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here is a recent commission for @isadora-greenhall, based on her fic, dates and daisies! this fic was a gift for me, so this was incredibly kind and indulgent of dora XD everybody go read her fic, i love it so much!!

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Have every intention to eventually finish these, but I am having the BEST time playing with the models in Clip Studio Paint. Poses so dynamic yes yes go brrrrrrr

[yerlocalrat]

Oh my God guys since when did I know how to do this help-

I have been blessed out of nowhere 🌞

[ygiroadrift]

Rawrrrrr

5 September 2025

[isadora-greenhall]

Dates and Daisies

Rodie first date 🥰 for @officialgleamstar ❤️

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: G

Archive warnings: none apply

Relationship: Ron Stampler/Jodie Foster

Words: 3619

[cookies-over-yonder]

broken plates

“Ron?” Jodie was nearly asleep when he heard a gasp beside him. Whether it’s the demonic bond or just an intrinsic knowledge and feeling, he can feel an overwhelming amount of anxiety in the pit of his stomach, and he thinks he might be sick.

BIRTHDAY gift for @officialgleamstar !!! :DDD ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡

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“Ron?”

Jodie was nearly asleep when he heard a gasp beside him.

Whether it’s the demonic bond or just an intrinsic knowledge and feeling, he can feel an overwhelming amount of anxiety in the pit of his stomach, and he thinks he might be sick.

He turns to Ron, who’s lying in bed with his eyes shut and tears streaming down his face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jodie asks, putting a hand over his. It’s shaking.

“Sorry,” Ron whispers, opening his eyes, “I was trying to be quiet.”

“You don’t need to be quiet,” Jodie sits up, studying Ron’s look of fear, “what’s going on?”

“‘S nothing,” Ron forces out, still in a whisper, “he’s not even here.”

“Who?” Jodie asks, though by the all-too-familiar dread he thinks he can guess…

“My… my uh…” Ron sucks in a breath and more tears start to fall.

“It’s okay, baby,” Jodie gives Ron’s hand a squeeze. He squeezes back. “Nightmare?”

Ron nods. “Mom was there too… she was… she was in bed, and I was bringing her food, and I spilled it on the carpet…” Ron closes his eyes. “And he… he…”

A sob breaks through him and he rushes to sit up, gasping for air. Jodie’s arms are wrapped around him in a second, holding tight.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Jodie hushes him.

“He got—he got mad,” Ron stutters out. “Sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry,” Jodie moves his hands to Ron’s cheeks, wiping away each tear with each thumb.

“I’m okay,” Ron mutters, though the anxious bubbling turned to intense pain in Jodie’s stomach paired with the way he’s trembling and hyperventilating begs to differ.

“Ron,” Jodie pulls him into a tight hug with a hand pressed against his back, rubbing circles into it, “It’s okay if you aren’t.”

“But he’s gone, he’s not here, I—I—I— I don’t have to worry anymore— ”

“That doesn’t change the fact that he hurt you.”

“Am I dying?” Ron asks between breaths.

“You’re not dying.”

Ron’s gasps quicken and shallow.

“I can’t breathe, Jodie, I can’t—I can’t breathe—”

“Ron, hey,” Jodie pulls Ron from his shoulder and presses their foreheads together. “Look at me.”

Ron does, with terrified, faraway eyes—but he does.

“It’s gonna be alright, breathe with me.”

Jodie takes an exaggerated breath in, and an exaggerated breath out. When Ron starts to follow along, the pain subsides a little.

Jodie plants a small, featherlight kiss on his tear-stained cheek. “Keep doing that.”

And they both keep breathing, slow, steady, and staggered and slightly unsteady, but it’s okay.

And Ron slides back into place onto Jodie’s shoulder, and Jodie moves him under his chin and presses another kiss to the top of his forehead.

And, at last, the uneasiness subsides, and Ron is fast asleep.

♡

[freddiemercurylegendabovelegends]

"One evening, during dinner at the grand baronial table of The Manor, there was a phone call from Freddie’s girlfriend, Mary Austin. She had left The Manor to return to London earlier that day and now confirmed that she wasn’t feeling well – an ear infection.

‘I HAVE to go now! I have to go to Mary!’ he stated emotionally to everybody gathered at the dinner table. Fred would need to be chauffeured because he never drove. They were at that time living together at his newly acquired flat in Kensington.

I offered to take Fred. The manageress of The Manor diplomatically offered the studio car: a Ford Cortina estate. With Fred sitting up front beside me, we set off. I felt a bit uncomfortable with the car’s brakes, which were spongy and slow to respond. During the journey, we chatted about music and things in general, but I sensed Fred was tense – he really did care about Mary and wanted to be there with her as soon as possible. Approaching London at a roundabout on the A40, I changed down a gear and pressed the brake. Nothing. Oh dear! I managed to swerve and steer the car most of the way around the roundabout until it veered into a pile of drainpipes. As I fought to control the car, in my mind flashed the headline that might appear in the Melody Maker: Roadie Kills Pop Star.

The car came to an abrupt halt, and Fred and I looked over at each other and confirmed we were both all right.

Fred would take control – he would go for help! Neither the AA nor RAC stood before me on the roadside, not even the elusive, stylish Queen megastar, but Fred, in his faded blue jeans, white clogs and an embroidered black silk kimono a fan had given him on tour a few months previously. He had not shaved for a day or two and his dark stubble was proud, his carefully tousled hair now blew free as he wandered off towards some lights in the distance.

After about half an hour, Fred returned and explained the situation comedy that had unfolded. He had knocked on the door of the first house he came to and was quickly recognised by the people who answered. They let him use the phone and offered him tea.

When Fred’s car and driver arrived at the scene, he reassured me he had called The Manor and somebody was coming to pick me up. The car brakes were found to be faulty, and the police took no action against me.

Later, a music press interview offered Fred a dramatic opportunity to relate how the incident had affected him. He replied that his life had flashed before his eyes – and he had wondered who would look after his cats. ‘And the roadie actually screamed!’ Fred commended me for getting so far around the roundabout and never held me responsible. I still drove him many times after that – even in an old Transit van!"

- Peter Hince, 'Queen Unseen: My Life With the Greatest Rock Band of the 20th Century' book

- Peter "Ratty" Hince met Queen in 1973 when they were opening for Mott the Hoople, began working for the band full time during their 1975 'A Night At The Opera' album, and stayed on as the head of their road crew until their final concert in 1986, 'Magic Tour'.

Peter is currently a professional photographer -

👉 Curiosity

Interviewer: How did you become know as "Ratty"?

Peter Hince: When I started in the music business and being the youngest, I had to do the ‘dirty’ work, which included crawling on top of the dirty, dusty equipment to put small items in the tight spaces under the roof of the truck. I was very skinny and had long greasy hair and was nick named ‘The Rat’ by the truck driver on a Mott The Hoople tour. When I first started working for Queen full time, Brian May changed it to ‘Ratty’.

Maybe he thought it was nicer - and possibly after the character in the classic Wind in The Willows book ??

- Peter Hince, interview 2006,

(read more on http://www.queenarchives.com/qa/peterhince.html)

📸 Pic: Approximately 1977 - Freddie Mercury with Mary Austin

[abeinginsand]

Happy birthday @officialgleamstar !! Hope you have a wonderful day, Trout! :D

(Summarized Description in Alt and long version copied below)

A set of sketches of two couples interacting. The top duo is Ron and Jodie who are standing together. Jodie is smirking and looking at Ron while sipping from a coffee mug. The mug has a swan drawing, flower patterns, and the phrase hello lovely written on it. Jodie is holding a newspaper in his free hand and Ron is hugging onto him from one side while affectionately rubbing his cheek against his partner's shoulder. Jodie has his demon tail and one wing loosely curled around Ron. His tail has a heart shaped curl in it and his hair has flame like ends. His horns curl downward and he wears a partly unbuttoned shirt with rolled up sleeves and some pants. Ron has on a long sleeved collared shirt and cool guy boxers and is grinning.

The second sketch shows both Scary and Normal dressed up some for a rock concert they plan to go to together. Scary is trying and failing to frown while reminding Normal that continuing kissing might lead to smearing their makeup. Normal replies with the question is that a bad thing with a wink emoticon in the speech bubble. Normal is turned away from the viewer completely and has his arms on Scary's shoulders. She is holding onto his waist from one side with one hand and the other seems to reach toward the other side too. She has on a crop top with several straps, fishnet undershirt and sleeves, and pants. Normal has a band tee on with a skull and cross bones on the back and a skirt with one chain hooked to it.

Both drawings are labeled with the pairs ship names and the background has some simple flowers and petals as well as some hearts.