mbm: arrow

The Oliver Queen that you’ll meet in 6x01, he’ll still be the Oliver you know and sometimes love, he’ll had a different sense of himself. You know, one of the ways we describe it is that, typically in act 4 of any given episode, somebody is giving Oliver advice. And in season 6, I think, you’ll see Oliver giving the people in his life the advice for a change (…) He’s got now 10 years of very heavy experience (…) That is something that we are very interested in seeing, a more like a mentoring-kind of Oliver as the many people in his life face their challenges

Marc Guggenheim [Superhero Insider - EW.com - June 2017]

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The actual assembly of the footage of episode 1.23 the season finale of Season 1, that was 23 minutes overtime. We had to cut 23 minutes out

Marc Guggenheim [Superhero Insider - EW.com - June 2017]

I hope one day they share these deleted scenes. Stephen mentioned one in an old interview a while ago:

“I’ll never have a tougher day on set than shooting that scene [Death of Tommy] with Colin, especially because there was a part of that scene that was edited out of the show. I said a prayer in Chinese after he passed away, and I had to learn it… I swear to God, I said that prayer in Chinese 4,000 times. Chinese is not Russian. It’s really hard, and if you change your inflection point even a little bit you’re saying ‘get me ice cream’ as opposed to ‘I’m going to miss you forever.’

Forever at Odds: Part 2~Forever out of Place

So after some encouragement from @wherethereissmoak and @tdgal1 I’ve chosen to take the weekly Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-thon prompts and, use them to continue this fic. It should be fun challenge so thanks again to @thebookjumper for organizing this weekly event! 

So here’s my entry for this week’s prompt Out of place! 

Read it here or on AO3

Part 2~ Forever out of place

“I can’t believe you sold me like a common whore,” Felicity roared as the doors behind her slammed darkly.

Her mother’s ice cold eyes sneered at her daughter’s chosen defiance. She crossed the room and, reached for the only book Felicity had ever bothered to read more than once from cover to cover. The aged leather binding cracked beneath her mother’s skillful hands. “We have a job to do or have you forgotten the vow you took when you turned eighteen?” her mother warned almost somberly as she threw the book towards the center of the oval shaped room. The red and, black curtains whipped about the walls while the elder witch used the still air of the stale room to create a funnel at the base of the dome shaped ceiling. 

Felicity watched unimpressed while her mother swept her hands wildly until the funnel cloud began to take it’s cylindrical shape. The book remained frozen at the center of the cyclone hovering innocently while a foolish woman used her gifts to throw a tantrum.

“If you think I’m going to be scared into agreeing you’ve forgotten I’m next in line,” Felicity snarled as her own fingers flew towards the raging storm.

Her mother’s eyes darkened, “Yes next…” she growled before she forced the invented storm to rage outwards towards her daughter’s waiting form.

Felicity blocked the deadly lightning strike with a flick of her beautiful blue eyes. Donna’s lips fell in shock when Felicity then raised her outstretched palms and cried darkly towards the turbulence above their hands, “ENOUGH!” The roaring thunder and drizzling rain vanished. The dark hardwood boards of the ceiling returned to view as the elder blonde stood before her daughter flummoxed.

“How?” she mouthed a bit proudly.

Felicity tilted her head towards her outstretched hand, the hovering book flew towards her waiting fingers. Her satisfied smile grew when she innocently replied, “Some books I didn’t need to read more than once…”

Donna’s frozen eyes began beaming with un-caged pride. “You do understand what we have to gain don’t you? You’ll be apart of history if I succeed.”

Felicity shrugged while she calmly flipped through the aged pages of a book that had been around since the first union between a vampire and, a witch was ever used as a tactic to protect human life. “You and I are the last of the original bloodline mother. We’re the only ones who remember the original pact that the Queen’s made when they first ventured towards our sleepy little hamlet. I’m also the only one that knows you’ve secretly been killing off the other clans for hundreds of years.”

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Very early on the process of doing last year’s crossover Greg [Berlanti] said there is probably no way to get bigger than aliens so the best way to make the [2017] crossover especially epic if you can’t increase the sort of bombast, increase the emotional stake, the emotional payoffs. So that’s a very oblique comment of where our heads around here for this season

Marc Guggenheim talks about the 2017 DCTV Crossover Event | Superhero Insider - EW.com June 2017

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reason #156 why i hate arrow

okay, so ever since this post took off, people have misunderstood my righteous anger about arrow, their treatment of the black canary and how they are trying to convince me that whoever is under that hood is somehow oliver queen?? do they think i’m stupid? no i’m not, that’s not our ollie and everyone knows that.

i chose to make a separate post for this, because the primary post went so many different directions, and i don’t want to call out one single person, because like i said, they misunderstood my intentions and because dAMN AM I SALTY

so okay, first of all; no, this is not about lauliver. i’m a green canary shipper down to the core of me, but i literally couldn’t care less about lauliver. because everyone knows that every and all incarnations of dinah laurel lance deserves someone 10000000x better than arrow!oliver, and especially arrow!laurel. arrow!oliver deserves to burn in a trash pit, but we’ll get back to that later.

no, my anger comes from their mistreatment of the black canary as a myth and all her various incarnations in and of herselves. ?? why they had to do that, this is making no sense, but sTAY WITH ME HERE.

i started watching arrow because i’ve been a black canary fan since i was yay high. imagine me gesturing for something being about three feet tall. black canary is my all time favorite super hero across all genres, mediums, timelines, publications and what have you. she’s just my fave, okay?

and i knew that they couldn’t do a green arrow show without the black canary. there is no green arrow without the black canary.

so i sat down to watch the first episode, excitement up to my teeth, and i was just so prepared. i was about to see my childhood hero for the first time in a live action tv show. i didn’t watch smallville, okay?

and i knew from the first moment i laid eyes on katie cassidy as laurel lance that she was going to be the black canary. i just knew it in my bones. like, it was just meant to be.

and i played along for a really long time. like i kind of understood what they were trying to do, fitting the green arrow mythos into a modern and more “realistic” setting. also, having arrow as the first hero in the universe meant that they had to go about bringing in the other characters and their origin stories in new ways. and i had an understanding for that.

i really, really had.

but there just comes a point where you go “screw it, you done fucked up”.

and i don’t remember when i precisely reached that point, but let’s just put it that i did, okay?

because the arrow crew did not do the black canary justice.

first of all, like i said; i don’t understand why they had to split her into two?? don’t even get me started on whoever that new dinah drake is, i can’t be bothered. and i haven’t gotten the time to get around to watch legends of tomorrow, so i don’t know if the white canary is making any sense, but the black canary is just a??????? like, i love both sara and laurel, they’re both my darlings, but it’s just??????????? what??????????????????

and in the end it doesn’t even matter, because either way, they both end up dead??

what the actual hecking fuck????????

but okay, discarding that, rolling with whatever crack the writers were on, you introduce sara as the seasoned black canary to match the green arrow, which is fine and all, until you kill her and pass the mantle along to laurel, which, okay, i’m still rolling, i’m still somewhat with you for some goddamn reason. 

but then you turn around and repeatedly beat laurel down with an iron pole. like, literally too.

and this was probably, in retrospect, where i lost my shit.

that is not what the legendary black canary deserves.

you could have gone about this so many different ways and i’m screaming just thinking about it. let oliver train her!! send her away to some faraway land to have her trained by some weird mystical powers!!! let her have a steadily climbing learning curve, the way any normal fucking person would!!!!!!!!


i’m just, i’m just. oh my god. aaaaaaaargh. i’m so ready to punch a dude.

okay. okay, i had to take a break here, but i’m back now, and i think i’m okay. i think.

so. arrow did the black canary wrong. agree or don’t, i don’t really give a fuck. this is my darling, and this is my opinion.

but arrow also completely missed the entire point of green arrow and black canary’s relationship. like, they couldn’t even have gone more wrong even if they had tried.

and that’s what my original post is pointing out. that the black canary and green arrow’s relationship is a partnership. they’re each other’s equals and they treat each other as such. and even if there are power dynamics to play around with in their relationship, of who’s the better combat fighter, who’s the more experienced vigilante, or whatever, they still treat each other as equals. they see each other as equals.

and this is not inherent just to the comics. this is the black canary and green arrow’s relationship throughout all other media. it’s arrow the tv show that screwed it up. all on their own. i don’t know where they got the idea from, but they did.

they decided to screw over one of the most awesome superhero couples in all of history.

and hell, i don’t even care about the romance. they’re just a great duo for kicking bad guys asses. and they respect each other while doing it.

but arrow decided to give oliver every single little chance to belittle and ridicule laurel. and yes, maybe it makes logical sense for him to do it, but that’s because the writers wrote their scripts to make that possible. it’s the writers that decided to belittle and beat down laurel lance every chance they got. they chose to write the black canary off as inconsequential and insignificant.

and as a lifelong fan of hers, that is inexcusable to me. i cannot stand for that.

i refuse to stand for that.

i refuse to stand and witness as a influential multimillion tv show turn my favorite super hero, and a female one at that, into a laughing stock and a ladder for their male titular character’s superiority complex.

because whoever they are trying to sell the green arrow as, is not ours, my, oliver queen.

oliver queen is a compassionate, dorky and brave man who is trying his best and worships the ground dinah lance walks on.

arrow!oliver is a flaming dumpster fire who deserves to burn.

so yes. i’m angry. and i proudly declare that i hate arrow.

can you blame me?

Ever think about magnitude heroism?

Green Arrow guards Star City, Flash protects Central City, and Supergirl looks after Keystone City, among others.

And then you have Diana, Princess of Themyscira, Daughter of Hippolyta, who left her home with the Amazons to protect humanity and end The War.  Diana is the kind of hero who other heroes look up to.  She sets the bar so high.  Imagine having her on your team!  Imagine knowing that she is out there fighting incomprehensibly difficult battles, just so you can have the opportunity to fight the smaller but equally meaningful battles on the home front. 

I love that she’s such a force of good in the world that even other heroes might be tempted to say they’re not heroic, not compared to her.  We all know they still are.  Their heroism is a different method, but it’s still so important.

Magnitude heroism doesn’t mean only the biggest battles matter; it means every battle matters to someone, whether that someone is entrenched in a war or suffering back home.  It means there is a need for heroes on all fronts.  Proportionality keeps the world spinning.  Someone has to fight for the every day, for the little things. 

Every act of kindness is a step towards a better world, and every failure is a collective set back.  Heroes take it all personally because they value everyone.  Even the way they treat their enemies is a testament to who they are.  They aren’t excessive; they’re just.  They make mistakes – we couldn’t emulate them if they didn’t – but they also acknowledge, accept, and grow from their mistakes.  And they keep making them.  Because that’s what you do: you keep living, even when you know you’re going to mess up.

And hey, even Diana does little acts of kindness, and other everyday heroes step up to save the world.  Big magnitude heroes are mentors for smaller magnitude heroes.  They’re people who work at a higher level inviting you to join them.  That doesn’t mean they force you to shoulder the weight of the entire world; they provide an example of carrying on against staggering odds, an example one can emulate by applying it at the right scale.  These are people who face proportionately difficult challenges and still insist on trying to do good.

Diana is a hero among heroes.  I feel like a lot of heroes need her.  And I know a lot of us need heroes of every order.

anonymous asked:

Based on your last dialog fic, can you write one where Felicity is jealous of Dinah and Oliver? "The Green Arrow and The Black Canary…like some…some comic book or something.”

“Dinah, on your right-” Before Felicity could finish her sentence, a green arrow pierced the man’s hand, the gun he had raised to her head falling to the floor. “Oh, Oliver right behind-” Felicity watched on the monitors as Dinah’s eyes met Oliver’s, and two seconds later he ducked, and she kicked her leg over him, her foot successfully finding the next thug’s face as he came up behind Oliver. Felicity pursed her lips shut.

Rene made a whistling sound as he watched the screens, lurking behind her chair. Felicity just bit her tongue. “They’re something to see.” He praised, “I’ve never seen two people so in sync. It’s like she knows what he’s gonna do before he even does. And man, all he has to do is look at her and he knows exactly what her next move is…never seen anything like that-”

“Yeah, they make a good team.” Felicity said, her fingers coming together over her keyboard. She stayed silent while they took out the rest of the bad guys, and neither the Black Canary or the Green Arrow seemed to even notice that she’d stopped trying to help.

Oliver smiled at Dinah while the room full of men groaned and grabbed at their wounds, and she winked back. “Felicity,” he said, “We’re on our way back.”

“Yep,” Felicity responded, trying to sound more cheerful than she felt. “Over and out.”

She sighed, leaning back in her chair and swiveling around to look at Ramirez, who was emptying the crumbs from a bag of chips into his mouth. She shook her head as Rene crumpled the chip bag and threw it at Curtis, hitting him in the back of the head. “Ow.”

“That didn’t hurt, hoss.” When Curtis ignored him, sighing and going back to his workout, Rene continued, “Hey why can’t you cover me like Dinah’s got Oliver?”

Curtis shrugged, “Because you’re a lot less likable.”

Rene snorted, “Me, less likable than Queen? Psht. Sure.”

The elevator doors opened and Oliver walked in, Dinah right behind. Felicity watched as he laughed, Dinah poking her fingers to his sides as she teased him, “You’re lucky I was there, your face definitely would have met the floor if it weren’t for me, you completely lost your balance!”

Oliver chuckled, shaking his head, “I don’t lose my balance, Dinah. You have so much more to see.”

Felicity stood from her chair, “Their leader got away, I can try to figure out where he went.”

Dinah and Oliver looked up at her, and Dinah offered a smile, “Do you ever sleep, Felicity? It’s like you never stop. We just took down half of their organization and they’ll all be behind bars. This was a victory.”

Felicity scratched her head, “Well, if I’ve learned anything from Oliver, it’s that the work isn’t done until the bad guy is locked up. And we still haven’t caught him yet.”

The room was silent for a long moment, “Dinah’s right,” Oliver said, shrugging it off. “It won’t be easy to replace half their men, it will take time. I think we should see tonight as a win.” He looked away from Felicity, glancing at Rene and Curtis, “Maybe we should celebrate. Anyone up for a drink?”

Oh,” Dinah’s mouth curved into a mischievous smile, “I love that idea.”

Rene and Curtis agreed, Rene making an offhanded comment about how he needed to get some food too because of how starving he was, as if he hadn’t just eaten a bag of chips on his own in less than twenty minutes. Oliver and Dinah headed to the back room to change out of their leather.

Curtis knelt down next to her chair. “Hey,” he whispered, low enough that Rene couldn’t hear even if he was paying them any attention. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm,” Felicity replied, keeping her lips tight as she sat back down.

Curtis just shook his head, “Sure, Felicity. I can see jealousy written all over your face.”

Felicity’s mouth dropped slightly, “I am not…” She lowered her voice, her eyes darting to the door, knowing how fast they could change. “I am not jealous.” She hissed.

“I know what jealous looks like and um,” Curtis touched his lip as he pretended to think, “it looks exactly like you.” he finished, pointing at her. She shoved his fingers away and began her search, tapping her fingers quickly across her keyboard, trying to make it clear that the conversation was over.

Curtis took the hint, but left her with one last thought. He always had to have the last word. “You might want to say something about it before it eats you up, Felicity.” Felicity just threw him a glare before going back to her work.

She glanced up again as the elevator doors opened for Curtis and Rene, listening to the last of their banter as the doors closed.

As if on cue of her never having a moment alone, as soon as the elevator doors closed, Oliver and Dinah were coming back out, dressed in their clothes from earlier in the day instead of their suits. Oliver’s eyes narrowed at her as soon as he saw her, and she looked back at her screens. “Felicity, aren’t you coming?”

“No,” she shook her head, not looking up. “I’m going to stay here for a bit.”

He cleared his throat, “Will you meet us out after?”

Felicity just gave her head a tight shake, refusing to look up at him because she didn’t want her face to tell him whatever it told Curtis. Some crap about being jealous. Which she wasn’t…not even a little bit, definitely not because Oliver and Dinah hadn’t needed her at all tonight since they had each other. She wasn’t jealous that she thought Oliver would want to work this until they finished it, but instead he’d offered to go for drinks. She definitely wasn’t jealous over the fact that Oliver seemed to be happiest whenever he was in the presence of Dinah Drake. Why would she be jealous about that?

“I’ll catch up,” he mumbled to Dinah, she nodded and followed Rene and Curtis.

“Oliver, go.” Felicity said as the doors closed behind Dinah.

Oliver shoved his hands in his pockets, “Not until you tell me what’s bothering you.”

“Nothing.” She snapped, her fingers getting more violent with her keyboard.

“Felicity…” He sighed, “Talk to me.”

“Go get drinks, Oliver.” She responded, throwing him a quick glance. Just one. “You guys worked hard tonight and you deserve it.”

“You helped too.”

“Not really.”

Oliver hesitated, “Is that why you’re upset? You feel like you didn’t help tonight? Felicity, we wouldn’t even have known where to find them if it wasn’t for you. We wouldn’t have been able to get inside if you didn’t hack the system.”

“It’s not…I know I helped.”

“Then what is it?” He asked, his voice low. Felicity just bit her lip and continued searching. She didn’t want to admit that she was jealous. Talk about embarrassing. Oliver shifted in her silence. “You know…I really don’t understand you at all sometimes.” He sighed, his voice clearly frustrated.

“Sorry I’m not Dinah.” She mumbled under her breath. She closed her eyes, praying that he hadn’t heard her.

“What?” He asked after a moment, coming up the steps now.

“Nothing,” she said.

Oliver held the back of her chair and pulled until she couldn’t reach her keys anymore, then he spun her around and knelt down in front of her. “Why would I ever want you to be Dinah?”

Felicity sighed, knowing that the topic was unavoidable now. “You get her.” She said, her eyes falling to her hands. “You understand her and you…you care about her.”


“Are you going to tell me I’m wrong?” She asked, lifting her eyes to meet his in a challenge that she knew she’d win.

“Where is this coming from?” He asked instead.

Felicity shrugged, “Every time you go out there, it’s you and Black Canary. You’re always on the same page. Always in sync.” She said, repeating Rene’s words.

“Felicity…” Oliver hesitated, “this has more to do with the fact that we haven’t talked since Lian Yu than it has to do with Dinah.” He sighed, “I do care about Dinah. And when we’re out on the streets, you’re right. I trust her to have my back. Just like I trust Dig. Like I trust you. Like I’m…starting…to trust Rene and Curtis.” He nudged her, and she cracked a smile.

“But it’s nothing more than that, Felicity. Dinah is my friend, and I think if you let her, she’d be yours too. I care about you…as more than a friend, or a coworker, or Overwatch. You have nothing to be jealous of.”

Felicity scoffed, “I was not jealous.”

Oliver smirked, “Sure.”

She slapped his arm, “I wasn’t!”

“You’re pretty cute when you’re jealous.”

“Oliver,” she groaned. Oliver chuckled, standing up, he leaned over and took her hands in his, pulling her up and out of her chair.

Oliver guided her arms to wrap around his waist, and then he let go with a sigh, his own arms falling over her shoulders, resting his cheek to the top of her head. “I still love you.” He mumbled.

Felicity froze for a brief moment before pulling back to look up at him. As she watched his eyes, they told her exactly what his words just had, and she bit her lip, nodding slowly. “I love you too.”