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[infiniitefrequency]

Ray Palmer: THE KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE ARE FAR SUPERIOR IN THAT- Nate Heywood: DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE OLD WEST, THE WAY THEY- Sara Lance: They're the same thing. One has a metal kink, the other is a leather daddy. Ray and Nate: ... 👀 👀

[hopefuture]

@palmeratom gets a thing

" It's not the first time I've been told I resemble someone, actually. There was this one instance where people thought I was Bruce Wayne..."

[secretswritten]

@palmeratom​  said: "And we could be enough.” (Kendra)

“Ray,” she said, a sadness in her voice as she reached up and cupped his cheek with her hand, “Of course you’re enough. I’m not saying that you aren’t. I’m just saying that we shouldn’t give up on getting back. We don’t belong here.”

[infiniitefrequency-a]

[hawkreincarnated]

@palmeratom​  said:“ Broke the thermostat again. I think it hates me. ”

“I don’t think it hates you, babe. I don’t think it’s capable of hate,” she said smiling, walking up next to him and standing on tip toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek, “Besides, it’s kind of impossible to hate you.”

[citizensteels]

“The legends don’t know what happened,” Nate still felt awkward in this body, still trying to get use to it’s broadness and height. He wasn’t much shorter then Ray, but being in Ray’s body just was....wow, it was weird. The height and width thing was one factor. There was also the fact that Ray was a cis man, which in itself made the whole experience a lot different. Nate was still trying to get used to it. “John said he would try to figure something out, but it might take a couple of days. Are you alright?” / @palmeratom​ gets a bodyswap thing we plotted out

[heckcduparchived]

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“Ray--” She was seeing things for sure. There was no other explanation. Ray Palmer had died years ago. Blown apart to the point where there wasn’t even a body left for her to identify. Not that she would have needed too... Ray dying of an explosion in his office because of some tech he was working on was one of the only ways she ever saw him going. Even used to joke with him about it until it became an all too real reality for her. A part of her past that she had never really been able to move on from. She even still wore his ring he gave her when they got engaged around her neck. Tucked beneath her shirt. 

A reminder of who she loved. Who she lost. Yet here he was, standing in front of her alive and wel. 

“Ray it-- it can’t be you...” She must have been seeing a ghost. Other’s had seen worse right? All the stories that spread through the world from meta-humans to aliens... a ghost for sure? She wasn’t going insane now... right? 

[timedriving]

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“What are you doing awake?” Rip asks, like a damn hypocrite.

He knows full well that the cargo hold is where Ray tinkers with his suit. He also knows, full well, that in terms of their circadian rhythms, Ray’s probably the most fucked after Rip himself (the only reason for which being that Ray’s physiology isn’t nearly as ruined as Rip’s is, but such is the consequence of being a Time Master for a living).

But he’d gambled, wanting to believe he could drink and hate himself, in that order, in peace. Needless to say there’s a reason Rip’s not much for the casino scene.

At the moment he’s sat leaning against the cool metal of the ship, one leg stretched out before him and the other bent at the knee so he can rest his forearm over it. The telltale bottle of whiskey is held lazily in loose fingers, and Rip takes another quick sip of it and wishes he could get drunk quicker.

“I’d assumed after the last mission you’d want a good night’s rest.”