“Aaahhhh Wiiirreee.”

Lmao 🤣 he’s so damn memeable I can see memes coming for this I just don’t know where....

Mans be focused like—

Me @ Vince Gilligan for making me emotionally attached to Nacho if he dies:

I love the colors and his facial expressions ❤️

Muy Bien 👌

One more uwu

The gif is me at the ppl who thought Diego was Vaas for a sec

Let’s be honest, we all should accept the fact that Ubisoft is too lazy to make a good prequel story for Vaas and others. Here’s a fragment from IGN’s article:

So they did go back to classics, but they forgot who had made this setting a classic.

Despite all your wonderful theories, Diego is just a...Diego 🤗

Y’all this sounds like a Lacho fanfic/the Lacho au we always wanted where Nacho joins Lalo’s side and if they grew old together this would be it 100%:

This is why I’m glad my dumbass school graduated early on May 22nd instead of the end of May like every fucking year

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That dude smoking is basically me except I would be smoking weed 🍁 💨

zoom meeting

I got chu!

ok cause it was tons of fun: send me screenshots of Lalo or Nacho making funny faces and I will try redrawing them in cartoony form! ✨

Aw poor jealous and entitled Lalo 😔

WIP excerpt

Reign in Hell, Chapter 8 - Hail Infernal World

“When does everyone get here?” Lalo asked when they’d finished eating.

“I told them lunch. They’re staying the night—Yolanda’s set up the servant’s quarters. Don’t think anyone’s going to want to stay in the guest house, even if we could get the smell out.” He glanced at the clock. “Marco and Leonel should be here any minute though.”

Lalo blinked. “You called them?”

Nacho folded his arms. “Of course I called them. They need to know what’s going on.”

It was true enough, but Lalo still felt a pit in his stomach. “And which version of the truth did you tell them?”

“They know we’re working with Fring.”

“And what did they say?”

Nacho shrugged. “Not much.” His voice softened. “Marco just asked what I needed.”

The pit in Lalo’s stomach grew larger. “And what do you need?”

“Reminders to the plaza bosses of our power, before they get any ideas. Everyone knows what Marco and Leonel are capable of. Besides, they’re Salamancas. They should be here. This is their empire too now.”

“And that’s all you want from them?” When Nacho didn’t answer, Lalo pressed further. “You aren’t going to fuck them again, are you?”

Nacho shifted in his seat and shrugged.

A cold anger brewed in him. “You want to punish me more—is that it?”

Nacho snorted. “You might find this hard to believe, but not everything is about you.”

“Then why?” He hit the table. “Ignacio, no! I will not stand for it!”

“Did you take too many of those pain pills, or can you just not get it through your thick fucking skull?” Nacho snarled. He pinched the bridge of his nose before continuing in a more measured tone. “Just so we’re perfectly clear—you don’t get a say in what I do anymore. No one does. Not Tuco, not Hector, not Fring—” He leaned forward and gave Lalo’s injured shoulder a hard tap, right on the bullet wound. “—and not you.”

Lalo was too stunned to react. Nacho stood. “Just shut up and do as you’re told. If you’re really good, maybe I’ll let you watch.”

Lalo stared at Nacho’s retreating back and rubbed his shoulder. That had really hurt.