So this will make no sense but a friend named Matty or as many know her @supersillyanddorky06 suggested I cure my writer’s block by doing a free write. The shot might be odd, or disorganized but that’s what it’s meant to be. I needed to free my mind and by doing this I did just that. Thank you my friend and thank you to everyone who has ever read a word that I’ve typed. It means more than you could possibly know.
His eyes looked frozen, that she could clearly remember as his gaze carefully scanned over the her painstaking words. His parted lips and quivering fingers made her own body tremble with unspoken fear. She watched him carefully through the security cameras that lined the walls of now heavily guarded building. His downcast eyes and fallen chin made her softly touch the flickering screen. His lips moved soundlessly before his knees gave way; she watched in silent torment as he slowly slipped to the cold ground. The letter fell beside him limply as she whispered into her self made darkness, “I’m sorry Oliver…I’m sorry…”
5 Years Later…
“Are you sure about this?” the quiet voice beside him beckoned somberly.
Oliver’s heavy, light-less blue eyes raced upwards toward the tower’s glowing tip. He felt her supportive touch near the small of his back; her soft perfume floated around him like a warm blanket as his body shuddered from his own internal cold. He croaked with tears forever frozen in his raw throat, “I’ll be fine Dinah, but I need to do this, I need to say goodbye…”
He felt her gloved fingers pressing firmly over his spine. Her hiccuped reply made his chest burn, “Did she know?”
His chin fell instantly to his cavernous chest, “What that I loved her and still do?” he mused tiredly.
“You’re never going to move on are you?” she asked as her hand raced up his chilled spine.
“I tried and she left…” he snapped quietly with not even a small note of hidden remorse.
Dinah’s sighs over the nape of his neck warmed him momentarily before the chill of her words made his blood run cold. “She left because you betrayed her trust by trusting Susan over her.”
His automatic nod seemed rehearsed when he seethed with repressed anger, “She left me long before that day Dinah…”
Oliver’s last name might be Queen but we all know who the real Queen is...
Happy 100 episodes to the lady who has saved so many lives, including Oliver’s. She’s been an inspiration to little girls, and fifty-year-old women, and she will continue to be far into the future after Arrow is finished.
for the prompt thing: olicity reunion when Prometheus captures them in a small cell
“We’re going to die, aren’t we?”
Oliver’s eyes lock with hers from across the room where he’s trying to free himself from the chain attached to the wall. “Felicity-”
She stares back, daring him silently to lie to her, to tell her they can get out of this, to spit out some ridiculous plan or some heroic speech. They both know how likely their survival is. She has no misconceptions. There’s just one thing she has to do before Prometheus ends this.
Felicity grabs Oliver and seals her lips against his, fusing their lips together. He responds with enthusiasm, the biggest confirmation of their dire circumstances. But if this is the end, at least she’s going out with a kiss to end all time.
“Are they arguing
again?” Rene asked when the elevator doors opened to reveal a very frustrated
Curtis sitting with his back to the approaching visitor.
“Mom and Dad as you’ve so cleverly termed them
are just talking it out, they’ll be done soon…” he added lowly with a nearly
silent exhale, “I hope,” while Rene found a spare chair to put beside his
He tapped at the latest piece of technology
slowly with timid fingers. “Is she really going to be his assistant?” Rene
asked almost gleefully.
“She prefers the term Deputy Mayor since Lance
has taken a leave of absence but yeah she’s going to fill that role for at
least the next two months,” Curtis commented while he pushed Rene’s fingers
away from the broken down device.
Rene leaned back and placed the soles of his
tennis shoes along the table. Curtis gave him an annoyed eye roll but continued
going through the various burned wires as the other man talked. “So what
are they planning to do? I mean the reporter chick is also with Prometheus, the
DA is busy carrying on a bromance with John and we’re being used as eyes only
recon while Tina continues to train with Dad. I mean how does having blondie
act like his right hand man help tie up any of those loose ends?”
Curtis almost couldn’t believe the man who’d
dubbed Oliver and Felicity mom and dad wasn’t able to connect the neon like
dots. “He’s trying to get her back stupid,” Curtis laughed quickly.
Rene’s feet dropped off the table ledge as he
came forward with a harsh thud, “He’s what?” he croaked with childlike
I like seeing [Diggle and Lyla] together, I like the dynamic. I like that she’s a badass, that she’s capable in the field, that she’s smart, that she has a child. The couple has evolved. They’re Felicity and Oliver in five years.
When Laurel answers the door and Tommy sees Detective Lance and immediately greets Detective Lance with a handshake and “Merry Christmas, how are you, sir?” Detective Lance replies: “Proficient with firearms.” And it made me smile #protective daddy.
Detective Lance might be my favorite character right after Felicity Smoak.
Countdown to Black Canary: ↳ 2 Days to go » AU: While working in Central City on a case, Laurel visits Barry’s team in S.T.A.R. Labs and meets Dr Wells, who seems to know more about her future then he lets on.
The arrow is the future, the snake is the past. If you focus too much on the past, you relinquish all power to it, thus giving it the opportunity to poison you and coil around the arrow and snap it before you ever have a chance to aim and shoot. With every step I leave the past behind me and am one step closer to my future
A concept that was brutally ignored in the recent Flash ep (not that I've actually seen it): future Team Arrow helping Barry fight Savitar and being there for him, or at least trying to be, when Iris tragically dies. I feel like it would have been a great moment to reference how Oliver for example had tried to be there for him and comfort him after Iris, because you know he 100% would have been there even if future!Barry hadn't wanted anyone's comfort.
Oh, but here’s the tragedy: Team Arrow finds out. It’s unclear who should go – Dig, Felicity, and Oliver all have a strong working relationship with Barry – but in the end Oliver decides to scout it out first. He shows up in Central City within twelve hours of Iris’ death. Barry’s already gone.
They don’t know where he goes. Not for a long time. But when he comes back shoulders-hunched-in and heart filled with impotent rage (sixty-one failures, sixty-one attempts that couldn’t save her), the first thing he does is change all the locks, trash his own home, and drive everyone out before hunkering down like a post-apocalyptic animal in the shell of STAR labs.
By the time Oliver visits, Barry’s not Barry anymore. Barry doesn’t have a word to say, doesn’t want to be touched at all, forces him out of the room when he won’t leave after an hour because he refuses to let Barry stay here.
Barry breaks the elevator behind Oliver to lock himself in, and Oliver gets the message, loud and clear.
(If Cisco hadn’t fixed the elevator [scarce days before The Incident], he would’ve starved.)