[slowburnout]

Bead of Sweat

💤 Lacho

💤 Rated M, #BetterCallSaul

💤 sickfic, hurt/comfort, also hiding a body

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Nacho comes down with a cold and Lalo is a shitty boss, until he isn’t.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/80485646

[slowburnout]

Someone needs to write a fic where Lalo takes it up the ass in the tiny nasty bathroom at El Mich and Nacho dirty talks about how much Lalo likes being degraded and treated like a slut and how Nacho will never fuck him in his bed❤️

[slowburnout]

Man what do you think all the dudes who worked under Nacho were told when he just went missing after taking their boss across their border and NEVER COMES BACK and is talked about as a traitor. Did this get back to his underlings or was it kept hush hush so only higher ups know. What did DOMINGO think 😭

[lesbx]

[2manystops]

"hey shut up while i'm in a hand" he should have been instantly killed by hammers in that moment for this

[slowburnout]

I made this because I am mentally ill

[sigxx]

Lalo's wardrobe

[nachosjavelin]

"No sé qué tienen las flores, llorona Las flores del campo santo No sé qué tienen las flores, llorona Las flores del campo santo Que cuando las mueve el viento, llorona Parece que están llorando Que cuando las mueve el viento, llorona Parece que están llorando".

("La Llorona", Chavela Vargas)

A small tribute to Nacho Varga under the cut.

An ofrenda uncharacteristically lit up during a hot May day. A red toy with peeling paint. An old dollar bill. A black and white picture of a cradle. A wide smile so rarely seen on a color one.

Manuel holds a uniform just like his own to his chest. It's the third time he has unfolded it and folded it, searching for fleeting remnants. But his baby boy's smell is gone. It had been gone for a long time. The only signs of his son ever having inhabited that pair of trousers and the shirt are the stains and holes in it, frozen in time forever like the pictures he's staring at with his lips pursed and his eyes shutting closed every time the smile and the eyes in the photograph begin to move.

Maybe it's his tears making them flicker. Maybe it's the desperate need to see something other than himself in that room move.

He touches the frame as if instead of red plastic he could find the rough edges of a face that resembled his, wanting to cradle it one last time.

The ofrenda is not the only thing haunted by the choir of furies that was his son. Children of different ages are looking down at him: babies clenching their tiny fists, boys with sewing machines and headphones, kids in the pool learning how to swim, young men who didn't want their picture taken anymore. They're all him, and they're all living on his walls for him not to forget his face.

Manuel Varga folds the black-and-white uniform one last time for that day, and puts it next to the ofrenda, hoping that wherever his Nacho is, he's not cold.

And he's loved.

And he's reachable.

[bobdylanyaoi]

biting the hand that feeds me but im also sucking on the fingers a bit

[xieduooo]

I’d love to put a dog leash on him.。。。

[lovetechnique]

nacho varga short king

[alpineshepherdbadboy]

[flashcs5]

gay meth

[saetiate]

please eat enough and drink enough water and get enough sleep. this is so that you have enough energy. because we need you to be writing and drawing porn on the internet

[themadknightuniverse]

Nachito's tattoos in The Hand That Feeds 🐍

[l1lae]

uhhh

[ewaneneollav]

you’re one of the three survivors after the apocalypse & the other two are visibly passing one of theirs’ phones back & forth having a secret conversation in a notes app