it would be great if you guys could spread her store around tumblr


In my EpileptiCon 2017 announcement post (link), I mentioned that I would provide some incentive to participate in the festivities. Well, here it is:

 This is an Epilepsy Care Package! It is designed to help you recover from seizure activity. Before I get to the contest rules, let’s talk about what’s inside.

A fuzzy sherpa throw blanket.  This is a 60" x 80" sherpa throw blanket made by Bedsure. It has a five-star rating on Amazon and one of the reviews suggested that a unicorn may have pooped it out, it is that nice. This blanket will cover your snuggle-up needs following a random neuron dance party.

A heating pad. A standard 12" x 24" electric heating pad. It is not luxurious like the blanket, but it is a workhorse, and it will provide you with the heat you need to soothe your aches and pains.

A stuffed animal. You may be thinking, “I am an adult. I pay bills and watch R-rated films and have no need of stuffed toys.” Well, maybe that’s true, but sometimes you need something to hang onto, and I think this toy sloth will do the job.  It has a firmly-stuffed body and head with floppy arms and legs. It does not have claws like a real sloth. That would not be cuddly. It will provide you, the person with epilepsy, with some small comfort in your hour of need.

Fuzzy socks. Personally I feel that comfort clothing is vital when recovering from seizures. I assume you have that covered already, but I doubt you have fuzzy socks. These are pretty rad. The leopard print will probably not help you recover from seizures in any tangible way, but who knows? Perhaps the absurdity will cheer you up.

A sleeping mask. @thetwitchylife suggested this to me. Sleeping off a seizure is usually the straightest avenue to recovery, but it’s not always dark and quiet when you need it to be. This mask has a four-star rating over 9700 reviews on Amazon and comes with earplugs, so I feel pretty good about it.

Leaf water packets. Do you like tea? I don’t. But @captainfantasticspastic insists that this Traditional Medicine brand “Nighty Night” caffeine-free tea is a great help to her when recovering from seizures. And I took her word for it.

Protein bars. Gluten-free and four in number. Two are peanut butter, and two are chocolate. I had to go into the hippie store for these. I had never been in the hippie store before; I normally buy highly-processed and probably-mostly-sawdust food from large retailers. So I was a little lost amongst all the organic soy products and whatnot in the hippie store. But a nice guy named Bryce helped me out and directed me to these protein bars, which will help restore your strength following a seizure. Bryce told me that his mom has epilepsy, and he was pretty stoked on the idea of an epilepsy care package, so I trust his professional judgement concerning gluten-free protein bars.

A pillbox fob. Pictured atop the sleeping mask box. I use one of these to carry around my emergency anticonvulsants with me wherever I go. This one is water-resistant with a rubber seal. You can unscrew it, drop your pill(s) in there with a little padding (I use a little tissue), and you go. Carrying some spare meds around with you in a small, discrete container will reduce the chances that you wind up somewhere without your pills when you need them. There is an x-factor here: just knowing that they are always on hand is reassuring in times of trouble.

A small notepad. I honestly did not intend to include a notepad in an epilepsy care package, but for some reason it came with the fob, so I’m passing it on to you. It has a picture of Totoro on it. I don’t know why that is, either. I guess you could write a note that says “DON’T CALL AN AMBULANCE YOU FUCKSTICK” and tape it to your forehead if circumstances that call for such an action should arise, but that’s up to you.

Toys. I am including two “mystery bags” that I found in the toy aisle at the pharmacy. You may not be a fan of Mario or Lego Batman, but opening up a surprise gift is one of life’s little joys. Save these for those bleak moments when you regain consciousness after a tonic-clonic or stumble home after a day of clusters.


Let me be perfectly clear about something: this giveaway is not about getting notes or increasing my follower count. Reblogging/liking this post or following me are entirely unnecessary, and won’t do anything to help you win this staggering bounty of tools for seizure recovery. But If you have friends on Tumblr who have epilepsy, do give them a shout for me.

I have one objective here, and that is to increase the epilepsy community’s participation in EpileptiCon 2017. That being said, I am treating my giveaway like a raffle. Here’s what to do:

1. Have epilepsy. This contest is exclusively for people who have epilepsy.

The able-bodied are not qualified. However, we’re on the honor system here, because I will not for one second ask for proof of a diagnosis because that would be creepy and intrusive no matter the circumstances.

Understand this: I sold hours of my life to an employer who seems hellbent on owning every spoon I have to give to be able to buy this stuff, because I desperately want to give people who have epilepsy something just for them to be excited about. I want us to be able to have fun together for just ONE week. So if you do not have epilepsy, sit this one out.

2. Make posts here on Tumblr that pertain to epilepsy.

Tell stories, draw comics, lash out in a furious burst of rage, write a poem, shitpost every ridiculous epilepsy-related idea that pops into your head. If you need ideas for what to do, I will be providing suggestions daily.

3. Tag your posts with #epilepticon.

I will also watch #epilepticon2017, and the other epilepsy-related tags. You can also tag my url. If you don’t want to have it on your blog, for one reason or another, submit your post to myself or @thetwitchylife, who cofounded EpileptiCon with me. The bottom line is that I need to see it one way or another!

4. MOST IMPORTANTLY: Tag your post with a number between 1 and 1000.

You can make as many posts as you like with a different number on each one.

I have already decided on a winning number. Whoever guesses closest to the number will win. In the event of a tie, the win will go to whoever guessed first. Every epilepsy post you make will increase your chances of winning.

EpileptiCon 2017 begins on November 1st, and runs for a week.  At the conclusion of EpileptiCon on Wednesday, November 8th, I will identify the winner. Bear in mind that winning the EpileptiCon 2017 Giveaway does mean that you will have to provide me, an Internet stranger, with a mailing address. If you’re not comfortable with that, I hope you will participate anyway, just for fun.

I hope to see at least a modest amount of participation, because as you might have noticed, all this stuff is purple, as that is the official color of epilepsy awareness. But guess what? I fucking HATE purple. I am not keeping this stuff for myself. So take it off my hands, won’t you?

All boxed up and ready to go!

Tagging the other epilepsy blogs to spread the word:

@thetwitchylife @captainfantasticspastic @epilepsysupport @the-seizure-blog

Colourless [ pt.4 ]

who?: Wanna One’s Park Woojin 

genre: 🌺🌸 

type: scenario, short series 

word count: 1.6K

part one | part two | part three
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• soulmate! AU
• you live in a colourless world and you will until you meet your soulmate, they’re supposed to brighten up your life
• one day, you can finally see in colour but….he can’t

I never thought that Colourless was going to be such a popular series. Some of you guys messaged us to update it 😂 Y'all cute, I see you so…here we go. The fourth instalment of Colourless. Tumblr messed up my original format above, if you’re wondering.

- Admin L 

Latte or vanilla bean frappe? Chocolate or strawberry smoothie? 

You wanted to cry, standing in the line for a taste of On Cloud Nine’s - the best and only sugar filled cafe on campus -wonderful treats.

It had become a tradition of some sort, every week, one of the clique members would do the snack run. This - particularly hectic - week, to get things off your mind, you volunteered. At least this would take your thoughts off certain matters for a short yet refreshing time. 

The crushed piece of paper had messy scribbles of your friends’ orders, crumpled because of your nerves and the dilemma you were facing. 

Coffee or smoothie? That’s the first question I should be asking myself.

You were tempted to rip out a good chunk of your hair in frustration. Both drinks were equally delicious, just thinking about them was enough to make your mouth water. Both were your fixed picks, but maybe it was time to try something new.

Coffee, smoothie, or should I get an iced tea?

You wrinkled your nose at the thought of ice.

What a great idea, a crushed ice drink in this miserably wet and cold weather.

Worry began to build up when you snaked up the queue and finally, there was only one girl ahead of you. Your mind still had not been made up. The pastel walls and soft, neon sign decor did nothing to calm your nerves. From one corner, the pink flamingo statue seemed to be judging you.

“Hi! Welcome to On Cloud Nine, how can I help-“

“I’ll have one of whatever she’s having,” you blurted out without thinking. “And, um, one butterfly pea tea uh, warmed…, a banana and almond muffin and one…Thai milk tea with…seventy-five percent sugar, no ice, e-exactly two teaspoons of milk…and one cinnamon stick?”

Your face turned bright red after reading out that ridiculous order in public. Whatever concoction you ordered was really questionable, you were mentally re-evaluating your choice of friends. In that moment, you wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow you up.

Surprisingly, the barista had complied and added precisely one whole stick of cinnamon in the tea. It puzzled you as cinnamon in Thai milk tea did not sound exactly…fitting.

Your drink was one that was much more appetising, God bless the girl in front of you who ordered hot chocolate with extra marshmallows. One sip was all it took to make you feel warm and fuzzy.

Hot chocolate was energising, soulful, truly a comfort food.

Just as you were packing to leave and head back to your friends, a rush of cool Autumn breeze filled the small coffee house, causing your body to unintentionally shiver.

However, the real reason that a shocking bolt spread down your back was not because of the weather, but because of who entered On Cloud Nine.

You could say you were on cloud negative nine or so, mood dampened by a downpour.

A clique stepped into the store. Not just your own clique but another group of friends trailed behind.

A familiar pair of hazel eyes bore into the sides of your face, you refused to turn your head to meet his gaze.

You pursed your lips, guard raised but dread and puzzlement flooded you.

Sensing your obvious shock and confusion, Elkie stepped forward to squeeze your hand encouragingly. She also took the bag of snacks away from you to settle into a nearby booth.

You nearly missed the words that emitted from Woojin’s mouth since he said them in such a small voice as if he too was dreading this meeting. Yet, there was some sort of underlying, camouflaged hope and anticipation in his tone.

“We need to talk.” 

Oh, the irony.

Despite the glittered splashed walls and fairyland decor in On Cloud Nine, the atmosphere felt like one in a horror movie, or better yet, it felt as if this scene took place in a dystopian planet, foreign from the one you knew.

You took a long sip of your hot cocoa, savouring the heat and bitterness of the dark chocolate, in a twisted way, it resembled your mood. The warmth stung your tongue, the bitter aftertaste of the eighty-five percent cocoa chocolate only increased the tension, yet, you welcomed it.

Maybe it was some sort of indicator to make sure you were alive, that this was reality and not some nightmare.

You knew you had been putting off meeting Woojin for the longest time but there was no other way around this sticky situation.

Bae Jinyoung - a classmate from chemistry - was experiencing one right across your booth. He visibly winced as Lee Daehwi attempted to rip the gigantic rainbow swirled lollipop off the edge of his best friend’s  boyfriend’s  fringe.

Such a sweet romance.

You sighed dreamily, wishing the same for you - even if your somewhat non-existent love life claimed otherwise.

“Let’s set the record straight.” Jiwoo finally broke the choking silence. “Woojin, please explain your side of the story.”

In reply, the dancer shrugged. “I don’t know what’s happening myself.”

“She wants to know if you can see colours,” Im Youngmin elaborated, trying to keep his friend’s calmness intact.

“I can’t.”

The verbal confirmation shot into your heart and made it shatter into a billion crystal fragments like glass. Your grip on your mug tightened, sending a wave of déjà vu crashing over you.

I can’t smash this mug, I’ll have to pay for it. Besides, hot chocolate is much better tasting than coffee.

“Do you recognise… Y/N as your soulmate?” Elkie posed the other question, her lips pressed into a tight pout. She drummed her fingers on the table out of worry.

Woojin’s jaw worked to form an answer but no words were projected.

“I-I…I would if I could confirm it.”

A shift was sensed in his mood, his eyes darkened, his tone deepened and the loudness of his charming voice increased.

“How do I know you’re not playing with me right now?” He hissed, face reddening with fury. “You know this is a sensitive subject for me. Stop playing games with me!”

A few curious glares were sent in his general direction but he did not exactly pay them any mind.

Woojin rarely showed his temper, it came as a huge shock, but you expected him to flare up anyway. In his shoes, you would too. A part of you pitied him, he was really missing out on a great person for a soulmate.

“It’s fine. It’s whatever. Let’s go,” you beckoned, setting your mug back on the table and standing up to leave.

Jiwoo caught your elbow before you could even take a step out of your seat. She let out an annoyed huff before tenderly shoving you into your chair again.

“Listen,” she said in a low tone. “I’m not leaving until we settle this today.”

Woojin opened his mouth to oppose but he quickly clamped it shut from the stares his hyungs shot him.

“We can stay here until the cafe closes, I really don’t mind.” Jiwoo tapped her pen to her bottom lip, raising a brow, scanning for even the smallest sign of opposition.

A sigh left Woojin’s mouth, he looked apologetic and defeated. “You know I wanted to talk,” he whispered meekly. “But I don’t think I can.”

“That’s why we’re here,” Donghyun said matter-of-factly. “We’re here to facilitate the…discussion.”

Youngmin nodded encouragingly, ruffling Woojin’s hair. “We know not much talking would occur if it was just both of you.”

“Yeah,” Jiwoo giggled, suddenly regaining her bubbly personality. “More like a lot more lip-locking!”

Her joke elicited laughs, be it embarrassed ones from yourself and your soulmate or amusing ones from your friends. The atmosphere loosened up, it felt like a fresh start.

“So, hi. My name is Park Woojin, what’s yours?” 

“So 6pm? I’ll meet you outside your dorm block?” you confirmed, heart nearly racing out of your chest.

Woojin nodded in reply, pushing his chair out as he stood. “I’ll see you then.” He appeared cool and collected but the second he thought you were no longer able to see him, he jumped and yelled in excitement.

A date was the last thing he expected, probably not an activity he would have wanted to engage in when he thought about it but somehow, Woojin was anticipating tomorrow evening. He felt energising electricity zap him all over, much like when he was dancing to his favourite songs.

Maybe it’s just the soulmate pull…

Perhaps it was only that factor that attracted him but either way, Woojin was finally excited about action in his depressingly almost non-existent love life - he was never really enthusiastic about dating after Naomi anyway.

Knowing he had a date set up brought a new feeling, a feeling that was oddly pleasant. One that was filled with hope, that things would work out, that he would solve this puzzle.

Blame all the sugar in On Cloud Nine for Woojin’s mood switch and sudden hype. His mood definitely took a turn, for better or for worse was the question. He was a tad bit afraid as it had been a long while since he had gone on a date. Then, there was all that joy that was bubbling.

You were not Naomi.

You were a different person, someone he could get to know. Someone who he could potentially learn to trust, who he could enjoy times together.

You were a person that could hold his future.

And of course, someone who could make his universe burst into colour for the very first time.

Holy crap Silver Ravenwolf's books are bad

Okay, for those laughing right now, shut up. I’d heard rumours to the effect but had never actually read them. I downloaded them as ebooks and ohhhh myyyy goddddds, no wonder newbie Wiccans get a bad reputation. If that kind of crap is among the most widely accessible 101 books, one can hardly blame them for coming up with some real gems. How could they do otherwise when it’s likely to be one of the first sources they read?

Less than a hundred pages in, highlights include:

- Talking about the Crusaders going to Persia and running into a nasty horned God there who they decided would make a great Satan, bringing him back to Europe and telling them he was Satan and a fallen angel. Just, what? Firstly, Crusaders = post conversion, and in fact that was the point. Secondly, weren’t they hanging around Jerusalem to, you know, fight off the Muslims, as part of the perpetual fight over that tiny strip of land? Also, what Persian horned God? Not only was there not one (unless you go back to say, Babylonian conquest over two thousand years earlier) but by that point I believe Persian was Muslim, so seriously, what horned God?

- Saying witches don’t believe in Satan. Well shit, anyone give you that memo, fellow demonolaters? Also, which Satan exactly? Are we talking Lucifer? The demons referred to in that role? Iblis? Angra Mainyu? Or the big red guy of pop culture Christianity?

- Saying that mixing pantheons is advanced work made me facepalm. Just, it’s not that I object to say, working with one pantheon at a time to learn about those Gods very well, but the phrasing is weird, and it looked more like she was talking about mishmashing them inappopriately anyway. I mean, nothing wrong with working with different pantheons, but ye gods the piecemeal shoving them together and ignoring individual likes on the parts of the deities involved, including of ritual structure, and the fact some of them don’t get on? Yeah, that can’t possibly go bad, sure. -_-

- Also, the line, ‘rubbing their hands excitedly together’ is kind of tragic, as I doubt the Crusaders were Disney villains in how they planned to convert the populace.

- Her list of the deities as a, 'pick one of these!’ made my brain bleed. Two, frequently inaccurate, lines about each deity? Referring to Inanna solely as a mother Goddess when she’s, among other things, a badass Queen of Heaven war Goddess? Referring to Hecate as a Crone moon Goddess when statues from the ancients portray her like this? Being inaccurate with basically every other deity listed too? Listing them together, A to Z in a, 'pick one that sounds good’? And so on? Urggggghhhh.

- Wow, even the sources she cited at the end of that particular chapter consisted largely of non-peer reviewed and likely non-edited generic new age and/or fluffy pagan crap, there were no actual mythology books - scholarly or otherwise.

Bitching aside, the sad thing is, when I first stated looking at Wicca, when I was about 11, I remember seeing on suggested reading lists back before there were really many good resources on the net like there are now. I never wound up reading her because I couldn’t actually find her books in any bookstores, which further highlights the lack of news available. But if I had read her? I imagine I probably would have thought it amazing and she was amazing, and because I was young, wouldn’t have known to fact check. And considering this was 1999ish, there weren’t really many places to fact check anyway.

I guess what I’m saying is that it’s pretty great there’s so many resource blogs around, including specifically niche ones dealing with specific aspects of polytheism, demonolatry and the occult that weren’t around then. And while occasionally noobs can kind of grate a bit with asking what seem like really basic questions, it’s actually awesome that they can, instead of having to take at face value poorly researched crap. I’d rather get Pagan 101 questions than deal with people who stay willfully ignorant because holy crap, this is Tumblr, it’s exploding with resources if you go looking for them!

I really wish there were better Pagan 101 books though, or even Pagan books in general because there is a serious shortage of good quality ones that are widely distributed even now. Granted this may not be the case in overseas (I live in Australia), but there’s seriously just the one large Pagan/New Age specific bookshop in my city with over a million population. The store is quite big… but filled mostly with New Age crap about self-proclaim psychic messiahs, crystal vibrations, mystical healing aliens, etc. There is all of one bookcase filled with Pagan books, most of which aren’t particularly great. Most of the Pagans I run into offline are way more ignorant than those online, as most of the non-geeks don’t have any idea about the internet resources that are out there. And with no good reading materials… well, the cycle of fail just goes on.

(Also, because I’m a masochist I’m going to keep reading Silver Ravenwolf. It’s terrible reading but I want to know what sort of misinformation she’s spreading about her own damn religion. Wish me luck, gentle Tumblrites, I may end up with a brain hemorrhage.)

onliafaze  asked:

GoM scenario: Their girlfriends' skirt blows up in the wind... only to reveal she wears shorts under her skirts. Whether they're disappointed or relieved, she teases that she'll let them see more when they're alone.

Thank you for the request! Also smart move sending it twice!! Tumblr does some crazy things sometimes!!! I hope you like this!

Akashi~ The wind was something fierce today, Akashi did his best to shield you from the wind. Suddenly the wind blew upwards. Akashi glanced over at your skirt. You had noticed that every time the wind blew, he looked down at your skirt.

This time the wind blew your skirt upwards. Akashi noticed that you were wearing shorts underneath and sighed slightly. He was relieved that no one was able to see your panties, but slightly disappointed that he wasn’t able to sneak a glance.

“Hmm? Disappointed Seijuro??” You tilted your head and got close to him, whispering in his ear. “If you want, I can show you what’s under these shorts later…” His face turned red, he then smiled and kissed your hand.

“I would like that very much, my love.”

Aomine~ He took you out to an amusement park. He was hoping to really impress you today. He already knew he was the best, but now he needed to prove it to you. He took you towards a small bridge next to a roller coaster. He was going to tell you he loved you.

“____-chan, i-I lo-” Suddenly the roller coaster came zooming by. The force of the machine created a wind that blew your skirt up. Aomine looked down and saw a pair of cute shorts under the skirt. He raised his eyebrows. He chuckled a bit. “Damn, I was hoping for a show.”

“Well if you feel that way, maybe I could show you the real thing later?” You winked at him and kissed his cheek. He blushed and rubbed his head smiling.

“Haha, I love you.”

Kise~ He took you for a day on the town. He offered to buy you a cute new outfit too. You agreed to go, mainly because you love to spend time with him. You two were having a great time, suddenly the wind started to pick up.

“Be careful ___-cchi, otherwise I may get a peek up your skirt.” Kise teased. You chuckled and held his hand. You continued your walk for awhile and talked the entire time.

The wind blew harder and blew your skirt up, Kise peeked behind to catch a glimpse of your ass. He was disappointed to see the shorts underneath.

“___-cchi!!! Why do you have to tease me like that?” He pouted. You kissed him on the cheek and smiled.

“Don’t worry, I will show you underneath later.”

Kuroko~ Kuroko and you were on a date, you normally spent your days off from school going on dates. You loved spending time with him, and obviously he felt the same way. You were at the bus stop, Kuroko went to grab you a drink from the vending machine. He turned around and the stop was full of people.

A car zoomed past, creating wind strong enough to blow your skirt up. His eyes widened, full of worry. He then saw your shorts and smiled. He walked over and handed you your drink.

“Thank goodness you are wearing those shorts ____-chan, someone may have tried to look at your panties.” 

“Oh? You seemed to have no problem looking.” You teased. He blushed slightly.

“Well… I-”

“It’s okay, I can show you the real thing if you want.” Kuroko covered his face.

“I will only agree if you want to. I won’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

Midorima~ He was walking you home, you stayed to watch him practice. He was happy you did, but would never tell you. You just seemed to know how happy it made him. He was letting his hand linger near yours. He wouldn’t look at you, at least not when he was nervous about something.

You smiled and took his hand in yours. He flinched slightly, his face turned red. The blush seemed to spread down to his neck quite a bit. You giggled softly to yourself.

The train gates came down and the train passed by creating a long wind, blowing your skirt up in the process. Midorima glanced down to see you not even attempting to hide. He looked down further to notice you were wearing shorts underneath. You looked up and saw him looking down your body.

“Are you disappointed? If you want I can take my shorts off for you when we get to my place.”

“W-WHAT?! Why would I want you to do that? I’m not some pervert. b-But… if you wanted to I wouldn’t object…” He adjusted his glasses, looking away.

Murasakibara~ It was a really hot day outside, you ended up going to the ice cream shop with Murasakibara. He insisted it was necessary. You of course agreed, because you love ice cream, and you love your Mukkun.

While at the store, Murasakibara sat down and complained he was dying. So you agreed to get the ice cream. As you stood up, you noticed some stares. A few other guys were looking in your direction. The shop had a fan pointed in your direction.

Your skirt was flying up, and revealing your shorts underneath. Murasakibara was emitting a dark and dangerous aura. He noticed your shorts and calmed down. You bought the ice cream and sat down again.

“You are so protective of me Mukkun.” You kissed his cheek.

“No one is allowed to see ____-chin’s panties but me.” He pouted and took a bite.

“In that case, would you like to see them when we get back to my place?” Murasakibara suddenly choked. He nodded and started to eat again.

Submit Anon: Phoenix vs Britannia: Stalker From Hell
I think I’ll tell the tale of someone who is a thorn in my side to this day.  He was king of the weebs, and dreamed of becoming, well, an ace attorney.  And becoming Lelouch/Zero from Code Geass.  …And apparently devoting his life to ruining mine.  As much as I’d like to spread his name around the Internet as much as he did mine, I’ll call him A.

This story begins some years ago into today, so it might be a little lengthy.

Every school has its weeaboos, and my school was definitely not an exception to this.  I entered high school a totally normal freshman, having just grown out of my weeaboo/wapanese phase of middle school days.  I was still into anime but I had gotten into other things as well, and I mostly kept my passions to myself.  I was a quiet, artistic girl who played tennis and liked to occasionally watch an episode of Naruto, but my life never revolved around it.

During an art class a classmate saw my anime-ish art style and suggested I join the school’s anime club.  I joined because I didn’t have much better to do, not knowing it would be a huge mistake.  I walked into the room and locked eyes with a senior boy, who at the time, I thought was pretty cute.  I learned later that his name was A and that he was the president of the anime club.

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fic update: Let Your Heart Be Light, Olicity, rated M, chapter 11/15

Let Your Heart Be Light (45991 words) by callistawolf
Chapters: 11/15
Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak
Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, Thea Queen, Roy Harper, Tommy Merlyn, Moira Queen, Walter Steele, Laurel Lance, Sara Lance, Malcolm Merlyn
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Christmas, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Romantic Fluff, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut
Summary: It’s time for Christmas Dinner with the Queen Family!  What surprises are in store for our beloved characters? 

Author’s Note: Well, here we are guys. I know people have been dreading this and I did draw it out a bit, getting here.  Here is where not just the other shoe drops but ALL the shoes drop.  Please don’t hurt me. ;)  Also, thanks again for the continued outpouring of support over this story.  Words can’t express how happy I am that this story is making some of you feel better about this hiatus (and that finale!).  Feel free to drop me a line here, on tumblr or on twitter.  I’m happy to chat!  

You can read this chapter on Ao3 or FF

Christmas dinner looked amazing.  Oliver wondered if everything had always looked this good, spread across the table, or if he was just noticing it this year because he was riding high on cloud nine.  There was a huge roasted turkey, its skin golden brown and glistening in the candlelight.  Bowls and serving dishes of stuffing, salad, potatoes and roasted vegetables ran the length of the table, with bottles of wine interspersed at regular intervals.  The fine china was set out, the silverware glinting in the atmospheric light.  And the smells!  Suddenly, Oliver was very aware that they hadn’t had much to eat all day and he couldn’t wait to dive right in. 

Felicity took the seat to his right and he immediately reached underneath the tablecloth to squeeze her knee.  She smiled but gave him a quelling look.  The message was clear: hands off till later, buddy.  

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