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Not only was Muhammad Ali a Heavyweight Boxing Champion, he was also a Minister in the Nation Of Islam under the leadership of The Most Honorable Elijah Muhammad.

Decisions (Rip Hunter x Reader, Ray Palmer x Reader)

Prompt: stephyra17 said:

I have recently found your blog and I absolutly love it!! I would like to request a one shot, on how both Ray and Rip (legends of tomorrow universe) have a crush on you and try to impress you with history facts, nerd facts since you’re a historian\time related powers and a nerd (fangirl). They try to make references ect. It’s a competiton between the 2. Could you also included 2 ending, one wehre you choose Ray & the other you choose Rip? Thanks so much, I love you for existing & making me smile

Pairing: Ray Palmer x Reader, Rip Hunter x Reader

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Warnings: Nerdiness, geekiness, possible fangirling. Don’t know if you mean historian and/or time related powers, so she’s going to have both.

Notes: I’m sorry it’s taken so long. I have so much school work I’m drowning in it, but I wanted to write a little anyway to try and relieve some stress (even though I should be writing an essay right now…oh well). I hope you like it! And thank you, you sending me this brightened my day! Since Nate is a historian, she and Nate are going to be best friends. :)

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It wasn’t until your best friend Nate pointed it out that you realized why Ray and Rip were always surrounding you and telling you history facts and anything about the Marvel Universe or Supernatural that made you fangirl (and let’s just say you fangirl very hard). They were trying to flirt with you. “Nate, you can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m deadly serious,” the historian replied. “They alway come around with more history facts that you either know little about or that you have worked on persistently. Rip shares future history with you. They try and make you laugh with jokes about certain characters that you like in your Marvel Comics. They even have movie nights just for you to watch your favorite movies or binge watch Supernatural. Hell, you’ve seen future seasons of Supernatural that haven’t aired because they come after 2016. They fight for your attention and alway glare at the other who has taken your attention away from them. You still don’t believe they both like you,” Nate smirked.

You opened and closed your mouth a couple of times before just staring at Nate. You immediately wanted to wipe the smirk off his face. “So what? They both like me. That’s their problem. Let them figure it out. Until one of them asks me out, I’m staying off that boat.”

“Care to tell that to them? Here they come.”

“Can I rewind and leave before they show up,” you whispered to Nate.

He laughed, “no.”

“I hate you, you know that,” you whispered back.

“(Y/N)! So I was thinking about how you said one of the things you regretted before leaving 2016 was the fact that you were never able to see Deadpool. I have the movie, we could watch it sometime, whenever you want to. I mean, if you don’t want to watch it, that’s fine. I just thought that you would want to because-”

“Ray,” you interrupted him. Inside, you were jumping up and down like a hyper seven year old, but you knew you needed to keep a calm exterior with this new information in your head. “That is very sweet of you to offer. I would appreciate watching Deadpool, maybe the whole team can watch it. I bet I can even convince Sara to dress in Pajamas,” you laughed.

“I did-”

“(Y/N), did you know that Adolf Hitler’s name would have been Adolf Schicklgruber had his father not changed his name in 1877? Or that a British soldier during World War I spared Hitler’s life as he was wounded? As a child, Hitler wanted to be a Priest. He planned to collect loads of artifacts of Jewish descent to make a museum for an extinct race after the war. Funny concept was he was afraid of cats. Hitler never learned to drive,” Rip smiled as he went behind his desk and sat down, watching your face lightly light up at some of the facts you didn’t know about Hitler. You had done your thesis paper on Adolf Hitler’s rise to Kaiser, starting from his early childhood and following to his death (you had even traveled back in time to get a closer look at Hitler…but your history professor didn’t need to know that).

“Some of that I did know, but others…that’s astonishing. Thank you for adding to my collection of facts on Adolf Hitler. Now, on a more serious note, do we have any aberrations to fix,” you looked at Nate specifically, hoping he would say yes to help take the focus off of you.

As Nate was about to answer, his machine whirled to life, “that would be a yes.” He took a look at the machine and looked up looking shocked, “it’s in 2016,” he replied.

Your eyes widened but a small smile made its way to your face, “I’ll go and look around. What’s the day?”

“May twenty-ninth,” he responded.

“Alright, meet me there,” and with a ripple in the air, you were gone, already in 2016.

“Bloody hell, how many times have I told her not to do that,” Rip mumbled.

“How many times have I told her to stop doing that before she gets hurt,” Ray grumbled as Rip called the team to the bridge to prepare for the time jump.


Before the Timeship showed up, you had time to think. What would you do? Rip and Ray both liked you and you like them…but it wasn’t anything romantic, was it? Nate said it was obvious but you had a hard time believing that. You just couldn’t wrap your mind around two of the handsome men on board the Waverider were into you.

When you got these powers, the ability to travel through time, you never thought that you would meet people like this. Sure, you knew about The A.T.O.M., Firestorm, Heatwave, et cetera, but you never thought you’d get to meet them, let alone fall for any of them. You never thought that with your powers, you would meet someone as brave and bold as Rip Hunter and you never expected to fall for him either. You didn’t know what to do.

You didn’t want to hurt either of them, but you knew you would have to decide by the time that this aberration was finished…you couldn’t let them continue to fight over you because you knew it was ineffectual and that you didn’t need them preoccupied with the mission.

Maybe it would be best to tell them both you weren’t interested in a relationship…but that would end up hurting them both…and it might distract them both and that would be bad considering they need to fully be in the game. But if you chose one of them, you knew that the other would be out of it afterwards.

Damn it! Why couldn’t the Universe just throw a new person on board that you’re destined to be with and have Rip and Ray as two of your greatest friends? You quite honestly believed that the Universe hated you. What did you do to deserve that? Well, you can travel through time…maybe it’s Time’s way of telling you it doesn’t like you being able to travel at free will without the help of the Waverider.

You groaned slightly as a headache began to form. You shook your head. Aberration first, love life later, you reminded yourself.


After a semi-successive mission, you were back on the Waverider watching as Rip paced. Ray had gotten hurt as well as Sara. You walked away from the bridge and to the infirmary. You walked in, seeing both Sara and Ray resting. They were quietly talking as Gideon fixed them up. “I’m sorry, I should have seen it coming,” you stated after standing in the doorway for a couple of minutes, “I could have stopped Thawne and Merlin. Could have rewound a couple of seconds to stick my foot out in front of Thawne. Something…Then you both wouldn’t have been hurt.”

“It’s not your fault-”

“But it is. I didn’t check everything out when I got here. I stood in one spot thinking about Rip and you, Ray, because I didn’t know how to choose between both of you because you both like me. I see that now and I want to make sure I don’t hurt either one of you. I didn’t check the perimeter because I was so caught up in thought and then Sara tackled me, taking the bullet meant for me. It is my fault, don’t try to say it isn’t because I will always blame myself for not checking sooner and letting both you and Sara get hurt,” the first tear slid down your face and you quickly wiped it away. “I just don’t like seeing the people I care about get hurt because of me…especially not a man I’ve come to care about quite a lot.”

You watched Ray’s face and saw his expression lighten. “I believe there’s a way you can make it up to me.”

“How’s that?”

“Let me take you on a date,” he replied.

You smiled, “I would love to go on a date with you.”


After a semi-successive mission, you were back on the Waverider watching as Rip paced. Ray had gotten hurt as well as Sara. You were sitting in one of the chairs on the Bridge, watching him pace back and forth in his office.

After another second of thought, you got up and walked over to his office and leaned on the frame of the entrance. “You shouldn’t beat yourself up about this mission. It was my fault. I was too preoccupied to check the perimeter.”

“It is not your fault, (Y/N), I should have guessed they would be expecting us.”

“And I should have guessed they would have sensed my arrival before the ship’s.”

“I should have advised the team to be extra cautious.”

“I should have searched the perimeter.”

“I should have-”

“We could do this all day, Rip. Why? We need to move on and figure out our next move against the Legion of Doom…and maybe we could fit in some time to get to know each other better,” you held your breath. This was not the way you wanted to tell him.

“Are you asking me on a date, Ms. (Y/L/N),” he looked at you, smirking.

“Only if you say yes.”

“Well then, I accept.”


Malcolm X and Maya Angelou in Ghana, 1964.

Malcolm X on his last visit to Accra had announced a desire to create a foundation he called the Organization of Afro-American Unity. His proposal included taking the plight of the African-Americans to the United Nations and asking the world council to intercede on the part of beleaguered blacks. The idea was so stimulating to the community of African-American residents that I persuaded myself I should return to the States to help establish the organization. 

We all read Malcolm’s last letter to me.

Dear Maya,

I was shocked and surprised when your letter arrived but I was also pleased because I only had to wait two months for this one whereas previously I had to wait almost a year. You see I haven’t lost my wit. (smile)

Your analysis of our people’s tendency to talk over the head of the masses in a language that is too far above and beyond them is certainly true. You can communicate because you have plenty of (soul) and you always keep your feet firmly rooted on the ground.

I am enclosing some articles that will give you somewhat of an idea of my daily experiences here and you will then be better able to understand why it sometimes takes me a long time to write. I was most pleased to learn that you might be hitting in this direction this year. You are a beautiful writer and a beautiful woman. You know that I will always do my utmost to be helpful to you in any way possible so don’t hesitate.

Your brother Malcolm 

(Excerpt from Maya Angelou’s memoir A Song Flung Up To Heaven)


We commemorate the legacy of El Hajj Malik El Shabazz, also known as Malcolm X, on the day he was assassinated, February 21st, 1965.

Words cannot describe his revolutionary contributions to the struggle for liberation and self-determination. We can only witness the products of his words and actions in the work that goes on to this day by warriors who he inspired to fight and free us all from what Malcolm called, “this miserable condition that exists on this earth.”

We must see in our organizing work that there are thousands upon thousands of potential Malcolm X’s, from the rotten schools to the prisons. There is hope.

He famously said, “If you don’t stand for something, you will fall for anything.” So we ask you, where do you stand in the face of injustice?

Rest in Power Malcolm. You will never die as long as we fight for the change you hoped to see. ALL POWER TO THE PEOPLE!

Sara wakes up and realizes that she is imprisoned by the Legion of Doom and then sees that Leonard is with them.

Sara was told in the League that the first thing she had to do when being held hostage, was to examine her environment; try to find a way to ensure her survival and plan her escape.

But as she began to gain consciousness, she realized that there was really nothing she could do. The last thing she remembered before the void was a read streak hitting her hard and now she was confined in a dark basement with her hands and feet tied with chains to the floor that wouldn’t unfasten as hard as she tried.

Her mouth was sealed by a cloth, with some kind of an essence that made her nauseous every time she took in a breath, which was secured by another fabric. 

There was only one person that could have made sure that she was that well confined that she couldn’t escape no matter how hard she tried. Damien Darhk. 

So that left only one possibility as to what was happening. The Legion of Doom had her. 

Was that the only reason why Leonard had come to her house? Why he had kissed her back? God, he was so convincing. Was his only purpose to make her lower her guard enough for the Reverse flash to grab her?

By the time that a door at the other end of the large basement opened, Sara’s wrists were bleeding as she tried to free herself from the metal cuffs. Then the light was switched on and Sara came face to face with her team’s worst fear in the past two months. 

In front of her, in a basement full on weaponry and other equipment that was hidden by large curtains, stood the Legion of Doom. Damien Darhk stood next to Eobard Thawne and Malcolm Merlyn; and only a few centimeters away from them-leaning against a pillar, was Leonard.

He didn’t look at her; and at least she didn’t have to put up with the look of amusement that the other three men were looking at her with. She pulled the chains again with all the strength she had, trying to launch herself to Leonard. But as she finally made the chains tremble, Darhk pulled them back and suddenly she heard her wrist snap. 

Sara cried out in pain as Darhk pulled the chains harder back and she screamed more. Tears were now rolling down her cheeks as she tried to push the cloth away from her mouth in vain. 

Leonard turned his head; her screams now becoming unbearable for him to hear. Once she met his eyes, more tears flooded. Only then she noticed that there was a long cut above his eyebrow that was stained with fresh blood and a large bruise on his cheekbone that was beginning to swell. 

Something was wrong. But she couldn’t understand what. 

“Sara Lance.” Malcolm Merlyn said as he started walking to wear she was kneeling. “For a woman that came back from the dead, you are really easy to get. I have to admit that at first I didn’t believe your idea Darhk, but you were right. Love really makes people vulnerable.” 

Sara sneered at them and launched forward; the cuffs tightening on her wrists with a single move of Darhk’s hand. 

“Mr Snart, will you do us the honor and ungag our guest?” asked Darhk and Leonard hesitated, before walking to her and dropping the cloth to the floor and letting her breath heavily normal air. He took a couple of steps back, his hands slightly trembling as he shoved them back in the pockets of his jacket. 

“Now Mrs Lance we will see how well Ra’s Al Ghul taught you to survive.” Merlyn said as he started walking towards the exit; followed by the other men. 

He was going to let her rot in that basement. Let her slowly die without water or food chained in a basement floor. 

Before the door closed, Leonard turned for just a second and looked at her; and his eyes met hers. And Sara would have sworn that they were smiling at her. Was he saying that she was coming back for her or was he just giving her empty hopes? 

So, Sara was alone again. Locked in a cold basement and she heard absolutely nothing. 

For a moment she thought that she was under the ground again. Unable to breathe correctly or move. She was feeling like she was being buried again. 

Sara didn’t know how much time had passed in that dark and cold basement. Maybe it was hours or maybe it was days, all she knew was that her whole body was numb and her throat was burning. Every moment that passed-or was it hour, she felt more and more tired with her eyes slowly closing as she tried to stay awake. And the fact that she had been sleeping only a couple of hours every night due to her nightmares wasn’t really helping.

Then the door had opened and the light was switched on; and for a moment Sara thought that she was hallucinating. She thought that she was imagining Leonard walking inside and closing the door behind him; but she didn’t. 

“Sara…” Leonard whispered as he kneeled next to her and Sara jerked back, despite wincing from the pain.

“Are you here to try to seduce me again?” She managed to say, despite her throat burning and her voice coming out as a strained noise. “Cause this time I won’t fall for it.” 

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He said and his hands started moving, first in the cuffs on her ankles. “Just trust me. I can explain everything.” 

She sucked a breath as Leonard hands touched her now bruised and bleeding wrists and freed her from her binds; letting her fall in his arms. His hand took a bottle of water and gave it to her, downing the water hungrily. Sara let out a breath as she finished the water and panted. 

“We have to go. Can you walk?” Leonard asked and Sara nodded negatively after realizing that she couldn’t even stand up. So instead, Leonard scooped her in his arms and started running out of the basement, hoping that he could get back to his safehouse before they caught them.

He had to make things right with Sara. This was all his fault. And he had to fix it. 

For him and her.

And their future.

We must remember and honor our heroes as well as our fallen brothers and sisters who have lost their lives as a result of injustice, ignorance and racism. Starting today #mlk day, I vow to wear all black everyday for 6 months to mourn them. I invite you to join me. Even if it’s only a day, only an hour, only a minute, join me in remembering and honoring our heroes, our fallen and ourselves.

Legendary boxing champion Muhammad Ali fooling around with his friend, radical preacher and revolutionary Malcolm X, New York 1963.

“My conscience don’t let me go shoot my brother, or some darker people, or some poor hungry people in the mud, for big powerful America. 

And shoot them for what? 

They ain’t never called me ‘nigger’. 

They ain’t never lynched me. 

They ain’t never put no dogs on me. 

They ain’t never robbed me of my nationality, raped and killed my mother and father… 

How can I shoot them poor people? 

Just take me to jail!”

- Muhammad Ali, 1942 - 2016


Malcolm X: “My advice always to brother Cassius is that he never do anything that will in any way tarnish or take away from his image as the Heavyweight Champion of the world, because I frankly believe that Cassius is in a better position than anyone else to restore a sense of racial pride to not only our people in this country but all over the world. He is trying his best to live a clean life and project a clean image, but despite this you’ll find the press is constantly trying to paint him as something other than what he actually is. He doesn’t smoke, he doesn’t drink; in fact if he was white they’d be referring to him as the All-American Boy, like they used to refer to Jack Armstrong.”

(Video: Malcolm X Interview On Cassius Clay & Black Nationalism - 1964)  


Muhammad Ali: “Turning my back on Malcolm was one of the mistakes that I regret most in my life. I wish I’d been able to tell Malcolm I was sorry, that he was right about so many things. But he was killed before I got the chance. He was a visionary ahead of us all. 

Malcolm was the first to discover the truth, that color doesn’t make you a devil. It is the heart, soul, and mind that define a person.

Malcolm was a great thinker and an even greater friend. I might never have become a Muslim if it hadn’t been for Malcolm. If I could go back and do it over again, I would never have turned my back on him.”

Muhammad Ali holding Malcolm X’s daughter Qubilah, surrounded by young fans at his training camp in Miami, January 1964.

The kids are holding up 8 fingers because Muhammad predicated he’d win the World Heavyweight Championship fight against Sonny Liston in 8 rounds as the underdog. The defending champ Liston predicted he’d win in 2. Ali ended up winning in 7 rounds on February 25, 1964.

Mal Goode, Muhammad Ali, Rahman Ali, Malcolm X and Nigerian ambassador Simeon Adebo at the United Nations in NYC on March 5, 1964.

Mal Goode was the first Black network news correspondent for ABC television network as a United Nations reporter. Muhammad Ali had recently won the heavyweight title the week prior. Malcolm had arranged for Ali to meet with diplomats from Africa and Asia at the United Nations. Malcolm intended to make Ali an international political figure.

(Video of Muhammad Ali and Malcolm X at the United Nations)