#emsprovisions

[emsprovisions]

I designed a toh half sleeve tattoo! This show means the world to me, and I really hope to get this tattoo one day! (Please do not trace or repost, thanks!)

[frostedpuffs]

I’m so excited for your zutara fic pls pls tell me anything about it :)

🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

katara's compassion for helping those in need + one sick, injured, angry prince wandering the earth kingdom alone = book 2 canon divergence au where the memory of katara's kindness makes the crystal caverns scene go a lil differently

wip ask game for writers

[sapphic--kiwi]

Trick or treat!! 🎃

welcome welcome! 🎃 here is your treat 🧡💜

[mentalmeles]

Trick or treat!! ☺️🎃

Here you go! Enjoy!

[secretly-of-course]

🍫 cheese or chocolate?

🍪 if you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🥤what’s your go to Starbucks (or any cafe) order?

🔮 dream job?

💕💕 love ya Amanda! 🥰

Hi Emily! love you too and for the ask <3

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

Chocolate 100%

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

I would like to be one of those shortbread cookies with the raspberry jam in the center they're so yummy

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks (or any cafe) order?

laughing because every coffee place I visit I have a different go to. Starbucks in particular my summer go-to is an iced passion tea lemonade and my winter one is a hot choccy :9

🔮 What’s your dream job?

full time girl blogger /hj

ask game

[emsprovisions]

Thank you for the tag Athena!! I didn't have a chance to post yesterday but here we go!

Wips:

Refrigerator dancing

Hunter is homophobic

dads date night

Lumity

human realm shenanigans

Snippet from refrigerator dancing:

Their feelings had come to a screeching, screaming, impossible-to-ignore impasse in the past few months and, although they were still young—both seventeen—they decided to try it and make it work. Matt had pointed out that not much would even change anyways. Especially since they already spent almost all of their free time together. Gus had still been unsure at first, but now that the feelings were out in the air, Matt became so intoxicating to him. He felt dizzy and insane, like his body was full of static, anytime he was around Matt. He finally kissed him and that was that. He was done for, a goner for this stupidly impossible boy who had once fought him for H.A.S. presidency. Whose room was covered in posters for Blademage and obscure bands. Who’d sacrificed his weekends to help out a kooky old man out in the forest with him. Who had bravely done his best to protect his school, even when he felt like he’d lost everything when he stopped hearing from Gus and Steve.��

I won't tag anyone since it's now Thursday, but feel free to consider this a tag if you wanna participate!

wip wednesday!

tagged by my beloved @el-fandom-birb

Rules:

in a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached) post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days.

We're posting progress here. If you haven't made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you've posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That's it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

wips (lucky for u all i have started organizing my wip titles):

coffee shop au (avatrice)

that’s what you get (when you let your heart win) (ronance)

wenclair oneshot

byler oneshot

today was a fairytale (chapter three) (huntlow)

snippet from today was a fairytale (chapter three) (huntlow):

He’s so much different than she thought he’d be. He’s not a jerk, maybe a little close-minded, but not mean. Maybe a stickler for the rules, but not dangerous. She knows she shouldn’t be getting too close. Willow has a job to do after all.  But he’s so cute and fun and endearing. It’s honestly not fair. His world is so much different than hers, but Willow can feel herself getting sucked into his orbit.  Into easy routines and stressless days. (But it reminds her of before, of Amity. It’s that reminder that keeps her grounded, that reminds her of her mission.  Reminds her not to get too close.)

tagging (some of) my wonderful writer friends! @smokestarrules @chaoticnerdsstuff @presidentroarie @fairytales-and-folklore @eurydiceslove @secretly-of-course @discogirlirl @nobodywhoishere @haystarlight @fluorescent-star-stickers-lights @evil-gay-person@ anyone else who wants to/i forgot!

[herefortarlos]

Happy happy birthday, Desi!!! 🥳🥳🥳

Ahhhh, thank you, Emily 🥰!! This such a perfect gif to celebrate and no overly sized, weirdly decorated cakes as far as the eye can see 😂 Thank you so much!!!

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

This Infinite Love

~Fic Fully Posted~

Hello! It is my honor and pleasure to kick off this year’s @tarlos-santa Secret Santa Event!! I’ve got a seven chapter fic for my giftee @emsprovisions, so I’ll be posting a chapter a day til Friday. Seven Days of Tarlos Christmas & Hanukkah joy! Note for Em: I hope you enjoy this one! I tried to incorporate all the soft holiday feels you wanted 🎁

T | 30k | Canon Compliant

Three years after adopting TK’s little brother, the Strand Reyes family has settled into a happy life. But when Jonah gets sick and is devastated to miss his big class Christmas party, his extended family rallies together to throw him a holiday party he’ll never forget. Join Carlos, TK & Jonah as they celebrate the holidays, reflect on the life they’ve built as a family and navigate some big life decisions along the way.

Chapter One: Baby, This Love I Have | Chapter Two: Love Is��� | Chapter Three: LOVE. | Chapter Four: Melody of Love | Chapter Five: Get Down (With My Love) | Chapter Six: Sunshine of Your Love | Chapter Seven: The Sun Will Never Set on Our Love

Infinite thanks to @tarlos-santa for organizing and for allowing me to kick off the event! And to @bonheur-cafe for being an amazing beta! Thanks to the people who have encouraged me, let me bounce ideas off them, answered questions like what is the hot snack amongst the first graders and what Pokémon game Nancy and Mateo would play with a bunch of six year olds: @chicgeekgirl89 @shes-an-oddbird @carlos-in-glasses @guardian-angle22 @thisbuildinghasfeelings @laelipoo 💕

🎧 Playlist here!

Read on ao3

[whatsintheboxmh]

Commission for Mar @eclectic-sassycoweyes♡ Thank you!

In honor of Emily @emsprovisions graduating, Mar wrote the cutest story and even commissioned me to create an artwork to go with it!

It’s all about Carlos, whose guilty pleasure is cliché gay romances, falling for librarian TK♡

Hope you enjoy it along with Mar's sweet little story!

[paperstorm]

Musician AU. Country singer!Carlos and Rockstar!TK. Enemies to Friends to Lovers. 15 chapters. First chapter posting tomorrow.

A snippet for WIP Wednesday:

TK sniffs and takes another sip, swallowing again before he looks back up and says, “Did Billy talk to you guys?”

“We said we’d talk to you first,” Nancy says. “If heading out on the road right now is too much, we won’t do it.”

TK wants to point out that it doesn’t seem like they have much choice in the matter. He wants to repeat some of the things he’d read in headlines on Billy’s computer. He wants to tell his band – his family – that he’ll never let them down again as long as he lives, and this rescheduled tour is his first step in proving it to them, whether he’s emotionally ready for it or not.

He doesn’t say any of those things. Instead, he grins at them and says, “Two hometown shows to start? Maybe a European leg if our fans haven’t completely ditched us? Sounds fun.”

“Are you sure?” Marjan asks.

“Hell yeah,” TK tells her. He’s not completely positive he means it, but he wants to mean it, and he figures that’s almost the same thing.

“Did Billy tell you about – ” Paul begins, and TK interrupts as he remembers.

“Oh my God, the country bumpkin that’s gonna open for us?”

“I don’t think he’s a bumpkin,” Marjan laughs. “I listened to a bunch of his songs, they’re good.”

“Not exactly similar to our sound.” Nancy smirks. “He’s hot, though. I went down a YouTube rabbit hole and it’s possible I’m in love. With him and his bass player, she’s hot, too.”

“They’re family friendly,” TK says, sinking back against the cushions. “Apparently that’s what the label wants, since I’m a liability, now.”

“Maybe it’ll be good, his fans will come and maybe like our music, too.”

“Are we gonna have to like … tone it down, though?” Nancy asks with her nose wrinkled. “Did Billy give you more info on what the label said?”

Rolling his eyes, TK asserts, “If he thinks we’re gonna stop being us on stage, he’s got another thing coming.”

“I know the two of you are not going to throw a wrench in this whole thing just because you won’t get to grind all nasty on stage anymore,” Paul tells them, eyes travelling back and forth between TK and Nancy and shaking his head fondly.

“Nobody even said anything about that, did they?” Marjan asks, and TK shakes his head. “Okay, so stop freaking out. Nobody’s saying we can’t be us. The fans are gonna show up to see our show, like they always do. Reyes and his band will just also attract a bunch of new faces. I don’t really see any downsides.”

“I guess,” TK concedes, understanding that on paper, she isn’t wrong. He still shares a look with Nancy overtop of Paul’s head, and can’t say he’s feeling any more certain about this than he was the other day when Billy informed him of it.

Tagging @theghostofashton @birdclowns @reyesstrand @strandnreyes @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

@carlos-in-glasses @actual-sleeping-beauty @thisbuildinghasfeelings @herefortarlos @heartstringsduet

@goodways @alrightbuckaroo @lightningboltreader @freneticfloetry

@liminalmemories21 @nancys-braids @whatsintheboxmh @bonheur-cafe

@reasonandfaithinharmony @thebumblecee @never-blooms @lemonlyman-dotcom

@sanjuwrites @orchidscript @jesuisici33 @kiwichaeng @honeybee-taskforce

@fifthrideroftheapocalypse @butchreyes @just-inside-her @firstprince-history-huh @captain-gillian

@tellmegoodbye @anactualcaseofthetruth @ironheartwriter @eclectic-sassycoweyes @ditheringmind

@emsprovisions @irispurpurea @nisbanisba @corsage @chicgeekgirl89

@carlossreaders @ladytessa74

Want to be added or removed from the list? Lmk

[strandnreyes]

thanks @ironheartwriter @henrygrass @whatsintheboxmh !!

this is the evil fic. I blame everyone here on tumblr dot com for this. you are all instigators.

TK ducks his head. He pokes his socked toe into the floor as he allows himself to think of Carlos. He doesn’t do it often. He doesn’t allow himself to think or talk about the man who still owns his heart in an attempt to act like he’s moved on. Fake it ‘til you make it, right? But now the topic has already been brought up, and TK wants to talk about him for hours.

He wants to ask his dad if he’s heard anything. He wants to talk about Carlos’ shirts he has in his drawer and the pen he just used with the APD logo that traveled from a junk drawer to his work bag a million years ago. He wants to say that the Rangers were just on TV and no, not Carlos’ division, but it reminded TK of him. It reminded him of the first day TK helped him get dressed into that uniform and it reminded him of how it made TK’s heart flutter when Carlos would remove his hat to kiss him.

He doesn’t say all that though.

“He lives in Houston. Did I ever tell you that?”

“No, you didn’t,” Owen answers him. “I figured he may have moved considering…”

TK frowns. “What?” he prods.

“No one else at the firehouse sees him either. They were his friends too.”

Guilt courses through TK. He knows he’s not the reason Carlos moved, but he’s not not the reason either. “Yeah,” TK mutters. ”I ran into Andrea a few months ago. She told me.”

He ran into her at the grocery store. It was awkward and then it was anything but. She was still Andrea—sweet, loving, motherly. TK felt like part of the family again, even for those five minutes in the pasta aisle.

tagging those who showed interest on the post @paperstorm @reyesstrand @lightningboltreader @freneticfloetry @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @alrightbuckaroo @eclectic-sassycoweyes @she-walked-away @queen-saltyfries @tellmegoodbye @goldenskykaysani @lutavero @itsrandomnobody7 @heartstringsduet

as well as @basilsunrise @bonheur-cafe @butchreyes @chicgeekgirl89 @carlos-in-glasses @carlos-tk @liminalmemories21 @orchidscript @theghostofashton @emsprovisions to share something !

[emsprovisions]

The Substitute

I couldn't get this cozy idea out of my head and I wouldn't even have this little story if not for @ironheartwriter and I cooking it up last night. So Lana, this one's for you 💕

Carlos hates shifts that run opposite of TK’s. He hates shifts that run late into the night and keep him away from his husband even more. 

Carlos knows TK hates sleeping alone, that even when he tries to fall asleep, he doesn’t sleep well until Carlos can crawl into bed beside him. Carlos understands it. He’s always all too aware of when his husband is absent from their bed. He’ll reach for TK across the mattress in his sleep and wake up when his hands don’t register with anything. He’ll remember TK’s on a 24 hour shift if he’s not home, or he’ll get up and drag him back to bed if he’s having a late night snack.

Tonight though, Carlos is expecting the routine welcome he normally gets when he comes home in the middle of the night. TK blinking as he sits up from the blanket cocoon he made as he tried to wait up on the couch, or TK’s sleepy voice calling for him from their room, or even the sight of TK alert at the island barstool, eating leftovers and scrolling through his phone. 

Carlos is greeted by none of these things. 

In fact, the loft is silent and–save for the kitchen light–dark. 

Huh, Carlos thinks, because it’s strange for TK to not leave most of the lights on for Carlos. He sees TK’s set of keys in the bowl when he drops his own set in, and he knows he saw TK’s car when Carlos parked his own beside it. 

Carlos quietly toes off his shoes and shrugs out of his jacket, setting his things down behind the couch before creeping towards the open doors of their bedroom. 

There’s a large and dark lump on his side of the bed. Frankly, the lump is too large to be TK alone. Carlos quirks a brow at the sight, his mouth drawing into a pinched line. He knows the path to the closet even in the dark, and flips on the switch, letting a soft light spill out into the bedroom and cast over the sleeping face of TK and his companion. 

And whatever annoyance Carlos momentarily feels gives way to complete awe at the sight of TK actually peacefully sleeping while snuggled up with their dog, an Australian Shepherd named Lizzie. 

They adopted her about a month ago, after Carlos took TK on a date to the Humane Society with the promise of “we don’t have to find the one today.” He was wrong of course, which he probably should have known, given his husband’s love of strays. But one look at the good-mannered and sweet-natured Australian Shepherd in the kennel, with her bright blue eyes, and her brown and white fluffy coat, and they were both goners. 

Lizzie has been a great addition to their home. She’s curious when she spots Lou II through the glass of his enclosure, nose sniffing as he scuttles up to the front to inspect her too. She goes to the firehouse with TK on most of his shifts and gets her fill of socialization by being doted on by the 126. And although there is a very strict vacuuming routine to keep the shedding at bay now, Carlos would not trade the happiness she provides them with for the world. Carlos has fulfilled his wish of having a pet to pet, and TK has fulfilled his wish of wanting a dog since he was a kid. 

She’s also definitely way more protective of TK. He often finds her laying on top of him or near him if he’s not beside TK himself. This is probably why he finds her curled up against TK’s chest in bed now. Carlos had set a firm rule that he doesn’t want Lizzie sleeping in their bed, but honestly, if her presence can soothe TK enough that he can actually fall asleep without Carlos, he’s more than okay with dropping that rule. Plus the sight of them really is the cutest thing Carlos has ever seen, and he’s very tempted to pull out his phone and take a picture if he knew it wouldn’t set off the flash.

Carlos quickly strips out of his jeans and button up, trading them for sleep shorts and a t-shirt before heading for the bathroom to brush his teeth. He rushes through the routine, in a hurry to go climb into his warm bed and hold his husband, so he can take over his duties from the dog. 

Carlos sits down beside TK’s hip, reaching forward to brush his fingers through TK’s hair. Lizzie lifts her sleepy head and regards Carlos with a lick to his arm and a yawn, before tucking back in. 

“TK,” Carlos whispers, continuing to brush TK’s hair back. “Baby.”

TK stirs. Carlos hates waking him but he needs TK to shift over so he can crawl in behind him. 

“Baby, I need you to move over so I can get in bed.”

TK’s eyes blink open and he catches sight of Carlos leaning over him. His face immediately breaks into a big smile.

“There you are,” Carlos fondly murmurs, hand running down to cup TK’s cheek.

“Hi baby,” TK whispers back, his voice thick and sleepy. “Sorry Lizzie’s in the bed. I was lonely.”

“I know, baby, it’s okay. I’m glad she helped you sleep.” He leans down to press a kiss to TK’s forehead, and before he can pull away, TK wraps his arm around Carlos’s waist to keep him tugged close for a kiss. Carlos has an awkward arm braced over the other side of Lizzie so he doesn't topple all of his weight on top of TK, and he laughs as TK holds him in place. “You have to let me get in bed, babe.” 

“I’ve got you where I want you,” TK says back, his voice muffled where he’s buried his face against Carlos’s neck. 

“Babe, come on,” Carlos laughs. 

At this point, there is too much noise and too much movement on the mattress for Lizzie to stay comfortable where she’s laying against TK. With a targeted huff, she stands up and moves towards the foot of the bed, throwing a glare back at her dads as she completes a few circles and rolls herself into a tight ball, nose tucked aggressively under her tail.

They both begin to laugh harder at the sight of their annoyed dog and then TK does finally shift over, closer to his own side of the bed, to allow Carlos some space to move in beside him. He rolls into Carlos’s arms, nose tucked in against his chest, all warm, soft, and heavy from sleep, and Carlos can’t help the kiss he presses into TK’s hair.

“Lizzie’s good, but she’s not a Carlos substitute,” TK sighs happily, nuzzling his face against Carlos’s neck. 

“I’m glad I’ve not been replaced, then,” Carlos chuckles.

TK looks up at him with a smile in the dark, before pulling him down for a goodnight kiss. 

“Never.”

[alrightbuckaroo]

sidewalk chalk, covered in snow

a short little story dedicated to @emsprovisions for gifting us with so much holiday joy this month

TK didn’t think it would be possible. Hell, if you asked him ten years ago, he would have told you it shouldn’t be possible. Though, somehow, it is.

He’s happy. He’s 30, he’s married to the love of his life, he’s raising a child who will always know the warmth of a hug, and he’s happy.

He’s staring out the window of his home, one hand curled around the handle of his red mug. Carlos and Jonah are currently on their driveway, creating snowflakes on the ashen ground with pale blue chalk. Monday ushered in a flurry of flakes, but they’ve been intermittent since.

Jonah was missing the snow, so Carlos thought he’d try to give him the next best thing. Carlos’ chestnut curls are concealed by an olive green beanie, russet tendrils spooling underneath. He looks like everything TK’s ever wished for.

Jonah’s cherubic face is looking up at Carlos with a gap toothed smile, staring through shaggy strands of brunette hair. He giggles at something Carlos says and it makes his eyes crinkle, reminding TK of his mother; their mother.

Carlos looks up at him, his nose red and lips flustered. He smiles and TK grins back, happy.

Eventually, TK joins them outside. He lets the brisk, winter chill cocoon him as he wraps his scarf around his neck, planting a chaste kiss on his husband’s lips before joining his little brother on the concrete.

He guides Jonah’s hand as he shows him how to draw the Star of David, his heart swelling at the way his hand eclipses Jonah’s tiny one. After, Jonah utters out, “Mom,” and TK can’t help but think of the Star of David charm Gwyn wore like a birthmark. It’s in all of her pictures.

He presses a kiss to the crown of Jonah’s head before agreeing, “Mom.”

Slowly, snow starts to fall and they decide to break for hot chocolate. Well, TK and Carlos decide to break for hot chocolate. Jonah’s fast asleep in Carlos’ arms as they walk back into the house.

As he waits for the water to boil, TK takes another glance outside. Flakes are still freely floating to the ground, and ultimately they’ll cover everything in sight, covering the chalk. Eventually, it’ll melt, and all that’ll be left will be an expanse of just grey; much like he was when he first moved to Austin.

Then, Carlos and Jonah will go back outside and add more color to it; and they’ll be happy.

[sapphic--kiwi]

TRICK OR TREAT!!!

happy halloween em!! here is your treat :3 a webkinz candy pup 🐶🍬

[henrygrass]

(Pretend it's Seven) Sentence Sunday

I have been thinking about Andrea a lot this past week. So, here's a short scene with her! Thank you for the tags @ironheartwriter @nisbanisba

“Okay, mi amor,” Andrea says, scooping the avocado into a bowl. “Now we need some lime juice to bring out the flavor.” 

She glances over at Jonah, who is standing on a sturdy step stool beside her, peering over the counter. His bright yellow apron, which is just a bit too big for him, is splattered with a few drops of tomato that Jonah chopped with his plastic knife. 

Smiling, she hands him a small lime, already cut in half. “Can you squeeze this for me?”

“Yes, abuela!” he squeals, his face lighting up. 

Jonah hovers his hand over the bowl and squeezes with all his might, his face scrunching up and his tongue peeking out. 

“¡Muy bien!” she says, leaning down to kiss him on the head. She adds a pinch of salt and hands Jonah a wooden spoon. “Do you want to help me stir?” 

He nods and reaches for the spoon, his little fingers gripping it tightly. Andrea wraps her hand around Jonah’s, gently guiding him. 

Jonah’s low hum fills the kitchen as they mash and mix the ingredients together—a tune Andrea recognizes: the same one she and Carlos would hum when he was little and they cooked together often. 

From the garden, she hears Carlos’ booming voice: “TK, don’t!”. 

She moves the curtain aside with her hand just in time to witness TK spray Carlos with the water hose before darting in the opposite direction, with Carlos chasing after him. 

Chuckling, she reaches for the cilantro, joining Jonah in his humming.

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[secretly-of-course]

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