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@neverthesamebird
I think we should figure out what age weāre living in now so we can say how itās collapsing to each other
Our age of plastics is collapsing
Our age of information is collapsing! *remembers generative AI, nods to self* our age of information is collapsing.
WIP Wednesday!
thank you to @carlos-in-glasses @actuallylemon @smallbirdrising for the tags! from Infinitely Yours:
His gaze whips to the cell across from him, newly occupied. His stomach turns at the sight of Sir Raymond with a whip in his hand, poised to strike. Catherine has fallen to the ground at his feet, shielded bravely by Cooper. Each has a pair of manacles around their wrists.
The tip of it slices through the air with a harrowing crack. Cooper falls to the ground, hand over his face. He cries out.
Catherine sobs. "WeāWe don't know anything! I swear!"
Carlos jumps to his feet. Without thinking, he bangs the restraints around his hands against the cell bars. "Hey!" he tries to shout, fury raging in him like a fire. These two are innocent. He won't see them hurt like this if he can help it.
"Wait your turn, Reyes," Sir Raymond says, cracking the whip in the air. "There's plenty more where that came from." He continues to bring the whip down on Cooper, who barely possesses the strength to lift his arm over his face.
Carlos doesn't relent. He makes a nuisance of himself, uncaring of the ache in his bones. His efforts cause a cacophony of metal until Raymond shouts in frustration. He throws the whip to the ground and marches into Carlos' cell. Carlos barely has any time to be pleased with himself before Raymond is pinning him against the wall by the throat.
"Think you're so clever, don't you?" Raymond spits. His fingernails dig into the skin, leaving sharp divots in their wake. "You're on borrowed time, Reyes. If I had it my way, the worms would've gotten you the night of the murder."
no pressure tags: @annoyingcloudearthquake @ladyknight1512 @morganaspendragonss @heartstringsduet @emsprovisions @alrightbuckaroo @henrygrass @reyesstrand @strandnreyes @guardian-angle22 @goodways @welcometololaland @whatmaydraws @ladyknight1512 @afiendishthingynisba and an Open Tag!
BAD NEWS: it will not be the same forever
GOOD NEWS: it will not be the same forever
WIP Wednesday
thanks to @carlos-in-glasses and @smallbirdrising for the tags! From Infinitely Yours (medieval au):
All of a sudden, a small object is being pressed into his hand. Cold. Circular. Carlos looks at it and gasps.
"Tyler," he says, searching for a way to explain the ring in his hand, "I didn't mean for you toā"
TK kisses him hard, shutting him up. He kisses until Carlos has run out of air, and is forced to inhale while still locked against TK's lips. One of his favorite thingsāto breathe TK in. He doesn't think about when he'll get this next.
"Ask me," TK murmurs against his lips. He tastes of salt. They both do.
He hesitates. This isn't how he wanted it. It's nothing like he pictured. There's supposed to be a creek and a sunset and birds chirping overhead. They're supposed to be deliriously happy, not... not this. Not trapped in an impossible situation.
"I... I don't..."
"Ask me," TK pleads, voice growing stronger. "You know the answer, baby. Just say it." His hands tremble against Carlos' face, his neck. He's desperate for this in a way Carlos hasn't seen before. "I'll only let you do this if you promise meā" he closes Carlos' fingers as best he can around the ringā "that this is our future. Our only future."
Pretty late so I won't be tagging anyone, but thanks for reading!
Have good other-life-crazy-sleep, Grace.
Chapter 3 of No One Gets Left Behind is coming soon! And here we have a little bit of reeling from the thing I don't want to spoil:
Inside the honky-tonk, to the tune of the band playing Suspicious Minds while the line dancing really gets going, Carlos insists on paying for the whole round of drinks, rinsing his wallet by leaving Ricky a huge tip.
Joeās eyebrows raise. āHoo. Okay, big spender.ā
āForget about it.ā Carlos shrugs. āItās the least I could do.ā
āYouāre not the one who caused anything to go down, here.ā Judd casts a furious glance over at the husband and wife, who sneer back at him. āThey should be the ones buying us drinks.ā
āI wouldnāt drink anything they bought me if my throat was on fire,ā Owen says.
āProbably not a great idea to drink alcohol if your throatās on fire anyway,ā Joe ponders.
āI just hope Jonahās okay,ā Carlos says quietly.
But Owen hears him over the music and pats Carlos on the back. āAh, heās out there bouncing his little heart out. Doesnāt have a care in the world.ā
āI donāt know.ā Carlos sighs and pushes his pointer finger against the scuffed bar where the cherry lacquer has flaked away. āHe feels things so deeply. Just like TK. Even when he doesnāt really understand what the feeling is.ā
āKids are resilient,ā Judd tells him. āJonahās resilient. I mean, that boy has been through a lot worse than encountering..." he throws a thumb over his shoulder and shouts, "MR. AND MRS. ASSHAT over there!ā
And even though Mr. and Mrs. Asshat probably couldnāt hear Judd, Carlos finds himself breaking into a laugh that he needs like medicine.
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youāre laughing. i told you a joke and youāre laughing. i love you
911 Lone Star: Road Kill (4x09)
(insp.)
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thank you to @carlos-in-glasses @ladyknight1512 and @actuallylemon for the tags! here is another whumpy snippet from the kindred spirit sequel, which I have decided to name Infinitely Yours!
The door to the chamber opens, then slams shut as soon as TK steps through. He puts a hand against the wood, and suddenly roots grow out from it, sealing it from the inside. Banging ensues as the guard requestsāas respectfully as possible in this situationāfor TK to open the door.
Carlos can't help the relief that floods him, though it is matched by panic and guilt in equal measure. Slowly, the man he would give his entire heart toāthe man he has failedāturns around and faces him.
TK's expression crumples in an instant. "Carlos," he gasps.
Carlos hangs his head. "You... you shouldn't be here," he says, although it's more of a whimper with the way his voice trembles. He hates himself for the tears that drip from his eyes. He never wanted TK to see him this wayāa weakened failure of a man.
TK is at his side in an instant, cupping his face. "What have they done to you?" he asks, voice eerily quiet with anger.
Only then does Carlos entertain the idea that TK's rage might not be pointed towards him. It's made easier to believe by the way TK is caressing his cheek and the devastated expression he wears.
A lump is steadily forming in his throat. "You shouldn't be here," he says again. "It isn't... it isn't safe."
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people always talk about the doomed love timeloop when they talk about hadestown. look i love that shit as much as the next homosexual but can we please talk about the revolutionary politics. genuinely one of the best anticapitalist pieces of art of the 21st century. can we watch act 2 with our brains please
you don't even have a dog
mark, my words. *mark brings me my dictionary* thank you mark
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May I please have 1 everything
Noah's Ark if every animal reproduced asexually
Interesting I like it
No One Gets Left Behind
E, 20k. Chapters 1 of 5 now on Ao3.
TK and Carlos take Jonah on a night out to a very special place when the honky-tonk hosts a family-friendly event, but even while surrounded by all their closet friends, not everyone is happy to see them. When disaster strikes, Jonah unexpectedly becomes the eveningās hero.
Chapter 1: Kisses for Breakfast
āWhatās happened, mijo?ā Andrea asks. Sheās wandered over, catching the tail of the conversation, and finds herself with a little nieto cuddling into her.
āThere was a mean man,ā Jonah says.
A squeeze to TKās shoulder makes him jump, but itās only his own dad here to find out whatās going on.
āA guy confronted you in front of Jonah?ā Owen asks.
āLook. I donāt want to make a huge deal out of this,ā TK says, and turns to Carlos. āI just think we have to watch our backs a little, babe. Iām sorry.ā
āWhat do you have to be sorry for?ā Carlos stares at TK with a face like stone, a living boulder about to crush its way down a hillside.
āI justāā
āNo.ā Carlos slides off his barstool cooly. His cowboy boots clink as his feet meet the floor.
āBabe?ā
āThis is our place, and our night, with our family. Just as much as anyone elseās.ā
Read on Ao3
Happy belated birthday to jolly old @thisbuildinghasfeelings, who once said to me: āIām emotional over the three of them going for a night out together.ā And that lit a little spark that became this fic, on the theme of āreturning to important placesā. Lemonās beautiful fic on the same theme is here: more than just an ordinary pain
how it feels to read 85 pages of a book in one sitting
sunday scaries (i feel like this everyday)
