but yeah I love this scene

Contrived?

I’ve always wondered what “contrived drama” actually meant when applied to Arrow? It is a dramatic television show. Granted that some of the storylines have been tepid or poorly written, (the BMD, the ambiguous thread between O/F, BM and SW, to name a few) but if I wanted all the issues solved by the end of each episode, with hugs and kisses all around, I would watch a Sitcom.

It’s because of the drama, that I watch. Yeah, the actions scenes are fantastic, but if the drama wasn’t showing me what motivates the characters, i would not be as invested in them—whenever Oliver superheros’ his way into my heart, or when Felicity fights and wins her way through her issues. Or Diggle, Lance, the Recruits—even the bad guys.

 I want to see my characters fight and struggle and win and love. I want to be angry and in pain, I want to feel happiness and love through redemption and self-discovery and forgiveness. I want to trust. I want to see the journey unfold and make up my own mind as to whether anything is off-kilter or right on point.

I want the drama, contrived or otherwise. I want the happily-ever-after, especially when it’s earned.

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.