What do you think of the new episode? :)
hi!! i really enjoyed the episode! i have high hopes for this season, and i really can’t wait to see where it goes :’) what did you think?
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What do you think of the new episode? :)
hi!! i really enjoyed the episode! i have high hopes for this season, and i really can’t wait to see where it goes :’) what did you think?
hi i am alive (mostly) and wondering if anyone can help a british friend out with a livestream link for tonight
Seven Sentence Sunday
Thank you @lemonlyman-dotcom for the tag <3. Today's been shit and I don't have a banner that isn't the autopsy au but here's a little something from one of the spooning prompts by carlos-in-glasses that I'm writing for
There’s something intoxicating about it all, the way they seem to have a claim on each other without acknowledging it. Carlos finds he can’t get away from it. He’s far too in too quickly to be able to back out. He knows he will have to anyway and he thinks it may destroy him.
TK snuffles in his sleep and burrows into Carlos more and he instinctively tightens his arms around TK. If this is the only moment they get like this then Carlos wants to cherish it.
This doesn’t happen. TK comes over, they have spectacular sex, and then he’s out the door. TK doesn’t fall asleep in Carlos’ bed and lets him hold him the entire night. This is uncharted territory and Carlos finds himself getting dangerously attached to it.
Using the same tag list as my autopsy au snippets. Lemme know if you wanna be added or removed
If anyone needs me I’ll just be here watching this bit on a loop for the rest of time
actually @ every fanfiction writer whether you wrote something that got thousands of reblogs and comments and became a staple in your fandom, or you wrote one fic and deleted it, or you write mutilchaptered fics that never get a final update, or write short fics, or long fics, or used to write and now you don’t, or you deleted/orphaned your works, or you only share with friends:
thank you.
sharing your writing is hard. and sometimes it’s thankless. sometimes it’s such a negative experience that I wonder how anyone does it at all. but you are needed; you are wanted. whether or not we properly acknowledge it, you are a vital part of fandom culture. thanks for sharing.
Thank you for the tags @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @heartstringsduet @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @thisbuildinghasfeelings @orchidscript @whatsintheboxmh @paperstorm 💕
When they finish, TK collapses on top of Carlos, who wraps his arms around his husband’s slightly heaving back, holding him close while TK peppers sloppy kisses all over his face. He doesn’t pull out just yet, instead takes his time to examine Carlos’s face, undoubtedly feeling this new sense of deepened connection between them just as Carlos has felt all night. It’s all at once terrifying and exhilarating and, yet, somehow the steadiest he’s felt in his life.
They exchange hushed “I love you”s, no real need to be quiet in this private oasis they’ve built in this bed, but the moment is so intimate, just the two of them bare to each other, with TK still buried so deeply inside Carlos. Carlos is in awe, as ever, of the way TK’s eyes shine silver in the moonlight, how he sees him, all of him, sees through the layers of insecurity and avoidance, through his feelings of inadequacy and sees Carlos as a man worthy. Of his love, of his patience, of his life.
They kiss and kiss, soft and slow and syrupy, until the sweat is cooling on their skin and they make their way to the shower.
After, TK sits on Carlos’s hips and rubs his back, digging his fingers deep into the muscles of his shoulders and upper back. Carlos sighs gratefully, completely blissed out.
His mind wanders to the days shortly before their wedding, when TK had a family medical scare and they’d had to ponder what their life would be like if TK tested positive for Huntingtons, an incurable neurodegenerative disease. Carlos had told him that they would face it together, as a unit, as soulmates. That no matter what life dealt them they could take it as long as they were side by side. They did make a pretty great team. Internally he’d felt terrified at the prospect of losing TK, was incredibly overwhelmed with relief when the good news of the negative test result came through. He’s been struck by an overwhelming sense of gratefulness with every milestone they’ve had since then, the wedding, their birthdays, their first anniversary.
WIP WEDNESDAY
Thanks for the TAG! @thisbuildinghasfeelings @strandnreyes
And also TAG GAME TUESDAY. @chicgeekgirl89
I wish I could have done it, but I didn't have time haha
I couldn't make it to rewacth week because I was painting this and this.
(I have another one planned for 3×18)
And a time lapse of this
Thank you for tagging me @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @heartstringsduet @strandnreyes @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut!
I'm still working on my TK Babe/Baby project. I've finished about 12 lines so far with about 8 left to go!
This week, it just so happens that I recently finished two instances of baby that are quite relevant to this week's rewatch episodes!
The "Hi, baby." and "Baby, that's fantastic!" from the firehouse in 4x01!
Open tag and
Good Wednesday to you all! True to form, I’m bringing all the angst today…👀
“Did he tell you his name?” Carlos asks. He schools his tone, infuses so much softness into it just to mask the breathless jackhammer of his pulse. TK is quiet, hunched over on the couch with a spare basin clutched to his chest, head bent over it in case he needs to vomit again. It would be the third time tonight, by his own account, but the first since Paul brought him back home. The loft is quiet, the air so still it feels thin and difficult. The only cacophony is in Carlos himself, anguish and sympathy in the whir of his blood, fingers shaking as he rubs TK’s back. He swallows the rage at the back of his throat, pretends he cannot taste it, that it isn’t making his teeth ache.
But it is.
“Baby?” He prompts gently — so gently — and TK twists softly away from his touch. He looks small like this; depleted; withdrawn.
“Stop,” TK breathes, shaking his head with an audible swallow. Carlos halts immediately. “It’s gonna make me throw up.”
Carlos lifts his hand from TK’s back. He lowers it into his own lap instead and curls his fingers into a trembling fist. If only Carlos had been there tonight. Maybe all of this could have been avoided. Or maybe it couldn’t. Maybe he could have used this fist when it was needed, and the person who targeted his husband would never have gotten away.
No pressure tags under the cut 💛
Have you ever
No. i dont do shit
Havent seen you a lot here recently. So I hope you're doing okay!
Sending you some virtual love and hugs 🌻😊
hi! i haven't been doing great recently, so i've been mostly steering clear of tumblr. but thank you for thinking of me :') lots of love to you too 🫶✨
wip wednesfriday
because what even is sticking to a schedule
here’s just some sentences from a meant to be finished fic that i’ll share pretty soon. probably when I decide to stop adding to it and actually send it off for beta 🫣
“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”
“Once or twice I think,” TK laughs.
“That many?”
“Yeah,” he grins, pretending to count an imaginary amount with his fingers. Mouthing each number silently as he does so, and getting all the way up to seven before Carlos is shoving him in the chest as protest.
“You’re not funny.”
“Some would disagree Carlitos.”
“Ugh!” he groans “I thought I told you stop calling me that when we’re in bed.”
thanks for all the tags and sorry it’s so late! tagging you all back for the next wip day 🫶🏼
@strandnreyes @tellmegoodbye @sznofthesticks @whatsintheboxmh @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad
@alrightbuckaroo @heartstringsduet @reyesstrand @americansrequiems @fallout-mars
Ok so today I was on the bus with another trans guy and we were talking about how hard it is to get testosterone. The waiting lists, the price, all the doctors you have to go to, that kind of stuff. Except, we were calling it ’T’, like you do when you’re both closeted and in public.
Then suddenly the elderly lady sitting behind us was like ‘young men, either I’m going crazy or you both have never heard of supermarkets, they have shelves full of tea there! Do you need directions to one?’
To which my buddy starts to explain, because why not. ‘Well you see, we’re both trans, and… ’
The lady didn’t wait for him to finish his sentence. ‘Oh no, I don’t mind that at all! Now do you want to know how to get to a place that sells tea? I’m actually heading there right now!’
We let her take us to the supermarket. We let her show us, excitedly, where the tea was. We both bought loads.
This is beautiful
thanks for the wip wednesday tags @sznofthesticks @lemonlyman-dotcom @alrightbuckaroo @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @reyesstrand @fallout-mars @bonheur-cafe you're all in the queue <3 here's a little something i've been working on for a while
“Hi, Mrs. Walker. My name is TK. I’m going to start an IV for you if that’s okay with you,” TK asks the patient.
“You go right ahead, love. But please, call me Judy,” She insists.
As TK leans across to grab an IV kit from the bag, the chain around his neck slips forward, revealing his wedding ring, glinting in the morning light.
“That’s a lovely ring. How long have you been married, dear?” Judith asks him.
“Coming up six months next week, Wednesday.” TK beams back at her.
“A man who remembers his anniversary so well? Oh, your wife must just adore you.” Judy says.
“I like to think he does,” TK says, “See that cop over there, the cute one that keeps looking this way when he thinks I'm not looking? That’s my husband.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, dear. I shouldn’t have assumed. I hope I didn’t offend you. You kids have so much freedom today; it’s so wonderful to see, but it’s taking a bit to get used to. You’ll have to forgive me. If I could have my time over again, though…” Judy trails off, a sad, wistful expression across her face.
open tag cause i think everyone has already been tagged by now <3
WIP Wednesday
Hello everyone! I don't have a banner today because I am tired and at work, but I do have something to share.
This fic is one I mentioned earlier this week and have added a little bit to since. Enjoy Carlos spilling all of his menial beans to grumpy TK.
“But what did I do?”
TK's only response is to pout.
There is a silence that follows, thrumming with the energy of a bonfire that just caught a spark. It’s both filled with annoyance and confusion, but not malice which seems to settle Carlos’ heart a bit. However, TK's ice green eyes are still teeming with fire as he glares at his boyfriend, Carlos trying his hardest to keep his gaze as he searches for an answer that TK is too tense to give.
Even despite the lack of words exchanged, after a few moments Carlos finally gives in, face falling as he sighs. His shoulders slump in guilt, back bowed as he picks at a spot where their thin summer blanket is pilling. “Was it because I put your band tee in the dryer? Look I didn't realize it got mixed in with my black clothes and I swear I dried it on delicate so it didn't shrink and the print didn't get damaged at all.”
TK stops pouting and immediately sits up straighter. “You did what?”
As if he never said anything Carlos plows on.
“Or is it because I ate the last of your ice cream? I bought a new one, but I guess you noticed. You're always observant like that—”
“Carlos hold on—”
“Was it because I accidentally used your toothbrush that one time or put cilantro in the salsa verde yesterday or— oh,” Carlos comes to an abrupt halt from falling down his thought spiral and looks up from where he's started drawing erratic circles into the blanket. He takes a deep breath like he’s letting go of a heavy burden he’s been carrying for awhile.
“Look I'm sorry I went ahead and watched the next episode of Yellowjackets without you.”
Open tag! And tags and thanks under the cut 💜
wip wednesday!
hi. it's me! just pretend there's a banner. thank you for the tags @sznofthesticks @whatsintheboxmh @lemonlyman-dotcom @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad <33
also thank you @nancygillianmvp and @kiwichaeng for the music monday tags i missed
here is something i wrote the other time
TK’s breath hitches just looking at him, and the man smiles at him, wide and bright and beautiful, he thinks. So beautiful. Perhaps more beautiful than anyone TK has ever seen before. Their eyes meet for a second, then another. TK can’t pull his gaze away. It’s like he’s being pulled in by this man and his wide brown eyes. Cow eyes, his brain supplies helplessly. After what feels like a lifetime yet no longer than a split second, the man says, “Can I buy you a drink?” Oh, and TK’s whole body goes hot. “That’s not an English accent,” he replies, a little louder than usual over the beat of the music. The man flashes him a smile. “Nor is yours.” “American. I’m on vacation.” “Snap.”
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