But I love how Odin, even after seeing Ava set fire and do some crazy stuff is relativity chill. He apologizes for abandoning her (finally) and is like “ Is this because of me?” I thought that was cute. We even get our first look at Pedri in almost a year and he’s menacing as ever. I like how Ava slurs her words like she’s having a hangover off her power. Hopefully Odin will bridal carry Ava to the nearest ship and off to his home planet so we can finally get to know more about Odin. Michelle’s art is beautiful as ever and I love the colorist she brought on, makes each panel more dynamic.
Prompt for @olicityficchallenge: picture of a Nerf gun left next to a note that says “Welcome home from work! Two things: 1) this gun with ammo is yours 2) I have one too and you’re under attack as of now.”
I am get behind on these. I have all but one of them written out though, just need to edit, so there will be more where this came from. Shortly. I am hoping to be caught up by tomorrow in time for the final prompt :)
They were lying in wait.
That was Felicity’s over dramatic way of saying they were waiting for Oliver to get home. He’d been called away on mayoral business—she’d never get used to Oliver being the mayor—and had left Felicity alone… with William.
For the first time.
To say she’d been terrified when Oliver told her he needed to leave for a few hours, was the understatement of the year.
Felicity wasn’t a kid person. She liked kids, of course, but she’d never been around kids. She hadn’t had any siblings, or friends with kids. Baby Sara was different, because she was only two. She just sat there playing with her toys and loving everybody. But William was almost ten. He had thoughts and opinions, and she was terrified he was going to hate her. Or worse, that she would be uncomfortable around him the entire time.
Being uncomfortable around Oliver’s son was possibly the worst thing she could imagine. What if that meant she was just no good with kids? What if she felt just as uncomfortable when it was her and Oliver’s child?
Oliver was so good with William, like it was instinctual. Maybe it was, or maybe it was just practice from growing up with Thea. All Felicity knew was that something clicked in him around William and he became “good dad”, while Felicity always just felt like she was floundering. Maybe it was because her relationship with her mother had always been so different than most people’s or because her relationship with her father was practically nonexistent.
But no matter how awkward she felt around William, Felicity was never going to stop trying to connect with him. She couldn’t. He was Oliver’s, and she might not have liked the way she learned about William, but she liked the boy himself. He was a sweet kid, and he reminded her so much of Oliver sometimes. It always caught her off guard when he’d make a face or ask a question that just shouted “Oliver!” to her. But they hadn’t spent much time alone, maybe a minute or two here and there. And Felicity wasn’t sure how to handle a relationship with him.
So, when Oliver had left for work and William sat down on the couch, fiddling with his action figure, looking decidedly less happy than when his mom had dropped him off that morning, Felicity knew she had to do something. This was a bonding moment and she wasn’t going to waste it.
“Let’s go,” she’d said, gesturing for him to get his coat.
William jumped up immediately, walking to the door and putting on his tiny parka. “Where are we going?” he’d asked, zipping the jacket up.
“Um…” Felicity hadn’t planned that far ahead, unfortunately, but she had always been quick on her toes. “The toy store!”
William had given her a skeptical, but hopeful look. “For what?”
Felicity had knelt down beside the boy. “We could get a game,” she’d said. “Or something to keep us entertained until your dad comes home. Maybe we could…”
Felicity had trailed off, having remembered something she’d seen on the Internet.
“I know exactly what we can do,” she’d told him excitedly, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder and steering him towards the door as she let him in on her plan.
Now, the two of them were crouched behind the railing of the second story of the loft. Waiting.
“How long ago did he text?” William asked, neatly sorting the orange foam bullets into easy to reach piles beside them.
“Fifteen minutes,” Felicity said, pulling up Oliver’s GPS on her phone to check his location. She smiled when she saw that Oliver was already in the building. “You ready, over there?” she asked, and William nodded. “Good, because he’s here.”
William grinned and tugged the Nerf gun to his chest, finger already getting twitchy on the trigger.
“Not until I give the signal,” she reminded him as they heard the sound of Oliver’s key in the lock.
William nodded, oddly serious for a child about to unload a gun full of foamy bullets into his father.
“Felicity?” Oliver called as he entered the loft. From their hiding spot they could make out his back as he walked into the room. “William? You guys here?”
Felicity could see William cracking. His smile was huge—which tugged at a place inside Felicity that she’d never felt until that very moment—and he began to fidget.
“Not yet,” Felicity whispered as silently as possible. It did not surprise Felicity in the least that Oliver’s son was turning out to be just as impatient as the man himself. Like father, like son, she supposed.
But William got himself under control, just as Oliver turned to the kitchen and the note that they’d left for him there. Along with his very own Nerf gun.
She peaked through the glass of the railing, watching as he read the note. She could practically see him slip into Arrow mode when he realized what was about to happen.
The moment his hand reached for the gun, Felicity gave the signal, nodding her head at William, and together they both leaped to their feet, unleashing a hail of orange foam at Oliver’s back. Oliver spun around the moment he heard movement, but unlike Felicity and William, he only shot one Nerf bullet. It flew up, but bounced off the glass railing before it could hit either of them.
She could see him take in the dart’s path, studying the way the foamy projectile flew through the air and the angle at which he held the toy gun like it was life or death. Then he unloaded two more darts, all the while evading the spray of falling foam from his fiancé and son.
His first dart flew low, but straight, bouncing soundly off of William’s forehead. Felicity watched as the boy rubbed the spot between his eyes with a grumbled, “Ow!”
Something orange struck her glasses before she could even process that Oliver had somehow hit William squarely between the eyes with a foam dart, from at least fifteen feet away. Her surprise that Oliver had been able to do the exact same thing to her caused her to take a step back.
He was an amazing shot, but with foam projectiles? She was more than a little impressed. And surprisingly turned on.
Oliver used their surprise and distraction to bound up the stairs towards them. Without even slowing his pace, he scooped up William before the boy could reload his Nerf gun, his little legs trailing out behind him as Oliver spun him in a circle.
Felicity would never get over the look on Oliver’s face whenever he played with his son. Whether it was action figures or video games, or something as simple as spinning in a circle, Oliver was a great dad and he loved spending time with William. Felicity knew it for a fact, and it only made her love him all the more.
He met her eyes, placing William back on his feet, and leaned down towards her. “Thank you,” he whispered, emotion choking his voice.
Felicity shook her head. “You don’t have to thank me.”
Oliver leaned closer, his lips just inches from her’s when Felicity was suddenly being pelted by a barrage of darts. Oliver laughed, pulling her into his chest to protect her from his son’s sneak attack.
“There’s no kissing in war!” William exclaimed. “He’s the enemy, Felicity! You can’t kiss the enemy during a battle.”
Felicity laughed, throwing the kid a wink and backing up from Oliver. “He’s right,” she said, bending down to pick something up from the stash of weapons they’d bought at the toy store.
She stood, wielding a foam sword in front of her fiancé. She’d never handled a sword before, not for fighting purposes anyway, but she tried to mimic the technique she’d seen Oliver and Thea use.
Oliver laughed, blue eyes twinkling as he watched her. He raised an eyebrow when she stepped towards him, twirling the sword in her hand.
He raised his hands defensively and whispered, “Would you take it easy on me if I said you look incredibly hot right now?”
Felicity laughed, then tilted her head, giving him a contemplative look. “You know, I might… but I don’t think my partner is up for that kind of deal.”
Just then William jumped out from behind Oliver with a yell, Nerf sword in hand like he was in some sort of bad martial arts movie. He waved the toy back and forth like he was already in battle.
Oliver spotted a third sword on the ground and bent quickly to pick it up, taking a step away from the two of them. With the sword held out in front of him, he crooked his fingers at his son—going right along with the bad martial arts movie vibe William had going—challenging him to attack.
And William did.
Leaning back against the railing, Felicity watched Oliver duel his son in Nerf swords. As far as duels Oliver has participated in, this was the only one Felicity had ever felt the urge to document. She pulled her phone from her back pocket, pulling up her camera app and hitting record. She’d have to make sure Samantha got a copy of this.
William was trying to take Oliver down, and even with a foam sword, Oliver blocked him. Not every blow, but enough that it was a challenge for William. Then, with a surge forward, William swung the sword, hitting Oliver squarely in the hip and Oliver groaned exaggeratedly, falling to his knees.
“Ugh,” Oliver moaned dramatically, “you got me.”
William threw his hands in the air, sword held high above his head, celebrating his victory. Oliver watched him with a small, happy smile on his face, then reached forward pulling the boy to his chest.
“Dad!” William laughed as Oliver dragged him down to the floor, tickling the boy’s sides. “Felicity, help me!”
Felicity put her phone away, leaping into the fray, tickling Oliver and trying to turn the tables.
With Oliver’s attention on Felicity, William ran to get his Nerf gun, reloading it and pointing it in their direction.
“Dad wins round one,” William announced, as Felicity and Oliver sat up to look at him. “But Felicity and I are going to win round two.”
He tossed a loaded Nerf gun to Felicity and reached out to help her up, even though he was half her size.
“Let’s go Felicity! We gotta hide so Dad doesn’t beat us right away!”
Felicity grinned, getting to her feet. “You ready for round two?” she asked Oliver as he stood beside her.
He leaned in, a smug smile on his face as he kissed the side of her head and whispered, “I’ll always be ready for round two with you, Felicity, but it will have to wait. I have to kick your cute little ass in a Nerf war first.”
Felicity blushed, but she couldn’t wipe the grin off her face as she raced William to the other side of the loft, preparing to win this war and wipe that smug look off of Oliver’s face.
A fun spec on Oliver finally coming out as the Green Arrow and his
first public appearance.
Oliver sat in the rafters above the school auditorium at
Laurel Lance Elementary.
Below him, about 200 students sat on folding chairs,
shifting and fidgeting in their seats, anticipating Oliver’s arrival. Up on the
stage, various faculty members also sat waiting, wondering if Oliver was
actually going to show up for his scheduled appearance. He was already an hour
late and they were getting worried that the kids might start to riot in
Oliver had a City Council meeting earlier that morning which
ran late, and when it finally ended, he had to rush back to the Bunker and don
his other business suit—that of the Green Arrow. John, Rene and Felicity were
also at the Bunker when he arrived, and they began to joke about him being Star
City’s new costumed community service hero. Rene even went so far as saying
that Mayor Queen was going to the school in drag.
It was Quentin, out of his Deputy Mayor’s office, who set
all this up, arranging Oliver’s appearance with Principal Juarez. Lance told
Oliver now that Mayor Queen had come out as Green Arrow, he needed to let the
city know that Oliver Queen (and Green Arrow) was even more of an integral part
of the community. Lance also told Oliver that this school visit would be good
for the Mayor’s approval ratings. The Green Arrow’s as well.
“Oliver,” Felicity’s voice suddenly spoke through the com
link in his ear. “I just got a call from the school asking if my husband is
still coming. What are you waiting for?”
“Just checking out the area,” he told her.
Felicity chuckled in his ear. “Honey, this isn’t a mission
you’re on. There are no bad guys or super villains you need to fight. They’re
just kids waiting for their hero.”
A small grin appeared on his face. “Alright hon, call them
back and let them know it’s show time.”
“Copy that. And Oliver…try to have some fun with this. We don’t
have to hide all this anymore. Just be yourself…” Felicity fell silent for a
few seconds then added, “Uh, actually, don’t be yourself. Maybe the public isn’t
ready for that kind of scary.”
Oliver grunted back. “Uh, just stay with me. I might need
your help fielding questions.”
“I’ll always be here,” Felicity told him.
Below him, Oliver noticed that the faculty suddenly became
animated and Principal Juarez walked up to the microphone with sure, steady
steps. The auditorium’s speaker system clicked on.
“Kids,” she spoke. “It’s time. Please join me in welcoming
to our school…Mayor Queen and the Green Arrow.”
Thunderous applause drifted up to Oliver. He pulled a
repelling arrow out of his quiver and found a spot on the stage to plant it.
Show time indeed, he thought. He let loose his arrow and
descended into infamy.
Below the auditorium,
down in the boiler room amid steam pipes and girders, 100lbs of C-4 was wired
with two detonators, ready to take out the school and 5 surrounding blocks. On the
floor next to the bomb, one of Oliver’s security detail from the city lay dead,
blood congealing on the concrete floor from the head shot he took.
The countdown display
screen on the C-4 read: 15:00 minutes.
“Yes, the boy in the blue shirt,” Oliver pointed out to the
“My dad says you are a criminal,” the kid said. “He said
that you use to kill people. Is that true?”
Oliver glared out at the kid and was ready to unleash his
gruff Green Arrow voice.
“Oliver,” Felicity whispered in his ear. “Don’t go savage on
the kid. Keep calm and answer the question as Mayor. The kid believes in you,
despite what his father told him. Don’t prove him right.”
Oliver took a couple deep breaths, and then followed
Felicity’s lead. “Son, what’s your name?”
“Bobby Caldwell,” the kid answered.
“Bobby,” Oliver responded. “Your father was right. I was a
bad man six years ago, when I came back from the island Lian Yu. I spent a long
time there and had some bad things happen to me. When I came back to the city, I
didn’t like what was happening here and I was trying to stop all the criminals.”
“Is that why you killed them?” Bobby asked.
“Uh…” Oliver didn’t know what to tell the kid. “Well, it was
a difficult time for me and…”
“Oliver,” Felicity chimed in again. “The kid is not going to
understand this. Just assure him that you’re not a bad man anymore…well
actually, you are bad, but in a good way…I mean with me; anyway, focus on all
the good things you’ve done since the island.”
Oliver nodded. She was right. Now was not the time for therapy.
He started to redirect his answer.
John suddenly came on the com channel. “Oliver, security
detail #3 has gone silent. He missed his last check-in. Last known position was
down in the boiler room.”
Oliver halted his answer for Bobby. “Felicity, are you
picking up anything?”
“Stand by,” she told him. “I’m starting a search algorithm.”
Everybody in the auditorium was watching Oliver as he
suddenly became still. They were not familiar with how he was when danger came
calling. They had only read about him or seen him in brief coverage on TV. A
new anticipation emanated from the students and staff. They might actually get
to see the Green Arrow in action, and live.
“Oliver,” Felicity returned. “I’m reading an electronic
signature about 200 feet below you.” She paused. “Oliver, the signature is similar
to some kind of detonator.”
Oliver shifted fully into Green Arrow mode. He turned to
Principal Juarez. “I need you to have the auditorium cleared out. Have your
staff start leading the kids out of the building.”
“What…” the Principal started to say?
“Do it now,” Oliver told her. “There is a possible
situation, maybe a bomb.”
That did it for her. Principle Juarez turned away and
complied with Oliver’s directive.
Oliver reached the boiler room 8 minutes later. He found the
dead security man—then he saw the bomb. He also saw the countdown indicator telling
him he had six minutes before blast off.
“Felicity, it’s C-4. It looks like the one we, uh, I mean
the one you and Roy disarmed at Rocket’s Arena 3 years ago.”
“I’m guessing there aren’t any coolant pipes above you?”
Oliver looked up. “No, just more steam pipes. What’s the
status of the auditorium evac?”
“SCPD dispatched 30 officers to the school. ETA is 10
“Not good enough. There’s six minutes left on the timer.”
“Oliver, please tell me you have a directional arrow with
you. You remember the one we used on that bomb last year?”
Oliver smiled in response. “Honey,” he said to her. “I never
leave home without one. You never know when you’ll come across a 100lb bomb out
in the field. Stand by…”
Oliver pulled said arrow out, backed up about 20 feet, and
then shot it at the countdown mechanism. It stuck and the relay arms latched
“It’s all yours, Felicity.”
“Ah…another piece of ugly modern art,” Felicity sighed in
relief. “And by the way Mr. Mayor—I love you.”
Oliver smiled. “You know, I feel the same way about you. Let’s
get the bomb squad down here and see if we can find some clues on who put this
“Copy,” Felicity answered. “Does that mean the Mayor/Green
Arrow assembly is over?”
“No way,” Oliver told her. “Little Bobby Caldwell is still
waiting for an answer to his question.”
if i see one more comparison of barbara gordon to felicity smoak and how felicity should not only be Oracle but ALSO Batgirl in the Arrow-verse I will cut someone.
Stop the Arrow fans from trying to take our shit. An episode got renamed from “Oracle” to “the Secret Origin of Felicia whatever” because no one was down for that. The level of outrage actually got them to rename the episode and prevent her from taking that mantel. The fact they even thought they could have dibs on that mantel is appalling when they don’t even know what it represents.
You see in a couple of years time we will have some batfam characters on the silver screen and then we will crush your sense of entitlement with our canon that you tried to jack.
Moral of the story: don’t touch our shit. Don’t be on the losing side of history.
Thus ends chapter three. What did it accomplish? We’re still stuck in flashback mode. The arrow finally got removed from Stevie Rae’s chest. There was an attempt to drum up drama over Stevie Rae’s bloodloss, which didn’t work because we already know she didn’t die. Stevie Rae and Aphrodite Imprinted - which, believe me, I have a lot of problems with. But we’ll get to that.
For the most part, however, this chapter had a lot of filler and some recapping. Everything felt extremely dragged out, especially when it came to the characters’ stupid banter. Unfortunately, this frustratingly slow pace will continue for some time. Then again, why should I expect anything different?
Reverse!Lukas wears shoulder armor, and as a reference to his leather jacket, he wears a 1940′s bomber jacket. His jeans are a more 90′s style (I think) and he goes by a serious 50′s greaser style (I mean, look at that hair and those damned sideburns!).
His primary weapon is a bow (around his torso and he carries arrows at his waist). At his place, he likes to try and tinker with bows and arrows.
The comm in her ear chirped, alerting her to Oliver’s incoming call.
Felicity let out the breath she’d been holding since he and Diggle had gone dark as they made their way underground. The comm had given way to static that only got heavier and heavier the further away from the surface they got, leaving her with nothing to do but stare at the clock, waiting. She’d been doing just that, sitting in the dank basement office under City Hall for the last thirty minutes, unable to stop her mind from weaving the worst possible scenarios it possibly could - what if they were caught, what if they were hanging upside down somewhere, what if they were shot, or what if someone had…
But he was calling.
He was okay.
The relief that crashed through her chest sent her heart off like a bullet, tossing a heady rush of adrenaline into her system so hard and fast it left her a little dizzy.
Alright, so she wasn’t quite used to her boyfriend going out as the Green Arrow just yet. She’d get there. Eventually.
Felicity’s hands were shaking as she hit the button on the comm in her ear and said, “You okay?”
“Yes,” Oliver instantly replied, and she closed her eyes for a moment. His voice dark and heavy from his modulator - still in Green Arrow mode, right. “I’m putting you on speakerphone, so…”
“So what?” she asked, wondering if he could hear her smile as her levity flowed back just as quickly as her fingers flying over her keyboard. In the next instant she’d located them - they were still in the southeast corner of the Glades. Felicity stared at the green dot that represented Oliver, warmth replacing her adrenaline as she continued, “Is that your way of telling me to behave myself? You gonna spank me if I don’t?”
Silence was her answer.
Felicity paused, furrowing her brow before realizing what she’d just said.
“Oh!” Her eyes slammed shut and she jerked back from the desk like it was on fire. “Not that you do that. Not that… the Green Arrow spanks me, at all. We aren’t like that, whoever’s listening, I’m not… he’s just… Oh my god.”
Neither of them missed Diggle’s quiet snort of amusement as Oliver just sighed.
Whoever was with them, whoever they’d caught, wisely kept quiet. Oliver must have an arrow trained on them… probably fearing for his life, terrified because the Green Arrow was right there, and here she was, ruining everything with her stupid mouth.
“Oh… frak,” she breathed, burying her burning face in her hands.
“I have the code for the tracker on the shipment,” Oliver said patiently. Despite the modulator, she didn’t miss the laughter lacing his words.
“Right. Yes, right, I’ve got… that.” She pulled up the appropriate screen. “Give me the numbers… and then leave me here to die,” she finished under her breath as he rattled them off.
“So, despite what I’ve done, I pray to God that we can move on, ‘cause thus far you are the best thing that this life is yet to lose.” “Sight of the Sun” - fun.
Nyssa shows up in Coast City, because of course she does. There are few places that the ancient black leather of the League would stand out more than the seaside vineyard where they’re staying for the night.
They’ve just finished what might be the best dinner Felicity’s ever had (despite the fact that she nearly spilled pinot noir all over her pretty new dress when he ran his hand up the thigh slit under the table) and they’re rushing their way back to the private cabin when suddenly, she appears, in full League gear, among the grapevines. Oliver’s wife.
Let’s be real. Felicity Smoak is one of the most wonderful women on TV and we are talking about current day television where cable and network TV along with Netflix are coming up with one amazing female character after another (I am looking at you Emma Swan, Emily Thorne, Clair Underwood, Olivia Pope, Arya Stark and of course the Khaleesi).
Yes, she is written well and always gets the best line but one of the things that makes her extra special is the young woman playing that character. Emily Bett Rickards adds dimensions to that character that were not written by the writers and were not conceived by the producers. I have always admired EBR as an actress but I realize how important her contribution is to this character after I watched her various interviews preceding and following the season 2 finale.
She ended the season on a high note. It was her connections who came up with the mirakuru cure, she was instrumental is ending the big bad guy of the season without compromising her morals and during the last 4-5 episodes, she is the only one who gets line “you are cute” and “you are irreplaceable Felicity” and she got most attention from the titular leading man of the show making her the number 1 leading lady, credits be damned (her name comes after Willah Holland and KC in title). But when she was interviewed about her arc, she was humble and sweet and instead of bragging about how necessary she is to the show (unlike the other actress who missed like 5 episodes this season, nobody missed her and she still calls her character the heart of the show) Emily talked about little things she wants for her character next season - like getting a friend, a pet, her home life and of course some back story.
Every other actor who has worked on the show and is interviewed - be it Stephen Amell, David Ramsey, Paul Blackthorne, Colton Haynes, Caity Lotz or Manu Bennet (the latest entrant in Emily Bett/Felicity Smoak fan club) - has praised how amazing and essential Emily Bett and her character Felicity is to the show but Emily herself never said a word about it. She remained humble that she got to do this wonderful character and how much she is learning from this show, her character and the people she is working with. She even told her fans that she worked in the doggy day care till the 18th episode of season 1 when she was told that she would be upgraded to a series regular.
EBR’s personal honesty and humility shines through her portrayal of Felicity Smoak, that is why she was able to connect to audience the way she did. I am so glad that I get to watch her and admire her on my Tv screen.
Way to go Emily, for your age and experience, you have shown far more grace than most people show even when they have been around for far longer. You are truly amazing.