mine: stuff

anonymous asked:

Remember back when in the earlier seasons they used to have shirtless oliver doing stuff? But its been almost nil for so long. You think they'll do that again for s5?

I’d love nothing more than seeing shirtless Oliver do stuff on my screen every other episode, anon. (Stuff with equipment. With Felicity.)

Because shirtless Oliver Queen doing stuff…



showing his prowess

making things bulge



abs rippling

hips thrusting

chest heaving

defying physics

doing stuff with his sword

doing stuff with his arrow

so much stuff…

Every time I see him on screen, I’m like

Yeah. Felicity is us.


“-You’ve ruined my kid’s life!
-What, no hello kiss?
-I meant it! I remember the first time I heard your name. Michael said “There’s this new boy in school, Brian Kinney.” For weeks that’s all he could talk about: “Brian Kinney this, and Brian Kinney that .” Next thing, you’re cutting classes. And then I come home from work one day and I find the two of you, and it was when I knew you were trouble. And you haven’t disappointed me a day since then.
-Well, at least, you can’t accuse me of being inconsistent.
-Consistent heartbreak.
-Come on Deb, you know I’ve looked after Mikey.
-I’ve never said that you weren’t there for him. You’ve been there too much. Always giving him just those extra little tidbits of your affection, uh? To make him believe that maybe someday you’d be his.
-Well, who knows? Maybe we’ll end up a couple of old queens in Palm Springs. 
-Only what’s he supposed to do until then? He had a chance with David, but you had to fuck it up.
-He wasn’t having any fun.
-He’s had enough fun. You’ve all had enough fun. It’s time for him to be a man.
-And what do you want me to do about that?
-Well, I don’t know. Something. You owe my kid something.
-Okay. You win. I’ll do something. [Pause] It’s Mikey’s 30th birthday. He should have a party he never forgets.”

“i really really would love more of this” - @thesongofafeelies 

“This definitely needs to be a bigger story! :D” - @ficsnships

in response to this

well who am I to deny the people what they want

Nico raised the coffee cup to his lips, sipping the contents that were almost as musty as the diner itself. He was one of two occupants of the run-down edifice, the other being an overweight truck driver that was gorging himself on a plate of breakfast at the counter. From his spot in the corner booth, Nico watched as the sole waitress filled up the man’s travel mug. She made her way over to Nico, refilled his cup with the vile liquid they were passing off as coffee, and went back to her spot behind the counter where she resumed her crossword.

4:30am was a good time for the city.

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