#and now theyve grown on me

[schrijverr]

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Any wip really I like most the fandoms you write in but specially arrow wich I binged

I'm not sure I'll return to the Arrow fandom. It won't be soon, if I ever do, but I did start a WIP that I never finished, so I'm sharing that. Who knows if it'll ever become a complete fic that sees the light of day xp

Thank you so much for the ask! I hope you enjoy :D

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“What are you doing here?” he asks. He’d hoped his voice would come out cold, a threat back to tell Slade he isn’t just going to roll over. However, his voice sounds fragile, so very fragile and filled with an awe like hope.

Slade’s eyes widen slightly, before his brow furrows. He looks to be confused at the tone of voice, which Oliver gets. He didn’t intend to sound like that.

However, this is Slade. Slade who might be the only person alive, who understands what he’s been through on that island. The closest thing he has to someone who shares his experiences, who knows who he’s been forced to become, who is like him.

Sure, Sara gets it, but not entirely. She gets being turned into a monster, not wanting to come home, because who could love you after all you’ve done in the name of survival? But she doesn’t understand Lian Yu, she doesn’t fully grasp the kind of survival that place requires.

She’d only been there for a small bit of time, never had to make it through a winter with three people to feed and a limited amount of animals and plants. She didn’t huddle up with him alongside Shado in an attempt to keep all their toes, didn’t give Oliver the biggest piece of the rabbit while pretending she wasn’t, or keep him alive through the worst part of his life, later exploits be damned, those first two years were the worst. Those years forcefully reshaped him, so that taking on the rest was easier.

Slade made his life easier.

Now, he’s standing in front of Oliver again, miraculously returned – and he tries not to think too much of the miracle he knows enabled it – and yet he is a total stranger.

Instead of a friend, Slade is confused by the small bit of softness still left in Oliver that is happy to see him, despite what he has been doing in his city. Hell, he probably assumes its another one of Oliver’s lies, made to manipulate him, or whatever his brain concocted on the Amazo.

Moira thinks he’s being rude. She always thinks the worst of him these days. The son who she wished would return for her, only to return and be a bother instead of the unifier he used to be, the bridge between her and his father, keeping everything together.

She starts her sentence about a sizable donation to her campaign, before suddenly falling still and cutting herself off. Her voice is laced with confusion and distrust as she says: “Oliver, dear, why are you crying?”

It’s only then that Oliver even realizes he started crying, his hand still holding onto Slade’s. He should probably let go. Stop crying too while he is at it. Neither of those things happen. Letting go of Slade feels too final, too definitive.

He needs to say something, anything, to salvage this whole situation. The blurriness of the tears start to impede his vision, but it’s not sadness. A whirlwind of complex emotions are lodged in his chest and the only thing he can think of is that Slade hasn’t ripped his hand from Oliver’s either.

[eemiejab]

You ended my friends. Now I will end you.

[rogdona]

[doforlove]

I realized i think i never posted these here, so in honor of zelda news🤲🏻🤧

[skunkes]

Im sosorry to say this and it's maybe the sleep deprivation but your art looks like RCDart. I'm so sirry

hi

i used to get this a lot when i was in high school bc i had an oc with hair that looked like how they drew a characters hair, and i could see it

No It Doesn't. Actually.

[al-luviec]

still haven't moved on from zane in this episode (aka I hit tag limit again and am unhappy about it)

[comvi]

its funny to me because ive been making more cosmosdex ocs the past few days (not strictly fortuna-based) and this one dude who functions as another representation of me feels like such an opposite compared to eggtart when i put them side-by-side

Eggtart is overall a happy creature who loves to speak with people and have fun, loves physical affection and generally having a nice time. doesnt get very upset or angry often and usually itd just be in a playful sense

Bornite (that oc i mentioned) is pretty monotone in speech and doesn’t actively attempt to be around other people, and physical affection just weirds him out a bit at best. not usually grumpy or people-hating or anything just enjoys a very solitude lifestyle, though is far more likely to experience more negative emotions and behaviours than Eggtart could

[shamemp3]

i might dye my hair on tuesday..................for the FIRST TIME

[linthehero]

“are you okay lin” no bitch im thinking about blame and bryce

[gaylittleguys]

hey actually what was up with the artemis fowl series suddenly pivoting to make the grown adult woman a love interest for the teenage boy. like I’ve blocked everything after the first 4 books from my mind bc I hate them for many reasons but like. genuinely what the fuck.

[kaijubrains]

Yay! I'm finally getting a new cat friend tomorrow!

[pinkcadillaccas]

I'm reading the transgender issue and ive just remembered in 2016 when a group of grown ass educated adults blamed me for the fact that two of my friends "thought" they were transgender because they thought I was influencing them.

[sendmyresignation]

anyway finally finished girls to the front. obviously had a lot of opinions about it. i have a lot more respect for the day-to-day lived realities of riot grrls and the underground community fostered. but like. man. is the music so secondary. my main critique of riot grrl is it took many of those bands growing out of the movement amd growing up to hit something truly, artistically great (music-wise).

[earlyspringtranscendence]

well, i found something good about the slip arc. it’s the idea that homesickness in the future will be a physical illness that manifests in those especially who will never have the chance to return to earth. cause im gonna be real i wasnt paying attn because i didnt want to but the way i understand it people on new kinshasa weren’t affected by this, people in the upper echelons of sarasvahti (ie people who had money to spend and lives to lead by doing so) weren’t affected by it: only Brahma pests and those too poor for earth to ever be a dream in their hearts were ailing with a homesickness so potent and concrete that it led to physical symptoms.

and i fucking love that. i love that so much, i think theres this divide btwn ppl who would love to go to space and who love the idea of aliens and whatever and then you have those who get sick thinking about the idea that for years the planet has existed with a certain number of souls less than it’s supposed to have because theres always been people on the space station and i FIRMLY belong to that second category so like... this is SO good to me, it’s so fucking real

[autism-corner]

hm

[phagodyke]

see I get its abt repression and letting that bury u alive but theres still time it doesnt have to be like this etc !! and it does that powerfully. but I've just. never been repressed or closeted in that specific kind of sense. dysphoria has never manifested like that for me... I kind of feel like social pressures esp gender related ones didn't exert the same force on me growing up that they did on a lot of ppl I know (and still don't now) bc I never fully understood them or was excluded for various reasons. but man. fucking rough for ppl who did/do still feel that way 💔