#firstprince-history-huh asks

[herefortarlos]

IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!!

🎂🧁🍰🍦

Ahhh, it is, thank you so much for this, sweetie!! Also, I want you to know how much I appreciate your late night reblogs (late for my NY time at least), because they always ensure I didn't miss anything throughout the day, especially people's wips! 🥰

[welcometololaland]

LOLA! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FELLOW CANCERIAN!!!! 🦀🦀🦀🦀🍰🎂🧁🍫🎈 🥳🥂🍾

Here are some (tarlos) hugs & (firstprince) kisses for you!!!!!

SCREAM DITI!!! IT'S CANCER SEASON!!! CRABS UNITE!!!

i'm extending my pincer to you for a pincer-hold (like a hand hold but for crabs, roll with me here). love your emoji and gif selection, completely on point as usual.

💜💜💜💜💜

[chaotictarlos]

Tarlos as soulmates for the 911 Lone Star popular/unpopular opinion thingy!

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

There is no other pairing on this planet that are more soulmates than Tarlos.

Send me an unpopular or popular 911 Lone Star opinions and I'll rate them (and maybe add my own thoughts)

[lire-casander]

*hugs you real tight* would you please send this to the first ten people on your dash? make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe! ❤

[sheisraging]

Happy Birthday Rae! Hope you have a good one!

🎂🎂🍰🍰

Thank you!!!!

[marjansmarwani]

Happy Birthday Jillian! Hope you have a good one! 🍰🎂

Thank you! So far I’ve survived my work day, so it’s looking good 💜

[tkstrandreyes]

*hugs you real tight* would you please send this to the first ten people on your dash? make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe! ❤

Awww thank you so much!!

[paperstorm]

thanks for the tags @heartstringsduet @strandnreyes @orchidscript @lemonlyman-dotcom @corsage @bonheur-cafe @nisbanisba @carlos-in-glasses and @reyesstrand!

“Coffee’s code for sex, right?” Paul asks, and Marjan covers her mouth.

“Coffee is definitely code for sex,” Carlos agrees. “But we should be polite the next time we see them and pretend it wasn’t that obvious.”

“Ours is cardio,” TK pipes up. Three sets of brown eyes turn to him, and a half-hysterical giggle bubbles up from his throat at the instantly scandalized look on his boyfriend’s face. “What, it is!”

“We – we do not have a code word, ignore him,” Carlos splutters, while Paul glances back and forth between them, exaggeratedly delighted.

“Did you forget that time we were at your aunt and uncle’s place, and you were telling your cousin about how you were trying to find time to fit more cardio into your schedule while under the table your toes were up my pant leg?” TK reminds him. “‘Cause I haven’t.”

Marjan lets out a soft scream, muffled behind her hands, and rounds on Carlos. “In front of your family, Carlos?”

“One time doesn’t make it a code word! Oh my God. I’m never touching you again,” Carlos declares dramatically, pushing himself up off the couch while Paul laughs so hard he nearly falls to the floor.

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

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

@goodways @alrightbuckaroo @lightningboltreader @freneticfloetry

@liminalmemories21 @nancys-braids @lemonlyman-dotcom @whatsintheboxmh

@bonheur-cafe @reasonandfaithinharmony @thebumblecee @never-blooms

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

@fifthrideroftheapocalypse @fitzherbertssmolder @butchreyes @just-inside-her @firstprince-history-huh

@captain-gillian @tellmegoodbye @anactualcaseofthetruth @ironheartwriter @eclectic-sassycoweyes

@ditheringmind @emsprovisions

Want to be added or removed from the list? Lmk

[heartstringsduet]

Once again I mad eit a seven paragraphs sunday 😂 Been working on some prompts I asked for, so have a bit of one I'm still working on. Thanks for the tag @ironheartwriter

“Baby, you gotta be quiet okay?” Diego whispers in a voice so shaky TK barely recognizes it.

He’s always had the power to stay calm and collected, to the point where TK had wanted him to strip out of that control sometimes and allow himself to be more vulnerable.

Diego is vulnerable now as he cradles TK’s face. His right index finger has this callus in the lowest knuckle, his left hand has this long scar across the palm. He has this curved line between his brows, this dip between bottom lip and chin, the widest dark eyes he's ever been lost in. TK has gotten to know and treasure every inch of Diego’s skin for the past year and a half. It trembles against his now.

“I already called the cops but they’re six minutes out and--”

“The cops?” TK interrupts. His own voice is eerily calm, the first responder coming out as needed. He grasps Diego’s wrists. “Baby. Take a deep breath and explain to me what we’re hiding from. I can only help if you tell me what’s wrong.”

“I love you.” Diego kisses him, his lips harder than they ever been, but so insistent in how he repeatedly presses pecks on TK’s lips like he means to imprint each one. “I never lied about that. You have to believe me.”

Someone knocks on the door. OPEN TAG &

@honeybee-taskforce @theghostofashton @liminalmemories21 @henrygrass

@pameluke @carlos-in-glasses @paperstorm @lemonlyman-dotcom

@ladytessa74 @freneticfloetry @never-blooms @lightningboltreader

@carlossreaders @literateowl @orchidscript @decafdino

@alrightbuckaroo @strandnreyes @reyesstrand @corsage

@certifiedflower @firstprince-history-huh @eclectic-sassycoweyes

@tellmegoodbye @emsprovisions @sapphic--kiwi @kiwichaeng

@butchreyes @goodways @irispurpurea @everlastingday

@nisbanisba @chicgeekgirl89 @nancys-braids

@rmd-writes @welcometololaland @bonheur-cafe

[emmalostinwonderland]

CALLING ALL RED WHITE & ROYAL BLUE FAN CREATORS

IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN! Fandom Trumps Hate 2024 is kicking off with creator sign ups in just 2 weeks, and now I'm flying in to give you the details and encourage you to sign up and make a difference!

Now you may be thinking- what is Fandom Trumps Hate anyway?? I'm glad you asked!

'FTH is an online fanworks auction, designed to raise money for progressive nonprofit organizations that help and support marginalized people.' (more info from their FAQ here)

What this means is that you, the creator, will sign up to offer any type of digital fan offering you'd like, including:

fanfiction

fanart

podfic

edits/fanvids

fan labor (beta read, sensitivity reading, specialized expertise, etc)

Creator sign-ups are open from February 5th to February 19th (full calendar here)

But how will my little fanwork even make a positive impact on things?? Here are some facts for your consideration:

in 2023, FTH raised over $47k dollars for nonprofit orgs (and almost $240k in the 7 year total)

Red White & Royal Blue was brand new to FTH last year and came in tied for 4th place on the unlisted fandom rank along with 911 Lone Star, Overwatch, and The Owl House

On the 2023 Ao3 stats list, the Alex/Henry ship (FirstPrince) was also brand new to the list and came in #16 out of 100

This fandom is so young and so full of life and energy - we are history makers at our core! Let's put that to use and support some nonprofits with the fan work we already love doing. Truly I think our own Alex Claremont-Diaz said it best...

History, huh? Bet we could make some

[ironheartwriter]

Seven Sentence Sunday!

Happy Sunday, y'all! I'm finally back to writing, taking a bit of a break from my bigger WIPs to do some holiday prep. This is a peek at an upcoming unnamed au fic that I will have up sometime this holiday season.

Nancy rolls her eyes at TK, the sigh seeming to traverse her entire being, as though this conversation was taking years off her life, “You know, you don’t have to get into anything serious with him. You could just be neighborly fuck buddies.” “Nancy,” TK groans, heat flooding his face, momentarily giving up on the tangled string lights to give her some semblance of a pitiful look. “Even if he is gay or bi or pan or whatever and single, when is hooking up with a neighbor ever a good idea?” “You never know,” Nancy hums, taking the tangled string lights from TK and starting to work on the knot the lights had somehow formed. His eyes narrow as she untangles them with ease. “He might be The One, and you’re up here refusing to even welcome him to the duplex.” TK scoffs, shaking his head as he moves to take a long drink from his half-empty bottle of mineral water, “I thought Alex was The One, remember?” He asks, imitating Nancy’s dramatic tone shift. “And you’re the only one who ever believed that,” Nancy reminds him with a low hum. “I was the one putting you back together after he destroyed you. And as the one who put you back together, I am telling you that you should at the very least go say hello to the handsome neighbor downstairs and introduce yourself.”

Tagging: @emsprovisions, @sapphic--kiwi, @carlos-in-glasses, @alrightbuckaroo, @chicgeekgirl89

@corsage, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @eclectic-sassycoweyes, @firstprince-history-huh, @heartstringsduet

@honeybee-taskforce, @literateowl, @carlossreaders, @lightningboltreader, @mikibwrites

@henrygrass, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @nisbanisba, @nancys-braids, @captain-gillian

@paperstorm, @reyesstrand, @reeeallygood, @strandnreyes, @tellmegoodbye

@thisbuildinghasfeelings, @welcometololaland + open tag

[welcometololaland]

🌺send this to ten bloggers you think are wonderful. keep the game going🌺

thanks diti this is so sweet of you!!! appreciate your support in BOTH my fandoms!

[chaotictarlos]

Most memorable scene from you fic? More like most memorable fic!

1. Back to you (I remember that being one of the first fics of yours that I read, I think)

2. Carlos POV Break up Era fic (The number of times I've re-read this fic, honestly it's probably one of my most favorite ones of yours)

ahh two of my favorite fics that I've written! I'm so glad you enjoy them!

What's the most memorable scene from a fic I've written?

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tag, @heartstringsduet @henrygrass @carlossreaders @carlos-in-glasses @nisbanisba 💝

This is from the TK's birthday fic I'm working on - "The December Baby"

(Also yes- it's more than seven sentences)

It was a small change, but the smile on TK’s face always grew bigger when he watched his little brother on the screen during their Facetime calls.

Which made Carlos happy he wasn’t the focus, cause his smile was out of control.

“Daddy,” Jonah was saying, tugging on Enzo’s sleeve as he balanced the two-year-old in his lap, “I wanna show TK my cake”.

“We can send him a picture of the whole thing,” Enzo suggested. “We’ve just got pieces here. But we’re not getting it out again tonight. It’s late. Jonah Bear,” Enzo said, nudging his pouting son, “do you want to tell your brother about your cake? What did auntie Vera make you?”

“Jonah, you got a Vera cake?” TK exclaimed. “Those are the best ones! What kind was it?”

“Marbles!” Jonah exclaimed excitedly, bouncing in his dad’s lap.

“Marbles!” TK exclaimed just as happily. “That’s the best one!”

“And Jonah, who was on your cake?” Enzo prompted.

“Wreck-It Ralph!” Jonah answered, his eyes shining. “I can wreck it!”

“That’s what he says,” Carlos said quietly in TK’s ear.

“Thank you, baby”. TK chuckled.

“Jonah bear,” Enzo asked, “what does Fix-it Felix say?”

“I can fix it!” Jonah said, giggling as Enzo kissed the top of his head.

No pressure tagging - I tag @anewkindofme @laneybishop89 @nancys-braids @firstprince-history-huh @kiankiwi @actualalligator and anyone else who hasn't shared yet and wants to - open tag 🫶

[cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut]

Happy Wednesday, y’all! This was written as a little warmup today before working on my Actual WIP. My actual WIP is handwritten so I’m sharing this instead. It belongs to a breakup era story that’s been in my head for a long time and is apparently creeping onto the page 😅

TK returned to his father’s house that night, let himself in with his key, and stepped into a lulling cacophony of music and laughter, of Judd’s voice from the living room, drawling loud through some story, amused in its determination to be heard above the stilted laughter of his companions. Grace’s laughter, Tommy’s laughter, his father’s.

TK was made of scraped edges that night, every path leading back to his self-broken heart. It sat in his chest, throbbing and pulpy. He dug his nails into his palms. Their joy burned acrid at the back of his throat, stuck there like something he couldn’t expel, something that wouldn’t pry loose from the soft flesh of his palette no matter how hard he tongued at its shape. These sounds used to be comforting, familiar. These sounds were once concordant with home. But Carlos didn’t live there anymore. TK had flung them into some alternate dimension in which Carlos would collect his belongings in the morning, and nobody in the next room knew this yet. He let the door fall shut on its own, always too loud when it did. He didn’t have the energy to ease it closed.

“TK?” Came his fathers’ voice. “Is that you?”

Not really, TK wanted to say, because it wasn’t. He didn’t feel like himself anymore, already didn’t know who he was. But the words felt dramatic and cruel in his chest, so instead he scrubbed a hand down his face and then into up into the mess of his hair. He gathered a fist of it for something to hold onto, and willed himself to find adequate words.

“Hi sweetheart,” Grace called.

“Come join us, son,” his father added.

From Judd he received a simple and jovial, “Hey, kiddo.”

These people loved him. He felt it even through the walls of this house. In the end that love struck him badly in his chest and he knew that he didn’t deserve it. He hadn’t just broken his own heart tonight. He’d broken Carlos’s too. Carlos had cried, voice splintering as he’d begged TK to stay. He’d followed him down from the top floor apartment and pled all the way down the stairs. He asked what he’d done wrong, begged TK to help him understand. Five tall floors and then out into the rain, chests heaving, TK’s blood whirring dangerously through his ears. He’d thrown his arms up, yelled something, couldn’t remember what it was anymore. But he saw it when he glanced over his shoulder in the midst of his storming away. One last glance at the man he adored, who lost energy for the chase and stood, devastated, in the parking lot. He’d simply let out a sob.

TK had broken Carlos Reyes’s heart. He couldn’t stand to be looked at with fondness.

No pressure tags below the cut 💛

@ambiguouspenny @alrightbuckaroo @birdclowns @bonheur-cafe @catanisspicy

@chicgeekgirl89 @cafeshopau @carlos-in-glasses @carlos-tk @detective-giggles

@emsprovisions @eclectic-sassycoweyes @fitzherbertssmolder @freneticfloetry @goodways

@heartstringsduet @herefortarlos @honeybee-taskforce @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @inkweedandlizards

@jesuisici33 @liminalmemories21 @literateowl @lightningboltreader @louis-ii-reyes-strand

@lemonlyman-dotcom @mooshkat @noxsoulmate @nancys-braids @orchidscript

@paperstorm @reasonandfaithinharmony @reyesstrand @rmd-writes @sugdenlovesdingle

@strandnreyes @safeaswrites @sanjuwrites @three-drink-amy @thisbuildinghasfeelings

@theghostofashton @thebumblecee @welcometololaland @tellmegoodbye @decafdino

@firstprince-history-huh @captain-gillian @ironheartwriter @whatsintheboxmh

And YOU if you’re not tagged and wanna play 💛

[emsprovisions]

Happy Wednesday everyone 🖤 Here’s another glimpse into top secret au:

“Good,” TK smiles. “For now, tell me more about your wife.”

A corner of Carlos’s mouth quirks up. “You don’t really need to call her my wife, we were kind of in the process of getting divorced before she went missing.”

Now that piques TK’s interest. He starts writing a note on his legal pad and glances up at Carlos, finally reaching for a taco with his right hand. “Can I ask why?”

Carlos shakes his head. “It’s just…we were married for the wrong reasons. She started exhibiting signs of schizophrenia before she left me. But she got treatment. She had her own life, she had a boyfriend. And I was moving on as well. I’m—we just never got around to signing the papers.”

“You were married for the wrong reasons?” TK looks up from the notes he’s been jotting down as Carlos talks.

Carlos swallows, and TK doesn’t miss how he suddenly looks nervous. “She was my best friend. I married her to please my parents.”

“To please your parents?” TK’s eyebrows furrow. “Was she pregnant??”

A look that can only be described as disgust or maybe abject horror passes over Carlos’s face. “No. God, no. Nothing like that, no. I was young and stupid. I just didn’t think they would be happy with my personal choice in a partner.”

Thank you for the tags @heartstringsduet @corsage @paperstorm @nisbanisba @reyesstrand @strandnreyes and @carlos-in-glasses 🖤🖤

No pressure tags @ironheartwriter @alrightbuckaroo @butchreyes @welcometololaland @whatsintheboxmh @lemonlyman-dotcom @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @decafdino @captain-gillian @nancys-braids @chicgeekgirl89 @eclectic-sassycoweyes @firstprince-history-huh @tellmegoodbye + Open 🏷️