#raywritesthings

[greensirencanary]

LAURIVER WEEK is Just Around the Corner. This Year it will be held on December 20th - 22nd. The poster above states what each day's prompt will be.

Thank you once again @raywritesthings for making this event possible.

You can do photo edits, video edits or one shot fics for any of the prompts. Anyone can participate. You can use the link above to post your prompts on Ao3.

I look forward to reading what everyone comes up with.

If you have any Questions you can ask @raywritesthings @lauriverweek

[sevenjetc]

10 Things for 10 People You’d Like to Know Better!

Tagged by @kate04us. Okay, bitch :D

• Last Song: Dumb by The Beautiful South

• Last Book: Yellowface by R. F. Kuang

• Last Movie: I seriously can't remember, I'm not much of a movie person...probably Advantageous on Netflix

• Last TV Show: 13 Reasons Why

• Favourite Colour: Purple.

• Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Spicy

• Relationship Status: Single

• Last Thing I Googled: the author of Yellowface because I'm shit with names

• Current obsession: still Doctor Who

• Looking Forward To: Some peace and quiet once I move to the new apartment.

Tagging, if you feel like it @shiryawashere, @lorelnessa, @lookmomitsmytmblr, @winterjameson, @paradox-n-bedrock, @smackalicious, @love-in-the-time, @angriff-zur-wahrheit, @raywritesthings and @turnleft.

[reloha]

Just thought I’d boost this poll (I know some of you have voted already) to TenMarthas/MarTens.

Tom Waits’ song, Martha.

Operator, number please It's been so many years Will she remember my old voice While I fight the tears?

Hello, hello there, is this Martha? This is old Tom Frost And I am calling long distance Don't worry 'bout the cost

'Cause it's been 40 years or more Now, Martha, please recall Meet me out for coffee Where we'll talk about it all

And those were the days of roses, poetry and prose And, Martha, all I had was you, and all you had was me There was no tomorrows, we'd packed away our sorrows And we saved them for a rainy day

And I feel so much older now And you're much older too How's your husband and how's the kids? You know that I got married too?

Lucky that you found someone To make you feel secure 'Cause we were all so young and foolish Now we are mature

And those were the days of roses, poetry and prose And, Martha, all I had was you, and all you had was me There was no tomorrows, we'd packed away our sorrows And we saved them for a rainy day

And I was always so impulsive I guess that I still am And all that really mattered then Was that I was a man

I guess that our being together Was never meant to be And Martha, Martha I love you, can't you see?

And those were the days of roses, poetry and prose And, Martha, all I had was you, and all you had was me There was no tomorrows, we'd packed away our sorrows And we saved them for a rainy day

And I remember quiet evenings Trembling close to you

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Thomas Alan Waits

@crookedfivefingers @casasupernovas @twelvemartha @mooseglue @northernfireart

@thegodcomplcx @hunterofartemisblog @stewy @thenorthernchild @aliveaudiencegang

@carlandrea @marthastheme @aletterinthenameofsanity @timewarmartha @effrvsnt107

@willowcrowley @loveinstreams @theladyfae @totalmoron @macbethheadband

@villain @maple-jay @thebadtimewolf @raywritesthings @neat-crows

@smithandjonesforever

[rowinablacks-moodboardsandstims]

Then share intel and go. We’re the Birds of Prey—this is our city now.

The Birds of Prey for @raywritesthings (who's really helped me figure out how to write a good Birds of Prey spin off fanfic along with the rest of Lauriver discord server, so this is for you Ray!)

[majorbaby]

20 questions for fic writers

thank you so much for the tag @bornforastorm, i loved reading through yours :3 

i will tag @marley-manson / @rescue-ram / @persianflaw / @leonardcohenofficial / @raywritesthings

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 14… will be 15 in under 24 hrs ;)

2. What's your total Ao3 word count? 136,971… just over 100K of which were published this year :D 

3. What fandoms do you write for? MASH at the moment, with no end in sight. I have two ideas for twin peaks but not much motivation to write them, let alone the discipline. 

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? if you really wanna know here’s my ao3 and you can you sort by kudos, i don’t wanna link my fics in other fandoms that are almost 7 years old now… pls… 

5. Do you respond to comments? i used to be quite diligent about doing it but when i was publishing near-daily for kinktober i fell behind because i was literally writing every day. i may still go back to respond to them because i like doing it. 

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? the beejhawk sex pollen fic (heavy dubcon warning)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i’m realizing that most of traphawk fics are only ‘happy endings’ if you see them as self-contained, which they aren’t really, because even though trapper’s exit isn’t at all relevant, i’m not consciously ‘unwriting’ that. but in-fic probably Goodbye, Farewell and Amen to That because it explicitly states that TrapHawk can handle whatever is thrown at them, which would include whatever happens post-fic. 

8. Do you get hate on fics? for a while i had an anon who submitted vagues about me / my work so like yes, i’ve read a couple vagues seemed they were about my fic but, and i know this sounds like a cop-out but genuinely, i’m kinda flattered by anyone who hates my fic and still manages to read the whole thing and write a public post about how how they didn’t like it? like, what are we??? 

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? i consider myself primarily a smut writer, only incidentally non-smut writer. i write all kinds and can’t wait to diversify more. 

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? my dream fic is a specific crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? yes

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? not recently, but in former fandoms yes. 

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? sort of. it isn’t published. but maybe soon. 

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? traphawk is the ship to me. some things we should be dramatic about: there’s the traphawk that i write and then there’s the traphawk that i live, which only my irl trapper understands 

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? now that i have discovered the margaret longfic i really want to write i’ve officially abandoned my 80K canon-compliant margaret WIP

16. What are your writing strengths? i’m disciplined, i want to improve, i take risks, i’m curious, i’m honest and i welcome strong challenges from the people who edit my work.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? i have some barriers (i’m dyslexic and english is my not my first language) but i could still stand to be much more diligent about grammar and punctuation. beyond that, my prose tends to be flowery and verbose and need to be reined in a lot. i’m trying to get better at on my own but it helps that my OG beta, marley, is kind of my stylistic foil lol (hope she doesn’t mind me saying), she trims a lot of the fat from my work and helps me communicate my ideas better. lastly, sometimes i suffer from being really married to an idea that sounded cooler in my head than it does on paper, and i have a really hard time setting it down.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i say this as someone who is multilingual - it’s almost never a good idea, especially in fic, if you’re having a main character speak partially in another language for no reason except to note that you, the author, knows that they speak another language. it could maybe make sense for atmosphere, but in that case, just say “they were speaking x language / they said something in x language”. 

i’ll be honest, it annoys me so much that if i see a character in a fic drop a few words in a language other than english and then continue on in english that i will x-out of a fic. there’s got to be some thoughtful in-universe explanation for that e.g. if you’re in Canada, bilingual service agents will say ‘Hello/Bonjour’ to you to indicate that you have an option to speak with them in either language. 

19. First fandom you wrote for? uhhh i honestly don’t remember. i’ve been writing fanfiction since before i was a teenager. first time i published it might’ve been for the legend of zelda. 

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? at the moment it’s cherry bomb! because it was a nice, smutty interlude in traphawk’s relationship and a fic that exists mostly for kink’s sake but still has a distinct vibe, unlike filthysweet which i don’t hate, but imo is unremarkable. CB is 95% style 5% substance and still contains weight somehow. i really hope i can recreate that again. 

[thebreakfastgenie]

nine lines, nine people: tagged by @saltyfilmmajor

tagging: @youngpettyqueen @persianflaw @rescue-ram @majorbaby @cardassiangoodreads @holy-ships-x-red-lips @movietonight @raywritesthings @old-wild-child

This is eight sentences, but it's ten lines of text in my word processor so I figure it averages out to nine. It's a full paragraph so it makes sense to stop it here. This is not from my primary WIP because you're not getting nine lines of that until it's ready. This is from something I started writing with the premise of "Bottle Fatigue but Frank is there and he's the only one in the swamp when Hawkeye leaves the O club at the end" but I didn't even get to Frank yet.

He walked out of the officers’ club, trying to ignore every cell in his body crying out for him to go back and down that glass of scotch. It wasn’t just his tongue—he craved the taste, true, but it was more than that. He was chasing something deeper, the feeling of relaxing into a drink, the promise of that first sip. Even with his back to the scotch, he was still chasing it, and the numbness from the five or ten drinks that came after. It was easy to ignore after a good day—easy and good being relative terms—but damn near impossible after a day like this. Two years into this, it surprised him that that he even got post-adrenaline jitters anymore. He supposed it was a good sign, that his nervous system was still intact, that he had a shot of coming out of this a fully-functioning human being. Then again, there was always the possibility he went home and dove into an Olympic-sized scotch bottle and didn’t bother coming up for air. 

[greensirencanary]

Day 3 of 3 of Lauriver Holiday Event over on the Lauriver Discord. I just wanna thank @raywritesthings @lauriverweek for making this event possible. Also thank you for letting me be apart of this amazing event.

Prompt 3: Holiday Engagement/Wedding/ Vow Renewal

[thirddoctor]

I don’t normally do this, but I can’t help thinking about what Clara would say about the Master now? Like would she comfort the Doctor about it, would she tell 13 she told her so and that they should’ve killed Missy when they had the chance because clearly the Master will never change? 12’s decision to spare Missy led to the death of his (sort of) species because “the rage” will never end. What is their friendship worth at this point, because it’s ridiculous to say it’s worth all these lives.

Oh… I hadn’t even thought of this. So not only does it make Missy’s arc meaningless but now Twelve’s choice to be kind to her is like. objectively bad. I hate that so much, what a depressing and grim message.

I don’t know exactly what Clara would say, but I guess the takeaway from S12 is that people don’t change and they should have just killed Missy, either in the graveyard scene or at her execution.

I can’t believe the finale where everyone dies is actually the hopeful and optimistic one here.

[okoriwadsworth]

@raywritesthings

I will not let you wage a war on my city.

[majorbaby]

15 questions and 15 mutuals

thank you for tagging me @thebreakfastgenie. i've been hoping to do one of these where i could tag people since i've gained a few new mutuals recently. don't feel obligated to do this but if you feel like it please tag me so i can find the post.

tagging: @marley-manson / @hawkeyes-boy / @transgayhawkeyepierce / @patronsaintofqualityfootwear / @bornforastorm / @daydreams-and-tea / @persianflaw / @caddyxjellyby / @mountain-in-springtime / @madame-est-morte / @ev / @discocaptain / @raywritesthings / @leastcreativepersonyoullevermeet / @orphanbird95 / @localorangecat / @stereomike / @major-majoranon

Were you named after anyone?

my middle name, which i've since dropped. otherwise nope.

When was the last time you cried?

within the last month seems right, but i can't remember an exact moment. it was probably out of frustration.

Do you have kids?

nope.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

not naturally, because i usually don't understand it when it's being used by other people.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

i don't know? there must be a pattern, i just don't know what it is.

What’s your eye color?

brown

Scary movies or happy endings?

i'm easily frightened by spooky things, so probably happy endings.

Any special talents?

i can't help but analyze things critically.

Where were you born?

toronto

What are your hobbies?

videogames, music, art, writing, reading, baking, crochet... i have lots of hobbies but those are the big ones

Have any pets?

nope

What sports do you play/have you played?

none as of right now. i played lacrosse and hockey in high school.

How tall are you?

5 ft 3

Favorite subject in school?

english, history and physics

Dream job?

i was an animator working in film, and i would've loved to have done more of that, maybe someday write and direct something. but the industry is such a hellscape. at one point title sequences, which i love doing, fell completely out of favour and they just stopped making them? also i don't want to move to LA lol.

i also did a stint in comms for a labour org and it was depressing as all fuck but i do feel somehow "called" to it. so if i ever recover from my last experience i might not be able to help myself...

right now i'm working probably the closest thing to a dream job. i'm an art director in a stable position and i still do a lot of the practical work myself (even some animation still!) which i love. but at the same time, i've been thinking about going back to school for programming, or getting a masters and moving into public policy... a job that doesn't burn any of my creative fuel, and i have that leftover for my personal projects, which mean more to me. if you read this, send me an anon and tell me whether or not you think creative fuel is something you burn throughout the day, that you can run out of and need to replenish.

lol, i guess that brought up a lot of stuff.

[thebreakfastgenie]

15 questions and 15 mutuals

Thanks for tagging me @ofhouseadama!

Were you named after anyone?

My great-grandmother, Nanny Charlotte. Her name was Sari (Shah-tee) which is the Hungarian form of Sarah, but when she came to the State when she was eight, she said her name and they wrote down Charlotte. She used to say her name was really Sarah and wrote her name that way in some books.

When was the last time you cried?

About a month ago when my cat died. I don't remember the last time before that; I very rarely cry.

Do you have kids?

Not currently!

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Never.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I'm not sure! Height, I guess.

What’s your eye color?

Dark brown!

Scary movies or happy endings?

This is the weirdest dichotomy. Happy endings because I'm not a big scary movie fan.

Any special talents?

Baking cakes, writing, I've been told I'm good with colors.

Where were you born?

Ohio!

What are your hobbies?

Writing, baking, reading, rollerblading...

Have any pets?

I still have three cats who live at my parents' house.

What sports do you play/have you played?

Soccer and martial arts when I was younger!

How tall are you?

5' 1/2"

Favorite subject in school?

English and art!

Dream job?

Moderately famous writer. Like, I'd want my name to be recognizable and to do interviews about my work, but not be recognized on the street. Or something in my actual field but I'm not sure what.

Tagging: @mariacallous @imusthavebecomesomething @onekisstotakewithme @genderqueer-klinger @localorangecat @blue-ravens @majorbaby @wellmanneredthief @interwebseriesfan24 @hamiltonsteele @persianflaw @youngpettyqueen @partitionis @villalunae @raywritesthings

[gryffindormischief]

Hinny + 9 for the kiss prompts?

A/N: THIS IS ADULT MATURE SULTRY (in my universe of writing anyway) so read at your own risk.  ALSO not everything shows on the screen so be careful, practice safe habits, etc etc

Hope you like @raywritesthings!!!

Prompt: one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other

Also on FF and Ao3

___

As Harry’s lips leave hers, Ginny can’t quite bring her eyes to open. Her other senses heighten at the deprivation - the warmth of Harry’s arms around her waist, the pounding rain, her bounding heart, the scent of spring’s first shower, crackling firewood, and their mingling breaths sweet with shared chocolate she’d smuggled up to the cabin.

It was supposed to be a lonesome trip to the lake house, quiet to get her mind focused on her upcoming Olympic season and off a certain hesitant, tempting, and utterly clueless surgeon.

He can hold someone’s damn life in his hands and not hesitate a moment, take someone on the brink of death and bring them back. But ask him to make a move on a woman who clearly fancies the pants off him and it’s like he’s got no brain at all in that big, stupid, gorgeous head of his.

Instead, Ron, her soon to be dead brother, double booked the cabin purely by accident. And after a brief argument on the doorstep she and gorgeous arsehole doctor decided they could share. Nevermind her nerves - already threadbare - were now shot to pieces.

Somehow awkward avoidance had turned to reluctant cooperation and finally, after a rain drenched run from the docks, the softest, slowest, most tempting kiss she’s ever had.

“Ginny.”

She keeps her eyes closed. “Yes.”

“What - ”

And then, because she’s tired of waiting, tired of delaying, tired of denying, she opens her eyes just long enough to find his neck and drag his face back down to hers.

If the first kiss was a gentle beginning, this one is a screaming launch from the earth into the stratosphere. Filled with fire and while inevitable, a terrifying clash that could really end anywhere.

Ginny rises on tiptoe and pulls Harry closer, arms locked around his shoulders while her hands find his hair, her kiss unrelenting.

He sighs against her lips, palms slipping to her waistline and tilting her backward as they sway - a graceful give and take while their feet slowly wander.

As she walks backward, Ginny trips over one of her discarded sandals, but Harry’s hand remains warm and sure against her back even as their lips separate.

Blinking away the stars behind her eyelids, Ginny drags her stare up to Harry’s eyes and finds his pupils blown wide, hair tousled, lips parted and then returning back to worship her with a teasing slowness.

She moans his name as he presses lingering kisses along her jaw, down the slope of her neck, and all the while guides her toward the bedroom.

“Gin,” he pushes her jumper up enough that his warm hands can toy with her bare skin, “Is this -”

“Yours - yours is bigger,” Ginny grunts, “Quite rude, if we’re ah- at a point to air grievances.”

Harry pulls back, “Clearly I’m doing something wrong if you’re considering past issues to bring up at the moment.”

Ginny raises her brows and leads him to the closed door, “I’m a multitasker,” and to prove it, she renews her inspection of his lips while working the tie of his joggers open.

After stumbling over his now divested trousers, Harry regains his footing and finishes his work with Ginny’s jumper and tosses it over his shoulder. “Since we’re moving things along.”

“Finally.”

“Yes well you were taking entirely too long to kiss me, so you’re quite welcome,” Harry says, muffled by his half-removed t-shirt.

Ginny finishes her work and works the door open before flipping their places and pushing Harry backward toward the bed, not a pillow out of place until he drops backward onto it with a creak of the springs.

“You - are you kidding me.”

“Why - ” Harry’s retort ends, somewhat strangled, as Ginny drops her leggings and stands between his knees.

Honestly, it’s a bit helpful that he’s got her all riled in a not quite sexual sense. She’s regained her head. Now they can focus and have a proper go.

But first she’s got a score to settle.

He sits forward and his stupid muscles ripple and the hairs on his legs tickle her knees and maybe she can settle the score while continuing their ‘proper go.’

Harry seems to have a similar idea because his palms find her hips and drag her close so he can kiss and nip his way across her midriff. When she nearly falls backward, Harry guides her into his lap and migrates his ministrations north, working one strap of her bra from her shoulder while her hands grasp his wild curls. “Why - why do you think I’m kidding,” he tilts his hips just enough to make a point, “I am most definitely not, as you may be able to see now.”

Ginny’s nails scrape along his scalp, run over his shoulders as he toys with her other strap. “It’s been a year. Hell it’s been since uni, you turtle of a man.”

Harry laughs against her throat and pauses at the hooks on her bra, waiting.

Rather than give him another excuse to delay, Ginny reaches back and pops the catches free, but leaves the front for Harry.

His eyes linger on her half exposed chest as he sucks in a breath. “Before - it was never the right time.”

She shivers as his hands rise up her bare back. “And now?”

“I don’t want to wonder if it’s the right time.”

The remaining boundaries between them are stripped away as they maneuver until Ginny’s head is resting against the pillows and Harry’s slow exploration of her skin has come to a halt at her shoulder, his breathing labored. “Gin.”

Ginny groans at his hoarse whisper. “Harry.”

“Can we - ”

She barely sighs out a quiet please and Harry’s pressed onto his forearms, his eyes boring into hers as he tilts his body forward and his breath leaves his lips in a sharp ‘hah.’

The wind answers their moans, the thunder punctuates the creaking bed springs, and Ginny can’t tear her gaze from Harry’s even as their rhythm rises to a fever pitch. Even as his hand drags her leg higher and brings them even closer, sends her senses haywire.

Until her back arches in pleasure and his mouth ceases its open mouthed exploration of hers and seeks lower - dragging, teasing, biting, as she cries out.

His own shout is muffled against her throat as the shockwaves ripple through their sweat sheened bodies, as Ginny tries to pull him closer though there’s no need. As Harry nuzzles her rumpled hair and presses kisses anywhere and everywhere he can find.

It’s as if the storm followed their lead, wind and rain departing and leaving behind a soft breeze and silvery moonlight to graze their bare skin and the new world.

[reloha]

@raywritesthings: #i just think she deserved to have it all before her mic drop exit#is that so much to ask#rtd era#ended with each companion getting temporary awesome powers#except for her and i think that’s unfair#also really who would’ve said no to more tom ellis come on#certainly not martha#emerson rants#martha monday

The more I think about the series 3 finale, the more I think it should’ve been a four-parter, with an extra episode between “The Sound of Drums” and “Last of the Time Lords” in order to actually show the audience Martha walking the Earth and inspiring humanity rather than just telling us she did it and a single scene of her talking to some folks in London.

Maybe she picks Tom up at the beginning of this hypothetical third of four parts and he goes with her, completing the Martha-as-Doctor arc by giving her a companion (and a full episode and a half to explore their dynamic/romance instead of just a few scenes before this version of him is killed off). And then Martha wanting to try and make their relationship work even after the reset has so much more weight to it, because this is someone she spent a whole year with and got to know so well and even love. And spending a whole year traveling with Tom also helps her to make the decision to put an end to things with the Doctor at the end, because now she’s seen what it’s like to be around someone who sees her and respects her even while they’re going through an otherwise really awful time (and maybe the audience sees the difference and also gets just why how Ten acted during most of Martha’s run was terrible.)

The only other change I would make to the series 3 finale is in the last part, and specifically the bit where the people of Earth’s faith is used to dismantle the Master’s plan. Because it’s always bugged me how Martha puts all the work in only for the Doctor to get all glowy-Jesusfied. So I’d have it be her who gets the awesome powers. Because Martha’s the one the people of Earth saw evading the Master and inspiring them and being a total badass (like Tom says in canon, they say *Martha* is going to save the world, not the Doctor). And she uses those powers to restore the Doctor and fix the TARDIS, because Martha is a healer, not a soldier. And everything else can proceed about the same as it did, but it’s Martha who gets that awesome moment because she deserved it.

[love-in-the-time]

raywritesthings replied to your post “tag meme for week 12 of quarantine”

Your answer to the dream trip got me like ��

It was genuinely terrifying. It happened in October 2018. I was down there to scope out a site for a school I wanted to help my friend build, and her cousin and I went into town to get some food, and we were on a taxi motorcycle, and two dudes rode up next to us with a knife and cut my bag off me, and got my side a little too. I tried to hold on to my bag, but I knew if I didn’t let it go I’d fall off the bike so I let it go. They got my passport, my wallet, my phone, my housekeys, and my ID. I had to go freeze my credit and SS number, and get new everything afterwards. It happened on a Friday, of course, so I had to wait an excruciating weekend until I could get to the embassy on Monday, and they had me out and on the way to the airport in 5 hours, which was an enormous relief. Truly a terrifying experience and I have no plans to go back to DR ever. I’m uncomfortable with staying on resorts and don’t want to stay in town ever again. I genuinely still freak out about it once in a while, even though everything turned out fine.

[ruinsofxerxes]

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ahhh thank you!!!!

[faceless-conspiracy-buff]

Sometimes, though they try to be discreet about it. Neither of them like to talk about what they do when they’re out. In fact, getting them to admit that they’ve gone out at all is like pulling teeth. I think they feel like they need to preserve the illusion of animosity for old times sake, or something like that.

I think they spend most of their time sparring. But judging by the fact that Helena was ironing her evening gown the other day, they may also be going... somewhere fancy.

I don’t know about Canary, but Helena’s never been one for black tie events, so I can’t help but wonder what that was about. I really hope that they’re not crashing a party at the Iceberg Lounge. Not for their sake, of course, but for the Penguin’s.