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2024 Art Roundup— Doodlez

Thank you for tagging me @heartstringsduet 💜 Here's all my little doodles I've drawn this year that you can find in this tag. Happy Holidays everyone 💜

Open tag for all creators who have made anything this year 💜 and tags under the cut—

Tagging @whatsintheboxmh @thisbuildinghasfeelings @herefortarlos

@carlos-in-glasses @alrightbuckaroo @paperstorm

@theghostofashton @ladytessa74 @nancys-braids @captain-gillian

@literateowl @everlastingday @henrygrass @carlossreaders

@carlos-tk @emsprovisions @goodways @lightningboltreader

@laelipoo @liminalmemories21 and @nisbanisba

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wip wednesday

thanks for the tags yall! @thisbuildinghasfeelings @carlos-in-glasses @paperstorm @bonheur-cafe @whatsintheboxmh @nisbanisba @carlossreaders @tellmegoodbye @laelipoo @pimento-playing-hopscotch you’ve all been queued 💕

Last week, Marjan ran to her apartment. They drank tea, chatted about what happened, she cried in her arms, and then Marjan slept in her bed while Nancy slept on the couch. All she wanted was to hold her all night long, bask in her beautiful scent until the sun came up, but Marjan wasn’t in that place. She was grieving the loss of this life long friendship and relationship. She needed time to process, and Nancy couldn’t fall in love with another straight girl. She’s been here before, and it’s too painful. 

“Dude, what’s up with you?” TK asked. 

“Nothing, What’s up with you?” Nancy snapped back, coming off way harsher than she wanted to. “I’m sorry, TK, you don’t deserve that. I just… It’s complicated.” 

“It’s okay.” TK looked up at her, “Do you want to talk about it?” 

The truth was, she wanted to scream about it. 

i know i’m late but no pressure tags to @pelorsdyke @reyesstrand @captain-gillian @tailoredshirt @your-catfish-friend @everlastingday @ameriicansrequiems and open tag!

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Thanks to @annoyingcloudearthquake, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @carlos-in-glasses, @paperstorm,

@strandnreyes, @bonheur-cafe, @whatsintheboxmh, @nisbanisba,

@carlossreaders, @emsprovisions, and @lemonlyman-dotcom for the tags!

A little more Holiday Hookup from a later chapter:

They turn a corner and reach what T.K. assumes is Carlos’ destination. There’s a gazebo tucked away here, a popular spot for prom and engagement photos. It’s been decorated for Christmas with garlands and bows and lights, a little beacon of holiday cheer against the otherwise darkened park. “Oh my god the sex gazebo!” T.K. says excitedly, letting go of Carlos’ hand and walking up the two little steps into the gazebo. “I forgot about that too.” It had been a thing in high school; kids would sneak out here in the dead of night and have sex in the gazebo. Or so they claimed. T.K. suspected a lot fewer people had actually done it than said they had.  “Did you ever…?” Carlos asks curiously. “No,” T.K. says. “I had other places for that. And I wasn’t having a lot of sex before I moved back to New York anyway. Did you?” In the glow of the white Christmas lights, Carlos blushes. “No. I didn’t sleep with a guy until college. And I never brought anyone home so, there was no reason to come here.” “You could have just told me this was where we were going,” T.K. says. “I wouldn’t have said no.” “You don’t think it’s weird?” “I’ve had sex in much weirder places,” T.K. says.

Open tag because it's late!

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still believe that one of the greatest bits of all time was on January 6th, 2021 when. well. you know. and twitter was understandably an echo chamber of panic and fear and Justin McElroy just tweeted a selfie with a filter that was like “have a delicious national spaghetti day” followed by 3 tweets that were like “fuck. i’m sorry. i don’t know how to delete scheduled posts” and as i type this two years later i’m laughing

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having a freeze response to stress is so funny in the context of normal adult stressors. millions of years of evolution are trying to tell me that the email will not find me if i stay very still and do nothing

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Good morning!! Thanks for the tags @annoyingcloudearthquake @thisbuildinghasfeelings @carlos-in-glasses @paperstorm @bonheur-cafe @whatsintheboxmh @nisbanisba @carlossreaders @hereghostslive @heartstringsduet

Little bit more from the This Infinite Love continuation ❤️

He reaches for one of the glasses that’s perched on the edge of the tub and brings it to TK’s mouth so he can take a sip. He giggles when the bubbles tickle his nose, that soft, high-pitched little laugh he lets out when he’s feeling extra loved and a little vulnerable. Carlos thinks it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard.

TK Strand, his love, his anchor, his soulmate. The man he met under a raging storm cloud one random night in the midst of a tedious Austin autumn, who easily stole his heart with his green eyes and his air of aloofness.

He knows TK was broken hearted when they met, that he felt broken and unlovable, but to Carlos he was…

“The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Carlos,” TK scoffs coyly.

“It’s true. I’ve never loved anything the way I love you. Or any person, or animal… or sandwich.”

“Sandwich?” TK laughs.

“I love sandwiches.”

“I know you do,” he says through his giggles.

His laughs, his sighs, his moans. They all make up Carlos’s favorite song, one he’ll be dancing to all night long til forever.

“I love you,” he whispers into TK’s hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I thank God for you every day, for our family.”

“I love you too,” TK says, voice going quiet in the way it does when he’s feeling emotional. “There’s nobody else I’d rather do this with, you know?”

He runs a hand down Carlos's forearm to find his hand so he can link their fingers together before he continues. “Nobody else I’d rather make a family with. Or go to Christmas recitals with, tag-team bedtime stories with–”

“You do the best voices,” Carlos quips and TK laughs.

“We both know that’s not true.” TK brings their joined hands to his mouth so he can kiss Carlos’s wedding ring.

Tagging @henrygrass @laelipoo @futures-tense @chicgeekgirl89 @ladytessa74 @everlastingday @iboatedhere @alrightbuckaroo @tellmegoodbye @ironheartwriter @literateowl @orchidscript @the-126-family @firstprince-history-huh @eclectic-sassycoweyes @emsprovisions @captain-gillian @welcometololaland @basilsunrise @lightningboltreader @liminalmemories21 @freneticfloetry @sapphic--kiwi @herefortarlos @filet-o-feelings @tinyluminaryzombie @kiwichaeng @guardian-angle22 @rmd-writes @reyesstrand @never-blooms @decafdino @certifiedflower @irispurpurea @rangersoup and OPEN TAG 🏷️

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Thanks @annoyingcloudearthquake for tagging me! Edit: also thank you to @nisbanisba and @lemonlyman-dotcom who tagged me after I already posted 😂

Here’s a little blurb from my current WIP Turn and Burn:

TK rolls over in bed and reaches for Carlos, still half asleep, but his hand finds nothing but cold empty sheets. He groans and sits up in bed, flipping on the lamp sitting on the bedside table. It illuminates the room and the empty space in the bed next to him. The lamp isn’t the only thing bringing light into the room, there's a soft orange glow creeping through under the crack in the door. TK sighs and climbs out of bed to go retrieve his husband.

He finds his husband sitting on the couch, his legs crossed under him. There’s several papers strewn on the couch next to him. He has his glasses on and is looking through an old shoe box sitting in his lap. He looks up as TK makes his way across the room towards him.

“Did I wake you up?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper.

“No,” TK shakes his head moving aside the papers and pictures to make room for himself on the couch next to Carlos. “I just woke up and didn’t know where you went.”

“Sorry,” Carlos mumbles, letting his shoulders slump.

“It’s okay,” TK says gently, and nestles onto the couch with him. He wraps himself around Carlos’s arm and leans his head against his shoulder. Carlos looks back down at the box in his lap.

“Is that you and Roja?” TK asks, reaching up to fiddle with Carlos’s curls, as he peaks over his shoulder at the picture he’s holding in his hands.

“Yeah,” Carlos says reverently, and hands the picture to TK.

TK finds himself looking at a much younger Carlos clinging to the back of the fiery red horse he’d seen earlier that day. They’re twisting around a blue and white barrel. There’s a shit eating grin on Carlos’s face, and he’s not sure if he’s ever seen a horse look so happy. It almost looks like she’s smiling. It’s a perfect moment frozen forever in time.

“You never told me you used to barrel race,” TK says, handing the picture back to him.

“It never really came up,” Carlos says with a little shrug, and returns the picture to the box. “And it was a long time ago.”

Tagging: @reyesstrand @hail-hawk-eye @strandnreyes @carlos-in-glasses @ironheartwriter @futures-tense @paperstorm @thisbuildinghasfeelings @mrs-corrections-78 and anyone else who wants to join in!!

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early homo sapiens b like help i cant stop making bowls . help i cant stop domesticating plants and animals. help i cant stop developing language and architecture and religion

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Am I getting a good grade in tumblr mutual?

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Carlos 'I hate sleeping in' Reyes 9-1-1 : LONE STAR: 4x12 'Swipe Left' I 5x08 'The Quiet Ones'

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WIP WEDNESDAY

“I missed this.” TK whispers, softly spoken words just for the two of them. Carlos turns his head, looking at the other man with fond eyes and a warm heart. “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” he hums before continuing, “we used to do this kind of thing all of the time. Then, the divorce came along and I almost forgot what it was like to see you in your element.”

Carlos knows exactly what he means, but hearing him actually say it makes Carlos’ head feel dizzy and his stomach turn. He supposes that is what it feels like when you’re falling back in love with someone.

thanks for the tags!! @whatsintheboxmh @bonheur-cafe @strandnreyes @thisbuildinghasfeelings @carlos-in-glasses @paperstorm

no pressure tags! @heartstringsduet @goodways @lightningboltreader @reyesstrand @alrightbuckaroo @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @liminalmemories21 @orchidscript @three-drink-amy @honeybee-taskforce @theghostofashton @pimento-playing-hopscotch @herefortarlos @sapphic--kiwi @emsprovisions @ironheartwriter @tellmegoodbye @the-126-family @captain-gillian @butchreyes @chicgeekgirl89 @eclectic-sassycoweyes @lemonlyman-dotcom @freneticfloetry @never-blooms @bonheur-cafe @decafdingo @corsage @nisbanisba @henrygrass @nancys-braids @irispurpurea @everlastingday @carlos-tk @pameluke @orchidscript @literateowl + open tag

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It's Wednesday my dudes. Here is a bit more from the End of the World!au sequel—

Carlos lets TK have his way, let's him kiss a trail from his lips to his navel, lingering just a second at his heart to leave just a bit more love there. Lets him leave red marks into the already scarred remnants of his skin.

TK had always loved his body like this, even before when they didn't yet know how important it was to savour every tangible and intangible thing that was precious to them and how tightly to hold on to it.

When they could just take and take and give and give, not worrying even for just a moment about what remained of them when there was nothing left at the end of it. When pleasure didn't feel like a raindrop in a desert or a granule of sugar after months of starvation. When their stomachs were just as full as their hearts and they didn't have to ration what was left of themselves when it took everything in them to survive.

There's something about this that feels different now in this postscript to the after, as TK breathes Carlos in, taking care in-between ravashing his skin to soothe the discoloured road rash scars all along his ribcage from the injury that almost took his life all those months ago. There's something not as desperate as TK worships his body and this moment, like he's chasing something more than time as his breathing picks up, running his deft fingers down Carlos’ sides as his tongue replaces his lips at the raw skin of his nipple.

Open tag! And tags and thanks under the cut 💜

Thank you for tagging me @annoyingcloudearthquake @thisbuildinghasfeelings @carlos-in-glasses

@paperstorm and @strandnreyes

Tagging: @alrightbuckaroo @lemonlyman-dotcom @herefortarlos @lightningboltreader

@literateowl @nancys-braids @captain-gillian @ladytessa74

@hereghostslive @laelipoo @reyesstrand @everlastingday @nisbanisba

@henrygrass @theghostofashton @tellmegoodbye @emsprovisions

@carlossreaders @liminalmemories21 @never-blooms @chicgeekgirl89 and @freneticfloetry

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(I'm so sorry if this posts twice, I had it queued but tumblr seems to have eaten it) Thanks for the tags @annoyingcloudearthquake @rangersoup @thisbuildinghasfeelings and @carlos-in-glasses! Here is a snippet from Somewhere in a Song, chapter posting tomorrow :)

It takes Carlos a moment, as he steps into the main part of the theater from a side entrance, to notice he isn’t alone. TK is sitting at the edge of the stage in the middle, with his legs hanging over the sides, purple Converse on his feet and black jeans despite the summer heat outside.

“Oh,” Carlos says in surprise, from yards away where he’s standing in the aisle between rows of red velvet chairs.

“Hey.” TK nods at him in greeting. His hands are tucked underneath his thighs and Carlos looks around quickly, wondering if TK’s bandmates are here as well. He thought he spotted Marjan back in the lobby of the hotel, but now he’s wondering if it wasn’t her. He only saw the woman from the back.

“Where’s the rest of your crew?” TK asks, echoing the question Carlos hadn’t gotten around to asking.

“Back at the hotel. Relaxing.”

TK nods again.

“What are you doing here?”

Raising an eyebrow, TK combatively asks, “What are you doing here?”

Carlos bites back a sigh.

Before he can reply, TK gives him an answer. “We’ve never been at this venue before. The last time we were here, we played some rinky-dink place across town.”

Their eyes meet and their gaze holds for a long moment. Carlos steps forward, walking further toward the stage. He climbs the five steps up the side of it and turns so he can take in the seemingly endless rows of seating from the vantage point he’ll have tonight when they perform on this stage.

“I like to get to know a place before I play it,” TK continues with a casual shrug. He looks around, leaning back on his hands and head tipping back to look up at the high vaulted ceiling, intricately painted in gold and red and orange. “Especially these old historical theaters. Get a feel for the bones of it, a feel for …”

He trails off and Carlos finds himself desperately curious to hear the end of the sentence, because it sounds so much like exactly what he was doing five minutes ago. TK looks over at him, and then quickly looks away.

“Never mind,” he says, with a laugh and a roll of his eyes. “Did you want the stage for something? I can head out.”

“A feel for what?” Carlos asks.

TK licks his lips. He’s wearing glittery earrings today and they sparkle in the overhead lights. His head turns again, blinking at Carlos, green eyes searching his face. Whatever he’s looking for, he must find, because softly he says, “For the artists who were here before me. Jazz bands or opera singers or – I don’t know, fucking … tap dancers.”

Carlos chuckles and watches as just a glimmer of a smile changes the shape of TK’s face before he’s gazing back out into the empty auditorium.

“Maybe it’s stupid,” TK says with a shrug. There’s an edge to his voice that suggests he’s daring Carlos to make fun of him and see what happens. “But I like to think everyone who gets to perform in a place like this leaves a mark on it. Like they’re all still here, somehow, and after tonight we’ll be here too, cheering on the next act that comes through.”

“It’s not stupid.”

Silence settles between them for another moment, and then TK asks, “So, what are you doing here?”

“Same thing, basically,” Carlos tells him honestly.

TK looks at him, and again Carlos feels as if he’s being x-rayed by those clear green eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah. That’s what music can do, right? Make you feel like you’re part of something bigger than yourself. Bigger than just a song or a show or a moment in time.”

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@bonheur-cafe @actual-sleeping-beauty @herefortarlos @heartstringsduet @alrightbuckaroo

@goodways @lightningboltreader @emsprovisions @freneticfloetry @liminalmemories21

@reasonandfaithinharmony @ladytessa74 @never-blooms @sanjuwrites @orchidscript

@lemonlyman-dotcom @jesuisici33 @kiwichaeng @honeybee-taskforce @hereghostslive

@just-inside-her @firstprince-history-huh @captain-gillian @tellmegoodbye @ironheartwriter

@butchreyes @anactualcaseofthetruth @ditheringmind @thisbuildinghasfeelings @whatsintheboxmh

@irispurpurea @nisbanisba @corsage @chicgeekgirl89 @nancys-braids

@carlossreaders @denizoid @everlastingday

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Thank you for the tag @annoyingcloudearthquake and @rangersoup and @thisbuildinghasfeelings🧡���🧡🧡

In honour of snow being forecast in London later, I would like to present a Work is Published Wednesday snippet from my winter smut fic, You Can Leave Your Hat On, featuring a sentence that frankly I should win some sort of mathematician prize for. ❄️

He’d never sent such a dirty text in his life, so paced around his bedroom nervously for half an hour after and wondered if he’d gone too far. When his phone finally buzzed, he didn’t want to look at it. But as he dared to peer through wincing eyes, the reply tightened his balls.

“Carlos. I had to sneak out of my bunk and go jerk off in the bathroom.”

Knowing TK had masturbated to the idea of Carlos masturbating at the idea of him masturbating made Carlos masturbate a second time to the idea of TK masturbating at the idea of Carlos masturbating at the idea of him masturbating. He told TK that he’d got so stirred up he had to make himself come again.

(Also please enjoy the Tom Jones version of the song the title is from, which I will now have in my head for the rest of the day and most of tomorrow probably).

Open tag and tags below!:

@paperstorm @thisbuildinghasfeelings @goodways

@bonheur-cafe @lightningboltreader @strandnreyes

@reyesstrand @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @alrightbuckaroo

@welcometololaland @rmd-writes @liminalmemories21

@lemonlyman-dotcom @ladytessa74 @freneticfloetry

@theghostofashton @sugdenlovesdingle @chicgeekgirl89

@mikibwrites @hereghostslive @herefortarlos @heartstringsduet

@nancys-braids @captain-gillian @nisbanisba @emsprovisions

@sapphic--kiwi @tellmegoodbye @ironheartwriter

@whatsintheboxmh @henrygrass @futures-tense

@everlastingday @butch-buckley @literateowl

@butchreyes @carlossreaders @kiwichaeng

@eclectic-sassycoweyes @pimento-playing-hopscotch @carlos-tk - If you want to share/haven't already! No pressure ever! ❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜

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Thank you for tagging me @annoyingcloudearthquake and @rangersoup!

I'm still slowly but surely making my way through my big season 5 project! I think this is definitely going to turn out to be my most time-consuming cross stitch to date!

I'm currently working on 5x05, so here's the progress on that one:

OPEN TAG and

No pressure tagging

@lemonlyman-dotcom @carlos-in-glasses @ladytessa74 @alrightbuckaroo @everlastingday

@welcometololaland @rmd-writes @laelipoo @lightningboltreader @carlossreaders

@bonheur-cafe @nancys-braids @captain-gillian @the-126-family @hereghostslive

@fitzherbertssmolder @whatsintheboxmh @goodways @reyesstrand @reasonandfaithinharmony

@literateowl @doublel27 @herefortarlos @chicgeekgirl89 @tellmegoodbye

@emsprovisions @ironheartwriter @carlos-tk @pimento-playing-hopscotch @heartstringsduet

@paperstorm @henrygrass @strandnreyes @nisbanisba @guardian-angle22

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Work Is Published Wednesday

Happy Wednesday! Have some art for this time around!

This one was for and based off of @the-126-family’s headcanons of Paul having two cats named Sherlock and Waston and then Asha having one named Arthur! They’re super sweet and their headcanons are awesome too!!

This piece was for and based off of @shes-an-oddbird’s fic “It’s Not So Weird Afterall” It is such an amazing Nanteo fic and it shows all the little moments the show skipped over and how the twos relationship grew! Honestly yall need to check out all of their fics, they’re amazing especially if you like nanteo

No pressure tagging @lemonlyman-dotcom @shes-an-oddbird @vulcanmourns @whatsintheboxmh @she-walked-away @ladytessa74 @thisbuildinghasfeelings @bonheur-cafe @lonestardust @everlastingday @rangersoup @paperstorm @chicgeekgirl89 @nisbanisba @tailoredshirt @firstprince-history-huh @heartstringsduet @carlos-in-glasses @doublel27