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Thanks tagging me: @carlossreaders @ssealie @pimento-playing-hopscotch
WIP WEDNESDAY
Tk had been feeling off for over a month. Everytime he smells something or gets worked up over a small thing that gives him a slight headache he would find himself rushing to the bathroom to vomit whatever he had left inside of him. Earlier this morning, he was wrapped up in Carlos’ arms and smelt a strong odor of sweat and must, which didn’t bother him much until now– he rushed to the bathroom and retched, hoping to have not woken up his husband. Carlos got up to check up on him, but Tk brushed him off and just got ready for work, telling him it was probably food poisoning.
At the firehouse, Tk walked in with his bag, but he looked and felt terrible. Paul, Marjan, and Nancy noticed it, talking amongst each other, trying to get either of them to ask if anything was wrong or to check up on him. “Tk, you’re good, bud?” She asked him, strolling over to him as he turned around, “yeah? Why’d you ask?” He shrugged.
“Because you’ve been sick lately, like “BLEH” type of sickness…” She said using her impersonation of her vomiting. Tk chuckled softly as he shook his head, “I’m fine, Nancy, it was probably something that I ate or a stomach bug. Nothing more.” He said as he walked up the stairs to the locker room to change into his uniform.
OPEN TAG:: @paperstorm @goodways @guardian-angle22 @heartstringsduet @freneticfloetry @tarlosweeklyprompts @strandnreyes @reyesstrand
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love downloading a pdf to never read. just in case. like lol. you’re coming home with me
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If you read the fic, leave the kudos. Leave a comment too, if possible. Just do it. It takes a few seconds of your time and it means the world to the writer.
Sincerely, me who just got told that my writing feels like watching a blockbuster movie. I don't care if they were sincere or not, I'll be thinking about that comment for the rest of my life and every time I feel bad about my art, I'll remember that someone once liked it.
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this or that
thank youuu @strandnreyes @heartstringsduet @emsprovisions <3
coffee shop or florist | au or fix-it | enemies to lovers or childhood friends | angst or fluff | love at first sight or pining | modern au or historical au (though why not both?) | break up & make up or proposal & wedding | get together or established relationship (though i loveee both) | soulmates or unrequited | fake dating or secret dating | obvious pining or domestic fluff | hurt/comfort or crack | meet the parents or meet cute
leaving an open tag bc i’m getting to this late!
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TK and Carlos + love in art
clare elsaesser / joseph lorusso / sergey galanter / dillon samuelson / ron hicks
(pt. 1)
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when a mutuals struggling but you know you can't say anything to help so you just like their post and hope they know they're not alone
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🌟 Lone Star Fandom Infographic 🌟
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Thanks for the tags @annoyingcloudearthquake @carlos-in-glasses @lemonlyman-dotcom @carlossreaders @paperstorm @henrygrass @pimento-playing-hopscotch! Chapter 4 of Mommy Issues is finally posted, here is a snippet of chapter 5…
Gwyn discreetly swipes a tear from her eye. Not that she needs to be discreet; these two only have eyes for each other. She doesn’t particularly like that TK will have to pretend to be less important than he is to Carlos, but he’s an adult now, and this is his decision.
She is allegedly involved, though. “Carlos, did you say your mother wants to talk to me?”
Carlos swallows. She hopes that’s getting a little less painful for him. “Yeah. Um. Hopefully she’ll be… normal about it? But I think she wants to make sure… I’m being taken care of?” His ears are bright red. “I told her you were taking great care of me! Because you are! But she said she needed to talk to you mother-to-mother.” He closes his eyes and shakes his head once, as though trying to shake off the awkwardness of his mother caring about him. “You really don’t have to.”
“Give me her number, sweetheart. And breathe.”
No pressure tags
@rmd-writes @thisbuildinghasfeelings @bonheur-cafe @liminalmemories21 @strandnreyes
@everlastingday
@reyesstrand @sunshineacd @theghostofashton @ironheartwriter @emsprovisions
@sapphic--kiwi
@heartstringsduet
@my-beloved-lakes
@firstprince-history-huh
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@no-goodbyes-no-regrets @freneticfloetry @eclectic-sassycoweyes @herefortarlos
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@lavenderrdaughter @goodways @literateowl @carlos-tk @welcometololaland d @rangersoup
@futures-tense @laelipoo
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WIP Wednesday
thanks for the tags @henrygrass, @heartstringsduet, @paperstorm, new wip who dis?
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No yelling, no screaming, no anger, no sarcasm, no confusion, nothing. TK just continues to nibble his ice cream and drink his tea.
Carlos does the same, not wanting to put invisible pressure on TK by looking at him, when he finishes his bowl of ice cream, Carlos sits back in the corner of the couch with his mug cradled in his hands, keeping them warm, something tangible tethering him to this moment with TK. His eyes are vacant as tears slowly continue to fall down his face, Carlos wants to wipe them away, but he just clutches his tea and stays put instead.
TK finishes his ice cream and tea before he says anything. "I wanted to use." Its so quiet Carlos strains to hear the words even though TK is sitting on the same couch as him.
Carlos is woefully unequipped for this conversation. He knows of TK's past with drug addiction, and he had been doing better since a little while before Carlos moved to New York, so he doesnt exactly know how to handle the situation he's been presented with.
When Carlos takes too long to think of anything to say, TK continues. "I came here."
"You did," Carlos says softly, hoping desperately that its the right thing to say.
Another bought of silence falls over them as Carlos watches TK chew at his bottom lip before locating the small spoon and putting it back in his mouth to presumably stop himself from drawing too much blood.
"I dont think I can be alone in my apartment," TK whispers.
"So stay," the words fall so easily from Carlos's mouth. He needs TK to be physically alright. He cant in good conscious let a friend go home after they told him they might use. That would sit so wrong in Carlos's gut and he would be up all night worrying.
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and for those of you keeping up with my paint by numbers, here it is although i wanted to be a bit further than i currently am with it

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tagging @reyesstrand, @herefortarlos, @whatsintheboxmh, @firstprince-history-huh, @neversleepuntilfive, and open tags for everyone i definitely missed (lmk if you do/dont wanna be tagged)
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New poster for The Old Guard 2 - Nile
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TK *unbuttoning shirt*: God, I’m sorry but its just so hot in here.
Carlos: I know, but please stop unbuttoning my shirt.
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file this under: photos Andrea would frame and put on her wall

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911: Lone Star | S5E4 -> Paul talking to the rats
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Thank you for the tag @henrygrass @pimento-playing-hopscotch @annoyingcloudearthquake @paperstorm
@carlossreaders @heartstringsduet @lemonlyman-dotcom 🧡
It's a Work is Published today because don't want to share toooo much from the upcoming chapter 2 of My Sweet Boy, You Can't Stop Time, so here's something from chapter 1, now on Ao3!
“Jonah!” he screams, “Jonah Morgan Strand-Reyes, come here right now!”
In the four years since they adopted Jonah, Carlos has only full-named him two other times. Usually, when he’s got himself into a pickle, he’s Jonah Morgan, with Morgan said in a tone that suggests Papa Carlos is not going to tell him twice. Both times the full naming happened were thanks to Logan Wayne – of course! – who since the Gymboree days has followed Jonah around like a bad smell. Last year, TK and Carlos were disagreeing over whether Jonah should switch schools because of Logan, and Jonah became so distraught he yelled, “Leave me the shit alone!”
“Jonah Morgan Strand-Reyes! We do not use that language!” Carlos scolded, even though Jonah had almost-certainly heard Carlos say shit two evenings prior because he dropped a carton of noodles.
The year before, when Jonah was a pre-schooler, Logan kept grabbing hold of Jonah’s nose during the Easter recital to make his singing voice come out like a kazoo. The next day, Jonah retaliated by putting a sharp rock he’d found at recess on Logan’s chair. Logan sat on the rock and screamed, which was the intended effect, but Lacey Roberts who sits next to Logan and has a stupid crush finked on Jonah immediately. Carlos did the pick up, which meant being confronted again by a furious Kimberly Wayne. On the solemn walk to the car, Carlos gently asked Jonah for his side of the story, at which Jonah shrieked, in front of everyone in the parking lot: “Papa! Shut up!”
It was one of the worst moments of Carlos’ life, Jonah’s anger and let-downness being turned on him like that.
“Jonah Morgan–” Carlos swallowed, the rest of it a pained whisper, “–Strand-Reyes…we do not say shut up to each other…”
Jonah burst into fresh tears, covering his face like he couldn’t bear to look at Carlos or be looked at in return.
Carlos got down on his knees and took Jonah into his arms. “Mijo.”
“I’m sorry!” Jonah wailed.
“I know. It’s going to be okay,” Carlos soothed, “Let’s talk it out over a milkshake?”
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@firstprince-history-huh @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @alrightbuckaroo
@rmd-writes @welcometololaland @strandnreyes @reyesstrand
@tellmegoodbye @freneticfloetry @theghostofashton @eclectic-sassycoweyes
@herefortarlos @ironheartwriter @emsprovisions @everlastingday
@sapphic--kiwi @whatsintheboxmh @ssealie @rangersoup
@anactualcaseofthetruth @my-beloved-lakes @neversleepuntilfive
@afiendishthingynisba @the-126-family @butchreyes
@laelipoo @literateowl @kiwichaeng @carlos-tk @orchidscript
@chicgeekgirl89 - If you want to share/haven't already! No pressure ever! ❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜
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