#Rami Writes

[feral-ballad]

Ramy Al-Asheq; "Defeated, as if I won’t write another poem after today"

[Text ID: "How can you sleep while my sadness weighs down the walls of your cruelty? / My sadness tires me out"]

[androgymess]

— city’s getting a fresh wash, so am i

[patch3sthenightup]

[standing-flowers]

"omg when I get drunk literally everything makes me laugh!!"

when I get drunk I stand in my bathroom crying bcs bill Murray and Harold Ramis didn't talk for over two decades after they fell out when making groundhog day. I cry bcs the last time they ever spoke was when Harold was on his deathbed. I cry because bill Murray spoke to him for hours, while harold couldn't say much anymore because of his illness. I love them.

[pineapple-coffee]

:)

[fangirleaconmigo]

In my mind palace/alternate history to the alternate history, Robin goes home with Ramy.

He travels with him all the way to India just to meet his family, to enjoy their hospitality, and to explore Ramy's home through his eyes. It is joy, because they never imagined that this luxury would be afforded them. Freedom. Solitude together.

Escape from Oxford doesn't exactly change their relationship, but it somehow magnifies it. For all that they know about each other, there are parts they can never quite see clearly, living in a city where Ramy is always performing, and Robin is always hiding.

Mischief, stubbornness, native tongues, old songs, memories, irreverence, childhood passions they laugh to remember, it all bubbles to the surface.

It is the first time Robin understands the word home in a very long time. The lightning and thunder between them rumbles. It transforms. It explodes into fireworks that Robin can hold in his hands, for just a moment.

In a quiet moment under a banyan tree, Robin scoots close to Ramy and says softly, without looking at him, "If I ever lost you, I don't think I could go on".

Ramy says gently, fondly, "There's no need to be morose, Birdie, we are young and free, which means that we are immortal," and he slings his arm around Robin's shoulders.

Robin wiggles closer, against his warmth, and insists that he means it. He can't say what he means, but inside he knows that he has lost so much, he truly thinks that his soul is too damaged, he wouldn't be able to weather it. Ramy is the embodiment of love, the very definition. He is home. He doesn't say it, though. He sits tongue tied. Ramy was always the brave one, not him.

Ramy looks at him quizzically for a moment. Then he promises with a gallant grin that even if he ever dies, he won't leave. He will haunt Robin in his dreams. They laugh, and somehow Robin is reassured. And then after a moment of peaceful silence, Ramy leans over and kisses him.

Brave Ramy.

Beautiful Ramy.

It is Robin's first kiss. Ramy's too. It doesn't matter that it is wobbly and awkward. It is soft and warm and it is love.

[archiveofliterature]

thinking about how ramy says, “this is how the empire connects us,” in regards to opium and he’s so devastatingly right

but also:

ramy and robin find their lost languages in each other (cantonese is bold and sharp like ramy; bangla is sweet and soft like robin)

ramy and robin share cultural new years (chinese in jan/feb, bengali in april)

(while i’m not sure if these nicknames existed in the late 1830s) very common bengali endearments carry the same root word, pākhi, which means bird. bird, birdie.

and you will say – didn’t the empire start all this, too? didn’t the british take ramy and robin’s preferred languages away from them? didn’t they rip them from their homes where they would celebrate their new years? didn’t robin choose this name because the british wouldn’t let him have his chinese name?

the british started it, but they didn’t expect there to be this level of intimate solidarity. they wanted to pull the oppressed apart, pit them against each other, but the similarities are copious bc ramy and robin have much more in common with each other than they will ever with the empire

they take the cruelty, mould it into smth they can share and build together

the empire couldn’t have that. so they did what they knew best: they took them away from each other

[fivenineweekend]

Five/Nine Weekend Event official 2024 prompt list!

When: May 9-12, 2024!

What: Submissions can include fanart, edits, fanfiction, cosplay, etc.! You can find the AO3 challenge group here!

How: you can pick any prompt(s) per day! Pick one, combine multiple, however you wanna create! Ships are allowed!

Please tag any NSFW content accordingly. Tag @fivenineweekend to be reblogged! :)

Questions? The ask box is open!

Prompts:

💻 May 9 (aka 5/9)

“Please tell me you’re seeing this too.”

Underrated Character

Protest

Powering Down

Self-Doubt

💻 May 10

“Bonsoir.”

Just Breathe

Backstory

Love Letter

Smoke

💻 May 11

“It’s okay, kiddo.”

High

Hand Holding

Fire

Crash

💻 May 12 (Rami’s birthday!)

“Shit. It’s my birthday.”

Treat

Forehead Kiss

Self-Worth

404 Error

[the-red-butterfly]

Not-Yet-Written-Fics Game

Tagged by @fishing4stars to reveal my not-yet-written fics.

This is fantastic actually the amount of things I have on the back burner is HUGE I'll have to pick and choose, oh dear.

For Your Life Hate Me (Twilight) As story about Carlisle and Jasper (very self indulgent) where they get kidnaped by María and forced to fight (like in Jasper's old days). To keep Carlisle alive Jasper is forced to do some not nice things that horrify Carlisle but he'll do them to keep the man who took him in safe, even if Carlisle hates Jasper in the end.

The Adventures of Young Man Henry Winchester and his Violent Grandsons (Supernatural) Henry Winchester survives his death by Abadon! And now he has to get used to modern life without his family. It is extremely painful and sometimes his grandsons are no help. The start of their relationship is very rocky but it'll eventually lead to better days. I'm very fond of this one.

It's The Ashy Taste Of Sacrifice (One Piece) Sanji and Zoro get turned into animals and (spoilers) in the end Sanji has to bear the brunt of this happening and suffer a life as a fox. The premise is silly but I promise you the contents are not. I am making this boy SUFFER and that is just a universal constant. Full of platonic friendship and hurt/comfort ✨And Zoro being a better bro to Sanji.

To Look Like Her (One Piece) And to keep up with the point before. This is a story about Sanji self sabotaging his body because he realizes that when he's sick he looks like his mother and he wants to KEEP that look. It does not end well for anyone. The Straw Hats get rightfully very pissed and concerned about this.

Mending The Tears One Spoonful At The Time (Sam Rami Spider-man) This is just a whole ass ploy to better the friendship between Peter and Harry. Harry realizes something is off with Peter when he notices his friend is ALWAYS hungry. When Harry offers help Peter's pride gets in the way and Harry has to devise ways to secretly help Peter.

Homeward Bound From The Sea (Frozen) Frozen AU where Agnarr survives the shipwreck but is lost for some years in an island until he's eventually found by a fishing-ship. He gets rescued and returned home but things are hard for father and daughters equally. Full of Agnarr!whump and everyone having to adapt to this new reality. Kind of non-verbal Agnarr in this one.

When Doriath Fell (Silmarillion/Tolkien) AU where Dior and Elured and Elurin survive BUT actually Dior did die he just came back wrong. So Dior raises his children as a feral creatures in the forest surrounding Menegroth. But Elured and Elurin sort of have to take care of their father as well because the man is not well. Of course, this thing is full of angst what did you expect?

The Price Of Freedom (Sandman) Hob rescues Dream from the fishbowl of doom and Dream thinks he needs to repay him with devotion and love (just like he did with Alianora). Surprisingly shippy but not really? HobxDream is not endgame at any rate, but Dream is convinced that's how he needs to repay his friend for saving him. Very angsty, the sky is blue, next.

Reverse 'Verse (Firefly) Another AU (of course) where instead of River being taken and brainwashed it is Simon who becomes the mortal weapon/assassin. And in turn it is River who has to take care of him and escape. Lots of sibiling feels.

I have so many, so so many, but i better not drag them up into the surface less I get tempted into working on them XD but here are some honorable mentions of ofter fandoms I have wips in: SPD Power Rangers (don't laugh), Batman, Hocus Pocus and a ton for Criminal Minds.

If you feel like asking about any of these drop me an ask and I might feel inclined to doodle something about it 😂

No pressure tags: @arlenianchronicles @slightly-crimson-tornado @bad-at-names-and-faces @loonysama @byrambles @i-did-not-mean-to

[msoylesinebirii]

İnsanlar sendeki bütün iyi huyları sömürür sonra da senin neden kötü olduğunu sorarlar.

-Ahmet Rami

[spenglerssweetheart]

I absolutely geek at just hearing Harold talk, like idk what it is but he just had such an attractive voice and then like whatever he talks about, he’s passionate about it like RAHHHHH

[feral-ballad]

Ramy Al-Asheq; "And the Poets"

[Text ID: “Sadness is born / pure / before language attacks / and names it / It comes in with the wind / and exits with the soul / Sadness grows old alone / like a hole that swallows its family / not spitting any of them back out / it sleeps in nightclothes / stays warm with memories / increases with loneliness”]

[psychokinetic-ectoplasm]

Could you do a Moe Green fic with a new show runner who actually likes him and stick ups for him when the other TV hosts are being mean to him. Or maybe something with a fake dating scenario where the other TV hosts don't believe he is married or something (in this he isn't) but his friend or another host pretends to be his partner and they start to like one another.

Hey, anon! So, I kinda did a mishmash of the two scenarios you provided for this. And I wasn't sure how far you wanted things to go, so I kept it SFW. I hope you enjoy!

Also here on Ao3

Under the cut for length

Something to Talk About

You watched from across the break room as Floyd and Earl teased Moe. Johnny was sitting nearby, but he, too, was just watching, looking back and forth between the news anchors and Moe like he was watching a tennis match. You couldn't hear what was being said, but from the look on Moe's face, it wasn't good.

You'd liked Moe for a while and considered him a friend, but both of you had been too chicken to actually do something about your mutual attraction. So you stuck to admiring him and pining for him from afar. But what you wouldn’t do to change that, even if it was just to save him from his coworkers being mean to him. It would mean more to you, but just in case Moe didn’t feel the same, you’d have an out.

You slowly moved closer, as nonchalantly as possible, acting like you were invested in your coffee and thinking about getting another cup from the machine next to Johnny. That put you close enough to actually hear what was being said.

“You bringing your wife?” Earl asked Floyd.

“Yeah, of course. You bringing your girlfriend?”

Earl smirked. “Yeah, of course,” he echoed, then looked at Moe. “Guess that means you'll be all alone, Green.”

“As usual,” Floyd added, the jab making Moe flinch.

“Oh, well…” Moe began.

You always hated it when they spoke to him like this, and now you decided it was time to do something about it. You moved without thinking, quickly stepping up to him, kissing him on the cheek, and slipping your hand into his. 

“What do you mean he'd be alone? Why would he leave his girlfriend behind?” you asked, leaning into his side.

Moe turned his head sharply to look at you, his mouth hanging open in shock. When you looked at him, he swallowed hard. He'd also broken out into a sweat.

Floyd and Earl looked at each other. 

“Girlfriend?” Floyd asked. “Since when?”

“It’s none of your business, Robertson,” you retorted. “Aren’t you and Camembert due on set soon to give a news update?”

The two men glanced at each other. “Uh, yeah, boss,” Earl answered.

“Sorry, boss,” Floyd added before hurrying off, with Johnny following shortly after, probably realizing you might turn on him next.

You waited until they left before turning your attention to Moe, who was still looking at you. Now that your attention was on him, he swallowed hard. “You okay, Moe?”

He nodded, glancing down at your hand still holding his. You gave it a squeeze before letting go. Moe took a breath at that point as if he’d been holding it the whole time.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Moe said, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to dab his forehead. “It’s just… Why did you say that?”

“That I’m your girlfriend?” He nodded, not quite able to look at you. “Would… Would that be so bad?” you asked quietly, hopefully.

Moe stared at you, his mouth opening and closing a few times like he wasn’t sure what to say, but he was smiling faintly. “Um… N-no. I suppose not.”

“I would like to know what I just agreed to go to, though,” you said with a smile, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Oh, it's the annual station party. It's been planned since before you got here. Back when I was still running things… It’s tomorrow night.”

“Do you want to go together? Give ‘em something to talk about?” you asked, nudging his arm with yours.

Moe nodded. “Yeah. Unless… You don’t want to go! I don’t want you to feel like you have to. I mean, you certainly don’t have to go with me.”

You took his hand again, smiling softly at him. “I’m the one who brought it up in the first place. Seriously, Moe, if it would get them off your back, I’d be happy to help.” More than happy.

His shoulders dropped just a bit, and he wouldn’t make eye contact with you again, but he nodded. The sudden drop in mood made you frown and wonder if you’d said something wrong. “Sure. You want me to, um… pick you up?”

“I’d love that.” You glanced over your shoulder at the clock on the wall. “I’ve got to go now, but I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, see you.”

You left him feeling a little conflicted. You were excited about this fake date — which you hoped would turn out to be an actual date — but there was definitely something off about Moe’s mood. He’d seemed okay until the very end.

Well, there was nothing you could do about it now. Tomorrow night, you’d make sure he realized that you wanted this and wanted him. You wanted to be his girlfriend for real if he’d have you. You just hoped the party would help make that change.

***

Unfortunately, things didn’t improve much by the time you got to the party. Moe held your hand, but he seemed to be making a point to avoid looking at you. It hurt. You thought maybe you’d read him wrong, that he wasn’t interested in you like you thought he might have been.

Moe stuck by your side, though. He had a point to prove, after all, that he wasn’t the loser everyone liked to make him out to be. But you didn’t think he was being very convincing that you two were together. He was acting like he wanted nothing to do with you. You couldn’t tell if anyone noticed or not, but that didn’t matter. It was bothering you. This wasn’t Moe’s usual behavior.

You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he perused the refreshment table, debating on how to handle this. You were far enough away from everyone else at the moment that no one should hear you talking. Still, you didn’t want to make a scene, even if just for Moe’s sake. You didn’t want to draw any more unwelcomed teasing to him. It wouldn’t look very good for him to be getting into a fight with his girlfriend.

“Alright, Moe,” you began quietly but with sternness, determined to get to the bottom of this. “What’s going on?”

He continued on with what he was doing, not even glancing at you. “What do you mean?”

“Did I do something to make you mad? You’re acting like you don’t want to be here, let alone with me.”

“It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Frustrated, you grabbed his arm, turning him toward you. “Bullshit, Moe! Did you want me to be your date or not?!”

Before he could answer, you saw Floyd and Earl approaching. The last thing you wanted was for them to see you and Moe arguing, so you acted on impulse. You took Moe’s face in your hands and brought his head down to yours, kissing him hard on the mouth. Moe hummed in surprise but didn’t try to stop you. Once it was clear that he wasn’t opposed to it, you gentled the kiss, making it much more enjoyable. Moe seemed to appreciate it, too, as he hummed again and shifted closer to you, his hands moving to rest lightly on your waist.

Getting to kiss Moe was everything you’d dreamed of and more. The way he tentatively returned the kiss, his soft lips moving against yours, had you wondering why you’d waited so long. He sure kissed you like he wanted you.

“Whoa, hey, you two! If you can’t keep your hands off each other long enough to enjoy a party, maybe you should go home early!”

You leaned away enough from Moe to look behind him at Earl. “Maybe we should.” You then looked at Moe, who was staring at you, a little dazed. “What do you say, Moe? Wanna leave so we can continue this somewhere a little more private?” you purred, running your fingers along the lapels of his jacket.

Moe swallowed hard and shook his head. “Maybe later.”

You frowned a bit, but Earl and Floyd didn’t seem any the wiser. Floyd clapped Moe on the shoulder as he walked by.

“Never knew you had it in you! Good for you, Green!”

“Yeah,” Earl added. “And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

You wanted until they were gone before grabbing Moe’s arm again and dragging him off to a more secluded place. “Alright, now tell me what’s wrong.”

“There’s nothing wrong!” he exclaimed, fishing around in his pocket for a handkerchief. “It’s just that… You’re doing this all for their benefit.” 

“What?”

Moe scoffed. “Come on, you’re not here for me. Sure, you might want to help get them to stop hounding me, but you don’t have to pretend you like me. Nobody likes me…”

You stared at him for a moment, your heart breaking. “But I do like you, Moe. That’s why I asked if it would be such a bad thing if I were your girlfriend.”

“I don’t want your pity,” he said and started to walk away, but you grabbed his arm again and pulled him off into a hallway and into a closet, putting yourself between him and the door so he couldn't escape.

“I’m not doing this out of pity,” you said sternly, hoping to get your point across. “I’m doing this because I genuinely like you. I have since I first got here. I hoped this might finally get us to admit that we both like each other. At least, I hope you’re attracted to me the way I am to you…”

Moe shook his head. “Of course, I’m attracted to you! But you’re not attracted to me…”

“But I am!” you insisted, closing the distance between you two and taking his face in your hands again. “Moe, I really, really like you. I wouldn't have kissed you like that earlier if I didn't.”

As you said this, you caressed his cheeks and lips with your thumbs. The tenderness of the gesture seemed to make him melt, and he turned into your touch.

“Can you do that again?” Moe asked quietly, with tentative hope.

“Kiss you again?”

He nodded. With a smile, you happily closed the distance between the two of you and softly pressed your lips to his. This time, Moe immediately returned the kiss, humming as he did so. And this time, you took the time to really savor it. He was eager but in a restrained way, which made you wonder what he'd be like if he let go. As anxious as he often was, you wanted to help him relax and enjoy this. And right now, he seemed pretty relaxed. But then again, prior to tonight, he often did with you. That pleased you to no end, knowing he felt comfortable enough around you to relax.

To your delight, Moe wrapped his arms around you, drawing you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body to his, and deepened the kiss. Moe moaned into your mouth as your tongues tangled together. His eagerness thrilled you.

When you eventually broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours, panting a bit. 

“I'm dreaming,” he whispered. “I've got to be.”

You kissed the corner of his lips. “Does this feel like a dream?”

“No. But you only ever kiss me in dreams.”

“You dream about me?” you asked with a coy smile.

Moe’s cheeks turned pink. “Uh… Well…”

You grinned before pecking his lips again. “Don’t worry, I dream about you, too. And I intend to further prove how much I want you, but how about in the meantime…” you trailed off, taking his hand and giving him a smirk. “I intend to make good on my word: Let's give them something to talk about.”

Moe smiled and eagerly followed you out of the closet and back to the others. You stayed cuddled up to his side for the rest of the night while Moe kept an arm around you, never letting you stray far. The smile that never left his face meant everything. It was evident on his coworkers’ faces that they were surprised by the two of you. And maybe you were going a little overboard with all of the kisses you bestowed upon his warm cheek or the way you’d rub his chest occasionally, earning a sweet smile in return. But in all honesty, you were just happy to be able to do those things. You weren’t doing it for the others; you were doing it because you wanted to.

From here on out, you would do all you could to ensure Moe never felt unwanted or unloved again. So long as he was with you, you'd shower him with affection.

And Moe's obvious enthusiasm to return that affection, along with the soft look in his eyes as he gazed at you, would make loving him that much more delightful.

[pineapple-coffee-writes]

Smoke and Mirrors

@fivenineweekend day 2: “Bonsoir,” Smoke, Just Breathe, Love Letters

Rating: T

[jev-urisk]

When the vision in my mind is immaculate but my grasp of art or language is fleeting at best..

It's so hard to have this vivid, detailed, righteous thought and sit before a blank white nothing. It's like chasing a sneeze but if you forget one detail it ain't gonna come out right. What torture. My mind is a supercomputer, or a crystal ball, and it's connected to a goddamn Bop-It who is attempting to relay a prophecy as it's batteries are about to go out.

[archiveofliterature]

wip wednesday / me, the author: omg they're flirting....