Joe Keery recently shared some thoughts about playing Gator Tillman. How he smacked his head a couple times, how he views the character and more. I think he worded it very well :) :)
Staying at the Burrow for the first time as Ronâs girlfriend felt like stepping into a warm, chaotic embrace. Molly Weasley had welcomed you like youâd always belonged, fussing over your favorite foods, offering second helpings before you even finished the first.
She couldnât stop beaming. Every other sentence was about how well Ron had done for himself.
âSuch a respectful young man,â she said proudly over dinner, giving him a squeeze on the shoulder. âNo wonder he got such a lovely girl. Fred, you could learn from your brother. Ladies like polite, considerate boys.â
Ron had nodded, ears red, doing his best to live up to the praise.
You smiled, heart full, but it was hard not to laugh every time Molly praised him like some angelic schoolboy. Especially knowing what he was really like when no one else was watching.
Later that night, as soon as his bedroom door shut behind you, the change was instant.
His hands were on your waist before you could speak, lips hot against your neck, breath warm and eager. The look in his eyes was anything but gentlemanly.
âBeen dying to do this all day,â he whispered, voice low, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your jumper.
You barely managed a reply before he pulled you into a kiss, deep and slow, his body pressed close like he couldnât stand another inch of space between you.
From downstairs, Mollyâs voice rang out a cheerful, âGoodnight, dears!â
You both froze, stifling laughter, and Ron grinned against your cheek.
âMumâs proud,â he whispered. âLetâs not ruin it.â
shifters remember, stay patient and trust in the unseen.
shifting isn't something you chase outward. it expands within. you are you desired reality, everything within it and everyone who exists inside it. the unseen is where it all begins, and there has to be a softness there, a comfort, a willingness to surrender to what you can't yet see with your eyes.
everything takes shape in the 4d first. always. the spiritual plane. it lives within a higher state, your subconscious, your energy long before it ever touches the physical. so if you woke up here again, or had an awake attempt that felt like it "failed", please hear me: nothing was wasted. nothing didn't matter. you were never doing it wrong.
shifting is subconscious. it's universe. it's energy. and the energy of your fulfilment has already been sent. it's done. it exists. the only thing left isn't more effort or more forcing. the real difficulty in shifting is finding comfort in trusting that your desired reality has taken shape, and not allowing the mental to distrupt the spiritual.
it's surrender.
let go of the grip. trust that what's yours is already moving toward you in the unseen. your job was never to build it by force. your job is to soften, to believe, and to let it come.
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Hey hey, I absolutely love your writing. If you're still open to requests, I would love prompt 6 w/ Ron!! Tysm <333
6. Wiping away leftover lipgloss from their lips after kissing them.
Ron's grip tightened on your hips, a muffled groan leaving his lips when you press your chest against his snuggly, raising yourself onto your tippy toes to fetch another kiss from him. Your boyfriend was trapped between your body and the dresser behind him, not that he was complaining at all. Ron titled his head downwards, opening his mouth slightly to deepen the kiss, extracting a quiet moan from you, as your arms reached up to wrap over his shoulders, pulling him even closer to you.
The big hands on your hips loosened their grip on you, instead having arms snaking around your waist to tug you close in a suffocating hug. Ron's lips separated from yours as he dug his head in the crook of your neck, resorting to pressing kisses there instead, which had you squirming in his grip, one of your hands winding in his red hair, tugging him upwards to connect your lips back to his desperately. The second your lips reconnect in another kiss, a loud pop is heard in the room and you immediately push yourself off your boyfriend, spinning in his arms towards the location of the sound.
"Well this is exactly why Hermione didn't want to come up here herself, isn't it Georgie?" The two tall gingers stand in the room with their arms crossed and looks of feigned disappointment on their faces. "You are exactly right Freddie my boy." Replies the taller of the pair, shaking his head. "What?" You retort, confused. "Uh Hermione says you promised to have breakfast with her this morning while you finished the story?" You scoff, turning back to face your boyfriend, grabbing a fistful of his jumper to pull his down to your level, pressing your lips against his for a final kiss.
You take your time to kiss him despite the loud groans and pop slam of a door opening while the twins trudge out of the room, separating yourself from Ron to cup his face in your hand, thumb softly wiping the corner of his lips to try getting rid of the sticky lip gloss residue. Ron does the same, one hand cradling your cheek, the other one mimicking your movements. You grin up at him, letting your hand fall to his chest before patting him twice and spinning on your heels just in time to hear Hermione calling your name loudly.
hi ml! was wondering if i could req a ron x popular!shy!reader? like his friends tease him because they donât know how he landed her and they think sheâs the more outspoken and dominant one but in reality he is and makes her flustered 24/7:) maybe smut if you want but no pressure! thank you <33
So apparently I'm in my Ron era
Warnings: Hinting to bi reader, suggestive
This isnât as good as i wanted it to be but enjoy!
You turn to your close friend Hannah when Professor Snape gives the go ahead to start your potions, giving her a look and you both look down into your textbooks to hide your wide grins and bubbling giggles.
"Why hasn't he yelled at us once today though?" Hannah whispers, heading to the ingredient cabinets with you on her heels. "Probably got some head or something." You respond with a shrug only to have Hannah scoff and mutter a quiet "Right" which causes you both to erupt with laughter at the back of the classroom.
"Ladies! Is it necessary for me to tell you to shut it every. Single. Class." Snape roars from the front, his face turning red when you only break down even more at the irony, both of you turning to lean on something.
"That's enough! Ten points from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff!" Your hand flew over your mouth in a desperate attempt to keep quiet, your laughter only ceasing when a harsh kick on the back of your leg is delivered by Hermione.
"Oh no please keep it up, you'll only make it easier for Slytherin to win the house cup this year." Pansy states, winking at you as she walks back to her table. Hannah shuffles closer to you, whispering "I bet she has the fattest crush on you. And don't forget her little friends over there."
You look back at Hannah, jokingly flicking your hair over your shoulder. "After that kiss in third year? Of course she has a crush on me." You both sit down at your table, and you start sorting out the ingredients as Hannah flicks through her textbook to find the right page. "Hey Lav? What page is the potion on?" You ask the girl facing you, who stutters as she tells you the number.
Thanking her, you manage to catch the eye of your boyfriend across the room, noticing his other friends glancing at you and you tilt your head, smiling softly at him. He looks down so you avert your gaze, instead starting to chop up some fluxweed seeds.
On the other side of the classroom, Seamus Finnigan mimics your movements rather clumsily as he wanders off into a conversation with the other boys on the table "No you don't understand, every guy in the school wants her and every girl wants to be her. So how did you manage to get her? You don't know how to talk to pretty girls."
"He was probably seduced." Chimes in Dean nonchalantly. "She charmed him hard enough that he got in bed and let her ride him until sun down. She was satisfied with what she saw and decided to keep him around." They all look up, starting to chuckle at Ron's reaction, and add onto the teasing until Neville looks like he's about to explode.Â
Ron feels his cheeks go ablaze and he looks up, watching you smile at something Hannah said. As much as he wanted to flaunt the fact that he was the one to approach you, he knew that your popularity painted you as a maneater. No one would believe him. Even as he walks up to you at the end of class, offering you his hand, he feels the boysâ eyes on you both, ignoring the rosy colour that appears on your cheeks. You giggle, taking Ronâs hand, and together you walk down to the Great Hall for lunch.Â
You sit next to Ron with his friends listening to Harry, who brings up the topic of romance once more, complaining about his failed attempts to ask Cho out. He looks at you and asks âHow do I just ask her? Iâve backed out every single time.â You shrug, pointing at your boyfriend âAsk Ron, he was perfectly fine making the first move on me.âÂ
Your response brings an unusual silence within the friend group. âRon? Ron made the first move?â Hermione finally says, which brings alive a lot of questions from the surrounding teenagers.
âWait I donât understand⊠You guys didnât think I was the one who came onto him did you??â You interrupt, feeling your face start to heat up again. âYes we did!â States Seamus âThis whole time youâve been the popular girl who for some reason went for this thick in the head ginger! But heâs the one who charmed you⊠I see now.â
Ron scoffs and shakes his head, pushing his drink away from him and he stands up, offering you his hand once more. You take it, following him, and shrug at Hermione who gives you a questioning look.Â
âIâm sorry about them, but i think i have something that can distract you from their questions.â You hum, cocking one head to the side. âAnd what would that- Oh!â You squeal as Ron pulls you into an abandoned broom closet, firmly pressing his lips to yours, as you shyly place your hands on his chest, pushing him away from you. âYou couldnât wait could you?â You question him, gently pulling him back in, but itâs only when he presses himself against you that you understand why.
summary: cormac mclaggen doesn't know how to take no for an answer, so your best friend steps in - as your boyfriend
It was nearly impossible to hold in the grunt of annoyance when Cormac approached you in the common room again. You were enjoying time with your friends, cuddled into Ronâs side in front of the fireplace, and there he was, yet again. You donât know when his little obsession with you started, but no matter how hard youâve tried bringing it to an end, McLaggen wonât relent.
âI told you Iâm not interested, McLaggen.â Cormac froze a couple of feet away from you, replacing the surprised look on his face with an insufferable smirk. Ron glanced up, furrowing his eyebrows at the older boy. He didnât know Cormac spoke to you much. And then he was instantly hit with a string of thoughts. You told him you werenât interested? How many times had he come onto you? And how come Ron didnât know?
âIt doesnât count if you donât mean it.â Cormacâs lazy drawl replied, causing you to roll your eyes. âCormac, if I did like you, Iâd have said yes the first time you asked me out, and weâd probably be on our fifth date by now. So trust me, Iâm not interested.â
Ron tightened the arm around your shoulders, fingers drawing abstract shapes on your skin to soothe you. He averted his gaze from Cormac to the side of your face, frowning at the clench in your jaw. Unconsciously, you huddled closer to Ron, playing with the fabric of his trousers to distract yourself.
âYouâre just playing hard to get. Itâs okay to admit you want me.â
Ron shimmied out from next to you, standing abruptly and taking threatening steps towards Cormac. âAre you hard of hearing McLaggen?â The boy flinched back in shock at Ronâs aggressive tone. âBecause everyone here can clearly tell that sheâs not interested in you. So back off.â
Cormac quickly recovered from Ronâs jab, an insolent chuckle leaving his parted lips. âWhat are you, her boyfriend?â
It went silent for a moment, everyone waiting to hear your best friendâs reply to Cormacâs question. The ginger squared his shoulders, curtly nodding. âI am, yeah,â Your eyes flew open in surprise, and you refused to look at anyone else in the friend group, knowing they would have identically teasing smiles on their faces. âSo you should understand why I donât like seeing a clapped bloke like you flirting with my girlfriend.â
Ignoring the insult sent his way, Cormac turned his gaze towards you. It wasnât the usual flirtatious kind, it was dangerous, threatening. âIf you really are dating, why didnât you tell me?â âWell maybe if you actually listened to what I have to say every once in a while, you might have heard me mentioning it.â
You had never mentioned it, obviously. Because you and Ron were in fact not dating.
However, you would be lying if sometimes you didnât wish you were. For example, nights like these, wrapped in each otherâs arms on a couch made for one, or endless hours spent in the library together to finish a single assignment just because you kept getting distracted by each otherâs presence.
Ron took one step closer to Mclaggen, their chests almost touching, and he spat âGet out before I see you out, McLaggen.â With a loud scoff, the older boy turned on his heels and trudged to the other side of the common room, where he slumped down on a couch, eyes still trained on you. Ron turned towards you, eyes instantly softening. You stood up wordlessly, a hand curling around his forearm softly to drag him into an empty study room in the common room.
When the door shut behind Ron, you faced him, bringing both your hands up to cup his jaw as you leaned in closer to him. Just millimetres away from your lips, Ron smiled as he realised what was happening, shutting his eyes as you finally melded your lips onto his. He brought his hands up to rest on the sides of your neck, thumb caressing the skin carefully, lips parting to kiss you deeply.
Your tongue met his between your lips, and you trailed your arms downwards to rest on his chest, lips curling into a wide smile that made it impossible for Ron to continue kissing you. âSorry.â You mumbled when he broke the kiss. Ron shook his head, a smile as wide as yours, foreheads pressed against each other.
âSo I donât wanna sound like McLaggen, but-â
âShut up and go out with me Ron.â
âHey! I was gonna ask-mmph-â Ronâs complaints were immediately put to rest when you pulled him back in for another kiss, hands tightly curled around his collar. Ron stumbled into you, body pressing against yours as he snaked his hands around your waist, splaying his fingers on the surface of your lower back.
âHogsmeade?â Ron asked between kisses, keeping you as close to him as possible as he manoeuvred you against a wall. âUh-huh.â You replied, gasping softly as Ron forced his tongue back into your mouth. Moaning softly, you pushed Ron away from you by the chest, your lips separating with a loud pop.
âSo just to be clear, how long have you liked me for?â Ronâs face flushed a dark red at your question and he instantly reconnected your lips, despite your quiet giggles interrupting you. Twining a hand into Ronâs fiery hair, you tugged at his locks so that you had just enough space between your lips to speak.
âLet me guess.â Ron groaned at your insistence, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. You hummed attentively, trying to make an accurate guess. âIs it-Oh!â Your words were cut off as Ron began harshly sucking on the skin of your neck, bringing a whimper from between your parted lips.
âOkay, Iâll-fuck Ron.â And if it wasnât clear enough that Ronâs intent was to distract your mind from guessing heâd liked you for years, the smile against your neck told you so.
After sifting through hundreds of photos... I have realized that every time Simon takes a photo in the SM-13, he's pulling up a frame to a stop motion animation.
And it can be played back as video.
So, I took each black box photo and compiled them together. You can now watch Simon's entire journey from the SM-13's camera like found footage.
You can also gain access to Simon's amazing photography portfolio from my master reference project, as well as the video for yourself.
Please, have a watch. It's terrifying. I feel like a C.O.I. lab tech delving into something I really shouldn't, and it's a blast!
older leon kennedy whoâs exhausted and broad and built like a man who stopped caring years ago about whether he looked intimidating to people or not
and one night youâre half asleep against him on the couch when his shirt shifts just enough for you to notice the soft trail of chest hair disappearing beneath the collar
and god
it does something genuinely chemical to you
because leon isnât polished
heâs not curated
heâs warm skin and rough hands and old scars and the quiet masculinity of a man whoâs lived in his body instead of performing it
you touch his chest absentmindedly once while heâs talking
just a tiny drag of your fingertips through the hair there
and he stops midsentence
completely
his eyes drop to your hand
then slowly lift back to your face
ââŠyou doinâ that on purpose?â he asks, voice suddenly rougher than before
you smile innocently and do it again
and leon actually closes his eyes for a second like heâs gathering himself spiritually
because the thing about him is that he can survive gunfights and bioweapons and government collapse
but the woman he loves touching his bare chest affectionately while looking at him like he hung the moon?
Leon being competent at every mundane emergency is unfortunately hot
Dead battery? Fixed.
Leaking sink? Fixed.
Smoke detector starts chirping at 3 a.m.? He's already standing on a chair replacing the battery before you've fully opened your eyes, shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips as he reaches up.
Flat tire? Fixed.
Power goes out during a storm? He has somehow produced flashlights from locations in the house you didn't know existed. Batteries fresh, and extras ready.
You wake up sick? There is water on the nightstand, medicine on the dresser, a trash can beside the bed, and he's quietly Googling whether soup actually helps or if that's just something people say.
He's not doing any of this in a flashy way. No smugness. No "good thing you have me." You just mention a problem and watch it vanish from the universe.
You say, "Hey, I think the faucet is dripping."
Three hours later the faucet is no longer dripping.
You don't even know where he went. You didn't see him buy parts. You didn't hear tools. You merely reported an issue and the issue ceased to exist.
Like some kind of government-funded household magician.
And he's so nice about it. You apologize for bothering him and he looks genuinely confused.
What do you mean bothering him? The thing was broken. Now it's not. This is, in his mind, a completely normal sequence of events.
The hottest thing about Leon is not that he can survive bioweapons and international conspiracies. It's that he approaches everyday inconveniences with the same intensity.
Your phone isn't charging correctly? He is troubleshooting.
Your grocery bag rips? He has already caught the falling items.
You lock yourself out of the house? He is somehow inside before you finish explaining what happened.
At some point you stop saying things like "Can you help me with this?"
Instead you just say, "Hey, this thing is doing a weird thing."
And then watch a thousand-yard stare settle into his eyes as a new mission objective appears.
The true fantasy isn't dating a super-agent.
The true fantasy is dating a man who hears "there's a weird noise coming from the washing machine" and responds with the same focus other men reserve for the birth of their first child.
And yes, the nightmare thing is part of it.
Because you'll wake up at 2 a.m. from some awful dream, disoriented and upset, and before you're even fully awake he's pulling you closer and mumbling, "You're okay. I've got you." Like he's personally prepared to fight your subconscious if necessary.
Government-issued husband behavior.
Taxpayer-funded boyfriend services.
A man whose primary love language is apparently identifying problems and eliminating them with extreme prejudice.
A/N: Unfortunately, I have once again mistaken trauma symptoms for personality traits and found them attractive. If a man says "I took care of it" and the problem is actually solved....well, I am a slut for that man then. Also, it's my birthday!! I am old :( and I plan to stay exactly this old for the next 20 years
The reason Leon Kennedy works so well is because he is equal parts gentleman and deeply unwell, which means every sweet gesture comes with the undertone of a man trying very hard to hold himself together.
Like, because he's polite: he opens doors for you, walks on the outside of the sidewalk, remembers how you like your coffee
But because he's unwell: he checks every exit constantly, he needs to hear your voice after nightmares, little things become huge things with him
And that's the thing. The romance isn't that he would die for you. Lots of characters would die for you. The romance is that he's trying, every day, to live for you. And some days that is clearly the harder thing.
For example: you mention offhand that your car has been making a weird noise. Three days later he hands you the keys back and says, "Should be good now." You find out he spent his only free afternoon under the car teaching himself how to fix it from a repair manual because the thought of you breaking down alone on the side of the road made him physically ill. He never tells you that part. He just asks you to text him when you get home. Immediately. Every time. Forever.
A/N: love me an acts of service husband. Speaking of, today is my second wedding anniversary and I FORGOT hahahaha. I'm gonna be in trouble later. Guess he gets the oldest gift around *ties up hair in a scrunchie*
Has anyone ever gone for the obvious angle of Eddie not realizing Steve wants to do more than fuck and saying âyou donât have to act like weâre in loveâ
(and personally I wanna see Steve respond with his broken little âyou donât love me? đ„șâ)
So my beta reader for the Big Fics is an astrophysicist, right. Who is currently also writing a hard sci-fi novel about the exploration of Phobos (more power to them, I cannot with the physics required for that, best I can do is soft sci-fi/fantasy and that reminds me I should finish that story).
Anyway I was bitching about how hard it is to come up with feasible planets in Star Wars because sometimes you need a new planet from scratch and sometimes you need to know more about a planet than the 'has jungles, is probably a moon technically' than Wookieepedia will give you, and they're like 'oh yeah I can do something about that'.
So they've written (in Matlab but they swear it will run as a .exe as well and I may be conscripted to embed it as a web tool at some point) a star system generator.
You input what you know about the planet (ecosystem, population, sun colour, does it have liquid water, does it have a moon or moons, is it a moon or moons, temperature averages, atmosphere, you get me) and it will give you the... everything else about the star system, in obedience to real-universe physics. And if you input nothing you get a randomly generated star system.
And Iâm like oh I know people who will be into this with a vengeance, and they're not on Tumblr, so this is me seeing who exactly would be keen on, and I cannot stress this enough, a real-physics comprehensive star system generator.
It's still in the debugging phase (last error fixed: every planet wants to have a population of exactly 5000 regardless of other factors, turned out to be a missing equals sign somewhere), but I'm psyched for this and trying to gauge interest for how high a priority 'make this an accessible web tool' needs to be.
Reblogging to drag this project over here, this is killing my notes on main so I'm giving it its own URL. Follow over here for updates on the star system generator and only the star system generator, and not on my Star Wars bullshit.
Will go through and tag interested parties when things calm down below 100 notes an hour.
Things have not calmed down even a tiny bit but tagging begins under the cut, if you're tagged it's because you expressed interest in a way I can parse on the original post on my main blog, and I would like you to leave my main alone so I can get back to using it for Star Wars memes please. Updates will come through THIS BLOG, and ONLY this blog, as they come up, so PLEASE can you come over here and stop making my main uninhabitable I'm begging, we didn't know it was going to blow up this hard.
(If I've tagged you and you're already over here, I'm sorry, but there are literally thousands of notes and only one of me and I wanted to make sure you didn't miss out on updates as they come up.)
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