I love your headcanons!
Why do you think Tommy has a difficult relationship with sex and how does that show?
Also do you have any more ideas about the emergency contact one? Like the first time they get a call from the hospital...
Yessss thank you so much for asking about those headcanons! I’ve been wanting to talk about these.
I actually just got another ask about the emergency contact and I’m going to go super in depth for that, so stay tuned!
But why do I think Tommy has a difficult relationship with sex? I’m so, so glad you asked. This is one of my biggest headcanons.
However! Please read with caution. TW: for a form of self h*rm involving sex, self hatred, and internalized homophobia.
Tommy was extremely closeted for most of his life. When he was at the 118, he couldn’t even accept himself. But at some point, he stopped being able to ignore it. For me, this might be when he realized he liked Sal (see my other post).
Now for some people, exploring your sexuality includes a *ahem* wild phase. To me, Tommy had two parts of this phase. The first one was…not great.
Tommy was a self loathing closeted man. He hated himself for being gay. He wanted to be “normal”. So when he stopped being able to ignore it, he thought he could “get it out of his system”. So he went to bars outside of LA (he wasn’t risking bumping into anyone he knew) and hooked up with any man who showed interest. He wasn’t picky. He was just more focused on getting out of this “phase”.
So he hooked up with a lot of men. And he didn’t care about himself at all. In fact, he out right hated himself every time. So it devolved. If something didn’t feel good, Tommy leaned into it because he saw it as punishment. He used sex to punish himself and to hurt himself.
I’m not quite sure about how he pulled himself out of it, but we’ll go with this. My idea is that he had a sexual partner who caught onto what was going on, that Tommy secretly hated something happening but refused to stop on his own. The partner shut down the event and when he called out, gently, Tommy on what was happening, Tommy broke down. The partner held him and listened to his garbled story and talked him through it. Instead of the hookup, they spent that night just talking, with the partner trying to get Tommy to see what was happening and get him out of the slump.
And it didn’t fix it. Tommy continued this pattern for a couple more hookups, but he started to get discontented and uncomfortable. Around this time maybe, the 118 got Bobby Nash and the dynamic started changing. Sal was gone and working with Hen, an openly queer firefighter, started to shift how he looked at himself.
So Tommy stopped the hookups and started working on himself. He couldn’t quite face himself still, but he worked on liking himself outside of his sexuality. He started laying down boundaries when he hooked up. And then he left the 118 and started therapy. He was ready to start over. He was tired of the pain and the self hate and the cycle he’d been stuck in for so long. He wanted what he’d seen others have. He saw Hen with her wife and he wanted a bond like that and he knew it could never be with a woman.
Skip forward all this time and he’s learned to be gentle with himself. He finally loves himself. He has embraced his sexuality. Maybe he’s still friendly with that past partner or maybe they never spoke again, idk. He’s had some relationships but nothing’s really stuck. Then he meets Evan Buckley.
He meets Evan Buckley and he feels the sun for the first time. And Evan is still figuring himself out and Tommy not only really likes him, but also wants to make sure Evan doesn’t make the same mistakes he did.
Does that answer the question? Let me sum it up.
Tommy used sex to punish himself and those were his first real experiences with guys. So even now, in healthier relationships and with better mindsets, he doesn’t do the hookup game anymore and is very shy of having sex too soon. He doesn’t have sex without knowing and trusting the person.
Y’all I have no idea if this made sense, but this is literally the premise of a story in my brain.
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tw threats of doxxing, a final message to my serial harasser
Hardly how I want to start my morning but here we are. At some point last night I received this lovely anonymous message attempting to blackmail me by threatening to leak my personal information to people
(screenshot because the ask was reported to staff and deleted plus blocked via ip, despite the fact I'm sure they use a vpn to get around that)
I absolutely do not believe they have any of my personal information, in fact, I think this is just a poor bluff designed to spook me. Even so, threatening to blackmail someone like this is beyond unhinged it's in fact very indicative of the fact that you need serious help and do not need to be online
If anyone has been wondering: that's the real reason I have refused to delete any main posts and have in fact reengaged with them sporadically, because clearly someone or multiple someones are still incredibly bothered and invested to the point where they'd threaten someone like this so I refuse to delete them or clam up. Out of spite I continue to do the opposite, actually, because it's ridiculous to behave this way at all, over a tumblr writer of all things, and you deserve to get clowned on repeatedly
I think a lot of people have lost the plot on this so as a refresher this is all stemming from the initial issue of plagiarism I dealt with back in the beginning of February, you can read that post here. After that I was the subject in a certain discord server where a user actually drew more attention to the issue by consistently talking about me, the post, and how they were going to "blacklist" me in the fandom for it. It's likely if they hadn't been so obsessed, despite not being involved, nobody would have ever heard about the issue at all because at that point this blog was still new and I hadn't been posting for long
Throughout the months of February and March I received a variety of harassing asks ranging from the standard delete and kys to one, infamously, telling me the deaths of my parents were my fault. You can read some of the compiled asks in this post here. I decided to talk about them publicly because obviously being silent made absolutely zero difference
The initial apology for the plagiarism I received from the person responsible failed to clear up anything because it was likely easily missed/ignored (because it was an addendum to an already existing post, not a new one) so I believe that's why the harassment did not come to a stop right then, in hindsight. I believed the situation was dealt with, I was happy to have space to put it behind me. What made that impossible, and still makes it impossible, are the person(s) who have been so dedicated to doing this and who act like they're defending some misplaced honor
And I have my own personal suspicions about who's really responsible, I truly do believe it's someone who's looking for attention and looking to be praised for going to lengths like this. Because who else would give this much a shit that they'd keep poking the bear over and over
All of this has happened, including this new threat of doxxing me, because I was the person who was plagiarized and bullied and for some reason having the audacity to say something about it means I deserved to be thrashed and have some of the most vile shit said to me and about me. I also gave up on just biting the bullet and suffering in silence because again, I did that for nearly two months. It changed nothing, if anything it just encouraged them to give more and more extreme punches so why bother. I'm now incredibly loud and annoying about this shit because it seems to scare off the majority of run of the mill meat riders who otherwise would really enjoy having a silent punching bag
I do not believe it's a coincidence that this happens like clockwork any time any of those original posts receive even one new note. This is about the fifth time now where one of those og posts gets a handful of reengagement and then someone feels the need to come to me and my friends doing things like this. It's happened so frequently it's a running joke now between me and said friends that someone spends hours every day camped out watching the note counter on those posts ready to fire off fresh bullshit in the event anyone stumbled across them or we rb them ourselves for a clown sesh
That behavior also tells me it's likely not just some random meat rider who is responsible for all of this. A dick rider isn't that invested in people deleting posts, especially not when they're usually content to just cause chaos and hurt people's feelings. So if this is some incredibly misguided attempt at getting attention in a "look at what I did for you" way the way I think it is, log off. Get help. The person you're supposedly doing this for isn't even active currently and myself and everyone else even remotely involved in this is not going to give you positive attention for it either. In fact if you were really all in for them you'd have read their psa post regarding this freak behavior and wouldn't be doing it but because I get the vibe that you're parasocially attached to them I'm sure that post meant little to you
And I do not turn off my asks because I shouldn't have to alter the way I use my blog just to have even a semblance of peace. It also unfairly cuts off the people who do not abuse the anon option and that's not something I want to do. I report asks for harassment and block ips because those are the tools we're given here to deal with this, despite how easy it is to get around that if someone just turns on a vpn service. Despite that, I don't think I have a choice right now given the nature of this threat so anon will be off for the foreseeable future and I probably will be only sporadically active for the foreseeable future
I'm tired of being told this is all my fault. At no point was this "my fault". If getting ripped off and harassed relentlessly then refusing to just sit there and take it is your idea of someone bringing it all on themselves you have a weird view of things man. I'm also allowed to laugh about it with my friends, because it's silly ass behavior and that's what that rb yesterday was. Me laughing at it because it was just so unbelievable that anyone would go so hard for someone writing pixel porn. If you can't laugh about things you'll end up crying about them, as the saying goes
anyways I'll still be around here and there, and will come back once I feel safe to do so, but ty to all the genuinely kind people who have said nice things or been supportive through this. sorry you have to see more bullshit
kita <3
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I don't know your gender- but I had to assume it's a girl from your art with pigtails since I couldn't find a post that told about your gender, if you're not a girl, I'm sorry for misgendering you!
Ozz, the iconic haremer of all time, was a very pretty lady. She was very adored, had at least 9 quadripilition wifes and husbands. At this point, literally everyone was worshiping her and begging, no, DYING to be with her.
However, one anon was very annoyed by this. The 💠 anon. 💠 anon liked Ozz very much, but Ozz was busy with her harem, which made 💠 anon angry. Jealousy flashed through 💠 anon's eyes. “Why them, but not me?!” 💠 anon mumbled to themselves, as they watched Ozz being happy with everyone.
It was sickening to 💠 anon's stomach. Seeing Ozz get along with everyone except 💠 anon.
“What do they have that I don't?!” 💠 anon said to themselves again. Ozz didn't give 💠 anon not even a drop of attention, it made 💠 anon so angry… to the point they started thinking of kidnapping or breaking into Ozz's house.
It was 1 AM now, 💠 anon knew that all of them were asleep right now since they observed Ozz and her wifes+husbands a lot because Ozz wasn't giving them attention.
“Show time.” 💠 anon said to themselves. They quietly got in the house, they already stole the key since Ozz was too tired to realize she left the key literally at door.
It was quiet, everyone was sleeping and Ozz was at the right side of bed- so it was easy for 💠 anon to get her out of bed silently and without getting caught.
Ozz was still sleeping, when 💠 anon has kidnapped her. Well, respectfully of course. Nothing freeky or NSFW was involved. 💠 anon isn't that kind of a weirdo.
After 5 hours, Ozz woke up. “Wait… where am I? Where is my harem?” She said to herself as she looked at the floor in shock. She couldn't move nor go, since she was tied with many chains.
💠 anon giggled,
“That's what you get for ignoring me, Ozz. Even after my many warnings, you still continuously ignored me to the point that I had to kidnap you.” 💠 anon said.
“Now you'll never ignore me even if you wanted to.” 💠 anon said and smiled. With a gray bow on their head, and another gray bow on Ozz's head that 💠 anon gifted.
“We'll be together forever.”
-The 💠 anon.
Ngl I kicked my feet a little reading this. As my eyes scanned this masterpiece, I couldn't help but remember an old saying.
You got me here, 💠 anon. Hell, this could be a Yandere Heaven drama CD. Touché.
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Noisy little mess
Hi sweetie ⁓
I swear to god i'm dreaming about the future plot lately, and I chukle in my sleep since it's so funny dealing with (stalking) the Task Force even if i shouldn't laugh about the things i'm thinking about and i'm so happy to see you've got the same problem as me.
Send hugs to wherever you are ⁓
DISCLAIMERS: clean from smut, but a lot of ignoring feelings and responsabilities; GhostxReader and his will to pretend she doesn't exist (spoiler, he fails); how-to-not-doing-a-mission-safely; a sprinkle of paternal chat; Task Force being misterious about their Lt.; ghosts scared of gnomes.
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Third part here:
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You don't know how you've managed to come back safely to your room.
What you do know is that, since yesterday, your Lt is nowhere to be found.
Oh, and you've finally got menstruations. Soap is the first one who gets aware of this, welcoming you at the breakfast table with the sweetest:
«Ye're finally bleeding, aren't ye?»
Gaz throws him a bunch of towels before Price manages to save the few left, hiding them under his plate.
You sit next to Johnny. It is so rare to have the Captain at breakfast, and it is even…suspicious. You swallow your oatmeal silently, gazing at Price till he murmurs: «What is it?» that smells like coffee and late night work.
«Mmmnothin'»
He sighs, finally raising his sight at you.
«Spit it out. What's wrong?»
«Mmmh…»
He sips his black coffee while exchanging a sight war with you, who're looking at him through the spoonful of chocolate oatmeal, eyes sharpened as a knife. Price leans toward you, willing to win the challenge, when Gaz suddenly asks:
«Have someone seen the Lt? I need to give him a-»
«Speaking of him-» you suddenly burst, breaking the eye contact with Price just to make him sighs for the second times in five minutes. He raises an hand toward your face.
«If you're seeking revenge for your injury-»
«I'm not» you reply almost immediately. «Even if he was a dick»
Price scolds you immediately with a threatening: «language, rookie»
You scroll your shoulders, knowing well you can push yourself so far just 'cause they don't really care about discipline towards each other. At least not at breakfast.
«He's disappeared. So: either he really is a ghost, and he vanished; or he's hiding from me»
Gaz was about to make a joke on your words, but he suddenly stops, with his fork still stuck on the omelet.
«…what? Why from you?»
«Ye'r not that scary»
«I bet i am»
«Hold on, hold on»
Price makes his way through the speech, raising his hands to gain silence. Then he looks at you like he's watching a child trying to convince an ice cream he's not about to eat it.
«So that's what it's going on» and murmurs to himself: «that bloody liar…»
You gasp in surprise, just to make some drama, and Johnny follows your move like a Victorian damoiselle. You slam your hands on the table before Price could speak again, or try to run away from his own words, and you suddenly remember about your elbow. Painful moans are choked in your guts as you spit out a too loud:
«Explain»
And Price answer with an abrupt:
«No»
And Johnny puts out his best puppy eyes, leaning on the table toward his Captain:
«Please! We need to know!»
«We?» John looks at him like he's surrounded by chatty widows. «Why in the bloody hell would you like to know somethin' you're not even involved in?»
«At this point 's a matter of principle»
«A what?»
«We're a team, secrets can't tear us apart»
«That's not a secret»
«Than speak»
«Is it about the fact that Ghost is either tryna kill or getting acquainted with her?»
Three pairs of eyes suddenly glare toward Gaz, who once again freezes with his fork balanced toward his mouth. He smiles nervously.
«…am I allowed to feel in danger?»
Johnny answer with a too sudden: «yes»
Price takes out a cigar with nonchalance, pointing it at Garryk « So you've noticed. At least one brain in my team is not totally burnt»
«Waitwaitwait» you bring back to you the attention, raising an hand to take the floor. «Is he really scared of me? That's why I haven't seen him around in 24 hours?»
«He told me he needed to figure something out 'cause of a problem you've made». Price gives you a look. «I've thought of talking to you about it, but… I'm not blind, rookie. And now that you've speak about him fearing you…i kinda understand what it's passing through his mind»
Gaz nods in agreement. Johnny takes his time to think about it, and after ten seconds of the other two staring at him he eventually realizes something.
Something that you're not getting.
Your eyes jump on their faces with the urge of the only gamer in the team who doesn't know how to cheat. Your fingers dig deeper in the cuticles as you see the three men stand up and make their way out of the dining hall.
«Hey! You can't leave with the secret all to yourself!»
«Sorry kid»
Price pat your head before waving at you, leaving you with what's left of your oatmeal and a few, terse words:
«If he'll feels like it, he'll tell you»
He stops. He suddenly turns serious.
«Do you think you're ready to show us how reliable you are?»
You falter, mumbling: «…yeah…?»
«Good. I've got a work for you, rookie»
Documents are on his desk. Not just any pile of paper: the pile of paper, the intel they were waiting for, the information they've searched for for almost three months.
Ghost is reading the sheets again and again. Yeah, there's no doubt: it's what they've needed, and it is there, on his desk, spawned out of nowhere when he was away for a…mission. Let's call it a mission.
He should be pleased. Happy to say the least, since this kinda intel's like food from heaven for the task force.
But he's…kinda lost in his thoughts. Almost annoyed.
«Who in the bloody hell…» he murmurs as he takes a look at the sheets, not even realizing that someone else has entered the room.
«your fav rookie»
Price's voice makes him fall from his thought's tree. Ghost glares at him through the mask, inspecting his Cap who's clinging on the door frame with a lot of nonchalance, arms crossed and an amused smile on his face.
«…ya'r not meaning-»
«I am»
«Mh»
«surprised? She did an hell of a job, in a good way» he comes in, shutting the door. «She's a good one»
«yeah…»
«That's all you've got?»
Ghost almost stops to breath; his gaze at Price's like laser beam, and he has to collect enough air to blow out a stern:
«Do ya need something else? 'Ve got work to do»
And Price waste no time to smile back a:
«Old demons eat your tongue?»
To what Ghost' s answer's a growl: «mh»
Price shakes his shoulders, approaching the door to go out. «Just an impression of mine»
Ghost's voice stops him at the door knob:
«Ya'r wrong»
«Mmm, yeah? About what?»
«Stop thinking about it, i know you are»
«Tell me what to think then»
«She's not like that»
«Oh, so there is a "she" in your brain»
«Don't read into it»
«You know what's fun?» the Captain comes back, taking a seat in front of Ghost, pointing at him with his judgmental finger «You're dealing with her like she's blackmailing you, or something. Nervous smiles, stupid revenges…»
«Bullshits»
«'S that so? And how do ya call the little problem during training session?»
«A problem. That's all»
«Ghost-»
«No»
He stands, turning his back at the Captain. And that, for him, was the end of the chat.
But not for Price.
«Is not a shame falling for someone»
And the Lt. gives him the coldest glare, jerking his sight at his Cap.
«I'm not» he spit with a harsh voice.
Price doesn't move. He checks his pocket, taking his first cigar of the day just to put it through his lips and chewing the tip lightly, eyes glued to Ghost's. The Cap. nods.
«Good to know» he murmurs.
That was the end of the story. Or at least Ghost has hoped so.
Three days later, he can't help but walk through the base with his eyes fixed on every rookie who stands in his way. He had searched the dining room every morning, checked the training field, the goddamn gym in the evening, even waited for a few minutes every time he passed by her room.
Nothing.
None.
No sign of aggressive gnomes around.
Ghost sips his black coffee in complete silence, glaring at everyone for no apparent reason. He needed to end that odd feeling, those annoying jumps of adrenaline, the bad sensation that something hostile was growing within his stern, cold behavior, breaking it from the inside, scratching away the metal wrap he had built to better control every inch of himself.
And he needed to have her in front of him, speaking out loud the reasons why she was eating his insides like a virus, and asking her, gently or not, to try her best and pretend the two of them do not know each other.
Feeling things for others, either bad or good…it wasn't for him.
«Bloody little idiot…»
«Hope ye'r not talking 'bout me»
Ghost's gaze raises as Johnny joins his solitary coffee-sipping ritual. He put his mug on the table, spreading around chocolate aroma.
The Lt. recognizes it immediately: «That's her goddamn pudding»
«I'm addicted»
Breakfast brings back silent eating and mumbling on caffeine. Soap devours his oatmeal, waiting.
'Cause he knows he just has to wait.
It takes Ghost just one minute and a half to burst out a pretended unselfish:
«Maybe she has eaten that much chocolate that she's become one bar»
«Mh?»
«She's nowhere to be found in person, it seems»
«Are ye searching for her?»
«'Cause of the intel she'd collected» he rushes a justification that Soap doesn't really buy. Johnny almost absorbs his last spoonful, chewing out words mixed with chocolate:
«Price's sent her on a mission. Confidential» he adds. «Dunno 'bout details»
Oh.
That was unexpected; so unexpected that Ghost bites his tongue after rushing out a too fast:
«When?»
The spoon falls in the mug with a metal tingle; Soap's side eyes reach Ghost.
«…are ye worried?»
«No» he bursts.
«Well, we are. Me and Gaz»
That doesn't sound like a lie, and Simon has to lower his shield made of pretending-not-to-think-about-her stuff. Soap keeps on, his eyes wandering around the crowded room:
«Maybe Price's overestimated her skills, dunno…or maybe she's just not ready. 'S strange not having news after three days»
«You two do like her»
Soap sighs, shaking away from his shoulders the morning stiffness.
«She's a good one. She's fun. But she's not so skilled on the field»
«You don't get worried about every rookie's first time. Sooner or later they'll have to be kicked out of the nest»
«If the one that's been kicked out 's ma fav sparrow chick, at least i hope that it'll fall on something soft»
«She's no chick, and not my fav» he rushes again, eagerly to end the conversation and get the fuck out of there. He stands, with a chuckling Soap next to him, who knows his Lt. too well and knows he just has to wait a little more, to give him time to elaborate his thoughts in a more sensible way.
Ghost's first impulse is always imposing himself as a threatening and leading figure. It's an habit.
But this time he doesn't have time to retry his answer.
A worried Gaz appears in the dining room, rushing toward them in some sort of urgency.
«You two» he breathes out, clinging on the table while regaining some air in his lungs «Do you want the good news, or the it-could-be-better news?»
«Were ye runnin' a bloody marathon at the fucking six in the morning?»
«Good new» Ghost answer, still holding his empty coffee mug. «Always good news first»
Gaz gazes at them, elaborating his words as best as he could: «…do ya remember the no-one's-going-to-do-that-mission topic in our last meeting?»
«That sort of suicidal duty 'bout sneaking alone in a mafia boss dirty party?»
Gaz nods. «That one»
«With none to cover your arse?»
«Yeah»
«That one Laswell was tryna to figure out so bad 'cause the goddamn boss had valuable infos 'bout big weapons traffic?»
«Aha»
«But none was that stupid to try it?»
«Soap». Ghost stops his Sergeant's stream of thoughts with a glare through the balaclava. «Cut it. What's the bloody good news 'bout it Garryk?»
«Mission's been accomplished» he spits, with neither a smile nor optimism, and a strange, worried look. Soap's eyes get wider.
«Are ye fucking kidding? Who's the idiot who tried it in the first place?»
Gaz sighs.
«'S our idiot»
It takes a bunch of seconds to link the description with a face, but your silly little smile rushes through their brain almost immediately. Soap stands up so fast the chair almost falls.
«WHAT-»
«The other news » Ghost's harsh voice talks over him, with a hint of hurriness, an almost audible tip of concern that he swallows.
And Gaz wastes no time:
«Now she can drain pasta with her arm»
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