#Tiny Ron

[filmjunky-99]

s t a r t r e k d e e p s p a c e n i n e created by rick berman, michael piller [the nagus, s1ep11] 'I'm old. The fire dims. I'm just not as greedy as I used to be... My mind's made up. I've already chosen my successor. A leader whose vision, imagination, and avarice will oversee Ferengi ventures in the Gamma Quadrant. The new Grand Nagus. Quark!' - zek

[yuviur]

A little thing I made for a friend. They're microscopic you know?

[pr-fae]

Been reworking some old side character OCs and focusing on their story.

Enda is the High Priestess and Holy Wife to the God of Night and Storms (specifically of safe passage), Ezoriti.

But before their temples rise in popularity, he was only worshipped by a small community/cult and Enda was a problem in said community and was swiftly offered as a human sacrifice in hopes they would have a bigger blessing (first time trying it, they were just hoping to get rid of her). At this time, Ezoriti's reputation and what kind of God people thought he was got madddd warped, which was a big reason he was falling into obscurity, and if God's aren't worshipped, they cannot be.

Well he wasn't exactly thrilled they had started resorting to human sacrifices. Like - he gets he can be scary but really???? Went against big boy's teachings and moral

Blah blah blah they talked and flirted and what not and Enda instead wed and bred him. Very fun morning after when the priests found her very much not dead and now outranking them. Either fired or got rid of most of the priests, tsking over as High Priestess

Anyways Ezoriti and her fall in love, boost his temple in popularity and live happily ever after (except for the brief moment in the main story where she shows up in and gets possessed for a hot minute by Eldritch gods but it's fine).

[yourspeirs]

just Speirs being smol™

[avianii]

don't steal Slider's pop tart

[nade2308]

My heart is working overtime

In this kind of game

People get hurt

I'm thinking that the people is me

— Kenny Loggins, "Playing with the boys"

@thethistlegirl @malewifebillcage

Part 1 || Part 2

[easy-bravo]

are you telling me that damian lewis and ron livingston, who played winters and nixon like they were honest to god so fucking in love the entire show, weren’t close irl?? bro i could never be an actor lmao how did they do that

[meltyclownstudio]

POV you're the last pringle in the pringle can

[the-ace-with-spades]

A tiny little scene from way further in my trans! Bradley fic - chapter 14/15 o (sometimes I feel) like a monkey pilot, we're currently on chapter 5 - featuring Uncle Slider

For context, Bradley came out after a mental breakdown and reunited with Mav and Ice less than two months before this scene. tw: slight misgendering (one slip-up)

*

March 2013

It was a big day — Bradley had been asked by Maria to meet someone else from the family as his therapy homework and Uncle Slider was selected as the one to fulfill that assignment. Out of the whole family, it was just him and aunt Sarah that lived in San Diego, and only the two of them knew that, well, that Bradley wanted to be called Bradley now and that he’d come out in the worst circumstances possible.

At least Ice said he did know — he was the one to tell Slider when Bradley moved in with them and he hadn’t said more than he was a little confused but he’s okay when Bradley asked how it went. He still didn’t know if Ice didn’t tell him more because he wanted to protect him or if it was truly all the reaction he had from Slider. He hadn't talked to many people since he came out and even the people he did talk to were strangers who Bradley would usually either never see again or could avoid seeing again. Family seemed like an entirely different category, one that made him freeze and tense with dread.

Hopefully, by the end of the day, he’d still be Bradley’s uncle.

He and Mav had just finished kneading the dough for the ravioli they were making when the front door bell rang. Ice, who was just watching them from the other side of the kitchen island, let his book fall down next to the fruit bowl and walked to the foyer.

Ice and Slider talked in the foyer for a minute, tones too quiet to hear the words, before Bradley heard their footsteps and Slider's voice broke through the door to the corridor, “So, where’s the wayward son?”

Ice sounded a bit exasperated when he replied but Bradley could still hear lightness to his tone as he said, “In the kitchen with Mav."

He tried not to worry. Tried to take it as a good sign and not to have the worst case scenarios flash before his eyes.

He turned away, back to the kitchen island and the entrance, looking at his hands, still covered flour from the dough. He saw Mav's concerned gaze in the corner of his eye, but he only shrugged, trying not to worry him.

It all should be fine. Even if Slider didn't react well to actually seeing Bradley as Bradley, it wasn't going to be the end of the world.

Mav pinched the bridge of his nose, a sigh that could be only directed at Uncle Slider leaving his mouth. Bradley turned around.

First thing that caught his eye was a giant baby blue balloon, floating around Slider's head, the It’s A Boy! text in a darker shade of blue in semi-cursive.

Slider himself didn't look much different than the last time Bradley saw him in 2006, right before he retired from the Navy. He already had grating hair back then, now they were almost completely gray, there were a few more wrinkles around his eyes and he seemed to have lost some muscle from around his shoulders but he still mostly just looked like Bradley's Uncle Slider.

“Hey, kid,” he said, like he had always been. “I didn’t want to come empty handed but Shay is at a conference in LA and she’s the one who chooses gifts usually so… There was a shop next to the girls' school and I thought it would be, you know, fitting.”

Bradley hadn't been in contact with them when Slider and Sarah's second daughter was born — he had only heard about her from Ice, a couple of weeks ago when they tried to catch up on all the family matters he had missed in the years he was away.

“The youngest is six now, isn’t she? Sof, right?”

“Almost seven,” Slider replied, sounding quite proud. “Tells us to call her Sofia now, because she is too big for Sof. Well, unless you’re her Uncle Mav, then you can still call her Sof.”

“What can I say? Kids love me,” Mav quipped, right from behind Bradley.

“That’s because you’re a big kid yourself,” Ice supplied, rolling his eyes.

Now that he wasn't standing right behind Slider, watching him for any wrong moves or words toward Bradley, he had moved back towards the high chair on the other side of the kitchen island.

“He’s as big as a kid you mean,” Slider said, one hand making a little measurement gesture, cutting the air right below his shoulder, where the top of Mav's head would reach.

Bradley couldn't help it — he snorted.

Slider used the moment to step closer, pulling on the balloon's string, and handing it off to Bradley.

“Thanks,” he said. When Slider opened his arms, the same way he used to do whenever he wanted a hug from Bradley, his voice cracked as he added, “I’m covered in flour.”

“Come here anyway,” he told him and Bradley did, stepping into his arms. It had been a while but it also didn't feel any different — Slider was still the only person from their nearby family who was taller than Bradley, still would just wrap his long arms around his back and bring him close enough that he'd be sinking into his chest, put Bradley's face in the crook of his neck and say into the curls behind his ear, “You gave your folks quite a scare.”

“I know,” he whispered into Slider's shoulder.

“Good to have you here with us, buddy, really good,” he said and Bradley tried to soak in the moment, but at the same time not to put his dirty hands on Slider's nice black polo.

“Now, is any of you going to roll the dough for me or are you just going to stand there?”

Bradley let go of Slider, still not completely sure this day wouldn't become a disaster, but a bit more relaxed.

“I thought you finally bought him that pasta machine,” Slider said, mainly toward Ice as he took a step back toward the kitchen island.

“Oh, I did,” Ice said, with an accusatory tone to his voice. “Put it in the back of the cupboard right away and never used it.”

“My mamma didn’t need a fancy pasta cutter, I don’t need it either,” Mav said and it sounded like they'd had that discussion at least a couple of times. “Baby, can you roll the stuffing for me?”

“Yeah, just let me wash my hands again,” he replied, giving Slider one last glance over his shoulder as he moved to the sink.

Mav, satisfied now that Bradley was within his reach, turned to Slider with a glare. “What? If you’re not going to be useful, get out of my kitchen.”

Slider raised his arms and backed out, sitting down next to Ice at the other side of the island. Bradley could feel his eyes on him, following him all the way inside the kitchen but not adding anything.

Mav stepped next to him, bumping their shoulders — or his shoulder and Bradley's elbow, really — and asked close to his face, “You doing okay, baby?”

He turned on the tap, trying to gather his thoughts. “Yeah, I just—”

“I can still kick him out if you want,” Mav offered, way too eager. “In fact, I’ll take great joy in kicking him out.”

“You invited him,” he reminded.

“No, we invited him,” Mav corrected. “If it’s too soon—”

“I can’t live behind closed door forever, as much as I want to,” he noted because that was the truth. The past almost two months now, Bradley'd been seeing his parents and the healthcare professionals that were taking care of him and then almost no one else. At some point, he had to start living again, even if it was scary, being in the world and out and not in the safety of his parents house. Most of the time, he still felt a bit like a fraud, calling himself Bradley, telling people to use he and him when talking about, that he was guy — almost like he didn't deserve it until he looked the way people expected him to look.

“I know,” Mav said and he didn't seem any happier about it than Bradley, his eyebrows creasing as his hand reached to caress Bradley's cheek gently — he had flour on his hands, too. “I wish I could make the world a better place for you.”

“Thank you, Dad.”

“Promise I’ll kick him out if he says anything,” Mav added, giving his cheekbone a last swap with his thumb and then putting his hands under the running tap.

“I’m pretty sure that if he does, Pops is going to be the one who’d kick him out,” he noted.

They were both standing around, watching their interactions like guard dogs, ready to bite at any slide of hand, and Bradley felt almost okay with it.

Bradley washed his hands and dried it off on the nearby towel. Mav sent him a wink before stepping away, bending down to find the rolling pin somewhere in the mess of their corner cabinet.

Slider called out, louder than he'd been talking to Ice. “Hey, is there a chance you made enough that I won’t have to think what to make for dinner for the kids?”

Ice sounded exasperated again, shaking his head at him and Bradley smiled as he said, “You just came here to steal our food again, didn’t you?”

“Told you a hundred times, brother, cooking well is his only good quality, I might as well milk it.”

Bradley shook his head at the familiarity of the whole moment and said, “You’re in luck this time — we’ve already frozen the first batch.”

“Don’t let him win, buddy,” Ice quipped.

Bradley pulled up the sleeves of his hoodie, taking out the bowl with the spinach and ricotta filling out of the fridge. As he carried it to the counter, the free space on the shelf below the kitchen island, right next to the ravioli dough, he felt watched again. He tried not to pay attention to it, but Slider was suspiciously silent, eyes scrolling over Bradley's mostly flat chest, clad in a binder invisible under his hoodie, and going up to Bradley's military-regulation short hair. He'd been looking like that the past few weeks every day but suddenly, it felt inadequate.

“Since when do you like Dallas Cowboys, kid?”

Bradley didn't have to look down to remember what he was wearing — the blue Dallas Cowboys hoodie he stole from Jake when he left Lemoore. Bradley didn't know shit about football but he used to go to NFL games with Jake whenever Dallas Cowboys were playing and they were in the area, it was Jake's team and Bradley would always wear one of his t-shirt or sweatshirts to blend in with the crowd and, well, because Jake liked when Bradley wore his clothes and Bradley like to wear his clothes. The past four months, the hoodie had been a source of comfort in the situations that made him nervous, used almost as often as the blanket hoodie Mav bought him in high school.

He wasn't about to tell them he missed Jake or who Jake was or anything else. "Can't I just like football?"

“I thought you were a basketball kinda girl—boy—guy—Shit.” It was clumsy but Bradley would give him points for trying. When Ice elbowed Slider into his side, he added sheepishly, “Sorry, Brad.”

“Please don’t call me Brad.”

“Sorry,” Slider repeated, scratching the back of his neck. “I thought it was Bradley now.”

“It is,” he said. “I’m just trying to avoid all the Brad Brad jokes that will come with it.”

“Yeah, you did make your life harder with that name change,” he said and just as he finished the sentence Mav and Ice turned toward him again, glaring. “I meant—”

“I know what you meant, relax,” Bradley told him, somehow feeling the tension oozing out of him now that the first slip had been made. “Mav said my parents had it chosen for a boy, so…”

“That does sound like something Goose would choose,” Slider said, slowly, and Bradley almost laughed at how hard he was trying to avoid his usual speak-before-think mode. “You can always go by your second name. Plenty of people do.”

Yeah, that was not happening. “I think I will just stick with Bradley.”

“By the way, Ron would make a great middle name,” he added. Ice elbowed him again but he didn't seem to mind too much and honestly, Bradley didn't mind the turn conversation had taken — it was all good-natured and so casual that it had almost calmed down most of his nerves. "Simple, traditional, can't be confused with a female name, what's not to like?"

Mav huffed. “Kerner, don’t even try—”

“What? He had a second name before,” Slider cut in.

“The paperwork is done already, anyway, so you’re a bit late,” Ice pointed out.

Mac turned to him this time, frowning. “It is?”

“Ice took me to the courthouse this week, after—after the session,” he admitted. Ice went with him inside and did most of the talking with the court clerk when Bradley couldn't reply to the simple what is the petition you need for question without spilling his whole life history. “I filed the petition.”

“I don’t think we chose a middle name, did we? Did you put one down?”

“I did,” he admitted, not elaborating and hoping they would leave it at that.

He concentrated on taking out the ravioli filling and scooping it into balls

“What is then?”

He only glanced at Ice shortly but that was enough for them to realize.

“Oh,” Uncle Slider only said before his typical shit-eating grin made its place on his face.

Mav didn’t say anything but he stepped closer toward Bradley, his close presence more than words.

Ice didn’t move even a millimeter. He bit down on lip, blinking the wetness out of his eyes and asked quietly, “You went with—with Tom?”

“Thomas,” he corrected, just barely hearable. "It's Bradley Thomas Bradshaw now. Or will, when the petition goes through."

"It's a good one, baby," Mav said, giving his shoulder an approving rub, eyes a bit watery. 

“Not as good of a choice as Ron, but I supposed you can live with it,” Slider said and just like that, Mav turned to him and tried to hit him with the rag he was holding — he dodged last minute and Mav tried to hit him again, basically crawling over the kitchen island, until Bradley started laughing at them.

Ice was still looking at him, though, still speechless but with the corners of his lips quivering now.

[shit-sorry-fuck-mybad]

Hello and welcome to

Would I trust top gun characters with my drink?

Class of 86 + Carole

Maverick has good intentions but I wouldn’t trust him with his own drink Ice doesn’t either, he watches his drink

Iceman is a definitive yes, he would get the job done, he just stands there looking cool and people know better than to mess with a drink he’s holding

Goose moves too much, he would try to concentrate on it but he would get distracted easily, he’s very likely to leave it somewhere and then forget about it, he’s a 50/50

Slider cannot be trusted with a drink, not because he would be careless with it but because mother fucker would accidentally intentionally drink it

Hollywood is a yes, he wouldn’t make a big deal out of it, he’ll protect your drink

Wolfman should not be trusted with a drink, he will spill it, he also moves a lot, he uses his hands a lot, so if he has a drink in both his hands then sorry, one of them is going down

Charlie is a yes, 100%, my girl knows the drill

Carole is a 50/50, depends on how drunk she is, if she’s sober then yes, if she’s a little drunk then no, she would also spill it or accidentally but for real drink it

Sundown is a no, he would say yes without much thought and then get distracted

The daggers + Penny

Rooster, like his dad, moves too much, he would leave the drink somewhere on his way to the piano, shit like that, he’s a 50/50

Hangman is a weird one, I feel like he would watch it and not let anything happen to it but then he would give you a weird look and it makes you question if something did happen, so it’s better to just… not give it to him he thinks it’s funny because people always respond with “dammit jake now I gotta get a new drink”

Phoenix is a yes, she also knows the drill, I think she would spill a little bit but it’s not a big deal

Bob is a kind of yes? He would commit too much, he wouldn’t look straight up nervous but just a little… off

Fanboy is a yes, he’s nice about it, he’s happy you trust him

Coyote is a yes, people usually think that because he’s a big guy it’ll be safe and its true so that’s great

Payback is a 50/50, he’s also one of those people who would kinda forget they’re watching a drink

Fritz is a no, he has too much energy, he will either spill it or wave it around without a lot of thought

Omaha is a yes but you would have to explain to him why he needs to actually pay attention to the drink

Halo is a 50/50, on one hand she understands the task and she can accomplish it, on the other hand she is also likely to wave it around if she’s drunk

Yale is a yes, i don’t know why but I think that he would offer if he sees that you need someone to watch it

Harvard is a yes but you would also need to explain to him why this is important

Penny is the safest option if you’re at her bar, she’ll keep it behind the bar in a place out of reach

Thank you

[fart-stuff-by-goose]

Sillliies I drew half of this in like a trance

[aquamonstra]

holy fucking shit i was staring at this for a solid minute like what kind of LOTR camera angle trickery did they pull this off with, but NOPE THAT ACTOR IS JUST 7'4 Y'ALL

Tuvok looks so teeny!! Teeny Tuvok! lmao

[hexedrosel-arts]

silly white board stuff + art from @ mattdrawssometimes (he drew the red Ron!)

everytime you are not looking I am 👁️👁️

[amplifyme]

For no particular reason... I believe this is the only picture that exists today of Ron Perlman mid-transformation into Vincent. That's Rick Baker applying the make-up, so it had to be in the very early stages of refining the face that would become the Beast we saw on our TVs. Once the pilot started shooting, Perlman refused to allow any photographs to be taken while he underwent the daily four to six hour process of becoming Vincent.

This is film and SFX makeup history, folks.

[thefluffyrailway-official]

𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕪 ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝕘𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕖𝕖𝕖!

𝙳𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜, 𝚁𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚛 (𝙰 𝟹𝚛𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚍) 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜.

𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎. 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃 𝙹𝙾𝙱 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙺𝙴𝚁'𝚂 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙸𝙼 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝙱𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙳! 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃 𝙹𝙾𝙱 𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝚆𝙾 𝙰𝚁𝙴 (𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊��𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚕)

(AU inspo creds: @steam-beasts <3)

[nade2308]

Oh to be Mav picked up by Slider. Also, Ice, you are not subtle in your staring.

@thethistlegirl @malewifebillcage