#this one was a bear to write

[herefortarlos]

Hello!

I love seeing your excitement around the fandom and a special thanks for all the support you give me in the tags! I was what made you start watching lone star? What made you keep watching lone star? What’s your favorite part of fandom?

Awwww, hello, Jen!! Haha, I am very happy to know that you enjoy my fangirling and hopefully don't find it annoying 😆.

So what clued me into 911 Lone Star, was seeing random clips from the show when I would be bored and scroll through FB and Instragram's videos section. The scenes that I remember the best are of course the racist neighbor and "Sure ma'am but I am a homosexual." And Paul's, "but I am trans, though." And then the corn silo scene and Marjan popping up and having lost her hijab, and everyone gathering around to protect her modesty. I loved knowing there was a show out there that had, from the brief bits I saw, canon gay, trans and Muslim characters!! Then I bought Hulu in late 2022, specifically to watch the movie Julie and Julia, then I watched all of Modern Family. And then I was like, well, I still have this service for the end of the month, and I saw Lone Star was on it and I have not looked back 😂 I wish Hulu kept track of it, because I don't know how I consumed 3 seasons of Lone Star so quickly while also working.

Tarlos and TK, then later Carlos, when we finally got more of him in season 2, were big reasons I kept watching. I also genuinely like all of the characters! I did not think I would love Judd as much as I did, big, stereotypical Texas man, but is not like you thought at all! Owen and TK's relationship is one of my favorite things too, such a loving father-son relationship, without the toxic masculinity is so refreshing! Getting Tommy in season 2 was such a big improvement too!!

I could go on and on about the characters, but another huge reason I fell in love with the show was because it actually had a trans black man, played by a trans male actor, a gay Latino man, played by a gay actor, and of course the fandom didn't find out about Ronen until 2021, but I learned watching in 2022, was a gay man, played by a bisexual actor!! Representation matters and as a queer person, I was so happy to see a show actually put in the effort to try and cast accordingly!! Even now, when I try to get friends to watch the show, I always start by gushing about tarlos, of course, and then secondly talk about the casting!

Finally, my FAVORITE part of the fandom has to be all of our amazingly talented writers and the stories they provide to keep Tarlos alive, interesting and relevant, especially during longer than expected hiatuses. I have been reading fanfic for various fandoms since 2012? And I appreciate all the work and effort writers put in to provide us fans with more content, without expecting anything in return, so the least I can do is comment on fics and reblog works here with my unhinged tags 😂

Also, I really appreciate how active the fandom is on Tumblr and I loveee saving and liking posts, specifically based on different people's tags 😆 As my name suggests, I made a new Tumblr for Tarlos in January 2023 I believe, so very recent. The last time I was on Tumblr was 2019, after it quickly declined in popularity, and all the previous artists and writers I followed left for Twitter. The fact that I fell in love with a show and couple enough to seek out a community for it definitely says a lot about it! When I fall in love with characters or a couple, I will hyper fixate on them for a minimum of 2 years, and hopefully this obsession lasts longer because of this active fandom and the fact that Lone Star is still ongoing and providing new material, as soon as these dumb companies decide to actually pay their workers a decent living wage anyway.

Phew, time to go find some lunch 😂 Thank you for the ask, Jen, and if you ever need a beta I'm your girl ❤️ But regardless, you can definitely expect me to reblog and express my love for the next fic you tease! I am not going to survive when Meet you After Dark drops!

[riickgrimes]

4.07 // 4.10

[rainandsentences]

Quiet Proof

a Luca x f!reader

synopsis: no grand gestures. no loud declarations. just quiet proof that he’s not going anywhere.

rating: 16+

warning: attachment insecurity · soft comfort · people pleaser oc · slow emotional build · no smut

word count: 1k

a/n: wanted to do something short, i still hope you like it. Thank you for reading. You’re not too much. You never were. 🤍

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You try not to need too much.

That’s the rule you learned early — keep your voice light, your opinions easy. Don’t be a burden. Don’t make people tired of you.

You’ve always been the one who gives more. You don��t mind, most days. It feels safe, being the helper. The fixer. The one who says, “It’s okay, really.” Even when it’s not.

With Luca, you want so badly to be easy to love.

He doesn’t know that. Not fully.

But you think he sees pieces.

Like now — when you're sitting on the edge of his bed in the soft wash of afternoon light, your hands clenched in your lap because you just apologized for the third time in an hour.

He tilts his head. “You keep saying sorry. Why?”

You freeze. Shrug. “I don’t know.”

But you do.

Because the thought that you might be too much — too talkative, too emotional, too clingy — hums under your skin like an old wound.

He doesn’t push.

He just sits beside you, letting the silence stretch, safe and unjudging.

You were friends before this — before you started sleeping over, before he looked at you like he’d memorized the shape of your laugh.

You think it’s easier when you’re not this close. When it’s casual. Low stakes.

Because now he’s seen you nervous. He’s seen you overthink a text for ten minutes. He’s seen you flinch when plans change and you weren’t ready.

And still — he’s here.

You don’t know what to do with that.

You catch yourself one night, apologizing again.

He’s cooking, sleeves rolled up, brows furrowed in concentration as he plates something that smells like butter and thyme and warmth. You’re curled up on the couch, your socked feet tucked under you, and you ask — too softly — if you’re bothering him being here so much.

He looks over his shoulder, confused. “Why would you be bothering me?”

You give a small, noncommittal smile. “I don’t know. Just — I’m here a lot. I don’t want to take up your space.”

He pauses.

Then he puts down the spoon, walks over, and sits beside you. He doesn't say anything at first. Just rests his hand over yours.

“I want you here,” he says, quiet. “Not because I have to say that. But because I look forward to it.”

Your throat tightens.

He squeezes your hand gently. “You don’t need to earn it, you know?”

You nod. But you don’t quite believe him yet.

Not yet.

It gets worse after a bad day.

Your boss nitpicked everything. Your train ran late. You had to cancel dinner with a friend who hasn’t texted back since.

You come over anyway, hoping being near Luca will soothe the ache. But even then, your voice feels too loud. You laugh at the wrong time. You knock over a glass, and it shatters.

You’re on your knees cleaning it up, heart pounding, apologizing again and again.

Luca crouches beside you. “Hey,” he says softly. “Stop.”

You stop.

He gently takes the glass from your hands. His fingers graze yours — steady, warm.

“It’s just a glass.”

You stare at the floor. You’re blinking too fast. You don’t want to cry over this. You don’t want to be that person.

But your chest is tight, and the shame in your ribs won’t go down.

He senses it.

So he sits with you on the kitchen floor, silent for a beat. Then: “Did someone make you feel like you always had to say sorry?”

You don’t answer.

You just remembered your father always yelled.

Your shoulders shake a little.

And that’s enough.

He leans his shoulder against yours, grounding.

“It's okay, darling.” he murmurs.

You fall asleep on his chest later, tear-damp and quiet, your body finally relaxing. He doesn’t say anything when you cling to his shirt in your sleep. Doesn’t move when your arm ends up awkwardly across his stomach. He just holds you tighter.

You don’t know how long it’ll take for the fear to go away — the fear that if you say the wrong thing, need too much, he’ll leave like the others.

But you’re learning.

Because Luca stays. Every time.

Without asking you to be easier, or smaller, or quieter.

And for once — That’s enough.

[quadrantadvisor]

Thinking about DP x DC Jason Todd being a revenant again. Here's my scenario. Jason gets called that by some ghost. He's like "what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He's heard the term before but he doesn't know any actual lore. He googles it. He scrolls past the Leonardo DiCaprio bear movie. He opens the wiki. Sees the words "animated corpse" and gets a chill diwn his spine. He starts reading the first section.

He closes Wikipedia.

That night he has a nightmare that his family buried him, again, this time with precautions. He wakes up in his own grave, full of stones, too heavy to move, to scream.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A Most Mousterious Mind.

[mischievous-thunder]

Being amongst various Honey Badgers makes Wade a bit silly

[ellierium]

‧₊˚🕷‧₊˚ 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧!𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ‧₊˚🕷‧₊˚

cw: nsfw and sfw themes ahead. mentions of a strap, sex, bondage, public sex, pussy eating, etc.

ᯓ★

𝐬𝐟𝐰:

✶ she developed her webs in joel's garage. he damn near had a heart attack when he caught her stuck to the ceiling of her room after her taking a "sick day" from school. very early stages of her spider-woman era, but joel still teases her about it. he tells you the story once ellie lets him know that you know.

✶ she has a bad habit of not pulling her punches. she can't quite help it — joel didn't raise her to play nice with others like that. especially others who like to prey on innocent people.

✶ she doesn't like calling herself a super-hero. she's not one, really. she'd say she's a vigilante more than anything else. she's very adamant about it. its endearing.

✶ she absolutely loves giving the cops a hard time and she takes credit for every bad guy that gets caught. she's known for making them go on wild goose chases and exhausting their "resources" too. she makes them work for the arrest. if she's busting her ass every night, they should be too. joel (captain miller...) is not very fond of it.

✶ speaking of captain joel, thats the only reason she really helps the cops. otherwise, she wouldn't be handing them these arrests. there's certain things the cops can't do that a vigilante can. and if captain joel turns a blind eye, so will everyone else.

✶ because she's got a healing factor, she smokes. she smokes more around the holidays. she’ll go through a pack a week if she doesn’t reel herself in. she usually doesn’t, honestly, but such is life.

✶ she loves seeing little kids dressed as her. she does her best to interact with them when she's making rounds.

✶ villains don't really like fighting her because she doesn't dodge. she'll take the hits because she just doesn't care. its a sight to see, really — this chick with her suit ripped up, hands relaxed at her sides, staring straight at whoever just threw the punch. make sure to clear the area if she starts laughing.

✶ she has perfectly curated playlists for her swinging sessions. only join her if you're prepared to invest in good headphones so she can share her playlist.

✶ she takes you around the city if you don't want to take the train, bus or a taxi. its just easier, honestly.

✶ super dork. loves comic books and she was ecstatic to design her first suit. she keeps it in the back of her closet to look at every now and then.

✶ she's a photographer for the local paper. guess who always gets the best angles of spider-woman?

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰:

✶ she uses her webs for things she probably shouldn't. she likes tying you up and using you to her hearts content. she'll web your mouth shut if you don't quiet down.

✶ she's insanely strong so if she's out of webs, she'll just hold you down herself. she's got a bad habit of doing it anyway.

✶ she's also very flexible. it comes in handy when you want to have your way with her, too — knees pushed to her shoulders, your tongue lapping up every drop of slick that drips out of her cunt.

✶ she loves fucking you with the mask on. you don't admit to having fantasized about it, but she clocks you as soon as you guide her hands to your ass one night after she came back from patrol.

✶ she'll take you to the highest skyscraper just to fuck you over the edge. it takes a few times to get used to the swoop! in your stomach when she takes you up there the first few times, but now its just a part of the foreplay.

✶ she'll snatch you up when you least expect it and then eat you out in an alleyway if she's missing you that bad. she just can't help it.

✶ she really likes roleplaying, specifically when you pretend to be in trouble and she comes around to rescue you. how else do you expect to repay her if not by riding her strap?

✶ she's very possessive when she's a civilian with you. and she hates that she can't be loud and proud about it when she has the mask on. at the end of the day, though, its her tongue in your cunt as you whimper her name. such is life when your girlfriend is spider-woman.

✶ she's the worst at flirting but can't help dirty talk in bed. it just falls off the tongue.

[ghostbsuter]

Damian had recently taken to feed the very strange green wispy animal.

The strangest thing of this? Damian was pretty sure, despite the changes in race, it was always the same one.

Dick, who had seen the exchange from his window after sleeping over, got his phone and called beast boy in a panic.

[markscherz]

Bad Newts: Amphibians are in Serious Trouble

My colleagues and I have just had a paper published in Nature, based on our efforts to assess almost all amphibian species for the IUCN Red Lists. The major takeaway messages:

It is a bad time to be an amphibian

Two fifths of all amphibians are threatened with extinction.

Salamanders are the most threatened group; three fifths of all salamanders are threatened with extinction!

Climate change is a major driver of amphibian declines globally

Habitat loss, especially due to agriculture, is a problem for the vast majority of amphibians

Chytrid pandemics have caused and continue to cause catastrophic declines of both salamanders and frogs

Protected areas and careful management are working as strategies! They are actively improving the outlook of some species

As many as 222 amphibian species may have gone extinct in recent times; of those, 185 are suspected extinct but not yet confirmed.

Our paper is Open Access, you can read it here!

Photo of Atelopus hoogmoedi by Jaime Culebras, used with permission

[etclouie]

morning after prompt with Richie Jerimovich “if we do this again you better buy me dinner first.”

title; dinner first (Richie Jerimovich x fem!reader)

prompts; ”if we do this again you better buy me dinner first” — from morning after starters 

warnings; coworkers to more, morning after, they both ogle each other, talk of having a dinner date but that’s it (283 words)

one year masterlist | main masterlist

— come celebrate my one year!!

you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching Richie getting dressed with an appreciative gaze.

he shook his head, casting a glance your way while a smirk tugged at his lips.

“you’re staring”

his eyes roamed down your body, his smirk deepening as you made no effort to pull the blankets up around your body.

“it’s a nice view”

a chuckle left Richie, doing up his belt while your eyes continued to wander. hungry and shameless.

it wasn’t as if he didn’t mind, you had been eyeing him at work for a little while now, as had he. but it still made Richie feel good, knowing that you had been ogling him.

“my views nicer”

you rolled your eyes, sitting up in bed just as Richie pulled his shirt on over his head.

“flatterer”

his head tilted your way again at your grumble, amusement making its way across his face as he moved closer towards you.

he leaned in, cradling your face in both of his hands as he kissed you. soft at first, before it quickly heated.

you only broke the kiss after a minute, his words spoken against your lips.

“always”

Richie chuckled as you slapped playfully at his shoulder, both of you breaking apart as he stood to full height once more.

he moved around your room, grabbing the rest of his things as you spoke.

”if we do this again you better buy me dinner first”

he chuckled, shaking his head.

“sweetheart, i’ll make dinner next time, give me a day and i’ll be here”

you raised a brow, before a smile broke out on your face, stealing another kiss from him.

“we’re both off Sunday, it’s a date”

reblogs are highly appreciated !

[mipexch]

comic about v2 and the goal they'll never fully reach alongside a dissatisfying conclusion. intimate rivalry and all (alternative ending comic. V1 dies instead of V2 during 4-4. V2 is narrating. V1 is dead.)

[hyakunana]

Sponsor Switch!

[magpie-trove]

A ship is good if you can look at them and see them as an old married couple

[rainandsentences]

Hello, I really like your chef Luca work. I was wondering if you you write something where Luca is protective of the reader in their day to day life, and when she gets into a car accident in the middle of service on a Friday night, she asks EMS to call the restaurant instead of Luca because she doesn’t want him to leave service for her (he can get kinda mad not really about it later). Richie is the one who answers the phone and has some type of protective reaction as well (Richie being Richie), whether or not he tells Luca during or after service is up to you. And maybe for the extra angst reader is in surgery by the time Luca gets to the hospital?

i appreciate your request and i loved the idea. (ily richie) here you go, gumpy! xo

Call the Restaurant

Luca x f!reader

synopsis: You’ve always been the type to downplay your needs — especially during a rush. Even dating Luca doesn’t change that.

rating: 16+

word count:1k

a/n: love the idea! (ps. sorry for taking so long)

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You’re the kind of person who brushes things off.

Spilled coffee? No big deal.

Snide comment? Whatever.

Twisted ankle on the way to work? You’ll limp your way through prep.

So when the SUV runs the red light — when you feel the jolt of impact in your ribs, when your face hits the window — your first thought isn’t pain. It’s panic.

Not only because you’re hurt.

Because it’s Friday night and it was Luca’s special day of pastries, and he probably was in the middle of service.

He was excited all week trying new recipes to present to the restaurant, he couldn't sleep well and you were the one who calmed him down.

So when the paramedics find your phone and ask, “Do you want us to call someone?”

You shake your head and mutter, “Call the restaurant i work in... please."

“Ma'am, is there someone more accesible? A family member?"

“No. Just the restaurant. Please.” You say softly before passing out.

⸻

Richie’s the one who picks up. Of course he is.

“Beef, what?” he snaps, barely audible over the noise. There’s shouting in the background — tickets flying, pans hitting steel, someone cursing in Spanish.

“This is EMS. We’re calling from University Hospital. One of your employees was in a car accident.”

He goes quiet. Fast.

“Who?”

“She didn’t want us to call her emergency contact. She said to call here instead.”

“What happened?”

“She’s stable, but it was a T-bone impact. She lost consciousness for a moment, so they’re taking her into surgery —”

Richie cuts him off. “Wait. Surgery?!”

“Her arm is broken so we have to —”

“I’m coming. Don’t — fuck, okay, hang on.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Then, under his breath:

“ I know she’s gonna kill me if I tell him.” He watched as Luca is stirring a mixture in a bowl

Luca doesn’t find out until after service.

Richie’s pacing by the lockers, jacket already on, but not leaving. He looks up when he sees Luca.

“Hey.”

Luca frowns. “What?”

Richie runs a hand over his face, clearly wrestling with something. Then he mutters, “She got into an accident.”

Luca freezes.

“She’s in the hospital. They called during service. I was gonna— I was gonna tell you but—”

“Where is she?”

“University.”

Luca’s already moving.

Richie follows, yelling after him, “She told the EMTs not to call you directly, bro! She didn’t want you to leave service—”

Luca stops in the middle of the alley and turns.

And for once, his voice is sharp. Not loud. But sharp.

“She’s in surgery, Richie.”

“I know.”

“She didn’t call me.”

“I know.”

They stare at each other.

“She didn’t want you to worry,” Richie says finally. “You know how she is.”

Luca swears under his breath. His hands are already shaking. Not with anger just fear.

You’re not awake when he gets there.

The waiting room is beige and far too quiet. Luca checks in, finds your name, gets the room number — but they won’t let him in yet.

“She’s still in surgery,” the nurse says gently. “You can wait here.”

So he does.

For thirty-six minutes, he stares at a blank wall. He thinks about your laugh. Your bare feet on the kitchen floor in the morning. How you hum under your breath when you think no one’s listening.

He thinks about the fact that you didn’t call him.

And he gets it — he gets it — but he hates it too.

Because you’re his.

And you didn’t give him the chance to show up.

You wake up sometime after midnight.

Groggy. Sore. Eyes bleary with pain meds.

Luca’s sitting beside your bed. Elbows on his knees, hands clasped like he’s praying. His coat is still on. There’s a cup of vending machine coffee on the floor, untouched.

You stir.

He looks up instantly.

“Hey,” you rasp, voice thin.

He’s quiet. Just stares at you. Eyes tired. Shoulders tense.

“Hi,” you say again, softer.

He nods once. Then leans back in his chair.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

You blink. Not because you’re surprised by the question — but because you were hoping he’d pretend.

You shift slightly, wincing at the ache. “Didn’t want to ruin your night.”

He exhales through his nose.

“Didn’t want you to leave service,” you mumble.

“That’s what you think I’d care about?”

You glance away.

He runs a hand over his face. Sits forward. Voice quieter now.

“You were in a fucking accident. You’re in a hospital bed. You really think I’d be mad about service?”

You don’t answer so he leans closer.

“I don’t care if it’s two hours before doors open or during a ten-top with influencers. I don’t care if I’m plating the final course of a Michelin inspection.”

His voice softens.

“If you need me — I go. That’s it. I go.”

You look at him then. Really look at him.

He’s not mad because you got hurt. He’s mad because you didn’t let him be there. Because he was scared.

And because he loves you.

You try to speak, but your throat closes. So instead, you whisper:

“I didn’t want to be the reason you got distracted.”

He exhales sharply. Almost laughs — but not with humor.

“You are distracting,” he says. “You always are. That’s what being in love with someone means.”

Your breath catches.

He squeezes your hand gently. Not tightly. Just enough that you feel him.

“Don’t do that again,” he murmurs.

You nod. Eyes burning.

“I promise.”

⸻

The doctor clears you a few days later. They tell you to rest.

Luca doesn’t leave your side.

He stocks your fridge. Adjusts your pillows. Doesn’t let you carry anything. Even sits on the floor next to your couch when you fall asleep midday with your head propped on the armrest.

One night, you wake up to find him asleep in the chair next to your bed. Arms folded, chin tucked, the kind of deep sleep that only happens when someone’s completely worn out.

You reach for him.

And this time — you don’t hesitate.

You whisper his name.

And when he stirs, and sees you awake, you smile softly.

“I’m glad you came.”

He blinks. Then nods.

“Me too.”

[spikedwh0re]

went to a gay bar for bear night and saw my dad there. we made eye contact at the start of the show and i felt the heat go straight down- he went on as usual with his number, pretending i wasn't there. i didn't know dad was doing this at night- grinding against people putting cash in his jock strap, humping a stranger's leg to the beat, thrusting his hips up, all while his hairy body shined with oil. i couldn't tear my eyes away as i felt myself getting wet, telling myself that this was wrong but that it's okay that i couldn't help myself because the show is sexual in nature, regardless of whether it's my dad or not. everyone would feel this way, right?

when the show ended, i knew i had to go find him backstage... just to talk, nothing else. i shift in my tight clothes as i move, people glancing down at the exposed parts of my body when i make my way to the back. i dressed up with the intention of going home with someone tonight, so i'm not wearing much. when i get to the dressing room, he's alone. the other performers seem to be out on the floor. i knock on the open door to get his attention. "dad?" at the sound of voice his eyes fly to me. he scans my body- my tits poking from out of my cropped shirt, my shorts that expose part of my ass, the fishnets that hug my arms and legs. "son," he says out of breath from the performance i assume, "i didn't expect to see you here." i think i should be the one saying that, but im suddenly unable to speak. id been a regular at bear night for months now. i never realized how id been searching for people that look just like my dad... and now here he is, wearing nothing but a jock strap.

i leave the door open and approach him, leaning against the counter he was standing in front of. "you did a great job out there... all my friends told me how hot they thought you looked. i didn't know you had it in you, old man." i can't help but try to subtly rub against the counter as i stand there, looking at his exposed chest, his arms, his half lidded eyes.

"oh yeah?" he says, raising an eyebrow. he drops his voice, and it makes my stomach tingle. "what was your favorite part, kiddo?"

i stammered a bit as he took a step toward me. i think he could tell how flushed i was getting; i saw his eyes look down between my thighs when i kept shifting to rub them together. he was so close to me now, his breath smelling faintly like alcohol. "y-your dances were incredible. i never imagined you had the strength for that, the stamina to do it for so long, and uh," he was looking into my eyes, and his gaze is so intense i have to drop my glance to his lips, plump and slightly parted, and my resolve to not do anything stupid crumbled. how did i never realize that my type of man is my dad? "when you were grinding against those people, when you let them put bills right above your.... i just felt, i thought that was..."

he smiled, grabbing my fishnetted thigh harshly. i gasp, but i don't move away. "you don't need to tell me how you felt, son." he leaned down to get close to my face just a breath away. "i could always tell you were a slut for your dad's body."

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Not beating the allegations.

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