#tommys rambling

[cynoisms]

Mountain: Where did my pebbles go for the greenhouse? I had them right outside Ifrit: ... Is that what those were for? Mountain: Fritter what did you do. Ifrit: Um. I eated them. Mountain: THAT WAS A WHOLE POUND OF PEBBLES? You're going to have to barf 'em up or you'll get sick. Ifrit: I can't. I can feel them digesting already Mountain: Satanas Frit. Ivy walking out: What's happening out here? Mountain: Ifrit ate one whole pound of ROCKS. Ivy: AGAIN??? Mountain: WHAT DO YOU MEAN AGAIN.

[goopboyfriends]

Eddie: Hey Ven? Anne gave me a candle shaped like a slice of cake and I had it right here on the counter but it's gone, do you know where it went? Venom: That was a candle?? Eddie: Bud.. Venom: I just thought it was a terribly flavored cake!

[moltengoldveins]

something about the idea that c!tommy, at the end of things, dyes his hair pink. He lets it grow out, braids it back once it gets to the point where just throwing a hat on won’t fix it anymore, and one day he looks in the mirror and sees Techno staring back at him. Just for a split second, he’s there in the glass, and it’s like a bolt of lightning, Tommy scrambling through his chests looking for pink dye or flowers or something. The first dye job is atrocious but he keeps trying, keeps mixing red and white and blush pink until he gets that exact damn shade, the one he used to wonder why Techno kept at all. It was a liability, he thought, a bright, recognizable color even in darkness. Now, every two weeks, he sits on a stool in his bathroom and paints his roots and smiles at his brother in the mirror. He wears sweaters, now, too, big baggy ones under great leather overcoats to keep out the rain. And if he pulls that one thread on the cuff of every coat that was always loose on Wilbur’s jackets because he’d scrape his guitar calluses against the hem, then that’s nobody’s business but his own. He keeps a brimmed hat for when he goes into town, something kind and green, to shade his eyes and hide the fact that he hasn’t washed his hair in a few days and the roots are starting to grow out white and gold. He feeds the crows and they whirl and tumble around him like leaves in the wind, though he can’t understand what they chatter to him. He walks with a cane, he sings as he works, he carries the Ax of Peace.

At the end of it, he is the last and best of them all. He is every good part of them, held like a passed torch after they’ve gone away. He is not quite happy yet, but he is getting there. And honestly? He’s the spitting image of Technoblade.

[jdorian]

imagine getting paid to kiss Oliver Stark 20-30 times and then wreak havoc on twitter by just genuinely being a fan of the experience

[supercalime]

I like to think that bucks stupid face covered in soot was nodding and smiling like a toddler because he was looking directly at maddie and being like “this is the hot pilot! He makes me happy!”

[areus-in-a-little-cave]

I also found these books that c!Tommy wrote and I can't remember if he ever showed them but what if I was ill

[chronicowboy]

Buck tucks them away in a corner when the mingling begins. They're stood far too close to be decent, Buck pressed up against the hard lines of his date with little care for anything besides being close, close, close. But in his defence, Tommy had taken his turnout coat off somewhere along the way which means he's stood there in a too-tight LAFD tee straining against his biceps and those suspenders Buck has always found more than a little maddening. So, really, it's only right to tuck his hands beneath one of the straps to pull Tommy even closer. And Tommy goes easily, smiling wide enough that it brightens his whole face as he presses Buck a little more firmly into the wall at his back.

"That was good. That was really good, right?" Buck breathes, his own smile making his cheeks ache.

He's horny, yeah, his boyfriend is incredibly hot. And, Jesus, the noise he'd made in the lobby—Buck can't wait to wring more of those noises from him. Mostly, Tommy just looks so stunningly happy to be there with him. So, yeah, he's a little amped up. But he's mostly just giddy. No, happy. He's just happy. Because everyone he loves knows who he is, knows who he's with. And he's just really fucking happy.

"How do you think they knew?" Buck asks then, still a little breathless just from Tommy's closeness, from the way he ducks just a little so their noses brush like they're in their own little bubble. "Like they all just seemed to know. I didn't even get to introduce you as my date." Tommy's eyes do something then, the crinkles at the corners smoothing out as they melt into something so fond Buck's stomach somersaults with it. "I mean, Hen I get. Her gaydar is killer. Like astounding. But Chimney?" Buck's eyebrows furrow, but it couldn't be called a frown for the smile still tugging at his lips. "Do you think he just saw how happy I was—"

"Evan," Tommy says softly. Buck snaps his mouth shut at the look on Tommy's face, all indulgence, downright smitten, if Buck had to take a guess it's probably the same look reflected on his own face.

Tommy reaches up to cup his face, swiping gentle, reverent thumbs over Buck's stubbled cheeks, smile twitching with bitten-back amusement. He pulls his hands away then, freshly cleaned palms coming away sooty.

"Oh," Buck murmurs, face flooding with heat. So, that's how they knew. Makes sense.

"I'm sure they saw how happy you were too." Tommy nudges their noses together again, a gentle little nuzzle that makes Buck's body fizz from head to toes, but there's something hesitant to it that has his eyes flickering back and forth between Tommy's. "You're happy, yeah?"

"Yeah." Buck nods just to feel their noses brush again. "Really, really unbelievably happy, Tommy."

And if Tommy's smile had been beautiful before, this one is radiant as the fucking sun. Buck almost wants to shield his eyes from it, except he doesn't. Not at all. He wants to map every inch of it and remember it forever.

"Good," Tommy breathes out. "Good, that's really good." One of his big hands finds Buck's hip, settles there and squeezes just tight enough to make Buck fizz again. "I'm happy too."

Oh.

Oh.

That's nice. That's really fucking nice.

They have to get out of this very crowded hallway immediately.

Buck lets his smile shift into a smirk and sways forward into Tommy's space. He doesn't look at Tommy's eyes as he does it, zeroed in on those lips that Buck could happily spend the rest of his life getting to know inside and out.

"Hm," Buck hums, pushing far enough forward that Tommy stumbles back a step. "We should probably go and get cleaned up, huh?" He extracts himself from Tommy's arms with only the slightest bit of difficulty, leaving one hand wrapped around his suspenders to drag Tommy along with a raised eyebrow.

Buck isn't entirely sure, but he think there's a little bit of pink underneath the soot on Tommy's face. It makes him even happier.

[cillianmurphysdimples]

Undone/"Relaxed" Tommy is such a sexy sight.

[elfwithagoodgaydar]

"you'd end up breaking my heart... and i don't think i can deal with that." so basically they had tommy say he's in love with buck to the point where he wouldn't be able to move on if buck left him. the man is terrified. and then. they made him LEAVEEEEEEEEEE fucking stupid fr what's wrong with them

[aesthetictarlos]

Sometimes Tommy has trouble falling asleep because his thoughts are too loud and he can't silence them.

The first time it happens when Evan stays the night, he tries to act like nothing's bothering him. Except that Evan is right there and can sense how tense and restless he is, so when he asks... Tommy tells him the truth. Evan, kind, sweet Evan, asks how he can help and Tommy doesn't really know because he never had anyone who would want to help but he likes Evan's voice so he asks him to just... talk. Evan does as he's been told and starts telling him random facts, his voice soothing and steady and so calm that Tommy eventually falls asleep.

It becomes a habit. Every time Tommy has trouble falling asleep, Evan holds him and talks to him. It's not always only random facts, sometimes he tells him about his past travels, and sometimes he talks about the latest documentary or tv shows he watched.

The first time Tommy finds himself restless and squirmy in his bed, at 3am, after the break up, he tries to close his eyes and imagine Evan's voice. He still remembers it perfectly, but it's not the same. He plays all the voice messages Evan has sent him, but it doesn't work. He's desperate, he had a tiring shift and he needs to sleep but he can't, they had a rough call and he's feeling scraped raw so he grabs his phone and stares at Evan's name and eventually presses the call button, holding his breath as he waits. When Evan's worried voice comes into his ear, he exhales a shuddered breath and nearly cries, telling him that he's sorry and that he knows he shouldn't be calling but he just needs to hear a random fact or two, because he can't sleep and he needs to and he misses him, his voice, his fingers in his hair.

Evan starts talking, no questions asked, voice soothing and calm as always, and Tommy starts to drift off, lulled by Evan's words.

[evansbuck-ley]

the first halloween that buck and tommy’s son is old enough to go trick or treating he is insistent in keeping his costume secret - well secret from one parent bc someone needs to pay. and unfortunately for buck he is the parent that is kept out of the loop. and even more unfortunate for buck is that this is the year that he had to work Halloween, so tommy promises to bring henry to the firehouse before he takes him trick or treating.

halloween rolls around and buck is basically vibrating out of his skin bc he just got a text from tommy to tell him their are on the way and he is beyond excited to see his boys. and suddenly there comes the world smallest firefighter sprinting towards buck with tommy not too far behind trying his best to keep up. buck takes in the sight in front of him. bc henry could have dress up as Dracula or Spider-Man but no hes dressed as buck. from the plastic helmet that sat wonky on his head and had “118” scribbled on the front . to buckley-kinard that was neatly printed on the back on his jacket. all the way down to his little yellow rain boots poking out the bottom of his turnouts.

and from behind buck he could hear hen and eddie cooing at the sight of the boy and he could see chimney come to stand next to tommy to take a million pictures that he knows is being sent to maddie - because yes buck we need pictures of everything he does, we need to fill his baby box!

then henry is jumping up and down in front of him so excited and he’s rambling. look daddy I’m you. do you like it? papa said that you would love it. i’m going to be a firefighter when I grow up daddy. can we go see grampy bobby after papa? I want to show him. and god, he is buck’s double and buck just can’t hold it together anymore. he lets a tear slip down his cheek and he scoops the boy in his arms and holds him tight to his chest. and in his head he is thanking whatever god out there that gave him this.

this family. this love. his whole world.

[cynoisms]

Aether: What is he doing..? Rain: Drinking water from this new hanging gutter Mountain put up for his garden I guess. Aether: Why. Rain, shrugging: Heaven if I know Dew slurping water straight from the chain: Oh yeah that's fucking good.

[goopboyfriends]

Venom: Eddie. Let us adopt a dog!

Eddie: Buddy I don't have the funds for a pup right now.

Venom: A pup? Eddie you wish for more offspring?

Eddie: WHAT- No, no Ven you call a dog a pup. A puppy

Venom: I see. Humans are so confusing..

[jdorian]

Lou Ferrigno Jr you are the man for me

[aashiqeddiediaz]

wait eddie finding someone with similar interests actually goes beyond buck's jealousy or anything else because he's finding someone who embraces these parts of him that that previously were framed around his trauma (or rather, he's finding someone to embrace these parts with, even if tommy isn't necessarily aware):

the army

helicopters

mma/fighting

cars

like...this isn't just him getting a new friend. it's also him embracing all these things as hobbies rather than the depths of things he struggled with. (army, being shot out of the sky, street fighting, crashing his dad's truck/buying one with illegal money, etc)

anyway im gonna go cry about him

[areus-in-a-little-cave]

Recently I've been thinking about c!Tommy having tattoos and I just thought up him having these ugly knuckle tattoos that say "give subs" but because Prime is a religion in the DSMP this is kind of like having a tattoo that says Jesus loves you.