sgt-garrison

[sgt-garrison]

Sounds of Garrison falling to the floor

Erm sooo I updated this, I feel as though this is more Hollycore as she is now. ANYWAY, enjoy (maybe I'll update Lockies at some point...)

[sgt-garrison]

(Garrison kept his rifle case between his legs, shifting its weight to compensate with the bumps and waves of the helicopter. It had been some time since he was personally selected to go out on a mission- not since.. shit, back with Jackdaw. That’d nearly lost his memory. He rummages his kit as he starts remembering the details.

Low risk gone wrong. Purposefully, it seemed like. To test the limits of his patience and quickness in the moment. It seemed to work well enough. Brass had kept off his back so far. And now, there was this.. situation. Details were vague. But he knew he was stopping someone somewhere trading illegal weapons. He’d be perched and providing cover from afar. He could do that well enough.

Amidst his thinking, he’d managed to pull out his imports and light one up, taking thoughtful drags as the people around him shift away from the smoke.

He could do this.

He can do this.

It was a matter of being there and doing the damn thing.)

Closed rp with @sgt-garrison

This time the weather was dry and peaceful as they flew the helicopter from Scotland to Norway. Not many people, just those with experience and helpers. They were past their last refueling stop, over the rocky forest by now.

Boots looked around the helicopter, her gun held tightly in her lap with her gloved hand. No one was talking, just adjusting their radios or just sitting. No sound except the noise of the plane and the chatter of the pilots.

[sgt-garrison]

(He hums in the acknowledgment, a small smirk kicking up on the side of his lips)

Y’r perceptive, little lady. I like that.

But, yeah. Sure is. Harder t’light, I mean. Got it down better n’ how I was doin’ when I first had ‘em, but, y’know. Lighter’s’ll always be a pain n’th’ass.

(He takes a small drag as he lets the fire flick and die from the lighter, his shoulders sagging if only momentarily to the introduction of nicotine.)

Garrison offers you a cigarette with an amused glint in his eye. Do you accept?

[sgt-garrison]

Mmm, staycation. Sounds good on th’ mind n’soul.

(He hums as he procures his own cigarette, pulling his mask up to place the smoke between his lips. He makes a “give me” motion towards the lighter as he talks.)

Ain’ nothin’ much, really. Same ol’ thing. Price barkin’ n’ what not. Real stick n’ s’ass, recently.

Garrison offers you a cigarette with an amused glint in his eye. Do you accept?

[sgt-garrison]

I think I’ll draw this. Who’s in the Garrison gang?

[sgt-garrison]

THEY TOOK HULK HOGAN 💔💔💔💔

[sgt-garrison]

Cod artists rise up

I regret to inform everyone that Holly labubu art is in progress

[sgt-garrison]

good night 🌙 a strong justice is a symptom of autism

What

[sgt-garrison]

FINALLY got a spot for psychiatric screening. 3 months out but fuck it we ball. Find out what’s in my brain, doc.

[sgt-garrison]

i thought i'd make my response public because a lot of people already have the scoop on what happened, so here you go.

2 days ago, i sent an anon to @/a-phoenix-must-burn regarding their recent portrayal of their trans ftm character in a scenario which i thought, and still think, is very uncomfortable and could (not is, but could) come off as fetish-y.

i am trans ftm. i identify as a man. i write trans ftm characters. putting a trans ftm man in a scenario where he has to pose as a woman during the entirety of a mission that he is being paid for, to me, is a very gross & uncomfortable scenario. the reason it could be regarded as fetishy is because, in several reblogs, adrien (or rather, his character phoenix) remarked that graves "didn't pay well for no reason". i assumed this meant phoenix, the character, was paid well specifically to wear dresses during missions that, in my point of view, did not require them at all. i have no problem with trans men wearing dresses, i have a problem with it when that expression of identity is regarded in a more sexual way than just being a fashion choice. and keep in mind, i am a firm believer that our writing can very strongly reflect on ourselves as people. i will not budge at all on the idea that "fiction ≠ reality". (i would appreciate that people who aren't trans ftm do not try and give their input on this situation specifically, only to acknowledge it and the difference in mine & adrien's views)

however, when i wrote and sent that anon, i was angry and upset and i let my own personal feelings about adrien (who i have spoken to before on several occasions) get in the way of critical thought & i let it affect the way i regarded adrien in this anon (and another one that adrien likely deleted) that i sent. i was hurtful and i acted irresponsibly.

the reason that i did this on anon instead of dming adrien is because adrien and i are not on good terms. i will admit i've done this before (trying to give criticism) and spoken to adrien via discord about his writing that didn't make sense to me and/or made me uncomfortable. i did this in a server that adrien, myself, and a few other writers in the cod rp community were in. immediately, it felt as though my words were very quickly taken out of context and twisted into something far more malicious than i ever intended them to be. to my recollection, i explained myself and apologized to adrien for anything that i said that mightve seemed more personal or couldve been deemed a direct attack on adrien as a person. i will acknowledge that i'm not sure the criticism was warranted (then and now) and assuming it was was an honest mistake that i made. since then, i did not feel comfortable speaking to adrien about anything like this as i felt my words would once again be deemed a personal attack rather than genuine criticism from writer to fellow writer. this is also the reason i hid on anon and then lied about it instead of dming adrien directly. none of this is an excuse for my actions, but i hope it gives more context to this situation so the anon that i sent to adrien does not seem like an entirely baseless act of hate, which it wasn't. or at least, i never intended for it to be.

although sending what i sent was a frankly stupid decision & a very mean one, i will continue to disagree that it was an act of bullying of some sort. my intention was not to cause adrien or anybody else any kind of hurt, but i understand now that i have and i will take accountability for this. i will also acknowledge that adrien has made it clear he did not want to be contacted by me, an action that i mirrored, and i have broken that boundary while he has not. for that, i am genuinely sorry. i am sorry to adrien, to his friends, to my own, and to anybody else who has been affected or been witness to this inexcusable behavior of mine.

as some of you may know, i've been on adrien's end of similar anon messages. during that, i held my ground and spoke out publicly about the firm boundary that blocking somebody sets. i know what it feels like to have that boundary broken and i am absolutely disgusted with myself that i've acted hypocritically & that i've inflicted that awful feeling on somebody else.

i am someone who has struggled a lot in their life. i have a lot of unresolved issues and these issues can be cause for unwarranted anger on my end. i am not and have never been a person who wishes somebody pain or suffering. i never will be. i am only somebody who has made a mistake, made a choice i regret. i will try my hardest not to be this person any longer.

once again, i'm sincerely sorry to adrien for my actions. unless i hear from him directly that he wants to speak with me, i will not ever try to contact him again. i will do the same for anybody who has blocked me or will be blocking me in the future. i've closed my anons and my dms to try and avoid any hateful messages from strangers regarding this situation. thank you for reading and though i do not expect forgiveness from anybody, i hope for some sort of understanding of my side of the situation and of the sides of the people who have unfortunately gotten involved in it.

[sgt-garrison]

Going to stop activity on here as I start discussing things with people.

I don’t condone sending hate via anons. Just because I’m their friend doesn’t mean I support all their actions. Just because I don’t like a person doesn’t mean I support sending hate.

Ive distanced myself from interactions for the time being and have started giving thought to what’s happening and how to approach things.

My DM’s are open. If you have grievances, I want to hear them and have open and honest conversations. Please feel free to reach out on your own terms.

[sgt-garrison]

I’m open to conversation if people have issues with who I am and what I’ve done. I’m accountable and honest and know I’m not a perfect person. So, please. Let me know. It’s getting out of hand, to where fingers are being pointed at the wrong people.

I’m always open to conversation. Don’t feel fearful to reach out and make me own up to my faults. I strive to be better, always. This is an open invitation to anyone and everyone.

[sgt-garrison]

(He chuckles softly as he takes the lighter in his hands) There y'go. It's always somethin', ain' it? (It takes a few tries, what with his hand being gloved, but he eventually gets the flame going and lighting his cigarette.)

Garrison offers you a cigarette with an amused glint in his eye. Do you accept?

[sgt-garrison]

Did I wear my pants this mornin', LT? 'Course I got'a lighter. (He chuckles as he fishes around in his pants, eventually producing a lighter and offering it to Holly.) Long time no see. How's it been, Holly? Haven' gott'n a call t' rescue you in a minute.

Garrison offers you a cigarette with an amused glint in his eye. Do you accept?

[sgt-garrison]

...a reenactment? anyone?

💘 (they stand close together behind the building, having just shared a smoke.)

think i'll die if i don't get my mouth on you. (simon mumbles, words meant for just sam and no one else, as if he actually has the guts to follow up on any of it.)

(really, he could sit here all day and murmur sweet nothings to this man, but just the thought of being the one to close the small distance between them makes his stomach churn. staring into sam's eyes, he wonders if any of this is real, if he's deserving of it. if a dead man like him should still get to feel inexplicably alive in quiet, romantic moments like these.)

And maybe an alternate writing of a critical moment..

(Garrison nearly chokes on his cigarette at the words- but, remarkably, keeps his cool. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His heart beat down to his fingertips- down to his toes- as he sees their months of pining made manifest. This was a clear invitation from the other man, a window of vulnerability opened just for Garrison to see. Something that wasn't Ghost- but was honestly, truly, Simon.) S'that right.. (He mumbles around his cigarette, feeling his heart continue to fight its way out of his chest.) Y'cmere then, Simon. C'mere- (And as he exhales smoke, he bridges the distance between the two. A hesitant hover above equally scarred lips- tales that tell tragedy with no words that are told- before Garrison locks his with Simon's. Something of a declaration, a promise. To take care of Simon, and to treasure what little moments of vulnerability he's given.)

[sgt-garrison]

S’alright. Ain’ everybody’s vice, I get it.

(He takes to placing the cigarette between his unmasked lips before rummaging for a lighter. A treat for himself, with good company? Always a good time.)

Garrison offers you a cigarette with an amused glint in his eye. Do you accept?

[sgt-garrison]

Now ain’ that nice’a you..

(He’s quick to unravel the candy and pull up his mask. He pops the chocolate in, then pulls the mask back down. He gives an affectionate pat on Rabbit’s head.)

Y’enjoy that, now. S’good stuff.

Garrison offers you a cigarette with an amused glint in his eye. Do you accept?