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ATLA 30 DAY CHALLENGE: DAY 8Favorite Quotes

“Life happens whether you make it or not.”

Uncle Iroh

“The true mind can weather all the lies and illusions without being lost. The true heart can touch the poison of hatred without being harmed. Since beginningless time, darkness thrives in the void, but always yields to purifying light.“

Lion Turtle

“Love is brightest in the dark.”

Oma & Shu

“You think you’re any different from me, or your friends, or this tree? If you listen hard enough, you can hear every living thing breathing together. You can feel everything growing. We’re all living together, even if most folks don’t act like it. We all have the same roots, and we are all branches of the same tree.”

Huu

“Pride is not the opposite of shame, but its source. True humility is the only antidote to shame.”

Uncle Iroh

“The greatest illusion of this world is the illusion of separation. Things you think are separate and different are actually one and the same. We are all one people, but we live as if divided.”

Guru Pathik
Rebuilt: Arrow 5x22 Review (Missing)

“Missing” was amazing! Emotional and action packed with zinging dialogue. 

Originally posted by pewslight

What struck me most was how full circle it was. “Missing” sets up the heroes versus villains battle that will come to fruition in the finale, but it also kicks off the basic question Oliver must ask: What makes a hero? What makes a villain? Those concepts are not always rigid. In fact, the very essence of hero and villain is fluid.

Oh… and did I mention there’s an Olicity reunion scene?

Let’s dig in…

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so i’ve been making monthly fic recs for a full year now! that’s so insane to think about honestly. thanks for all the support! my first monthly fic rec was for april 2016 and it had 10 fics on it. now they have upwards of almost 30 fics. that’s character development. anyway…

here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of march. I recommend that you read these great fics in april, if you haven’t already. 

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)


1. Perfect Storm (80k)*

What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.

Harry and Louis choose the latter.

2. The Night Sky is Changing Overhead (124k)**

Harry is a tattoo artist, Louis is a drama professor, and they meet during an argument at a café.

3. All I Wish Not to Remember (71k)**

What happens when all you had, all you loved, all you held dear is viciously ripped away from you? When your inner core, once filled with love and hope and light, blackens to raw, dark hatred?

What happens when your soul is hopelessly consumed and no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you attempt to shake yourself out, to rid your tormented mind of the opaque feelings that plague you, all you can see, all you can feel, all you can want is…

Revenge.

A modern adaption of The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. A tragic tale of timeless undying love, merciless revenge, and selfless sacrifice.

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Godmother's favor (there's only one)

Something I wrote, because I adore EU, fairy godmothers and use of kindness as dangerous force. Hope it is good.

Library of Elsewhere University is strange place, even by their standards.

Even “mundane” libraries hold magic. How could they not? Ink and transmuted corpses of trees  and ideas and unslept nights and hopes in material form, walls upon walls of books. There is power there. And here, where Veil that keeps madness and beauty at bay is thin, where Gentry hold domain, where alien and Other magic that cares not for our rules  (sometimes not so) subtly creeps in, where liminal spaces are so common, strange things are bound to happen.

It is known, by some students of forbidden major and in-between staff, by Good Neighbors and crows, by desperate students and  world itself, that there is old woman who dwells in heart of library (it isn’t only place where she dwells. Churches, graveyards, other chools and markets- where there are stories and crying people she waits), in cave of children’s tales shaped like attic, fireplace filled with ashes and burning with dreams, waterfall of tears her cloak. She may look like your ideal grandma or have colours and angles that don’t exist but you will trust her.

When you are at your most desperate, when you are lost, without any hope, if you wander library at twilight, if you are abused, you will find her.

You will find her, broken as you are. She will accept you and she will mend you.

You will be drawn in, by honest kindness that shines within her, by lack of judgement in her deep, deep eyes, by comfort her hands caressing your hair ( if you don’t mind it, she asks first), by experience in her voice (older than time), by joy your head upon her lap brings. 

By wand of silver bone, plain and straight, held tightly in her hand.

She will speak, and she will be perfect. All that ails you, all words and tones that make you flinch will be gone ( pretty trap to lure in prey some would say). You will cry and scream and be honest and bare your soul and she will assure you and dispense advices.

And she will help. Maybe she will tell you to take particular path and you will meet friend that will free you of stress and fear and disappointment. Maybe she hands you number of hotline that will deal with your parents and courage to call it. Maybe she will mend your bones,muscles,organs, cells, and your trainer’s abuse will be exposed. Maybe she will conjure car and money ( true things, no glamour, and you don’t think about fact that she can call forth steel and fire, that she doesn’t flinch from iron and salt) that will bring you to your new job and ligjt future.

There are rules. Never speak of her. Never try to find her again. Never intentionally seek her out. Never wander through library at midnight. And never, never sneer at fairy tales. You will be wicked and selfish and inconsiderate. If you are lucky, only chill and needles in your bones will follow you forever. If not you will be gone forever.

Gentry don’t speak about her. They know, but they don’t talk.

Humans lie about hidden beauty and prince savior and pretty dresses, but Fair Folk know about girl. Ugly, would be plain if her stepmother had been kinder. Stumped and scrawny, visible bone and bruised skin, scarred and bloodied muscles and burned flesh, broken nails and ruined teeth. Infected wounds and bones not properly healed, ash and rags, frost and manure all over her, and scars on her mind (fear and despair and hunger for love, perfectionism and reasonless guilt and self-hatred) much worse. But her will was strong and her kindness so great that world itself cherished her, wind and trees moving aside, and even cats themselves bowed to her. So great, that she could wrap it like rope around people’s bodies.

Some say that her blood wasn’t just red and salty, but Fair and Good too. That her eyes were too big or too small, her shadow too light or too dark. That her teeth were sharp and nails long, her ears strangely shaped. That her kindness was her magic, that she took beauty and madness that were her birthright, took brilliance and potential for impossible and nestled them in her heart, let her soul drink and bask and become one with magic till she was so kind that it hurt humans to look at her and Gentry didn’t believe that she had their blood.

She was kindest of all humans, say those who saw that interesting race be born. There will never be another capable of holding a candle to her, say those who will outlive humanity. Something like that couldn’t not be noticed.

In depths of Faerie, a wild, free thing dwelled, older than time and greater than cosmos, capable of observing threads of fate it predated. It is said to have given humans speech and writing, word and letter, and it cares only for one thing-stories. It seeks out bravest and smartest, cruelest and strongest, and either nurtures or steals potential for legend. Girl was finished, for she was greatest prize, the kindest of kindest, so Gentry near her home thought.

Thing sent a tiny piece of itself in world. A scale of dragon, drop of ocean, spark of star. It came, and thought girl’s home was beyond river and filled with dust and cold iron, she dreamed of deep, dark water and eldritch voices, and since that day Sun always seemed small and weak to her.

But she spoke to the creature, her eyes shut to escape strange visage, spoke and asked it how it was doing. Spoke, and with each word she bound creature, whole of it, not just aspect.

And when she was queen and dying and invisible fingers grasped her palm, she asked one final wish from her godmother.

“Protect them. Those who are alone and chained. Protect and guide and aid them as you aided me.” And she died.

So if there was fey willing to talk about old woman in library, it would tell you three things.

Never try to look beyond glamour, for piece is just as terrifying as whole.

Remember that it is soulles and merciless as all of them, that it is bound by bargain and if you try to cheat it’s rules, you will beg for death.

Remember that often, kind word is thousand times stronger and more dangerous, painful and harsher than cruel act ( and godmother contains reflection of greatest kindness, that of cinder girl, who endured and forgave).

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“nobody will love you until you love yourself.”

that seemed true to me for a very long time; i hated myself, and so did everyone else, i believed. i was in a black pit. even the people who called me a friend were secretly hiding hatred, i knew it. after all, inside of me was a deepening maw, a chasm no love could cross.

i ruined everything i touched. the first person who loved me was terrified of the black hiding behind my eyes. she said once it was like two spirits lived in my body: the bright she loved and a terrible powerful darkness she didn’t know the name of.

she didn’t love me, right? she was only in love with the light. i was a good trickster, a talented liar; conned people into being my friend even when i danced the edge of death.

nobody will love you.

here is a story told to me: one sad boy finds a dog on the side of the road, takes him to the vet. doesn’t have the money for it, but he helps the dog and the dog’s three legs. this kid goes into debt for a dog. because the dog needed help and there was nobody else around to offer it.

here is a story told to me: a girl in the library finds that little kids love hearing her voice tell stories. she wears long sleeves to her thursday fairytale meetings, and they call her a princess. at school she hunches her shoulders and keeps her head down. here, she sits tall and makes faces and brings the house down.

here is a story told to me: a teen is sleeping on the couch of their best friend ever since the word “trans” came up in an argument. they don’t know how to pay back the kindness so every morning they make coffee and when they finally get together five dollars in change they spend it to make a cake for the family.

nobody will love you; you’re useless like this; you’re a big aching mess. nobody ever loves a burden, nobody could love this.

here is the end of the story: they are a rage of bitter nights and ready to step over a ledge even though they fear the flying. this is when a friend comes in with nothing but a blanket, a box, and a half-eaten bag of cheetos. inside the box lies a supply of hormones. when a very small friend who just wants to make a difference shows it’s possible to have your cake and eat it too. 

here is the end of the story: the girl is devoured by thin. she lies in a hospital bed and pictures only blankness. this is when a card shows up, hand drawn with sixteen crayon signatures all saying “i love you” in terrible spelling. when a group of very small children who owe her magic give her it back.

here is the end of the story: the boy is sitting in bed weeping, hand on a razor, thinking about the ending, when a dog nuzzles open his door and starts whining. when a very small wounded dog with three legs and everything to owe and only love comes into the picture.

we find our way to love only by the paths that others have woven for us. we light a candle with another person’s gentle flame. we guide ourselves out of the holes through the ropes of other people. we learn to love ourselves because other people do.

here is the better part: the stories are of survival, and they are all true.

here is the best part: one day these stories will be about you.

anonymous asked:

You wanna know what the dumbest creature on this planet is? Moths. Let me tell you how dumb those idiots are. They are nocturnal, meaning they only come out at night but when they do they are attracted to light. Let that sink in. They come out in the dark... and the obsess over light. You morons, haven't you heard of this thing called the sun? God I hate those stupid motherfuckers.

Hahaha I love your hatred for moths ❤😂😂😂

anonymous asked:

I've been struggling a lot recently due to people's ignorance when it comes to politics, social justice, and just everything in general and it pisses me off so much and just makes me hate the world so much, I really don't know how I'm supposed to be reacting because it's really pissing me off and I hate bigots soooooooo much. I don't know what to do please help

My friend, the only advice I can give you is to make peace with it. There will always be ignorant people out there, everyone has their own personal beliefs and you can’t tell people they are wrong. What is true for you may not be true for someone else. And from a bigger picture perspective, not everyone is here to awaken, so to speak. Our Souls chose to come to this physical reality for a reason, and that reason is duality. Now what does duality mean to you? To me it means there is light & dark, yin & yang, love & hatred, fear & acceptance, beauty and ugliness, life and death. You see, good and bad are human constructs. In Nature there is only balance, which in of itself is another form of yin and yang. When our Souls chose to incarnate here, it does so with the knowledge and desire of karmic lessons. Knowing that for the Soul to grow and become one with source again, it needs to experience this world, in all it’s beauty, and all it’s ugliness. For it’s not the painful experience’s or hardships one might face, it’s how you react to them that matters most. 
Now in your case lets say, you see all these ignorant people everywhere. Bigots that are overcome with fear and ruled by ego. Creating pain and ugliness in the world. It’s easy to become overcome with hate for them, but wait, isn’t that what they are doing? You have a choice, you can chose be the Yin to their Yang, you can chose love. You can chose to be understanding, you can chose to have compassion for them as well, it doesn’t matter that you may think they are not deserving. What matters is that you make the choice of love over hate. You can elevate your own vibration, the vibration of the world, and the vibration of those you speak of, as they are some of the most in need of love in our world.
These are just my thoughts, take them or leave them, but I hope something I said will give you a little peace. 

“Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
It is in dying to self that we are born to eternal life.”
St. Francis

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Today marks holocaust remembrance day. Today we remember the innocent souls that died because of their religion, their sexuality, their race, their   disability and because they were different. 11 millions souls perished in    this genocide (6 million of them were Jews). Let this be a reminder of   the outcome of where hatred and  ignorance can lead. Let us learn from     history and bring light instead of darkness into this world.

Most importantly, let it serve as a reminder that If humanity has the power to destroy 11 million lives, it also has the power to save 11 million lives; the power to turn ashes into trees.
in the midst of all this darkness
you shine like a candle 
not too bright
not too noticeable 
but a comfort
to those who know you are there
 
this world is dark
and the night descends evermore
drenching us all in its shadow
but there you stand
refusing to burn out
and succumb to our miserable state
  
this world is hopeless
a desolate place
so cold and full of hurt
but there you are
a fire for warmth
a flicker of good in the middle of hate
 
this world is worthless
full of hatred and spite
with people who scorn the good
and praise the evil
but there you sit
offering kindness to all
and light to anyone in need
 
this world is not worth saving
but maybe you are
—  this little light of yours//e.g.
My heart is clouded
With hate and anger
After all the pain I have had to endure.
I once had a glowing red heart,
But now, it’s as dark as a raven.
Can light truly vanquish
This much darkness?
Can love reverse this
Endless hatred?
I know there is still
Some good left in me
But day by day it’s subjugated
By this hate.
I rather die then turn into
Something that
Is no longer recognisable
To mankind, to me.
Hate is a constant anger
That clouds our judgement
And if it takes over my heart…
Would anybody ever love me?
—  Fears can kill #9 // S.T.
The Force Bond will bring balance to the Force.

END OF THE JEDI.

It doesn’t work for just light vs. dark. There needs to be a middle ground. Jedi’s wholeheartedly believe that by using the Forced, They’re emerged within the light not thinking any dark thoughts. But within everyone, there’s both good and at times, evil in a way. We’re all sinners. Anakin was definitely an example of someone within the middle trying to find a balance. The Jedi Order were always on his case about shutting out fears, love, and hatred. So of course he was persuaded by the Dark Side… but of course in doing so, he had to take many lives, which resulted not in a balance of dabbling in the dark, but completely drowning within it.

Luke restored a lot of that as he and many others fought the Empire. But in his mind, it was still light vs. dark side. And look what happened… it failed… again.

Now here we are again. History is once again at the pinnacle… the turning point. That’s why I think Luke disappeared for so long. He realized that it’s not one or the other. There has to be a medium; a balance. As he was gone he read the Jedi Order even more and that’s why he tells Rey, that it’s time for the Jedi to “end.” Because he’s finally ready to make that change and he will be the LAST OF THE JEDI. Rey, she will be a new beginning; of the GREY “JEDI.”

It’s what makes sense. You look at Kylo Ren, and he’s constantly battling light vs. dark. That was his motto: “I feel the pull to the light.” Snoke was all about turning away from the compassion. Kylo believed in killing his father, he would completely be a dark sider. But as we all saw, that’s not what happens at all. He’s weakened not only from his injury from Chewy, but within him. Killing Han, made him so vulnerable and not stronger within the dark side at all. I think we’ll really continue to see this battle in him. What he doesn’t realize is that it doesn’t need to be one or the other, and soon enough I think he’ll join in becoming a GREY/balanced Force user.

We saw a glimpse of Rey dabbling within the dark side as she was battling Kylo in that final light saber scene. I do believe she connected with him using the Force to dive deeper in their Force Bond… and that’s why we really saw similarities to the way she fought to Anakin. She was connecting with a Skywalker (Kylo). But their battle just reminds me so much of Kenobi/Skywalker battle (episode 3). I think together they’ll help restore the balance. She has so much light and he has so much dark; together, they’ll find the balance of the Force. A bit of both.

Ibn Al-Qayyim reported: Ibn Abbas, may Allah be pleased with him, said, “Verily, good deeds bring brightness upon the face, a light in the heart, an expanse of provision, strength in the body, and love in the hearts of the creation. And evil deeds bring blackness upon the face, darkness in the grave and in the heart, weakness in the body, a restriction of provision, and hatred in the hearts of the creation.”

Source: al-Jawāb al-Kāfī 1/54

عن ابن القيم قَالَ عَبْدُ اللَّهِ بْنُ عَبَّاسٍ رضي الله عنه إِنَّ لِلْحَسَنَةِ ضِيَاءً فِي الْوَجْهِ وَنُورًا فِي الْقَلْبِ وَسَعَةً فِي الرِّزْقِ وَقُوَّةً فِي الْبَدَنِ وَمَحَبَّةً فِي قُلُوبِ الْخَلْقِ وَإِنَّلِلسَّيِّئَةِ سَوَادًا فِي الْوَجْهِ وَظُلْمَةً فِي الْقَبْرِ وَالْقَلْبِ وَوَهْنًا فِي الْبَدَنِ وَنَقْصًا فِي الرِّزْقِ وَبُغْضَةً فِي قُلُوبِ الْخَلْقِ

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dignifiedrice  asked:

Finn and Rey, number 4! And I ask, as a special favor to me, that you make it as sweet as a wildehack can. ;D

The hope of the entire galaxy rests on Snoke’s belief that Rey has turned to the Dark. Ren is already suspicious, and she can’t risk her cover for anything. If she ruins it now, that will mean all the terrible things she’s done have been for nothing. 

So when General Hux informs them that he has captured the traitor FN-2187, and has scheduled him for public termination at the beginning of the next cycle, Rey keeps her face impassive, channels the flood of helpless rage she feels into the ocean of her Darkness. Ren will feel the spike of hatred, but he won’t know what it is for. She is strict with herself, and does her best to keep out despair. Despair, unlike anger, can kill anchor her to the Dark, with no way of traveling back to the light. 

But she has seen so many things, and unless the Rebellion is planning a last-minute rescue, she will have to see the look on Finn’s face when they murder him. Finn, the first person who’d ever loved her. She can’t bear it. She can’t. 

“I want to see him,” she says coldly, and Ren comes alert at her side, his malignant presence reaching out for her. She shoves him away with a pulse of irritation, which should serve. 

“Tempted, my apprentice?” he asks, dark eyes glittering. 

“Why, Master,” she says, keeping her own gaze dead and flat, “I’m saddened by your lack of trust.” 

“You will see him,” Ren decides, turning back to Hux. “I shall accompany her.” 

Rey shrugs, as though it makes no difference to her. She follows the black billow of Ren’s cape through the halls of the ship, down to the detention level. “Leave us,” she directs the troopers standing guard, and follows Ren into Finn’s cell. 

Finn is still cuffed, his mouth bloodied and one eye blacked, but he’s on his feet and blazing with rage when the door slides open. 

Rey doesn’t look at him. She strides smoothly into the room, raising both her hands, and takes Kylo Ren’s head in her hands. She uses every inch of the Darkness she’s amassed over the last few months, and shoves. He collapses to the floor, unconscious. 

“Rey,” Finn breathes, half-shocked and half-devoted. She’s briefly ashamed that he’s seen her like this, and then it doesn’t matter because she has him in her arms, clutching him as tight as she can. He can’t hug her back with his hands in binders, but he buries his head in her shoulder, says her name over and over again. 

“I had to see you,” she says, and finds herself humiliatingly near tears. “Tell me there’s a rescue. Please.” 

“There’s a rescue,” Finn says immediately, and tries to smile at her. He can’t quite manage it, and she knows he’s lying. His face blurs before her, her eyes going hot. “Poe’s coming after me. There’s a plan.” 

“Finn,” she says, the tears spilling over. There’s enough despair in that one word to jeopardize everything she’s worked for, and that’s not something Finn knows–that’s not something Finn can know–but he saves her anyway. He kisses her, sweet and soft. 

She sobs against his mouth, cradles his head in her hands, pulls him close as she can until they need to breathe. “Finn, I can’t,” she finds herself saying without meaning to, a desperate chant against his jaw. “I can’t, I can’t.” 

Finn kisses her temple, her eyebrow, the side of her nose. “You can,” he says quietly. “I trust you,” he adds, and she knows he means I love you, knows also that he means I trust you to do what is right

Love was never supposed to hurt this much

Plot - Loving him was never easy, but no one said it was going to be. Love could conquer anything. Right?

Words - 5,400

Pairing - Bucky X Reader

Warnings - ANGST! Major character death. The smallest amount of fluff in the world.

A/N - I have already posted this once before so if you think you’ve read it then you probably have. I deleted my secondary blog with the same name so I could change it to my primary. Anyway, I’m sorry for making you all suffer again. The angst is real.

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

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Love. It had always been a foreign concept to you, but god the moment you laid eyes on him you knew – you damn well knew he was the one.

Even from birth you never knew the meaning of love. Your parents? The people who are supposed to love you unconditionally, it seemed they didn’t understand the meaning of it either – or maybe it was because your dad left so long ago, and it spiralled your mother into depression, pushing her towards alcohol. Then years later, when your mind was ridden with self-hatred, and depression sank its claws into your flesh, he came along.

The moment your eyes fell on him the breath was stolen from your lungs, yet you felt like you could breathe all-over again. Everything about him was beautiful – from the way his brunette hair fell into his eyes – and on the topic of his eyes, oh they were the most beautiful things you had ever seen in your life. They were bright blue, like the sky on a summers night – yet they were so dark and steely that you found yourself drowning in their depths, they were breath-taking on a whole other level. Then there was the way that his expanse of muscle rippled underneath his clothes and a smile which lit up your entire world and gave you the light you needed to guide you from the tunnel of self-hatred. He was perfect in every way possible.

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A Thing About Trust

Felicity told Oliver at the end of 519 that he doesn’t trust her. Then right after, there was an explosion. What is it with key, emotional scenes and explosions on this show?

Trust is going to be a big one on 520. And I think that Felicity was both right and wrong about Oliver trusting her.

It’s ironic to me that at the beginning of their relationship, Oliver and Felicity built it on trust, despite Oliver lying to her every time he paid her a visit. Felicity told him that even though his lies were ridiculous, she still felt she could trust him bringing Walter’s list to his attention. And Oliver trusted her enough to crawl into the back of her car bleeding and hunted by the police.

When Oliver brought her into the fold, he trusted her with his biggest secret. Once in, Felicity knew that his world was violent ant that he had to kill to survive in it. But she was able to get the kind of results the ‘real law’ couldn’t. Felicity felt she had a better chance of finding Walter by trusting Oliver.

All of their earlier interaction was based on mutual respect for one another’s abilities. Yes, Felicity told Oliver in 502 that she was in awe of his passion and desire to make a difference. But Oliver was in awe too—of her almost magical ability to fight crime through a computer, her own dedication and spirit to fight for those not strong enough to protect themselves. It was a vital ingredient in Oliver’s crusade.

But really, it was her humanity and empathy that won Oliver’s heart. These were traits Oliver was missing when he came back from the island. Felicity was a bright light and Oliver was a moth attracted to it. He came to rely on it. He reached for and found that love and trust were his strongest weapons.

Where Oliver had the most difficulty trusting was in matters of the heart. The problem was he didn’t believe he was worthy of Felicity’s love. He didn’t believe or have the trust in himself. His heart was still filled with darkness and pain. He wasn’t willing to let Felicity in and risk hurting her. It was the monster Oliver didn’t trust.

He still doesn’t. Oliver knows the kind of violence that shaped him into the monster and what he is capable of. He knows the reason he is still alive is because he hurt (and killed) others. Felicity showed him survival is also predicated on trust, to believe there are people who love him and want to help.

This could have been the last barrier between them. Time heals wounds, and both Oliver and Felicity were wounded, physically and emotionally, after what happened in Season 3. (This is the season for me when things really took off for them romantically.) Oliver reverted back to distancing himself from those he cared about, to keep them out of harm’s way. He betrayed John and lost his trust. He kept Felicity (or tried to) out of his heart and safe on the sidelines. He was willing to give up his life and his soul to ensure this. Again, it was Felicity who pointed out to Oliver he was more important to those who loved him alive instead of dead. Oliver trusted her words; killed Ra’s and was ready to believe that he had vanquished the monster by riding off into the sunset. Love and trust was the fuel that kept them going. In 4A, we saw glimpses of what ‘going all in’ would look like.

Eventually, the honeymoon slowly started to end and Oliver and Felicity settled into the daily realities of being in a long term commitment. They had disagreements and frustrations and arguments. They had doubts and insecurities and even anger. They began to question themselves over the complications their vigilante lives threw at them once they left their Ivy Town bubble. Did they make the right choice? Was Ivy Town as good as it gets for them? Felicity got scared in 406 and told Oliver she lost herself in him. And Oliver, he really hit the skids in 408. He was willing to lie in order to protect his sins. Twice!

So, all the current issues between them can pretty much be laid at the feet of the BMD storyline. It propelled them into ambiguity, (and whatever happened between them in the Bunker with the sex and probably Oliver’s continuing mistrust.) It created the distance.

Did they build a strong enough foundation at the beginning? Perhaps not. If they had, maybe the whole BMD scenario would not have been all or nothing. Oliver hasn’t dealt with his monster. He continues to let it create havoc and hurt those he loves. And Felicity doesn’t really fully understand how deep it goes. She hasn’t heard the whole story yet. She is still on the outside trying to look in.

“You don’t trust me.”

No Felicity, he does trust you. With his heart and his love and his life. It’s Oliver Queen and his monster he doesn’t trust. It’s all the damage he is capable of when he lets people in. It’s their love and trust and believe in him that the monster feeds on. Oliver is just a vessel the beast lives in.

Oliver needs to let Felicity into this part of him. He needs to show her his self-hatred. He needs to tell her that he would rather go through torture and death than ever hurt her again. And Felicity needs to listen. If Oliver really means so much to her, if she loves him with everything in her, if she truly believes he is a good person with a good heart—she needs to trust him with her heart again.

I think 520 is going to be all of this. Their relationship, and what they go through in the light and the dark, is what makes them who they are. Oliver is going to tell Felicity about the monster. He’s going to tell her why he lied to her. He’s going to tell her he was and still is afraid. He’s going to tell her he still loves her. He’s going to show her that he will always be there to help her. He is going to tell and show her that he trusts her. And Felicity will believe him.

Think about it, my fellow fans. If none, not one of these things happens, then five years of storytelling was all a lie. If Oliver and Felicity are not at least touching each other on a regular basis for the remainder of the season, then Olicity was over before the season ever started. If 520 ends up being just damage control to appease the fanbase, how will we ever trust this show again?

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