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Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling.
marc fishman - john william waterhouse - stephan abel sinding - richard westall - pompeo batoni
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live blogging your breakdown on tumblr then rb a random post
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Raging Bull 🥊→ for @pragmatic-optimist​
bonus:​
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honeybee-taskforce · 6 days
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it literally drives me insane that so many companies refuse to send rejection emails like it’s disgraceful tbh. you put so much time and effort into putting together an application and they can’t even be bothered tell you via some measly automated message that you didn’t get the job. you’re expected to just infer
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honeybee-taskforce · 6 days
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seven who knows anymore sentence sunday
we are so far past seven at this point its not even funny
thank you to @sznofthesticks, @welcometololaland, @sugdenlovesdingle, and @carlos-in-glasses for the tags this weekend! the aish fic won, so be on the lookout for her story snippets! really excited to share her with you <3
She pulls away, wiping her face, “Carlos…”
She can see the breath leave his body, and she realizes her mistake. “He’s alive, I’m sorry, he’s alive. He’s alive and he’s awake. I’m so sorry. He doesn’t want to see you.”
He collapses onto the stairs, and Aish rushes forward, placing a hand on his shoulder.“Carlos, please.”
Carlos shrugs her hand off, wandering over to the kitchen and collapsing on the barstools. Aishu follows, sitting next to him and messing with her purse strap. 
“My last conversation with Iris was a fight,” Aishu whispers into the silence that has descended upon the three of them, her voice hoarse. Andrea senses the fact that Aishu and Carlos need to sort this out amongst themselves, silently making her exit. 
“It was ugly, Carlos. We were fighting about the fact that she was completely pulling away, not ever fully making sense and barely sitting down to eat a meal with me. We were living together, supposedly sleeping in the same bed, and I saw you more than I saw my own girlfriend. She called me heartless, and that I was pushing her boundaries and needed to back the fuck off. And I,” her voice breaks, “I told her that if she needed the space that badly, then maybe it was time for her to go. She got in that fucking blue truck twenty minutes later, and I never saw her again.”
Carlos’s lips part, “Aishu, what…”Aishu lifts her hand, silencing him, “TK’s alive. You know where he is – he’s breathing and walking and talking and alive, Carlos. You have to fix it, because the love of your life is just mad at you. The love of mine is dead, and I have to live with the fact that she got into that truck because of me. You? Yeah, maybe it was your fault he was first through that door, but he’s alive. So, you fix it. You tell him you love him, and that giving him anything less than that was absolute idiocy on your part.”
no pressure tagging @theghostofashton, @paperstorm, @heartstringsduet, @alrightbuckaroo, @liminalmemories21, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut , @bonheur-cafe and , @lightningboltreader, @fallout-mars, @birdclowns, @honeybee-taskforce, and you!!
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honeybee-taskforce · 6 days
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Thank you for the tag @carlos-tk @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @strandnreyes @sznofthesticks @lemonlyman-dotcom
and @sugdenlovesdingle 🩷
Chapter 3 is now up on Ao3, so here are some shenanigans from Chapter 4 of I Was Thinking About Your Mouth:
“I’m going to put it on for you!” TK rushes away to the bathroom, calling behind him, “Do we have enough charge in The Blue One?”
The mention of The Blue One excites Carlos so rapidly he has to unzip his jeans and take them off, as if the very act of wearing material is hurting him.
The [redacted] might be a silly mistake they’ll make the best of, but The Blue One is serious business. The Blue One is a double-penetration menace that makes them both scream. 
Carlos gets naked and drags their big box of toys out from under the bed. The Blue One – with its smooth silicon crooks and curves – is buried under regular vibrators and a couple of butt plugs.
They don’t use it all the time. But when they do.
Open tag and tags below:
@heartstringsduet @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @nancygillianmvp
@safeaswrites @literateowl @kiwichaeng @fallout-mars
@eclectic-sassycoweyes @vineofroses @three-drink-amy
@orchidscript @mikibwrites @herefortarlos @honeybee-taskforce
@theghostofashton @reyesstrand @paperstorm @bonheur-cafe
@freneticfloetry @goodways @lightningboltreader @rmd-writes
@chicgeekgirl89 @welcometololaland @sanjuwrites
@cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @alrightbuckaroo
@liminalmemories21 @ladytessa74 @never-blooms
@chaotictarlos @thisbuildinghasfeelings
If you want to share/haven't already! No pressure ever! ❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜
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honeybee-taskforce · 6 days
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Seven Sentence Sunday! Thank you for the tags @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @carlos-tk @chicgeekgirl89 @sugdenlovesdingle @sznofthesticks 💕 And thank you to @vineofroses for the beta on this!!
Love Of My Life …Pain In My Ass!
New fic live on ao3 now! Special gift for @guardian-angle22 & @sznofthesticks 🥰
—TK gets an impulse tattoo and Carlos is very emotional about it—
“Carlos,” TK sighs. “It’s my ass, just accept it.”
“Accept it?” Carlos roars, sitting up straighter and dropping his sandwich. “Acceptance is stage five. I’m grieving, TK.” He holds up his right hand with all five fingers stretched out, wiggling them aggressively. “There are five stages of grief!”
“Oh yeah, and what stage are you in right now, Carlos?” Paul asks amusedly.
“Right now I am firmly planted between stages one and two. Denial and anger.”
“Baby, don’t you think you’re being a bit …overdramatic?”
“No, TK, I do not think I’m being overdramatic.” He emphasizes the word with very dramatic air quotes. “Your ass is very special to me. It’s one of my most precious possessions—”
“Okay, well it’s my ass…”
Tagging @nancygillianmvp @welcometololaland @honeybee-taskforce @strandnreyes @eclectic-sassycoweyes @heartstringsduet @ladytessa74 @carlos-in-glasses @fitzherbertssmolder @thisbuildinghasfeelings @whatsintheboxmh @bonheur-cafe @fallout-mars @your-catfish-friend @kiwichaeng @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @paperstorm @liminalmemories21 @alrightbuckaroo @lightningboltreader @literateowl @freneticfloetry @tinyluminaryzombie @basilsunrise @herefortarlos @filet-o-feelings @rmd-writes @theghostofashton @reyesstrand @never-blooms @iboatedhere @certifiedflower @decafdino and OPEN TAG 🏷️
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honeybee-taskforce · 6 days
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way more than seven sentences sunday?
thanks for the tags @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @carlos-tk and @strandnreyes!
Nancy was zoning out, counting the gauze pads, a part of her usual duties of taking inventory of the supplies on the rig. TK was ranting about something that Carlos did, shaking his head and talking with his hands. Usually she loved to listen to TK’s spats he had with Carlos, they were usually funny and such little things, but after last night she wasn’t really in the mood. 
“Are you even listening to me?” TK asked. 
Nancy snapped out of her trance, “Um, what were you saying?” 
He rolled his eyes, “See! You weren’t listening to me. Carlos took all of the blankets last night! I was freezing.” 
Nancy groaned internally, “Well did you try taking them back? Or waking him up and telling him?” 
“Well… No.” TK actually looked at Nancy this time, realizing the hurt in her eyes. His tone adjusted to a soft and concerned tone, “What’s wrong, Nancy?” 
“I really don’t want to talk about it at work.” 
TK reached out and rubbed her shoulder, “Come over for dinner after work tonight, so we can talk? Carlos is working, it’ll just be us. We can order pizza.” TK offered a warm smile. 
no pressure tagging: @zitasempri @lemonlyman-dotcom @reyesstrand @nancygillianmvp
@bonheur-cafe @vineofroses @literateowl @alidravana @chicgeekgirl89
@laelipoo @freneticfloetry @terramous @honeybee-taskforce
@welcometololaland @actualalligator @alrightbuckaroo @whatsintheboxmh @my-little-tilly
@herefortarlos @heartstringsduet @jeysbvck @sugdenlovesdingle
@firstprince-history-huh @your-catfish-friend @carlos-in-glasses @mikibwrites @paperstorm
@lightningboltreader @sanjuwrites @reyestrandd @thisbuildinghasfeelings @inkweedandlizards
and open tag :)
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honeybee-taskforce · 6 days
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thanks to @carlos-in-glasses @welcometololaland @janto4ev @liminalmemories21 @sznofthesticks for various other tags this weekend - i’m going to use those to tag you all back and kick us off for seven sentence sunday
He finally gives him a reprieve and lets his lips meet the solid expanse of Carlos’ newly exposed chest. Marking him up in ways Carlos knows he’ll be seeing and feeling for at least the next week.
TK’s hands have already made light work of undoing half the buttons on his previously crisp business shirt, and Carlos swears he’s determined to make sure it’s unsalvageable after tonight.
“Off,” TK demands a half second later, interrupting his thoughts and pushing Carlos’ arms up, pulling it the rest of the way over his head, and tossing it to the concrete floor beside them.
“This too,” he mumbles against Carlos’ lips, unfastening his belt with one hand and dragging it out of the loops of his dress pants with some well practised finesse.
He moves onto the offending pants next, fumbling the button open and the zipper down, shoving his boxers down with them and finally getting a hand on Carlos’ aching c*ck.
“Fuck!” he gasps at the needed relief and the touch of TK’s nimble fingers on him.
“TK–god–baby I won’t last long if you keep that pace up,” he forewarns in the hope he’ll slow his ministrations.
TK simply hums where his lips are pressed against his jaw and instead increases the speed of his strokes, slick and rough and punishing.
“Well that’s kind of the point baby,” he teases and pulls way with a smug grin and pointed look.
He appeases him though, pulling his hand off and lets his fingers trace Carlos’ abdomen, a series of teasing touches until he’s instead pinching his nipple sharply between his thumb and forefinger.
Carlos hisses, and his c*ck pathetically twitches and dribbles even more pre-come.
open tag for YOU + tags under the cut 💗
@whatsintheboxmh @celeritas2997 @rmd-writes @strandnreyes @lemonlyman-dotcom
@heartstringsduet @alrightbuckaroo @mikibwrites @noxsoulmate @eclectic-sassycoweyes
@reyesstrand @bonheur-cafe @theghostofashton @reyescarlos @reyestrandd @sunshinestrand
@three-drink-amy @thisbuildinghasfeelings @thebumblecee @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @inkweedandlizards
@orchidscript @chicgeekgirl89 @safeaswrites @doublel27 @fitzherbertssmolder @fallout-mars
@firstprince-history-huh @freneticfloetry @herefortarlos @lightningboltreader @louis-ii-reyes-strand
@never-blooms @mooshkat @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @birdclowns
@vineofroses @basilsunrise @honeybee-taskforce @ladytessa74 @chaotictarlos @nancygillianmvp
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honeybee-taskforce · 6 days
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Seven Sentence Sunday
Starting this off today -
And trying to pick a passage that doesn't give plot away-
This is from the next chapter of my TK and Sophie fic - 💝
2011-
“Fine,” TK huffed, climbing off the floor. “I’m going back to bed. Good night”. He tried to walk past, but his dad caught his arm.
“What?” he snapped. “Weren’t you just telling me to go to bed?”
“I know”. Owen said, gently stroking his son’s arm. “But I wanted to ask. Is there anything you wanted to talk about, TK?”
Like how I finally found a way to feel better about what a loser I am and how you and Mom are determined to ruin it, TK thought stubbornly to himself.
Out loud he just said, “Nope. There isn’t”.
His dad looked at him a long time, like he was going to say something else. Finally he just said, “Okay. Get some sleep. Good night”.
No pressure tagging - I tag @sznofthesticks @anewkindofme @carlos-in-glasses @dreamingofmickeywaffles
@heartstringsduet @honeybee-taskforce @snowviolettwhite @actualalligator
@chicgeekgirl89 @chaotictarlos @inkweedandlizards @liminalmemories21
@carlos-tk @herefortarlos @welcometololaland @bonheur-cafe
@cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @freneticfloetry @eclectic-sassycoweyes @nancygillianmvp
@lightningboltreader @literateowl @birdclowns @thebumblecee
@jesuisici33 @mikibwrites @happilylovingchaos
@littlemissscatterbrained @firstprince-history-huh @reyestrandd
@lemonlyman-dotcom @thisbuildinghasfeelings @paperstorm @kiwichaeng @kiankiwi
@doublel27 @goodways @tailoredshirt @just-inside-her and anyone else who wants to do it - open tag 🫶
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honeybee-taskforce · 6 days
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I got nothing for y'all this sunday so have this to prepare you for the week ahead
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ty for the tags tho @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @carlos-tk @carlos-in-glasses @sznofthesticks @lemonlyman-dotcom
@sanjuwrites
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honeybee-taskforce · 7 days
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Sliding into nice ask week at the last moment! Which of your fics are you the most proud of and why?
Happy nice ask week!! :d
It's gotta be my piece for the tarlos cupid this year (check my pinned for anyone reading this who hasn't seen it yet wink wink shameless plug) because I had a LOT of fun diving into brief moments of Tarlos' relationship over the years and pinpointing certain details!! My favorite section is the 4th, which also happens to be the saddest... hm.
Thank you for the ask, I hope you had a lovely week!! <3
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TK Strand + excited jumping
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honeybee-taskforce · 8 days
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so much for summer love
rating: explicit
chapter word count: 6,423
The summer before his senior year of college at NYU, TK finds himself in Galveston, Texas, working at a restaurant on the beach. It’s there that he meets Carlos, a fellow server with a heartstopping smile and a need for a temporary break from his own life back in Austin. Without planning it, the two of them fall into a whirlwind romance that’s a bad idea for a million different reasons, yet they can’t figure out how to stay away.
Chapter One
updates on fridays
thank you to @lightningboltreader and @rmd-writes for beta reading and to @reyesstrand and @welcometololaland for the additional love and encouragement <3
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honeybee-taskforce · 8 days
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whiskey 🧡
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