the newsroom rewatched


The Newsroom Rewatch: 1x01 - We Just Decided To

“It sure used to be. We stood up for what was right. We fought for moral reasons. We passed laws, struck down laws for moral reasons. We waged war on poverty, not poor people. We sacrificed, we cared about our neighbors. We put our money where our mouths were, and we never beat our chest. We built great, big things, made ungodly technological advances, explored the universe, cured diseases, and we cultivated the world’s greatest artists and the world’s greatest economy. We reached for the stars, acted like men. We aspired to intelligence, we didn’t belittle it, it didn’t make us feel inferior. We didn’t identify ourselves by who we voted for in the last election. And we didn’t… we didn’t scare so easy. We were able to be all these things and do all these things because we were informed. By great men, men who were revered. First step in solving any problem is recognizing there is one. America is not the greatest country in the world anymore.”

Olicity one-shot: what a good guy would do

Word count: 2,589
Rating: Everyone
Summary: Newsroom AU — Oliver’s scared of losing his on/off girlfriend Sara Lance to the the new hotshot senior producer, Nyssa. But when he finds out business reporter Felicity Smoak is entertaining other job offers, he finds he can’t let go of her either.

Author’s note: OK so background: a while back, @screamlikeacanary and I decided to cast “The Newsroom” with “Arrow” characters. I started rewatching “The Newsroom” for like the millionth time a few days ago and when I got to this episode, I HAD TO WRITE IT. (I’M SORRY, ANNA, I HAD TO.)

So with that, I’m dedicating it to @screamlikeacanary in the hopes that she doesn’t hate me. 

Lastly, you don’t HAVE to have seen The Newsroom to understand what’s going on in this story, but if you haven’t seen The Newsroom, then do yourselves the biggest favor and watch it immediately.

Ignoring the bright, red light that screamed ON AIR, Oliver pushed open the door and strode into the studio.

Felicity sat behind the desk, her smile almost as bright as her hair in the fluorescent lighting. Her fuschia lips wrapped around each word carefully, like she had to physically restrain herself from talking a mile a minute, as was her habit.

If she noticed him standing next to the teleprompter, glaring at her with ice cold eyes and his arms crossed firmly over his chest, she didn’t let on.

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