#bottomraypalmer

The first time Ed thinks Oswald is going to kiss him is after Oswald wins the mayoral campaign. There are tears in his eyes, and the way he looks wordlessly from Ed back to the TV makes Ed’s heart lurch. He repeats the riddle, even, that Ed had tried to tell him, but he doesn’t kiss Ed, so Ed chalks it up to emotion over winning and puts it aside.

Well, he bricks it up in his heart, because he told Oswald, he told him, that love, for men like them, is weakness. So he builds a wall around it, to hold it close but keep it separate from what he has to be to be Oswald’s right-hand man. 

I can’t be bought, but I can be stolen with one glance.

The second time is after Butch’s hands close over his throat, after he thinks maybe he misjudged and it’s the end for him. He’s dead for a second there, and all he can think is at least he protected Oswald, at least Butch’s betraying ass is out, for good. At least he can hope Oswald chooses good people to be by his side. 

And then he wakes up to Oswald’s hands on his face, one supporting the back of his head and the other cupping his cheek. He opens his eyes to Oswald’s relieved smile, and he thinks that maybe this will be the moment--a kiss in relief. 

But the moment passes, Oswald helps him up and moves away, and Ed tosses this feeling behind the brick wall. A fluke, a mistake, the fluttering of his heart means nothing. 

I’m worthless to one, but priceless to two. What am I?

And then he’s on Oswald’s couch, wrapped in Oswald’s dressing gown. His throat hurts, a mean bruise already formed from Butch’s large fingers wrapped tight around it. Oswald makes him tea, sits next to him, and looks at him with concern in those gray-green eyes. 

So Ed’s mouth runs away from him, because it’s dark and it’s quiet and the only two people in the world are him and Oswald, and he realizes that’s all he wants. “I hope you know, Oswald, I would do anything for you,” he says. “You can always count on me,” he says. 

Finally, Oswald, eyes bright, leans in and kisses him, messy and hot, their teeth clacking together until they find a rhythm. And as Oswald pulls Ed down on top of him, the two of them only barely fitting on the couch, flinging pillows out of their way, Ed tears down that brick wall and lets himself...

I KNOW U GOTTA BLESS YOU

fav character: RAY, but really i love them all (also I cannot wait for Zari, I already love Tala, I’m sure she’ll play Zari wonderfully)

least favourite character: Martin in season 2, tbh. He was a bit of a dick.

otp: Leonad/Ray, Mick/Nate (also i can’t wait for Sara/Zari aahhh)

brotp: Ray+Nate, Mick+Ray, Leonard+Mick, Leonard+Sara, and just. all the Legends as a Family™ really (ALSO I REALLY WANT SUPER PLATONIC RAY+ZARI HACKERS BFFS)

notp: romantic Leonard/Sara. romantic Ray/Kendra. Any form of Eobard/Ray that depicts Ray having affection for Eo just…no. It makes me physically ill. I’m sorry.

Oswald always thought he knew it all, knew everything he needed to about his family. When he finds his father, though, he finds it almost comforting to learn that the darkness inside him runs through his veins alongside his blood cells.

His mother was too good, and he needed to protect her from the black pit growing in his chest. If he could do it all again, he would send her away. He would break off the part of himself that couldn’t bear to separate from her--he would save her from him, from the fate that he unwillingly led her into.

But his father, from the little time Oswald got to spend with him, understood that darkness. He would have understood that Oswald needed to kill Grace, to feed her awful children to her before killing her. He would have understood the blood on the table, on the carpet, on Oswald’s face.

Grace was rotten, and maybe that’s what drew his father to her. Oswald can feel the rot growing bigger inside him day by day, waning only occasionally, but then feeding and spreading.

And he’s all alone, now. Family: the people who are supposed to love you unconditionally, the only people who ever did--he has none of that now. All he can do is surround himself with people who he doesn’t trust, people he doesn’t love.

People he could love. People he could make his family. But this is Gotham, and everyone serves themselves. Including--maybe especially--Oswald.

He wants family. He wants to surround himself with the people he wants to love: Barbara, Jim, Ed. But they’ll all betray him, again and again, and he has to protect himself. He has to keep his head above the rising tide of the darkness, before it sucks him under and chews him up and spits him out.

So his family is himself, for now. And that’s okay, because he can do this on his own. He’s strong and he’s smart and he’s vicious, and he doesn’t need anyone, not ever. 

anon just say u hate disabled people and get the fuck out

“Go big or go home,” is his motto. In regards to most things, but especially to romance. He’s not one to do things by half measures. He’s either all in, or not interested. 

It gets to be a bit…too much for some people. Overwhelming. To the point where, when he gets together with Kendra, he’s figured out how to tone it down a bit. She doesn’t want big gestures, she tells him, so he bites his lip and doesn’t fill her room with flowers. 

Felicity had appreciated…some of it. The time he bought out the entire fancy restaurant in Central City, not so much. She, at least, appreciated the flowers. And the chocolates, especially the chocolates. 

Anna had loved all of it, and responded with gestures that were just as grand, and Ray loved it. Loved her. 

Really, what Ray needs is someone with just as much flair, just as much love for over-the-top gestures, who takes just as much joy in dramatic expressions of affection.