat closer of the riders. The San Bernardino's president is trying to hide how funny the situation seems to him, while your father is almost running towards you really furious.

“What the hell are you doing, chamaca?” He shouts at you, facing each other and grabbing you by an arm.

“Wha'? I just wanna get fit”. You say with pursed lips, shrugging your shoulders.

“Baby, are you serious?” Riz makes you turn your attention at him.

“Who's that chick?” The tall man and blond hair walks closer with some bad intentions. But you're fast.

Taking again the gun under your jacket, freeing yourself from Taza, you point at him with both eyebrows raised up. His steps don't continue, stopping dead, lifting his hands above his head.

“I'm an angry wife, mothafucka'. I don' give a shit about your… muscles, your bikes, nor your fuckin' jackets. Ain't gonna let you push my husband out of the road without showing you what happens after tha'”. You shoot another bullet to the ground, next to his feet. “Tell him you're sorre'”.

“Wh—What?”

“(Y/N), stop”. Bishop, who was a mere spectator, speaks. “We don' need a war”.

“How it supposed they're gonna give you a war? What are they gonna do? Throwing you steroids and protein powders?”

“Please”. He asks you, hearing some low laughs from your charter.

“Shut the fuck up, Obispo, this is not your business”. Clicking your tongue, you do a rotary move with your hand. “Say it”.

“I am… I am… sorry”.

“‘Riz’”.

“I am sorry, Riz”.

“See? It wasn' that hard!” You smirk shrugging, giving the gun to your father, before walking some steps closer to the one who you identificate like the president. “Next time… People will call you ‘Sol Boys’, you know why?” (‘Sun Boys’)

No. He doesn't want to know why.

“'Cause I'm gonna fuckin' set you on fire”. And you're talking serious shit. No one mess with the Arizas.

[dead-eric]

“funny how our hearts were designed to love so fiercely.

but break ever so gently.” ― Sanober Khan

[luminesiadotcom]

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[xidleteenx]

Sander Driesen

Robbe Izjermans

SHIP NAMES

Dermans

Briesen

Dribbe

Sanber

(i can’t believe we haven’t been able to chooae a ship name yet)

[carlosraulpy]

#sanber #sanbernardino #paraguay foto gentileza de José Q. (en San Bernardino, Paraguay) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkWufX2r6uF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=