#Ron Gray

[flowery-laser-blasts]

Sisters got the same type: 'The goofy funny haha one' ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ)

Yes I took this quote from Who framed Roger Rabbit?

Also thanks to @creatorping for helping me decide on Kim's bathing suit m(_ _)m

[dozydawn]

February 26th, 1986. Photographed by Ron Gallela.

[unlawfulchaos]

Bradley, on the phone: Hey Uncle Sli! I just used your prank on Ice, he's never gonna guess who did it-

Ice, from the other side of the house: BRADLEY, I KNOW THIS WAS YOU!

Bradley, yelling back: UNCLE SLIDER APPROVED IT! IT WAS HIS IDEA!

Ice: I AM COUNTING TO TEN.

Bradley: Shit, he started counting, I gotta go, Uncle Sli. It was worth it!

[swimmingcreatortyrant]

🃏gloomy cards🃏

[softspeirs]

all in: ron speirs/OC

Author's Note: This is an excerpt from chapter sixteen of my longfic Barren Soul which you can read in full on AO3! This was the first piece of writing I ever did for Band of Brothers, so I wanted to give it a moment on its own - this fic has been ongoing for four years, and has been a total labor of love. Although this is part of a longfic, I also think this is a good standalone and you don't need much prior knowledge of Ron and Kat to read. I hope you enjoy!

Speirs watches from the treeline as the disaster of an attack carries on. He hates himself for it, but he can’t take his eyes off the slim form of Kat Gray, barricaded against a building, Johnny Martin at her back.

His heart is in his throat, pulse loud in his ears. The little radio chatter — more like screaming at this point — he can hear has fury roiling in his gut.

He can’t get her face out of his mind.

And now he has to watch as Easy gets picked off one by one. Lipton is their only saving grace, and Speirs has to force his mind to focus, to listen for orders and trust that she is going to survive this.

“Speirs!” Winters hollers, his voice angrier than Ron has ever heard it, and it spurs him into action. “Get out there, relieve Dike, and take that attack on in!”

He doesn’t hesitate. He has no thought for the bullets zipping by as he runs, he has no thought for the sounds of screaming around him as he falls to one knee by Lipton, Luz, and Dike.

“Lieutenant, what are we doing?” Lipton asks, bordering on panic.

“I’m taking over.” He replies, and a deep breath later, he’s coming up with a plan.

The battle seems to go in slow motion. His heart pumping, he runs and runs and somehow through all the bullets whizzing about and the steady thump of German artillery, it all goes quiet in his mind.

All he can think about is their objective, and getting everyone out of there. Without this accomplished, they’re sitting ducks, and he refuses to be another bad leader for this company.

By the time it’s over, he’s drenched in sweat, covered in dirt, and has a bullet graze to his left shoulder that he’ll need to get looked at eventually. He barely has time to catch his breath before a sniper takes aim, and his heart goes to his throat as he watches Lipton shove Kat to the ground and near an overturned truck.

Before he can call out any commands, Lipton takes charge and within another minute, Shifty Powers fires another shot, and quiet settles back over the town again.

When the rest of the company filters in, it feels natural to start giving orders to check and clear buildings, and find a suitable place for the CP.

“Speirs.” Sink finds him quickly, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Hell of a job. Goes without saying that promotion is yours.”

Speirs blinks. “Thank you, sir.”

“It’s well earned, son. We’ll deal with bars and stripes after we see what damage was done here. Talk to Winters and Nixon and figure out next moves.”

“Yes, sir.”

He feels a little blindsided, though he supposes he took the rank of captain the second he was called over by Winters to lead the attack. It still feels like it all happened to someone else.

He finds himself searching for Kat in the milling crowd, and is relieved when he spots her calling out to Roe, Spina, and a few other soldiers about getting an aid station up and running. It’ll be a day before the hospital catches up with them, and Speirs just hopes that this is the end of this truly terrible stretch.

Later, after he’s gone over the meager company roster again and again and made himself as useful as he can, Speirs finds Kat in the church. His steps falter when he sees her, leaning half against the pew, half against George Luz, her eyes drooping. It’s clear she’s exhausted.

He’s still wired on adrenaline, a combination of the thrill of taking command and nearly getting himself killed. He needs to do this now, before he loses his nerve.

“Gray,” he calls for her gently, not wanting to startle her. Luz nudges her when she doesn’t respond right away, and she snaps to alertness, looking around wildly. Trying to find another injury, he thinks grimly. “Can I speak to you for a moment?”

Kat looks wary. He doesn’t blame her. The last time they spoke he was so angry with her he could barely see straight. The only thing he could see in his mind’s eye was the look on Joe Liebgott’s face when he raced into the CP days beforehand, saying that they needed a jeep to get Kat Gray to the aid station.

He heard “during the shelling” and “wounded, unconscious” and nearly felt the world tilt on its axis. Dog and Easy were hit hard in the Bois Jacques and he, morbidly, was getting used to reporting on wounded and KIAs nearly every day, but he never, ever imagined that it could have been her he had to tell someone about.

When he saw her later, alive and well, he couldn’t help but snap at her, even though the last thing he wanted to do was make her feel like he was talking down to her or doubting her abilities. God knows the Battalion would be a lot worse off if not for her and the other medics.

Now, as he tears himself out of his thoughts, they find a quiet alcove, away from prying eyes. Up close he has the opportunity to look at her face and memorize every detail of it, including the new scrapes and bruises that have appeared.

“Sir?” She asks. She looks nervous, and he hates it. He doesn’t want her to be afraid of him.

He forces himself to be steady. Taking a deep breath, he begins with the confession that will either send him sinking or soaring. “I told you I had something I needed to say to you.”

She nods.

Suddenly, he feels lost for words. How does he put into words the way he feels when she’s around him? The way he constantly seeks her out like a beacon? It’s terrifying, so he decides to go with the truth. “You scare me.” He tells her, an admonition and confession all in one.

She blinks, taken aback. “Don’t be ridiculous–”

He can’t help but smile softly, her lack of awareness about how magnetic she can be one of the things that keeps drawing him back in. “You scare me because you’re a distraction, even if I’m not near you. You’ve caught me completely off guard, and it’s infuriating. You have absolutely no regard for your own safety, you continue to throw yourself in front of every goddamn bullet you see…” He stops himself, breathing hard. “You almost died, and I can’t let this war go on without you knowing that I--”

Her hand gentle on the side of his face puts a stop to whatever he was going to say next. Her touch is cool, and his heart stutters. Their faces are mere inches apart, both of them holding fast to the last vestiges of their self control.

Her face twists like she’s going to cry. “No one has ever said anything like that to me in my life.” She whispers, swallowing hard, and Ron feels his heart splinter into pieces at the look on her face. His face falls when he realizes she’s about to cry.

“Stop.” He says firmly but gently, his hand finding her cheek, a mirror of the way she’s touching him. “Look at me.” Her eyes are watery. “You don’t owe me anything.”

“But I want--” She cuts herself off, seeming frustrated. Whether at herself, or the situation, or that she can’t find the words, he’s not sure. But she hasn’t run from him, hasn’t slapped him across the face, so he lets himself feel a bit of hope. “If we were any other people at any other time…”

“I know.” There’s no confession of love, no romantic overtures, but it’s more than he expected. “You have to stay alive.” He whispers.

Feeling emboldened by the way she still hasn’t stopped touching him, her slim hands currently fiddling with the pins on his lapels, he leans into her a little more. His heart still galloping, he forces himself to take two steps back from her. “You should go first.”

She locks her gaze with his one more time, a long moment shared between the two of them. “Get back to your men, Captain.”

“Yes ma’am.” He murmurs. He wants to kiss the smile off her face.

She’s gone like she wasn’t there in the first place, leaving him to sag against the wall at his back. He wipes his hand over his face, shaking his head in disbelief, before forcing himself to return to the person the men need him to be right now.

.

The first few days with Speirs as CO are like a breath of fresh air. They have supplies, they have hot meals, and best of all, they finally have someone in charge that knows what they’re doing.

There’s still a heavy dose of suspicion going around, Kat notices. Whether it’s from all the rumors flying around about Speirs or because they’re still trying to figure him out, she’s not sure.

Her personal biases aside, she knows she’d trust him with her life and the lives of her friends. His actions in Foy speak for themselves, and she knows Lipton, Luz, Martin, and most of the other NCOs think the same.

She’s still struggling to comprehend what happened between the two of them after the assault on Foy. It felt inevitable, but they haven’t spoken about it since, and it’s starting to feel like they never will.

Maybe that’s for the best, she thinks, not naive to the real world consequences of getting involved with a superior officer.

She and Spina are packing up whatever supplies they have left from their makeshift aid station, getting ready to load the trucks that will hopefully take them as far from Foy and Bastogne as humanly possible.

Approaching footsteps have them looking up, and Kat fights the widening of her eyes when she sees Captains Speirs, Winters, and Nixon.

“Evening,” Nixon says when he gets close, coming around to stand on Kat’s other side. “You’re always working.”

“Someone has to.” She fires back, grinning at him when he rolls his eyes.

“We’re almost finished,” Spina says, glancing at the clipboard in his hand. “We’re still low on most supplies, but with the hospital closer than it’s been in months, we can send the worst cases there where they’re better stocked than we are.”

Winters nods. Speirs hasn’t said a word, but Kat feels his eyes on the side of her faze boring a hole into her.

“We’ll probably get orders tomorrow morning,” Winters says, “And we’re hoping to resupply when we get to the next town. Make sure anyone who’s sick knows we’ll have real beds and showers soon.”

Relief floods Kat’s body at the thought of sleeping indoors, and she’s sure it’s showing on her face.

“Don’t spend too long out here.” Winters adds, looking at both of them in turn. “Especially you, Kat. I want you to give that arm a break and get some rest.”

“Yes, sir.”

They leave, with the exception of their new CO, and a look passes over Spina’s face. “I, uh– I’ll head in and make sure we’ve got somewhere to bed for the night.”

Kat and Speirs watch him go, and Kat is shaking her head before he can say anything. “This isn’t a good idea, he’s going to think–”

“I just wanted to check in with you.”

Kat swallows hard, feeling so out of her depth she doesn’t know what to do with herself, but also reveling in having his attention so fully on her. It’s a heady feeling. “We just need to be careful.”

He nods slowly. “Let me see your arm.” He says, gesturing for her to put her hand in his.

It’s this, strangely, that feels like a turning point for Kat. He has never touched her before, not like this, not so caring. She has never let anyone, really, do this for her.

“It’s fine.”

“You keep saying that.”

She holds out her arm, and he takes her hand gently, lifting her sleeve with his other hand until he can see the dirtied bandage underneath. She watches his face, and his jaw ticks when he sees how extensive the damage was.

“We’re out of bandages.” She says, needlessly, because they have been for weeks. “I’ll change it when we get resupplied.”

“How many stitches?”

“No one told me. Haven’t had time to count,” She says lightly.

He meets her eyes, one eyebrow raised. “Been busy?”

“A little.” She shrugs.

This is new. The banter. It’s– it’s the same feeling she had when they talked one on one in Paris, and again, she realizes how young he looks.

“I know we need to talk about… this.” He says, hand still gentle on her arm.

Kat nods slowly. “I don’t really know how.”

He smiles, a small, quick upturn of his lips. “I don’t either.”

“We need to be careful.” Kat looks up at him. “I want–” She stops herself, eyes closing briefly, trying to find the right words. “I have these feelings for you that I shouldn’t have, but I do. And I don’t know what that means or how we do anything about it. I thought it was just me–”

“It’s not just you.” His gruff voice cuts her off. “And the way I feel… Kat, there’s nothing casual about it. Not for me.”

Her heart thuds in her chest, and she doesn’t know how long they stand like that, but an understanding passes between them and without words, it becomes so clear between them.

They could die any day. Either of them. They’re not guaranteed to come home. And if this is the only chance she has to feel some happiness, to feel cared for and to feel those butterflies that up until now she’s only read about… she’s going to take it. She’s going to be careful with her heart, but she’s going to let it lead her this time.

The sparkle in his warm eyes makes it clear he’s going to do the same thing. And the knowledge that she’s the only one getting to see him like this, getting to see this look on his face… it only makes it clearer that she’s making the right decision.

So with two feet, she jumps. All in.

[callsignthirsty]

I heard it's horny for slider hours I blame @calkale

this man and his gray sweatpants will be the death of me

[the-baymen-real]

Uhhhhhh sprunki mention

[mystcldydrms]

christmas time is right around the corner and it's my favourite time of the year. so, I'd love to get some christmas requests from you. it can be one shots, blurbs, headcanons or moodboards. I'm open for anything.

here's a list of all the people I write about.

[simp2537]

Requests are open

My request box is open! I write for a bunch of fandoms and characters that I’ll list below.

Percy Jackson

Character: Percy, Annabeth, Grover and I do the Greek gods and stuff. I might add more characters from the series/show so ask if you’re not sure.

Grishaverse

Character: Aleksander, Alina, Nikolai, Zoya, Genya, Kaz, Jesper, Nina, Inej, Matthias, (I haven’t read the series all the way through but I have seen the show and read the demon in the wood)

Harry Potter

Characters: Golden trio era, Marauders era, and Fantastic Beasts

Narnia

Characters: Caspian, Peter, Edmund, Lucy, Susan

Disney

Characters: Just general Disney, like the Princess, Princes, Disney channel and stuff

Avatar

Characters: Jake, Neytiri, Tsu'tey, Lo'ak, Tsireya, Tonowari, Ronal, Neteyam and Spider

My Hero Academia

Characters: Deku, Dabi, Shoto, Kiri, Mina, Bakugo, Shōta, others

Hunger Games/ TBOSAS

Characters: Katniss, Peeta, Gale, Coriolanus, Lucy, and Finnick

John Wick/ John Constantine

Stranger Things

Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, 001/Henry Creel, Billy Hargrove, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley

Tales of Arcadia

Characters: Jim Lake, Claire Núñez, Toby Domzalski, Douxie Casperan, Krel Tarron, Aja Tarron

Dead Boy Detectives

Characters: Monty the Crow, Edwin Payne, Charles Rowland, Crystal Palace, Niko Sasaki

The 100

Characters: Bellamy Blake, Octavia Black, Clarke Griffin, Finn Collins, Jasper Jordan, Raven Reyes, Marcus Kane, Monty Green,

And so many others I just can’t think of them right now. If there’s a fandom you’re wondering about just ask and I’ll see what I can do. I do platonic, romantic, Female, Male, neutral, working on yandere stuff, angst, head-cannons, au’s, working on smut. I don’t write Character x Character stuff. Have a lovely day 🥰🥰

[smooshi-graysimp]

HC of the week

Characters: Draco, Gray, Lola, Mico, Oc Ron

So I’m disappointed

I thought Draco in his voicelines says DRA CO while the music vid said DRAY CO

Making me hc that Draco calls himself DRA CO because it’s cooler while everyones else calls him DRAY CO

I was wrong, his voicelines does in fact say, DRAY CO

Other than that I also hc that his dragon is also named Draco except it’s DRA CO

It also lead me to doodle my oc Ron in who’s real name is Hal and the Brawlywood trio bullying him

Thing is Grays real name is Gary (GA RY not GAR RY because of Edgar I keep thinking of his name like that)

And since I think it’s funny for the Brawlywood trio/quad to all have fake names except for Mico, Lola’s real name is Loo Loo

[lobbycards]

The Negotiator, US Lobby Card. 1998

[fancycolours]

TOMMY JAMES AND THE SHONDELLS during a recording session for their track "Crimson and Clover". (October 30th, 1968.)

[dozydawn]

Bobbie Gentry attends the Academy of Country Music Awards, 1981. Photographed by Ron Galella.

[valentinetypewriter]

PSA about movies/books

You're not a fake fan if you've read the books but never seen the movies

You're not a fake fan if you've watched the movies but never read the books

You don't have to watch/read something just because you like it's equivalent.

Movies are always different from the source material, in movies characters might be the opposite of how we imagine them to look like. And it's ok if you don't like that.

For example I myself am a huge movie buff and a bookwork but I also have different opinions

I love the book "The Picture of Dorian Gray" but I don't ever want to watch the movie - in the movie Dorian Gray just doesn't fit the way I pictured him

I love the Harry potter movies, but I've only read the first 2 books, and I don't really plan on reading the rest, - because I like the way the movies make me feel

I also watched "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" movie before i read the book. - And I like both, but I'll still watch the movie over reading the book

[fryingpan1234567]

no words could express the pure, unfiltered rage I felt when I realized I couldn’t put my girl’s COLLEGE FUCKING DIPLOMA up on the walls of her shitty boyfriend’s apartment

[softspeirs]

Barren Soul: (17) Rest

Author's Note: I recently read The Women by Kristin Hannah and while it’s about nurses in Vietnam, I was really inspired by the look at how PTSD affected the women who served, so I’m attempting to examine Kat’s mental state a little more in this chapter. Trigger warnings also for Kat’s own musings on her physical state, including a very brief paragraph about menstrual cycles. Please beware and take care while reading. Love you guys.

When Kat wakes up, she has no idea where she is. There’s a roaring sound in her ears, and for a terrible moment, she thinks that she’s still in Bastogne, that the shelling hasn’t stopped. That she’s right back there, right in the middle of it all.

She makes a noise of discomfort as she tries to sit up, but she doesn’t have the strength, her head re-finding its purchase on someone’s shoulder.

“Don’t even think about it.” An exhausted voice rumbles from above her.

“Malark?”

“Go back to sleep, Kat. Jesus Christ.”

“I have been asleep.” She mumbles.

“No, you keep waking up and trying to stay up. We’ve been driving for an hour. Might as well make the most of it. There’s nothing for you to do right now.”

She huffs and pulls away just a little, her shivering body screaming in protest as she gets farther away from his body heat. The dark circles under Malarkey’s eyes are alarming, but they’re nothing compared to the pain she sees in his irises when he finally looks at her.

She feels so guilty that she’s been asleep on him for who knows how long while he's still trying to process everything. “I’m going to get you sick.”

He rolls his eyes. “Is that all?”

She has no idea what to say to him. She feels – disconnected from it all. She feels unbearable grief when she thinks of Skip and Penkala, and Joe and Bill. She grieves for Lieutenant Compton, and she grieves for Julian and everyone else they’ve lost.

Still, she hasn’t let herself really feel it. She’s afraid to. She’s terrified that if she makes herself feel it, she’ll never be able to pull herself out. “Any idea where we’re going?” She asks, trying to change the subject.

“Somewhere else where we’ll be in the shit, I’m sure.” He mutters.

“Malark–”

He shakes his head. “No, don’t…” He shuts his eyes. “Please don’t.”

“Kat.” Chuck Grant is on Kat’s other side, his eyes closed but clearly awake. He elbows her lightly. “Go to sleep.”

“I wish everyone would stop telling me what to do.” Kat is being petulant and she knows it, but she doesn’t know how to deal with the firestorm of emotions brewing in her gut.

“Well the next time one of us gets blown up, you can be in charge, okay? But until then…” Grant says, voice sarcastic.

Kat huffs out a laugh. “Don’t joke.” She leans a little sideways, and despite her protests that she’s fine, she sighs in relief when her head finds purchase on the edge of Grant’s shoulder. Her eyes slide closed.

Malarkey leans over as well, and between both of her friends, their body heat combined with the rocking motion of the truck lulls her back to sleep.

Read the full chapter here on AO3!