❝ A good soldier always has a plan B.

i can't make a very good margarita ❜ / indie charles grey from the unit / written by ck / rules, file, verses

[flippingthevan]

[bettybluegrey]

tagged  stolen from: @watsonofagun

name of your muse:   Charles Grey

aliases: Charlie, Betty Blue (code name), Carlito ( close friends )

one picture you like best of your character’s fc ((at the moment)):

two headcanons you have for your character that you never told anyone:

ONE | charlie likes to binge watch shows, but those with a ridiculous amount of seasons. his current fascination is with Law and Order. TWO | he has a habit of always knee touching with other people. being in some kind of contact with a person keeps him grounded.

three things your character likes doing in their free time:

ONE | fixing cars & motorcycles TWO | sculpting, carving, creating THREE | writing poetry

seven people that your character loves / likes:

ONE | Hector Williams TWO | Alpha Team - Mack, Bob, Jonas THREE | Molly Blaine FOUR | Kim Brown FIVE | Tiffy Gerhardt SIX | His mother SEVEN |  ( verse dependent )

two things your character regrets:

ONE | not being able to save Hector. TWO | getting involved with the wrong crowd when younger.

two phobias your character has:

ONE | thanatophobia— fear of losing someone TWO | claustrophobia— fear of confined places

tag ten people to do the same: @cluechaser, @kidpoliticus, and uhhh anyone else idk fam

[deputy-ajay-ghale]

Some pics of Michael bc there is a serious lack on Google.

[supervalcsi]

a gifset per every episode ⇝ mayans mc s01xe01

[bettybluegrey]

teddyredfootomega‌:

Teddy walked up to the dangling feet from under the car and just stood, he looked around and frowned. The place looked different, there was a recent new coat of paint, the shop looked cleaner, and the guy under the hood smelled like ink, gunmetal and… something else Teddy couldn’t put his finger on.

“Jim’d roll in his grave seein’ ya like this.” He mumbled to the shop before the full body rolled out and Teddy raised an’ eyebrow. This one didn’t look like the ‘Arnie’ He was supposed to meet. A new model, Spanish that said more indigenous than’ Spaniard. Cute… if Teddy was looking but he wasn’t.

“Lookin’ for a’ Arnie Holom, said tha’s an estimate on my banana.” Teddy didn’t call Besy his Banana it was his 'Twinky’ truck or the 'Twink mobile’ when he was out looking for love for the evening but this man with the grown out close cut almost all military had didn’t need to know that.

Today had the cross-trained Sniper in jeans that had seen better days a decade ago, and broad shoulders with a green shirt that said, 'HUNTS FOR FOOD’ with a picture of the California Bear on the front hiding ink that peaked out here and there. Long dark brown hair was in two braids that almost reached his waist, as a broad, long-fingered hand held up a business card. “Know where I can fin’ him?”

        Charlie could’ve sworn he’d heard the guy talking to the air (or was it the shop? ...car?) before they stared at one another. Seems the guy wasn’t looking for him. That was good, meant he’d be out of his hair sooner rather than later.  ❝ Uhh— ‘fraid he ain’t around, and I’m not too sure I could give you an estimate on that kind of work. ❞ When he heard banana, his mind went elsewhere - not to a car. It sounded more like a booty call for some prostitute BDSM crap. Hey, he wasn’t judgemental, but he wasn’t planning on taking the guy’s place, no matter how much the pay was. ❝ He’s not around and won’t be back for a couple a’ days... sure there’s nothing else I can help you with? Like with car troubles? I know my way around a bike, too. ❞ Charlie took a moment to look at the guy’s attire. Bear and hardcore fonts on his shirt? Didn’t speak ‘homo looking for the local prostitute Bear,’ but what did he know?

        Then the braided man held out a business card. Guess he better push his thoughts back to - well - PG ratings. The military man took the business card and looked down at it, looking at the design and the text to find out just who this yahoo was.

[bettybluegrey]

kidpoliticus‌:

( ✉ → SMS: CHARLIE THE CHEF ): then it’s a very nice flashback

( ✉ → SMS: CHARLIE THE CHEF ): my subconscious forgets how much work I have to do

( ✉ → SMS: CHARLIE THE CHEF; delayed ): actually, I can come over and cook breakfast for you

( ✉ → SMS: ZAK ATTACK ): Work haunts us both. Maybe work will bring me to DC - traveling is sort of in my work after all.

( ✉ → SMS: ZAK ATTACK, NOT SENT ): i’ll just come fuck you while you work how about that

( ✉ → SMS: ZAK ATTACK ): Ooh, I’m so special —I’ll get a ‘kiss the cook’ apron for the occasion !

[bettybluegrey]

femlette‌: 

       “ And no one in my family would lie. No one. “   Theresa shakes her head before sucking in a deep breath between her teeth. She doesn’t take joy in this shit. She understands the importance, the severity of loyalty here. It’s the same anywhere she’s been. So finding out about a rat, even if it wasn’t in her family, was some real shit. Calloused fingers find their way through her hair, posture leaning against the door frame.

       “ I wouldn’t come tellin’ you just to start shit. It’s serious, Bishop. “

         Accusing someone close to Bishop of betraying his trust and devotion was one thing, but to accuse someone in the Club of betraying? That was something he took to heart. He could see in her face that she didn’t like the situation, but she was willing to face it if it meant saving the majority. She knew what it meant to be loyal, what it meant for the traitor, and what it meant for the balance of everything else that came with it.  ❝ Seems like lying is a required trait for your family’s hobbies. Who’s to say someone is just trying to stir up some shit with the Cartel? ❞ He’d continue to defend his club until she came up to him with the rat in her bare, bloody fucking hands. ❝ LOOK, I know you wouldn’t come here just to put your ass on the line for nothing. But I don’t see why anyone in my club, mi familia, would ever go ahead and sleep with some rebel bitch. ❞

[fatchance]

Superstitions. Sunrise.

[bettybluegrey]

My muse knows how to…

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive stick | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give CPR | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | do magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read Morse code | pick a lock

[bettybluegrey]

continued from here

       Smoke poured out from between his lips as he sighed, staring at Angel, watching. He wondered what his brother was thinking up in that head of his. The guy had a prospect to take care of, family to tend to, and seemed to pop out at just the right time when Galindo had shit with the Club. ❝ You're right. ❞ Bishop rose his cigarette up to his lips, inhaling the toxins and pushing the thoughts of that damn pew out of his mind. Damn Cartel had no filter and it was his responsibility to make sure no Mayan ended up sitting on that bench.  ❝ He's got his cariña barking up his ass to get his son back, he can only chew us out for so long before he has to tend to his other life. ❞

      ❝ ...Galindo may be off my ass, but I still have a rata to dig out. —...I’ve been thinking. ❞ Brown eyes met Angel’s, a dangerous gleam flashing for just a moment. ❝ What if he’s right? Say someone in the club is fucking that rebel bitch and can’t help but bend over to her every whim. What then? ❞ 

[bettybluegrey]

wanderingxmuses‌:

Gabriela knew this conversation wasn’t going to go well. No president wanted to hear that one of their men was a traitor, but it was the only explanation. “Think about it, they knew the exact route of the shipment. That didn’t happen by chance, there has to be someone inside leaking the information.” The woman couldn’t help but let out a sigh. “I respect you and the club, Bishop. That’s why I came here to talk to you about it instead of going straight to Galindo.” If her boss found out about this meeting between the two, he would surly have her head. 

         ❝ So did Galindo’s dogs. Who’s to say it isn’t on your side that’s spewing shit around to the rebels? ❞ Despite her reasoning, he was firm on believing in his club. They were in it together and there was NO REASON one of them would go off and betray their family. Bishop’s gaze ran over Gabriela, focusing on her facial features before reverting to the floor by his feet.  ❝ ...What about Angel’s prospect? Think he’s a red flag? ❞ Eyes back to her. EZ was a good kid, he was starting to like him, but that didn’t mean the background check wasn’t faked. He’d humor Gabriela’s concern.

       ❝ Gracias. Eres valiente, Tipazo. ❞ She was risking a lot, coming to her instead of Galindo. Had he found out about them meeting, she’d be the one tied to the Pew getting an arm sliced off. ❝ I still believe no one in my club would be a traitor, but I’ll humor you. I respect you. ❞

[bettybluegrey]

adoredlife‌:

   “You know I wouldn’t have said anything if I wasn’t… Y’know, if I wasn’t real sure.” Jane hated that this had happened – hated that she’d been driven to snitching like a damn kid, but if loyalty was the most important thing, then it was surely better for her to tell than it was for her to keep quiet. She bit at the skin on her lip, uncertain. “I hate having to do this, you know I do.”

         ❝ What do you suggest I do? Get out the shock collars and tie every member to the Pew until I get an answer? ❞ He scoffed, gaze reverting from the woman as he rubbed his chin and looked out at the wall just past her head. It was good she said something, brought it up before Galindo forced it out of anyone, but it was more complicated than just saying something. ❝ By the time I find out who’s the snitch fucking the Cartel over a desk, I’ll have no loyalty or respect by the end. ...You have any leads to go off of, Dulzura? ❞ 

[bettybluegrey]

[chillxmami]

still healing from things I don’t speak about

[bettybluegrey]

thesoundofwardrums‌:

@bettybluegrey liked for a starter here | Still Accepting

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                        “You really think that will work?”

Natoma leaned against the wall of the small house, a slender brow raising. She watched the gentleman in front of her, curious to see what he would say if he would defend the idea.                      “It is not the worse idea you have had, I will give you that.”

          ❝ If I break enough watches, yeah, it should work. Give it a little shake after this last watch and it should work like a charm. ❞  Charlie grabbed one of the old watches he happened to find in the small house, smashed it against the old torn up wooden floor, and tossed the bits and pieces into the can.  ❝ I 100% agree with you there— could’ve been like that time on the Snake River. ❞ Brown eyes looked up at the girl, a smirk tugging at his lips. She made sure to express her thoughts and he liked that. ❝ Though bad idea or not, you want to get outta here, right? ❞

[bettybluegrey]

kidpoliticus‌:

( ✉ → SMS: CHARLIE THE CHEF ): it is you we’re talking about & it was more than good. my subconscious maybe telling me something.

( ✉ → SMS: CHARLIE THE CHEF ): I dream that I’m cooking you breakfast, to repay you for when you did the same for me. & you come up behind me & wrap your arms around me…things end on the kitchen floor instead of the table.

( ✉ → SMS: ZAK ATTACK ): Sounds more like a flashback than a dream.

( ✉ → SMS: ZAK ATTACK ): Want to come over and cook me breakfast, then? Your subconscious likes my suggestion.

[bettybluegrey]

          Bishop’s brows furrowed while skepticism flashed across his face. Loyalty was the TOP quality of any member in the Mayans— there were no exceptions and he firmly believed that. ❝ You’re thinking that someone that knew about the routes and ambushed us is in the Club? ❞ His stare hardened. ❝ You're fucking with me. No one in my club would ever go against family. No one in my club. ❞