#ray’s writing

[charmsandtealeaves]

Okay I have one scene left to finish up for the next chapter of This Time Around.

Where’s my cheer squad please 🙏

[rayorella]

Wolves don’t cry.

“I don’t want to die,” he whispered, to no one but himself, sound devoured by the crunch of sleet and dirt. A secret oath between himself and the stars, the air, the earth around him. “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die.” There is more to me than the hunt.

[clumsypuppy]

[tommiemommy]

He drives and I stare at how handsome he is.

[perfectfeelings]

Things I know about healing: Speaking kindly to yourself helps a lot.

Rebecca Ray

[perfectquote]

Things I know about healing: Speaking kindly to yourself helps a lot.

Rebecca Ray

[syn4k]

the real reason it takes me so long to write my fics is because i have to render them first which takes a crazy amount of time and processing power. anyone who has ever used 3d modeling or video editing software understands

[moreover-angel]

Even if it’s slowly 🐌

by me

[mischievous-thunder]

Logan's drunken monologue after realising how hard he's fallen for Wade and there's no way but to surrender and let the power of love guide him

[maalidoesart]

do not let him near a pc

also bonus:

[penceykills]

My Chemical Romance live @ Saint Andrews Hall, Michigan // June 18, 2004

[charmsandtealeaves]

Talking with @uncertainwallflower last night encouraged me to get a little more writing done on the Spitting Image sequel…

Hypothetically… if I were to release sneaky snippets. What scene are you most looking forward to seeing in the sequel?

[rayorella]

North was not honorable.

Perhaps this is why when the names of the summer sacrifices were released, the ice did not want her. When the ice woke up, and the sun peeked its golden eye over the horizon for the first time since last autumn. North did not know the reasons or the blessings behind what the ice wanted. In any case, there were only so many summers the Dawnmaster could depend on luck to keep him safe from the Ophirs.

North was not honorable and the ice did not want her.

It was not lost on her that people who compared her with her mother’s dead body meant that she had the same eye bags, the same weight, the same ratty, tangled hair. She was often told she had her mother’s ugliness. But her brother had all of these things, too, and no one spoke to him of these similarities; For although he bore his mother’s image, he did not carry the burden of her person, like North had to.

[eternal-sunflowers]

Cafe Sunshine

AO3 | @steddiemicrofic july prompt: sign | @steddiebingo round 2 prompt: coffee | rating: g | wc: 507 | cw: none | tags: stobin; deaf steve harrington; eddie munson learns ASL for steve; fluff fluff fluff

Eddie tries talking, flirting with him – the absolutely stunning barista at this random cafe he just stumbled into. The barista smiles softly at him for a solid minute before pointing at the pin tacked to his apron – “Hi! I’m deaf. Please be patient.” 

Eddie’s eyes widen, fingers fumbling in response – “I’m sorry.” 

The barista positively lights up, his grin turning more than blinding as he signs rather quickly.

“Ah, shit.” Eddie shakes his head, signs “I’m sorry” again. He points to his mouth and tries to speak as clearly as possible. “Can you read lips?” 

The barista’s smile dims slightly, but he nods. Eddie explains he only knows a few signs, clumsily demonstrates as the barista just softly smiles in response. 

“Hey, you know more than most people, dude.” The barista’s coworker comments, sliding up to the counter. “Guarantee you just made Steve’s whooooole day with what you know. He doesn’t really get to talk to people in ASL normally. People just don’t learn it.” They turn and sign something. Steve nods and slips away, but not before smiling and signing “thank you” to Eddie. 

“That – I barely did anything.”

They shrug, a sad tilt to their lips as they watch Steve walk to the back. “Yeah, well, barely doing anything is more than most doing nothing.”

Three weeks pass. Eddie spends every free moment studying ASL, even manages to get the advice of Steve’s coworker, and apparently best friend, Robin, on some good resources to use. He practices full sentences since he mainly knows some words and short phrases. He manages some short, very broken conversations with an incredibly patient Steve.

But, he wants to do more, to be able to talk to Steve properly, like he deserves.

“Showtime.” Eddie mutters as he walks into the cafe.

Ergo, weeks of practicing.

Steve’s smiling wide. “Morning, Eddie.” He slides Eddie’s order across the counter, perfectly prepared, as always. There’s even a tiny heart and smiley face drawn on the coffee cup. 

Eddie’s positive this man will be the death of him. 

Eddie steels himself, swallows down a lump of emotion. “Hey, Sunshine. Would you want to hang out sometime? I’d love the chance to talk to you more and get to know who you are.” He stumbles a bit, clumsily adds, “As much as you’re willing to share.”

Steve laughs, pure awe taking over his face, a deep pink dusting his cheeks. The sound sparks through Eddie’s bloodstream, lighting him up from the inside. Steve nods, “Yeah. I’d really love that.” 

Robin squeezes in next to Steve. “As much as I’d love to watch you two flirt, I have other customers to attend to.” They turn to Steve, “Take your break, nerd.”

Steve thanks them, grabs Eddie’s breakfast, drags him over to the table in the corner, nothing but pure sunshine radiating from every ounce of his being. 

Eddie’s so going to be late for work, but he can’t be bothered to care – not when Steve is looking at him like this. 

taglist (open): @sunshine-daydreams0809 @saramelaniemoon @probablyin-bed

divider credit: @saradika-graphics

thank you for reading :)

[tommiemommy]

INTELLIGENCE IS SEXY.

[gothamite-rambler]

Robin!Damian: Put your pew pew away! Wait—

Red Hood (confused chuckle): Put my what away?

Robin!Damian (embarrassed): I meant gun! I’ve been watching a lot of true crime videos, and that site sucks. They can’t say the word "gun," or the video gets taken down, and I won’t have anything to watch.

Red Robin: I bet you say "unalive" too

Red Robin and the others laughed, making Damian blush in embarrassment.

Robin!Damian: Damn that Ray William Johnson! He has to say those dumb words just to make those videos. I do still enjoy them though.

Red Hood: Ray William Johnson, the guy from the early 2000s?

Red Robin: He's making videos again; they're pretty good, actually.

Nightwing: The guy who did that weird online show back in the 2000s is making videos again… and he says "pew pew" for gun?

Red Robin: Yep and yep. Once you get past the words he has to say to keep YouTube videos up, it's enjoyable content. The website has gotten weirder and dumber over the years, but I like watching his videos.

Robin!Damian: Red Robin, it makes sense you are a fan, but why do you old people know about him? He’s ours!

Nightwing: What? Old?!

Red Hood: You can't claim a person as your own when we had him first! What the hell did he talk about on the show again!

Nightwing: You're not helping! We knew about him before you were even a thought!

Red Robin: You didn’t watch him, though! You knew about him and that doesn't count. You were already old, and he was dead… or working with the Al Ghuls.

Robin!Damian (siding with Red Robin, crossing his arms): Yeah... what he said.

Red Hood: I didn’t even say anything insulting!

Nightwing: And I’m not old!

Robin!Damian (pointing at Nightwing, mocking): OLD!

Nightwing (shouting angry): Stop it!

Nightwing stepped back angrily cusring.

Red Hood: We're not that old! We still had him first! And whatever he used to talk about on his show came before him saying stupid words like 'pew-pew' We had him first!

Red Robin: You did not watch him! You were busy shooting people and getting revenge!

Robin!Damian: Yeah, that's right! You were too busy being OLD!

Red Hood: You took my job!

Red Robin: We are not having this discussion again!

As the heroes and Robins argued, Batman and Oracle overheard the entire exchange. Oracle silently enjoyed the bickering while sipping her coffee. Batman's eyes widened for a few seconds as he watched the older men argue with the younger ones. He sighed, covering his eyes like the exhausted father he was.

Jim Gordon had already figured out that Batman was listening to the boys argue.

Jim: What’s it about this time?

Batman: Some guy named Ray William Johnson, and Robin called Nightwing and Red Hood old, so they’re arguing over who owns a human man!

Jim: Out of context, that’s a very weird statement. In context, this is hilarious. Who did you watch for news as a kid?

Batman: I watched the news, not a guy in his bedroom.

Jim: His content isn’t bad.

Batman: I need you to side with me right now.

Jim: It’s garbage content. There.

Jim laughed, taking a drink from his coffee. Batman was at least happy he wasn’t near his arguing sons.