we make a pretty good team

>looks inside

During the stop, Lorenzo had 3 coworkers with him in his truck who have all been taken into ICE custody.

His family described Lorenzo as a hardworking family man who didn’t deserve to be killed. All he wanted was to provide for his wife and see his sons become great people. His eldest son recognized his father by his cries and pleas when trying to identify who the victim was.

The Salgado Araujo family has set up a gofundme to help with funeral and legal costs, and to help keep their family supported since Lorenzo was the sole provider.

Thank you for the tag @carlos-in-glasses 💕

Chapter 3 of Otherside of the Game IS NOW POSTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!💛

“So,” Marjan says, once they’re sitting at a table by the front window. Pastries are spread out before them. Marjan’s giant cinnamon roll, beignets, three fruit tarts. Two cream-filled puff pastries. For some reason, an entire tuxedo cake. She drops her fork into the center of the cake and takes a bite. Pausing to emit a satisfied hum before continuing her thought. “I found Sofia’s ex.”

“You what?” Paul stutters, the Windows crash error screen practically flashing behind his eyes. 

Critical System Error Located.

The System Needs A Reboot.

“Hold on a minute now, Marj.” His raspberry danish hangs suspended in air, halfway to his mouth. 

“Oh, don’t worry,” she says while she pulls her phone out. “It was easy.”

“That does worry me.” Paul says while TK asks, “How easy?”

“Well. I found her from Sofia’s page. She didn’t tag her but I did a reverse image search. Her account was private but I friended her.” 

At Paul’s frown she clarifies with a wave of her hand.

“Not with my own account. TK and I have a burner.”

"You guys–" Paul groans and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You guys have a burner Instagram?”

“Yeah, man, a finsta,” TK says earnestly.

“No.” Marjan shakes her head. “I told you. This is not that.”

“Do I want to know your burner name?”

“It’s Mark Strawani,” TK says with a self-satisfied smirk.

“What. Is that?”

“It’s our names combined!”

“Y’all are ridiculous.” 

“Anyway."

Thanks for tagging me @carlos-in-glasses! As of this morning, Dallas Carlos is at almost 16,400 words – so much for my plan to write short one-shots between long fics, but I guess in comparison to Wild Hearts, which was just over 80,000 words, 16.4k isn't that many. Here are a couple of paragraphs from Dallas Carlos that I wrote a few weeks ago.

The world is a blur: a wall of noise as the crowd screams, a sea of red and white Clippers jerseys in the stands, dotted with Mavericks blue and green. Underneath it all, the smack of his shoes on the wooden floor and his own harsh breathing.

Everything seems to slow down in the way that it does sometimes, but it’s only seconds between Carlos catching the ball and reaching the key. He takes three big steps when he reaches the free throw line and leaps, already bringing the ball down to slam it through the hoop. He hears Nate yell his name a split second before the Clipper who’d been chasing him down collides with his back.

It wouldn’t be so bad if Carlos weren’t hanging in mid-air.

Good morning everyone! I'm excited to have something new to share this week! This is a moment from a fic coming soon! In which Jonah might have got a little confused between styles of dancing:

“I’m a Texas Ranger,” Carlos explained, at which the man smiled, impressed. Older men like this cowboy are always very impressed when they learn what Jonah’s papa does, Jonah has noticed. They kind of go all swoony. It’s funny.

“Are you going to be a Texas Ranger like your daddy one day, young fella?” the man asked.

“Um. No…” Jonah replied pensively. “I’m going to be a tap dancer like my other papa.”

This was news to TK and Carlos, who looked down at Jonah with surprise. Never had Jonah expressed any interest nor knowledge in the subject of tap dancing. Neither had TK.

Without wanting to embarrass Jonah, they played along. TK found himself telling the man that he was forced to retire early from his tap dancing career due to a tendon injury.

“That must have been devastating,” the man said.

“Yes. I was very upset,” TK replied while Carlos refused to make eye-contact.

“A Ranger and a tap dancer.” The man nodded. “How did you two meet?”

“Tap dancing,” Jonah supplied.

The man looked at Carlos.

“I was…undercover,” Carlos said.

Open tag and tags below!:

My name is Elsayed from Gaza. My mother suffers from asthma and needs regular treatment, and I also have a child to support. The medicine and medical costs became very hard for me lately

👇👇These are her tests and prescription papers. This is not a fake story or just words online — this is my real life 💔

Honestly, I’m tired of asking for help, but I have no other choice right now. We only need about $60 until the end of the month. If 6 people donate just $10 each, we’ll be okay

Thank you so much for reading and understanding.

Also, most of my old Tumblr accounts were suspended, so this is my new account.

we’ve raised $200/220 so far We only need $20 left