damn you expectations


That could be anything, then. | It could also mean nothing.
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Come back and haunt me

Blindspot fanfic. Follow up to this one. Set after the S2 finale.

He doesn’t know what woke him. But he came awake abruptly and, just as he’d done for the past six months, reached across the bed to the cold right side. It was empty, just as it had been for the past six months.

He sat up and scrubbed a hand over his face. She was here… and she wasn’t here.

At least he knew where she was. Finally. At least he knew she was safe.

But even as the thought crossed his mind, he wondered what had woken him, and the need to check on her grew too strong to be denied. 

He threw off the covers and climbed out of bed.

He’d left the door open. Somehow, closing her out on the other side of the door had seemed so wrong that he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He stepped out into the hall. The dim light from the windows in the living room didn’t reach that far, but he didn’t need to see where he was going.

The door to the guest room was ajar, too. He knew he should just let her sleep. She was exhausted, and lord knew he was too. But he stepped forward, not crossing the threshold or violating her privacy. Just enough to see through the gap to the shape outlined by the moonlight, huddled on the right side of the bed.

He swallowed. He was the one who stayed on his side of the bed, sleeping like a log, she had always teased him. Jane was the one who sprawled across the surface, draped mostly over him, taking up much more of a queen-size mattress than a woman her size should be able to.

The only time she curled up like this, tight in a ball, was when she’d had a nightmare and didn’t want to wake him.

He should go away and let her sleep. She’d been sleeping without him for six months. However she coped now, she didn’t need him to do it.

He forced himself to turn away, but before he could take a step, he heard the catch in her indrawn breath. 

It was the sound she made when she was crying.

He was turning back to her before even giving his feet permission to move. He just needed to make sure she was okay.

He stopped at the side of the bed. “Jane?” he asked, voice still gravely with sleep.

She drew in another breath, and with the tiny motion, moonlight glinted on the silver track of tears on her cheek.

Something crumbled inside of him.

He pulled the covers aside and sat down, reaching across to put his hand on her shoulder. 

She didn’t pull away, just seemed to still at his touch.

Moving slowly enough to give her time to object, he slid into the bed beside her and curled himself around her back, as he’d done before too many times to count.

He waited, breath held, for her to object or push him away, but instead, she moved ever so slightly, pressing her back against his chest.

He said a silent prayer of thankfulness and wrapped both arms firmly around her.

She let out a tiny broken sigh, burrowing closer to him, and he held her as she cried.

And when she finally drifted off to sleep, he pressed his own damp face into her tangled curls and held her tight, finally able to relax for the first time in six months.

This is what a blessing looks like. 


OMG i was not expecting the voice actors for Marik or Pegasus to look like this

I love when anti’s religiously reference the brother quote to shut down Sheith people as if one line against them being romantic is gonna get us to stop loving and appreciating the most well written and complex bond between two characters on the show

honestly i was feeling so shitty i think jesus made the movie Macho just for me

-made in mexico with a mexican cast

-trans(leaning towards nonbinary) character

-bisexual questioning main character who embraces his femininity 

-poly end game

-lots of queer characters hell ya

-main character is a designer and loves to sketch and draw

-normalization of questioning your sexuality and not having to follow strict definitions of your sexuality no matter what it is

-extreme bisexual vibes like damn

-did i mention the poly wedding? 


anonymous asked:

hi! I love your Oliver Queen imagines and was wondering if you could do more?! Maybe where you and Oliver are in a relationship, ( not set in a certain season or anything), and Laurel keeps throwing shade at you but Oliver's there defending you? Anything like that or whatever comes in your mind would be greatly appreciate!! Xx

This is a really interesting idea :) Hope you like it :)

Also because you didn’t specify a season, I’m making it in mid-season two so that Roy, Dig and Sara were on team Arrow and Laurel knew about it, but wasn’t a member.

Also this is inspired by the show Bull, mainly because I had just watched an episode before writing this… seriously though, check out Bull it’s really good. Anyway….


You loved your job. You really did, but sometimes you doubted the constant torment from one person in particular was worth it. You were a defence attorney for a trail science firm and you loved it.

Unlike what most people believed, you only took clients who you genuinely believed were innocent or were being trailed unfairly. That was how you met Oliver Queen. When Laurel refused to represent Oliver back when he was being charged for being the Arrow, he went to your firm and you got assigned to his case.

You believed that was why Laurel always hated you, you defended him when she refused to. As a result, he told you he was the Arrow almost immediately (let’s be real here, you knew from the moment you took his case) while he didn’t actually tell Laurel himself.

You often got called down to the Arrow Cave when they were hunting a suspect and the police had the wrong man, so that you could take the poor man’s case and make sure they didn’t lock him away for a case he didn’t commit.

You honestly loved going down to the Arrow Cave and helping out, also Felicity occasionally needed help with the tech and let’s be real everyone down there was useless with that kind of thing.

That day you had received a call from Diggle telling you to come down so you made your way there, praying that Sara’s sister wasn’t going to be there. She hated anything and everything you did. Especially since you had beaten her on a case last week.

When you arrived, you honestly considered turning around when you saw Laurel but Felicity was already waving you over so you couldn’t just walk out.

“What happened?” you asked as you put your bag down and leaned against one of the tables.

Before you could continue, Oliver and Roy walked in (still wearing their suits). Oliver smiled when he saw you and happily strolled over to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey,” he said before giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey yourself” you replied, not missing the death glare you received from Laurel, “What’s going on?”

He gave you a small smile before nodding to Felicity to let her know she should begin explaining, “Okay so I’m sure you’ve heard about all the stabbings.”

You nodded, “Yeah the police arrested a suspect didn’t they?”

“Yup,” Roy said, “but they got the wrong guy.”

You nodded, “You want me to take his case?”

“We want you to get him to tell you is really behind them,” Diggle as he walked around to join Felicity by the computers, “he may not have done them. But he knows who did.”

You nodded, “Alright, I’ll push to get him to tell me who is actually responsible and see if I can get him a deal at the same time.”

Oliver smiled and wrapped an arm around waist, “You’re amazing.”

You were about to reply, but then you caught Laurel looking like she was going to explode in the corner. Just as she caught your eye, she seemed to have had enough and marched over.

“What makes us think she can even get the information we need?”

Oliver piped in “Because she’s the best and because she’s been able to do it every other time.”

“She is not the best,” Laurel began, “the district attorney’s office could question him and find out everything we need to know. She doesn’t need to be here.”

Oliver was constantly fighting this battle for you, and yes you loved him even more for it but it was about time you finally stood up to her.

“Laurel,” you started, “first of all these murders have been going on for two months now and the DA’s office will want the case over quickly and you questioning him will just make them pin it on him even quicker. Secondly Laurel, you know I am the best defence attorney out there and yeah my methods are sometimes strange but I get the right result in the end. I don’t know what I did to you, but maybe one day you can get your head out of your ass and tell me what it was so we can get over this. But until then I don’t ask you to be nice to me even, but I damn sure expect you to treat me with the respect that you demand I treat you with.”

With that you told Felicity to email you the man’s case files and walked straight out the Arrow Cave.

About three hours later you heard a knock on your door and opened it to find a rather worried Oliver Queen.

“Why weren’t you returning my calls?”

“Sorry,” you responded as you let him in, “I was prepping for a case.”

He nodded as he sat down and pulled you against his chest, “You don’t believe any of that stuff Laurel said right?”

You shook your head.

He chuckled, “By the way Laurel looked so shocked that she just huffed and walked straight out. Sara said all she could get out of her was that she wasn’t interested in talking about it.”

You smiled and leaned back against him, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin your relationship with Laurel.”

“Don’t be, that was ruined ages ago. I’m sorry I didn’t kick her out earlier.”

For a while there was silence before you simply said, “Jacob Sanders.”

“The stabber. His name is Jacob Sanders; Felicity has his address already.”

He chuckled, “How long did it take you?”

“About half an hour.”

“See? Told you I was dating the best lawyer in the city.”


That was horrid, I apologize. Better stuff coming tomorrow though, I promise :)

Feel free to request an imagine or a prompt. I write for the Chicago series all D.C. tv show characters :)