She really makes me question my sexuality
She really makes me question my sexuality
She’s on her FUCKING tip toes! Ahhhhh!!
Is it just me or does it look like Felicity is wearing two different dresses here:
The necklines look completely different to me, which would indicate that when she gets hurt, it’s maybe not on their date? Did we know this already?
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I think it’s just the angle of the shot and her hair covering the V.
you’re lovely, with your smile so warm
and your cheeks so soft,
there is nothing for me but to love you,
and the way you look tonight
Shipping is so weird. You’re basically in love with their love and you get all these very real feelings. You blush and you get butterflies when they look at each other or stand next to each other even, and your heart makes all these pangs and skips and does the tango. And when things fall apart it really does feel like your hearts breaking. and it’s just so weird.
🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌 perfectly worded!
Arrow Season 3 Sneak Peek [iTunes 1080p]
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AAAAHHHHH! He cried because she looked so beautiful!
Where did those last 4 things come from???
This nugget came from my brain misfiring from something justscribbling said. This is a separate one-shot outside of the Follower Fic, I am working on. It just sprang to life and demanded to be written.
This is part of the All in the Family Universe, but it is easy to understand without…
My gosh! Tumblr is on fire! So cute! I want more!
I’m back participating in smoakandarrow's Olicity Flash Fic Challenge! w00t!
I’ve had this scene playing out in my head for a while now, so when I saw this week’s prompt, I thought I’d write it out.
This one’s a lot angst-y. And it’s inspired by this image:
Apologies in advance for the abrupt ending. I ran out of time!
It’s the third night she’s caught him in the same position. Sitting in an armchair in the family room, slouched and staring at something in his right hand. Even with the glow of the lit fireplace he was in front of, Thea could only see the forlorn look in her brother’s face but not what he was holding.
For a week, she’s been back in their home and her brother’s loving care. It took her a while to realise that her relationship with her biological father was toxic and would only serve to push away the people who cared about her. It took something drastic to get her to open her eyes and see how wrong she had been to not want to be Thea Queen. It took Oliver, in his Arrow get-up, kneeling in front of her, refusing to fight her and revealing to her who he was. Malcolm had trained her to battle the Starling City vigilante without revealing to her who was under the hood. That night, with Oliver in tears, begging her to forgive him for keeping secrets from her, she finally woke up to the truth: That this man was her big brother, and he loved her — and that she loved him back.
For a week, they had been getting to know each other again. Spending time together, spilling secrets and hurts and truths. Mourning the loss of their parents. Recovering from their battle wounds. Re-learning who they had both become, and accepting that no matter what they had done to each other and to themselves, they would always be brother and sister — and no one will ever get in the way of that again, not even each other.
But there had been a politeness, a stiffness, in their interactions. Oliver was so, so, careful with her. She was equally careful with him. So for the first two nights she caught him here, staring sadly at whatever thing it was in his hand, she silently left him alone.
That would stop tonight though.
"Hey," she greets quietly.
Startled, he straightens up and curls his hand around the thing he’d been staring at, “Hey. Can’t sleep?”
"No, not really," she says, moving forward to sit next to him on the armchair beside his. "Can I join you?"
"Of course, Thea," Oliver smiles, nodding at her.
"What’s that?" she asks, motioning toward the curled right hand on his thigh.
Oliver looks down and shrugs, his jaws clench, “Nothing.”
"Ollie, you’ve been staring at that thing for at least two nights now — as far as I can tell — it’s not nothing," Thea says, chidingly. "Try again."
He turns to look at the fireplace for so long that Thea thought that he was going to be silent for the rest of the night. Just as she was about to apologise for prying and stand up to head back to her room, he meets her gaze and unfurls his fist to give her a glimpse of what was in his hand.
So emotional. I love it.