Michelle (she/her). Obsessed with 911 Lone Star & Tarlos and will post about whatever I love or laugh at in between 💗. Truthfully bad at tagging. Or being coherent pre-edit.
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can we as a fandom collectively revisit tk’s teen years now that we have the context that his stepfather was a literal billionaire. can we talk about tk running loose in the hamptons.
girl who finally is going back to reading by finishing one book: now i'm going to read all the books in the world.
Reblog to literally save a life
whish they told us this in school, all they did was say “feel for lumps, you will know when you feel it”
This is important, even if it doesn’t work with your blog theme REBLOG IT!!!!
Women need to know this, not all of us have ever been told what we need to look out for!
yeah reblogging especially for my transmasc fellows who (like me) might be real uncomfortable with their chests and not know what to watch out for because we try to avoid this kind of thing (just me? okay)
Cis Men need to know it too. They can get breast cancer even though the odds are lower.
Everyone needs to know Breast cancer symptoms
"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there
911 lone star -> TK & Carlos are ✨husbands✨ in case you didn't know
*taps mic* so it's been a while hasn't it? i have a lot going on right now (i'm two semesters away from having a bachelors!!) but i recently started writing again, and i decided to retcon agent reyes. soooo, presenting the new agent reyes!
“Do you have a safe house anywhere in London? The CIA built all my aliases that I use in London, so I don’t have a house in the country that isn’t already being surveilled.” Carlos pulls his hat lower on his face, his back to the corner of the coffee shop. TK looks around, scanning the shop with his own eyes before settling on Carlos.
“Not in London, no. Interpol presence for me is high here, and it was never worth the risk. I have places to hide out for a few hours at a time, like this place, but nowhere to stay long term.”
Carlos sighs, “I might know a place, but we’re really playing with fire by using it. Pa – My field partner, when needed, also keeps a house in London. I know where it is and how to get in, but there is no guarantee that he will not sell us out the moment we trip his safehouse cameras. We’re completely at his mercy – he maintains this outside the purview of the CIA.”
TK scoffs, a small, ugly thing, “Just gotta ask, to clear something up, what’s the name of your field partner?”
Carlos stays silent, not meeting TK’s eyes and taking a sip of the now lukewarm coffee sitting in front of him.
“Right, that’s what I thought. This is really just a one-way street, isn’t it? You keep gleaning information from me, whether it’s about my life or about my kills or the people I work with, but you won’t even give me the name of the guy whose discretion our lives depend on. Great, Carlos, just great. Glad we cleared that shit up.”
Carlos sets his mug down harsher than he intended, coffee sloshing over the side of the mug and forming a ring around the mug. TK fixates on the ring, not looking at Carlos. “That’s because your shit is what got us into this mess in the first fucking place! I was supposed to be in and out, and then you said my stupid fucking words, and then got me fucking red noticed by aligning me with people that you got into bed with. So yeah, TK, you don’t know anything about my life. I have people to protect, and you are not going to fucking shame me for it.”
TK starts saying something, but Carlos is tuning him out, seeing three men enter the coffee shop and split, sitting at Carlos’s 10, 12, and 3. “Shut up, and laugh at something I said.”
“What?” TK looks at him.
“I’m saying something hilarious, so laugh and grab my hand.” Carlos says with a smile on his face, leaving his hand face up on the table.
TK complies, laughing and intertwining their fingers together, leaving a smile on his face. “Carlos, what the fuck is going on?”
“There’s three men, one at our 10, one at your six, and one at our three. Standard threat elimination for MI6, they’re really getting sloppy now.” Carlos leans in, nudging the top of TK’s hat with his own, as if he’s going to kiss him. “PDA makes people wildly uncomfortable, no one’s looking at us now. That group of eight is getting ready to leave, leave a ten bill on the table and grab your backpack.”
Carlos leans back, letting TK finish what Carlos told him to do. As TK stands up and swings his backpack over his shoulder, Carlos says one more thing. “Lean down and kiss me, grab my hand, and walk out with me behind that group.”
okay, so no pressure tagging @theghostofashton, @paperstorm, @liminalmemories21, @heartstringsduet,
@bonheur-cafe, @lightningboltreader, @reyesstrand and @carlos-in-glasses
Thanks to @whatsintheboxmh, @heartstringsduet, @nisbanisba, @annoyingcloudearthquake, @carlossreaders, @strandnreyes, and @lemonlyman-dotcom for the tags!
You get me early today because I took the day off!
“Jonah, come here for a second,” Carlos says, pulling him to the side. “We’re going to put some more sunscreen on okay?”
“No thank you!” Jonah says quickly, trying to dart away.
Carlos catches his arm. “This isn’t a no thank you time. You need to put sunscreen on to be safe.”
“But I don’t like it!” Jonah whines.
It’s the same argument they had this morning, but Carlos knows that if Jonah comes home looking like a tomato, T.K. is not going to be happy. “I know, let’s do it quick so you can go with your class.”
Jonah stands stiffly as Carlos squirts some of the sunscreen into his hand and gently spreads it over Jonah’s warm and sticky cheeks. “Okay I’m all done!” Jonah declares after about ten seconds, running to catch up with his friends, white streaks still crisscrossing his forehead.
Carlos sighs. At least he tried.
Tagging @carlos-in-glasses, @henrygrass, @literateowl, @emsprovisions, and anyone else who would like to share!
Do you have an opinion on was Jonah should call TK and Carlos?
Do you think Papa Bro will stick?
Hello! I think papa bro probably won’t stick because it feels kind of jokey
For me, I’d prefer Jonah to call them by their names. He remembers and knows TK as his brother, and it would be confusing for TK to suddenly become dad. Especially when Enzo is still a part of Jonah’s life. I wouldn’t want them to erase Enzo in any sense.
Also, for me personally, calling them something other than their names feels a little too heteronormative, like there’s this rule that a male guardian must be some form of ‘dad’ regardless of the actual relationship. Life isn’t that black and white in my opinion. Their family can consist of dad who isn’t physically present every day, and his brother and BIL TK and Carlos who take care of him <3
we need more masculine clothing designed to show off tits
this was about butch women but im glad u guys are having fun with ur star trek men
Thanks for the tags @lemonlyman-dotcom @nisbanisba @annoyingcloudearthquake @emsprovisions and @heartstringsduet
Here's the long overdue Chapter Five of The Lone Ranger!
Sam’s work is interrupted by a badge being slapped down on his desk. It reads FBI in big blue letters across the top. He looks up and is met with a friendly smile, a real friendly smile, from the man standing over him.
“Hi.”
Sam rolls his eyes. “You must be good cop.”
The man chuckles, genuinely amused by the remark. “I heard you met Brendick. I’m his better half, Agent Dunn.” The agent extends a hand to him.
“I can read,” Sam says flatly, and places the badge into his extended hand instead of shaking it.
Dunn seems unphased by the thinly veiled hostility as he returns the badge to his coat pocket, the friendly smile never leaving his face. “I take it you’re bad cop and good cop is the one in the hospital bed.”
“Something like that,” Sam replies, Jones’ threats of putting him on all the tax fraud cases if he doesn’t behave ringing in his ears. He tries to lighten his attitude. “What can I help you with?”
Dunn’s smiles fades just a little and he actually looks remorseful about what he’s about to say. “I’m going to need everything you’ve got on the Reyes shooting.”
Don’t get reassigned to tax fraud Sam reminds himself. “Everything?”
Dunn nods.” ‘fraid so.”
Tags under the cut
Thank you for the tag @whatsintheboxmh @heartstringsduet @nisbanisba @annoyingcloudearthquake
@carlossreaders @strandnreyes @bonheur-cafe @lemonlyman-dotcom
@chicgeekgirl89 @emsprovisions @rangersoup @sanjuwrites 🧡
This is from chapter 1 of BF Fic, which I think I'm going to start posting on Monday...
In which TK needs some comforting...but may end up having to provide some himself:
“I’m such a mess,” TK laughs without smiling. “Must have been a real treat coming home to this.”
“Hey. No. Look at me,” Carlos commands softly, even though TK is pinned beneath him and can do nothing but. Running his fingers through his husband’s floof of hair, Carlos goes on, “You are more beautiful to me today than ever before.”
“Shut up.”
“It’s true though.”
“It’s not.”
“Yes it is.”
“I’m a mess. The house is a mess. I couldn’t get Jonah settled, so I couldn’t really unpack and start making things nicer. We have peeling wallpaper. Weeds growing in the gutter. The porch roof–”
“I’m going to fix up the porch!” Carlos declares grandly, for some reason deepening his voice. “That’s a me job, okay?”
“And I found three snails in the downstairs bathroom, so they’re getting in somehow.”
Carlos rises up from TK slightly, hovering over him. In a much smaller voice, he says, “Snails?”
Open tag and tags below!:
Thank you for the tag, @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @nisbanisba @annoyingcloudearthquake @carlossreaders
Today is a Work is Published Wednesday, because I have published the final chapter of my Owen belongs in Austin fic- and a happy ending is achieved for all involved!!
Here is a morsel -
“Hidey ho, neighbors,” Owen said, knocking on the open door as Buffy ran inside.
“Buffy!” Jonah shouted, running down the stairs. “This is our house! We own it now!”
“You do!” Owen exclaimed as Jonah gave him a hug. “Jonah! You have a whole house!”
“We do!” Jonah beamed. “I get to tell Daddy when we call him tomorrow!”
“That’s great, bud!” Owen gave him a high-five as TK came out of the kitchen.
“Jonah bud, go into the kitchen,” TK told him. “Your PB has your lunch”.
“Okay,” Jonah nodded. “TK, can Lou go wherever he wants in the house?”
“That is a good question,” TK nodded seriously, ignoring his dad’s huge grin. “When you go into the kitchen, ask your PB that”. Jonah nodded and scampered off. “I have something for you,” TK told his dad. “One sec”. He pulled his phone out. “I got a text from Carlos”.
“Is it about Lou?” his dad guessed.
“Hard to say”. TK chuckled. “It just says ‘I’ll get you for this’. Love you too, babe,” TK called cheekily over his shoulder.
Read what happened before this on AO3-
No pressure tagging - I tag @anewkindofme @laneybishop89 @kiankiwi @firstprince-history-huh @lavenderrdaughter @chicgeekgirl89 @everlastingday @henrygrass and anyone else who wants to do it - open tag!
wip wednesday! I'd be remiss if I didn't promote my latest finished work, Kindred Spirit. It's a medieval fantasy au, mostly tarlos-centric, and the longest thing I've ever posted to ao3. It would mean the world to me if y'all could go and check it out here.
I also have a snippet from my in-progress superhero!au to post! thank you to @whatsintheboxmh @heartstringsduet @nisbanisba @lemonlyman-dotcom and @emsprovisions for the tags.
The door to the daycare is painted a nice baby blue, a happy sun on the corner just like a child's drawing. He tries to turn the handle, but it won't budge.
"Door's locked, Nance. Can you do anything about it?"
"I'll see—shit! Your six!" Nancy alerts him just in time to duck under what is frankly the largest fist TK has ever seen in his life.
"Woah, man. At least ask me out to dinner first," he quips. It lacks his normal annoying energy he normally tries his best to exude, but he'll excuse that. He zaps a block of ice onto the guy's fist, causing it to get stuck balled up.
"Blizzard," the guy drawls. "We've been lookin' for you." In the next second, the guy is swinging again. Ice smashes against the wall only inches from where TK's head is. It leaves a sizable dent.
TK makes a mental note to play defense. He's not going to get anywhere trying to brute strength his was past this unstoppable force. "Look, big guy, I'm flattered, but you're not really my type."
Another swing from his opponent only just catches TK on the chin, but it's enough to leave him stumbling. "Enough talk," the guy growls. "It's been way too long since I've gotten to pulverize a pretty face."
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