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Arrested
TK Strand/Carlos Reyes (Tarlos)
Owen Strand/Original Female Character
Ratting: Teen
Status: Complete (2,001 words)
@911bingo Square: Saved From a Bad Date
Summary: TK sends Carlos to save Owen from a bad date, and Carlos does, the only way he knows how…
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Owen’s current companion had been talking for an hour straight, giving Owen plenty of time to regret saying yes to the date in the first place…sure, she was attractive, blonde, busty, and well-dressed, but Owen shouldn’t have let himself be fooled, because she was also self-centered, entitled, and downright boring; things he wished he'd known before she asked him out, and long before they made it to dinner.
“Like, what would she have done if she had been promoted instead of me? Lord it over me you can bet! She claims she has more schooling than me, but what does that even mean? I know how to do the job, so why take a course? I have better things to do with my time.”
Owen nodded along, waving to the waiter to bring another drink. A strong one.
“You’re lucky to be Captain,” she continued on, while Owen scanned the restaurant hoping for an out. A small fire in the kitchen maybe, or someone to heimlich. “No one to boss you around. Like, I feel like I’m still not in charge, even though I am in charge, you know?”
“Well, being a leader is more than a title,” Owen pointed out, the first words he'd spoken since ‘hello’. “You’ve got to earn it.”
Rearing back in her seat, Owen's date was clearly offended. “What is that supposed to mean? I did earn it!”
Owen apologized, and she went back to her original monologue, oblivious to Owen's discomfort, while Owen resumed his survey of the restaurant. Tuning the chatter out, Owen started running practice drills in his mind, nodding at his date every so often, without registering what she was saying. Until…
“Hello?! Did you hear me?” she asked, snapping her fingers near his face.
“Huh? What? Oh, sorry, what was that?” He gave his best smile to placate her.
She rolled her eyes, but he could tell she was charmed. “You’re not paying attention. I asked if we should go to my place or yours after?” She winked at him, and he pretended he wasn’t horrified.
“Oh, wow…” he fumbled for something to turn her off the idea of going home together. “This is only our first date.”
She scoffed, tossing her hair, impossibly long with such body and shine, falling over her shoulders, strands brushing her neck, her cleavage…and damn it! That hair had distracted him before. He couldn’t let it happen again.
“Holy, Owen, this is the 20th century! And we are grown up's, we can do as we please.”
Another hair toss, and then she was drumming manicured fingernails on the table, waiting for his answer.
“Um, it's actually the 21st century, but good point,” he glanced over his shoulder, but the entrance door was too far to bolt. “I just have to hit the men's room, and we'll work out the details.”
Owen was up and moving before she could object, and he shut the bathroom door with a grimace. He needed an out. In New York he might have considered slinking away, having the waiter make an excuse …but Austin was smaller. He would run into Gemma again, she worked at his favorite men's wear store for Pete’s sake! Plus, he was an adult, captain of his own crew! He could tell Gemma the truth…or, he could call someone to rescue him.
He thanked God that he hadn’t left his phone at the table, yanking it from his pocket and dialing TK's number.
TK got his Dad’s call right after he told Tommy he would stay late to help Nancy with the inventory. Poor timing because he couldn’t just leave, but having been on his share of disastrous dates, TK couldn’t just abandon the man either. Obliged to think of something, he told his dad to hang tight, help was coming, at the same time he was texting Carlos to pass the buck. His boyfriend would just be getting off shift, so he could spring Owen on his way home, and maybe pick up take out too.
“Everything ok?” Nancy asked, tearing open boxes, and stacking supplies on the ambulance's bumper.
“All good, my dad just got himself stuck on a bad date,” TK shrugged, slipping his phone into his pocket. “I texted Carlos to go help out.”
Nancy snickered, picking up her clipboard to update her count. “Good that cap is putting himself out there. He's grumpy when he's lonely.”
TK climbed into the ambulance to start packing sterile dressings, gauze, gloves and masks into the cupboards.
“Yep!” TK agreed, “plus he interferes in my life a bit too much. Sounds like THIS one is definitely not THE one though,” he said grimly.
“Got distracted by pretty hair again?” Nancy snorted, and TK laughed out loud.
“Well all he could tell me is that she's blonde, and talks a lot, so sounds about right.”
Nancy picked up another box. “You know, he should just go out with Tommy. Neither of them are good at dating, maybe they'd click.”
Both TK and Nancy paused in their tasks, eyes meeting, before they cracked up.
“That'd be weird,” TK said, catching his breath.
“Yeah sure would,” Nancy agreed.
‘What? Just leaving work…how am I supposed to rescue your dad?’
‘TK? What am I doing?’
‘Are you serious about take out? That place is pricey.”
‘TK? Hello?’
‘TK you know it bugs me when you don’t answer…’
Carlos slid into his car, annoyed with TK's habit of texting, then going radio silent, without waiting for his answer. He had no idea how to extricate someone from a date, and Owen was an adult, couldn’t he just be honest with the woman? All Carlos wanted was to go home, get into sweats, and binge TV until TK joined him…and then he had some other, less PG ideas, about how to finish their evening…but first he needed to focus.
Take-out wasn’t a bad idea because he wouldn’t have to cook…plus if he did this TK would owe him and that was always fun. He thought for a second, tapping his fingers on the wheel, gaze wandering down to the uniform he was still wearing, and it hit him; he was a cop, how hard could it be to force someone out of a restaurant? He was sure his inspiration would work, and if he ordered food on his way over, he could grab it on the way out. Smiling at his own resourcefulness, Carlos put the car in gear, steered his way out of the parking lot and onto the road.
Back at the table, Owen could only pray his son would come through for him. He had stalled as long as he could in the bathroom, and now Gemma was looking pretty irritable…though it hadn’t stopped her from talking.
“My fish is dry,” she complained, glancing around for the waiter. “I’m going to let them know. This place gets such good reviews, but I’m not sure why.”
Owen managed not to groan, instead adopting an upbeat tone.
“Mine's great,” he said, stuffing a bite into his mouth, then talking while he chewed, “You should have gotten the steak.”
Gemma was clearly grossed out, and Owen figured being generally unpleasant would have to be his back-up plan if TK didn’t show soon.
“Yeah, well, red meat is terrible for you,” Gemma informed him, then shrugged. “But I guess it's a man thing. Whatever. Did you decide while you were in the bathroom?” She moved on, leaving Owen behind.
“Huh?” He blurted.
She rolled her eyes for probably the fifth time of the evening, because apparently Owen was slow.
“Your place or mine?” She prompted, giving him the same flirtatious grin that had gotten him here in the first place. Damn whatever hormonal process made him lose his common sense when pretty women looked at him that way.
“Wow, um…” he took another huge bite of his dinner to buy some time, chewing a full twenty times before swallowing. She reached over and put her hand over his, and he suddenly knew exactly how deer felt when the headlights hit them.
“I’d have to say your place,” he finally spit out, defeated. At least she wouldn’t know where he lived this way.
She smiled wide, like an extra creepy Cheshire cat, and he slumped in his chair, wishing for another drink.
“Good choice, Captain,” she drawled, leaning in closer, “At my place we can be as loud as we want.”
TK was going to an earful for this one, Owen swore, after all the things he had done for his son!
“Ha, yeah well that’s me,” he stammered, tipping his drink, hoping for a few more drops of tequila, “always making sound decisions and-"
“Owen Strand?”
Owen was startled by the commanding voice, fumbling his glass, nearly dropping it in his lap. Gemma's eyes went wide, and Owen swiveled in his seat to face Carlos Reyes, in full uniform, stone-faced, feet planted, thumbs tucked into his belt. Owen had seen Carlos in action before, but he didn’t think he'd ever seen him look quite so intimidating.
“Car-" Owen started to greet, only to be cut off by Carlos' raised hand.
“Owen Strand, you are under arrest,” Carlos stated, moving to pull the cuffs from his belt. “Stand up,” he ordered, without a hint of humor.
“Car-officer-I’m sure I have no idea-"
“You are Owen Strand correct?” Carlos questioned, eyebrow raised.
“Yes, I-well-yeah-you know that,” Owen stuttered, eyes darting from Carlos, to Gemma, to all the other faces staring at them.
“I do, and like I said, you're under arrest, so you need to stand up and come with me,” Carlos ordered, and Owen gaped.
“Easy or hard Strand! You decide,” Carlos barked, and Owen jumped to obey.
Catching Owen’s wrists, Carlos yanked them to his back, slapped on the cuffs, and spun Owen toward the door with impressive strength.
“What are the charges?” Owen managed to squeak, and without pausing the frog march, Carlos leaned in to whisper.
“TK texted me. Keep walking and I’ll tell you in the car.”
“Are you freaking serious?” TK couldn’t quite wrap his head around Carlos’ choice to arrest his father in the middle of a crowded restaurant. “You couldn’t have just said his son was sick and needed him? Or, I don’t know, anything but dragging him out in cuffs?!”
Carlos shrugged, dishing food from take out containers onto plates. “Well, I’m pretty sure there’s no chance that woman he wanted to get away from will be calling him now. Do you want salad, or just steamed vegetables?”
TK gave his head a shake, but Carlos did have a point. “Just vegetables,” he answered. “Was my dad mad?”
Carlos slid the plates aside. “No, in fact he thought it was petty funny once we got out to my car,” Carlos grinned, stepping into TK's space, kissing his forehead, cheek, and then his lips, long and slow. “I also think he was impressed.”
“Mmmmn…” TK moaned, reaching around to squeeze Carlos' ass.
“He asked me why I was wearing my uniform home,” Carlos murmured into the crook of TK's neck, “I told him it's because it makes you crazy for me.”
TK squirmed, backing up out of Carlos' hold.
“Wait-ew! Don’t tell my dad that Carlos!”
Carlos gave him a devilish grin, pulling TK back to him roughly. “It's true isn’t it?”
TK melted into Carlos' arms, shuddering as Carlos nipped at his shoulder and neck. “It's true,” he moaned, “So true!”
“Good,” Carlos said, “and now you owe me, so let’s eat fast, then take this to the bedroom. You can be the second Strand I cuff tonight.”
TK’s groaned loudly, the growing fire in his belly doused.
“That was gross Carlos! Now you ruined handcuffs for me!”
Carlos tightened his grip on TK, forgetting about dinner, and manhandling his boyfriend toward the bedroom.
“No I didn’t,” Carlos growled, and with an excited a squeal, TK agreed.
#911 lone star#911 lone star fandom#911 lone star fanfiction#911 lone star fanfic#911 lone star fic#911 bingo#911 bingo 2022#bingo fill#rating: teen#tk strand#carlos reyes#tarlos#tarlos fanfic#owen strand#one night Strand#bad dates#funny#fluff#humour#short and sweet#fanfiction#fanfic#archive of our own#ao3#ao3 link#ao3 author#callie cat#terriblycontrite
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Question for the DP fandom:
Do you think Danny’s hair turns white when it falls out? It’s technically dead cells anyway but when it naturally falls off his head, do you think it turns white? Because I think it would be hilarious if his hairbrush just has white hair, no black strands whatsoever, and his significant other thought the worst until they know his secret.
#danny phantom#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc crossover#danny fenton#dc x dp au#sorry it’s a no thoughts head empty kind of night#I know it’s a dumb thing to think about#but it was a shower thought and sometimes those are good#I just think it could bring so much angst to the plot#any plot#like Tim or Damian or whoever you want his significant other to be could think the worst#it would be something they’d notice for sure#could even be Tucker until Sam reminds him that he’s an idiot and their idiot boyfriend turns into a ghost#or it could be another small thing Jazz has to explain away to their parents#she makes up a whole person that is friends with Danny and it becomes a thing#I know it’s gaslighting and I’m not sure she’d do it but it’d be funny#his name is Garrett and he’s one of Danny’s best friends mom. Jeez how do you not know this#or what if Jason’s hair turns white too and that’s when it clicks for Jazz that he is not completely human#if Jazz is liminal her hair could be blue and boy would that be fun to explain#HER HAIR IS BLUE AND SHE HAS FEELINGS ABOUT IT OKAY#all caps on purpose#because I for sure would be freaking out if my hair was the wrong color in the hairbrush#I would purposely pluck a strand and watch it change then freak out#anger management ship#hardcover ship#everlasting trio
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911: Lone Star | Owen & Carlos ↳ for @paperstorm
#911 lone star#911lsedit#carlos reyes#owen strand#my gifs#gif request or suggestion#tw: flashing lights#tw: alcohol#tw: food#add this to the list of gifsets completed in a late night haze of hyperfixation whoops#there were so many good Owen and Carlos moments I hope I picked out the best ones!!
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WIP!!! Stealing glances amidst victory celebrations in Suna….
#narugaa#naruto uzumaki#gaara of the sand#Naruto#fanart#other fandoms#other fandoms: naruto#GUYSSSS this one is gonna take a while so I’m letting myself post this much of it now#much of it needs to be cleaned up lol…..#thanks to Jane who let me screen share as I drew and helped me every time I went:#“does this expression convey that they’ve been looking at each other the whole night and this is the first glance they catch each other#and are now blushy because Naruto suddenly realises this look in gaara’s eye is Different and he’s the only one that recognises the nuance#as something perhaps intimate. perhaps erotic. perhaps suggestive that they should get up and leave soon#anyway I’m working on it ok….#trying to expound on the visual culture of Suna a little by making like… a shisha lounge#grew up on shisha (my lungs are recovering these days now that I’ve quit smoking completely) but I hold it near my heart#also I changed Naruto’s hair. they’re wearing the ‘The Last’ outfits but I just couldn’t do short hair Naruto I’m sorry#his fluffy spikey blond hair appeals to me so much I’m sorry I refuse to cut it short#also it’s like vaguely mussed and messy here to imply some things about how much he’s had to drink LOL#Gaara has a few strands out of place but that’s it#kazekage duties etc etc#anyway#OK ANYWAY
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traveling like a dream one night
#THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING IVE NEVER DONE A LYRIC EDIT BEFORE WAAAAWWWWH#however. it's imperative you guys know this song and how much it fits aventurine in his final scene#traveling like a dream one night. i was stranded on an island. love and hate together make harmony. etc etc#fun fact! i think about zankyou no terror's soundtrack all the time. honestly yoko kanno's music in general#so here!!! fucking have it!!! i edited in my gallery app!!!!#honkai star rail#aventurine#hsr spoilers#hsr 2.1 spoilers#honkai star rail spoilers#nanjya.txt
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tagged by @film-in-my-soul and @icemankazansky - thanks guys!! ❤️❤️❤️
Everyone deserves to toot their own horn and be proud of their work! So, this tag game is fairly simple.
Promote 5 works that you're really proud of and share a little about why you're so proud of them! Then tag as many people as you like. You can reblog this post and add on to it (why not create a giant reclist to throw around?) or steal this header (and border if you like) and make your own post.
tagging @bornforastorm @lookforanewangle @apartmentsmoke @maverickcalf @saltyfilmmajor @hacash @academicgangster @onekisstotakewithme and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it
Make A Wrong One Right
Top Gun, Iceman Kazansky/Maverick Mitchell, Goose Bradshaw & Maverick Mitchell
Maverick makes a wish and wakes up thirty years in the past. He reacts accordingly.
I've written a lot of Top Gun fics (sixty-three, to be precise, which is insane all on its own) but this fic is far and away the one I'm most proud of. Not only did I get to throw in all my favorite things (angst with a happy ending!! time travel!! magical realism!! back to the future references!!), I got the chance to explore in a more subtle way just how much Mav loves Ice, and tackle fun existential questions like, Would you change the past if it meant you might lose the future you love? And I feel like I balanced all of the above and stuck the landing really well! (Honestly, the whole story was worth writing just for the bit in chapter three where Mav calls Ice 'baby' without thinking and Ice bluescreens so hard he drops what he's holding.)
there's a raging fire in my heart tonight
Top Gun&MCU, Iceman Kazansky/Maverick Mitchell, Carol Danvers/Maria Rambeau, Carol Danvers & Iceman Kazansky, Iceman Kazansky & Tony Stark, MCU/Coherent Storytelling
“Carol, you can’t bring a civilian into this—” “Civilian?” The temperature in the room seems to drop twenty degrees as Ice steps forward, flinty-eyed and deadly serious. “I’m a captain. And I earned my rank, which is more than I can say for you, Rogers. Thanos killed my husband. You want to stop me from helping you out, you’re going to have to shoot me.” Silence stretches out, long and fraught with tension. Then Stark laughs out loud, and everyone turns to look at him. “What?” he says. “I like this guy.”
This was the first Top Gun fic I ever published, and the first Top Gun fic I wrote on my own. (At the time, I was working on baby, baby, i'd get down on my knees for you with the fantastic @academicgangster, without whom I never would have gotten into Top Gun or on the Tom Cruise train at all.) Naturally my first foray into this fandom ended up being this chaotic, complicated beast of a fic, where I wrote my faves Iceman Kazansky and Tony Stark and Carol Danvers side by side, fixed all my issues with Avengers: Endgame, and gave everyone the happy ending they deserved (especially after all the additional angst I put them through). I had a blast writing this fic and rambling about all the details with Cain (without her support this fic would never have left our tumblr DMs). There were a lot of plot points to juggle, and I managed to juggle them all. So though I've definitely grown as a writer in the (oh god) five years since, I still look back on this fic very fondly, and very proudly. And who knows, maybe someday I'll go back to this series and write more of Ice accidentally acquiring a son in Tony Stark and a granddaughter in Morgan. (Famous last words, I know.)
Judge Leon AU
Night Court (1984) / Night Court (2023), Dan Fielding/Harry Stone, Dan Fielding & Leon, Olivia Moore/Donna "Gurgs" Gurganous, Neil Valluri/Gabby
When his court-assigned public defender quits on his first night as an arraignment judge at Manhattan Criminal Court, Leon decides to reach out to his old foster father, Harry Stone, for advice. He finds Harry's widower, Dan Fielding, instead.
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I could not tell you for the life of me why the hands down angstiest fics I've ever written ended up being for an 80s sitcom whose plotlines include a ventriloquist's dummy committing suicide and my blorbo getting so horny he had to fuck a firehose about it, but here we are!! Over sixty-four thousand words later!!
In all seriousness, though, I'm extremely proud of this series. I have a lot of issues with New Night Court (I have a post in my drafts about that), namely that it lacks the edge and darkness that made the original so good, and this series gave me the opportunity to restore that edge and really make us feel Harry's loss, as well as the loss of almost all the other main cast members. I get to be goofy (a man holds the gang hostage on the advice of members of his favorite subreddit) and I get to be angsty (delve deeply into Dan's low self-worth and depression and grief post-Harry's death) and in all the spaces between, I get to write about how much Harry and Dan loved each other (and develop Leon and Dan's growing bond), and I do it all very, very well. (Certainly better than the NNC writers. Let me into the writers' room, guys!! Help me help you!!)
Austin Alone
9-1-1 Lone Star, Billy Tyson/Owen Strand
After the reopening of the 126, Billy and Owen give being friends with benefits a try. Inconvenient feelings ensue. / Season 3 AU, Owen-centric.
I co-wrote this fic with the lovely @lilalbatross while season 3 was still airing, and not only were we so in tune with the characters and the show that our fic accidentally predicted the future (exploration of Owen's abandonment issues! Owen getting trapped in a collapsed building!), but this fic set my standards so high that now the show can no longer reach it. (To be fair, this is largely because Lone Star decided to become the Tarlos and Wyatt Show above all else, but that's a rant for another day.) I'm proud as hell of this fic for a lot of reasons - I got Billy and Owen's voices down pat, put them in mortal peril that was realistic to the show, and wrote some banger lines of dialogue and prose that made me take honest to god victory laps around my house. The entirety of (the very long) chapter 6 might be some of my best work of all time.
For A Minute There I Lost Myself
Ted Lasso, Nathan Shelley & Original Male Character(s), Nathan Shelley & Ted Lasso, Nathan Shelley & Rupert Mannion
Nathan Shelley and the road to redemption.
[sigh] Really it's such a shame that Ted Lasso never got a season three and so we never got to see Nate grow and thrive at West Ham and bond with his players and stand up to Rupert and become more confident in himself and his ability as a coach and apologize to Ted and just in general have a redemption arc that was not centered on some random one-dimensional mean waitress or his ability to play the violin. But at least we have this fic!
I wrote FAMTILM for Yuletide in 2021. I'd never written Nate's POV before - all my Ted Lasso fics up to this point were about Sam and Dani - so I'm proud of myself for being able to capture the nuances of Nate's voice and write the slow growth of Nate's self-esteem and realization that he was in the wrong and his affection for his players (particularly Višnjić and Roubeni, who are in my top ten favorite OCs I've ever created). I'm also very proud of myself for taking what could have been a 30k word story and telling it just as well in under 8k, and writing a full Natedemption arc in less than a month that turned out to be ten times better than what Sudeikis and co accomplished in twelve bloated episodes.
#thanks for tagging me!#my fics#my writing#top gun#icemav#fic: make a wrong one right#fic: there's a raging fire in my heart tonight#fic: for a minute there i lost myself#west hambos#nate shelley#ted lasso#fic: austin alone#911 ls#billy x owen#billy tyson#owen strand#judge leon au#night court#new night court#dan x harry#leon night court
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Silly gal
#woo blonde strand <3#cassidy fnaf#cassidy#toysnhk#the one you should not have killed#the vengeful spirit#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#my art
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Oooooo you want to pet my hair to help me sleep so badly ooooooo you want it so badly
#and to entangle your fingers in my hair and play with the strands of soft hair and forming curls#okay can you tell I'm having one of those nights I can't sleep despite being super tired?#someon.petting my hair would help so much lol#I'm just a cat I'm sorry#maria papoila
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When I say I don't care about Owen plotlines, NEVER am I talking about when the entire team bullies him for the entire duration of an episode
#one night strand is still hilarious to me actually#owen strand#911 lone star#911 lone star spoilers#911 ls s4
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Gonna draw Junoace kissing tomorrow.....
#wanted to yap uhhh bad ending silly thoughs in the late hours of the night#soo basically thinking about playful land bad end for Junoace.... one was just them turning into puppets and second was that Juno actually#betrayed Ace (well nrc guys as a whole lol) and joined along to fellows side because he thinks he is better off this way#like in Junos eyes he would have a better possibility to find his way back home when he can travel the whole world of twst instead of being#stranded on an island#wouldn't it be funnier if Juno could convince Fellow and his boss that what if nrc cast just stayed at the park instead of being sold#miraculous marionettes that can sing and dance.....#but even if he got better deal for them he would still be remembered as a traitor to them... they couldn't see junos side before the curse#fully took place....#ok welcome to my pep talk and my silly angst thought weehuuu 🐱👐
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how long before anyone noticed if steve was the one to disappear instead of will
#my thoughts collection#i know his parents were home and he was already seeing nancy and he had tommy and carol#and even if he wasn't necessarily a bad person he wasn't a good one either#was he in the habit of telling his parents were he went? his friends? did he spend a lot of time at home when his dad was there?#or did he avoid it so they wouldn't fight? did he spend his nights with other people? did he spend them alone?#had he left without a word before? would it been part of a pattern? would people think he left for the city? got stranded?#what about his car? would the story change depending on where they found it?#would the parents we've never seen chalk it up to teenage rebellion instead of considering tragedy?
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forgot to post this last night but the moment I got out of work I literally took off my shirt and reclined my car seat and laid down and like disassociated and the far next to me was a family of three and the mother looked so concerned (I WAS WEARING A TANK TOP BTW DW) but I literally could no longer be a functioning human being and then I finally rebooted and went for a drive on the highway at 100 mph (do not follow my example please) with my windows down AND WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS IS girlhood is putting your hair up all cute with the slut strands out (taking out two little strands from like a ponytail for ex.) except then they get in your face when you're driving with your windows down so one hand is off the steering wheel literally on the back of your head holding back your hair while you're screaming at the top of the lungs and being a road hazard ❤️ (me last night)
#i must say it was VERY healing to scream “i am condemned” at the top of my lungs last night#EVERYONE WAS GOING 100 LIKE WE'RE ALL LIABILITIES#i am a safe driver i promise#i also sometimes clip back the little strands#but i KNOW i'm not the only one who has this problem and holding my hair back with a hand was actually genius#i had to share#silly hours
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This or That: Tarlos Edition -> Catan gang hangs or private date night
#911 lone star#911lsedit#tarlos#tk strand#carlos reyes#this or that tarlos edition#my gifs#i skipped the last name one cause I have zero preference (except I think it should be tk reyes ngl)#I love the game nights because they are so happy and free around their friends#especially carlos! him from s1 with just michelle to now where he's so ingrained into this friend group? love to see it!#the eyebrow raise in the last one KILLS MEEEE#stop flirting in front of my sheep and settlements guys#tw: food#tw: alcohol
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Happy Wednesday everyone! Thanks for the tag @lemonlyman-dotcom and @jesuisici33, as always!
Here's more of my study abroad summer romance AU fic in which TK and Carlos are essentially both thinking that one F. Scott Fitzgerald quote, "I don't want to fall in love with you, but I probably will" on a loop.
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TK joins Carlos back on the beach towel, grains of sand joining those that were already making a home there. TK leans over him, smiling down at him like he has a secret. “Are you seeing something you like, Reyes?” He takes Carlos’ sunglasses off his eyes, and places them on top of his head. Carlos doesn’t know if he’ll get them back now, but he doesn’t mind buying another pair.
When Carlos doesn’t respond, TK continues. “You’ve got a tell, you know.”
No, Carlos doesn’t know and even in this moment, he’s having a hard time of caching that realization. It’s hard to focus while TK trails a finger down his chest, his skin feeling like it’s sunburned in the wake of TK’s touch. ���You do this thing, when you’re looking at something you really like, like a really nice view or a really well plated meal, or”
“You?” Carlos finishes the statement with an absolute. Even if it wasn’t what TK was going to say, it’s what Carlos was always going to mean. He doesn’t even process that he’s said it out loud, and part of him wishes he could take it back. Not because he doesn’t mean it, but because he does.
TK’s green eyes brighten, rivaling the light of the sun shining around him. Carlos can’t take back what he’s said, but it doesn’t look like TK wants him to. Carlos chooses to move past it, and not backtrack. It’s easier to stop a thought from trickling through you and flooding your every notion, if you stop the leak before it's too late. “So, what’s this tell?”
TK lies flat down on the towel, lowering Carlos’ sunglasses over his eyes. He smiles again, like he’s finally sharing a secret. “You let your guard down. You smile like you’re finally allowing yourself to be happy.”
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no pressure tagging: @carlos-in-glasses, @heartstringsduet, @catanisspicy, @reyesstrand, @strandnreyes, @welcometololaland, @rmd-writes, @rosedavid, @chaotictarlos, @sanjuwrites, @bonheur-cafe, @irispurpurea, @basilsunrise, @wandering-night19 and here's an open tag for anyone who wants to join in on the fun (tag me back, i want to read!)
#i just wrote this last night so who knows how the finished product will look but gah i can't wait to share this one with all of you <3 <3 <3#i hope it makes you feel all the things#also tk is just as obsessed don't you worry#fic: summer slipped us underneath her tongue#wip wednesday#carlos reyes#tk strand#tarlos
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Can't remember the last time I played a game that made me point at the screen and yell "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT" as much as Dredge has
#moogletalk#dredge#I'm in the twisted strand#first went in at night and saw one of those yellow worm fuckers in the distance#turned around and left#nope nope nope
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i think my car should only be allowed to have one problem at a time going forward. i think he needs to just pick one issue and stick with that instead of having all of them at once
#multi makes text posts#quimby i have no fucking money#negative cw#vent cw#mostly being silly here but. yeah i've had A Night.#if i had a nickel for every time i got stranded waiting for a tow truck. i'd have three nickels by now#I'M OKAY THOUGH. i'm good now#just! frustrated!! tire fully blew and shredded itself to bits#and then i've got like two other major repairs i can't afford rn#my car needs to pick one issue to have at a time. let me repair it. then have another one like a month later
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