This season has been a long, dark torturous ride for us all. Until last night. I woke up this morning, alone again, but not really. Over the past few months, I’ve wrapped myself in the blanket of the Olicity Fandom. It’s been a place where I can channel my own personal grief and loss over losing my wife. It has helped, (through writing fanfiction and metas) to start processing my loneliness and sorrow. Last night’s episode was another leg of that journey. So I just wanted to begin this analysis by thanking all of you.
I read a post this morning that MG received, basically telling him to fuck off for bringing back the Olicity trash. And then this cheerful and colorful person asked Marc to please not do it.
Too late, my gregarious hater, too late.
Happy birthday, Oliver. I should be so blessed with my own, (which is next week by the way, on the 27th.) There were fantastic moments during the festivities. As I watched them, I could hear the fandom squealing and screaming and cooing in my head. But there were two moments that really stood out and motivated me to climb into my office chair and fire up the laptop.
The first was when Oliver told Felicity he thought her ruse to have dinner with him was a possible date. Felicity responded with—“We can take it one step at a time.” Not I or you—we. As in together. As in who let the elephant (that crowded them all season) out of the room. The look on Oliver’s face when he told her he’d like that very much was akin to someone winning a lottery. With the crazy pacing that Arrow utilizes, I think those steps Felicity mentioned could end up as a sprint to the wedding alter. One thing I would say to Oliver though; it isn’t hypothetical, dude. When they do decide to hook up for good, there won’t be any anxious first date vibes we got in 301. When Felicity reminded him (and it was a reminder) of their Pacific Coast Trail excursion, of their intimate nights spent under the mountain stars, I thought to myself their next “date” won’t be in a restaurant or a trip to the zoo. Break out the camping gear Oliver—she wants a repeat performance.
The “hypothetically dating my ex-fiancé” line and Felicity’s big, beautiful smile in response to it just melted me in my recliner. Her telling Oliver that they won and he can put his feet up and relax—well, it felt like coming home. The little tug on his tie just emphasized it. These two are crazy in love and it showed in this scene. Doubters and haters beware—it’s only going to grow larger.
The next great moment related to the party for me was Felicity and Curtis on the phone. Curtis wanted gossip: give me all the details, the sexual tension you could cut with a knife, the sexy dress, the heart eyes, (okay, that one was mine.) The last time they talked about her and Oliver like this was last summer in the Bunker. He called them a power couple. He brought up the longing looks, the supposition that Felicity shouldn’t have broken up with Oliver, the way Oliver looks at her. Felicity was taken aback, probably because it was true. It was still in her heart if not right in front of her. The trust issues and William and not seeing the point in being in a relationship with Oliver—it was all still simmering in her. And then Oliver came in with Chinese food and Curtis made an obvious exit after mentioning the wine. Food and drink, mutual desire, the salmon ladder—it all came together for them, they came together…
Okay, I had to refill my coffee cup and take a cold shower. Anyway, when Curtis was talking about her and Oliver while she was cleaning up, I half expected Felicity to start giggling—not in embarrassment but in confirmation.
Post party Olicity. Another couple of moments I wanted to look at. The obvious one was Oliver telling Felicity he wanted her with him in the Bunker, not as Overwatch or the brilliant computer genius or the trusted crime fighting partner. He wanted the love of his life by his side. It wasn’t because she needed his protection. It wasn’t tactical or practical or logical. It was him needing to be with her, to breathe her in, to not wanting her to be apart from him ever again.
And Felicity needed to hear this from Oliver. What they shared at the party only established this for both of them. Felicity was just checking to make sure. Ever since their breakup, it’s been about Oliver striving to become the man she deserved. She told him this after their Bunker sex. She wanted his pain, his doubts, his worries, and his darkness—all of it. He gave that to her in 520. And showed it 100% last night.
Just before Felicity and Diggle agreed with Oliver’s plan to split up, (reluctantly by Felicity) there was that moment Oliver said William was the purist part of him. He put his son in danger because what Oliver became on the island came back to Starling City and created Prometheus. I could sense Felicity wanting to hold him and give her love and support. That is coming sooner than we think, folks.
Instead, they held each other’s hands. It was brief, but it was huge. It showed me their connection. It showed me, more than any other time in their relationship, they can weather adversity and tragedy and distance and pain—and be strong for one another, more than they’ve ever been before.
Curtis was right. They are a power couple.
Next week is going to be awesome. There is nothing now in Oliver and Felicity’s way. Whoever or whatever tries to pull them apart will only make them stronger. It is their legacy. As Felicity told Oliver in 411—it’s who they are.