At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world. Six billion souls. And sometimes — all you need is one.
Ever watched a show you used to love when you were younger and you start to fall in love all over again with the same characters but then have to question all your morals and life choices because you are 30 now but they are still 16 in the show you’re watching? Like is it OK because in real life they’re actually older than me so even though I’m twice the age of the person I am watching, the space time continuum allows me to still fangirl over this person who aged at the same speed I have? Or am I just a creepy weirdo?
leyton appreciation week 2017 ♥ day six: peyton’s art or lucas’ books The boy saw the comet, and he felt as though his life had meaning. And when it went away, he waited his entire life for it to come back to him. It was more than just a comet because of what it brought to his life: direction, beauty, meaning. There are many who couldn’t understand, and sometimes he walked among them. But even in his darkest hours, he knew in his heart that someday it would return to him, and his world would be whole again. And his belief in God and love and art would be re-awakened in his heart. ― The Comet, Lucas Scott
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sexual tension and love and all is good but olicity needs a lot more to reconcile. what are your thoughts on that?
Oh you’re right, anon.
Felicity told Oliver when she left him that he tended to revert back to his island way of going alone when things got rough. Oliver had been full of guilt and Felicity had been full of pain, and though they’d talked, they hadn’t talked.
They haven’t had catharsis. They need that. We need that.
I need them to fight the fuck out. (I’m going to go One Tree Hill on your ass, so bear with me). It would be like this (in my head):
Oliver would be
And Felicity would take a deep breath and crack a joke and change the topic. For once though, Oliver would persist. Because they need to hash it out. The conundrum they’re in is not healthy for either of them, swinging between a rock and a hard place.
Oliver would push and push and then Felicity would snap. Oh, she’d snap gloriously, laying it all out on the line completely, bare to him
They would hash it all out, completely and yell or whisper or just plain shake each other but they would LAY IT OUT
(I swear i got chills when i saw this scene for the first time)
That was the crux of the matter. Oliver didn’t share with Felicity. Oliver didn’t let her in. And he’s trying. Trying harder.
He tells her that. He tells her.
It’s raw. It’s unrefined. It’s real.
But she isn’t ready for the risk, not again, not so soon. Her heart is bruised and she isn’t ready.
But he can wait. He will wait for eternity if there was even a glimmer of possibility for them because for him, she is it.
And then, after that whole cathartic talk, would they be on the road back to each other. That doesn’t mean they’ll reconcile suddenly. It’s a long road, and it should take its own sweet time when the destination is forever.
But this is how they get on the path.
Because after all,
I don’t care if they take thirty minutes or five. I don’t care if they yell or whisper, scream or murmur. I don’t care if they cry like lovers or joke like friends.
I just need them to talk the fuck out of this conversation.