#santocarlos

[degeneratebutcher-blog]

@santocarlos

     ❝ so, i don’t know what you’re doing today but i just smoked a         f a t  o n e  && now i’m in need of some freckle bitches---         i’ll give you ten bucks && a high five  to give me a ride. ❞

[savedgirl-blog1]

@santocarlos ; sc.

freedom feels weird. it’s nice, but ultimately she’s not sure what to do with this freedom. she has no place to go, hell, she’d been passed around from gang to gang when she was sixteen and had decided to run away in the first place. the boss had been gracious, though. allowing her to stay in the saints, to take care of the working girls they freed from the ronin. they’d be working for them, sure but... conditions were significantly better. spotting carlos, she smiled a bit and kissed his cheek. sure, it’s forward but she’s not even sure how she can properly thank him for everything.      well, she had a few ways but... he didn’t seem like the type to hire girls.                  ❛ i owe you so much, for everything. i... thanks doesn’t seem like enough, honestly. ❜

[santigoldsaint]

@santocarlos // sc.

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“Carlos, my skinny friend! ¿Como estas?“

[santigoldsaint]

Canon Boss: I’m gonna make a banger out of you even if it kills me Santigold: Gotta get Carlos OUT.

[savedgirl-blog1]

" i’m scared... please, please... don’t leave me like this...! "

it’s raining, and everything’s wrong.  delilah hears him crying out and fear strikes every nerve, and with horror she realizes the worst is happening before her. the leader of the saints is somewhere, but it doesn’t matter. nothing at all matters except carlos in this moment, and there’s so much blood. her eyes are wide and god she is scared. she doesn’t know what to do; she’s not strong enough to stop chains and then       then he speaks and her heart breaks.                ❛ i’m not gonna leave you. ❜     she’s not, she refuses as her hand grabs his own and she kneels down beside him. mascara running down her eyes from a mix of the rain and her own tears. she doesn’t flinch at the sound of gunfire, the world around her doesn’t exist as she takes in the male’s features. tortured beyond reason, he’s shredded and chained and she should’ve been able to help him. save him somehow and she can’t. her other hand cups his cheek gently, mindful of wounds and sores that had formed from the brotherhood’s ‘ride’.                    ❛ just s-stay with me okay? the boss is nearby, they’ll get you out of here.                     stay awake carlos, i’m not going anywhere. not without you. ❜