just got diagnosed as your soulmate…

911 Lone Star: Yee-Haw (1x02) | A House Divided (4x16)

(insp.)

BECAUSE I AM BEING PERSECUTED

PLEASE REBLOG FOR VIZ

Tarlos Wedding Celebration Event [Week 15] -> tarlos + colors -> rainbow of clothes

Rafael Silva via Instagram Stories - April 25, 2024.

Live To Tell

In 2019, TK Strand is struggling. Reeling from his most recent relapse, an encounter with an eerie stranger alters the course of his life forever. He spends a harrowing eighteen hours as a missing person, and what happens that night creates a domino effect that follows him years into the future.

In 2023, as TK settles into a beautiful life — sober and healthy — with his soulmate, Carlos Reyes, the monster from his past comes back out of nowhere.

And this time, he’s coming for both of them…

Chapter One

Chapter Two (Coming Soon)...

Heed the tags

💛

which is definitely not an omen

Artwork for the Fic:

all of my wildest dreams just end up with you and me

Commission for Rachel@sznofthesticks♡thank you!

Made for this artwork♡

Romance Novel cover

TK's socks pattern

Missing Moments

Season Three

A series of canon compliant tags and a continuing storyline that follows along with the show but digs deeper into TK and Carlos’s relationship, their individual struggles, and the love they build together.

Find links to individual stories below, or read the whole collection at the link above.

3x1 - Imperfect pieces pulling at the glue (T)

3x2 - Up in smoke (E)

3x3 - Wayfaring stranger (T)

3x4 - Homeward bound (T)

3x5 - Reconstruction (M)

3x6 - All these sacred melodies (E)

3x7 - Everest to Mariana (E)

3x8 - "You have one new message..." (E)

season one fics season two fics

Thank you for kicking us off & for the tag @thisbuildinghasfeelings !!! 💕 There is such a plethora of early season three fics that I’ve decided to stick to one specific theme.

Break Up AUs

watching from the sidelines by @maxbegone TK tries to be friends with Carlos after the breakup. Feeling like he ruined their relationship, he’s maybe a little too supportive in his efforts to push Carlos to date someone new. Angsty and soft!

Blood on the tracks, fire in the hills by kessthenorthface I will scream to anybody who will listen about this fic for the rest of my life!!! This fic is so angsty and gritty and gorgeous. Ahh!! I left my first comment on this fic! Set 15 months after the breakup, Carlos is now a detective and he’s dating the qb for the Houston Texans. TK has been working tirelessly to pay off his debts and build up his credit, trying to better himself since the breakup. They’re thrown back together when they’re both called to a murder scene and Carlos enlists TK’s help catching a killer who’s targeting young gay men in ATX.

A safe distance by @tailoredshirt TK risks his life to save Carlos, his ex-boyfriend, during a mass shooting incident. Poor TK is left traumatized and agonizes over how/if he should talk to Carlos. Very angsty and juicy!

The Sex Pollen Incident by @hoko-onchi-writes The 126 + Carlos respond to a scene where sex pollen has been released (I’m not at all familiar with this trope!) and of course TK & Carlos breathe it in and need to bang it out. The actual emergency response is really exciting, the TNT dynamics are on point. This one is fun and funny and gives us a really sweet look into both TK and Carlos’s mindsets during the breakup. And then there’s a lotta hot sex 😂

you make me live now, honey by @ithilien-writes Carlos reconnects with Iris during the breakup and she’s the one who ends up moving into the loft. A very well done exploration into what could have happened if Iris came back in season three, and imo the way the show should have done it!!

I Swear I Love You (Te Juro Que Te Amo) by @never-blooms Ex-Mas!!! Noche Buena takes a turn when Andrea invites TK to the party. An absolutely stunning fic!!! I love a good Nocha Buena story and this one was so warm and full of everything I would expect: family, nosy siblings and aunties, chisme, delicious food and so much music!

The Ruins of Wonderland by @carlos-in-glasses Canon divergence wherein the winter storm does not hit, and TK and Carlos both attend Nancy’s 126 hang. In true Cig style this one is devastatingly angsty wrapped up in beautiful descriptive prose and ends with hilarious sex mishaps. I laughed out loud. I died…

Tagging the above authors if they’d like to play and also @paperstorm @herefortarlos @vineofroses @bonheur-cafe @ladytessa74 @literateowl @toomanycupsoftea @reyesstrand @lightningboltreader @liminalmemories21 @heartstringsduet @guardian-angle22 @certifiedflower @noxsoulmate @nancygillianmvp @sznofthesticks @morganaspendragonss @chicgeekgirl89 and OPEN TAG 🏷️

I am so honored that @carlos-in-glasses has written me into her new fic I Was Thinking About Your Mouth 🥰🍋🥰

RAFAEL SILVA via IG Stories - April 24, 2024

CIGGIE SMALLS

A very important question for you

If you were a whale, what kind of whale would you be? You may choose whether or not to explain your answer.

Thank you for this question Lemon! I’d be a sperm whale. Top heavy and a little awkward. Misunderstood. Especially when it comes to what my head contains. Goo that makes light.

Thanks to @carlos-in-glasses, @sznofthesticks, @bonheur-cafe, @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad,

@whatsintheboxmh, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @thisbuildinghasfeelings,

@cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @ladytessa74, and @sanjuwrites for the tags!

To tide you over until tomorrow:

“Fine!” T.K. says. “Yes. It is the guy from the other night. His name is Carlos and he’s APD. Happy?” “Carlos what?” Marjan asks. T.K. stares at her. “What do you mean Carlos what?” “What’s his last name?” she says. When he doesn’t answer she sets down her spoon. “You do know his last name, right?” “I—“  “Are you sure he’s real?” Mateo asks, adding more cheese to his chili. “Could be a catfish situation.” “Catfish?” Owen asks, looking confused. “You think T.K. is talking to a fish that lives in muddy water?” Judd shakes his head. “I’ll explain it later Cap.” “I am not being catfished,” T.K. says. “He’s a real guy. A nice guy,” he adds. “Ooooh you’re smitten,” Paul says with a grin. “I am not smitten!” T.K. cries.

Open tag because it's late!

wip wednesday

(im so sorry i had to repost this 😭😭)

thanks to @carlos-in-glasses, @heartstringsduet, @sznofthesticks, @bonheur-cafe, @paperstorm, and @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut for the tag!!

agent reyes the man that you are 🫶

The moment they breach the warehouse, Carlos realizes they’re woefully underprepared, with backup nowhere in sight. Cunningham’s men are on them almost immediately, and Carlos is pulling his gun from his holster before he even processes it.

He sticks to the corner, climbing up a fire escape ladder and picking off agents from the back with the rifle strapped to his back. He tries to aim for a knee or a shoulder, trying to keep the carnage to a minimum. 

It isn’t long before these assholes realize who is shooting out people, and there’s a group of agents heading straight for Carlos, seemingly ready to pull Carlos off the ladder and put him down. Carlos shoots as many people as he can before he ditches the rifle, scaling down the ladder. 

Carlos drops to the floor, kicking his leg out, taking the man down in front of him, sending the other man’s gun scattering. He heaves as he stands up, clutching his side as he holds the agent down by the heel of his foot on his shoulder. “Are you going to stay down, or do I need to knock you out?”

The guy rests his head back on the floor, closing his eyes. Well, that answers that, Carlos thinks. 

He swoops down and picks up the asshole’s gun, wincing as it pulls at his ribs. He rolls his shoulders back and clicks the safety on, holstering it before taking stock around the room. 

Paul’s posted on the top edge, sniping people as quick as he can, and Grace is posted safely behind him, holding a gun of her own. Nancy and Marjan are fighting people back to back, and Carlos can see that the number of people they’re fighting are dwindling, due to Paul and his efforts. Carlos lets his guard down a little, pulling a smaller service weapon and clicking the saftey off.

no pressure tags below!

@theghostofashton, @birdclowns, @chicgeekgirl89, @strandnreyes, @lightningboltreader, @liminalmemories21, @alrightbuckaroo, @fallout-mars, @honeybee-taskforce, and @reyesstrand

thank you all for the tags today! I feel like I'm late, but hopefully this rather long snippet will make up for it. Just some more of my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic (upcoming in September, roughly), the Great War AU I keep teasing and (under the cut) a little Tarlos snippet for all y'all who keep holding out that one day I'll get my shit together.

Someone start playing Science Fiction Double Feature ;)

Henry tilted his head, considering. He pinched his lower lip in his teeth as he thought. Eventually, he shook his head and held it back out to Alex. Alex took it back. “You don't need another bookmark, Hen?” Henry shrugged, then reached for his slate. It doesn’t feel right taking something like that. “Why not?” I don’t believe either. “Well, then it’s no good to either of us.” Alex tucked it into his front shirt pocket. “I don’t even know what she does either.” Alex huffed a laugh, then made a face at Henry. “I should’ve paid better attention to catechism, but in my defense, the incense made me sleepy.” Henry laughed again – a bright, hiccuping sort of sound. It inspired a bubbling feeling in Alex’s chest, giddy and golden. An English rose flush bloomed in the apples of Henry’s cheeks, his freckles glowing to life across his nose. Between the rumpled collar of his shirt, the flop of sandy hair across his forehead, Henry was a far cry from the shivering, vacant man from the night before. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want,” Alex teased. “I don’t know what you know, but I know all of it and en español.” He watched Henry erase the slate with his sleeve. “I’ve seen you reading in French, so maybe that’s not all that impressive.” Henry scribbled for a moment, then showed him. It is impressive, but I only know one thing of her’s. “Oh? What’s that?” Her last words. Henry frowned and erased, then rewrote. I used them in a poem once. Alex blinked. “You write poetry?” I write. Mostly poetry. Sometimes stories. “My sister’s a writer too, but she never shows me anything.” Alex picked his next words carefully, winnowing down the large list of questions to a single most pressing one. He motioned for the chalk, which Henry gave him immediately. Alex wiped the blackboard clean, then wrote as neatly as he could: What were her last words?

And now for the Tarlos Peeps:

“Well, at least there is someone instead of no one, ma’am, because before I got here it was definitely no one,” Carlos snapped, then felt cold with regret. Silence hung on the phone line. Carlos swallowed tightly. “Ma’am, I’m sorry. That was unprofessional and completely uncalled—.” “What’s your name?” Her calmness took Carlos back. A perfect one hundred and eighty shift from her rant moments before.  He took a breath. “Carlos Reyes, ma’am.” “And you’re a detective?” “Yes, ma’am. In missing persons.” Carlos paused, but she seemed to be waiting for more. “I was a patrol cop for four years. I’ve been doing this for the last five months.” Ms. Morgan hummed on the other end of the line, considering. Her file said she was a lawyer. She probably had questions lined up for miles, on stand by for the eventual cross examination she’d give him. “Why do you care about TK’s case?” “Why shouldn’t I?” Carlos answered simply. “He’s someone, same as any other person that comes across my desk.” “Do a lot of people come across your desk, Detective Reyes?” “More than I thought, but less than if I was on murder squad.” It was blunt, but it was the honest truth. “But why him?” She pressed further. “You’ve got other cases to look into? Other people and other families who have cases that are more urgent, more actionable, whatever.” She took a beat, a small breath. “Out of all of them, and everyone else, why TK?” “That’s a fair question, ma’am,” Carlos began.

thank you for the tags @firenati0n @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

@freneticfloetry @cha-melodius @whatsintheboxmh

@three-drink-amy @paperstorm @bonheur-cafe

@kiwiana-writes @heartstringsduet @carlos-in-glasses.

no pressure tags to @alrightbuckaroo @rmd-writes

@welcometololaland @dumbpeachjuice @clottedcreamfudge

@inexplicablymine @smc-27 @strandnreyes @iboatedhere

@sparklepocalypse @cricketnationrise @14carrotghoul and @seanchaidh7

wip wednesday

thank you to @carlos-in-glasses @bonheur-cafe @paperstorm @heartstringsduet @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

@whatsintheboxmh @lemonlyman-dotcom @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @strandnreyes for the tags <3

The track is exactly where Google Maps says it’ll be, just about ten minutes away from the gym. TK parks his rental car in the empty parking lot and reaches for his water bottle. He’s antsy, in a way he thought he was safe from for a bit longer. His skin itches as if to prove his point, the thought of driving back home and parking himself on the couch feeling laughably insufficient for what he needs right now. He’d waited for Carlos to get into the shower before leaving the locker room, still not quite sure what he’d said. It feels like every word that’s left has mouth has been the wrong one, has rubbed at Carlos in a way he definitely didn’t mean. TK doubts he’s going to get anything from him on exactly what he said wrong. He wonders if it’s nothing at all, if Carlos is just like this now, teenage sweetness and unbridled excitement calcified into a wall between him and the rest of the world. TK takes a breath and kills the engine when he’s parked in what seems to be the lot of a high school. The tracks usually stay open, which he was kind of counting on when he had the idea to drive here. Practice ended over an hour ago, but he doesn’t feel finished. His body craves something else, still has some left over energy he doesn’t know what else to do with. He lets himself in through the gate and stares at the dimly-lit track. A month ago, his life looked completely different. Busy city streets and a coach he couldn’t find any more ways to please. Going to the gym every day convinced only that he’d be leaving that evening learning some new way he could be pushed beyond his limit. Anything’s better than that. He lets it be the only thought left in his head when he steps into the furthest lane from center and takes off.

leaving an open tag for anyone that wants to share!