#Stephen Amell GIFs

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

I think we've reached maximum-level domesticity

[leavingubehind]

OTP Challenge  → [8] Quotes

[zanephillips]

Stephen Amell in Hung 3.01 “Don't Give Up on Detroit or Hung Like a Horse“

[henrypratt]

[itsmyfriendisaac]

♉ May 8th: Muscle Stud, Stephen Amell.

[kent-farm]

Oliver… oh, wow. Everything about you just became so unbelievably clear.

—Felicity Smoak, Arrow, “The Odyssey”

[siremasterlawrence]

Paying My Dues

Hey guys last new story for a week or two I need to take a break after some strange three half weeks. Nearly had two incidents with cars, had family medical health issues and I need to focus on me. See you guys in two weeks.

The moon is full circle during super high tide all over the house as midnight appears it is shining on full display looking quiet bold and white dancing across the sky as I welcome my many guests on honor.Ten actors who are either clearly in of help from someone who is willing to go their even if they don’t appreciate them at all because well I am Master Lawrence and I am fucking super awesome no matter what you think. I am standing in front of my mansion as they all walking through the door as I slide them both to the side fully opening the door for him as I smirk and watch as Chris Evans is exiting the car happily. I spot him from a faras I smirk waving him forward in to the void of my home he soon notices the place is at odd totally empty and he panics as he can’t escape all that’s left is a letter written in ink for him to read.

Tom Hardy walks in to the home with a hot and heavy world of some sort of issues for me to play with as my appetite only grows the more I play and I lead him in to similar room as Chris. His issues grows intensely as he takes another step he is stuck in the center of the room as his life flashes by him and all he can do is fear what’s next no way he can fight it. No matter what he does, he says or thinks, and feels he stuck here with a strange letter on the table as he picks it up for a chance of a lifetime and he opens it to a shock. He grabs the knife cutting the top of it open as he yanks the letter from the envelope, inside on the piece of paper he isstun to see the words you will get freedom from all that plagues you if your give me your talent and career.

“Alan…Alan” a ethereal voice calls to him as he is recording a new video on his waked YouTube channel.

“Why are you so conflicted?”

“Who are you? Is that portal?”

“Never mind that, you have lost your way and you need help.”

“I can see when someone does not appreciate what they have.”

“I do and you are a crock shit “

“Why are you so scared then?”

“I am not scared of anyone “

“So come to the mirror”

“Fuck! Fine”

“Hey wait! Release me “

“Read this “

“What the…”

“I give you permission to take the life I have and all that comes with it “

“Hell no! I did not authorize that “

“Hahaha “

“What’s is funny?”

“You just did dummy “

“Where are am I?”

“Hey Liam!”

“How did you get here?”

“All good buddy “

“We agreed to me”

“Since when?”

“It’s not important “

“You think so?”

“I know so”

“Who are you?”

“I am you now, we agree to switch”

“Impossible “

“Look in the mirror”

“I am your life”

“No? Get out of my body”

“This fine specimen is my body “

“You will learn to love this new world like your allies “

“Bastard! I will…I will…what was I saying?“

Chris Pratt use to appeal to me as the super kind affable guy I could hang with until this bullshit with his kids and his wives because he is wolf in sheep’s clothing because he is a dick. It’s the perfect night to stay at home with his wife and kids unfortunately for him my future pet he is a total dip shit that is totally unaware that his family disappeared until 8 pm. He sighs getting up from his seat as he roams out of the living room in to the ever winding hall to his mansion but he soon is distracted with a bright light in his master bedroom as he races upstairs. What finally hits him he is alone a he stares in to a empty room from the hall and he creeps in like the little shit notices the mirror is glowing in a wake blue color he sneaks closer and a hand yanks him in.

Stephen Amell should learn to stay at home instead of wondering our of his front door in such a state early in the morning, nah just joking I woke him up with a phone call early in the morning. He screamed at me as if I care I mean really nobody is going to think twice that man loves to make scenes like when he went off in his wife in a drinking stupor on the airplane such a embarrassing man.

“Why do I feel like the house is stifling me tonight?”

“That strange call left me feeling hot”

“Seeing my wife irritated “

“She will kill me if she wakes up”

“Ah fuck it”

“Such a bitch “

“I need man time for myself “

“By my”

“Out in the…the…woods…who the fuck are you?”

“I am the guy …”

“On the phone ?”

“God! You are tense “

“You are major trouble”

“Shit! Should I be scared”

“Not! Zip it “

“I am charge now “

“I will be disappointed”

“So time for a lesson”

Tom and Colton are in a major independent project shooting in England somewhere in the background of the set the camera is all a go ready to roll and they talk unsuspecting the danger looming ahead.

“Where is everybody?”

“Anybody?”

“Say cheese “

“Fuck! I can’t see”

“Am I blind?”

“Your eyes will return momentarily “

“Bastard “

“Pussies! Do a me favor?”

“Never “

“How collaborative?”

“Not working “

“Kneel NOW!”

“You can’t…”

“Tell me”

“No way!”

“Kneel “

“Much better “

“Good bois “

Ben and Chris this is a party like no other

as they enter into a misty plane through the door into a whole new world, the doors been closed their lives are vanishing into avoid of dreams, self-destruction, self obsession and happiness into complete submission.

“Congratulations! You made one hell of a Faustian deal!”

“All of you in here will escape the lives you are dreading.”

“What do you get in return?”

“Your talent, your life and your everything “

“No takesy backseys”

The end

[petew21-blog]

Read the fine print

Rental agent:"Ok, sir. Do you understand everything that has been said and you raid the Terms and conditions?"

Tom:"Yeah. I did and yes." Tom signed the contract from rental company, thinking that no one ever ready Terms and conditions.

Rental agent:"Well, now that everything is settled. Let's take a photo of you so that we have everything complete"

Tom:"You put owner photos on the add with the vehicle"

Agent looking confused:"Well in cases like yours it's pretty standard so that the customers know who to look for. Ok, sit over there and smile for me"

"This was strange, but necessary." Tom thought to himself. He had recently some financial problems that forced him to do something extra to earn more money. While out with friends, he confessed his problems and they gave him a contact for this company. Saying that he can rent out a room in his house or his motorcycle.

Tom didn't really want anybody else in his house or even riding his prescious Ducati. But if he would ever sort this financial situation early, than this would be the easiest solution

Tom received the adress from the rental company where he was supposed to meet the first client renting his motorcycle

Tom waited at the spot. A very old man approached him:"Ahhhh, good day, sir. You must be Tom". Tom looked at him from top to bottom. This old man wanted to ride his motorcycle? What was the company thinking? What of he crashes somewhere? He won't be able to life the vehicle back up. Or himself. There was no way he would let this happen

"I'm sorry but this must be some kind of mistake" Tom said

The man:"Oh no, I am sure I found the right man. I have your photo from the company and photo of your motorcycle"

Tom:"Not to be rude, but are you sure you'll be able to drive it? You look... a bit fragile."

The man:"Oh, boy. Then why do you think I picked you?"

Tom;"Sir, I am not a taxi nor a tour guide to drive everyone in the city"

The man:"I wouldn't expect you to do that. But I am sure that I will be able to handle that with your strength and your ability to drive it"

Tom:"With my strength? What are you on about?"

The man:"Haha, boy. Now you sound like a senile old man. And I am 93. I have the right to sound like one"

Tom:"Yeah. Anyway. You can call the rental company and they will give you your money back. I am sure. I'll call them that they wanted to rent out the vehicle to someone... incapable and they will find you a different ride to enjoy"

The man:"Dear boy, I don't think you read your contract. Did you?"

Tom:"What makes you say that?"

The man:"You rented out your motorcycle and your body along with it"

Tom was in shock. Did the man really meant what he was saying or was it again just another bunch of crap? Tom decided he wasn't interested in finding out and decided to leave

But as soon as he turned around he felt a sharp pain on his back. Something was trying to get in. To everyone else on the street it must have been a normal second of time. But for Tom it felt like it took an hour just to move. Yet, he couldn't move anymore. He could still feel, hear and see. But he couldn't move an inch of his body. His body now moved on its own. Tom started panicking.

His body looked at his hands and arms. It patted his abs and then groped his bulge.

"What's happening?"

The man:"Oh you can't be mad at me, Tom. I haven't been this young in over half a century. I was really looking forward to it"

Tom:"What? How are you doing this?"

The man:"As I said. I bought the experience from the rental company. I get to have your body and your Ducati. Can you imagine my old body riding that thing?"

Tom"This is mental. This isn't happening"

The man:"I assure you it is. You should read the fine print, my boy."

The man now walking with Tom's body sat on the motorcycle and looked at himself in the mirror.

Now speaking directly to his reflection

"Look, Tom. I really don't want to cause you any trouble. I am too old to do much in my body, but now in yours I can do so much. And I heard from the company that you were really willing to rent so I suspect you have some financial problems. I can help with that"

Tom:"How?"

The man:"I can give you my body's money. All of it"

Tom:"Why would you do that?"

The man:"Because I want them to be put to good use. And I know you will use them right "

Tom:"what's the catch?"

The man:"Keep me in your body and let me have the driving seat from time to time. I want to be young like you again. I don't want to steal your life and I'm not ready to die yet. Therefore this is the best option for me:

Tom:"So that would mean you would be everywhere with me? Seeing and feeling everything as me?"

The man:"Yes. But we can swap who is in the back of your mind and who is driving. Haha. I'll be like your second inner voice"

Tom thought about it, bit couldn't make up his mind. It didn't sound that bad. He could use the money and also help an old man to enjoy a part of his life. And if that meant he would have to share a bit of his time and body, then that wasn't so bad.

Tom:"I'll have to think about it. I still don't know you. And also please put a hand to your ear so that people think I'm calling someone. They are looking weird at me talking to myself"

The man smiled and immediately put a hand to his ear:"Oh where are my manners. I am Nicholas Connor. I have had a fee wives but no children. I was a director of a big company, which gave me enough money to enjoy life. But I still want to keep on enjoying it"

Tom:"Nice to meet you Nicholas. Do you mind driving us to my... our appartement?"

Nicholas:"Right on, chap"

Tom's body started inspecting the Ducati. Nicholas put on his new helmet and stretched out his arms in the jacket

Nicholas:"Oh this feels nice"

His muscle memory knew what to do and how to drive. Tom was still impressed how the body possession went and how was Nicholas actually doing good as Tom

Nicholas arrived in front of Tom's appartement building

Nicholas:"You live quite far from the city centre, Tom. Must be hard always driving so far"

Tom:"I enjoy driving, but yeah. It's costly. But not as much as paying rent in the city centre"

Nicholas entered Tom's appartement. It was small and messy, but suitable to a man like Tom

Nicholas:"I'm not saying anything mean. But you know It could look better"

Tom:"Yeah I know. I was... busy"

Nicholas started undressing

Tom:"What are you doing?"

Nicholas took off every piece of clothing throwing it on the ground. "Tom, I am old. Being in this young body makes me want to inspect it. Enjoy the youth. I'm sure you understand"

Nicholas looked over his body in the mirror. Then started laughing

Tom felt insecure:"I know I'm not one of the biggest. By my dick is not a joke"

Nicholas:"Oh its not that, Tom. Your penis is amazing. I just haven't had an erection in years. I think you and I are gonna have a lot of fun"

Few months later. Tom's body was walking down the street

Tom's body speaking:"Yeah, but this time you're cooking. I cooked last night and you hated it. So now it's your turn. Yeah right. After all that you still want more?"

He went swiftly to the company building that previously belonged to Nicholas

"And what are we gonna do tonight? Oh yeah? That sounds great. But not if you rush things like always. Haha. I never finished so fast before"

A security guard noticed Tom's body entering the building and rapidly opened the door:"Good morning, sir"

Tom's body:"Good morning"

Tom's body to phone:"Look, you know I can't keep on saying more stuff like this. I know it makes us hard and you like it, but I'm at work now. Yes we will go on a ride this afternoon. I know how horny that makes us."

"Now? But I just arrived. Fine."

Storming out from the parking lot was Tom's body in a suit speeding on the street away from the building, smiling and laughing.

Tom's body:"We're hard already? Well the ride should be fun"

Tom and Nicholas were now one being. Constantly switching who was controlling the body, but treating the other one as an equal part of the body and as a best friend

The security guard smiled as he saw the new young owner of the building driving away, enjoying life.

A message request and an inbox request from @

Tom was going through some financial problems and his best friend advised him that maybe he could rent a room in his house, or even rent his Ducati, that would make him a lot of money. But Tom didn't check properly what the rental company did, and he didn't realize that he was not only renting his Ducati, but his body as well. That's why he was surprised when he went to the place where he had met the client and saw that the man was at least 90 years old, but it was too late to back out.

[whumpypepsigal]

Code 8 Part II (2024): “Let’s help him.”

+bonus:

[tylerposey]

STEPHEN AMELL as Oliver Queen "Suicidal Tendencies" — Arrow (3.17)

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Olicity + Bed Shots

[leavingubehind]

OTP CHALLENGE → [2/7] Scenes

2.07 - State v. Queen

[cxrsedeclipse]

Sorry for my absence, people… I’ve been experiencing some personal issues that I have been busy with lately.. still won’t be active.

Thinking about Oliver Queen coming in through the bedroom window after going out on patrol and getting injured, trying to be silent to not wake you up but fails, ending up in you waking up and you seeing him injured and a little bloody.

Thinking about Oliver Queen trying to brush off his injuries and telling you to go back to sleep but you refuse, pulling him into the bathroom and making him undress.

Thinking about Oliver Queen who watches you with soft eyes as you work on cleaning up any wounds and bruises, your gentle touch doesn’t even get him to wince, which he finds fascinating how amazing you are.

Thinking about Oliver Queen, now patched up, lying in bed with you as he gets pulled closer by you into an embrace that would avoid hurting him in any way, and he responds with feathery light kisses on your face and neck cause that’s all his energy is enough for and realizing that he wasn’t the only one who could get protective.

[henrypratt]

[supercap2319]

Oliver joins you in the shower after patrol. You can't get over his big butt.

You heard the sounds of angry grunting coming from the bedroom and you immediately knew that Oliver was back from patrol. His nights as a vigilante, protecting Starling City from criminals, drug dealers, and more. You were waiting for him to come home, so you decided to grab yourself a shower in his amazing bathroom, when you heard him come back.

You heard the door open with the sounds of padded feet on the floor and in the next moment, Oliver pulled the green curtain back, and joined you in the shower. Oliver let the warm water cascaded down his smooth and muscled frame as you tried desperately not to stare. Eyes looked down at Oliver's big, bubbly toned ass. You desperately wanted to play with it, but you know how Oliver felt about it. You could touch him anywhere else, but his ass was off limits.

"See something you like?" Oliver's deep voice said.

You looked at his blue eyes. "I was just admiring your ass."

"Why do you always get so excited when you see it? It's just my ass." Oliver sighed.

"But it's a nice ass that deserves to be touched and played with." You protested.

[kent-farm]

—Arrow, “Year’s End”