muse: ray palmer – Page 3

infiniitefrequency: “Did you say spiked eggnog?” Ray’s ears practically perked up. “While I don’t celebrate Christmas, I do love cookies and spiked eggnog.” “I mean, holiday treats have mostly been co-opted by Christmas capitalism, but I do just love little ginger snap cookies.” He pulled a tray out of the fabricator, and slid them ontoContinue reading

protectxthem: heart-on-her-sleeve‌: Ray could hardly sit still. It just hurt so bad. “I’m sorry, I just. Damn, that hurts!” he exclaimed when he tried to pull away. “You think? I mean, I am accident prone, but that’s not why we became friends, Max.” Ray took a deep breath and closed his eyes, preparing himself both mentally and physically. “No,Continue reading

infiniitefrequency: “Look, Christmas is just an excuse to get real fat on cookies, and real drunk on spiked eggnog. I for one … am so in..” “Did you say spiked eggnog?” Ray’s ears practically perked up. “While I don’t celebrate Christmas, I do love cookies and spiked eggnog.”

protectxthem: “Will you stop squirming? It’s just a dislocated finger. I went to school for this, and i’m starting to think you became my friend so you don’t get an outrageous ER bill every time you get hurt.” Max teased, curling his hand around the other’s wrist. “Now, would you like a stick to bite onContinue reading

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Closed, Plotted Starter for @magicandmayhcm It had been a week since Ray had finished his classes & paperwork at the academy, meaning he was officially a firefighter. He’d received his assignment, and was parked outside, staring at the large garage doors that hid the firetrucks between calls. Butterflies filled his stomach, and a smile wasContinue reading

hotmengifs: Brandon Routh putting out fires in The Nine Lives of Christmas.

I just watched “The Nine Lives of Christmas” and I just – DEFINITELY adding a firefighter verse for Ray.

ofcoldguns: @heart-on-her-sleeve said: ❝My mother always told me, be a duck.❞ (Ray to Len) “Am I supposed to know what that means?” he asked, he figured that it was some sort of advice that was either supposed to make him feel better or help him figure out what he was supposed to do but heContinue reading

normallyxstrange: @heart-on-her-sleeve cont. from here “Yes, you.” Wren pursed her lips slightly. He was good and buzzed. His thoughts–just the surface ones she couldn’t help but skim–were alcohol soaked. The edges blurred. He was impaired, maybe not completely drunk, but enough. “Seven’s a good number. A lucky number. I think that’s enough to cut youContinue reading