Yes, you read that correctly~ Felicity and Friends.
I recently reblogged a very cute Felicity and Friends gif set, as it brought a smile to my face. I then received a lovely anon message stating “it is people like you that have made Arrow suck.” Well, I’m pretty much a live and let live kind of person so I was going to just ignore it. But then I thought no way, I would watch the HELL out of that! So, let’s take a look at Felicity and Friends!!
We’‘l start with Oliver Queen. Their friendship has always been at the core of their relationship~ romantic or not:
Then there’s John Diggle.
How about Roy Harper?!
And let’s not forget Barry!
Now, let’s add some female power!
So, in conclusion Felicity Smoak is my Precious Badass Cupcake and I would happily tune in for this 24/7!!
Fell Goth has some problems he should probably take care of
So uh, I’m a shy bean and I don’t really write hard nsfw [and I kinda don’t want to post this on my blog] but this is a little nsfwish, and I really just needed to get this out and wanted you to see it so have some Fell Goth/Palette I guess
The original Palette was a fucking crybaby.
After hearing from Fell Goth how the original Goth was most likely half dead in Fell Palette’s basement, he had come to the conclusion that Palette was a fucking crybaby.
He’d burst into tears, pleading with him to do something, like he was the only one who was feeling hurt.
“Your pissy little Goth ruined what my Palette and I had. Why the fuck should I do shit for you?” He’d snapped, teleporting away before Palette could speak again.
But now that he was really thinking about it, Fell Palette and he hadn’t really had much. A fling every so often, drunk sex, Fell Palette’s masochistic tendencies, and the fact that Fell Palette treated him like shit. Those were all the things he’d ‘had’. That they’d ‘had together’.
Looking back on it, it didn’t seem so bad then. But Fell Goth could count the original Goth as a blessing, because now he was away from the poison that was what he used to have, that was Fell Palette.
So if Fell Palette could take Goth, Fell Goth didn’t mind having Palette.
This explained why he had Palette pressed up against a wall, writhing against him.
Palette was crying again, breaths hitching and his voice slipping with little moans and whimpers he didn’t want to make. Fell Goth ignored the tears and latched onto his neck, sucking and biting and forcing Palette to let out those pretty moans that only made him want to continue.
“G-Goth, Goth, please, s-stop!”
Fell Goth stopped. But Palette barely even let out a sigh before Fell Goth was back on him, pulling open his shirt and leaving sharp bites on his ribcage.
“How funny it is to hear you beg… And to beg me of all people, to stop?”
Maybe he was projecting a little. But the sound of Palette’s voice was similar to Fell Palette’s voice, and it was full of tears and laced with terror. And he was absolutely squirming with the thoughts of what exactly he could do to make that voice scream out in pain, in pleasure, to beg him and plead with him to stop.
But he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t stop, because when had Fell Palette ever stopped for him?
This was going to be done his way.
He was going to use this Palette as a toy, the same way his Palette had used him.
No whiny little crybaby was going to stop him.
fanfic by Fae
WHY CUPCAKE IS SUCH A MEANIE TO THAT PRECIOUS BBY HOW COULD HE