#carlos gets shot

[guardian-angle22]

I love the moment in 2x08 when TK, in the midst of being held at gunpoint and kidnapped, reached into his pocket and pulled out his sobriety chip and dropped it on the ground.

It was so smart to do, but it also shows how much trust and faith he has in Carlos (and his dad, the 126, etc.) because a random person stumbling across that chip wouldn't think twice about it. The coin isn't custom made with his name on it - anybody could have accidentally dropped one in a parking garage. But Carlos knows as soon as he sees it that it's TK's and what it means.

and TK dropped it because he knew Carlos and his family would be looking for him. TK knew that once he was late enough and didn't check in, it would be Carlos who would go searching for him.

[tsuchinokoroyale]

It’s so good to see you.

Lies of P (2023)

[wafflesrisa]

“My haircare routine…mmm…I shampoo it once every day? That’s it. And if I shower two or three times a day, I shower a lot, I’m very hygienic in that sense, I only shampoo it once. If I do it too much it gets too fluffy. Never conditioner. Never.”

[mediapen]

SINGAPORE, 2022 // 📸: LILLIAN SUWANRUMPHA

[lonestardust]

New 9-1-1 LONE STAR stills via Tim Minear on Facebook.

[marsinout]

“Sainz updated his LinkedIn profile”

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

they just didn't have to write him as "a great philanthropist"; "a generous benefactor of the empire bay planetarium"; "frequent officer of the empire bay press guild"; "a frequent target of political slander and false arrest because of generosity towards the press"

and at the same time write him as the first of the others to organize drug trafficking; a man who tried to kill all his competitors; "a shady bastard, even for guys in this business"; "ruthless modernizer"; a man who secretly views his close friend as a liability; "the man who killed his own boss" to take his place

"few will moan moretti's passing" from the lost heaven's newspapers and there's nothing like that in the cut-out news reports about carlo's death

[welcometololaland]

"HE'S MY HUSBAND"

Just so you know, now that you have put that out into the universe, I am manifesting that to happen at the end of the season this year. I CAN SEE IT AND I BELIEVE. THE POWER OF THE TENNIS AU BLEEDING INTO CANON

anon, you must know that I have never practised manifestation in my LIFE but I will manifest for this. I need it with my whole damn soul. it's unfair how much of a chokehold tarlos has us all in, and the least we deserve to add fuel to our burning obsessions is either of them (although tbh I think it's time for someone to call Carlos impressive because he IS) to look across at the other, the fondest, most loving look in their eyes and say: 'he's my husband'.

I will clown for this so fucking hard my nose will turn red I'm SORRY.

LIKE THIS BUT WITH TK SAYING HE'S MY HUSBAND:

(I'm so fucking unwell for them idk how I live like this)

[leclercsbf]

.

[aeolianblues]

Oh god, Carlos O'Connell really nailed it, didn't he. He knew exactly what he was doing when he wrote Big Shot. That instrumentation. The lyrics, even as seemingly abstract and distant they are. I get it. What he's written, I couldn't always pinpoint a lyric and tell you, this is what it is, but I know what he's written the song about. It's almost too fragile to put it into words. It might even break it to try. It would be too ugly to. But you get what he's saying. And when Grian puts his low, slow, strong and here very wistful, almost nihilist and faraway vocals onto it, he's really conveying what Carlos meant to say and it's so beautiful I might be sick to my stomach. I listen to that song sitting at home, and I feel homesick. Because it's about the other home. The unattainable one. The one only in memory, the one you left behind, forever. It's the fact that it will never exist for you. You will always be on the move. Home is everywhere and nowhere. It is a pin rusting through a mental map. It's an image in my head and it's been stuck there for ten years, rusting. I— my god. This song.

[i-regret-a-lot]

what a point

[msboutofcontext]

[stevenrogered]

i love that they’re such good people but im getting pretty tired of judd and grace’s only scenes this season being supporting everyone else and not having a real story of their own. 

its been an ongoing problem but between that, carlos only being in every other episode, and the other members of the 126 only getting one episode each (if that) to shine and then fading back into background characters the rest of the episodes, its really frustrating

[parameddic]

@hvndredstories

It - he - hadn't been right since he fell through the ice.

Maybe it was meant to be nice, or relaxing. Have a break, let his body recover from literally dying, give his ribs a chance to heal over the cracks and the bruises and regain some of the weight he'd lost in the freezing. The coma had been, well, close, and maybe not any closer than he'd ever really been before but it was the closest he'd ever felt to it. You know? This was supposed to be time to catch his breath, everyone else was catching their breath about what had happened, and he sort of... it was all ...

grey.

He wanted to be alive, he was grateful to be alive, but he felt a bit like a zombie walking. Fragile. The physical therapy was taking it out of him, and he was still weeks of work away from being cleared again for duty. He -

[Text] Nikolai -> TK: I thought you wanted to talk.

Would it be really, really shitty of him to ask Nikolai to hook up, when that was the last text he'd received, more than two weeks ago? That was over a month of waiting on TK to get back to him. To be fair, a lot of that time had been spent in a coma, intubated, torn between staying alive and freezing to death, but he still... he still had said he'd wanted to talk. And then effectively ghosted the guy.

He hadn't asked Nancy her opinion. It would have been tough to ask her about this guy without it throwing up red flags and that was its own thing and yes he did want to talk and he desperately, really, wanted to feel something.

[Text] TK -> Nikolai: I really do, but tonight I want to f--

no.

[Text] TK -> Nikolai: I do. [Text] TK -> Nikolai: Can tonight just be a booty call?

It was exactly as promised. All else aside there was a certain predictability to their interactions, save for the advent of flooding emergencies or shelter-in-place orders or bleeding to death in dumpsters: they said what they wanted and then they took it, and gave it, and it was good and fair and the longer TK had spent with Nikolai the more he'd gotten to know about how this man's body worked, how to make him hum that low tone that tugged at something physical, low in TK's chest. It was good.

Nikolai saw TK, saw the lost weight, the paler-than-normal (and that was saying something) skin, the bruises still not fully healed on his chest, and he said nothing. One of the rules, no words, and even more so tonight because TK had in fact pressed him into the arch of the doorway before they were fully inside and kissed him and kissed him and kissed him and TK was not fragile or going to break or "you must be exhausted" by any of it, and -

he pulled away with a ragged breath inward, shaky and lost for a second because he did not know how he had lost his breath, and this was when he realised that if he did not stop now he was going to be crying, and that would be ridiculous.

"Sorry." He forced laughter, over the top of it. This was messy, and stupid, and not at all what either of them had signed up for. He pulled back and away and turned to conceal it, startled by the intensity of the emotion because he had not actually known he was holding onto it at all. He swallowed. Sniffed. When he swiped at his eyes they were dry, which he guessed was less pathetic than it could have been.

Their pants weren't even off yet.

He had asked him here. What TK had wanted out of that, what he'd... he shook his head, controlled his exhale. This suddenly felt very unhot. "I'm a mess."

[takkamek]

checking the f1 tag religiously to see if any news broke and got hit in the face with the secret baby rumors

[niuxita21]

When you’re so committed to the bit that you don’t stop holding hands even when focusing on a completely unrelated problem A++ for effort ladies