From EW Superhero Insider, a hint about next year’s crossover…

Marc Guggenheim: “Very early on in the process of doing last year’s crossover, Greg said that there’s probably no way to get bigger than aliens. So the way to make next year’s crossover especially epic is, if you can’t increase the bombast, increase the emotional stake and payoff. So that’s a very oblique comment on where our heads are at.”

  • God: you can have one wish that'll come true
  • Normal person: world peace please
  • Normal person: cure cancer please
  • Normal person: make everybody live a long happy life please
  • Person who belongs to a fandom: JUST MAKE MY OTP CANON FFS!!!

I just finished Arrow (all 5 seasons in 2 months) and the next season doesnt come out for another 3 months-ish and now i dont know what to do with my life but really a huge shout-out to @callistawolf who has basically held my hand the entire tine so even though she was the one who got me into this mess, she is absolutely amazing for being with me as I died over and over and she deserves all the love right now

On Earth 4, Felicity is a metahuman and supervillain who rules the world after using her powers to unleash global devastation. On the downside, Felicity enjoyed the concept of playing God. On the bright side, the survivors under her regime get neat jumpsuits and use the name Overwatch in her quest for world domination so at least she still has a concept of brand recognition.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can u maybe write Felicity getting pregnant after the bunker sex and having a scare? Maybe a few spots mauve some cramps and having to tell Oliver that she's pregnant?

Felicity came out of the bathroom in the bunker, biting her tongue, her thoughts far away as she felt a knot forming in her stomach. She watched her feet as she opened the door to get back to her work. Curtis’ presence on the other side of the door had her jumping with a little yelp, her hand flying away from her face.

She closed her eyes once it registered in her mind that it was just him. “Curtis.” She said, her voice a warning, “I swear to god if you don’t back the hell away me, I will hurt you.”

“When are you going to tell him?” Curtis asked, his voice emotionless, judgmental, as he pushed off from the wall he’d been leaning on to follow her into the main room.

She sighed, “I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again…it’s none of your business.” She turned around to stare him down, trying to make her words stick this time, since they apparently hadn’t the four times before. “Now back the hell off.”

Curtis raised his hands in surrender. “You can’t hide it forever, Felicity. He deserves to know.” And then he walked away, back over to the mats where he had been working out before she darted past him, making a bee-line for the bathroom. Felicity ground her teeth together in irritation.

She sat back down at her computer, doing more research on Rene Ramirez, or as she’d been calling him in her head, Wild Dog.

Curtis’ words kept ringing in her ears, distracting her and making her already knotted stomach twist even more.

And he kept looking at her.

She huffed, “Curtis,” she snapped finally, her sharp tone ringing through the room, “Leave it alone.

 “I can’t, Felicity…what you’re doing…” He trailed off, shaking his head. Felicity felt anger boiling her blood. Curtis wasn’t even supposed to know, he’d put it together, before she was even ready to admit to herself that is was happening. She’d leaned on him the night she was forced to accept the reality, and he’d been pushing her to tell Oliver ever since. Which was four weeks ago. She knew she’d let it slide for way too long, but telling him, saying it out loud…it would change everything.

She knew that it was unavoidable, that it would eventually be obvious…and she swore she could see a small bump already. Felicity felt bile creeping up her chest again, and she closed her eyes. “Save your judgment Curtis. You’re out of line.”

 “Maybe I’m overstepping. A lot. But I’m still right. He deserves to know and you’re being selfish by not telling him.”

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