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tripononline · 2 years
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This magnificent aerial shot captured by @dinosaur802 shows the beautiful seasonal colors of Wasatch Mountain State Park! 🍂 Enjoy incredible views like this on your next road trip through the mountainous region of Wasatch County, Utah📍
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loverboy-m · 6 months
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agapemoon · 1 year
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cellbit: im sad bc roier doesnt log in since bobby died
me: lmao how DRAMATIC, it’s been just ONE (1) day bc he doesnt stream on the weekends and he didnt log in friday bc he changed his schedule to participate in that minecraft event on sunday, it makes sense and it’s completely understandable 💁🏻‍♀️
also me, without seeing roier for ONE (1) day:
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magicinverse · 11 months
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We'll have to wait one more day to see what's on that letter, Roier is not doing stream today
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alien-girl-21 · 1 year
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Watching roier's pov today 🥰🥰
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k0zumevhs · 1 year
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Ao Ashi - Cap. 201
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thatweirdnoise · 8 months
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Forgot to mention but i saw Roier saying he wanted to make an enigma to Cellbo off stream so chat wouldn't spoil the answer
Roier, Ro, our beloved tripon. If chat ever spoil an enigma YOU made to Cellbit all hell will break lose. The trumpets of the apocalypse will sound as Cell proclaims the most cursed string of words ever thought by any human being alive.
The chatter who spoiled it would be banned for life.
No one is brave enough for that
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qroier · 29 days
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okay it's post purgatory 1. roier cubito just got off that boat. everything sucks. cucurucho takes one look at roier's stumbling ass, thinks of all the blood covering him, how it belongs to his friends and family, how cellbit is nowhere in sight, and decides hmmmm.... I can do something with this.
so one day later, once people are more settled in, cucurucho siddles over to roier's house and knocks on his door. there's no answer. um, okay. he knocks harder. still no answer. well. maybe he's working on a building somewhere?
cucurucho needs to hurry. preparations are still under way for the trip to rescue the eggs but, well. roier doesn't exactly need to know any of that, does he? so he needs to find him quick.
he's not in la taqueria el tripon. no roier in the bodega. pemex looks desolate. ouch, someone stole from the coppel. on he goes, until. ah. the oxxo's a mess inside.
the shelves have been knocked over, there's somehow kitkats stuck to the ceiling, and the roier cardboard cutout attendee has a big hole punched into his face. cucurucho looks around some more, trying to figure out where to go from here, before he spots something on the floor that looks out of place. he crouches down to get a closer look and realizes he's looking at leaves. red leaves, specifically. red leaves and orange grass. well, that certainly explains where roier’s been.
cucurucho teleports over to cellbit's castle. he's already crossed the bridge and is just about to enter when he hears some sort of commotion somewhere to the castle's side. roier is there, at the castle's base, fighting with a bird over a bag of chips and yelling profanities. there's lots of bags of chips scattered around his feet.
"stupid fucking bird! is that your problem? you know only inglich? te estás haciendo pendejo leave my food ALONE!" roier gives one last pull that manages to free half the bag from the bird. chips go flying everywhere as the bag tears. roier stumbles backward and steps on another bag, shouting in dismay. the crunch is very loud.
"TÓMALA CULERO!" roier yells, shaking his fist like abueloier after the bird. he looks around and starts half-heartedly cleaning up the bags, still mumbling curses under his breath. wonderful, looks like he's not busy now.
cucurucho waits until roier's back is to him before walking up to him. "good morning."
"GAH!" roier wheels around to look at him, hand to his heart. "WHAT THE FUCK, MAN."
"hahaha," cucurucho laughs. he knows how it is with roier.
"culero estupido pendejo, ok, pues ríete de mi! ríete de mi!" roier crosses his arms and turns his back on cucurucho with a humph. the action makes more chips crunch. they both turn down to look at the scattered bags. roier's shoulders slump before crouching down to continue stacking them into piles.
"good morning," cucurucho repeats himself. politeness is vital. "what are you doing?"
"what does it look like, stupid? i'm eating chips." roier gives up at that point before plobing down on his back. he opens a bag of chips and starts eating them, slowly and one by one. there's a small radio next to him that cucurucho hadn't noticed before. it's not currently on.
"what are you doing?" cucurucho asks again, knowing that's not the full story.
"me voy a quedar aquí. me voy a quedar aquí comiendo mis papitas y me voy a podrir," roier turns to look into cucuruchos eyes at that. "adios." he says, and closes his own eyes. realizing he's forgotten something, roier grabbles for the radio next to him, eyes still closed, before he finally finds it and turns it on. si no te hubieras ido starts playing. he starts eating the chips again, each crunch louder than the last.
well, that won't do.
"no," cucurucho tells him politely.
roier opens one eye and squints up at cucurucho. marco antonio solís is still crooning, soft and low and made a bit tinny by the radio. "what the fuck do you mean, no?"
"no," cucurucho repeats. that won't do. roier is still covered in blood and wearing his emoier clothes. there's still an asset there.
"y bueno. pues f, no? mamate." roier closes his eye again, this time more firmly. there's finality to the motion. he reaches out and turns up marco antonio solís. he starts pointedly singing along.
"noy hay nada más difícil que vivir sin ti," roier and marco antonio solís mourn together. it's muffled by the sound of crunching chips. this won't do.
"sufriendo en la-"
cucurucho reaches down-
"aA WHA?" and pulls roier up by his bloodstained hoodie. he starts squawking immediately.
"ME ESTAN ASALTANDO, ME ESTAN ASALTANDO!" he shouts, looking around and going as far as placing a hand delicately to his forehead before remembering that there's no one left to come looking. the fight slumps out of him, and he twists out of cucurucho's grip easily. cucurucho considers the motion apprasingly. yes, he will do.
annoyance covers roier's face. he crosses his arms. "what the hell is wrong with you. que es tu problema. bueno, aparte de ser cucurucho y horible y asi."
cucurucho takes out the notepad he wrote ahead of time for this. preparation is always vital. he hands it to roier. roier raises an eyebrow before snatching it away and opening it to read through. his brow furrows almost immediately, before he clears that away and looks up from the book, eyes wide.
"ahaha, what the fuck?" roier goes back to reading the book, and scoffs as he pockets it once he's done. "nope! nuh uh, no acepto."
"why?" cucurucho asks him. it's a good offer. a smart one. they both get something they want in return if roier agrees to work for the federation.
"para que solo me pagen con café y enigmas? hm, no gracias." there's a glint in his eyes that he hides by looking around at the ground and muttering something about bears and ruined chips.
cucurucho takes out another book and writes down the offer he gave in the first book, as a reminder, before handing it over to roier. "the federation has resources to find people. stellar employees may request access, should their work be sufficient."
roier reads those lines. he looks at the book, pondering. he looks at cucurucho, also pondering. marco antonio solís finishes his song, and the radio switches over to llueve sobre la ciudad. the sound of static draws both of their attention to the radio. Instead of los bunkers, hozier's voice comes through, and they blink at the radio in confusion.
"do you think i'd give up," he sings, and cucurucho looks at roier pointedly.
roier just rolls his eyes. "fine! ugh." he pockets the second book and approaches cucurucho to poke a finger at his chest. "but i'm quitting the second you try and give me coffee!"
wonderful news.
"disfruta la isla," cucurucho tells him, smiling wider as roier goes to poke at the radio before he teleports back to the offices. a new asset has been acquired. everything is going as planned.
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quacksyl4 · 2 months
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Es mí primera vez aquí,parece un lugar menos tóxico que Twitter,como están tripones y patitos?
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tripononline · 2 years
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Best Hotels With Pool In San Francisco
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agapemoon · 1 year
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magicinverse · 11 months
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I'm watching Cellbit's stream from yesterday and when Jaiden appeared all the guapitos that were in Cell chat start saying: *MAMAAAAA" "MY MOOOOM" And filling the chat with the heart Roier emotes
You may love Jaiden but the tripones/guapitos/Roier viewers love her more
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lecturb · 9 months
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Dibujo nogtugno del tripon
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lilac-artemis · 6 months
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Roier | Tripon
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pixiecaps · 2 months
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cant believe qroiers beef with qbad all started with him calling him tripon
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chris-spacehere · 1 year
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wait fuck I forgot to change my layout
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