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No Choice to Make: Arrow 2x07 Review (State v. Queen)

Is there anything better than Oliver saving Felicity? The correct answer is no.  Of course, my feminist side is screaming Felicity can take care of herself (and does in most circumstances), but my inner Gloria Steinem needs to zip it.  I want romance novel heroism and “State v. Queen” delivers on a swoon worthy level.

Let’s dig in…

Olicity

This is easily my favorite Oliver protecting Felicity moment because there are so many nuances in their two primary scenes. However, to understand those nuances we have to review a little background information.

The Count escaped from Iron Heights during the earthquake (and released the Dollmaker while he was at it). I love this explanation for returning villains because it makes total sense. Logic in Arrow is rare jewel – treasure the moment.

Moira's trial is under way, but Diggle is not feeling well. Oliver sends John home, but he collapses in the bunker.

Oliver: I heard you passed out.

Diggle: I told Felicity not to call you.

Felicity: Yeah, but before that you said ‘gaw’ and ‘thud’ so I didn’t take it very seriously.

Felicity has John's blood tested and there are trace amounts of Vertigo in his system. They try Oliver’s antidote, but it doesn’t work. Adam Donner, the lawyer prosecuting Moira, also collapses in court due to Vertigo poisoning. The Count kidnaps him and forces him to take the drug to alleviate the withdrawal symptoms. It’s broadcasted live, so everyone affected knows the only cure is Vertigo.

I feel I would make a pretty good drug lord after watching Breaking Bad, Power and Queen of the South. The key to success is return customers, so this is not a half bad plan. You have to admire the Count’s industriousness. Ghost and Walter White would definitely approve.

Oliver hoods up after Felicity tracks Adam Donner’s location through the city seal of the Starling Municipal Records Department, which is reflected in Donner’s eye. Ok, so science is not sciencing in this episode. Felicity is immediately concerned about Oliver.

Felicity: I know what you're thinking.

Oliver: No you don't. I made a choice not put an arrow in this guy and it was the right choice. There’s no more killing.

Felicity was concerned Oliver would regret allowing The Count to live, but it’s just the opposite. He’s doubling down on his vow to Tommy. Oliver is not a conflicted man. He knows he made the right call. That's called growth, my friends.

Felicity’s little assertive nod means she backs Oliver’s decision one hundred percent. In fact, I’m sure she had a whole speech prepared for why not killing The Count was the right thing to do. It’s not just Oliver who believes there is a better way – Felicity and Diggle believe it too. This is as much their mission as it is Oliver’s. They also made a vow to Tommy to do better.

Unfortunately, The Count has caught wind that The Arrow’s aim is not lethal these days. The Count holds his arms wide open – an easy shot – and taunts Oliver to kill him, while Donner is held hostage by a henchman. It’s always a bit of a pickle to determine how Oliver is going to get himself out of these situations without killing. I’m all in favor of the vow he made, but killing does have some practical applications.

Of course, Oliver always finds another way. He fires on some flammable canisters, which creates a fire in a drug factory – clearly against OSHA regulations. Oliver spins and throws a flechette into the henchman’s arm, so he drops Donner and they make their escape.

THIS SCENE IS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT. REMEMBER WHAT OLIVER DID.

Felicity and Diggle determine the common denominator between all those poisoned with Vertigo is a flu vaccine, but they need to be sure. Oliver is busy with his mother’s trial at the courthouse and Diggle can barely walk. Felicity decides recon is on her tonight and seeks out the vaccine distribution van.  Low and behold, there is an entire shelf of Vertigo in the van, but The Count catches Felicity as she snoops.

Oliver and Thea are waiting for their mother’s verdict, which could be coming at any moment, when he receives a call from Felicity. But it’s not Felicity. It’s The Count.

The Count: Oliver? Is it okay if I call you Oliver? Surprised to hear from me, right? Not as surprised as I was. You see, I find this… not unattractive blonde getting all up in my business. And what does she have on her?

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Oliver can hear Felicity crying on the other line and closes his eyes in absolute horror when he realizes she’s being held hostage.

The Count: A Queen Consolidated ID badge. Now, I think to myself, why does that name ring a bell? Oliver Queen. He tried to buy off me last year just before the hood put me in a padded cell. Ipso facto, ARROW.

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Oliver doesn’t bother to contain his rage and without a second thought leaves the courthouse. Thea calls after him, reminding him that the jury will have a verdict anytime. All Oliver can tell her is that something came up at the office, but he cannot hide shakiness in his voice.  Oliver is afraid.

Oliver arrives at Queen Consolidated, suit on but hood down. For practical purposes, he doesn’t need to conceal his identity from The Count because he already figured it out – something so many other characters have failed to do with much more information than he had.

But from a symbolical perspective, the hood down is crucially important. Oliver is not here as The Arrow. He is here as Oliver Queen. This is personal to him. So much of this series is about Oliver struggling to reconcile his two halves – the hood and the man, but Felicity is one of the few people who truly knows both sides. He doesn’t have to hide with her.

Oliver approaches very slowly. He recognizes The Count has the upper hand and he cannot afford any mistakes. Felicity is zip tied to a chair and The Count holds a gun on her while he strokes her ponytail. That action alone sends the creep factor sky high.

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There is a sexual element to Felicity’s kidnapping. The Count referenced her attractiveness on the phone with Oliver. Now he’s stroking her ponytail. Oliver asks The Count what he wants and he responds, “World peace and personal satisfaction. Though not necessarily in that order.” He massages Felicity’s shoulders at “personal satisfaction” in the grossest way possible.

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It’s a thinly veiled threat of sexual assault, which does not go unnoticed by Oliver.  There are few things worse than rape and it serves to amplify Felicity’s terror and Oliver’s powerlessness and rage. If the writers intended to keep Oliver and Felicity strictly platonic they would not introduce this terribly disturbing aspect into the scene.

The Count monologues for a bit longer and tells Oliver someone else hates him almost as much. This mysterious benefactor funded the Vertigo operation, so The Count could draw The Arrow out and kill him. (Spoiler alert: it was Blood).

The Count gets the drop on Oliver and fires off a couple rounds. It forces Oliver to run and dive behind a couch. It always surprised me The Count was able to get the upper hand in this moment, which points to Oliver’s fear for Felicity more than anything. He’s not thinking strategically when it’s her life in danger. He can’t.

The Count cuts the zip ties and grabs Felicity by the ponytail. He drags her to the spot where Oliver was hiding, ready to finish him off, but this time Oliver gets the drop on him. He points an arrow squarely at The Count’s chest, but he is using Felicity as a shield. The Count holds two syringes of Vertigo (a lethal dose) to Felicity’s neck. It’s important to remember Oliver’s antidote for Vertigo did not work on Diggle.

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Don’t ever say to me Felicity Smoak is not a hero. She was willing to die to keep Oliver’s vow to Tommy. Felicity was ready to trade her life for Oliver’s soul. She believes in Oliver, and their mission, that much. What's madness is thinking Oliver would put the vow before her life.

The Count orders Oliver to lower his bow, which he does and tosses the arrow to the floor. Then we see him do something Oliver never does – he tries to negotiate.

Again, Oliver doesn’t bother to hide the fear in his voice which makes the negotiating sound a lot like begging.

The Count: Consider this your penalty for making me go to plan B in the first place.

The Count raises the syringes to Felicity’s neck and Oliver manages to pull not one, but three arrows in rapid succession - killing The Count. 

The look on Oliver’s face when he fires the arrows, tell me two things.  First, this kill is emotional. When Oliver shoots to kill he typically only needs one arrow. The Arrow never misses. Three arrows is excessive.  It is literally overkill which means one thing – pure rage.  

Second, the act is instinctual.  The rapid succession in which he fires the arrows shows there is something programmed deep in Oliver’s bones to protect Felicity. Her life was threatened and his body simply reacted.

Felicity drops to the floor and The Count crashes through the window. Oliver closes his eyes and exhales like he’s been holding his breath the entire time. I think it is part relief and part regret. He doesn’t regret killing that bastard, but regrets he couldn’t find another way this time.   

Or was there? Upon this rewatch I noticed a couple things. First, Laurel was held hostage by the Dollmaker and Oliver did not kill him. (Sara did the honors that time). But consider the scene with Donner. Oliver threw a flechette into the henchman’s hand to free Donner. The henchman let go of Donner as a reflex to the pain. Could Oliver attempt the same with Felicity? Would a flechette in The Count’s arm free her as well?

The point is we’ll never know. Oliver made a calculated risk at the municipal when he fired on the flammable liquid and injured, but didn’t kill, The Count’s henchman. Oliver was willing to take the risk when Donner and Laurel were involved, but not Felicity.

I’ve been watching a lot of Bridgerton, so the next scene screams romance novel to me.

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Oliver makes his way to Felicity who remains crouched on the floor and crying.  He gets down on one knee and tenderly touches her shoulder.

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Felicity immediately flinches in fear at his touch, so Oliver in a voice so soft it’s almost a whisper, gently reassures her. She finally looks up and sees Oliver staring back at her with concern and love. She exhales with relief.

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The shock wears off quickly once she hears Oliver’s voice and feels his hand on her shoulder. Oliver’s first thought is for Felicity, but her first thought is for him. SHIP COUPLES WHO WORRY ABOUT EACH OTHER FOR CLEAR SKIN.

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Oliver moves his uninjured arm from Felicity’s shoulder and cups her face. The man has an actual bullet in his shoulder, but can feel no pain because Felicity Smoak is alive and safe. She is all that matters to him.

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These physical moments are no small thing. Oliver keeps an extremely rigged line with Felicity that he rarely crosses. Shoulder touches are the maximum physical contact he allows and even those are on rare occasion. But she almost died tonight, so Oliver allows himself to take it one step further and touches Felicity’s face.  Oliver’s whispered reassurances in his reserved-for-Felicity-only voice unveil the real intimacy between them. He comforts her. Not in the way Oliver would like, but in the way he can allow. The line is still there, but it’s blurred at the moment.

There is no moment which better encapsulates the two sides of Oliver Queen than this scene. One moment he is a rage filled killer and the next he is a soft spoken, loving and tender man. It is not an accident the two sides merge into one for her. Darkness and light working in perfect cohesion to be the hero Felicity Smoak needed.

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Oliver makes his way back to the courthouse. He is so visibly shaken that Thea asks Oliver if he’s okay. She touches his injured shoulder and Oliver flinches, but it’s not the bullet that’s bothering him. He came too close to losing Felicity. Way too close.

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Sadly, this somewhat reinforces what Oliver said to Felicity in 2x06. There is a direct correlation between proximity to Oliver and danger, so he thinks it’s better to remain emotionally unattached. In his mind, keeping Felicity at arm’s length means keeping her safe.

But there’s what Oliver says and what he feels. He can refuse to acknowledge or act upon his feelings for Felicity, but that does not eradicate them. If Oliver is truly worried about proximity then why does he allow Felicity to be part of the team? Two reasons, Oliver needs Felicity and firmly believes they can protect her. But this was a frightening close call and Oliver’s fear is stemming from a more than friendly place. Felicity Smoak has become too important to him and it is scaring the crap out of him.

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Oliver returns to the bunker after his mother’s verdict to check on Diggle and Felicity. The way he looks Felicity up and down y’all is… a lot. Queen Consolidated is formulating a non addictive antidote for the people with Vertigo poisoning. Moira is not guilty. All’s well that ends well, so Oliver tells Diggle and Felicity to go home and rest.

But Felicity needs to get something off her chest.

Felicity: Oliver, I uh…

The way this man spins at the sound of her voice like he's a golden retriever who saw a squirrel. He is so gone for this woman.

Felicity: I just wanted to say thank you.

Oliver: (nods) Yeah.

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He truly cannot fathom what she is apologizing for and steps much closer than necessary.

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It seems Felicity has inherited a little bit of Oliver’s guilt complex. YOU WERE KIDNAPPED MY PRECIOUS CUPCAKE!!!

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HE. TAKES. HER. HAND. We had a shoulder touch, tender face caressing and now holding hands. At this point, this equivalent to first base for these two. MY BRAIN SHORT CIRCUITED.

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Earlier in the episode, Oliver and Felicity discussed not killing The Count previously and how it was the right decision. Oliver’s certainty in the rightness of the decision solidifies his commitment to his vow to Tommy. It is not something Oliver is questioning or wavering on. 

But Oliver is not qualifying what happened to Felicity in those terms. This is not about right or wrong. In fact, it wasn’t a decision at all. Oliver was not calculating the risks. Oliver was not thinking about a vow, or honoring his best friend, or the mission. His only thought was Felicity and her safety. Oliver simply reacted. All he could see was Felicity. All he could feel was the unbridled rage that came from anyone threatening her life.  It is programmed deep into Oliver’s bones to protect Felicity. There is no rational thought when it comes to her.

Nor does he care if it was right or wrong now. Oliver is not Monday morning quarterbacking the situation. Someone raised a hand to her, so that person is dead. End of discussion.

There is a war happening between Oliver’s mind and his heart. Oliver was clearly thinking with his head when he told Felicity in 2x06 that he will not allow himself to love her. But this episode was a completely different story. Sometimes life and death circumstances bring a much needed moment of clarity. Oliver may believe he has a choice whether or not he loves Felicity, but his actions show his heart knows different. There is no choice to make.

Moira Queen

The trial is not going well, so Moira is forced to testify. Laurel is lead prosecutor now that Donner is infected with Vertigo.  "Conflict of Interest" is flashing in a neon sign. On any planet in the solar system, Laurel would recuse herself. THE INSANITY GIVES ME A MIGRAINE.

Laurel also decides she’d like to get disbarred and visits Moira in prison because they are “family." Yack. Give me a break. She doesn’t want Moira to take the stand because Laurel will have to prosecute her to the best of her ability and use their smoking gun. Sure, because now she cares about legal procedure.

So, Moira comes clean to Oliver and Thea and tells them she had a one night stand with Malcolm Merlyn while married to their father.  The kids are shocked to say the least. Oliver has a solid case of the yicks. Thea is more than a little angry since she accused her mother of having an affair with Merlyn last year. Moira assures Thea it was not an affair, so technically she didn’t lie. Moira should teach Professional Gaslighting 101.

Inexplicably, Moira is found not guilty. (In my notes: Hahaha suck it Laurel)

Even Oliver is wondering what the fuck just happened. Upon release from prison, Moira is driven to a secret location to meet up with none other than MALCOLM MERLYN. His explanation for being alive is basically, “I’m a super awesome actor and faked it.” Oliver – did you check his pulse? What happened to the body? Did we miss a step Team Arrow? CLEARLY WE DID.

Merlyn bought the jury and Moira’s freedom (Ummm thanks I guess?) so he can deliver the second bomb. He ran a DNA test and knows he’s Thea’s father. PLOT TWIST! Honestly, this makes a lot of sense. I wasn't that surprised. Thea looks more like Tommy than she does Oliver.

Wait, this means Thea kissed her brother. Are we just going to Star Wars this and never talk about it again? Works for me.

Stray Thoughts

Oh shut up Laurel. Quit your bitching - me every time she opens her mouth lately.

Ivo is looking for the hosen because it contains coordinates to a sub that sunk in WWII. Whatever is on the sub can save the world. Shado and Oliver hope it can save Slade, so Team Island is going on a submarine field trip!

Slade has burns on half his body and yet he can still move. The man is not human.

"I have this thing about needles, all pointy things, which is ironic given who we work for.” I just love her so much.

David Ramsey is so enormous he doesn’t fit on the table. The mind cannot conceive of all that muscle.

 “Mom secrets are what put you into this situation. Secrets and lies. And now is the time to give truth its day.” Oh the irony, Oliver.

Donner took drugs on live television. Re-election is going to be a real bitch for the DA.

I like the Thea’s boxing moment with Roy. Nice foreshadowing. Girl is going to have a lot of rage to work through.

Laurel did make a good point about Walter and Merlyn. See? I can be positive about her.

OLIVER. STOP. ASKING. LAUREL. IF. SHE. IS. OK. Her whole “how can you possibly forgive me” speech was also nauseating and not believable. I like her better drunk.

“I’m pretty sure they aren’t interested in Buddhism.” Slade is burned over half his body but he jokes.

30-30-175-12 I’m sure that has something to do with the comics but I don’t care.

Some guy named Cyrus survived Blood’s Frankenstein experiment. So that’s not good.

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𝓢𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 1 𝓔𝓹𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓭𝓮 7: 𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮 (𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 2)

It’s been a while since I’ve actually taken the time to work on and finish any of this, so after a long hiatus, here’s the next one

And this one I finally finished writing on November 22nd, 2024, roughly at 2:31am

Back at Russo's, where Oliver and Helena sat across from one another, their conversation continued, "People are always asking me, What did I miss the most?"

He took a deep breath.

"A-a-air conditioning." He stuttered

She smiled as she looked at him.

"Satellite radio."

"Tagliet-uh...ta-"

"Tagliatelle?" She asked

"Right." He said

She listened intently,

"But those are the answers that I give people because those are the answers they're expecting." He admitted

"Why can't you just be truthful?" She asked

"I don't know how truthful I can be."

"You've been through a crucible, and it changed you." She said

"How can it not?", He looked down, and as he did he noticed her cross necklace.

"That's beautiful."

"Your cross." he said

She awkwardly smiled, "It's a gift."

She looked down for a moment before looking back at Oliver, "From my fiance."

"Fiance." He repeated, as he looked down slightly embarassed

"I didn't know you were engaged." He said

"I'm not.." He looked up at her in confusion

"Anymore."

"He died." She said

"I'm sorry," He said empathetically

"Me too." she said sadly

"That was my crucible."

After a moment of silence, he spoke again, "Well.. it's really nice to be with someone that I can be myself with."

"It's nice to be with someone who knows how hard it can be."

His cell phone started vibrating

"I'm really sorry." he said

"It's okay, take it." She said politely.

"Thank you," He said before answering it.

"Yeah." He said

"Hey, It's Dig. Something came up."

"You gotta get out of there and call me back."

He hung up his phone and placed it back in his pocket.

"Helena, I have to go." She looked disappointed.

"There's something I have to do."

"It's about my mother, otherwise, I would stay."

He smiled at her, and she smiled back, "And I would like that."

He slid money over, hoping to cover the bill.

She placed her hand over his, stopping him, "My father would kill me if I let you pay."

As he stood up, he spoke again, "I have a confession."

"Hm?"

"I didn't want to go out with you tonight." He said

"That makes two of us." She replied

"I'm really glad I did."

"That makes two of us."

He turned to leave, "Oliver."

He looked back at her, "Be careful with my father."

He smiled back at her and walked out of the doors of the restaurant.

Moira was in her bedroom reading when there was a knock on her door, "Thea, you don't need to knock sweetheart."

"What about me?" Asked the voice of Malcolm Merlyn as he walked into the room.

Moira looked surprised, and sat up against the headboard of her bed. "I hope you don't mind."

"Thea let me in." He said as he walked over to the end of her bed.

"What are you doing here?" She asked

"I wanted to see how your recovery was going?" He asked

"Well, surely someone of your means has a telephone."

He walked to the side, "I like to see someone when I have something important to talk about."

"We used to be friends, Moira."

She looked away from him and to the side.

"I still remember that time," He continued, "You, me, And Robert."

She looked back at him.

"Which is why I came by." He said before sitting don at the edge of her bed.

"You are a vital part of Starling City's future."

"Robert feared that future. he lost his conviction."

He looked at her intently, "It's been my experience that when someone has a brush with death like you experienced today, even their deepest held convictions can change."

She tilted her head to the side.

"Have they?" He asked

"No." She said almost immediately

"You didn't have to say it. I can see that they haven't." He said with a mix of a smirk and smile as he stood up.

She looked to the side after he turned and left.

𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕤ𖤓ꕤ𖤓

Oliver answered the phone, "What happened?"

Diggle was looking at the computer screens, "Yeah, it's what's about to happen."

"Bertinelli's enforcer, Nick Salvati-" Oliver cut him off, "Yeah. We drank a scotch together."

"He seems like a real stand-up mobster."

"Yeah, well.. He's been paying visits to everyone who owes the mob protection money." Diggle continued

"Diggle." Oliver said in annoyance, "I'm trying to figure out who took a shot at my mother, not take on all of organized crime."

"Well, Listen Oliver.. Salvati and his goons have already put four people in the hospital tonight, and if somebody doesn't stop them, the poor bastard who owns Russo's is gonna be next.

"Wait- Russo's?" Oliver asked surprised

"It's at the corner of Adams and-" Oliver cut him off again, "Yeah, I know where it is, Diggle. I'm here right now."

"What?" Diggle asked shocked

Oliver awkwardly made a face with a sigh on the other side of the line, "I was having dinner with Bertinelli's daughter." he admitted

"Oliver, you're supposed to be going undercover, not speed dating."

"I didn't have a choice."

"Yeah, well.. I've seen her on the web." Diggle said

"I can see you made quite the sacrifice."

Oliver lowered the phone slightly as he heard a car pulling past on the street, he took a look and saw the black vehicle.

He lifted it back up and spoke, "Salvati's here."

He hung up the phone and walked off.

𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕤ𖤓ꕤ𖤓

Mr. Russo was checking with his bookkeeping of the night, and his waitress walked over to the door to lock up for the night, when the door was opened by Salvati.

"I'm sorry we're," They walked past her "closed." she finished in a mumble tone.

Mr. Russo looked up and recognized him, "Oh, Mr. Salvati." He said as he removed his glasses and Nick walked over to him.

"Buona Sera." (which means good evening.)

There was a brief silence, fear was in the air.

"I-I have some fresh-made lasagna." Mr. Russo stuttered out.

"We're not here for food, Mr. Russo." Nick responded cooly

The waitress watched the exchange in a mix of fear and concern, "Your payment's due."

"I already made my payment this month." He said as he looked at him nervously.

"You need to pay again."

"Please, I can't afford to make another payment if I'm going to-" Mr. Russo begged before being cut off, "Going to what?"

Nick was angered as he slapped expensive wine off the counter, the glass shattered and opening the bottles onto the floor, "Restock your bar?"

He sighed, and Nick was irritable. He looked to his men, "Break his fingers."

A man grabbed the back of Mr. Russo's arm, The waitress shoved into him saying "Leave him alone!" In a panicked tone.

"Break hers too." He said in a calculating tone.

"No! Don't touch her!" He screamed at the men as they neared them both.

Through the commotion, suddenly an arrow whistled and hit a power box, cutting out the lights in the place. The Hood rushed in and shoved a mob goon away from the waitress.

After she was freed, the Hood said, "Go." and she made a break for it.

He traded blows with the tree men closest to him, dodging and landing hits all at the same time.

Another mobster shot a pistol at him and missed, and was shoved over the side of a table.

That's when the head to toe black leather covered shooter entered the picture by walking through the doorway.

She fired a shot at one of the mob goons and the slug went through his knee.

She fired four more shots towards other men. A man was hit in the hand and he reeled in pain as he leaned downwards.

The hood spotted her and threw something at her, knocking her gun out of her hand.

He tried to hit her with his bow, but she dodged. She kicked at him towards his knee and he went in for a strike towards her head.

His elbow bonked off her helmet and they turned as they continued to showdown in hand to hand combat maneuvers.

he grabbed her arm, and smacked her against his, hoping to throw her off balance.

she kicked him again, then he shoved her into a table, causing the glass assortments to shatter on the floor.

She punched by the sides of his head. He punched her helmet, and by the second punch, he smashed her visor.

He pulled off her helmet, and Helena was revealed to him. He stood there in shock, and she ran off, making her getaway.

He angrily looked down and removed his hood, his face wore an expression of confusion.

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It was still night and Oliver had gone back to the hideout, he was wearing his suit from dinner as he went through an external crisis, "I don't understand. Why is she targeting her family?"

As Diggle looked at something on the computer, he responded, "I don't know.. And here I thought you had parental issues."

"It's not a joke, Diggle."

"Oliver, you're not falling for this girl, are you?" He asked incredulously as he looked over at him, "Because I know you can't be that crazy."

Oliver looked away briefly, "Helena Bertinelli shot at your mother."

"She also killed four men in cold blood," He reminded him

Oliver decided to go the defense route, "She has to have reasons for what she's doing."

"Reasons?" He said in disbelief.

"Since when do you care about the bad guy's reasons?" He stood up and began walking over to Oliver.

"Oh, she is the bad guy, Oliver."

"She's the killer."

He looked right at him, "And whatever's going on in your head, you better get it straight man."

"Any attempt on his right hand is gonna send your new friend's father on the warpath."

Oliver looked down for a few seconds before responding, saying, "I know what I'm doing."

He looked offended and irate, "Now I know how your family feels when you lie to them." he said before walking off.

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The IT guy was looking at the security feed from the shootout at Russo's, "Is this the only angle you got?" Quentin asked

"The Russo's chintzed out a bit on their security package." The IT guys said

He looked at the black and white footage as it ran, "Somebody is in the wings with a gun shooting at these guys."

"What do you got from earlier?" He asked

"You mean before the shooting?" He asked

"A business dinner, a birthday dinner, a couple of blind dates." The IT guy read off as he watched the scenes

"Any guests of the Chinese persuasion?" Lance asked

"Why?"

"Humor me."

The IT guy clicked the keys on the desktop keyboard and zoomed in on groups of people.

Quentin practically jumped into the screen, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second. What was that?"

"Help yourself." The IT guy said, somewhat annoyed

"Come on.." Quentin said as he scrolled through different angles and shots.

He made it to a final shot where he noticed Oliver Queen with Helena Bertinelli, "Son of a bitch.." He said while shaking his head.

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Back at the Queen Mansion, there was a knock on the door and Oliver answered it.

"Detective, Oliver said, seemingly genuinely surprised.

"Is everything okay?"

Lance silently walked in through the door, "Your, um.. buddy with the arrows was at Russo's last night." He looked at him

Oliver looked directly back, "And I was there earlier with a date."

"So.. What, you think I'm the hood guy again?" Oliver joked

Quentin let out a laugh, it was unamused. "No.."

"Your date. Helena Bertinelli." He said

"If I were you, I'd stay away from her."

"Her family's bad news on a good day."

"Why the sudden concern for my well being?" Oliver asked

He took a deep breath, "A few weeks ago, I made a mistake."

"I almost got you killed."

"And you felt like you owed me one?" Oliver asked surprised.

"If I did.. As far as I'm concerned, this clears the books." He said, before turning on his heel and walking out of the mansion.

Oliver shut the door behind him, his expression was almost unreadable.

At The Merlyn estate, from Malcom to another, they were engaged in a fencing match. Tommy walked over quickly, as the swords clacked against one another, "Can I talk to you?"

a moment later, there was no response, so Tommy spoke up irately, "Dad!"

As Malcom continued to fence, he responded, his tone breathy, "In case you haven't noticed, I'm a little occupied at the moment."

"I just talked to the accountant."

with each statement, his voice was more angry and irritated, "He said my accounts were frozen. He said my credit cards were all cancelled."

Without skipping a beat, he responded, "I pay Sandy a King's ransom each year in fees, Tommy. If he says it's so... It's so."

"Do you think this is a joke?" Tommy asked angrily

"No,"

He flipped off his mask. "You are."

"Although I must say, your chronic irresponsibility and terminal laziness has lost its humor."

He looked at Tommy, he too, was slightly annoyed, "You're wondering why now."

"The better question is, why not sooner?"

Tommy paused, he was angry as he took a moment to finally speak up as he stared down his father, "It's..it's my trust fund."

"Which is comprised of my money." Malcom retorted.

With his evil grin, he continued, "Oh.. Excuse me."

He lightly patted/slapped the side of Tommy's face twice, "Was comprised."

He turned back to face his opponent, and flipped his helmet back on. No longer paying any mind to Tommy.

He walked away as Malcom continued to fence.

𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕤ𖤓ꕤ𖤓

Outside of a church, Helena was kneeling behind the grave of her dead fiancée. She reached for her cross necklace, but to her surprise she couldn't feel it. She had realized she must've dropped it, and looked confused as Oliver walked up from behind., "Helena."

"How did you find me here?" She asked not looking up

"I followed you from your house."

He looked ahead and saw the grave she was in front of, "Your Fiancé?"

She looked down to the ground, "Yeah."

She made her way back up to her feet and turned around to finally face him, "You said that losing him was your own crucible. That it changed you."

"You didn't say how."

She looked around, the pain in her eyes was clear.

"When you love someone as much as I loved him, with all of your heart, and you can't just turn that emotion off when they're taken from you."

"You still feel things as deeply."

"And if it can't be love that you feel, then.. it becomes hate."

"Hate for who?" He asked

She began to walk, and stopped at him, "Oliver.. You should stay away from me." She said before continuing to walk.

"Helena." He called after her and followed.

Suddenly a vehicle was coming and skidded to a stop on the street in front of them. The doors were opened and Nick Salvati came out.

He pointed a gun at her, "Get in."

She was grabbed in the arms by two men, and Oliver raised his arms up in surrender.

They were both restrained in a warehouse, to chairs.

"My father is going to kill you for this." Helena said

Nick walked over with an angry smile on his face, and slapped her so hard that the force sent her to the ground.

Oliver angrily clenched his teeth, and began work on untying his zip cuffs.

"I've been waiting to do that for years."

One of the other men picked up the chair and dragged her back into it, "Spoiled bitch."

"I knew it was someone from the inside waging war against your father and me." He continued,

"I just never thought it'd be this inside."

He had the cross in between his fingers, and it dangled in front of her face, "You dropped this at Russo's."

"You're smarter than I gave you credit for, Nicky." She said cooly

"You're not." He said, and as he was ready to slap her again, Oliver interrupted, "Hey!"

"You're a business man, right?" He said as he looked at him

"So let's talk business."

Helena was now working on the zip cuffs tying her arms together.

"I can offer you a lot of money if you let us go."

"This isn't about money, Richie Rich." Nick said, almost insulted

"This is about loyalty."

"He's got nothing to do with any of this." She defended as he looked at Oliver

"Then what the hell is it about?" He asked

She was cold, vengeful and still in clear pain, facing the demons of her past as she spoke again, "My father had Michael murdered."

Oliver was listening, mentally putting the situation together in his head. At the same time Nick let out a laugh.

"Of course he did," He circled around her chair.

"He didn't want you to know the truth."

"Your rat.." He grabbed her by the back of her hair aggressively, "Of a fiancé, was gathering evidence."

"He was talking to the friggin' FBI."

He looked directly into her eyes with malice, and the glance was mutual, "The love of your life was going to destroy your father."

"You're wrong." She said

He let go, with a less than thrilled smile

"I found a laptop in Michael's bag, Helena." He said in irritation, seeing her as naive.

"Everything that could send your father and I to prison for the rest of our lives, was on there."

"that computer-"

She clenched her eyes shut and interrupted, "-Was mine."

"Michael wasn't the one talking to the FBI."

"I was."

"You?" He asked with a mixture of disgust and disbelief.

So much hatred laced her tone. "My father is a monster."

More venom filled her tone as she continued to speak, "He doesn't care who he hurts to keep his money and power, and I wanted it to stop."

Oliver was focusing on getting out of his restraints as Nick spoke up again, "Well, then it's your fault Michael's dead."

"Not your father for ordering the hit. Or me for carrying out."

This was information that she hadn't known.

"Yours."

The surprise was still in her voice, but dulled. "You shot Michael?"

He grabbed her by the sides of her face, "In the chest, so he knew it was me."

Oliver was angered, though his expression hid it well.

"Just..."

Oliver struggled against the zipcuffs as Nick pulled out a gun.

"Like.."

Oliver broke them apart

"This.." He sprung out of his chair and ran at him, shoving him down before he got the shot in.

Nick fell to the floor and one of the other cronies came at Oliver from behind.

Helena finally broke free of her own restraints and kicked the man next to her in the shin.

As another mobster tried to shoot at Oliver, he used the second guy as a human shield and four shots fired through his chest before he slumped. Oliver kicked the body into the man with the gun.

As Nick tried to reach for his gun among his fight with Helena, she kicked it away from him and reached for him. But he grabbed and flipped her over.

Oliver punched the other mobster twice, and as he tried to land a hit on Oliver her grabbed and blocked his arm and twisted it back. A crack was heard before he flipped him over.

From on her knees, Helena punched him and moved back to her feet, kicking Santoni in the back of the head, making contact with the side of her calf.

He rolled over and made his way back onto his feet. Her fist made contact with his face as he got back up.

He also punched her back in the face.

Oliver smacked down the other mobster with his own gun. He sidestepped him and went behind him, grabbing him around the neck, knocking him unconscious.

Helena grabbed Nick by the throat and had him in a chokehold, his face turned red as she was struggling to get the right amount of strength.

"You're gonna burn in hell for what you've done." He spat

"It'll be worth it." She growled back

Oliver cracked his guy's neck as he watched. And than she punched Nick in just the right spot, killing him instantly.

"Helena." He said as he looked at her.

"I didn't have a choice Oliver," She said as she looked back at him.

"No one can know my secret."

Detective Hilton walked passed the case board in the center of the SCPD as he walked over to Quentin, speaking, "CSU didn't find any useable prints, except for the three victims."

"One of them had a GSW to the chest."

Quentin reviewed his papers. "So who broke the necks of Salvation and his buddy?"

"It's been a while since the Hood has done that, besides there were no arrows on the scene." Lucas replied

"For all of our sakes, we had better hope that Bertinelli believes it's the hood. If he thinks it's the Triad... we're gonna be facing guerrilla warfare on our streets."

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Laurel was in her apartment, she had received an email asking if she'd be around Gotham anytime soon. One she had failed to even attempt to respond to.

She wanted to get her life back on track. It needed to stay normal. So that meant keeping capes and vigilantes on the other side of the glass door as much as possible.

Suddenly there was a knock on her door and she had walked over to answer it.

She looked through to the outside, seeing it was Tommy and opened the door. He had looked upset.

"Is everything okay?"

"I- uh spoke to my dad today." He replied as he stood in the doorway.

"I'm sure that went well." She said as he walked in.

“Yeah.. something like that.” He said as he followed her inside

“He explained to me what went wrong with my account.”

They sat down on her couch.

“He cut me off completely. My card, checking account, stock portfolio… all of it.” He said

“My car got repossessed… that was fun.” He sighed

“And I have until the end of the month to move out of my apartment.”

She looked at him as he sighed in a slight anguish. She placed her hand on his shoulder in comfort.

“You are gonna be just fine Tommy.”

She let out a light smirk, “You have me.”

“And… you know I have a mushroom and Olive Mario Pizza in my refrigerator, waiting to be eaten.” She said as she leaned back against him

He finally let out his warm smile.

“I suppose it’s already paid for, right?” He asked as he looked into her eyes.

“Exactly.” She whispered back with a smile

𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕥ𖤓ꕤ𖤓ꕤ𖤓

In the mansion, Moira was sleeping in her bedroom when Walter walked in, moving the hair from out of her face.

Her eyes slowly opened, and she saw him.

“When did you get back?” She asked him.

“Just now.” He said, sitting on the ledge of the bed.

She moved herself, sitting upwards.

“I missed you,”

“But did you only come back because you heard I was hurt?” She asked

“I was already on my way when Thea called.” He said

“Truth is, I missed my wife.” He said

Oliver was standing and saw through the doorway as they kissed, and as he turned around and began to move away, he saw Thea walking in his direction.

“Is she alright?” Thea asked

“Walter’s home.” He clarified in a low whisper as they stopped in the middle of the hall.

“She’s gonna be fine.” He said reassuringly.

She took a deep breath and looked at him, “I’m, uh sorry… if I was kind of a bitch earlier.”

“There were a few times actually, if you wouldn’t mind telling which-“ he joked

“Okay, don’t push it.” She replied

“Don’t worry,” he said with a small laugh

“You weren’t a bitch. Okay- well maybe a little bit when we were at the hospital…”

“Look I’m just worried about you.” She sighed.

“You just seem so lonely.”

“And I know we all have our secrets..”

She gestured to him, “clearly,”

“I understand if you don’t want to share them with us, and that’s okay… but I think you should with someone.” She kissed him on the cheek, then hugged him before moving off.

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In her bedroom, Helena was waking out in her bathrobe after taking her shower, and she spoke, “I’d ask you how you got in here, but I assume that’s easy work for the Star City vigilante. Isn’t that right?”

He was in deadpan stare ahead to the outside mode as he asked, “How did you know?”

“You really expected me to see the way you fought, the look in your eyes hand not immediately figure it out?” She asked as she walked over to him.

“You were changed by that island. Changed in ways only someone like I could understand.”

He sighed

“No. What you’re doing.. it might feel like justice, but it’s revenge.”

She rolled her eyes as they watered in annoyance.

“Sometimes that’s exactly what justice is.”

“You father killed your fiancé.” He said

“And what did your father do to you?” She asked in anger as she walked closer to him.

“Isn’t that what the hood stands for? Fighting to set things right?!” She asked

“How exactly is your vendetta more valid than mine?”

“We’re the same.”

“No, we’re not.” He pressed

She scoffed.

“Hiding in plain sight.”

“Concealing our anger behind smiles and lies?”

Tears formed in her eyes.

“Don’t lie to me Oliver.”

“You feel the same as I do, I know it.” She said

He looked at her face, “Why are you crying?”

She paused for a moment.

“I don’t know..”

“Maybe it’s because I’ve been alone in my hate for so long.”

“I feel..”

He looked into her eyes, “it feels good to tell the truth.”

It was as if they were reading one another.

And then, he kissed her. And it didn’t take long before they started making out.

[vigilskeep]

ENGLISH Ferelden?! World of Thedas literally shows Calenhad, their legendary founder king IN A KILT.

Among other things. The Kilt Bit just sticks out, there is a lot more there in text an subtext.

as we all know, people called duncan, bryce, cailan, fergus, teagan, eamon, irving, malcolm, moira, alistair, niall, and loghain mac tir are english. super english. 100%

[jackiequick]

Bravery in Her Blood | April Merlyn♡

-> Face Claim: Grace Phipps

Name: April Roberta Merlyn-Queen

Aliases/Nicknames: Ally, Robbie, Goldie, Sparrow

Age: 8-22 years old (age depending on appearance)

Height: 5'2

Birthday: March 20

Zodiac Sign: Pisces  

Family:

Biological Father: Tommy Merlyn

Biological Mother: Isla Mendes

Uncle/Adoptive Father Figure: Oliver Queen

Aunt/Mother Figure: Dinah Laurel Lance

Aunt: Thea Queen

Uncle: John Diggle

Biological Grandfather: Malcolm Merlyn

Grandmother: Moira Queen

Grandfather: Robert Queen

Background:

April Roberta Merlyn, known affectionately as "Robbie" or "Goldie," was born into a complex family with connections to both the Merlyn and Queen families. Her childhood was marked by the dynamic relationships within her family, including her close bond with her biological father, Tommy Merlyn, and her adoptive father figure, Oliver Queen.

Raised primarily by Tommy, April grew up as a daddy's girl, cherishing her time with him and viewing him as the best father figure in her eyes. Her relationship with her Aunt Laurel also played a significant role in her upbringing, with Laurel serving as a maternal figure and role model for April.

Despite the challenges and turmoil within her family, April developed a protective streak, often finding herself entangled in their struggles and challenges. Her loyalty to her family was unwavering, even as she grappled with her own fears and vulnerabilities.

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Personality:

April Roberta Merlyn is a dynamic and multifaceted individual. She is ambitious and determined, always striving to achieve her goals and make her mark on the world. Her wit and charisma make her a natural at connecting with others, and her courage and compassion shine through in her interactions. 

April is also creative and imaginative, often using her talents in writing and photography to express herself and capture the beauty of the world around her. Her loyalty and kindness are unwavering, making her a reliable and supportive friend.

Despite her positive attributes, April has her struggles. She can sometimes be lazy and unmotivated, preferring the comfort of her own world to facing challenges head-on. Darkened by revenge for what happened to her father and hatred towards her grandfather. Trust issues and feelings of hopelessness occasionally cloud her judgment, leading to moments of jealousy and rash decisions. 

However, her faithfulness and respect for others usually guide her back on track. April's journey is one of growth and self-discovery, as she learns to balance her strengths and weaknesses while navigating the complexities of her family's legacy and her own aspirations.

Skills and Interests:

April is a talented writer and aspiring copywriter/content writer, with a passion for storytelling and creative expression. She enjoys photography, writing, and occasionally playing the guitar in her free time. In her youth, she created videos using her Barbies, showcasing her early creative instincts.

April also has experience playing baseball and possesses basic combat skills, having learned archery and firearm handling from Oliver, Diggle, and Laurel. Despite her initial reluctance to engage in combat, April eventually embraces these skills as a means of self-defense and protection for herself and her loved ones.

Relationships:

While April is single for the most part, she develops occasional crushes on individuals like Dick Grayson, Superboy, and others. Her friendships extend to superheroes like Supergirl, The Flash, Batgirl, The Atom, Starfire, Miss Martian, and Beast Boy, among others, highlighting her ability to form meaningful connections beyond her family.

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Likes:

Writing and storytelling

Photography

Playing the guitar

Making videos using her Barbies (when she was younger)

Baseball

Spending time with her family and friends

Watching comfort movies

Dislikes:

Betrayal and manipulation

Feeling trapped or powerless

Uncertainty and instability

Conflict and violence

Being lied to or deceived

Feeling isolated or alone

Professional Aspirations:

April aspires to become a copywriter or content writer, leveraging her passion for writing and storytelling to pursue a career in creative and strategic communication. She envisions herself using her skills to craft compelling narratives and connect with audiences through impactful and engaging content.

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Strengths:

Ambitious and determined

Charismatic and witty

Courageous and compassionate

Respectful and kind

Creative and imaginative

Faithful and loyal

Weaknesses:

Tendency towards laziness and lack of motivation

Struggles with trust issues and feelings of hopelessness

Prone to bouts of jealousy and rash decision-making

Vulnerable to manipulation and exploitation by others

Difficulty managing intense emotions and conflicts

Can become hateful and switch sides depending on the situation

Challenges & Turmoils:

April has faced numerous challenges and traumas shaped by the tumultuous events surrounding her family's past and their involvement in dangerous conflicts. The custody battle between Oliver and Malcolm placed her in the center of a power struggle, along with issues within the League of Assassins, forcing her to confront her own fears and vulnerabilities.

The death of her father, Tommy Merlyn, in a tragic accident deeply impacted April, leaving her grappling with grief and loss. The traumatic events surrounding her aunt, Thea Queen, further tested April's resilience and fortitude, exposing her to violence and danger that threatened her sense of security and stability.

Despite these challenges, April has demonstrated remarkable strength and resilience, navigating the complexities of her family's legacy and finding her own path amidst the chaos and turmoil. Her journey towards self-discovery and healing promises to be a compelling narrative of growth and redemption.

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->Discovery of Oliver's Secret Identity:

One evening, during a lavish party at the Queen mansion, chaos erupted as intruders infiltrated the premises, sending guests fleeing for safety. Amidst the confusion, April found herself separated from her family, lost in the crowd as panic spread throughout the house.

As she sought refuge on an upper floor, April stumbled upon a masked figure clad in green, engaged in a fierce battle with the intruders across the hall. Fear gripped her as she instinctively reached for the nearest objects, hurling them towards the intruder in a desperate attempt to defend herself.

To her surprise, the masked figure approached her with caution, his voice gentle and reassuring as he spoke. April's initial fear gave way to curiosity as the figure revealed himself to be none other than her uncle, Oliver Queen, known to the world as the vigilante Green Arrow.

In disbelief, April questioned Oliver's motives and identity, uncertain of whether to trust him. However, Oliver's gentle demeanor and familiarity with her family's history convinced her of his sincerity.

With a mixture of shock and awe, April watched as Oliver removed his hood, revealing his face beneath the mask. In that moment, the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, and April realized the truth about her uncle's secret identity.

Overwhelmed by the revelation, April struggled to comprehend the implications of Oliver's double life as both her beloved uncle and the masked vigilante who fought to protect their city. However, as Oliver extended his hand in reassurance, April made a silent promise to keep his secret, knowing that their bond as family was stronger than any mask or disguise.

With a newfound sense of understanding and connection, April emerged from the encounter with a deeper appreciation for her uncle's heroism and the sacrifices he made to keep their family safe. As she reunited with her loved ones, April carried with her the weight of Oliver's secret, a silent guardian of the truth amidst the chaos of their tumultuous lives.

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Archery and Marksmanship:

April possesses a natural talent for archery, honing her skills with dedication and passion. She first discovered her love for the sport under the guidance of her uncle Oliver, who recognized her potential and encouraged her to pursue marksmanship as a means of self-defense.

Though April also knows how to handle firearms, her favorite weapon of choice is a crossbow. She finds comfort and familiarity in the weapon's design and mechanics, favoring its precision and versatility in combat situations.

Whether at home or at the Arrow Cave, April can often be found practicing her marksmanship with her crossbow, fine-tuning her aim and mastering her technique. She approaches each shot with determination and focus, channeling her passion and conviction into every arrow she looses.

As she grows in skill and confidence, April embraces her aunt Thea's words of wisdom, remembering what she's fighting for with every shot she takes. 

The quote, "If you remember what you're fighting for, you'll never miss your target.”, becomes a mantra for April, guiding her in both her marksmanship and her life's journey as a guardian of justice and defender of her family.

With her unwavering determination and her trusty crossbow in hand, April stands ready to face whatever challenges may come her way, knowing that as long as she keeps her eyes on her target and her heart set on her purpose, she will never miss the mark.

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—April Roberta Merlyn is a young woman shaped by the legacy of her family and her own personal trials, continuously growing and discovering her path.

As she navigates the challenges ahead, one thing is certain: her story is far from over, and the future holds endless possibilities for this resilient and determined heroine.

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[kitkatt0430]

Just had a vague fic idea

Hartley moved to Starling after being disowned (not long after Oliver gets shipwrecked), moved into a cheap apartment in the Glades despite Moira's frantic insistence on helping him and having him live *anywhere* else. Hartley's being prideful and he can afford this cheap apartment all on his own. Moira figures she's got a few years to talk him out of there.

However, Hartley's pride to do it all on his own lasts until his hot water heater dies and starts spitting out rusty water... and he learns that all the water heaters in the building are doing this, the first one having given out over a year ago. Shitty landlord is doing nothing to fix this.

So Hartley goes to Laurel because this exactly what CNRI helps with and not only does Laurel get them their new water heaters but she gets it to where the tennants now own their apartments/collectively own the building because the landlord cannot afford to pay back all the money they won in court and Hartley thought it'd be funny if they could trick the guy into putting up the deed to the building as collatoral in such a way that failing to pay real monies by x date meant forfeiting the deed in the place of the money. Which means as long as the taxes and utilities on the building get paid... no one living in there owes rent anymore because they are their own landlords now.

Community garden goes up on the roof 'cause who is gonna tell them 'no' now? They pool together funds for new washer/dryers for the laundry room on the first floor, it's great.

Hartley - So how many other buildings does this guy own?

Laurel - *sees where Hartley is going with this* By the time we're done with him, zero.

Eventually they become the Pied Piper and The Black Canary 'cause they're just... cleaning up the neighborhoods one sleezy landlord at a time. And sometimes this means sneaking into buildings late at night to peek at the paperwork. Or 'borrow' paperwork.

Malcolm can't figure out who their alter egos really are, it's pissing him off so bad. He figures they've gotta be amateurs though, right? He can go in as the Dark Archer and scare (or kill) them off. He... did not expect the sonic tech.

[atlasalexanderwrites]

Welcome Home Baby Brother Pt. 2 (a Queen!Reader x Malcolm Merlyn verse One Shot....PT. 7)

IMAGINE...being the eldest child to Robert Queen, (Being in a relationship with Malcolm Merlyn,) and having dinner for the first time since your baby brother, Oliver, came back from the dead after five, long years.

Word Count: 2,437

Warning: Possible out-of-character canon characters! Spoilers for any readers who haven’t watched Arrow (I guess lol)

A/N: I hope you all enjoy it!

Previous Parts - 1 2 3 4 5 6

“So, do you plan on telling him about you and Mr. Merlyn?” The question from Thea as the two of you were seated in her room waiting for Oliver to get out of the shower and for dinner to be ready made you flinch and look up from your cell where you had been attempting to do some work for Queen Consolidated while you waited.

You knew that it was going to be brought up, but you had hoped that it would wait until tomorrow.

No. You had no intention of telling Oliver about you and Malcolm. Not only was it something you didn’t know how to bring up, but it was also something that maybe your baby brother didn’t need to know about just yet.

Your gaze fell to your left hand where the diamond ring sat. Malcolm had proposed only a few months earlier during a three-week business trip in France for a joint Queen Consolidated and Merlyn Global business deal. Since then, neither of you had spoken about setting a date or anything to do with a wedding ceremony. A part of you was nervous to bring it up; you didn’t want to make Malcolm feel pressured and didn’t want to somehow, accidentally, bring up memories that would sadden him or anger him by reminding him of Tommy’s mother. The other part of you was nervous to bring it up to Malcolm because…because you weren’t sure you wanted to be married to Malcolm Merlyn. Not right now. Not with Oliver being alive and home and all those suspicions about Malcolm being involved with the Gambit bringing up not anger but dread.

You couldn’t imagine what would happen if that box got opened. You weren’t sure you wanted an answer to whether Malcolm had a hand in your family’s yacht going down.

“Oliver doesn’t need to know about my love life, Thea. There is no reason he needs to be told. Besides, it is probably best that we don’t overwhelm him too much. It’s like…how Mom wants to not bother Oliver with her and Walter just yet. Oliver needs time to settle and adjust. No doubt, he’s hardly at any time to mourn dad or…or even Sara.”

Thea nodded as you spoke and then rolled her eyes saying, “So, you’re scared to tell him?”

“Terrified.”

How could you not be?

Oliver from five years ago had been an asshole, but he still tried to fight every boyfriend you had ever had.

The last thing you needed was Oliver trying to fight Malcolm the moment he got back to Starling City, not to mention the awkwardness that could pop up between Oliver and Tommy as a result.

Sighing, you stood and brushed a hand through your hair while saying, “Look, I promise that I will tell Oliver, but for tonight lets keep that between us.”

“Us and Tommy, mom and Walter, Raisa, most of Starling City, and…” Thea continued as the two of you walked out from her room and headed downstairs.

She wasn’t wrong. Too many people knew and too many people could let it slip to your brother. But if you were being honest, your biggest concern was Moira. She hadn’t budged even a little on her dissatisfaction toward your relationship with Malcolm, and Moira took every opportunity she could find to try and keep the two of you apart. Even with you now living in Malcolm’s home.

It had been amusing at first, then weird, and then frustrating. It was like there was something she was trying to tell you without telling you.

Like Moira knew something about Malcolm she wanted you to know but couldn’t bring herself to spell it out.

“Tommy!” Thea grinned as she bounded down the last few steps and practically skipped over to where Tommy and Oliver stood, reconnecting in the entryway.

You met the gaze of your brother’s best friend (who just happened to be your fiancé’s son as well) and forced an awkward smile as Tommy greeted Thea. The two of you were on good enough terms, but you also knew each other’s secrets – secrets that neither of you wanted Oliver to know about just yet. It made the situation uncomfortable, and you were kicking yourself for not having spoken openly about it with Tommy before this dinner.

“Well, this is a sight that I have missed.” You finally spoke up, plastering a smile on your lips as you closed the gap between yourself and the others. “And to think Starling City was only just beginning to heal from the terror of Oliver Queen and Thomas Merlyn.”

Most of Starling City probably didn’t care that Oliver had returned. Those who were excited were, of course, your family and Oliver’s party friends.

Still, the thought of having Oliver home meant that there was a chance for some semblance of the familiar. As close to the “good old times” that you could get to with your dad being gone.

“We will try not to do anything too crazy.” Oliver smiled. His voice soft. He sounded sincere, like he truly had zero intention of being his old self, and his eyes held a softness that younger Oliver would have never shown – it would have ruined his party boy persona.

“Make sure you don’t.” you laughed as Risa stepped into the hall announcing that dinner was about to be served.

Thea snorted, “Let’s not keep mom waiting.”

Oliver chuckled at your sister’s attitude and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, teasing Thea about “Making mom happy” as they followed after Risa.

You couldn’t help but chuckle knowing that your stepmother or Walter had sent Risa to “collect” the four of you; no doubt, Moira was having flashbacks from your childhood to when you, Oliver, and Thea would get so caught up in something the three of you had chosen to do together that it would take your father coming home and being “stern” for the three of you to finally come back to reality.

The thought was bittersweet, but you didn’t mind it. You appreciated that you could remember things like that. Over the past five years, there had been plenty of days where memories of your brother and father had been the only thing that helped you get out of bed and get on with your life.

“Hey Y/n,” Tommy hissed, grabbing your arm, and stopping you from following after your brother and sister. He waited for the two of them to be out of earshot before saying, “Listen I just…wanted to make sure we were on the same page about…things. Like, what gets told to Oliver and what can be saved for some other time.”

You knew what he was talking about, and it had nothing to do with you and Malcolm.

It was kind of sweet that Tommy was so concerned about telling Oliver certain things because he wasn’t sure how his lifelong friend would react. It spoke volumes on how much Tommy respected and cherished his friendship with your baby brother.

You whispered his name and offered a small smile as your gaze slipped to your left hand and the diamond engagement ring that sat there. The smart thing would be to remove the ring altogether. After all, if Oliver didn’t see the ring, then he couldn’t ask about it, but you didn’t want to give the impression that you were ashamed of Malcolm and that you wanted to hide your relationship with him.

“I promise that I won’t say anything to Oliver about what you’ve been up to the last five years as long as you don’t say anything about me and your father. I just...I haven’t figured out how to tell Oliver about us yet.”

Tommy stared at you for a long moment, taking in what you had said, and then breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. “Alright, alright. Thank you, Y/n. I…thank you.”

“Any time, Tommy.” And you moved into the dining room to join the others.

While Tommy and Thea sat to either side of Oliver, you chose to sit across from Walter placing Moira (and Oliver) at the head of the table. You didn’t mind as it gave you a chance to speak softly to your stepmother and Walter about Queen Consolidated and it gave Thea the chance to soak up as much of Oliver’s attention and closeness as she desired. Thea needed that. She had been only thirteen when the Gambit went down – life was hard enough for Thea with being in her early teens, the loss of your father and brother hadn’t helped things at all.

Besides, you would have plenty of time to catch up with Oliver.

It isn’t like he’s going anywhere any time soon.

“…I was hoping to swing by the office.” Oliver’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you quickly snapped your full attention in his direction.

“Queen Consolidated?” you laughed, interrupting whatever Walter had been saying as a response to your brother. “You want to go to…how hard did you hit your head while on that island?” you teased while lifting your glass of wine to your lips.

“I had a lot of time to think while I was away.” Oliver smiled, although it didn’t reach his eyes. “I need something to do with my time, and I was thinking, why not make that something the family business?” his blue eyes looked from you to your mother and then back on you, “Unless this is your way of saying you want the company all to yourself?”

“Shut up, brat.” You laughed with a playful roll of your eyes, “I think it’s a brilliant idea for you to have a hand in Queen Consolidated. Dad would want it.”

“Then it’s settled.” Moira was beaming, clearly happy that Oliver had matured enough to show an interest in your family’s business.

You were proud of Oliver as well, but you couldn’t help but wonder what exactly had motivated your baby brother to want to take an active role in Queen Consolidated. Surely, most people who came back from the dead would want to take some time to rest and readjust to life. But Oliver didn’t seem to want to do that.

Actually, that look on his face…it’s determination. He’s home and he has a list of things he plans to do.

But what?

What has happened to you, Olive?

*

When you were younger, the thing you feared the most was that your baby brother and sister would hate you. That they would grow up and realize how lame you were, and they would then want nothing to do with you.

That morning when you got that call that the Queen’s Gambit had gone down, that your father and brother were lost at sea and presumed dead, you felt so silly for your childhood fears. You knew then that the worst thing imaginable was having those you loved ripped away from you in a moment, in the blink of an eye, without warning.

And now, standing outside with Oliver and avoiding going home to an empty house, you felt that fear in your stomach. Like this was all a dream and that you would wake up, having imagined Oliver being alive, and you would be back in that cold, dark world where your baby brother was gone. Taken from you by fate? A tragic accident at sea? Or…at the hands of unknown enemies.

“So,” Oliver sighed, turning to you with a smile, “When do I get to meet the person who gave you that?” he gestured toward crossed arms, at your engagement ring.

“The wedding?” you shrugged, trying to play it cool at first as you looked anywhere but at him. “It…the engagement is actually pretty new. We don’t have a set date yet.”

“Does mom disapprove?” Oliver asked the question softly, his gaze locked on you so tenderly.

You snorted, “Of course she does. Mom…doesn’t think he’s good enough or me. Which is crazy because he’s a businessman, he’s very successful, and his company actually has a lot of dealings with Queen Consolidated.” Your amusement turned to frustration as you spoke, frowning at your own words and the reminder that Moira could pop off and spill the beans about you and Malcolm at any moment.

“Do I know him?”

Your cheeks flushed at his question, and you found yourself chewing on your bottom lip instead of answering.

Humming, Oliver nodded and leaned toward you, placing a kiss to the side of your head as a sleek, black limo pulled up. “I know that I don’t have to worry about you, Y/n. You’re the smartest out of us all. If you’re sure enough about this guy to marry him, then I will trust you and try to wait patiently for you to introduce me to him.”

“Ollie.” You murmured, eyes filling with tears as you wrapped your arms around him, tucking your face into his shoulder as he returned the hug. “I fucking missed you, Oliver.”

He nodded in agreement, saying “I missed you too, Y/n.”

It took all you had to pull away from him, and it was only after the two of you had agreed to see each other again tomorrow that you finally forced yourself to move away from your baby brother and walk to the limo and Malcolm’s driver.

“Jude.” You nodded, refusing to show your surprise as you stepped past him.

“Miss Queen.” He greeted you with a tilt of his head and a small smile.

Smiling in return, you waved goodbye to Oliver once more before climbing into the limo and letting the door shut behind you.

It was only after you were off your family’s property and Oliver was out of sight that you looked beside you at the man who was supposed to be overseas.

“Darling.” Malcolm hummed, his lips turning upward into that ridiculously charming, crooked smile of his.

“You said…”

Leaning toward you, Malcolm placed a kiss to your lips while murmuring, “You needed me here more.”

Tears prickling in the corner of your eyes, you forced a breathless laugh and pulled away, settling back into the seat. “Thank you, Malcolm.”

“Of course.” He took your hand, placing a kiss to your knuckles, and set it in his lap – seemingly mindlessly playing with the band on your ring finger as he turned to stare out the window, watching the world fly by.

Content and exhausted from the day, you rested your head on his shoulder and let yourself drift off to sleep listening to whatever jazz number Malcolm had chosen for the drive.

*

I hope you all enjoyed it! And I hope you’re all a sucker for sister!reader x Oliver content as I am lol (Oliver being a brother is so lovely to me 😉 )

The next installment will be reader x Malcolm! Probably a gentle day for them! It won’t be out in the next two weeks as I have other one shots (non-Arrowverse) that I want to finish writing/editing/etcetera.

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The Canary: Arrow 2x05 Review (League of Assassins)

Yeesh there is a lot of Lance drama in the beginning of Season 2. We finally get the backstory on Sara, but it’s the spectacular Oliver and Laurel scene that has me cackling.

Let's dig in...

Sara Lance

They reshot the whole pilot scene between Oliver and Sara only this time, we see what happens to Sara after the boat sinks and she’s swept out to sea. How this woman did not get hypothermia from only wearing a bra and underwear in the North China Sea is beyond me.

This scene just incenses me.  It irks the absolute crap out of me when Sara says, “Laurel is gonna kill me.” Sara says it like she’s borrowing Laurel’s sweater without asking. YOU ARE SLEEPING WITH HER BOYFRIEND.  This destroys a relationship. She’s not going to kill you, but she will absolutely cut contact with you, Sara.

I know he’s pre-island Ollie and he’s just the absolute worst, but the smarmy “Your sister will never know” as he climbs on top of Sara is just so disgusting. I cannot fathom why people would ever want Laurel to be with Oliver after what he did. Forgive him, fine. Date him? Absolutely not.

Okay, the rage is dying down. Hopefully this is the last time we have to watch this scene.

Sara is staying at the Queen mansion, which doesn’t see very covert, but with Moira in jail and Thea sleeping at Roy’s all the time it actually is a good place for Sara to crash. Better than a clock tower at least.

Oliver is still trying to convince Sara to let her family know that she’s alive, but she’s not convinced all family members *cough*Laurel*cough* will be happy to see her. Sara asks Oliver if he ever got back together with Laurel after he returned home.

Oliver: We tried. It’s too much.

Sara: Some things are better left in the past.

After The Gambit sinks, Sara is floating on a door similar to Rose in Titanic when she’s picked up by the freighter.

Source: saralances

We’re all going to pretend the canary landing right next to Sara is not the most obvious foreshadowing in the world. For anyone questioning if Arrow is making Sara their OG Canary – there’s your answer. You know - if the suit, wicked fight skills and sonic weapon didn’t answer it for you already.

The color of the Canary is important though. It’s yellow. Not black. Arrow is drawing a clear distinction between the two. This is an origin story. It’s not Green Arrow and Black Canary. It’s The Arrow and The Canary.

Sara is thrown in a cage on the freighter, similar to Oliver’s current predicament, but Dr. Ivo protects her from the crew members.  He tells Sara he is going to save the human race and invites her to help, so I can only conclude we’re going with Stockholm syndrome in the flashbacks. A twenty something college kid would have very little to offer a mad scientist.

However, Sara’s reticence to return to her family is not related to whatever happened on the island, but rather who she became and what she did to survive AFTER the island. We’re just about to get some details when a man dressed exactly like Malcolm Merlyn comes crashing through a window.  Oliver and Sara fight him, but before we can get any answers the man disappears. This is getting annoying. WILL SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN SOMETHING?

Oliver introduces Sara to his team and we get the iconic first meeting between Sara and Felicity.

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Sara does not want Team Arrow to find the assailant however. She knows exactly who he is. 

Sara: He’s called Al Ow-al, “The First.” And he’s a member of the League of Assassins.

Oliver has a very strong reaction to this revelation so we can deduce Sara didn’t join the Girl Scouts. The League is, you guessed it, a bunch of assassins who kill and vanish like ghost - previously thought to be an urban legend by Diggle. The League rescued Sara after the island, remade her into an assassin and she swore them her allegiance.

Sara left after she killed a local diplomat in Guyana and his children found his body the next morning. She didn’t want to be a murderer anymore, but now The League is coming after her.

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Felicity’s humor and compassion put Sara at ease after her horrifying confession and this is why I love this character.  There’s no judgment from Felicity. She sees Sara for what she is – a person in pain, even if Sara doesn’t see herself that way. Not unlike how Felicity looks at Oliver. And just like Oliver, Sara Lance is SMOAKED.

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After Felicity finds Al Ow-al, Sara and Oliver argue about whose fight it is. Sara isn't used to playing with others, but you'd think she'd understand basic strength in numbers. This is the guy who trained Malcolm Merlyn. He stops an arrow with his bare hand while his back was turned!

Al Ow-al: The child of Ra’s Al Ghul awaits your return.

I know who Ra’s Al Ghul is from my Batman days, but in Arrow's world he has a kid. A kid who sent Al Ow-al  to collect Sara alive or dead. This is getting complicated. Is there like an employment flow chart we can follow for the League of Assassins?

Oliver: The League of Assassins. Why wouldn’t she tell me what happened to her all those years?

Diggle: Probably the same reason you didn’t tell us what happened to you on the island.

Wow. This is stunning lack of self awareness. Oliver, in case you haven’t noticed, Sara is the girl version of you.

The League has threatened Sara’s family, so Oliver keeps watch over Laurel. Felicity calls Detective Lance to convince him to leave town - while promising Sara to not reveal she's alive.

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Unfortunately, Lance does not listen to Felicity, so Sara decides her secret is not more important than her father’s life. Finally, she is seeing some sense. Diggle, ever the loyal solider, offers to go with as back up, but Sara continues to have this thing about fighting on her own. I guess being an assassin is a solitary job. This does give us one of the best bad ass Sara Lance speeches ever, however.

Sara: Dig, you may be a three tour Special Forces veteran, but I was trained by the people that make the Special Forces look like a kindergarten class. So step aside or get put down.

The reunion between Lance and Sara is all we hoped it could be. It’s not every day your kid comes back from the dead, but Paul Blackthorne does a phenomenal job of moving from shock and disbelief to overwhelming joy.

Source: laurelscanary

Quentin wants answers, but he’s careful not to spook Sara who is still reticent to give details. They go through the nuclear bomb that was set off in their family (the divorce, the alcoholism).  Sara apologizes for the damage she caused, but Quentin insists he was to blame, which is more proof he is a really good dad.

He can clearly see his daughter has changed. She speaks Chinese now and is ready to fight to the death with a butter knife. He pieces together Sara is the woman in black; she knows Felicity, The Arrow and is wrapped up in this League that’s after both of them. How this man has not put together Oliver Queen is The Arrow I will never understand.

Quentin: If these assassins, if they hadn't shown up, would you have ever let us know that you were alive?

Sara: No.

Well, at least she’s honest. Sara promises Lance that she never forgot who she was or him despite staying away for so many years.

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She takes her father to the clock tower which she’s outfitted with booby traps for when the League comes for them both. Sara and Lance hold their own against the assassins, but when The Arrow arrives they achieve the upper hand. Sara has no problem breaking Al Ow-al’s neck, but allows one assassin to live to warn Ra’s Al Ghul.

Sara: Tell Ra’s Al Ghul that my family is off limits. His quarrel is with me.

She is ashamed to show Quentin who she has become – a killer.

Source:  sohpiabush 

But Quentin feels only pride. How little children understand the depth of a parent’s love. We have already forgiven anything you’ve done or may do the moment you are born.

Quentin: I think you’re a survivor. I think you’re one of the bravest people I’ve ever known. You’re my daughter.

Sara leaves town to lead the League away from her family and Quentin agrees to keep her secret. He will not tell either Laurel or Dinah that Sara is alive because it would get them killed… or something.  The logic is not logical, but I don’t really care. They’ll hold the “Laurel finds out Sara is alive” card for May sweeps.

Source: @laurelscanary

This is not the last we will see of Sara Lance. The Canary’s story is just getting started.

Oliver and Diggle

Despite Oliver's spectacularly hypocritical statement about Sara and honesty, there is serious emotional growth this episode. Oliver making this statement about forgiveness a year ago would have been unthinkable. He did not return home with any hope of being forgiven or even welcomed back. I'm going to give the Lance family a shoutout because they had the most to be angry about with Oliver. He asked both Laurel and Quentin for forgiveness and they each have extended olive branches at various time. Hell, Laurel was ready to get back together with him. So, the fact he's able to offer the same hope to Sara is really a full circle moment.

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Oliver beginning to believe he is worthy of forgiveness is a direct result of the many hours of therapy with Diggle and Felicity. He is finally starting to really hear them. That's why this moment with Diggle at the end of the episode is truly note worthy.

Source: NUGETAE

Diggle should have this date embroidered on a pillow because it's not often Oliver will admit he was right. But Oliver is not done yet.

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He breaks out some Russian vodka and confesses to Diggle he was not always on the island the five years he was gone. Oliver is ready to unburden some of the secrets he works so hard to keep buried.

Source: laurelscanary

Oliver is able to see his own demons reflected in Sara and it finally connects the dots for him. He doesn't have to remain isolated in the world like Sara. Oliver can see Diggle (and Felicity) reaching out to him and he FINALLY reaches back. This is monumental character growth.

Sara: You three are quite the team.

Diggle: We have our moments.

Why Diggle and not Felicity? I think it's easier for Oliver to tell his war stories to another solider. He also doesn't have any fuzzy bunny feelings towards John, which makes things simpler between them. But every time Oliver opens the door to the past, and shares his pain, he is one step closer to the future he truly deserves.

Laurel Lance

Laurel is sitting second chair in Moira Queen’s prosecution, which is actually an INSANE CONFLICT OF INTEREST. Marc Guggenheim, you are a lawyer sir. What is this nonsense?  

Never fear! Laurel has used all her pull to get Moira a plea deal - life with the possibility of parole. Understandably the Queen family isn’t thrilled. It’s either life or the death penalty.  Laurel even discussing Moira’s case with Oliver is improper ex parte contact. She should be excluded from the case and sanctioned, but this is Arrow and that’s never going to happen.

In the middle of all of this, Oliver continues to ask if Laurel is okay. She is trying to kill your mother, Oliver. I feel how this is impacting Laurel shouldn’t really be your top concern. He is so exhausting around her. Take the hint, my dude. She doesn’t want your help and I’m tired of you two having the same fight episode after episode.

But this episode is not just another round of the same old some old. No, my friends this is a very special episode because it contains one of the best Laurel and Oliver scenes to ever grace our television. Oliver needs to protect Laurel from the League of Assassins, so he takes her out to dinner. Then he walks Laurel back to her apartment (because assassins) but she thinks he’s come up for a very different reason.

And OLIVER REJECTS HER.  The way I cackled.

I’m going straight to hell, but I don’t care. This moment is glorious. First of all, Laurel did not have a drink at dinner, so she can’t blame the booze and pills. She just flat out reads the situation wrong. Oliver apologizes for sending a mix signal, but he’s a bit confused. Didn’t they decide they shouldn’t be together out of respect for Tommy? Yes, Oliver. Yes you did. WHAT ABOUT TOMMY, LAUREL?!! This woman did not deserve that man.

Source: ILOVEKCASSIDY

Me:

Oliver promises Laurel he will never leave her and has certainly made every effort to help her, but it is the capacity in which he will stay in her life that is really in question. This moment is HUGE in terms of where Oliver is at emotionally. He is drawing a firm line in the sand. There was a time when Oliver would’ve welcomed Laurel trying to climb him like a tree no matter the circumstance, but not anymore. He clearly states that he cares about Laurel but only as a friend. His concern has no romantic undertone to it.

The balance of power in their relationship has always been tipped toward Laurel. This is the first time it feels like a more even playing field. Instead of Laurel rejecting Oliver – he is rejecting her and for a very good reason. Oliver is not stoned on pills and he remembers they don’t work. They tried to go back and it failed. Oliver has not interest in trying again. For the first time, Oliver is looking forward.  

And Laurel, cemented in the past and alone her in apartment, takes some pills.

Stray Thoughts

This secret Moira is keeping is a real humdinger if she’s ok with life with the possibility of parole.

Oliver and Thea promise Moira that she will not lose them no matter the secret. Sure Jan.

"Gee I didn't get you a bag of dirt." Bless this cupcake.

Where did Sara get her suit?

Malcolm Merlyn is also a member of The League of Assassins.

"Oliver’s lucky to have you both as friends. He hasn’t always had the best of luck in that area." Sara’s not so casual remarks about Slade and Shado are friggin ominous. It’s time to get real nervous about the flashbacks.

“You think because you are the beloved that you will be granted your freedom?” We all know who Sara’s beloved is and I’m very much looking forward to her arrival.

"Pain and I came to a little understanding a few years back." Sara takes a licking but keeps on kicking. This is such a bad ass line. The episode is chalk full of them. I love the OG Canary.

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What’s that saying? “Trust, but verify”?

—Moira Queen to Malcolm Merlyn, Arrow, “Trust But Verify”

[the-feral-gremlin]

Forgive me if I’m wrong here but

Moira had the time/opportunity to drive to the dock, talk with her husband, hug her son, probably wave as the ship set sail but couldn’t tell them that their boat might idk

Get sabotaged??

And she did it all with a straight face and the ability to look her son and husband in the eye?

[swift-creates]

@chrumblr-whumblr day 20: came back wrong

wc: 279 | warnings: swearing, nightmares, (not real) blood and death | characters: Thea Queen (pov), Roy Harper - romantic

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There's blood on the ground and on her hands and on Roy's shirt and oh God oh fuck there's blood in her mouth and she tries to wipe the taste of it off her tongue with her fingers but that only gets more of it in her mouth and she gags she drags her hands onto her pants trying to clean them and the red smears all over the khaki as Malcolm and Moira stare sightlessly up at the sky and oh God oh fuck they're dead they're dead they're dead-

"Thea."

She shot up in bed, hands shaking and drenched in sweat, and instantly felt Roy wrap his arms around her. "Easy. I'm here. I'm safe, babe." His voice was soft in her ear as she gasped for breath, burrowing her hands in his hoodie and pulling him as close as she could.

"No one's after us. The Pits are gone. We're safe. It's okay," he murmured, and it took her a few more moments to believe it. She pressed her face to his shoulder, inhaled his smell, buried herself in the safety of it.

Her breathing slowed, and her hands stopped shaking. But he didn't let go. They never did.

"Bloodlust again?" "…Yeah." She managed the word past dry lips, swallowed nothing down her sandpaper throat. "I'm okay." "You sure?" She nodded. "You?" Thea could tell he knew she was deflecting his concern, but he answered anyway. "Nothing tonight." "Good." The word hung in the air, and he still didn't let go. They never did.

She fell back asleep in his arms, the taste of iron in her mouth fading but the safety of his embrace lingering.

[arale2126]

Cherik fics - That ONE line - 78

「I feel like I should keep an index of the one line in each Cherik fics that impresses me to no end, making want to bookmark it immediately.」

irreconcilable differences (make for surprisingly good bedfellows) by pocky_slash

Summary: Tonight on The Evening Report with Malcolm Stevens, noted geneticist and mutant equality proponent Dr. Charles Xavier faces off with the infamous mutant rights activist Magneto in a live televised debate over the Genetic Nondiscrimination Act.

(At least, if they can stop flirting long enough to stay on topic.)

The quote:

Hit that, says the first of Moira's. The second says, But maybe go find a private room first.