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tk & carlos (& lou) — 3x15 "down to clown"

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seven sentence sunday

thank you @alrightbuckaroo for the inspiration saturday tag and @heartstringsduet @carlos-in-glasses @nisbanisba @carlossreaders @strandnreyes for the seven sentence sunday tags!!

Carlos swallows hard against the lump in his throat as he starts from the beginning. He tells TK about meeting Nestor in the hospital, the suspicions his father had. About the things he believed about Campbell and the point at which they started to feel less true.  TK’s eyes go wide and then shiny, as Carlos describes being shot. It didn’t hurt that much. Not really. What felt worse was the nauseating realization that he was trying to administer first aid to the hands that put a bullet in his dad’s chest.  He says as much, and that’s when TK finally interrupts, grabbing one of Carlos’s hands in both of his and making him look at him.  “You can’t blame yourself for not knowing,” TK tells him softly. It’s sweet, but Carlos can’t find a use for it. Blame is all he has left.

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inspiration weekend + seven sentence sunday

Happy Easter everyone 🐇 I hope you are all having a relaxing Sunday! Thank you for the inspiration weekend tags @alrightbuckaroo! I wanted to combine both since this fic has been rolling around in my brain again lately :)

“10-29-2 at 2870 Cypress Pine, Officer 363-H-20 do you copy?”

Carlos breathes in deeply through his nose, registering the familiar address he knows like the back of his hand at this point. He wishes he didn’t. He thumbs over his radio and turns his head towards his shoulder, already adjusting his turn signal to switch lanes and head for the residential area. 

“Copy, Dispatch. Officer 363-H-20 responding. ” 

Grace’s voice crackles back through his radio. “This is the third time this week, Carlos.”

The reminder does nothing to lessen the headache growing steadier in Carlos’s skull.

“I know,” he says. “It’s three years on Tuesday, Grace. She’s on edge.”

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“All the rich old ladies will be hitting on you. Thinking you’re some hot, eligible bachelor.”

Carlos feels worse by the minute. He’s hurting TK—he knows he is—but every time he thinks he should just blurt the words out, they shrivel up and die in his throat. He thinks of walking into a grand ballroom with TK on his arm and having every doctor he admires at this hospital turn to him in confusion, or disgust.

He thinks of the whispers he had to endure at the last hospital. The hushed conversations that stopped when he entered the room. The looks when they thought he couldn’t see them.

“I’m not one,” he says unnecessarily, and TK just hums.

All through the process of putting his street clothes back on and making his purchase, TK keeps dropping little hints. He doesn’t remember the last time he wore a tux. He hopes he doesn’t feel like a third wheel with Nancy and Mateo. He’s craving a shrimp cocktail. With each one of Carlos’ hums or smiles, TK’s spirit dims further and by the time they’re leaving the store, TK tells him he’s going to spend the night at his own place and Carlos isn’t even surprised.

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Having finished Severance, I now fully believe Helena talks to her innie that way because that's how her dad talks to her. It doesn't matter that you're unhappy with the life you've been given, it doesn't matter that you feel trapped. You are not a person. You belong to Lumon.

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tk strand in every episode 2.02: 2100°

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3.10 - Hi, Honey Part II // 3.22 - Cup I - Playoffs

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collecting posts of this type

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some sentence sunday

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here is a bit more of missing TK

Judd is slouched back in his chair in his office with his feet propped up on his desk, only pretending to be busy when his desk phone rings.

“Captain Ryder of the 126,” he answers. “What can I do for ya?”

“Judd, it’s carlos.”

“Oh yeah, hey did you find TK?” he says, sitting to attention. Grace had called him on her lunch and informed him of the situation.

“Not yet.” Carlos sounds despondent.

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chavis mármol, "untitled destruction project," 2024, nine-ton quarry stone replica of colossal olmec head dropped on blue tesla model 3

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Happy Easter Sunday 🐰 Posting something of this week's AFMA chapter because I really like it. Thanks for tagging me @ladyknight1512

“Let’s see what the Hunter’s moon run brings, what we can find out.” TK stands up, rights the blanket around his hips and then holds his hand out to pull Carlos up with him. “And after, we should talk about us.”

Carlos’ heart leaps, hits the trees and bushes and forest floor. So loud it must bounce against TK in its wake. But TK turns around and walks toward the direction of his pack like nothing happened, like he didn’t kick into the center of hope when Carlos thought he’d lost the trail of it forever. 

No rational thought stops Carlos from giving chase. This time, it’s TK who growls when Carlos envelopes his hips and pulls him flush against him. The elevated heartbeat of TK marks the echo of his own. 

“Tell me now.”

“Carlos--”

“I can’t go another minute without knowing I’ll have a chance to make it up to you. I can’t bear being around you and not be able to hold your hand or touch your face, or kiss you. Not when a door is still open. And you can close it. Of course you can, but… tell me now. I need to stop hoping.” OPEN TAG &

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Thank you for the tag @heartstringsduet 🩷🦋🌸

Chapter 3 of Butterflies will be posted tomorrow! Here is a snippet of Carlos reminiscing (with Jonah as a captive audience lol):

Jonah doesn’t like spiders at all, and neither does Carlos, but TK does. At the zoo, TK loves the reptile house and Creepy Crawly Alley. Everything is magic, and sometimes people are scared of different magic. Jonah likes that he and Carlos are scared of the same magic.

Carlos gently taps Jonah’s cute little button nose, because he’s obsessed with it. “The butterflies were called checkered white. They’re small, and the males are bright white with little black markings on the tops of their wings. The females have patches of black and brown all over. And they love to gobble up cabbages when they’re still caterpillars.”

Jonah doesn’t know what on Earth Carlos is talking about, but laughs at that word. Cabbages.

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They’ve gotten better at talking about the uncomfortable things over the past few years, about the parts of himself that he’d closed off in the years between when they knew each other before and when they met again later, after he transitioned. How he felt like he needed to cut those pieces out so he could be Paul, the person he is and always was.

Being with Asha has made him feel safe in ways he never really felt before, at least not since he was a kid. On those weekends spent riding shotgun in his dad’s old Chevette, the two of them on their four-hour pilgrimages out to Michigan State home games, windows rolled down and “Bonita Applebum” wafting on the dry Midwest wind.

He’s felt steady on his own path these past few years, brave in new ways and ready to try revisiting some of those old closed off pieces of himself. And she’s inspired him to envision what his future could look like, if he could be willing to let down some of his defenses and allow himself to enjoy every aspect of his life, even the parts that used to scare him.

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Happy Easter!! Some more sentences from the spring break sickfic which will be finished someday—

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this sick,” he whispers.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. It’s the worst being sick away from home,” Gwyn sympathizes.

(She’d spent a year abroad in Japan as an undergraduate. A few months into her stay, she’d been miserably sick with the flu, alone in her tiny student apartment in a foreign country where she only half-spoke the language, with nobody to look after her. She’d called her mother, hoping for comfort, forgetting that her mother is not the comforting sort.

“Have you had to miss classes? I hope you don’t flunk out,” her mother had mused, sounding half-concerned and half-irritated with her youngest child for being so foolish as to fall ill. )

“You need to drink something,” Gwyn says now, handing him a bottle of Gatorade from the table, then picking up one of the albums she’d dug out of the closet. “And look at some of these.”

“More baby pictures?” Carlos asks, his interest piqued.

“I think we got through most of the baby pictures the other night. These are the awkward years.”

Finally, a true smile. “I want to see.”

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Favorite bird genre has got to be 'that's literally just a dinosaur'

Groove-Billed Ani

Hoatzin

Pheasant Coucal

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rb to tell prev they're being so brave right now and pat their head a little please

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Happy Wednesday y'all! This is like the first Wednesday in a long, long time I have decided, no, I won't be leaving the house today actually, and yet I've still been tired and have a list of things to do around the house, keeping my energy low. Go figure 🙃 Please enjoy this bit from the next chapter of I'm way too good at bad decisions, which I'll be damned if it doesn't get done before the end of April

“HEY!” TK yells over the music. “YOU DOING OKAY?”

Carlos just nods. He doesn’t really want to yell over all this noise, so he leans in to kiss TK instead. It’s a reassuring kiss, one light and gentle and he pulls back from it a moment later with a smile, even as TK steps closer to loop his arms around Carlos’s neck as they dance together, hips grinding against the other’s with the fast pace of the song. 

It’s making Carlos’s head buzz, and TK’s smile is infectious. The music thumps, replacing his heartbeat with the rhythm, and Carlos thinks that must make sense, because there’s no way his heart isn’t beating in time to the music with the way TK’s hanging off of him.

Carlos can’t think of another time he’s had this much fun. There are zero worries in his head, of being caught with a man in his arms. There’s no repercussions waiting for him on the other side of this night, other than maybe the failure of completing his homework before they go back to Austin on Saturday. It’s him and this guy he met and is clicking with, and for once, Carlos isn’t worried about his identity or his fear of being himself. It’s him, and it’s TK, and he thinks maybe he could let this bravery change him.

“You look so hot tonight,” Carlos leans into TK’s ear to tell him, shameless in his flirty compliments.

TK just grins at him. He follows Carlos’s earlier lead and leans in to claim his lips in a filthy kiss rather than responding.

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