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rainbowskittle · 6 days

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We need Tommy Begins!!!

We need Ravi Begins!!!

We need Josh Begins!!!

We need Christopher Begins!!!

We need May Begins!!!

We need Tarlos and Buddie to hang out together in LA!!!

We need pride parade of all the couples together!!!

We need all the mains to have begins .. again! I don’t know love the flashback stories just as much as I love the now story.

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trkstrnd · 11 months

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Neurodivergent 126 anon here. I'd love to hear your thoughts on tarlos and Mateo!

hi anon i cannot believe i didn’t see this sooner but i would love to give you in depth examples of my opinions!!!

disclaimer: i am not a medical or psychiatric professional. do not use my posts or statements as means of diagnosis or medical advice. i am simply a person who struggles with mental illness/neurodivergence and am headcanoning characters that make me happy/that i relate to!!

that being said!! yes!!

mateo:

i firmly believe that mateo is autistic just based off of his social awareness. i know he’s canonically dyslexic, which, according to a quick google search, is strongly associated with autism. also, canonically, he’s an outcast, people look down on him, think he’s stupid, or slow, when really, he looks at things incredibly literally. i think we really see this in 1.07, with his struggles with his exam, finding a safe person inside a safe space and heavily relying on that routine of answering questions with marjan, then being thrown into a completely different situation that he was expecting just to panic. plus, when he got in there, the captain asked him if he needed anything to drink and mateo answered honestly, which got the sentiment of, “it’s sarcasm, einstein.” which is such mateo wasn’t even wrong to assume. in situations like this, before, he’s had people who cared, and he is trying his hardest to relate back to the past experiences he’s had, since most of the time he’s flying blind socially.

plus, mateo is really bad with the non-verbal communication as well. the main time i think about this is the last scene with the 126 in 3.18. when the boys were going to announce that they were engaged, but everyone figured it out before hand, EXCEPT MATEO, because to him, there’s nothing different. it’s just a 126 hang where people want to talk beforehand. he constantly has to be clued in.

plus, he was raised a loner, easily influenced by the actions of others. he feels incredibly strongly but doesn’t know how to express it and reach out. all of this was with marvin. messy room, bad actions, not being able to handle grief, being a “problem child.” they’re all autistic traits.

mateo, to me, is almost textbook autistic, but lmk what y’all think!!

tk:

truthfully, i haven’t done as much research on adhd as i have with asd, but from what i’ve read, it fits for tk very well. i honestly think part of it is why he gets along with carlos so much. tk is very all over the place, except for when he’s working or passionate about something. he’s able to fixate on one thing, and let all the others go for those moments (work, foosball, lou). he also tends to let things in his personal life show much more. he wears his heart on his sleeve. when he was upset owen was depressed, his mom’s passing, his sobriety being tested, issues with carlos, all manifest in places that there should be complete focus, but he has trouble focusing his attention on something unless it is the most important thing to him in that moment, which it often isn’t.

also, he’s impulsive!! i mean, who takes home a lizard from a guys leg?? he often does what he thinks is right no matter the circumstance, like in 2.08 when he goes for the alarm, 1.03 when he follows marjan into the corn despite judd’s orders, the bar fight in the same ep, 2.01 going after the person with the crossbow almost alone until judd offered backup, stealing a firetruck to find his dad, walking out on carlos, pushing carlos when he had nowhere else to place his anger at the situation, breaking up with carlos, you get my point. he struggles with emotional regulation and it manifests in impulsive behavior.

plus, he sucks at sleeping. ex: 3.13, 3.18.

okokokok

carlos:

boy oh boy have i saved the best for last because there’s a REASON i kin him ok.

all rise for the president of autistic carlos nation: me.

carlos is closer to what common folk would call ‘mildly’ autistic (which is not a term i indorse. everyone has different needs and they do not dictate the severity of a disability!!!) he has lower support needs, and because of this, when he was younger and he voiced them to his family, he was met with the cold shoulder.

look i will be a gabriel reyes defender until the day i die and i will never forgive tim for what he did to my favorite dad ever but this is not to say he didn’t have faults because he did!!! and they have a lot to do with how carlos’s autism presents itself.

many people with lower support needs go undiagnosed for years, and because of this they fall into this pit of isolation from their friends and family, and sometimes, themselves. carlos was constantly being reprimanded for being too soft (likely intense, overwhelming feelings, when he was younger. meltdowns.) he didn’t get the support from his family that he needed, so he isolated even more, leading him to believe there was something wrong with him. he couldn’t get along with his sisters because of the age gap, his dad constantly cared for him but in a way that made carlos second guess every decision he made, from coming out to joining apd.

again, he stayed pretty much a loner through childhood. in school, he said all he had was iris, and his shame and mask forced him to make the decision he did when they graduated. he married her because he needed to keep himself from being the burden he perceived himself as for /having needs/.

autistic people tend to take things literally, jump to conclusions. he never asked his parents how they felt after he came out. he just assumed they hated him and tried to soothe that by marrying iris and disregarding himself once again.

it’s why every time he expresses a need, it’s in the form of an argument, or when someone else is upset with him, he brushes it off because his feelings don’t matter because they never have. he masks so much that he almost broke up with tk because he kept brushing off his frustration (2.04), and he held his tongue for so long that he exploded and sounded like an anshole (3.13). he didn’t even tell tk he didn’t want kids until the issue was forced, and i want to highlight how good tk is for him because carlos didn’t run away from the discussion and let tk have whatever he wanted, he recognized the conversation as the collaboration it was!

he has an intense need for routine, he stims all the time (hand rubbing), he tends to have explosive bouts of emotion from masking so long, and he only truly opens up to tk. tk takes care of all of the social stuff, too! carlos’s entire friend group is tk’s friends. tk talks during catan, socializes, while carlos takes on the big, rehearsed speeches.

getting to see him open up with the right person over the last four years has been an absolute delight, and i cannot wait for more.

anyways that’s all for now! if you have any questions about these or others feel free to ask, and if you’re curious about my other neurodivergent 126 hcs, you can check them out here!!

i will forever believe in autistic carlos thank u

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thebumblecee · 7 months

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Cee’s Art Masterlist (2nd edition)

Tumblr ate the first one

1-6 of the hand painted Hands Series

Hand painted Tamale deleted scene

Hand painted Season One TK

Digital

Seeing their universe for the first time

That’s where his face goes

Let’s have some fun

Pumpkin spice Tarlos

The Lovers

Nanteo

Puppy Snuggles

TK’s Wedding Night

That’s his baby!

Sometimes love is black and white

Mythology pt 1

Bubbles

Cutie patooties

Untitled: uniform

Yellow hoodie kiss

John Wick Au Masquerade Ball Scene

Carlos: baby boy

Paul: King Shit

Marjan

Lou II

Scooby Gang

Eyes of Tarlos

They’re Married

Couch cuddle

#Cee speaks #911 lonestar #126 fire fam #126 firefam #digital art #911ls fan art #911ls fanart #911 lone star #911 lone star fan art #MASTERPOST OF ART #tumblr do not eat this one I need it #also I am so sorry I didn’t realise there was so many and I’ve been terrorising them fandom for so long lmao #I’ve probably missed something

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introvertedsince89 · 1 year

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Ok FOX I’m going to need you to give us all of the bloopers for that sex doll scene

Think of it of aa a Valentines gift to the fandom before we are emotionally destroyed by episode 4

#please FOX give us this #911 lone star #tk strand #carlos reyes #126 firefam #owen strand #nancy gillian #judd ryder #mateo chavez #tommy vega #paul strickland #marjan marwani

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chicgeekgirl89 · 11 months

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Happy Campers

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: Carlos Reyes, T.K. Strand, Paul Strickland, Judd Ryder, Mateo Chavez

Rating: T

Summary: When the boys of the 126 decide to spend a weekend camping in the wilderness they're sure they are well prepared for any challenges they might face. Three firefighters, a paramedic, and a cop. What could possibly go wrong?

For the @badthingshappenbingo prompt: Poison/Venom

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“Hey! Mateo! D’you put the blue cooler in here?” Judd yelled, eyeing the back of the SUV.

“Yeah, that’s what you said to do,” Mateo said, popping his head up from the bag of fishing gear he was arranging.

“Yeah, I know what I said, but you gotta put a towel down or something first in case it leaks,” Judd said, pulling it back out again and reaching for a spare beach towel. “See? Keeps it from ruining the floor mats.”

“I thought the point of floor mats was to keep the floor clean,” Mateo said. “What’s the point of covering up the covering?”

“Dude’s got a point,” Paul said, bringing his duffle and fishing rod over. “Where does it end?”

“Look, all I’m sayin’ is, Grace very graciously offered up her car for the weekend so we could all drive together and we need to be respectful,” Judd said, carefully placing Pauls’ duffle alongside the cooler.

“So she doesn’t murder you?” Mateo asked.

Judd nodded. “Exactly.”

“Seems like a good choice then,” Carlos said, handing Judd one of the tent kits so he could continue his game of car packing Jenga.

This camping trip had been an offhand idea at the bar one night and steadily gained steam as they all managed to find time off to get them an extended weekend out in the wilderness. They had prepped and planed for weeks and they were all excited to hike and fish and sleep out under the stars.

“Whoa, whoa whoa,” Judd said, holding out a hand as T.K. started to climb in. “You ain’t bringing coffee in this car.”

T.K. looked down at the travel mug in his hand. “It’s herbal tea.”

“Water only. No snacks,” Judd warned them all.

“No snacks?!” Mateo cried “What’s the point of even going if we can’t have road snacks?”

“Listen, unless you’re going to pay for the detailing, nobody is eatin’ or drinkin’ anything other than clear liquids in this car,” Judd said firmly.

“Judd, let the man have his tea,” Grace said as she came out the front door, work bag in hand. “Lord knows he’s gonna need some sustenance for this weekend.”

“I keep telling you we’re gonna be fine,” Judd insisted.

“Mhmm,” Grace said. “So, no ladies this trip?”

“We asked,” Mateo said with a shrug. “They all said ‘hell no.’ I think has to do with the bugs and the dirt.”

“Yeah judging by the character of your ladies, I’m gonna guess it was less about that and more about them not wanting to be around you fools in the wilderness,” Grace said knowingly. “Carlos, you’re going to keep these boys in check the next couple of days, right?”

“Yes ma’am,” Carlos said. “I’ll make sure they get home safe.”

“We don’t need a babysitter,” Paul said closing the trunk of the SUV. “We know exactly what we’re doing.”

“Uh huh,” Grace said skeptically. “Forgive me if don’t think a bunch of city boys can handle themselves in the wilderness.”

“Hey,” T.K. said, “I spent six summers at camp.”

“And some of us ain’t city boys,” Judd said.

“Oh, baby, I know you think you are Bear Grylls, but you grew up in a suburban neighborhood with a white picket fence just like the rest of us. Just cuz you’ve lived in Texas your whole life doesn’t make you a country boy,” Grace said, patting his chest and giving him a peck on the lips. “Ya’ll be safe now, I’m serious.”

“We’ll be just fine,” Paul assured her. “It’s a state park, there will be plenty of other people around. Safe as can be.”

“It better be,” Grace said as she gave them a wave and hopped into Judd’s truck to head to work.

“All right, let’s load up,” Judd ordered. “If we’re gonna make camp before nightfall we need to get a move on.”

“Shotgun!” Mateo yelled, barreling through them all to get to the front seat.

Even with the extra space of the SUV they were a little cramped. Carlos had volunteered for the middle seat and T.K. and Paul were squished in on either side of him, their knees all knocking around as they tried to find a comfortable position.

Carlos ended up pressing his thigh firmly against T.K.’s in an effort to give Paul a little more personal space, but from the look on his boyfriend’s face, he didn’t seem to mind.

“Should we be offended that your wife thinks we’re not going to survive?” Paul asked as they pulled out of the driveway.

“Nah,” Judd said. “She just underestimates our wilderness skills.”

Personally Carlos was also dubious about their collective wilderness skills. He and Judd had both spent time on family ranches growing up, but the rest of the group were full blown city boys. None of them were truly outdoorsmen in any sense of the word. But the park was well known and they weren’t planning to camp in a particularly remote area. They had a first aid kit and nearly thirty years of first responder training if you added them all together. Nevertheless, Carlos couldn’t help but feel like they might end up calling it quits early.

Despite his trepidation he was looking forward to the weekend. He and T.K. hadn’t seen much of each other lately, work had been crazy for both of them, and his dad had sprained an ankle, so he’d been spending extra time helping out at his parents’ house. It would be nice to have some time together, even if their friends were around too.

“Anybody want jerky?” Mateo pulled a bag out of his backpack, wiggling it back and forth.

Judd glared at him. “What did I say about snacks in the car?”

“Jerky’s not a snack, it’s sustenance,” Mateo told him calmly, offering the bag to the backseat.

Paul eyed it warily. “I’m good.”

��T.K.?”

“Not sure it goes with my tea,” T.K. told him, holding up his mug.

Mateo looked expectantly at Carlos who dutifully reached in and took a piece. He took a bite and immediately regretted it. The thing tasted like dog food, and he had an immediate urges to spit it out, but he forced himself to chew instead. “What do you think?” Mateo asked. “Made it myself. Learned how on TikTok.”

Carlos swallowed. “It’s uh, an interesting flavor.”

Mateo smiled and took a big bite of his own piece. “It’s my proprietary spice blend.”

“Well it smells like ass, so close it back up,” Judd told him as he pulled onto the highway.

“Our friends are fun, aren’t they?” T.K. asked with a smile.

“Pretty sure they were your friends first,” Carlos teased, stealing a sip of T.K.’s tea to try and rid his mouth of the jerky flavor.

“And now we’re family, so you’re stuck with us,” Paul told him with a grin.

Lots of teasing, a few arguments about music choices, and one bathroom stop later they arrived at Bastrop State Park. Judd insisted on parking as far away from everyone else as possible to try and spare Grace any dings or scratches, which resulted in an extra long hike to their campsite with all their gear.

“Nuh uh,” Paul said as Carlos began setting up the tent he’d brought himself and T.K. “You put that tent on the far side of this clearing. We don’t want to hear any shenanigans ya’ll get up to tonight.”

Carlos felt his face flame but tried to laugh it off. “Paul, we’re out in the wilderness and we just spent an hour dragging all this gear in here. I don’t think anybody is going to be up for anything tonight except going to sleep.”

Paul paused putting up his own tent and put his hands on his hips. “I’ve only known T.K. for about five minutes longer than you’ve known him, but the dude is definitely always ‘up’ for you.”

Carlos had thought his face was red already but now it felt like the surface of the sun. “I—“

“Hey babe.” T.K. appeared, his hand immediately going Carlos’ shoulder. “Did we bring sunscreen?”

“Yeah it’s in my backpack,” Carlos told him.

“Oh, great,” T.K. said, leaning in and capturing his lips in something that was far more than a polite peck and definitely not quite appropriate for the company they were in. T.K.’s smirk was at a ten when he pulled back. “Thanks.”

“Yeah,” Carlos said, his head a little fuzzy as T.K. went in search of the backpack. His eyes found Paul, who sent him an I-told-you-so look. Carlos swallowed and reached for the tent poles. “I’ll just…”

“Mmhmm,” Paul smiled and pointed. “All the way over there.”

The got the tents up and the campsite settled as darkness began to fall. Mateo had started a fire; it turned out the two years of boy scouts he’d participated in during middle school were handy for something after all.

Dinner was courtesy of Grace, packets of meat and cheese and vegetables wrapped in tin foil and cooked in the fire. Paul and Judd were busy wrangling some sticks to roast marshmallows and T.K. was cuddled into Carlos’ side, a blanket wrapped around them both to ward off the chill of the night air.

“I am not singin’ Kumbaya with you,” Judd said as Mateo mentioned it for the third or fourth time, clearly trying to get a rise out of him.

“Just one round,” Mateo said. “It’ll be a bonding activity.”

“I’m about as bonded to you as i want to be,” Judd told him. “Now take this stick and start on some marshmallows.”

Before long s’mores were in production and they were swapping tales of their most ridiculous calls, each more wild than the last.

“Bees?” Paul asked incredulously as Carlos finished up a story he would never have believed if he hadn’t seen it himself.

“Bees,” Carlos confirmed. “It was terrible.”

“I once had a teenager who tried to deep fry his hand,” T.K. told them.

“His hand?” Mateo asked in horror. “I mean I did some stupid stuff back in the day, but nothing that stupid.”

“It was very stupid,” T.K. said. “Kind of put me off corn dogs permanently.”

“Yeah I can see that,” Judd said, pulling another gooey marshmallow off his stick.

“I had to save an alligator from a four story walk up,” Paul told them.

That got everyone’s attention. “An alligator? In Chicago?” Mateo asked incredulously.

“Illegal pets are big business,” Carlos said knowledgeably. “Is that what happened?”

“Yep,” Paul said. “Building was on fire and the dude refused to leave unless we took the ‘gator with us. Called her ‘Cookie.’”

Judd shook his head as they all laughed. “Some people are just plumb crazy. Ain’t a thing you can do about it.” He checked his watch and got to his feet. “All right boys, time to turn in,” he said. “Fish are gonna be up early. And I would like to take this time to remind everyone that these tents are thin and nobody should do anything that’s going to cause anyone to feel uncomfortable in the morning.”

Carlos was completely mortified, but T.K. grinned. “They make headphones for a reason Judd,” he said cheekily.

“Mhmm,” Judd rolled his eyes and zipped himself into his tent, Mateo and Paul following suit.

“What do you tell them about our sex life?” Carlos asked, infusing his tone with some heat.

“Nothing,” T.K. said as he zipped up their tent. “Well, nothing explicit. What they make up in their own minds is totally on them.”

“Right, the fact that you’re King of Innuendo has nothing to do with it,” Carlos said with a roll of his eyes as he stripped off his pants.

He was busy unzipping his sleeping bag when T.K. tackled him, lips tasting like campfire smoke and marshmallow. It was sweet and warm and Carlos let himself get lost in it. It had been so long since they’d had time together where one of them wasn’t completely exhausted or trying to catch up on things around the condo. He hadn’t even realized how much he missed his boyfriend until this moment.

When T.K.’s hands began to wander Carlos reluctantly broke it off. “Babe we can’t,” he said, trying to keep his voice low.

“Why not?” T.K. asked, a pout on his face. “It’s been so long, we’re finally alone…” He smirked as his fingers found a very particular spot and Carlos’ breath caught. “And you clearly want to.”

“Everyone will hear,” Carlos managed. “You can’t be quiet.”

“I can’t,” T.K. grinned wickedly. “But you can.”

It turned out Paul had been right. T.K. was always up for Carlos.

XXX

Despite his late night Carlos was the first one up in the morning. The sun hadn’t even risen yet as he crept out of the tent and got the fire started for coffee. It seemed like kind of a waste since they’d have to put it out again before they left, but he knew his night owl of a boyfriend wasn’t going anywhere without it. And he didn’t think anyone else would mind either.

Judd appeared after a few minutes, giving Carlos an appreciative nod as he poured him a cup. He could hear Mateo and Paul stirring as he filled a mug with creamer and just a little bit of sweetener and let himself back into his own tent.

T.K. was still completely sacked out, an arm thrown over his face, mouth open, ever a chaotic sleeper.

“Hey,” Carlos said softly, giving him a little nudge as he carefully sat down next to him, somehow managing not to spill coffee from either cup. “Time to wake up.”

T.K. let out a groan. “S’too early.”

“Yeah, this is when the fish are out. Come on, everybody else is already getting ready.”

T.K. managed to open an eye and looked up at him. “Let’s just stay here. We’ll be all alone, we can finish what we started last night.”

Carlos shook his head, an amused smile on his lips. “We could. And I would love to. But Judd is really looking forward to showing us all how to fish. It would hurt his feelings.”

“What about my feelings?”

“Your feelings will still be there when we’re actually alone,” Carlos told him. “Come on. Coffee. You’ll feel better.”

It took a lot of cajoling, some promises of things for later, and more coffee, but eventually Carlos got a rumpled, grumpy T.K. up and dressed and ready to head off for a morning of fishing.

Judd turned out to be a good teacher and they managed to catch a half a dozen fish, Paul being the most successful with three decent sized bass. Carlos, Mateo, and Judd caught one apiece and, predictably, T.K. caught nothing but a cat nap against Carlos’ shoulder.

They grilled their catch for lunch and spent the afternoon in an intense game of corn hole that had to be abandoned for cards when T.K. began to spout accusations of cheating and needed to be physically removed for a half hour to cool off like a toddler.

He was still grumbling about it hours later when they tucked into their tent for the night. “I still say Mateo was cheating.”

Carlos sighed. “T.K. let it go.”

“But—“

“I don’t know how you think someone can cheat at corn hole anyway.”

“His feet weren’t behind the line!”

“It’s a game T.K. Just a friendly game among friends.”

T.K. mumbled something unintelligible from where he’d grumpily wrapped himself up in his sleeping bag.

“What was that?” Carlos asked.

“Nothing,” T.K. said and Carlos had to bite back a laugh. T.K. was generally such a cheery person that it was funny to see him worked up and in a mood.

Carlos turned down the lantern and shuffled around until he was lying down on his side next to his boyfriend. “Hey,” he said quietly.

T.K. exhaled through his nose and then turned his head to look at him. “Hey.”

“This trip was a good idea,” he said.

T.K.’s face softened. “You’re having fun?”

Carlos nodded. “We needed this.” He reached over and ran his fingers through T.K.’s hair. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” T.K. said, leaning forward, seeking his lips.

It was slow and soft, and they let it linger to the point that Carlos was pretty sure T.K. was half asleep when he finally pulled back. “Feel better about corn hole now?” he whispered.

“Mhmm,” T.K. said, eyes closed, burrowing as close into Carlos’ chest as the sleeping bags would allow.

Carlos let his own eyes drift shut, feeling T.K. breathe against him. “Good.”

XXX

Their second day wake up wasn’t nearly as early as the first. The sun was peeking out through the trees by the time they made coffee and munched on granola bars and trail mix. Their plan was to hike before the heat of the day and make it back by noon to go kayaking.

Carlos squeezed T.K.’s hand as they began to walk the trail, elated as always by the smile he got in return. Before T.K. he hadn’t known love was stitched together by little moments like this. Holding hands, walking side by side with their friends like it was the most normal thing in the world, this type of moment had become sacred to him.

The trail was quiet at this hour of the morning and they laughed and joked as they wound their way through the trees. What had started as good natured ribbing about Paul’s dating life had snowballed into talking about Mateo’s lack thereof. Much advice was being shouted back and forth, some of it good, most of it bad.

They rounded a turn, the sun bursting forth, setting the area around them on fire with gold. Carlos let go of T.K.’s hand for a second. “I’m just going to take a picture,” he said, pulling his phone from his pocket.

T.K. nodded and kept walking, yelling something about pick up lines and how they definitely worked if you used them right.

Carlos rolled his eyes, mostly at himself, because he’d love to tell them T.K. was wrong, but his boyfriend had definitely used a few on him, and clearly they’d been effective.

He snapped a couple photos, playing with the angle a little. “Gettin’ a good shot for Instagram?” Judd asked, startling him.

He hadn’t realized Judd hadn’t moved on with the rest of the group and he startled, his phone slipping out of his hand and landing in the brush next to the trail. “Whoa, sorry about that,” Judd apologized. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay,” Carlos said. “I was just lost in my own head I guess.”

He bent to pick up his phone, hoping he hadn’t accidentally shattered the screen or the camera. His fingers closed around it and then there was a sharp pain in his wrist. He jerked his hand back, letting out a surprised shout.

“You all right?” Judd asked.

That was when they both heard the tell tale rattle and saw something slither off through the bushes. Carlos looked at Judd in wide eyed surprise. “Was that—“

Judd immediately swung into action. “Here let’s sit you down, all right?” he said, gently taking Carlos’ elbow and guiding him onto a large rock before turning and bellowing down the trail after the rest of the group. “T.K.!”

Carlos looked down at the two bloody puncture marks on the back of his wrist and felt his heart begin to race inside his chest. This couldn’t be happening. This was not happening.

There was crashing nearby and T.K., Paul, and Mateo all appeared in a rush. “What happened?” T.K. asked, slightly out of breath.

“Carlos got bit by a rattler,” Judd said, his voice much calmer than seemed appropriate for the situation.

“What?” Paul asked in shock.

“I dropped my phone,” Carlos said, still stunned. “I bent over to pick it up, it was so stupid, I never even checked—“

“It’s not your fault,” Judd told him. “Coulda happened to anybody.”

T.K. dropped to his knees and examined the wound. “It might have been a dry bite,” he said, looking up into Carlos’ eyes. “What are you feeling?”

“Um, my heart is racing,” Carlos said. “My chest is kind of tight.”

“Okay, that could just be the adrenaline,” T.K. told him. “We’re going to clean and bandage the wound and then we’re going to get you out of here.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Carlos said, feeling shaky, but trying hold onto his boyfriend’s calm. A dry bite would mean no venom in his system, which would mean no reason for concern. This might not be anything more than a scare.

“Mateo, I have bandages in my backpack. Paul get me a new water bottle.” T.K. doled out orders, speaking very fast, belying his concern. “Judd, keep an eye on him, okay?”

The team found what he needed in seconds and T.K. began to clean the wound, drawing a circle around it with a pen to mark the area of redness so they could see if it spread.

The tingling started slowly, Carlos barely noticed it at first with the way his heart and mind were already racing. “You all right there Carlos?” Judd asked.

“Um,” Carlos swallowed hard. “My arm is kind of tingling and my mouth is dry.”

Judd and T.K. exchanged looks. “Mateo, get the radio and call dispatch. Ask them to meet us in the parking lot with an ambulance,” T.K. said.

“On it.” Mateo was up in a flash, pulling the radio from his pack. “Dispatch this is off duty Firefighter Mateo Chavez of the Austin 126, do you read me?”

“Babe, I want you to tell me the second anything changes, okay?” T.K. told Carlos.

“T.K.” Carlos couldn’t keep the shake out of his voice, panic running through him like a river. This was bad. Really bad. You started learning about rattlers in Texas as soon as you could talk; how to recognize them, how to avoid them, what to do if someone got bit. Right now all of that knowledge seemed to have fled Carlos’ mind, replaced by pure panic and he thought he might be sick.

“Hey.” T.K. paused his ministrations to cup Carlos’ face firmly in his hands. “You’re okay. I’ve got you. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, all right? Do you trust me?”

Carlos managed a nod. “Good. I need to immobilize your arm, so I’m going to bandage it against your chest. That should help slow the spread of the venom. Judd,” he looked up and Judd immediately moved to action, helping pull the bandages up and around Carlos’ shoulder.

They made quick work of strapping the arm into place. By the time they were done Carlos’ heart was pounding in his ears and his entire body had begun to feel shaky, his chest getting tighter with each passing minute.

“How you doing babe?” T.K. asked as he finished securing the bandages in place.

“I’m uh, I’m a little tired,” Carlos told him, his eyelids feeling heavy

“That’s normal,” T.K. told him. “But I need you to try and stay awake, all right?”

“Ambulance is on its way,” Mateo said, rejoining the group.

“Yeah we still gotta get him off this trail though,” Paul said.

“I can walk,” Carlos said, although his knees felt like they were turning into liquid.

“No, no,” T.K. said quickly. “You need to stay as still as possible.”

“Paul and I’ll carry him out,” Judd said immediately. “It’s only half a mile or so, we got this.”

T.K. hesitated, his mind clearly still running through scenarios and options. “If we wait for a rescue team it’s going to cost us extra time,” Mateo pointed out. “If you want him outta here fast, we should go now.”

T.K. nodded. “Okay, yeah, let’s do it.”

“Don’t try to help,” Paul said as Carlos shifted around. “You let us do all the work, all right?”

They made it down the trail in twenty minutes, Judd and Paul moving astonishingly fast even while carrying Carlos’ substantial frame. They could hear the sirens before they reached the parking lot, and paramedics met them at the base of the trail with a gurney.

They immediately put Carlos on oxygen and fluids, T.K. watching their every move like a hawk, tense, and clearly wishing he could be the one doing it. In five minutes flat they were ready to pull out. “We’re gonna meet ya’ll at the hospital, all right?” Judd said.

Carlos shook his head from where it was pillowed against the gurney. “You all should stay,” he said, his voice muffled by the oxygen mask.

“Are you crazy?” Paul asked incredulously. “We’ll break down camp and be there in an hour.”

“You just relax and let them take care of you,” Judd directed. “T.K, get in touch when you can.”

“Yeah, we’ll see you soon,” T.K. told him as he pulled the ambulance doors shut.

The heart rate monitor was beeping fast, Carlos’ heart working overtime as the poison slowly spread. His entire body was tingling, mouth numb and dry like he’d spent too long at the dentist, everything hot and feverish. Funny how the thing that was bothering him least was the bite itself; it seemed inconsequential compared to everything else that was happening.

“We’re almost there,” T.K. told him. “They’ll get you started on anti-venin, probably some antibiotics, something for the pain if you want it. It’ll be fast, probably another hour or so and you’re going to feel a lot better.”

Carlos sucked in a painful breath and tried to speak through the oxygen mask. “I hate…that voice.”

“Which voice?”

“Your…,” he swallowed thickly, “patient voice. It’s…detached. I hate…when you use it on me.”

T.K. smiled and gently carded his fingers through Carlos’ hair. “Don’t get hurt and I won’t have to.”

“You’ll call my parents?” he managed.

T.K. nodded. “As soon as you’re stable.”

For as anxiety inducing and worrisome as the situation was, their arrival at the hospital was fairly calm. Certainly everyone moved quickly, Carlos wasn’t sure he’d ever been admitted for treatment so fast, but it was all with relatively little fanfare. An exam, some blood work, a lot of questions, and several intense looking bags of IV fluid, and that was it.

Carlos did freak out a little bit when they unwrapped his arm and found the redness and swelling had moved far beyond the pen line T.K. had drawn. The heart monitor spiked and he got extremely dizzy as panic joined the venom in his bloodstream, creating a heady cocktail that made him nauseous.

His good hand found its way into T.K.’s and stayed there, squeezing more tightly than was probably comfortable, but T.K. didn’t complain once. He just leaned closer to explain what the doctors were talking about in that calm, quiet, paramedic boyfriend voice, occasionally speaking up to ask the medical staff about dosages and timing.

It took a couple hours, but the medication began to do its work and Carlos’ symptoms slowly eased. The nurses checked in pretty frequently and eventually Carlos let go of T.K.’s hand long enough for him to go outside and call their parents.

“What did they say?” Carlos asked as soon as he came back.

“My dad said he hopes you feel better soon and to call if we need anything. Your parents are worried. I told them that you’re fine and they don’t need to drive all the way out here, but I’m not sure your mom is going to listen,” T.K. said.

“Yeah probably not,” Carlos sighed and sank back against his pillows, his good hand coming up to rub his eyes.

“Do you need anything?” T.K. asked. “I can go down to the hospital gift shop, pick up a book or something.”

“No, no I’m okay. I just want you here with me,” Carlos said.

T.K. smiled and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “You got it.”

Carlos studied him for a moment and T.K. raised his eyebrows. “What?”

“I don’t know how you can be so calm,” Carlos said. “When you’re hurt I am an absolute basket case.”

“I went in the bathroom and cried after I called your parents,” T.K. said bluntly.

Carlos felt an immediate squeeze of concern, now searching his face even more thoroughly for puffy or reddened eyes. “You did?”

T.K. released his hand, giving it a gentle pat before leaning back in his chair. “And this is why I don’t tell you these things. Because now you’re all worried about me instead of yourself.”

“I don’t want you to be upset.”

“I know. But when you get bitten by a rattlesnake miles away from civilization, I’m not sure what other feeling I’m supposed to have.”

“I’m so—“

T.K. cut him off. “No. Do not apologize. You don’t apologize for things outside of your control.”

Carlos mulled that over for a minute, things still not sitting quite right. “Can I say thank you then?”

T.K. rolled his eyes. “Yes, you can say thank you.”

Carlos lifted his good hand a crooked a finger so that T.K. leaned toward him, their lips meeting in a soft kiss. “Then thank you.”

There was a knock on the door and Judd, Paul, and Mateo poked their heads in. “Hey, do we get thank you kisses too?” Paul asked cheekily.

Carlos laughed. “You guys carried me half a mile. I will thank you in whatever way you want.”

“Cookies,” Mateo said immediately. “Those ones you brought to the 126 a couple weeks ago.”

“Okay, maybe we let the man recover before demanding baked goods from him. You up for some visitors?” Judd asked.

T.K. looked at Carlos, as if he were judging whether or not Carlos could handle it. “Yes, come on in,” Carlos said, ignoring his concern.

“Looking pretty good there, buddy,” Paul said as they gathered at the foot of his bed. “Feeling any better?”

“Yes,” Carlos said. “Much. Thank you guys again for all your help out there. I’m so sorry this is how our trip ended.”

“Aw, don’t worry about it,” Judd said, then he chuckled. “Just nice to see someone other than T.K. in a bed like that.”

It made them all laugh and T.K. took the ribbing good naturedly. “Seriously though you had us a little worried there. Glad you’re doing okay,” Paul said.

“I wasn’t worried,” Mateo said.

Paul rolled his eyes. “You cried back at the campsite probie.”

“I did not cry!” Mateo exclaimed. “It’s my allergies. They’re bad yo.”

“Well there’s certainly no need for tears,” Carlos told them confidently. “The doctors said it’s something like what, five people a year die from rattlesnake bites?” He looked at T.K. who nodded an affirmative. “And I do not feel the need to defy the odds and be one of them.”

The guys stuck around for a bit, chatting and keeping them company. Carlos started to flag, but tried not to show it. He’d already ruined the end of their trip, he didn’t need to kick them out so he could take a nap.

“We’d better be gettin’ back,” Judd finally said, clearly reading the room and the drooping of Carlos’ eyelids. “Although if you don’t hear from me again, it’s cuz Grace has buried me in the backyard for not gettin’ you home safe.”

“You did get me home safe,” Carlos said sincerely. “Tell Grace to give me a call. I’ll vouch for you.”

“You take it easy,” Paul said, giving his leg a pat through the blankets. “T.K., keep us posted.”

“Will do,” T.K. told him.

“Aw, come on, one group hug before we go,” Mateo said, holding out his arms and advancing on Carlos.

There was a lot of grumbling, and it was kind of awkward with all of the IV lines Carlos was hooked up to, but they managed something close to a group hug in the end and then Judd, Paul, and Mateo headed out.

“You should try and get some rest,” T.K. said, fussing with Carlos’ blankets and checking his IV’s yet again.

“They’re still in there T.K., I promise,” Carlos told him, his words slow and slippery as they came out of his mouth. He was fading fast, two nights of sleeping on the ground probably not helping much.

“Sorry,” T.K. said, sitting back down in his chair. “I feel like I should be doing something. I’m not used to being on this side of things.”

“I don’t need you to do anything,” Carlos told him, trying to force his eyelids to stay open, “except maybe hold my hand.”

T.K. smiled softly and reached out, intertwining his fingers with Carlos’. “That I can do.”

“How long do you think until my mom shows up?” Carlos mumbled, losing the battle as his eyes drifted shut.

“I give it about another two hours.”

“She’s going to be worse than the rattlesnake bite.”

“I’ll head her off. Don’t worry.”

“M’kay.”

#911 Lone Star #Tarlos #Tarlos Fic #911lsfic #Carlos Reyes Whump #126 firefam

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taciturnsoul · 2 years

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TK Strand’s monologues throughout the seasons.

I think TK is the only character in 911 Lone Star that gives monologues to reflect his inner thoughts and emotions on where he currently is in the different stages of his life. I don’t think even Owen gets that many monologues (or I might not be paying as much attention to Owen’s monologues as opposed to TK’s).

In season 1 his monologue was about his addiction recovery and how he finally had the support system of his found family to help him heal and find meaning to his life and where he belongs:

“I’m an addict. It’s opioids. A few months back in New York, I had a relapse. A pretty bad one. I OD’d and my dad, my captain, he found me unconscious, my heart has stopped. Well, he did what he does best and he saved my life. The only reason I came down here is because he forced me to. What I’m trying to say is I never really chose this for myself, any of it. Not even becoming a firefighter. That’s the point. Today at the intersection when that woman was dying, I would have given anything I had to save her, and I did give her everything I had. But it wasn’t enough. Until you showed up. All of you guys. And I knew in that instant that not only was she going to be okay, I was going to be okay too because this is what I want to do for the rest of my life. At least for now, this is where I want to do it. With you guys. I chose this family. This is where I belong.”

In season 2 there were 2 monologues. The first one was about his relationship with Carlos and how he was willing to wait for Carlos to be ready to share their relationship with his parents. In this monologue he showed his maturity, patience and how much faith he had in their love and relationship. He was willing to be anything Carlos wants him to be, as long as Carlos feels safe in their relationship:

“There was some thing that my mom said though. She said I felt triggered because I didn’t feel safe in this relationship. You know what I didn’t consider? Is how unsafe you feel and have felt for so much of your life. I want you to know that I’m fully onboard. You can tell your parents that I’m your friend, your colleague or your personal shopper. I don’t care. As long as you need.”

The second monologue was about how he was at peace with himself and that he was finally able to live the life that he wants surrounded by the love of his partner, friends and family. He was truly grateful for all the support he had received so that he can be where he is now.

“An attitude of gratitude. You hear that a lot in the program. As I look around this room I have so much to be grateful for. I would not have made it through this year or earn this chip without all of you. Last year I was in a very dark place. I relapsed. I almost died. Then Dad brought us to Texas. Serving here has been a true honor. I know last year has been hard for a lot of people but for me it has been a year full of miracles. Our captain is in remission. Working alongside heroes who have become much more than friends, they have become family. And I found an incredible man who showed me that it’s okay to open up my heart again. And maybe the biggest miracle of all, one that I have been praying for since I was seven, my parents got back together. Thank you everybody for being here. Let’s dance, enjoy Charles’ amazing food, have a drink and remember, tip your servers.”

In season 3 his monologues showed the extreme ends of emotions. His monologue when Gwyn passed away was heartbreakingly sorrowful. Even in his grief, he thought of Jonah first:

“Jonah watched his mom die, will he remember it? I remember the wallpaper in the 86th street apartment. Purple flowers. I remember elephants on the mobile above my crib. I remember the songs mom sang me. Not the words, I can’t remember the words but I know she sang to me. God he’s going to be so traumatized if he saw. Everything’s broken now. Will he even know how broken it is? He will never know a time when it wasn’t. He will never know mom.”

Finally, the pièce de résistance of TK’s monologues in the show so far, the proposal monologue. It encapsulates TK’s journey from someone who was afraid to open up his heart because he was scared of losing that love, to someone who feels so much love that he is willing to risk the loss of that love as long as he can be with the person he loves for the rest of his life:

“Hey, listen, everything’s okay. Relax. I’m ready to make my will. I don’t want to waste another minute. It will be easy because I’ll just leave everything to my husband. Marry me. I’m serious. This isn’t drama. It’s not drama. It’s love. The kind that you can’t get away from. And maybe my life has been scarred with loss and at times it felt inescapable but that’s the risk of love, right? For the first time in my life, the love that I feel is infinitely more powerful than the fear of losing it. And every moment that we aren’t married is a wasted moment and baby, we only get so many and every day”

In conclusion, TK’s monologues are a reflection of his growth and development as a character throughout the series and it is also due to Ronen giving everything he had that made all the monologue scenes very impactful, touching the heart and emotions of the audience.

#911 lone star #tk strand #tarlos #carlos reyes #126 firefam #owen strand #gwyneth morgan #911 lone star meta

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weewoobrainrot · 2 years

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guys there is so much i loved from the new episode of lone star omg

- tk and carlos: that's it, that's the post

- carlos coming for lunch: this means tk maybe sorta texted/called carlos like "heyyyy, if your free for lunch, paul made chile :))))" and that's adorable

- mateo and carlos just being texan: ik mateo was trying to move away from telling the team about him and nancy, but the little bonding moment with carlos over the thingy they put in the chili was SO CUTE (and it's cute because like when you think of the texan of the show, your mind goes to judd because they mention it like every episode 💀) and also carlos looked so happy someone other than tk was excited to see him

- owen baiting the abusive husband: i mean it was amazing development for owen really shows his therapy has been working for him! there's also poor carlos feeling horrible that he can't actually do anything and tk giving him a reassuring smile but then owen gets punched at carlos goes all badass cop and arrests the guy with the biggest smirk like yessss pop off besties

- mateo being a short king: i mean god damn this man is so cute that he's not worried about people mocking his height, he's worried about people mocking nancy for being with someone who's so much shorter than her AND THEY'RE SO CUTE

- tk saying y'all: idk if this was intentional, but it really shows tk settling in and being really comfortable in texas, especially since he's been there for three years, in a relationship for at least two of those years with a texan, some of the texan is bound to rub off on him

- tk being all "catan is spicy": look the man was horrified when nancy suggested a new game. i mean they all were. they set a trap. BUT TK WAS WAS CUTE IN THE LITTLE DRESSING ROOM BEING ALL CONFUSED

- BISEXUAL NANCYYYYY: i've been waiting for some bi representation i'll be honest and there isn't a character i could've wished for to be that representation other than nancy. the girl radiates bi energy it's a crime it wasn't mentioned earlier

- everyone's reaction when nancy said what she said: paul being all ???? and marjan and tk looking at each other like :0 and carlos just giving her the soft :D like how adorable

- paul and marj holding hands: like is lone star about to make me root for ANOTHER otp??? how y'all so good at this huh???

- tommy talking to charles about julius: idk how i fully feel about this plot yet but i'm so happy for tommy that she's found the strength to move on :')

- duh judd and wyatt having some awesome father-son bonding time: it was so cute before a building came down almost killing wyatt and probably making judd a little more injured than he already is

- carlos and tk hosting game night: FOUND FAMILY Y'ALL THAT'S ALL I'LL SAY

look i honestly have so much more and could take about this episode forever because i genuinely just loved it so much, but i'm rambling on at this stage so 😭😭

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ramblingdisaster73 · 1 year

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Rambling thoughts as I rewatch 4x09 “Road Kill”

I thought it would be a younger version of herself from the promo & Natacha’s interview before the episode aired – BUT – I FUCKING LOVE how they did it. This is my favorite of all the ‘begins’ episodes from both 9-1-1 & LS

“Is that Marjan?” x3 – trying to figure out if the 2 Paul ones were the same one and the edited it weird or if it was in the script that he said it twice

You helped with that Tumor cake Marj.

I love that he doesn’t believe that she sold the bike & got $200 more.

So not subtle about the party – but these people are so happy to get her back and I love it.

Acts of service really is her love language

I love that the girl made it out of her relationship – I also love how they showed her doubts – that was so real. It isn’t easy leaving bad relationships – but in the end she overcame her fear – with the help of Marj.

The season of sisters – so funny. I am trying to figure out who is next – We know that Grace has 2 (Sierra’s irl sisters), Carlos has 2, and Marjan has at least 1.

As someone that performed in those 4-hour recitals – I agree -they get long and tedious – but can be absolutely adorable and hysterical at the same time.

This is actual a pretty decent spread – but yeah – that is kinda a lot of canapes

You are ALWAYS extra

They are so fucking adorable – they definitely dodged an LED bullet

Once again – they kill it with the music.

The thing about the red car – my guess is from Marjan’s memories – did the Mom crawl out of the car and die, then the father moved to the passenger side of the car? Because Marj was in the back on the drivers side behind her friends Dad. The placement when adult Marj checks them out confused me.

This is her second accident in 2 seasons

How long did she have to sit with her dead best friend and his parents after their accident?

I love her origin story – so much of who she is, why she is who she is, is so beautifully consistent with her character the last 3.5 seasons

We learned so much new info about her

Mateo gets very emotional when the people he loves are in distress – he showed us this in the first season when they found out Owen had cancer, it has continued through out the seasons. It makes sense that he would be as worked up as he is.

Good thing Grace is always at work when they need her

Kinda find it funny that the cop stays at the house while 3 firefighters go investigate.

Sucks for Rick – getting murdered for being a nice guy.

How does this cop NOT see the dead body or blood?

Grant did not cover it up that well

I also thought Grant was for sure going to kill the cop when he started walking back to his car.

The makeup department did an amazing job

TK reliving the events of who knows how long ago – this timeline taunts me daily – from Carlos’ kidnapping and now this

The acting this season has been phenomenal

“I hate to ask you this, but was she the victim or the perpetrator?” Carlos Reyes – I mean, it’s a fair question.

How the fuck did this dude bail himself out? Was the bail amount $5?

I think it is interesting that Marj was called Mouse when she was younger, but how that accident changed how she presented herself. She took her BFF’s mom’s advice and lived her true self – not as someone that was remotely quiet or shy.

This cop wasn’t at all suspicious of this dude? Like didn’t even bother running the plates?

She lost so much blood – I love that she used some of it to put up the ‘126’ on the wall.

Get a sister – Get a killer = season 3 of LS

This whole episode is so well done

“That girl can’t just see the sites like a normal tourist?” Paul ‘exhausted’ Strickland

Of course Grant borrowed his dad’s RV for a trip – guess he just never said how long that trip would be.

Survival instincts are crazy

“Are you a liar?” – child Marjan to Adult Marjan

His constant use of the word ‘friend’ gets super annoying after like the 3rd time he said it.

It is awesome how they had every part of the 126 (with a late cronut assist from Tommy) helping to find Marjan – and similar to 4x04 – Marjan saved herself – but had help in finishing the job

So I guess it is: get a sister – get a killer – save yourself from the killer – your family assists you getting medical help

The scene in the tunnel – The terror in Marjan’s eyes was something I FELT. Not just saw – but FELT

Flare to the neck – nice way for an abusive killer to die

Kinda happy it was extra painful, even if it was quick

Off topic – but I have been watching A LOT of Stranger Things – so the scene of Paul, Judd, and Owen all being on their radios made me laugh and think of the kids/teens (mostly the never-ending story scene)

Now Kylie will never have to look over her shoulder for her abusive ex again.

Owen’s face at the truck after they find the old man’s body – perfect expression of fear and grief.

I am so glad they cut the Nanteo scene in the hospital

Give them development, but this wasn’t the time

Super cute TK sleeping on Carlos

I do hope that they do something with what they have been sorta building up for them

SO FUCKING OVER THE DIET/NEGATIVE FOOD REFERENCES

None of these people do well with R&R – not a single one of them – But I think Grace and Owen are the worst

“It could be that our daughter just don’t got no interest at all” Judd Ryder – good luck buddy

“Who is here for Marjan Marwani” EVERYONE

“Why you guys first? Fine just don’t take too long.” Mateo being the youngest brother.

Another great quotable episode

I did love the reveal of it being a younger Marjan, showing us her parents

This was such a strong episode – from top to bottom, every member of the cast & crew really gave it their all – and it shows.

She looks so small in that hospital bed with her found brother & adopted dad, then her smile when she gets the flowers from her parents – such a great ending scene.

Looking forward to the rest of the season – It just keeps getting better.

#911 lone star spoilers #911 lone star season 4 #marjan marwani #126 firefam #episode 4x09 #ramblingthoughts

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librathefangirl · 2 years

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Tarlos Week 2022 Day 5: Tarlos + the 126

ID: 6 gifs from 9-1-1: Lone Star. They're organized in two columns, with gif 1 to 3 to the left and gif 4 to 6 to the right. Gif 1: Nancy and TK watch Carlos as he plays with Evie and Isabella in 2x14. Nancy looks over at TK with a smile. TK meets her gaze before looking at Carlos with a fond smile. Carlos laughs lightly, shaking his head with a smile. Gif 2: Paul, Carlos and TK walks through the night club in 1x05. Carlos has one arm over TK's shoulder as he puts his other hand on Paul's shoulder and pulls him closer to them. TK then steps closer to Paul, placing both hands on his shoulder as he talks. Gif 3: Tommy, Carlos and Nancy sit together in the hospital after having heard about TK's prognosis from the doctor in 3x03. Nancy and Tommy share a look behind Carlos back before rubbing his back comfortingly. They then grab each of his hands in their own. The text on gif 1 to 3 reads "I love you guys together". Gif 4: Owen, Billy, Tommy and Judd are gathered around an ambulance after the fire in Carlos and TK's house in 2x12. Owen smiles at Carlos and TK as they step up to the group. Judd pulls TK into a side-hug and rubs his back comfortingly. Gif 5: Carlos sits by TK's hospital bed in 1x08, stroking TK's hair. Paul stands behind Carlos and squeezes his shoulder comfortingly, causing Carlos to look up at him. Gif 6: Carlos and TK strand with Marjan, Paul, Mateo and Nancy in a semi-circle in the loft in 3x18. Carlos and TK stand in the middle as they all smile and embrace each other in a group hug. The text on gif 4 to 6 reads "Everyone loves you guys together". /End ID.

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fangirling-paradise · 2 years

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Another photo of TNT in turnout gear! I wonder what is going to happen. Especially bc Brianna has posted a photo of her in turnout gear with a stunt coordinator in the bus. What is going to happen to TNT in the ambulance?! Does it flip/get into a pretty serious accident? Does Nancy have to do a crazy manuover since she is the one driving. I don't know & I'm excited

Brianna's Instagram (9/12/22)

#tommy vega #nancy gillian #911 lone star #911 ls #911 ls s4 #911 ls spoilers #911 ls tnt team #126 firefam #brianna baker #gina torres

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carlos-in-glasses · 1 year

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I’ve uploaded a new fic to Ao3 :)

An adventure in the fiancé era. Carlos, TK and their friends get costumed up for a murder mystery evening themed around the board game Clue. When someone at the event is murdered for real, Carlos starts to investigate. Then TK vanishes…

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Carlos stops for a moment. Earlier, his legs felt too heavy to move. Now the heaviness is his heart, a twisting iron spike in his chest. He reaches out and holds the branch of a small tree next to him, just to ground himself. The twisting pain dissipates, but he feels completely empty. Why didn’t he and TK cancel on this stupid thing? Why didn’t he tell TK that he wanted to stay naked in bed all evening, with him, and they’d tell the others they were sick? It had crossed his mind for a moment, when he felt silly in his costume, which turned out to be the most sensible of all the costumes. They hadn’t had a day spent entirely alone with each other for a while. Why did anything seem more important than that?

#Tarlos #Ao3 #fanfiction #fiance era #inspired by Clue #this was fun #a little light reading #although #tw:blood #Hurt TK #Carlos to the rescue #thank you for reading if you do :)#tk x carlos #tk strand x carlos reyes #126 firefam

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trkstrnd · 11 months

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Here's your friendly neighbourhood anon asking you about neurodivergent 126. I'm curious about your thoughts on this!

HELLO ANON

my current hcs are as follows, specified by canon and not.

carlos: autism spectrum disorder (hc)

tk: attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (hc)

mateo: autism spectrum disorder (hc)

paul: obsessive compulsive disorder (hc)

marjan: neurotypical (canon)

nancy: neurotypical (canon)

tommy: post traumatic stress disorder (hc)

owen: post traumatic stress disorder (canon)

judd: post traumatic stress disorder (canon)

grace: neurotypical (canon)

these are what i have so far and i have so many reasons as for each so if you have any questions about any of them, i would love to discuss my hcs with the fandom! feel free to ask!l for any individual and i will explain more in depth! this is just an overview since i don’t wanna make a post too long <3