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This or That?
This or That?
I don’t know why but this looks to me like I’m on an operation table receiving surgery from cats
Nevermind this is it
When radiologists take a selfie
Wait I’ve seen this
the seven + nico; name meanings
★ orphan black tv tropes → alison hendrix
Everyone should watch this video at least once.
Everyone go watch Ashley’s amazing response to a video I made awhile back about depression and mental health stigma.
Olivia Benson, the most influential woman of my early adulthood, telling you what’s up.
idk i tried to scroll past this but it’s too perfect
if you don’t love benson you’re wrong
I had to do it! The pack wouldn’t be complete without all five!!~
Saw a post that shotaconsensual had saying they got sad feels after thinking about Wolf’s Rain so I made this C:
Did I mention I love Wolf’s Rain?
Arrow, The Complete Second Season DVD Release:→ David Ramsey & Emily Bett Rickards on the gag reel.
If he wants me broken,
then I will have to be w h o l e
this is the most beautiful and amazing thing i have ever read in my entire life and it makes me so so happy
So since this scene is supposed to be from 3x03 and we’ve been told that its a very intense and heartfelt scene, i wanted to write how it went down in my mind. Here goes nothing:
The lair was quite, not many words had been exchanged between the the team after Oliver, Diggle and Roy had come back from Corto Maltese. The search for Thea hadn’t gone too well. Roy ended up getting a bullet through his arm, Diggle didn’t get the lead he needed. And Oliver, well nothing had gone his way lately. In fact he felt as though his life had turned upside down in the past couple of weeks.
The girl who was sitting in front of him, the girl who had spend the last few days on his mind, the girl who looked so beautiful and gorgeous even though it had looked like she’d been crying and hadn’t gotten enough sleep lately, the girl whom he was in love with, well, he didn’t know why she was still sitting where she was. He had been so harsh and sour towards her lately, it’s like he wanted her to hate him. He couldn’t fathom why things had to go south with Felicity.
He wanted that evening to be the best hes had in a long time, he had hopes for it. He wanted to spend that evening looking at her while she smiled and laughed angelically. He wanted to spend it looking at her, all of her, her hair that was falling into place so perfectly, her eyes that illuminated so brightly with hope and kindness. Her lips, man did he want to look at her lips. He thought of kissing her goodnight when he dropped her back at her house if things went very well, but they hadn’t, things didn’t go well at all. And he couldn’t help but wonder if this was all a big joke from the man upstairs. It’s like the world was cursing him and all his hopes and wishes. And world and it’s screwed up so-called “fate”, took away his deepest wish. A chance at actually getting to love someone, not just anyone though, a chance at loving and being loved by Felicity.
But he had to accept it. His also screwed up mentality told him to make this heroic sacrifice, to let her go, to keep her safe. She didn’t take it too well, she said he was being stupid and self-centered. And in truth she was right, and he knew that but he couldn’t take that chance.
After everyone came over the awkward silence and stillness, John had said his goodnight, not in the very “Dig” sincere way, but then again he wasn’t having much of a night himself. Roy had left earlier, disappointed and frustrated in himself, he thought he could use a good night sleep to get over the day, maybe see Thea in one of his dreams.
All that was left in the foundry was Oliver and Felicity, as well as the boiled up tension between them.
Felicity hadn’t said a word to him, she didn’t have the energy to start another fight or even look at him. Oliver on the other hand didn’t stop looking at her, he had so many thoughts going through his head, and they were all about her.
"Felicity" her name ran as smooth as silk out of his mouth.
When she heard her name, her first instinct was to close her eyes. Actually it wasn’t such a bad idea, since they felt so heavy and stiff from everything. Her computers, her crying, her sleepless nights. She took her glasses of and placed them on the table and rubbed her eyes.
"What?" she said it so softly and in a tone unlike hers, it was probably because she hadn’t spoken too much lately. And she said it while she was still facing her computers.
"Can we please talk?"
She turned her chair to look at him with a sad smirk, one that said “I’m tired” and said:
"You wanna talk? What do wanna talk about? Is there anything to talk about with you or do you just wanna talk to offend me somehow? Because that seems to be all your doing lately."
He was so surprised with how angry and serious, yet calm and quiet she was.
"I think you should stop talking like that because you’re over-exaggerating" he said
"Well i think you should stop talking at all because everything that comes out of your mouth nowadays is either crap or even more crap." She said that in an even louder tone this time, still holding her bitter glare. He had to admit, he never really saw this side of her, the side that was just as outraged as he used to be when he came back home from the island.
" If you would let me say what i need to say, you wouldn’t think its crap."
"Doubt it" She spat back in a split second.
"Ok you need to listen" He said but he was quickly interrupted by her
"No you listen. Because i am so tired of listening to anything from you, I’m not gonna sit around anymore and listen to you tell me that you love me but that you can’t be with me, because it is the most stupid an irrelevant excuse you can come up with, and that’s coming from the most person you’ve given stupid and irrelevant excuses and lies to."
"When you’re standing where i am, you wouldn’t think its stupid and irrelevant. Do i love you? I do. I love you too much, but I’m not going to risk your life so i can be with you, I’m doing this for you." He said so fiercely and confidently. But silence overcame them both after that last sentence. Felicity’s eyes began to water, and it wasn’t because he was ‘doing this for her’.
"You are so selfish" her eyes were filled with so much anger and disappointment in him.
" You’re doing this for me" she said quietly, "YOU’RE DOING THIS FOR ME??". Then she screamed it with a traumatizing tone he hadn’t heard before.
"When I come down here in the middle of the night and see you drunk and kissing laurel, here Oliver the place that’s my home as much as it is yours, DID YOU DO THAT FOR ME? When you push me and hurt me and humiliate me, DO YOU DO THAT FOR ME?"
And all the tears stream down her face and it was one of those few moments in her life where she felt so small and useless and disgraced.
And Oliver felt like his feet were planted in the ground. He felt he couldn’t move or speak or do anything. And the he was ashamed of himself. He didn’t know that she hid the fact that she knew about his drunken night with Laurel. He didn’t talk to it about Laurel, they both knew it was a bad mistake.
"All that you’re doing and all that you’ve done is to make me hate you? Do you do that for me? Or do you do it so you can have all your fun with Laurel without my approval?" She was smiling now, tears still there but smiling nonetheless, it was to mock him.
He was trying to reach out, put his hands on her shoulders to calm her down and all that came out of his mouth was her name. Because the truth was he couldn’t say anything else, he didn’t have anything to say because she was right, as she usually is.
"And you know that sad thing is, with all of that you’ve done i have no idea why i am still so blindly in love with you, truth is from where i am standing,you don’t deserve it”
"Felicity I…" was all he could manage before he was cut of yet again.
"No. Nothing else Oliver. I have nothing left to hear from you, i have nothing left to say to you. I’m so tired of all of it" She had settled and became more calm.
"This needs to stop, for a while at least, i don’t know how to do this anymore." She sighed
"Please let me explain Felicity"
"I’m gonna go. I’m not gonna be here for a few days, I’m gonna go see Barry. He woke up, but then again you already knew that. Didn’t you?
She started laughing lightly in surprise and nodded her head to face reality.
"OK, OK Oliver. Anymore surprises you’d like to share?"
Speechlessness fell between them both.
And nothing else was said. She just walked out. And he was left there standing.
He would have rather been buried 6 feet under then repeat the last 2 minutes. He thought no island could ever be the purgatory he was in now. He didn’t know if he had lost the girl he loved for good.
But either way he knew she’d never look at him the same way again
He hoped he’d be wrong, but he just had to wait and see if she would come back….
21 Days until Arrow Season 3: Silhouettes
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