ahs ollie

anonymous asked:

Olly, a girl named Alex is looking for you

Olly:… Alex?

Zeb: Ah! Olly Oil! I totally forgot, I desperately need you for something!

Olly: Oh…Now?

Zeb: Now.

anonymous asked:

Time travel ah where Olli starts finding that everywhere Sid and Geno go, an artist starts drawing an ass he recognizes and some of them are anonymous penniless artists but some of them??? Geno laughs when he finds out Sid's ass is famous everywhere

“This one is titled, ‘A man and his lover by a cafe,’” Olli says. The painting showed a two men walking down to street, the shorter one turning to the other as if to whisper something in his ear as he takes his lover’s hand. “Just recently discovered. It’s you and Geno from the Nadine case in Paris, 1878.”

“I knew that artist was looking at Sid’s butt,” Geno grumbles. “I knew it. Told you he up to no good, Sid.” He turns to Conor and whispers, “You email picture link to me?”

“This is a really good rendition of Sidney’s butt though. Your ass is forever immortalized as an impressionist masterpiece. Congratulations,” Flower says. “Sidney, turn around for me?”

“I absolutely refuse.” 

I do love the history of Cas and Lucifer.

Lucifer asks him to join him, Cas is like, “How ‘bout no.” Lucifer is offend.

Cas ignites Michael with holy fire, Lucifer explodes him. Because how dare he.

Cas tries to yank Sam out of the Cage. Lucifer clings to Sam’s soul a little tighter like, “Haha, fuck you.” Cas derps for half a season and doesn’t realize Something’s Missing.

Cas fights Luci over Sam and Dean. Sacrifices self for “greater good.” Lucifer cackles because he finally fuckin’ won one.

Oops, out he goes.

Cas keeps appearing to try and fight him. He’s an annoying gnat who should really learn to fuck off.

Cas gets his hands on nephilim. “Haha, Lucifer!” “Ho, don’t do it.” “And I’m gonna raise him!” “You mother–” Cas flips him off and ollies out.

Ah, if only Lucifer had known back in Season 5 just which angel was going to be the permanent thorn in his side. It wasn’t Michael.

ollyforce913  asked:

So I've recently started to come out as trans. Only to my mother and a couple of my siblings, but I've had overwhelmingly positive reactions with all three of them. I still have a long way to go as I was in denial for a long time and was actively trying to pass as female. I've recently booked an appointment with a therapist but what I'm most worried about is not passing as male as I'm a bit on the heavier side and the curves in my body are quite noticeable. Any tips? ~Olly

ah that’s so great that you’ve made such good progress! I would go for clothes that aren’t too tight fitting without them swamping you. Button ups are great (especially ones with slightly thicker material) as if it’s a size or two up, it should stay in place rather than shape itself to your body if that makes sense. Men’s jeans are usually great at hiding curves as they go straight down. There’s also more options in terms of the type of fit too. We do have some more passing tips in our FAQ if you need some more tips. best of luck, -alex

anonymous asked:

been following you since pentagon debuted and I can't help but be thankful for you!!! Universe is still a small fandom but you're always keeping up with updates!! AND YOUR GIFSETS ARE BEAUTIFUL LOVE U OLLIE💘💘💘

AH you’ve been following me for a while omg bless you ;; I’m thankful for you too!! I enjoy running this blog thanks to people like you! I love keeping up with Pentagon, I always wake up in the morning excited to see if anything happened while I was asleep, ngl. 
AND THANK YOU!! I haven’t had much content to gif lately but with them having the comeback soon I’M SURE I’LL MAKE A MILLION GIFS,

Where Felicity gets a tattoo.

You can also read it on AO3

Dark chocolate cake with raisins.

He knew as she asked him if he wanted any. Shaking his head,  he furrowed his eyebrows.

When she came back from her lunch carrying a box with ‘Wendy’s bakery’ printed on the gaudy lid, he sent her a curious glance. Felicity always went there when she was having a bad day and needed some comfort a cake never failed to provide.

But it was only… He glanced at his watch. 12.37.

What happened between eight this morning and now? When she told him his schedule for the day, she looked seemingly happy.

“Felicity, anything interesting happen while I was at the board meeting?” He didn’t want to enter the deep waters right away. Better to get to do it slowly, otherwise she’d just dismiss his concerns.

She swivelled her chair to face him.

“Nope.” she said popping the ‘p’. “Unless you find Mark from accounting and his story about his last weekend’s fishing trip interesting. In which case I can tell you all about the big 40 pound carp he snagged -”

“Nah, I’m good” he gave her a wry smile.

“Are you sure you don’t want to try some?”  she asked taking a bite of the cake.”It’s really good” she mumbled, mouth full.

It did look good. It smelled like the cakes Raisa made.

Going up to Felicity, he took the fork which currently lay limply inside her hand and took a mouthful.

When he turned to look at her, she had her brow raised.


“You’re weren’t lying Miss Smoak. It’s delicious.”

He went to grab another bite.

Felicity laughed and moved it out of his reach.

“And what will I get if I decide to share this delicious as you called it cake?”

He took a second to contemplate his options. “A solemn promise that I’ll stop touching your computers?”

“Even when you just want to look up some game score?”

He scowled but nodded.

“Good answer. Now you can bombard your taste buds with the food of the gods ”, she said pushing it his way.


Later at the foundry, he narrowed his eyes as he saw her sit up a bit straighter with a hiss leaving her mouth.


She turned around, a sweet smile plastered to her face.

“Yes, Oliver?” He placed the coffee he brought her on the metal desk top. She took hold of it, her expression mirthful.

He tightened his mouth. This wouldn’t be easy. “Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”. Anybody who didn’t know her would have deemed the words as truthful. But not him. Her whole body language screamed that she was trying to hide something.

He gave her a hard stare.

She nibbled her lip, drawing his attention to them. They were bright pink and it took far more effort that it should before he was able to lift his gaze back to her eyes.

“I’m asking because you’ve been acting rather odd. Did som-”

“Felicity! How did it go?” Sara’s voice interrupted him mid word.

“How did what go?” he asked.

Sara halted by the staircase, looking somewhat startled. “Ah Ollie. Didn’t see you there.”

“I thought not.” When everybody continued to remain silent, he threw his hands up in the air, exasperated.

“Will someone finally tell me whats going on?”

Sara turned her head, faking ignorance  “I think I left my phone upstairs.” Sara supplied the first excuse that came to mind when she saw the I-don’t-know-what-you’re-talking-about-face wasn’t working.

He didn’t miss the smirk she sent Felicity as she retreated back the way she just came.


“Ugh, you’ll never give up if I don’t tell you, will you?” she muttered.

“ ‘fraid not.”

Felicity sighed. “I got a tattoo.” she said looking up at him from her seat.

His eyes must have popped as a small smile tugged her lips at his reaction.

“What?” he managed to say.

“You know when they put permanent ink on your skin.”

“I know what a tattoo is,” he said not quite believing what he just heard.

“Well you did look confused, still do actually.”

“Because you just said you got a tattoo. I- I just didn’t think it’d be something you’d be interested in doing.”

“Why not? I’ve had one done before.”

He sent her a disbelieving look “You did?”

“Oliver, they’re a plenty of things you don’t know about me.” Clearly. She never failed to take him by surprise. “So you went to a tattooist during your lunch break?”

“I spend my days in QC and my evenings with you, I mean-” she gestured the area around herself “There’s hardly any other time I could do it.”

“And the cake?”

“What about it?”

“You order some every time you’re upset.”

Now she was the one who was taken back. Who would have thought Oliver Queen would notice how her eating habits were related to her moods?”

“It stung a bit, and I thought I’d cheer myself up.”

“Can I see them?”

She blushed.

“Unless you got them done somewhere where you don’t want me to look.”

“Erm-” She took a breath “The one I got today is on my hip bone.”

He swallowed trying to imagine Felicity with a tattoo there.

She slowly began pulling the right side of her skirt down but abruptly stopped.

“You better not laugh.”

“Scout’s honour.”

“You were never a scout.”

“Felicity, there’s a lot you don’t know about me.” he recited her earlier words, playfulness emanating from his features.

She looked at him skeptically and nudged the cloth down. He kneeled in front of her to see it.

It was an arrow.

Black and simple, yet overridden with meaning.

He placed his calloused finger on her bare skin and traced the arrow’s outline, thoughts lingering on the fact that this place was part of her life. They were now a part of her life. Unknowingly to him, Felicity had a hard time keeping still at the touch.

“I like it.” he said after a moment, looking up straight into her eyes.

Someone cleared their throat causing both of them to jump back.

“I’m not interrupting, am I?” asked Sara

Felicity look flustered. “Of course not! I was just showing him that tattoo.”

anonymous asked:

A Scarlett é considerada uma mutante? Se não, Ollie consegue absorver os poderes dela?

Rachel: Não, não chegamos a considerar ela uma mutante.

Olivier: Mas como ela é legal, a gente deixa ela usar o titulo se quiser. E eu consigo absorver qualquer tipo de habilidade. Se ela tem, eu posso ter também. 

Scarlett: Ah, valeu Ollie! Só por isso pode usar meus poderes sempre que quiser.