#diggle was the second

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Love when Diggle lets his guard down a little leading to his wife and best friend both slipping their leash and immediately teaming up to be terrors together. Love Oliver and Lyla being two of a kind.

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how many people do you think were in the order? what about death eaters? how did either group recruit?

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Okay, so the numbers are honestly pretty easy to track down as they are outright written in the books. The recruitment is, less clear, though not that different between the two organizations. The reason the recruitment process wasn't too different initially, is because they have a pretty small society where everyone kinda knows everyone, and all their systems are based on who knows who. So we see both Death Eaters and Order members operate on a sort of bring-a-friend system.

But let's start with some numbers:

How Many Members are in the Order of the Phoenix:

Moody gives us a very clear rundown of the first Order:

From an inner pocket of his robes Moody pulled a very tattered old Wizarding photograph. “Original Order of the Phoenix,” growled Moody. [...] Harry took the photograph. A small crowd of people, some waving at him, others lifting their glasses, looked back up at him. [...] “There’s me,” [...] “And there’s Dumbledore beside me, Dedalus Diggle on the other side . . . That’s Marlene McKinnon [...] That’s Frank and Alice Longbottom [...] and that’s Emmeline Vance, you’ve met her, and that there’s Lupin, obviously . . . Benjy Fenwick [...] That’s Edgar Bones [...] Sturgis Podmore, blimey, he looks young . . . Caradoc Dearborn [...] Hagrid, of course, [...] Elphias Doge, you’ve met him [...] Gideon Prewett, it took five Death Eaters to kill him and his brother Fabian [...] That’s Dumbledore’s brother, Aberforth [...] That’s Dorcas Meadowes [...] Sirius, when he still had short hair . . . and . . . there you go, thought that would interest you!” Harry’s heart turned over. His mother and father were beaming up at him, sitting on either side of a small, watery-eyed man Harry recognized at once as Wormtail

(OotP, Ch9)

So the members of the first Order are:

Died or Otherwise out of action: Marlene McKinnon, Frank Longbottom, Alice Longbottom, Benjy Fenwick, Edgar Bones, Caradoc Dearborn, Gideon Prewett, Fabian Prewett, Dorcas Meadows, James Potter, Lily Potter -> 11 members

Still Alive: Alastor Moody*, Albus Dumbledore*, Dedalus Diggle*, Emmeline Vance*, Remus Lupin*, Sturgis Podmore*, Aberforth Dumbledore, Sirius Black*, Peter Pettigrew -> 8 members.

* Marks ones that are also in the second order.

So, that gives us 21 members in the first Order of the Phoenix. (23 if you count Arabella Fig and Hagrid who are not present in the picture).

And we get a pretty good rundown of the second one too:

We got the remaining members from the first order: Alastor Moody, Albus Dumbledore, Dedalus Diggle, Emmeline Vance, Remus Lupin, Sturgis Podmore, Sirius Black -> 7 members.

And new members: Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Hestia Jones, Nymphadora Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley -> 7 members.

Reburs Hagrid and Arabella Figg are both involved with the Order but don't appear in the picture of the first Order, but we'll count them -> 2 members.

Placing the second Order in OotP at 16 members without the kids who are technically not members. Fred and George join upon leaving school, so we can up the number to 18 members.

That being said, we have periphery Order members or people who aren't quite members but are associated with the Order, which ups the numbers quite a bit. Because here we get Ted & Andromeda Tonks, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Slughorn, Fleur, Ginny and the entire D.A. who fought in the battle of Hogwarts, McGonagall, Flitwick, Srpout, Maxime, Augusta Longbottom (by book 7), Abeforth Dumbledore, etc. which will put their number closer to 60 members and semi-members.

(Periphery members like this also existed in the first Order probably. Like McGonagall, Mr. and Mrs. Bones (Edgar Bones' parents) who were both killed in the first war along with Edgar's wife, the McKinnons, etc.)

(The Order members are harder to give a solid number to since unlike Death Eaters, they don't have a mark that says "official Order Members" so some of the members I counted as "periphery members" are sometimes counted as "members proper")

How Many Members are in the Death Eaters:

As for the Death Eaters (marked and unmarked), we have about 20 times as many as the first Order of the Pheonix:

but we’re much better off than we were last time, you weren’t in the Order then, you don’t understand, last time we were outnumbered twenty to one by the Death Eaters and they were picking us off one by one. . . .”

(OotP, Ch9)

And that part about this number being both marked and unmarked I think is important to remember. Becouse while it seems there were about (23*20=) 460 Death Eaters and semi-Death Eaters, there were only about 45-50 actually marked Death Eaters:

All he had learned there was the Disarming Spell, “Expelliarmus” . . . and what use would it be to deprive Voldemort of his wand, even if he could, when he was surrounded by Death Eaters, outnumbered by at least thirty to one?

(GoF, Ch34)

30 arrive at the graveyard + Severus + Barty + Rosier + Wilkes + Karkaroff + 10 Azkaban inmates = 45 Death Eaters in the first war -> Harry says "at least" thirty so I estimate them more at about 50 members.

In the second war, we have the aforementioned 30 + 10 Azkaban Inmates + Severus + Draco + ~10 other new recruits = 62-ish.

So, who are the other 400 semi-Death Eaters? Well, you have all the Werewolves, people like Narcissa who definitely works with the Death Eaters willingly (at first) but isn't marked. You also have all the imperiosed Death Eaters who are likely unmarked, like Stan Shunpike. So I expect the second war also has 460-is Death Eaters and semi-Death Eaters running around.

How do they recruit?

Both the Order and the Death Eaters work from mouth to ear. Members go to the leader (Dumbledore or Voldemort respectively) and mention a family member/friend/colleague/person they know who'd be good for the organization. You need to know someone inside the Order of the Phoenix to join (or be willing to approach a member in public).

The Death Eaters in the first war were similar, with wizards and witches likely vouching for each other and family members bringing their families over. I mean, we see both the Death Eaters and the Order have whole families in their ranks. Even if the Tonks aren't really in the Order, they are involved due to their relation to Nymphadora. Only Marlane was an Order member, but her entire family was killed. The entire Weasley family (bar Percy) is heavily involved from the word "go" in the second war. The same goes for the semi-Death Eaters, Narcissa isn't marked, but she's right there with her marked husband, sister, and son. Crabbe and Goyle are likely unmarked, but by book 7 are involved and would be counted toward that 460-ish Death Eaters and associates. Both organizations are family businesses in that the whole family gets involved when one member is involved.

(Sirius is a unique exception to that rule. I mean, after all, everyone believed he was a Death Eater so easily because his brother and cousin were Death Eaters. In-universe people are aware these organizations recruit whole families)

I mentioned in the past, the ministry kinda works like this too. Their society is based on nepotism and who you know. It's why things like the Slug Club exist. So it makes sense the recruitment for any semi-political organization (which both Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix are) will work like this too.

But there is another element to it. Both Dumbledore and Voldemort may approach someone themselves.

According to JKR, Voldemort offered both James and Lily a place among his Death Eaters. It's possible someone vouched for them, but it's also possible he glimpsed information about them from his followers/other sources and decided to recruit them.

Dumbledore does the same thing. For example, he approaches Slughorn himself since he is useful to him and Dumbledore knows he doesn't think like Voldemort (even though Slughorn doesn't really become an Order member proper).

Both Voldemort and Dumbledore sent envoys to the giants and werewolves in the second war.

The real difference in recruitment tactics is that Voldemort is probably promising everyone things he isn't actually planning to do (especially in the first war), threatens people to comply, and employs the Imperius Curse for those who still don't comply but whom he needs. Dumbledore doesn't employ these methods to recruit. Yes, he threatens Slughorn a little and gets an oath from Snape, but these are unique circumstances and not his usual recruitment. The usual method is to recruit people who want to fight against Voldemort and uphold the ministry more or less as is at the moment. The Order is about protecting the status quo and stopping a terrorist organization (which is what the Death Eaters are).

Also, Voldemort clearly doesn't mind allowing underage students in his organization (Draco) when he feels like he has enough to gain from it. However, from the Order's reactions to Hary's suspicions about Draco, it seems this isn't common and not something he did in the first war. The Order does not allow underage members to join.

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Hello Barry Allen: Arrow 2x08 Review (The Scientist)

It is bittersweet to remember how much I loved Barry Allen, before The Flash made me hate him with the fiery intensity of a thousand suns, but that’s a topic for another time. Let’s just enjoy this precious golden retriever who comes to Starling City to be the third point in an Olicity love triangle.

And y’all – I love me a good love triangle. Let’s dig in…

Olicity and Barry Allen

Full disclosure I did not know Barry Allen was The Flash when Grant Gustin guest starred on Arrow. I missed every foreshadowing moment of the forthcoming spinoff because I barely knew who The Flash was and really didn’t care.

The husband, of course, filled me in and oddly enough it didn’t tick off in my brain that they were pairing FELICITY SMOAK with one of the most famous comic book characters – a character even more popular than the Green Arrow. This is not something you do if the female character is simply comic relief. (No, I am never letting that Katie Cassidy comment go. Should I move on? Yes. Will I? No.) Season 2 Jen wasn’t that smart y’all. Bottom line, if Season 2 is a chess game, then Felicity Smoak’s pawn will become a queen. 

There is a break in a Queen Consolidated warehouse and this is where Oliver, Diggle, Captain Lance and Felicity first meet Barry Allen.

Lance: Who the hell are you?

This is one of Oliver’s all-time best comedic lines. Stephen Amell is bringing humor to Oliver’s blinding jealously, which is a lot of fun. It also offsets Oliver’s egomaniacal hypocrisy and makes him far more tolerable. Good choice, Mr. Amell!

Barry: I’m Barry Allen. I’m from the Central City Police Department. I’m with the Crime Scene Investigation unit. We’re working on a case with some similar unexplained elements to Central City. So, when the report of your robbery came over the wire, my captain sent me up here.

I bought his story. Oliver does not.

Barry is convinced it’s one guy who broke down a door of reinforced titanium and the security footage seems to support his theory. Also, the bruising pattern on the dead guard’s neck suggests someone used one hand to break it.

Barry: I’m guessing you don’t know how hard it is to break someone’s nec.

Oliver: Hmm? No. No idea.

Barry also figures out what was stolen – an industrial centrifuge (it separates liquid), which is a very big and heavy machine the thief ripped out of the ground.  Felicity offers some explanations, and Barry adds his two cents and soon these two adorable nerds are sparking off all the science.

Felicity: What did you say your name was?

Barry: Barry. Allen.

Felicity: Felicity. Smoak.

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Barry looks at Felicity for about 1.2 seconds too long and Oliver gives him THE LOOK. Let’s keep those eyes on the centrifuge, Mr. Allen. I’m cackling. Jealous Oliver is one of the best Olivers.

The thing is Barry’s theories are based on evidence and Oliver is taking them very seriously because he knows exactly what can produce that kind of strength in one man.

Both Diggle and Felicity find additional evidence (and video footage!) that proves Barry Allen is dead on. The pup has some smarts! He arrives at Queen Consolidated at Felicity’s invitation. I just love that this young buck is popping up on Oliver’s turf and annoying the crap out of him.

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Barry makes Felicity laugh and Oliver finds this puzzling. Felicity enjoys laughter and not a simmering pile of brooding man pain??!!

Felicity is socializing with another male. This cannot be born. Oliver gently pulls Felicity toward him, and more precisely away from Barry Allen, to ask a very important question.

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The way Stephen’s voice rises to a full soprano is flat out hilarious. I accept no other interpretations.

Felicity accurately points out that forensic science is not really her thing, and she could genuinely use Barry’s help to figure out this latest mystery. Oliver agrees, and boy he is not happy about it, but all he can do is make sad puppy eyes as Felicity flounces off with her new “friend.”

Felicity and Barry gather evidence, and this is the first time Emily Bett Rickards has an equal sparring partner to banter with. The reason Barry and Felicity click so much is because they are basically the same person.  That said, inviting Barry into the home office is putting him precariously close to Oliver and team’s nighttime activities and, just like Felicity, Barry is no dummy. He’s done his research on The Vigilante, and it is safe to say that Barry Allen is a fanboy.

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Barry: Green. That’s interesting, right? I mean, why green? Black would be better for stealth and urban camouflage, but personally I think that he trained in some sort of forest or jungle environment and the green is a nod to that.

I love Grant’s reading of this line because no detail is too small for Barry – he’s fascinated by Felicity’s attempt at monosyllabic. But more worrisome for Felicity is Barry, once again, is dead on.

Felicity: I don’t give the vigilante much thought.

Oh girl. You are so bad at lying.

Barry: Police reports show that he uses carbon arrows, but if he switched to an aluminum carbon composite, he would have far better penetration.

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This inadvertent sexual innuendo is almost as bad as “It feels really good having you inside me.”

Barry is also convinced that the vigilante has partners. Ok, so let’s just give the kid a job and call it a day. I do like that the writers acknowledge all the obvious things the police should figure out about the vigilante through Barry Allen’s obsessive fanboy investigation. In this way, I feel a kinship to him.

Felicity is curious as to why Barry is so curious, which gives us his character’s back story. His mother was murdered. They never caught the guy who did it and maybe the vigilante would. Barry Allen is looking for a hero. (SAD PANDA)

Barry and Felicity found the truck that stole the centrifuge, and it was just used to rob a blood bank. Oliver pressures Barry for more information about his “similar case” in Central City, but Barry is equally as bad of a liar as Felicity. Actually, he’s worse. Oliver is done with the close proximity to Felicity and the lies.

Oliver: I want you to look into this Allen kid. There’s more to him than he’s letting on.

Diggle: His intentions seem pretty clear to me.

This is why I love Diggle, and he will forever be the number one Olicity shipper. He will nudge Oliver about Felicity when necessary. This teasing remark is also a direct message to Oliver, without flatly calling him out. Barry is being clear about his feelings for Felicity and Oliver is not. Diggle lets Oliver know he has some competition and it’s time to get in the game. But Oliver, no matter how much he knows Diggle is right, is nowhere near ready to do that. Hence, his absolute dejection.

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This is why Barry Allen is so necessary. It’s been quite a run of Olicity episodes thus far. First, we have the Russia debacle, with Oliver sleeping with Isabel and Felicity was hurt and jealous. Oliver also takes the opportunity to tell Felicity that even though he feels something for her he will never be with her. It’s a pretty definitive slamming of the door on any potential relationship between these two, except these feelings keep brimming to the surface.

Oliver heroically saves Felicity from the Count like a scene straight out of a romance novel. Nothing bonds two people like shared trauma. Oliver also tells Felicity that he will always choose her because nothing is more important to him. I mean honestly this man set the swoon standards.

But these are also some very frustrating episodes – for both Felicity and the viewers. He clearly has feelings for her, will die for her, will kill for her, betray his code for her, but refuses to be with her. So… where the hell does that put them? Oliver and Felicity are in a very murky gray zone.

Oliver knows Felicity wants to be with him. Even if she was trying to hide it (like she is in this episode).

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The pain of the Russia debacle made Felicity’s feelings clear.  Even Oliver isn’t that stupid, which is what prompted the “I have feelings for you, but I’m going to let you down easy because I’m a selfless hero who is also the dumbest of pine trees to ever exist.” Of course, Oliver likes all Felicity’s attention and concern (because he’s in love with her even if he won’t freaking admit it). Whether they want to admit it or not, there is a serious power imbalance between the two of them. Oliver is calling all the shots.

But it's Felicity's life too. Felicity is asserting her independence with Barry. She is taking Oliver at his word. Ok, you don’t want to be with me? Fine. I will move on. Felicity isn’t trying to make Oliver jealous. In fact, I don’t think she notices he’s jealous at all. I think there’s a large part of her still feels, despite all the moments she’s shared with Oliver and the things he’s said, that he will never feel for her what she feels for him.

Felicity’s feelings for Barry are genuine, which is why it’s driving Oliver crazy. He’s been able to enjoy all the emotional benefits of a relationship with Felicity, without actually being with her. Barry Allen a big bucket of cold water on all the warm fuzzy feelings.  He’s also a flashing red warning sign. Oliver needs to understand there is a shelf life to all this “I must suffer because I am undeserving of love.” His trauma will cost him Felicity.  She will not wait forever for him. 

And there was some part of Oliver, deep down, that thought Felicity would wait forever for him. This is where the egotistical hypocrisy comes in. It’s okay for Oliver to have girlfriends and sleep with whoever he wants when he wants, but Felicity so much as looks at another man, and Oliver is ready to break his neck with his bare hands.

Felicity is a hot ticket. Some guy will absolutely cut in front of you to be with her. This is so Dawson Leary. Yuck. Take it away Pacey Witter.

Pacey: Look at that girl, Dawson. Just take a good look. She's a freaking goddess, man. How long did you think it was gonna be before some guy comes along and is interested in her? I mean, really, dude! And when that happens, what are you gonna do?

Dawson: I'm just gonna take it all as it comes.

Pacey: You're gonna take it as it comes. Oh great, well perhaps you should start figuring out right now because the guy that comes along is not gonna be your best friend and he's not gonna ask for your permission. The guy that comes along is gonna take one look at that woman and just cut right in on ya.

So, am I that bothered that Oliver gets the crap beaten out of him a couple times? Nah. Not really. He had it coming. Maybe the Mirakuru soldier can knock some sense into his concrete head.

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This was so overly dramatic. Oliver is an enormous man child with muscles. He’s not upset Felicity was a little rough with the medical tape. Didn’t this man use to suture his own bullet wounds, but he can’t handle Felicity’s soft womanly hands against a little scrape? Boy, please. He can’t yell at her about Barry, so he yells about her nursing skills.  

Oliver decides to come clean with what he knows about the super strength thief. He tells Felicity and Diggle about the serum on Lian Yu designed to create human weapons. Oliver assures them that Ivo and anyone injected with the serum are dead (spoiler alert Oliver, jeez) and he burned the last of it on the island.

Oliver asks Felicity to analyze the blood on the bent arrowhead.

Felicity: Barry and I will get right on it.

Diggle: I think our Miss Smoak is smitten.

Both statements cause Oliver physical pain. The man can barely breathe. Alright, I’m starting to feel a little sorry for him.

Diggle confirms that Oliver’s suspicions are right about Barry. He’s not being honest about who he is. A very pissy Oliver comes in hot, pumped up on jealousy, testosterone filled overprotection and raging hypocrisy, to confront Barry for lying about who he is – in front of Felicity. Naturally.

Barry immediately confesses the real reason he’s in Starling City. His father is in prison for his mother’s murder. Barry knows his father is innocent because he witnessed the crime. A blur with a person inside killed Barry Allen’s mother. Nobody believes him because that’s crazy. So, he seeks out the crazy cases like a super strength thief in the hopes it will lead to his mother’s real killer and freeing his father. He’s so damn earnest and hopeful, it’s like watching Oliver beat the crap out of a fluffy bunny. This is not a good look when trying to show your not-wife what a douchebag her new boyfriend is. Barry leaves town, which also costs Felicity her date to Moira’s welcome home party Oliver randomly decided to throw.

Instead of immediately apologizing to both Barry and Felicity, Oliver doubles down and defends what he did. Apologizing is not really his forte, so this is not unexpected.

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I love my unproblematic queen who can acknowledge the mountain of hypocrisy Oliver is standing on. YEAH, BIG GUY. YOU LIE ABOUT YOUR IDENTITY EVERY DAY AND USED TO KILL PEOPLE ON THE REGULAR. TAKE SEVERAL SEATS.

The party for Moira is a disaster. Shockingly nobody shows up to celebrate the freedom of the woman who helped kill hundreds of people in Glades. What a shocker. I love you Oliver, but you are so out of touch sometimes with normal people. Also, the elitist rich of Starling City don’t want to be tainted by associating with the Queen family.

Oliver has thought about his actions and acknowledges he overreacted about Barry.

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I love that she doesn’t let him off the hook right away. Felicity is mad and she has every right to be. Barry shouldn’t have lied. I agree with Oliver on this one small point. But both he and Felicity know it wasn’t all nobility, like he’s some standard bearer for the truth, that made Oliver confront Barry like he did. Oliver was trying to obliterate any potential “something” growing between Felicity and Barry – and they both know it.

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My kingdom for these two to dance. Let us not speak of how long we had to wait for it to happen. YEARS, people. YEARS.

Oliver: I know. That’s why I called him. They will card him at the bar.

Awww. He called Barry. Oliver is trying to make it right. I’m even going to allow the snark because it was hilarious. Did you notice Oliver immediately racing to the bar and downing a shot with Isabel to avoid watching Felicity dance with this kid? I did.

Oliver’s acknowledges he has no right to interfere in any relationship Felicity wants with Barry, primarily because he refuses to give her one with him. Oliver is trying to be the better man, to stand back and allow Felicity the happiness he feels he cannot give her. But all I want is for Oliver to cut in. Diggle is right. He needs to get in the game!

Whatever may be happening with Barry – it’s going to be long distance because he needs to go back to Central City, or he’ll be fired. He leaves without kissing Felicity. They are both wistfully hesitant. Interesting.

Is it too soon for a kiss? Yes, especially in the land of television. I like Barry, but I don’t actually want Felicity to end up with him. He’s the third point in the love triangle and that’s all. He’s a mechanism to get Oliver’s ass in gear. I don’t need to see them make out. Also, Barry Allen has always been a little asexual to me.

For Felicity, it’s one thing to say you’re moving on. It is another thing to actually do it. Maybe it’s not so easy for Miss Smoak to put Oliver behind her.

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Barry and Felicity determine the sedative in the thief’s blood is Ketamine. (Isn’t that shit for horses?) The only place that has enough for the centrifuge is an ARGUS disaster bunker. It’s time for Oliver to suit up, but Felicity is not sure he should go.  The simple fact is the thief’s muscle mass is the same as concrete. Oliver is going to be punching a literal brick wall.

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Oliver is a little taken aback. It’s not like Felicity not to believe in him. But this is not lack of belief, it’s a legitimate concern when faced with a scientific reality. Sure, Malcolm Merlyn was bad, but he wasn’t made out of concreate. You can push those romantic feelings as far down as possible, but they will always rise to the surface when the person you love is about to face mortal danger.

Like it or not, Oliver Queen is the Arrow. It is his responsibility to stop guys like this, so he faces off with the super soldier – and gets his ass handed to him on a platter. This guy bounces Oliver around like a ping pong ball. Oliver was also injected with an unknown substance during the fight.

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Diggle and Felicity find him unconscious, but don’t know how to save him because they don’t know what substance he’s poisoned with. Diggle is ready to call 911 and blow the whole vigilante cover to smithereens, but Felicity has another idea. One that can save Oliver and protect his identity – if this person will keep his secret.

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One second Barry Allen is waiting at the train station and the next he’s waking up in the Arrow cave, with Felicity begging him to save Oliver.

And Oliver is not going to be happy with this turn of events.

Slade and Shado

Slade is in serious trouble. He’s burned half to hell and fading fast. So, is it a little odd that Shado chooses NOW to question Oliver about his romantic life? Yes, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

Shado: How do you know that girl?

The girl in question is Sara. ISN’T THAT SUCH AN INTERESTING QUESTION OLIVER? Yes, please do explain to Shado how you know Sara.

Oliver: Sara was on my father’s boat… with me.

Shado: What about the girl in the picture? Laurel. The girl you told me you were in love with.

Oliver: Sara is her sister.

Shado is disgusted, which is the natural and appropriate reaction to anyone finding out about Oliver cheating on Laurel with her sister. This is a canon event, Shado. We can’t interfere. You must realize for yourself why it is impossible to ship Oliver with either Laurel or Sara. I bet Slade isn’t looking so bad right now.

Sara: I guess a lot happened in the last year.

Shado finding out about Sara. Sara is finding out about Shado. Oh, what a tangled web Ollie weaved. Honestly, he was just so slutty.

Just imagine you are Sara. I’m choosing Sara since she’s known Oliver longer, but Shado has every right to be angry too. But imagine you are Sara, and you betrayed your only sister for a guy who hooked up with someone else after you’ve been barely “dead” a year. We know Oliver didn’t forget about Sara, but that’s exactly what it feels like. Such a mess. I can’t imagine Sara loving the choices she made right now.

Did you notice Shado said, “The girl you WERE [Laurel] in love with.” That’s past tense my friends and Oliver doesn’t correct her. Now, Shado might believe Oliver is in love with her (although neither has said these words in a year). Oliver might not want to correct Shado in front of Sara. There could be lots of reasons. It’s difficult to juggle three love interests at the same time. But I don’t think this past tense reference is a small thing. 

Team Flashback is on the run and looking for a way to save Slade. Eventually they find the serum and must decide if Slade should take it. They don’t have all the necessary ingredients for a successful super soldier, however.

Oliver: What happens if we give it to Slade without the sedative?

Sara: He’ll die for sure.  

Shado: He’s going to die anyway.

That was dark Shado. Dark but true. Ultimately, it’s Slade’s call and he tells Oliver to inject him with the serum. But before he does, Slade uses his last moments to apologize to Shado.

Slade: I’m sorry. For not telling you how I really feel.

Then he touches her hair. SOB. I know some people think this storyline with Slade and Shado came out of nowhere, but I don’t agree. They built this relationship since Season 1, and it makes absolute sense that Slade fell in love with Shado. And it makes absolutely sense why he hid his feelings for so long.

Oliver is SHOCKED by Slade’s confession. At least he is consistently clueless about love in all timelines. What I love more than anything else is Shado doesn’t give two shits about Oliver’s reaction. Her focus is on Slade and only Slade. See? She’s making better choices too.

Slade’s reaction to the serum is violent, complete with bleeding eyes, and then he dies which was slightly anticlimactic to be honest. Oliver and Shado have barely begun to mourn him when Ivo shows up and kidnaps all three. This guy is like a bad case of herpes. He just won’t go away.

Moira and Malcolm

Malcolm is back and he wants Moira to tell Thea who her biological father is.  

Moira: You killed Tommy. You killed your son. You cannot have my daughter.

Murdering your child should disqualify you from ever parenting again – I feel like that should be a law. We need to ask why Malcolm cares about Thea now when he never did before? Well, he’s a sociopath so there’s that. Malcolm is all about his “legacy” and now that Tommy is gone – Thea is it. Not that he was ever happy with Tommy in the legacy department, but Thea isn’t replacement Tommy. You don’t swap one child for the other. Doesn’t work that way.

But this isn’t the Moira of Season 1. She’s done fearing Malcolm. When his villain monologue reveals he trained in Nanda Parbat, Moira makes a couple calls. She notifies Rha’s Al Ghul that Malcolm is in Starling City.  Since he’s alive, this allows Rha’s AL Ghul the pleasure of killing Malcolm for the Undertaking betraying their code.  Is this the first Rha’s Al Ghul mention? The Batman fan in me is geeking out.

Moira: So, my advice to you, Malcolm… run.

I am here for bad ass Moira not taking any more shit. She still doesn’t tell Thea about Malcolm and quite frankly I’m fine with it. I don’t want Thea to know.  Can the Queen family just be happy for five minutes?

Stray Thoughts

If you are wondering where the pink in my blog comes from – it’s this dress. I think the only dress I love more than this one is the 3x01 red dress.

Oliver and Felicity looked so good this episode. Oliver in suspenders is a lot. I am amazed at their self control.

Felicity: Is it ok to laugh because I was ordered to say anything about you being in prison just to avoid any awkward exchanges.

Oliver: Like that one.

I would die for her.

“Why couldn’t you be marooned in Aruba?” Felicity is so real for this. I’ve been to Aruba. I would love to be marooned there.

“Oliver is a good son, if not the best judge of character.” SHOTS FIRED!! Moira vs Isabel is the Bitch Off I’ve been waiting for.

Put the purse down, Felicity. You aren’t going to get ripped off while dancing with Barry at the Queen mansion.

Sara learned all the science last year. I guess she didn’t have cable tv, so I’ve chosen to find this believable.

Roy is getting a little too close to this Max/super soldier thing and Oliver wants him to back off for his safety– especially since Thea is involved. When Roy refuses, because he’s Roy, the Arrow shoots him. I love Oliver’s Season 2 problem solving skills.

Listen to the Watchover podcast reaction to 2x08!

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[thecruxarm]

Similar to my last post, the alien design you see here was made as an entry for a second contest hosted by Callum Diggle as part of his ongoing Humanity Lost comic. The prompt was to design an intelligent alien species and, although my design didn't win, now I get to canonize it to my own project!

Consider this an informal introduction to the Fulnera. The Fulnera are a now-extinct civilization who were quite remarkable in that their life stages began with motile fish-like juveniles who would then metamorphosise into gigantic sedentary lifeforms, akin to trees. Interestingly, it was the ambulatory children of this species who manipulated tools, built infrastructure and ran society, all of which sprouting from their need to defend their otherwise vulnerable elders, who would dot the coastlines of their world like skyscrapers.

[cookiesama7]

In the Arms of the Arrow (Oliver Queen x reader)

Summary: A mission goes wrong, leaving reader gravely injured. Oliver, consumed by worry, carries her back to the base, refusing to let her slip away.

Word count: 1009

Masterlist

Oliver Queen Masterlist

The night was cold, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood—my blood. I struggled to keep my eyes open, but the pain in my side was like fire spreading through my body. My breaths came in short, ragged gasps as I collapsed against the damp alley wall.

Footsteps pounded against the pavement. Fast. Desperate.

"(Y/N)!"

Oliver's voice cut through the haze clouding my mind. A second later, strong arms caught me before I hit the ground completely. His scent—leather, sweat, and something undeniably him—wrapped around me as he scooped me up, holding me against his chest.

"Stay with me," he pleaded, his voice rough with worry. "You're gonna be okay, just hold on."

I wanted to reassure him, to crack some joke about how he worried too much, but the pain was overwhelming. Darkness tugged at the edges of my vision as I weakly grasped at the front of his suit.

"You... came for me," I managed to whisper.

His jaw clenched. "Of course I did."

He moved fast, faster than I'd ever felt him move before, his arms tightening around me like he was afraid I'd slip away if he loosened his grip even a little. Every step sent jolts of pain through me, but I could barely register it anymore. All I could focus on was the steady rhythm of Oliver's heartbeat against my ear.

"Almost there," he muttered. "Just stay awake, (Y/N). Don't you dare close your eyes."

I tried. God, I tried. But everything was getting so heavy.

The next thing I knew, the world shifted again, and suddenly, I was on a cold table, the harsh fluorescent lights of the Arrowcave burning into my retinas. Oliver was right there, his hands pressing down on my wound, his face drawn with fear.

"Felicity!" he barked. "I need medical supplies, now!"

"I'm on it!" I heard her frantic typing in the background.

Oliver's fingers trembled slightly as he applied pressure to my wound. It was rare to see him like this—scared. But his voice, though tight, was steady. "You're not dying on me, (Y/N). You hear me?"

I forced a weak smirk. "You... worried, Queen?"

His eyes flashed with something intense. "Of course I'm worried," he admited, voice barely above a whisper. His thumb brushed against my cheek, gentle, reverent. "You're not just another soldier in the field. "You're—" He cut himself off, exhaling sharply. "You're important to me."

I tried to hold onto his gaze, but the pain was too much. My body gave in, and the last thing I felt was Oliver's hand tightening around mine.

"I've got you," he murmured. "I'm not letting you go."

Darkness swallowed me whole, but somehow, I knew he'd keep his promise.

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Pain was the first thing I registered as I slowly drifted back into consciousness. A dull, throbbing ache pulsed through my side, but it was nothing compared to the crushing exhaustion weighing down my limbs.

I tried to move, but a firm hand gently pressed me back down.

"Don't," Oliver's voice was low, rough, and closer than I expected. "You're still healing."

I forced my eyes open, blinking against the dim lighting of the Arrowcave. My head swam as I tried to take in my surroundings. The monitors hummed softly, casting a blue glow across the room. Felicity and Diggle were nowhere in sight. But Oliver— was right beside me, sitting on the edge of the medical table, his hand still gripping mine.

"You stayed," I murmured, my voice hoarse.

His jaw tightened. "Of course I did."

I tried to sit up, but pain flared through my side, making me suck in a sharp breath. Immediately, Oliver's other hand came to rest on my shoulder, steadying me.

"Take it easy," he warned.

I let out a weak laugh. "When do I ever take it easy?"

His lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment, he just stared at me, like he was trying to convince himself that I was really here—that I was still breathing. Then, before I could say anything else, his grip on my hand tightened.

"You almost died, (Y/N)." His voice was raw, his usual controlled exterior cracking at the edges. "I carried you in here, covered in blood, and for a second, I thought—" He cut himself off, inhaling sharply. "I thought I was going to lose you."

I swallowed hard. I'd seen Oliver worried before, but never like this. Never this shaken.

"I'm still here," I whispered, squeezing his hand as best as I could.

His fingers curled around mine, like he was grounding himself in the warmth of my touch. "Yeah," he murmured. "You are."

A heavy silence settled between us. His thumb brushed absently over my knuckles, his gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart sutter.

"Oliver..." I hesitated. "I've been doing this long enough to know the risks. I knew what I was walking into."

His jaw clenched. "That doesn't mean I have to be okay with it."

I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could, he let out a breath, his head dipping slightly as if the weight of the moment was too much.

"I'm not okay with it, (Y/N)," he admitted. "Because if something ever happened to you—" His voice wavered, and for the first time, I saw it. The fear. The vulnerability. "I can't lose you."

A lump formed in my throat.

I could've played it off, made some sarcastic comment to lighten the tension. But this wasn't a moment for deflection. Not this time.

So instead, I lifted my free hand, weak as it was, and rested it against his cheek. His breath hitched, but he didn't pull away.

"You won't lose me," I promised softly.

His eyes searched mine, something unreadable flashing through them. Then, slowly, he turned his face into my touch, pressing a gentle kiss against the inside of my palm.

"I mean it, (Y/N)," he whispered.

And somehow, I knew he did.

[claradesvoeux]

MUSTER LIST UNDER THE CUT Note that a) there are likely others I have not accounted for moving outside Clara's circle who have yet to be added, but also b) it looks like a long list but by no means are all spots taken. If you want to join in just make a blog/sideblog and start interacting and I'll add you no questions asked. If you want a list of who all *isn't* taken, dm me and I'll forward you a guide to the AMC Cold Boys. Also c) some links might not work as blog names occasionally change. Please let me know if one is broken and I'll update it. Enjoy!

This is not a terribly recent thing but I realize I forgot to include it: there are also DUPLICATE CHARACTERS so if you want to be someone that we already have that’s fine too!

Admirer, E. Secret - Officer (Terror)

Anon, Peach - Peaches

Armitage, Thomas - Gunroom Steward (Terror)

Armitage, Thomas - Gunroom Steward (Terror)

Asleepmottley, Ash - Surgery Apprentice (Terror)

Best, Charles - AB (Erebus)

Blanky, Thomas - Ice Master (Terror)

Bridgens, John - Officer's Steward, Captain's Steward (Erebus)

Cracroft, Sophia - Fumbler (England)

Collins, Henry Foster - Second Master (Erebus)

Crozier, Francis Rawdon Moira - Captain (Terror)

Des Voeux, Charles Frederick (You Are Here) - Third Lieutenant, 12 Year-Old Father (Erebus)

Diggle, John - Cook (Terror)

Fairholme, James Walter "Walt" - Third Lieutenant (Erebus)

Filler, James - AB (Terror)

Fitzjames, James - Commander, Captain (Erebus)

Franklin, Jane - Widow (England)

Franklin, John - Former Captain (Erebus)

Gibson, Billie - Officer's Steward (Terror)

Goodsir, Harry - Surgeon's Assistant, Anatomist (Erebus, Terror)

Gore, Graham - First Lieutenant (Erebus)

Gore, Graham - First Lieutenant (Erebus)

Hartnell, Thomas - AB (Terror)

Hartnell, Thomas - AB (Terror)

Helpman, EJ - Clerk (Terror)

Hickey, Cornelius - Caulker's Mate (Terror)

Hickey, Cornelius - Caulker’s Mate (Terror)

Hoar, Edmund - Captain's Steward (Erebus)

Hodgson, George Henry - Second Lieutenant (Terror)

Ice, The - Ice (Nunavut)

Irving, John - Third Lieutenant, Holy Ghost Boy (Terror)

Jopson, Mary - Former Mother (Marylebone)

Jopson, Thomas - Captain's Steward, Third Lieutenant (Terror)

Le Vesconte, Henry Thomas Dundas "Dundy" - Second Lieutenant (Erebus)

Little, Edward - First Lieutenant (Terror)

MacDonald, Alexander - Surgeon's Assistant (Erebus)

Peglar, Henry "Harry" - Captain of the Foretop (Terror)

Pilkington, William "Pilk" - Private (Erebus)

Ross, Lady Ann Coulman - Wife (England?)

Ross, James Clark - Rear Admiral (Enterprise)

Ross, John - Admiral, Unc (England)

Silna "Lady Silence" - Strongest Soldier (Nunavut)

Stanley, Stephen - Surgeon (Erebus)

Tozer, Solomon "Sol" - Marine Sergeant (Terror)

Terror (Terror)

Fagin (Erebus)

Jacko (Erebus)

Rats, The (Erebus, Terror)

Tuunbaq (Nunavut)

Will be updated as new members join the club, let me know if links don't work!

[thebisexualdogdad]

Thea Queen x Red Hood male reader headcannons?

Thea Queen x Male!reader

● after the whole dying and coming back to life thing you decided to leave Gotham and start fresh somewhere new

● you heard about the arrow and his team and thought you'd head out west to check out what they were all about

● you met Thea when jumping in to assist them in a fight and immediately started flirting with her

● "Who the hell are you?"

● "I'm whoever you want me to be sweetheart and can I just say red looks even better on you than it does on me"

● "I hate him already"

● except after only two missions with the team you were already sleeping together

● you weren't allowed to tell anyone that you were hooking up

● felicity was the only one who figured out what was happening

● Felicity "I wonder when they are going to tell us they are hooking up"

● Diggle "what are you talking about? They aren't hooking up they hate each other"

● "they are definitely hooking up, I think arguing is a kink for them"

● the day finally comes when you're arguing about you being too reckless

● "why do you even care so much Thea?!"

● "Because I love you, you asshole!"

● this leads to really intense 'I love you' sex and making your relationship official

● and telling the rest of the team

● Diggle "oh damn, Felicity was right"

● Felicity proudly "told you"

● you two are the ultimate red superhero power couple

● when she finds out about your history with the Lazarus pit

● "is there anyone this thing hasn't resurrected??"

● Oliver hates seeing her on your motorcycle

● "So I can be a vigilante but I can't ride on my boyfriends motorcycle?"

● "I'd prefer if you didn't do either but I can't seem to change your mind about the first one so the least you can do is give me a little peace of mind with the second"

● she doesn't

● you love not having to pay for drinks at the Verdant

● Thea "you know you're gonna run my bar dry if you keep drinking everything from the top shelf"

● "Hey we don't have any clubs this clean in Gotham and im taking advantage of it, back home you're lucky if the only thing a bar is infested with is cockroaches"

● sparring together

● she surprised you with how good at hand to hand combat she is

● "damn Thea, now I know why they call you speedy, you dodged all of my punches"

● and another time she knocked you down and landed on top of you

● "batman would be so disappointed to see me in this position"

● "really because I thought you liked me being on top" she says with a smirk

● Thea felt so bad when she accidently sent an arrow into your shoulder during a mission

● "Oh my god Y/N I'm so sorry I thought you were one of the bad guys"

● "Thea it's okay, I died remember, an arrow isn't the worst pain I've ever experienced"

● her gently tracing your scars when you're lying in bed together

● Dick and Tim came to visit you one weekend when they found out a new drug on the streets of Gotham and Bludhaven were being sourced from Star City

● and to meet Thea because they never expected you to have a serious relationship

● part of them thought you were lying and Thea didn't actually exist

● Dick "so you must be Thea, Y/N has told us so much about you, I hope you're keeping him in line"

● Thea "oh trust me, Y/N loves when I order him around"

● Tim "didn't need to know that, so about this drug-"

● when the mission is over you take your brothers to the club before they go back home

● they have a great time but halfway through the night you've disappeared to hook up with Thea in her office

● Dick to Oliver "Hey have you seen Y/N, he left to get me another drink an hour ago"

● Oliver "yeah when Y/N and Thea both disappear you usually don't want to know what they are doing"

● Thea buying you a brand new knife when yours breaks

● this one also has 'red hood' engraved on it

● "babe, this might be the nicest thing anyone has ever given me"

● "I should find that endearing but I know by tonight you will have used it to stab someone with"

● "you're not wrong"

[burnwater13]

Opee Sea Killer on Naboo. Image from StarWars.com

The Show behind the Show 

Din Djarin didn’t know how Grogu managed to do the things he did. Not using the Force and not just using that adorable look and irresistible smile. He didn’t know how the Force worked, but he’d seen enough displays of it by Luke, Ahsoka, Grogu, the others to last him a lifetime. He’d also watched grown adults just fall all over themselves to protect, feed, care for, and encourage the small person who he, himself had adopted, rather than sending him back to his own kind. They were all under Grogu’s spell and it never seemed as strange to him as when they were in the N-1. 

Grogu loved the ship and disliked it in about equal measures. The boy loved that it was fast. That it could stop short, spin, plunge, and surge forward without hesitation. He loved that you could see hyperspace all around you when they were hopping from planet to planet. He loved being able to chat with R5 when he was bored. But there were plenty of things he didn’t like about the ship as well. 

Grogu hated that the ship didn’t have a fully private privy, like the old Razor Crest had. It certainly had proper equipment to make it as relatively comfortable as possible for the pilot, but Grogu didn’t consider any of that adequate. The Mandalorian sometimes wondered how Grogu had managed to deal with the lack of privacy he must have experienced during those years after he’d been rescued from the Jedi Temple. There was no way the other people responsible for him had all had proper hygiene equipment everywhere they went.

But that wasn’t the only thing Grogu didn’t like about the N-1. He also disliked how small the storage capacity was on the ship, particularly the preserver. It only held a few, small essentials, like bacta and liquid nutrient concentrate. The Mandalorian preferred ration packs and didn’t care if the water or ferment he drank was warm or cold. Grogu on the other hand preferred to eat his freeze dried frogs cold because he said they got soggy when they got to room temperature. He also preferred bone broth to other liquids and didn’t mind that cold, but didn’t like it warmish, but not hot. It had to be either hot or cold, but tepid was a huge problem. 

As was the lack of storage for common items like his stuffed animal collection that grew larger every time he saw Greef Karga, Peli Motto, or Daimyo Fett. The Mandalorian allowed him to bring to non-essential items with him on trips like this one. One stuffie and the control knob from the Razor Crest. Djarin still had to find room for his poncho, hammock, and pillow, which meant that he’d been going without spare socks, first layers and second layers. Grogu often complained that the Mandalorian spent too much time in the fresher when they arrived at any lodgings they were using but he had to clean those things somewhere and it took time. 

Yet, even with all the scowling, grousing, complaints, and mumbling, during every trip Grogu found a way to keep himself amused. Sometimes he just watched as much Diggle and Daggle as he could get away with, normally two or three seasons worth of programs played back to back. Other times, he found something he wanted to do more research on and the Mandalorian was actually lucky to get Grogu to pay any attention to his bodily needs including eating and sleeping. When Grogu wanted to know about something he was a voracious consumer of data and information. Which was great the majority of time. 

Did the Mandalorian really need three separate discussions about purrgils, there migratory habits, mating rituals, and historic significance? No. Not really. He was grateful that the critters existed but beyond that he really didn’t know what else to do with all that information. That’s why he gave Grogu an assignment to learn about Takodana once they were in hyperspace. Djarin wanted the former Jedi padawan to have something to focus his attention on without feeling like he was going to be completely overwhelmed or left behind. 

The Mandalorian had been on Takodana before. He liked what he could remember about the place. It seemed pretty friendly, all things considered, and hoped he’d have a reason to visit it again. Now that he had that reason he was looking forward to exploring more of the planet as well as finding out what Ahsoka Tano wanted with him. They were done with most of the Imp remnants, he hoped, and could start focusing on bringing the New Republic up to speed and finding a way to heal Mandalore the rest of the way. He hoped that whatever Ahsoka needed their help with it was about one or the other of those things and not some wild tauntaun chase. He’d had enough of that sort of thing to last him another lifetime.

While they were in hyperspace he would do his best to not eaves drop on Grogu’s process, but it wasn’t going to be easy for him. He liked observing his son when Grogu was focused so intently on a project. Djarin felt like he could see Grogu’s brain working through all the problems and drawing conclusions and considering alternatives and going off on his own metaphorical wild tauntaun chases. 

It had taken him a while to work out the best way to avoid too much oversight without completely ignoring what was going on right under his helmet. Then he discovered the ‘behind the scenes’ companion episodes of Diggle and Daggle that explained how the program was put together and included interviews with its stars, crew, and other cast members. As much as Grogu enjoyed the show, Djarin enjoyed the show behind the show. He just hoped that he’d be able to complete season four before they reached Takodana. He wanted to know who had thought to give Diggle top billing, when Daggle was the co-producer.

Until then, he just hoped Grogu was enjoying himself. He deserved it after everything they’d been through, again and again.

[28dayslater]

i have two quastions for you, pick and choose which one you want to answer depending on how much time you wish to spend indulging my whims

1. what footy teams do the various terror & erebus blokes support

or, if you want to cut to the chase

2. most likely coys on those ships

Knew exactly what this was going to be without opening the ask and spent the entire time washing my hair pondering it

I absolutely cannot pin down Jopson to a team, his vibe just does not match any, but he does have that hidden blokeiness about him so I can't say it wouldn't be his thing... need support on this one.

Blanky: as discussed he would support some nothing non league team no one's heard of with every fibre of his being. Hurling his wooden leg in the air when they score a consolation goal in a 6-1 hammering by Stoke

Crozier: this is the epitome of a 2020s man utd fan. Got into them decades ago when they were dominating and is now crushingly miserable every week. Life's good until it ain't

Tozer: I really really hate to say it but he's clearly YNWA. Will talk no more about this.

Fitzjames: city and he started supporting post-takeover and feels constant shame about it. "My dad supported them!" No, he didn't, and it would be less cringe for all involved if you admitted that

Little: just look at this miserable cunt. He's coys to his core and if he had a second team it would be fucking Everton. The type of spurs fan to respond to a derby loss by saying we never had any hope bc they were always better than us in every way

Hodgson: FULHAM

Hickey: whichever team is currently winning

Goodsir: neutral, stats guy, I must conclude his favourite team is Brighton which is probably why he got homophobic abuse

Sophia: Arsenal women 😒

Irving: tried to watch on tv once and got flustered by the shorts, has not attempted since

Tartnell: for secret reasons I must say gooner

Gibson: forgot he was here. Wolverhampton Wanderers and he calls them by the full name every time

Bridgens: Middlesbrough or something

Dundy: Drinking eight Madris at Dulwich hamlet and being sick on the kitman

Macdonald: SPL team that isn't Celtic or Rangers, can't elaborate further as I can't tell any of them apart

Des Voeux: England travelling fan, doesn't watch club football

Diggle: footyscran admin

Stanley: whole thing is beneath him

Collins: rugby

Sir John: Chelsea and Rangers

[dufferpuffer]

Order member ages

Just wanted to post this as its own thing for future reference. People often say Dumbledore recruits directly from Hogwarts, but it never seemed to line up with how old most of the members were...? So - I looked up who all the known members are! :)

First War:

Order was founded 1970 at the earliest - dissolved 1981. Earliest birthday possible: 1953, graduating 1970

S. Black, class of 78. R. Lupin, class of 78. P. Pettigrew, class of 78. J.+ L. Potter, class of 78. S. Snape, class of 78 E. Bones - Murdered w. wife + kids. Brother of the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones. M. Fletcher - already well integrated in Wizarding crime world. A.+ F. Longbottom - They would have been OLDER than the Potters as they were 'Prominent Aurors' and Auror training takes years to complete. A. Moody - Legendary Auror. Retired after this war. S. Podmore - Born 1956/1957, apparently…? G.+ F. Prewitt - Molly Weasley's brothers. E. Doge - Albus' schoolmate. Ab. Dumbledore - His brother. A. Figg - old Squib. R. Hagrid - He was 51 when Harry was born Unknown age estimate: C. Dearborn - Missing. D. Diggle. B. Fenwick - 'bits of him' were discovered. D. Meadowes - Personally killed by Voldemort, might mean he is a skilled adult. M. McKinnon - Killed 'with her whole family' E. Vance - 'stately looking with a green shawl' in the the 90s.

Note with the Longbottoms: They were 'Prominent Aurors' - which means they worked for the Ministry for some time. If they were born 1953, and thus graduated 1970 - they would only be 27 when Neville was born... giving them a little time to have built their careers while still being a younger couple. But was the Order formed right at the crack of the war...?

Second War:

F. Delacour - 95/96 at Gringotts, joined the order through Bill. H. Jones - Unknown age. Never mentioned to be at Hogwarts while Harry is there. N. Tonks - Adult, well into Auror training. C + B Weasley - Adult, well into their own careers. A + M Weasley - Born 1949/1950. M. McGonagall - I mean I suppose she was recruited from Hogwarts hey haha K. Shacklebolt - An Auror; my man became Minister of Magic F + G Weasley - 'Graduated' 95/96 - opened store H. Granger; R. Weasley - First mission seems to be when 17 H. Potter - Did some things with Albus at 16...? Unclear.

If I am missing anyone please add B^)

- Harry was doomed to face Voldemort anyway. Does he really count as an Order member...? He's more the reason the order exists. - Ron and Hermione are there in support of Harry - and only do things for the Order after Albus' death, when they are 17 and don't have much choice, they are hunted. Is it really 'joining the Order' when the order barely exists anymore...? - Fred and George... did they do any Order things before Albus' death...? Were they just running their shop, with their Mum breathing down their backs to not get involved? Unclear.

Notes to do with the second Order: Molly is against the children participating. Sirius, Lupin, probably some others but I can't remember are in support of it.

Albus Dumbledore was also against the children participating - especially in 95/96, where his whole deal was trying to keep them at school, safe - even though they weren't learning jack shit. It takes Harry having a meltdown, Sirius dying - and Dumbledore being cursed - for him to go "Fuck it... Harry, you should help. I gotta teach you before I die."

Observations about both Orders:

They both have a large group that come from one source. In the First War it was the Marauders, in the second the Weasleys.

They also share an 'Auror talent' that seem more affiliated with Moody than they do Albus: Tonks and the Longbottoms.

It makes sense that when one person joins others are likely to follow. The Weasley parents -> the Weasley kids -> Fleur. James, Sirius -> Peter, Remus, Lily -> Severus.

That's not really recruitment from school.

If I personally were to use the school to groom/recruit children to fight for me in a war: I would be trying to get the best from every year. I would be heavily encouraging kids from all year levels that show promise to take certain classes and learn certain spells... Then, I would assess them when they graduate: '71, '72, '73, '74, '75, '76, '77, '78 was a big year. '79, '80... A constant trickle. A couple of new people this year, one the next - and they are all likely to bring at least a friend along, too - right...?

Yet we don't really see that happen. It's just that one bumper crop from 78, that one friend group. Were there NO talented graduates in any other year...? Was ONLY Griffindor considered...?

There isn't exactly a 'skill requirement' to join the Order. You had people there just to source information. Remus did werewolf jobs. Peter Pete'd all over the place. There were min. 2 pregnancies...

They were losing people - if they needed quantity over quality, if they only really needed base loyalty and a good heart... why NOT recruit more students? And yet there's just one blip in 78.

That doesn't particularly scream 'groomed child soldiers' to me. BUT - there are 6 people from the first Order whose ages can't be estimated. Are they the missing child soldiers from the years before/after the Marauders? Dunno.

[kay-diggle]

A Second Experience

Summary: Y/N is less sexually experienced than her boyfriend, Jimin, and she wants to change that by getting another person involved as well.

*This is a continuation of a short fic I wrote three years ago called “Experience.”  t’s not required to read Experience first, but I would recommend it!! It can be found on my Masterlist as well! Pls check author notes at the end*

Pairing: Jimin x Female Reader x OC Vanessa

Genre & Rating: Smut, 18+ (kind of just pwp but like 97% porn!)

Warnings: bisexual!OC, bisexual/bi-curious!reader, threesome, oral (f & m. recieving),  dom!jimin, dom!OC, sub!reader (y/n is kinda getting passed around in this idk), a little degradation, some praise, sexual insecurities, breast fondling, handjob, blowjob, bondage? (Y/n gets tied up with a belt), sexual intercourse, unprotected sex (pls be safe guys), use of sex toys (dildos), honestly it’s hard to put warnings because so much happened here and it’s absolutely filthy pls just read with caution!!

Length: 7.2k words

*This fic is currently un-edited*

Kay-Diggle’s Ultimate Masterlist

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“Jimmmiinn,” you said in a sing-song tone.

“Oh god,” he groaned playfully. “What is it y/n?”

“Well, I saw an interesting post on Twitter earlier and it got me thinking-”

“Well that’s never good,” he cut you off, a teasing smile on his face.

“Shut up!” you laughed, moving to straddle his lap. You knew you would have to up the sex appeal for what you were about to propose to him.

“There was a woman who made a tweet about how she and her boyfriend had a threesome with some other girl and he ended up getting the girl pregnant.”

“Wow.. that’s terrible. She must be heart-broken,” he frowned but you couldn’t help but smile a little at how your boyfriend was always so thoughtful towards other people’s feelings, even those he didn’t know.

“Yeah, it sucks. She was super upset….”

“Yeah,” he studied your face, trying to see any reason why you’d be bringing this up to him. “Y/n, where exactly is this going?”

“Well… I was just curious about whether you have ever had a threesome before?” you asked shyly, making yourself a bit smaller in his lap. When you had planned the conversation out in your head hours earlier, you didn’t think you would be this nervous.

“Have I ever had a threesome?” your boyfriend raised his eyebrows as he repeated your question.

“Honestly, yes, with two girls. BUT it was a long time ago -- way before we met, and super random.”

You remembered the conversation you had with him a few months ago about your inexperience  when you had sucked him off for the first time, and you couldn’t help but frown. His reassurance from before had definitely made you feel much better, but his answer was disappointing. You wanted him to say no. You wanted him to never have done anything as “freaky” as having a threesome. But it is supposed to be every man’s dream, right? Or maybe that’s just a bad stereotype. Either way, he’s done it.

The sex between you and Jimin was always good, but always the same. Never switching it up much, usually vanilla, nothing but soft touches. The first and only time you had ever seen a more dominant side to him was when he was coaching you through giving your first blow job and you absolutely loved it. You wanted to see that side of him again. And although his reassurance was nice, upon hearing his answer to your question, you immediately went back into questioning if you were good enough to please him. I mean how could you, who had been a virgin a few months ago, compete with his sexual experience of having two girls at once.

But really, you felt most disappointed because you wanted him to say no so that it could be something you’d experience for the first time together.

And Jimin being the ever observant boyfriend he was immediately picked up on mood shift. “Babe?”

“Hmm?”

“What’s wrong? And before you tell me ‘nothing,’ I know you’re lying,” he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer towards his body.

You sighed. “I asked for a reason but then I kind of just got into my own head just now, and now I don’t know how I feel. Just forget I asked, it’s stupid. I’m stupid,” you tried to move off of his lap, making him tighten his hold on you.

“Okay, woah woah woah, slow down. Why did you ask, and what did you think because of the answer? I need you to talk to me okay, I’m right here,” he brought one hand up to cup your cheek, guiding you to look him in the eyes. You melted at his words once again, getting ready to spill your guts.

“Well… I was.. It’s just.. You being with two girls made me feel a little insecure,” you confessed, avoiding his eyes.

Jimin sighed deeply before removing his other arm from around you to hold your face in his both hands, forcing you to look at him again. “This is the last time we’re having this conversation. This will be the last time that I tell you nothing I did in the past matters anymore. I love you; I only want you. You are perfect in every aspect of the word.” He kissed you and you wanted to cry. You loved this man so much.

“Okay,” you gave him a sad smile after your lips left each other. “I only asked because… well.. I wanted you to not have done it before because….. I wanted us to try it together,” you mumbled that last part under your breath, hoping he couldn’t hear you, but he did. And he was dumbfounded.

“You- you want to have a thre- threesome?”

You winced at his question. “Yes.. is that crazy?”

“No!” he rushed to make sure you knew he wasn’t judging you. “Babe it’s not crazy at all, I just didn’t think it would be something you were into.”

“Well… are you into it?”

“I mean, I guess I could be. I don’t particularly like the idea of sharing you though,” he joked, easing your nerves just a bit.

“Well I’d be sharing you too. Plus I want it to be with another girl!”

“Oh.”

To say Jimin was surprised would be an understatement. Everything about this conversation had shocked him, but this? He would have never seen this coming.

“Well.. do you like girls? In that way? Is that what this is about?” he asked thoughtfully.

“I’ve been attracted to women in the past, yes, but I’ve never really thought about it too deeply. Women are just beautiful, ya know?” you chuckled. “I would like to experience being with a girl to see how I like it, but we really don’t have to -”

“We can if you’re comfortable with it,” he cut you off. “I just- are you sure this is a good idea? If we do this, I don’t want you comparing yourself to the other girl.”

“I won’t! I mean… I’ll try my best not to. But I honestly think it could be fun. Doing things with you, and getting to have my first experience with another girl at the same time.”

And you also thought that Jimin having a new memory of a threesome that you were in replacing the memory of the old one could be a plus too.

“Okay then, let’s do it,” he smiled and kissed you.

-

It was a girl you had gone to high school with, Vanessa. She had came out as bisexual and openly dated and hooked up with both sexes. You weren’t exactly friends but had always been friendly enough with each other due to having common acquaintances. And she was hot. And also super nice. When you had reached out to her and explained your situation, she agreed with little to no reluctance.

Jimin took the backseat, wanting you to have the final decision in everything. In his mind, all he had to do was show up and make sure you were happy and feeling secure in your relationship. He wanted this entire experience to be about you and what you wanted which is why he easily agreed to the girl you chose, not taking much interest in her in the first place. He only had eyes for you and made sure to let you know as much as he could in the days leading up to the time you scheduled with Vanessa.

Now sitting in Jimin’s bedroom with your two partners, you felt a little more than awkward with the situation; however, Vanessa was quick to create a pleasant atmosphere with Jimin’s help.

“So, is there anything off limits for you two?” she asked.

You and Jimin shared a look, realizing that this was probably something you should have discussed beforehand. “Well.. uh, Y/n?” Jimin offered the question to you.

“Um… I don’t think so? Maybe just nothing with anal cause I’ve never done that before. Other than that, I think I’m good.”

“Alright, I can work with that,” Vanessa smiled sweetly. “Anything else?”

“No, I think we’re all set,” said Jimin.

“Great. Well then….” Vanessa got up and started moving towards you with a predatory gaze. “Let’s get these clothes off you,” she started removing your jacket after pulling off her own.

She caressed your arm before straddling your lap. You wrapped your arms around her waist, looking up at her with slightly scared eyes. She giggled at you before kissing you. The kiss was slow as she was clearing testing the waters, and when she started grinding down on your lap, you took the initiative to slip your tongue into her mouth, but she kept in control of the kiss anyways. As Vanessa rocked her hips on you, she moved your hands to make you grab her ass.

And Jimin sitting next to you was getting hard beyond belief at the sight of you two all over each other. Frankly, it makes him feel like one of those horny teenage boys who always fantasize about two women being together. He decided to intervene, coughing slightly to remind the two of you of his presence.

Vanessa pulled away from the kiss at that sound, smirking before she moved to sit in his lap too. His hands found a place on her waist, but he was sure to look at you for confirmation before doing anything. When you gave him a small nod, they moved to kiss each other. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the feeling of her lips, but at the end of the day, they just weren’t yours.

“Move towards the headboard,” Vanessa sent the command to you once she pulled away from your boyfriend’s lips.

You followed her instructions and watched as she got off of Jimin’s lap and sunk to her knees in between his legs. Jimin had to take in a breath at the sight of her seductive eyes looking back at her. She unbuckled his belt, pulled it through the loops of his jeans and placed it in his hands, muttering a quick ‘hold this’ before starting to rub him through his pants. And when she licked him through his pants, he leaned back on his palms, waiting for her to get to work with her mouth. However, she had other plans.

“Oh Jimin, as fine as you are… and you are VERY fine, I’m more interested in playing with her,” she nodded her head towards you.

Having been sitting near the headboard this whole time and just watching, you were expecting the same as Jimin, that Vanessa was going to give him a blowjob, so when the attention was suddenly centered on you, you froze.

She stood to her feet and pulled you by your ankles to make you lay down. While you tried to control your breathing, Vanessa whispered something in your boyfriend's ear and stood back while Jimin approached you, smirking. He spread your legs and crawled in between them to sit on his knees, coming down to kiss you. His hands find your waist and begin tugging up the hem of your shirt before it's pulled over your head and thrown on the floor. You take the initiative to unhook your bra too before laying back down, pulling Jimin to kiss you again before breaking away.

“Y/n, Jimin is going to tie you up,” Vanessa comes to the side of the bed, breaking you out of the trance Jimin’s lips just put you in.

You felt Jimin bring your wrists together and wrap his belt around them, fastening them to one of the bars of the headboard. You tugged at the restraints to find that they weren’t too tight but tight enough that you couldn’t  break free which made you a little tense. Sensing this, Jimin rubbed your thighs to soothe you and leaned down to press sweet kisses to the side of your neck.

“You doing okay?” he whispered.

“Yes… kiss me,” you replied and your lips connected once more.

Jimin schooched down the bed and took your panties and shorts off with him, leaving you bare for Vanessa who took Jimin’s place in between your legs. She kissed your lips, then moved to your neck leaving tiny love bites, and worked her way down to your breasts massaging both of them in her hands and licking and biting one of your nipples while looking you directly in the eyes before switching to the other. Behind her, you saw Jimin leaning against the wall in your room, staring at the sight before him and looking absolutely delectable. You couldn’t help the tiny moans you let out, so aroused that your wetness was starting to drip out of you and onto the bed.

When Vanessa had enough of teasing you, she turned back to look at boyfriend. “Do you eat your girlfriend out a lot Jimin?”

“Whenever she wants.”

“Good. Tell me how she likes it then,” Vanessa turned back to you, smirking before kissing down the length of your torso and biting at the inside of your thigh, closest to where you need her. You felt her breath puff out against you, creating a cooling sensation.

Jimin moved towards the bed and sat on his knees near your head, looking at you once before turning to watch Vanessa as he gave her instructions.

“Lick up her slit a few times, slowly,” he said and watched as she did so. “Good, now use the tip of your tongue to circle around her clit and then suck on it… fuck, just like that.”

Jimin couldn’t take his eyes off the sight of this woman eating you out. He was really turned on by it and you could tell when you saw him gripping himself through his tight jeans. At that moment, you decided to help him get off too.

“Fuck… uh, Jimin?” He finally turned his eyes towards you and all you saw was lust. “Fuck my mouth while she eats me out… please?”

And he didn’t even have to think twice before removing his clothes, joining you back on the bed. You tilted your head in his direction and stuck your tongue out, allowing him to gently tap it with the tip of his cock a few times. When you heard him whisper out a quiet ‘fuck,’ you suckled on the tip a little bit, swirling your tongue around it before letting him stick more of his length into your mouth. He let out a moan at the feeling of your mouth around him, and then let out another one when he turned to see Vanessa still eating you out after getting the hang of it.

He watched as she licked on your clit, sucked it and then thrust her tongue into your center a few times, causing you to let out little moans around him. Vanessa licked her way back up to your clit before lightly slapping your clit. The shock from it had you jolting up, taking more of Jimin in your mouth and when he felt your throat tighten around him, he threw his head back in pleasure, trusting into your mouth a little more aggressively.

“Fuck Vanessa, do that again,” he directed her and she listened, making you cry out around Jimin’s cock.

He brought his hand down to your head to remove the hair that was falling into your eyes and wrapped one hand around the back of your neck to thrust into your mouth more easily. “Fuck her open with your fingers,” he commanded while looking straight into your eyes, still thrusting.

When you felt Vanessa collect some of your wetness on a finger before sliding it in and sucking on your clit again, you gagged around Jimin. He let out a deep moan of your name at the feeling before taking himself out of your mouth to let you breathe. You coughed a few times and then he came down to kiss you again but all you could do was let out moans against his mouth as Vanessa added another finger into you and curled them, pushing that spongy spot inside of you.

“Does what she’s doing feel good, baby?” he asked.

“Yes.. it feels really good,” you nodded. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you confessed.

“Jimin,” Vanessa stilled her fingers but licked against your clit just once. “Do I stop, or should we let her cum?”

“Hmm,” he looked down at you. “I don’t know. She’s been good, hasn’t she?” his hand traveled down to your soaking pussy, two fingers rubbing  your clit.

“Yessss,” you whined, and then Vanessa began fucking you with her fingers again.

“Oh God, s-so soo close,” you breathed out.

“Yea? You gonna be a good little slut and come for us Y/n?” Jimin asked, slapping your clit lightly before rubbing again. And then you saw white as your orgasm took over, your back arching as you pulled at the belt against your wrists. Vanessa held your hips down and legs open while Jimin continued rubbing you through your orgasm before he saw it was too much for you.

“Good girl,” Vanessa cooed, rubbing your thigh as you came down from your high. “So good for me and your boyfriend,” she giggled as she pressed kisses into your thigh.

“What happens now?” you asked breathlessly.

“I don’t know.. Should we keep her tied up?” Jimin directs his question to Vanessa.

“Hmmm.. no. I think I have an idea,” she replied, moving off the bed to strip out her clothes and get something out of her backpack.

After Jimin undid the belt, he kissed both of your wrists, wrapping them around his neck taking you into his arms to kiss your lips. You giggled, loving how your boyfriend could be so caring a minute after calling you a slut and making you cum with another person you forgot was in the room until you felt her hands rubbing your backside and kissing your neck.

“I have a strap,” she whispered in your ear. “Can I fuck you?”

You weren’t expecting this, so you looked at your boyfriend in shock, but when you saw in his eyes that he was turned on by the thought of you getting fucked with a plastic dick, you said yes.

“Sorry Jimin, she’s mine for the next few minutes,” Vanessa jokingly pushed him away and he sat against the headboard, gripping his hard length.

You watched as Vanessa tied the strap around her waist, and then she gathered your hair into one hand and moved your head towards the plastic dick, prompting you to get on your hands and knees,

“Suck on it a little bit, Y/n. Get it nice and wet so I can fuck you with it.”

You looked up at her and then down at the fake penis and opened your mouth, allowing her to guide it into your mouth. It was different from what you were used to, missing the warmth and thick girth that your boyfriend provided, but being a bit lengthier. You bob your head on it, coating it with your saliva before pulling back.

“Stay right there,” Vanessa whispered, kissing you and patting your check before moving behind you, giving you a full view of your boyfriend with his hand wrapped around his cock, precum dripping from the tip. He stared back at you with an intensity you’ve never seen from him before.

Vanessa watched the two of you for a second before harshly smacking your right ass cheek, making you whimper and arch your back even more.

“Is Jimin the only person who’s ever fucked you Y/n?” Vanessa asked while rubbing the tip of the toy against your wetness, slightly pushing into you and then quickly pulling out, effectively teasing you.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

“Yea? Well let’s change that, hmm?”

And then she slid the toy into you. You were so wet that there was little to no resistance because of how wet you’ve been the whole time. And again, you were missing the warmth that comes with Jimin’s cock, but this plastic one still felt good enough to make you almost scream out ‘oh shit’ as she bottomed out into you. She pulled out, and gave you a few more thrusts, allowing you to adjust to the toy. She tightened her grip on your waist, and sped up her movements a bit. Once she was able to fuck you more easily, she brought her hand to your head and pushed it down towards the bed, making you arch your back further and allowing her to go deeper.

“That feel good Y/n?”

“So good, so so good,” your moans muffled out into the pillow she was holding your head into.  out as you felt her hitting that spongy spot inside of you again.

Vanessa leaned down towards you, moving the hair that had fanned out across your cheek to the side and whispered in your ear, “tell your boyfriend how much you like it.”

With your head still pressed into the pillow, your eyes traveled up your boyfriend's body. His hard cock was standing at attention, tip red with precum leaking out, his hand wrapped tightly around it. He was lazily stroking it as he watched the scene before him. Your eyes traveled up more to see his toned chest and the bottom half of his face where he was biting his lip so hard it looked like he might draw blood.

Once your eyes found your boyfriends, you were surprised, as you had never seen his eyes so dark before, so full of lust. You had never seen him so turned on. “I like it,” you groaned out onto the pillow.

Jimin used his free hand to slip the pillow from under your head. “ What was that? I couldn’t hear you, slut.”

“I like it,” you nearly screamed as Vanessa was hitting all the right spots within you.

“Yea? You like getting fucked by Vanessa? You like her using that plastic in you while I’m sitting here, aching for you? You have me right here but you also needed the dildo cause you’re a greedy little whore, aren’t you?”

It was at this moment that you became aware of your boyfriend's degradation kink. You also found that you liked being degraded.

“Fuck yes!” you yelled out as you felt Vanessa move her hand underneath your body, her fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in a circular motion while continuing to pound you into the bed.

You were close. So close to coming again when you felt Vanessa stop, and pull your body up by your hair. You were at eye level with Jimin now and continued to hold eye contact with him as Vanessa gave you little shallow strokes in this new position.

“You’re letting somebody slut you out in front of your own boyfriend. Imagine what our classmates would think Y/n. You were always such a good girl,” she said, giving you a sharp thrust. “See how hard your boyfriend is for you, hmm? You got wetter when he was talking to you just now. Why don’t you be a good girl and go help him out. Go ride him Y/n.”

“Come here, pretty girl,” he called to you and held out his hand for you to take. It sounded like his voice had dropped another octave or two.

Once you were close enough, his hands gripped your waist and guided you to straddle his lap. As you were still kind of inexperienced, Jimin knew you still felt a little insecure about your riding skills, so he decided to guide you.

“You still okay?” he whispered.

“Yea.. are you?” you smiled and looked down at his hard length, wrapping your hand around it. He hissed at the feeling and dove in for a kiss.

You felt  Vanessa sneak up behind you and replace your hand on Jimin’s dick, sliding it back and forth between your sopping wet folds as the two of you continue to kiss. When Vanessa lines Jimin up with your entrance, Jimin breaks the kiss and uses his grip on your waist to pull you down onto his length. Both of your mouths drop open, momentarily speechless at the feeling. It felt much different than what you had experienced with Vanessa. He was warm inside of you. He was familiar… It felt like returning home.

Vanessa’s hands joined Jimin’s on your waist, and they both began to guide you to move up and down on his cock. You wrapped your arms around his neck to try and ground yourself somehow when Vanessa continued guiding you while Jimin focused his efforts on thrusting up into you.

“Oh my God,” Jimin whined as his lips found purchase on your neck, leaving kisses all over the area and little love bites.

“Now keep bouncing on your boyfriend’s cock just like that,” Vanessa said as she released her hold on you. You felt one of her hands travel from your waist and up your torso, stopping to play with one of your breasts and lightly pinch your nipple and then move further up until it was wrapped around your neck, slightly choking you. Her other hand moved to play with your clit again. You closed your eyes and cried out as soon as you felt her fingers on you. You weren’t going to last much longer, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold it.

“Jimin, I think we’re about to make your girlfriend cum,” Vanessa teased, tightening her grip on your throat.

“I think you’re right,” he lightly chuckled. “Look at me, pretty girl,” Jimin said, slapping your thigh and then letting his hands replace Vanessa’s on your waist. “Look right at me baby, open your eyes.”

You did as he commanded and were met with a sight you loved to see. Your boyfriend looked absolutely wrecked. Sweat dripping from his forehead, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from bites and kisses, and eyes darker than ever.

Jimin’s look paired with the dirty talk you couldn’t quite comprehend that Vanessa was whispering into your was pushing you over the edge.

“My pretty girl is gonna cum for me, right? My pretty little slut is gonna cum all over my cock, hmm? Keep those eyes open. Right on me.”

And you did exactly as he said. Your orgasm hit you, leaving your jaw slack and your body leaning back into Vanessa. Your legs started shaking as you raised yourself off his cock and let out heavy pants. Vanessa sat back with you between her legs, cooing at you, calling you all kinds of ‘pretty’ and ‘good girl’ as you came down from your high.

Without your knowledge, as you were busy trying to catch your breath, Jimin and Vanessa shared a quick look and head nod before both of their full attention were back on you. Jimin crawled in between your open legs and pressed a light kiss on your forehead as Vanessa continued to stroke your arms in a comforting way.

“You’re doing so well for us, y/n,” he said, pecking your lips. “You want to keep going?”

You were fucked out of your mind at this point, and so, you just nodded your head and gave your boyfriend a stupid smile.

“Okay. Stay just like this for me,” he sweetly stroked your cheek. “Vanessa, hold her legs open,” he instructed.

Vanessa held your legs up using the area behind your knees and then widened them. This position essentially left you immobile as you were laying directly on Vanessa and couldn’t move backwards either. And it’s exactly what Jimin wanted.

He slapped the tip of his cock against your sensitive and engorged clit a few times, smiling at your whining before using his hand to guide himself into your entrance once more.

“Fuck Y/n, you feel so good,” he groaned as he bottomed out. “Always so fucking good for me.”

His hands gripped your torso and he began fucking you faster, fucking you with purpose. The wet sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with your non stop moaning filled the room. You were so wet that he slipped out of you and he re-entered you, quickly resuming his previous movements.

The feeling was becoming too much for you to handle, too good, and you started wiggling your hips a little trying to move back, but it was impossible to do so with Vanessa’s grip on your legs and her body directly behind yours. Your boyfriend realized what you were trying to do and let out a deep chuckle.

“Vanessa,” Jimin calls out to her as he started slowing down his thrusts. . “Do you wanna know a secret?”

“Mmmhmm,” she hummed in response, too focused on watching your boyfriend move in and out of you.

“Y/n here is a runner,” he grunted. “Almost every time I fuck her, she tries to run from me. That’s why I’m happy you’re here.”

He looks down at you while you look up at him and his grip on your toso tightens. He stops his movements inside of you completely before lowering himself more towards you and giving you a light peck on your lips.

“There’s nowhere-” hard thrust “for you-” hard thrust “to run-” harder thrust “now.”

He began fucking you harder and harder, and you didn’t think you had ever felt him so deeply inside of you before. You could also feel Vanessa holding onto your legs tighter and grinding against the bed, no doubt turned on by the scene between you and your lover unfold right in front of her.

“Hmm.. look at how well you’re taking that dick Y/n. I know it feels so good. You should never run from it, sweetie,” said Vanessa. “Do you wanna cum again? Want your boyfriend to have you shaking all over his cock again?”

“Yes,” you looked up to her and answered, being so fucked out you were barely able to get the word out.

“Well I’m not the one fucking you am I?” she nodded towards Jimin. “Tell your boyfriend what you want. Ask him to let you cum.”

You refocused your attention on the man fucking into you. At this point, your eyes were so low that you could barely see him. Before you could even say anything, he shook his head at you causing you to whine once more.

“Can I please cum, Jimin? I’ve been so good for you and Vanessa. Please make me cum. Please let me cum. Please, please, please, please, please,” you cried. You could hear the desperation in your own voice and normally you would’ve been embarrassed, but you wanted to come so badly that you couldn’t even find it within yourself to care.

“You wanna come baby? I’ll make you cum.”

And you were so close, so so close to that feeling, that undeniable bliss you had been chasing, but Jimin stopped fucking you to reposition your body with the help of the girl holding you. Now Vanessa was sitting on her knees, your torso on her thigh, and holding your legs back while Jimin’s hands were on your hips, holding them up off the bed. As he continued fucking you, much harder and faster now, your body rocked back and forth against Vanessa’s thighs. And every thrust he gave you was pushing into your g-spot once more. They could both tell you were super close now, and Vanessa almost dropped one of your legs to move her hand towards your clit again until Jimin directed her not to.

“Don’t touch her,” he directed the comment towards Vanessa. “If she wants to cum, she’s gonna do it just like this… fuck,” he groaned.

The feeling of him pressing into your g-spot repeatedly left you shaking, and the sound of his thighs slapping against your ass left your ears ringing. It was like you were feeling everything all at once, but the feelings felt so good that you were numb. As Jimin was fucking you as best as he could and Vanessa was trying to sooth you with her words and light kisses on your forehead, all you could do was yell out any and everything that came to mind about how it felt so good, how it was too much, how you never wanted it to end, and how badly you wanted– needed to come.

And eventually, you did. The feeling was so intense, so overpowering and euphoric that you didn’t even realize you were crying. Or how hard your legs were shaking, or that you had squirted all over your boyfriend’s lower abdomen.

You didn’t register anything that had happened until you heard both Vanessa and your boyfriend cooing at you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you up towards him and pressing his lips against your own. Vanessa rubbed your back as he hugged you, both of them whispering praises in your ear like no tomorrow.

You were thoroughly fucked out. There was no way you would be able to take anymore and they both knew that. You knew that both Vanessa and Jimin had not cum yet as both of them had been focusing their energy on trying to make you cum. You also knew that Jimin wouldn’t make a move towards her without your permission first, so despite you being tired, you decide to make the first move for them.

“Vanessa, lay down,” you commanded, but your voice came out smaller than you expected it to.

Nevertheless, she laughed before doing as you asked, and you joined her on the bed. Your lips connected and before you knew it, you were in a heated make out session with lip biting and tongue everywhere. You hummed into the kiss before moving your lips down her neck, across her collarbones, and to her breast leaving little kisses in your wake. Your hands found both of her breasts, squeezing and massaging them just to get a feel, as you had never felt a pair that wasn’t your own. And then your lips wrapped around one of her nipples, sucking lightly and then giving the same treatment to the other. One of your hands slid down the rest of her body and found its way to her wet center.

When your cool hands connected with her wet warmth, she let out a deep sigh. You quickly looked back at Jimin, signaling that you wanted him to join you, thus he began kissing Vanessa and playing with her tits as you abandoned them for her pussy. After completely coating your index finger in her wetness, you slid it into her wet hole and heard her moan out even louder, asking you to add in another finger. And you did just that, slowly finger fucking her while moving further down on the bed. You had never touched a girl in this way, and you had never eaten a girl out, but you figured you might as well try it now.

When your face reached her center, you gave her clit a little experimental lick, and you felt her wiggle her hips a bit. She was too occupied with what Jimin was doing with her to give you directions, so you just decided to go for it and wrap your lips around her clit, sucking it harshly.

“Fuck y/n, that’s so good. Just like that please.”

Her little praise motivated you to keep going, changing the angle of your fingers inside of her and eating her out more messily, so much so that her juices were spreading over your face. You looked up to see her jerking your boyfriend off while he was still teasing her nipples. They were both so close, and you wanted them both to cum after they had fucked you so well.

“Jimin, come fuck her,” you said, before going back down to lick her once more.

When his eyes met yours to see that you were 100% okay with it, he obeyed and you switched spots with him. You watched him give himself a few more jerks before lining up with her entrance, but you stopped him with a low ‘wait’ before he could go in. Your eyes met his and you gave him the most sultry look you could muster before you bent down and took his length into your mouth, deepthroating him immediately and keeping your eyes on his the entire time as you began bobbing your head on him as well. You took him out of your mouth and spit on his length, rubbing it up and down on him trying to get him nice and wet.

“Now you can fuck her,” you smirked, letting him go and moving back towards Vanessa. He really never thought that you would be so freaky, and in that moment, Jimin wanted to bend you over and fuck you again, but he figured he would save it for another day.

He slid his cock into Vanessa, stretching her out and watching as she gasped at the feeling.

“Hoy fuck,” she moaned. “My god y/n, your boyfriend feels amazing. So so big. God, I’m not gonna last,” she whined.

“That’s okay,” Jimin started. “I’m not gonna last much longer either,” he said as he started to speed up.

As he was fucking her, you went to sit next to him and watch. You never thought you would be turned on watching your boyfriend with someone else, but the sight in front of you was nothing short of incredible. Who wouldn’t be turned while watching two extremely hot people fuck?

You momentarily stole his attention when you kissed on his neck, prompting him to turn his head and kiss you fully. But you didn’t wanna ruin this for Vanessa, so you broke away from him and crawled closer to her, kissing her again before running a hand down the length of her body before connecting your fingers with her clit. You rubbed fast circles against it, leaving her moaning into your mouth and tightening around Jimin’s cock before her jaw dropped completely.

“Fuck I’m close,” he warned, speeding up his thrusts. “I’m so fucking close. Oh my god.”

“Me too, me too,” Vanessa groaned.

“Y/n, turn around, come here,” Jimin instructed.

And so you changed your position so that you were straddling Vanessa’s stomach, facing Jimin and matching his height at the moment. Your fingers resumed their work on her clit which made her cry out once more, and one of Jimin’s hands moved to wrap around the back of your neck. And while Vanessa began to rub and play with your ass that was in front of her, your boyfriend pulled you in for a kiss while he continued to fuck into the girl below you. Even though he was fucking someone else, his focus was still on you, just like it always was.

And when Jimin began to fuck her harder, hitting all the right spots, she came with a loud “oh shit.” It was the leg shaking, toes curling, eyes rolling back kind of orgasm that Vanessa rarely ever got when she had sex with guys. She became impossibly tight and Jimin slipped out of her while you moved from on top of her to next to her, rubbing her stomach in a soothing manner like she had done for you when you came.

After Vanessa had a quick breather, she pulled you to join her on the floor as you both sat on your knees. You had a feeling that you knew where she was going with this, so you held your hand out for your boyfriend to take, leading him to stand in front of both you and Vanessa. Jimin could’ve cum at the sight below him– two girls that he had fucked and completely wrecked, one of them which he was completely in love with. And his dick was incredibly hard, possibly harder than it had been ever before.

Both you and Vanessa wrapped a hand around him and began stroking him together. And you decided to suck on his tip while Vanessa stroked the rest of his length. Jimin threw his head back in absolute pleasure and let out the loudest moan you’d heard from him yet. His hand found the back of your head, wanting you to lower your mouth a bit, and Vanessa followed your bobbing movements with her hand until she decided to change course and began suckign on his balls. After a few seconds of this, when the feeling became too much, Jimin finally came down your throat with a loud moan of your name as Vanessa was still fondling his balls and until he let go of you fell back to sit on the bed.

You tried your best to swallow the sticky substance, but as all of it didn't end up in your mouth and began dripping on your cheek, Vanessa licked it off of your face before kissing you with tongue to get more.

“Fucking hell..” Jimin sighed, watching the scene before him.

When you finally broke away from the kiss with Vanessa and met his eyes, you giggled before turning back to Vanessa and giving her one last peck. Your boyfriend held out his hand to help you stand up and join him on the bed before offering the same thing to Vanessa. She only stood and then put her hands on her hips, loudly breathing out before looking down at the both of you on the bed. A shy smile spread across your face before you snuggled closer to your boyfriend, and Vanessa just giggled, finding you to be extremely cute.

She excused herself to the bathroom to shower before packing her things up and getting ready to go. You showed her out, hugged her goodbye, and thanked her once again for joining you both.

When she left and you rejoined Jimin, you couldn’t meet his eyes, not after all of the depraved shit you just did. And when you went to sit on the opposite side of the bed, he knew something was up.

“You’re freaking out in your head right now, aren’t you?” he chuckled.

“Well how could I not be freaking out. We just did…. all of.. that!”

“I know,” he whispered, getting up to join you on your side of the bed. He pushed you to lay down and then laid on top of you, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “But you liked it, right? It wasn’t too much for you?” You could hear the concern in his voice.

“No… I did like it. I’m probably gonna be really sore for the next couple of days, but I’d say this experience was worth it,” you laughed.

“Then that’s all that matters, Y/n. That, and the fact that I absolutely love you,” he said.

He kissed you and the smile grew across your face.

You knew that any future experiences you had, whether they be sexual or not, you wanted them all to be with him.

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Notes: If you’ve read this before it’s because I previously posted and private this twice but OMMMGGG, I’m kinda getting emotional right now because I worked on this fic for over a year and generally haven’t posted in about two years. This is the longest fic I’ve written thus far (also the smuttiest) and I’m kind of proud of it. I can’t promise that I’ll write more but if this story is received well, then I’ll definitely make an effort to try. Hope anyone who comes across this enjoys and PLEASE leave feedback; it’s greatly appreciated! :) Also, I’m also planning to keep this little “series” going and write about more of Y/n’s firsts so stay tuned for that!

Another thing, I have more time in my schedule to write now so IM REOPENING MY REQUESTS! SEND SOME IN PLZ & THNX! 

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Felicity's first reaction to flying to Lian Yu to (hopefully) convince Oliver to return to Starling City is that she hates flying. She hates heights, she hates planes, and it's a wonder she's going through with this considering how stubborn Oliver is in the first place. Her second reaction, when jumping out of the plane is "frack, frack, frack."

The island is actually kinda… beautiful. Felicity hadn't been expecting that. It's also apparently extremely dangerous and full of booby traps, which she has to learn the hard way. That is, stepping on a landmine so that Oliver has to heroically swing down and rescue her. Felicity hates the way her face heats up when he lands on top of her. She's here for a reason, damn it.

Oliver takes them to a crash-landed plane, presumably where he'd been staying (and moping) for the last few months. He tells them they shouldn't have come, and that he is happy to see them but he won't come back to Starling. Felicity thinks only he can ignore the massive privilege he has to just… walk away from life when it gets hard. And, yeah, he's been through hell (on this island and off), but that doesn't excuse his behavior.

Felicity tells him his family business is going to get taken over, hoping it'll convince him to come back.

"30,000 employees are going to be out of a job, including one very blonde I.T. expert," Felicity says.

"I get why you had to leave, Oliver," Diggle tells Oliver. "Probably better than anybody else. I've been there. And after what happened, nobody can blame you for leaving. But it's time to come home."

Felicity tries her best not to be offended that he's the one to convince Oliver to come back. After all, Diggle had always somehow knew exactly what to say when it came to Oliver.

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Promise Me: Arrow 2x09 Review (Three Ghosts)

It is mid-season finale time and Season 2 provides one of Arrow’s best. Oliver’s truly horrific past is revealed as he hallucinates in the present day, but are they truly hallucinations or something more?

Let’s dig in…

Olicity

Before the ghosts, we must deal with Barry Allen. Oliver is coding on the table because that’s just something he does from time to time. Felicity begs Barry to save her “friend” (okay honey, we’ll go along with that moniker for now) but Barry protests he’s more comfortable with corpses. Well keep talking buddy and he’ll be one soon enough! But Felicity is faithful that Barry, and only Barry, can save Oliver.  

Do I feel Barry warrants this level of trust from Felicity? His forensic science skills are quite helpful, but nothing Felicity couldn’t learn in half a day. It’s true he put together some of the vigilante puzzle pieces, but I’ll refrain from calling it actual sleuthing. The kid just opened his eyes and looked - something the Starling City Police Department should try sometime (cough*Quentin*cough). I’ll admit my reaction was more in line with Diggle’s when Barry pulled out the rat poison, but Felicity made the call and where she goes so goes my nation.

To be fair, Oliver Queen didn’t deserve the level of trust Felicity gave him either. If anything, Oliver was more deceitful than Barry. Yet, Felicity saw something good in Oliver.  She saw something kind and compassionate underneath all the lying bad boy bravado. 

Barry’s goodness is at the surface. You don’t have to dig for it like we do with Oliver. The kid is a freaking golden retriever to Oliver’s cane corso. No offense cane corso owners. We all know they love a good snuggle just as much as the next dog, but you have to admit there’s an intimidation factor there.

What was I talking about? Oh right, Barry. Felicity wasn’t looking for goodness in Barry. She was looking for balls. Not literally. That’s gross. Shame on you. I mean, did the kid have the stones to man up and get the job done when he’s needed? Can Barry Allen be a hero?

Oliver’s beating heart says yes! The kid sciences his way through saving Oliver’s life and Felicity’s trust is rewarded. And Barry is rewarded with Oliver choking the life out of him with a single hand. I know I should be more concerned about Barry, but that was so hot.

Anywho, Oliver knows Barry knows and he also knows Felicity is the reason Barry knows and knowing all of this means Oliver is not happy. Not a big shocker really. If anyone thought Oliver would be cool with Felicity telling her maybe date his dark and twisty super-secret superhero persona raise your hand.

*crickets chirping*

Yeah that's what I thought.

This leads to perhaps the greatest Olicity fight of all time. Well, until next week. But for now this is the greatest Olicity fight of all time.

Oliver: You told him who I am.

Felicity: Yeah, I did.

I just LOVE the way Felicity says this. It’s very matter of fact and not an ounce of sorry in her. She made a call. Oliver will have to deal with it.  Just like the hundreds of times Oliver made a call and she’s had to deal with it.

Oliver: That’s not your secret to tell, Felicity. I decide who finds out my identity.

He’s so hurt. He never thought she would betray him like that. It almost makes you feel sorry for him for about 1.2 seconds.

Felicity: Well, we didn’t have time to get your vote what with you unconscious and dying.

And we have arrived at the logical portion of this debate! Oliver was dying. Diggle and Felicity didn’t know how to save him. She took a shot in hopes that Barry & his forensics would do better. Was he as good as an ER? No, but the lack of cuffs around Oliver’s wrists are a nice side effect of Dr. Allen’s treatment. Also, he could just be dead. Gotta pick your poison, Oliver. (HA! GET IT?)

Oliver: What happens if he leaves here and goes right to the police?

Felicity: He wouldn’t do that.

Barry: I wouldn’t do that.

Barry, shush. The adults are talking. Let Felicity save your life.

Felicity: I trust him.

Oliver: I don’t!

This is what you call a difference of opinion. (Not for nothing, but if The Flash taught me anything it was that Oliver was right). Also, you know one of the reasons why Oliver doesn’t trust Barry is because he was Felicity’s maybe date to the party he was throwing for his mother. The man had to do a shot to get through their dancing/swaying.

Felicity: What are you gonna do? Put an arrow in him?

Oliver: I am considering it.

HA! If you don’t laugh out loud at this moment, then I don’t feel we can bond on a comedic level. It’s okay, we can bond over other things. It just makes me sad that you don’t understand true hilarity when it’s before you.

Felicity: Don’t worry, he’s kidding!

Oliver was absolutely not kidding, Felicity.

Felicity: How is it any different from when your mother shot you and you came to me for help?

Felicity: 1 point Oliver: 0 points

Barry: Your mother shot you?

Oh, peanut that merely scratches the surface of Oliver’s familial history.  Don’t get me started on the Lances.

Felicity: Or when you brought Dig down here when he was poisoned with curare?

Felicity: 200 points Oliver: 0 points

Oliver: The difference is that I did my homework on both of you! I don’t just tell people easily.

OLIVER WE KNOW YOU HAVE TRUST ISSUES. IT HAS BEEN WELL ESTABLISHED. I’m sorry you didn’t get to creep on Barry for six months prior to meeting (or three years), but isn’t that exactly Felicity’s point? Eventually, Oliver had to trust Diggle and Felicity. He had to take a leap of faith because his life (or their lives) was in danger. Life and death don’t allow for much vacillating.

Oliver didn’t know for sure Felicity or Diggle wouldn’t turn him in. In fact, it was looking highly probable in 1x04 hat Diggle was going to call the cops. (Our girl was always stalwart.) That’s the thing about trust – there are no guarantees. This is why Oliver has such a difficult time giving it. Faith cannot be proven. We can always be betrayed by anyone, at any time. It’s why they call it a leap. You are flying across the unknown and praying someone will be on the other side to catch you.

Barry: I’m not going to tell anyone, and you don’t have to thank me, but you should thank her instead of being kind of a jerk.

Barry, you are going to die. This alpha does kill, but I appreciate the defense of Oliver’s woman.

Barry: Mr. Queen.

This bought Barry a stay of execution. Never underestimate the power of good manners and respecting your elders.

So, hey! There’s still a super strength psychopath on the loose, a point Oliver seems to remember and begrudgingly accepts Felicity’s decision. No apology or thank you of course. This is Oliver after all.

They have a much (MUCH) bigger fish to fry. Barry does have his uses. He pulled his fingerprint off Oliver’s neck, which is the best evidence to go on thus far. Listen, I really try to not like Barry Allen but he’s just so damn likeable sometimes – especially pre-Flash, pure as the driven snow, Barry.

The fight between erupted so quickly I almost forgot to discuss Oliver’s trip to the “in between.” That’s what I’m calling it at least. As they performed CPR, Oliver was hovering between life and death. And who does he see? Shado.

She reaches for Oliver and the scary part is - he reaches back. At the exact same time, you can hear Felicity in the background softly calling to Oliver, but she sounds very far away.

Felicity: Oliver, stay with me!

Shado: Stay with me

Both women call to Oliver. One in the here and now and the other… somewhere else. There are some moments that perfectly encapsulate Oliver’s internal struggle, and this is one of them. Live in the present or die in the past.

This is not the first time Arrow parallel Shado and Felicity. It is no small thing. Shado was someone Oliver was romantically involved with on the island. Someone he loved. The woman they draw a similar connection to is not Laurel or Sara or whatever "maybe-date of the week" they can cook up, but Felicity. The “friend.” The person he could really care about, but will not allow himself to. DO. NOT. FORGET. THIS. MOMENT. You’re going to need it in the back half of the season.

Oliver is not doing well post poisoning and asks Barry if there are any side effects and what do you know? Hallucinations (and excessive sweating) are common side effects to rat poison. Good to know.

Felicity is all sweet and concerned.

Felicity: You’re hallucinating? What do you see? All sweet and concerned.

Oliver: A girl named Shado that was with me on the island.

Until Oliver says that.

Felicity: Shado. Sara. How many women were you marooned with? Are you sure this wasn't fantasy island?

So clearly Oliver is not the only one experiencing jealousy in this episode. This is something Barry quickly picks up on because he has eyes.

Barry: You’re really worried about him, huh?

Felicity: He takes crazy changes, even when he’s not hallucinating about beautiful island girls.

Barry: The other night I asked you if you liked Oliver.

Felicity: I told you. I don’t.

Barry: I remember. But if you did, I could see why. I mean, Oliver Queen, he is a billionaire by day and saves the city by night.

I think this exchange is really important, because we seldom hear Felicity’s perspective on what’s going on (or not going on) between her and Oliver. Underneath all that jealousy, is a healthy dose of insecurity. Felicity does not feel she measures up to the other women in Oliver’s life.

This is not the first time she’s commented on someone else’s beauty and that person’s proximity to Oliver. She made similar comments about Laurel last year. It’s almost like Felicity doesn’t feel like she’s as beautiful as those other women. She can’t hold Oliver’s attention the same way they can.

It's unfathomable to the rest of us because she’s gorgeous (and Oliver would be the first to say so), but it’s also completely heartbreaking. Felicity grows in confidence exponentially throughout Arrow, but it’s easy to forget where she started – the IT girl with a "crush" on Oliver Queen and had no hope he'd ever return her love.

Barry’s attention has to be a little confidence booster, but I don’t think she’s truly picked up on Oliver’s jealousy or at least picked up on that jealousy is the primary emotion contributing to his ‘tude.

Barry: I just have a little experience with liking someone who doesn't see you the same way.

As for Barry, aka The Red Condom, he recognizes he doesn’t quite measure up to Oliver Queen. Good. Got that out of the way. But he also has experience with unrequited love (Iris West alert!). It’s sweet and empathetic, but SO MANY FRIEND VIBES between these two.

There is a lot made about the next scene between Oliver, Felicity and Barry. Oliver has come to the foundry to blow off steam and would like some privacy. Does he clock that Felicity is alone with Barry in their humble abode? You bet. Is there a sadness as Felicity grazes her hand against Oliver's arm as she leaves? Absolutely. Any physical touch with this woman is just a reminder of what he can't (or won't allow himself to) have.

A common opinion in the fandom is that Oliver came to the bunker looking for Felicity to have a talk. He was heartbroken to find her with Barry. So, he covered for it and asked to be alone.

Eh. I never really agreed with that. The man came with equipment. He had a tennis ball. Nor do I think he would discuss his hallucinations with Felicity right now. They are not in the best place.

He’s still pissed about Barry (for multiple reasons). She didn’t have a wildly positive reaction to what he said about Shado. He has yet to reveal to anyone what happened to Slade. We’re getting into some dark stuff in Oliver’s past, and as close as they are, I don’t think Oliver is ready to reveal all of that to his Girl Wednesday. He doesn’t even really discuss it in detail with Diggle.

I genuinely think Oliver came to the foundry to be alone, because that is very much Oliver’s comping mechanism at this point in the story. Communicative Oliver comes later. Much later. We’re only in Season 2.

Oliver: I have to stop this.

Felicity: Oliver, Gold left you half-dead which is 50% better than how he left Detective Hilton.

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UGH. This scene. THIS SCENE. Crushes my soul every time because it’s just so spot on with their characters at this moment. Olicity fans were salivating for any crumb of romantic tension between these two and this scene delivers in spades. It doesn’t smack you in the face though. Stephen and Emily do amazing job with the unspoken words between Oliver and Felicity.

Of course, Felicity is worried and doesn’t want Oliver in the field, but it's a major milestone that she asks him to stay. I can’t remember her doing that before. It’s getting more difficult for Felicity to keep her concerns at bay.

This is such tried and true romantic trope – the love interest asking the hero to come back to her. It’s kind of mind-boggling the writers played this card so early in Olicity’s development, but here we are and I am not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

When Felicity says “Promise me?” everyone in the room takes notice – Barry, who has read a few romance novels or watched a couple movies and knows what that statement really means. Felicity wants Oliver to come back… to her. But sure, she doesn’t like him. Ok pumpkin.

But if we really want to point the finger at who kicked off the romantic undertones look no further than Mr. Oliver Queen. Yes, he’s trying to reassure Felicity, but that soft gentle voice conveys more than reassurance. Yes, he will come back… to her. He levels those blue eyes at her too and stares deep into her soul. Yeah, it’s not hard to see why Felicity has a crush.

But our girl ups the romance with “Promise me?” Even Oliver looks surprised Felicity had the guts to say it out loud. But here’s the killer. HE. DOESN’T. PROMISE. HER.

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This drove me up the wall when I watched it live. He just stares into her eyes, long past any time frame that’s appropriate for “just friends.” Then he just flips the switch. Emotions shut down, flick his eyes away, and walk off. Game face on and ready for battle.

Why didn’t he promise her? Because Oliver will not give Felicity his word if he can’t keep it. He respects her too much to lie. Oliver is not sure he’s coming back, but he can’t say that. It will only frighten and worry Felicity more. But he can’t give her the promise she wants either.

This is where the ultimate roadblock between them rears its ugly head. Oliver is rather fatalistic. He doesn’t have a death wish. He wants to survive, but he’s not fighting for his life. Not really. He still believes death will find him on the battlefield and in some respects, he’s resigned to it.

Yes, he wants to keep Felicity save, but he also wants to limit emotional attachment because he doesn’t want to cause her more pain if he dies. Oliver is hallucinating (or seeing visions) of those in the afterlife because he has one foot on the door.  He keeps Felicity at arm’s length and will not allow the extremely obvious feelings between them to actually grow into a real relationship. He cannot promise a life with her because he’s not sure there will be a life to have.

That’s why there was a push and pull between Shado and Felicity begging him to ���stay with me.” The past and the present. Guilt and forgiveness. Life and death.  These are the forces constantly at war in Oliver. At some point, he will need to decide but today is not that day.

Andy: Get busy livin', or get busy dyin'. - The Shawshank Redemption

THIS is why Oliver is so frustrating, and THIS is why the writers made reference to the Solomon Grundy nursery rhyme. It’s about the fleeting nature of life and how fragile it is. Roy, Shado and Barry have their lives altered forever in a matter of moments by the episode's end. It can all be over in the blink of an eye.

Yet, despite knowing that on a basic level – Oliver continues to live half a life. There is no fight in him for anything more. Even with all the Barry jealousy – he’s not doing anything about it. He’s not knocking on Felicity’s door and asking her out for a cup of coffee. He’s just fuming Felicity has the nerve to move on.

THIS IS EXACTLY THE POINT. Life is fleeting. Barry is a signal to Oliver that Felicity will not wait forever. He will lose her if he doesn’t start fighting.

And that’s exactly what the final "ghost" is here to tell him.

We are blessed with a major Olicity milestone – their first hug. Oliver is triumphant in the fight against Gold and returns to the bunker, safe and sound. Felicity is there to welcome him home.

What I love about this moment is Oliver sees Felicity running to him and he opens his arms to her. He doesn’t push her away. Oliver holds her. It seems like a small moment, but it’s not. This time was scary. This time was too close. This time it doesn't hurt to touch her. They both need it to be reassured.

Diggle: Still have a ghost problem?

Oliver: No, I got the message.

He holds Felicity’s gaze as he says this. Oliver listens to Tommy. The barrier came down a little. Underneath that hug is a whole lot of fight.

Oliver is rewarded with an outward sign of his heroism. Every great superhero needs a mask, and Oliver receives his from an unlikely source – Barry Allen. He’s a fanboy until the end. Bonus? It gives us this iconic OTA shot because the entire show has been reoriented around these three core characters.

But it is Felicity who officially anoints Oliver with his mask. This is the way it should be. Felicity has always seen Oliver’s light. She has always believed in him. She always knew he is a good man with a good heart.

When Tommy calls Oliver a hero it’s a moment of grace. It is forgiveness. When Felicity calls Oliver a hero, it’s a moment of acceptance.  It is faith. And Oliver Queen is starting to believe.

Then comes the CANON EVENT. Slade is alive and HE KNOWS OLIVER’S ROMANTIC ENDGAME.

Slade: I’m going to tear everything he cares about away from him [Quentin]. Destroy those who choose to follow him [Roy]. Corrupt those he loves...

Who does the camera cut to? Felicity. This shot could have been anyone – Sara, Thea, Diggle and hell yes Laurel. The director chose Felicity. This is a little thing we like to call foreshadowing my friends.

There are no more ghosts. Only the living. The past is about to come crashing into the present. This war with Slade Wilson will force Oliver to make some very important and life altering decisions about who he is and who he loves. And maybe, just maybe, move him closer to the person who can make, and keep, promises to Felicity.

The Ghosts and The Island

After Oliver pulls the arrow out of Roy’s leg, he has another run in with Shado in the hallway of the Queen mansion. Oliver touches her face and Shado feels real. She also has some interesting things to say.

Shado: Put down your bow. Take off my father’s hood.

Oliver: I wear that hood to honor your father. To honor you.

Shado: If you want to honor me, stop fighting and live. Or everyone you love will die.

Clearly not feeling good about Shado’s survival in the flashback. This vision warns Oliver there is a fight that he cannot win and those he loves will be collateral damage. Ghost Shado wants Oliver to stop fighting and live.

What’s interesting about Ghost Shado is she’s not entirely wrong. For Oliver to find peace and forgiveness, he must learn how to truly live and not just survive. And yes, this crusade does put people he loves in danger (hence the secret identity) – particularly when we find out WHO that danger truly is.

There is a cost to war. Ghost Shado is begging Oliver to stop waging it because the fight that’s coming is one he cannot win – not without losing those he loves. Ghost Shado wants Oliver to be happy – for whatever time he has left. It’s a foreboding warning. One that would be sweet if it wasn’t so terrifying.

But Ghost Shado is also asking Oliver to skip to the end and it’s an ending he hasn’t earned yet. It’s sort of like skipping to the end of a good book. The middle is what makes the ending so great. It’s the journey that matters.  Yes, Oliver must learn to live in the present day and not be haunted by the past. But he can’t just drop the bow, dust of his hands, and say “All better!” Trauma doesn’t work that way. The only way through is through. The bow and hood are Oliver's way through.

Oliver still has many struggles and lessons to learn before he can truly heal. This fight Ghost Shado warns of is coming no matter what he does. So, the very last thing he should do is put down his bow. Oliver cannot find peace. Not when there’s a war to win.

Alright, so what the hell happened to Shado? We pick up immediately where we left off in the flashbacks which is Slade dead and Oliver, Shado and Sara being kidnapped by Ivo. Honestly, how many times has Oliver been kidnapped? It’d be safer to work for a cartel at this point.

Ivo: But I do care about you Sara, which is why I won’t choose to kill you. But he might.

Oliver: What are you talking about?

Ivo: Time to choose Oliver. Who lives and who dies? But pick quickly because in 30 seconds I will shoot them both.

Well fuck. We’re always demanding Oliver open up and tell us about the island. This was the first time I realized maybe I don’t want to know. What happens to Shado is something out of a Stephen King novel. What Oliver must live with is horrific. He begs for both Shado and Sara’s lives. But in the end, he makes a choice.

Oliver chooses Sara, but to call it a choice is a complete joke. His body just reacted. Ivo put a gun to Sara’s head and Oliver threw himself in front of it. The way Shado winces, knowing Oliver did not pick her and that she was going to die, is gut wrenching.

You can easily make the argument that if Ivo aimed at Shado first then Oliver would have thrown himself in front of her as well. Then Sara would be dead. It was simply a matter of order. Ivo ultimately picked because he chose Sara first. I imagine this is something Oliver tells himself to sleep at night, when sleep is within the realm of possibility.

But to truly understand Oliver’s guilt, and the way it tortures him, is by acknowledging he did make a choice. A choice under duress of course. (None of what happened is Oliver’s fault.) But he defiantly protected Sara. The gun on Sara ultimately revealed the truth of Oliver’s feelings. Oliver loved Shado very much, but he loved Sara more.

Somehow, in Ivo’s psychopathy, he saw that. Yes, he was angry at Sara’s betrayal, but he knew she betrayed him for this boy. He knew Oliver and Sara mattered to each other, so Ivo took that love and twisted it into something awful. That’s why he put the gun on Sara first.

This is why Oliver cannot forgive himself. He feels all the responsibility for Shado’s death, but he must also live with the fact that he didn’t love her enough in life.

What makes it worse is that Slade did love Shado more. This is something that recently dawned on Oliver in the flashbacks. Slade would have chosen Shado and not thought twice about Sara Lance. Not only did Oliver lose a woman he loves by saving a woman he loves, but he also betrayed his best friend while doing it.

It’s okay, Oliver. You don’t have to tell us anymore. Not if you don’t want to.

This brings us to Oliver’s second ghost – Slade Wilson and he has some thoughts on Oliver he’d like to share.

Oliver: You’re not real.

Slade: Neither are you. You told everyone when you started this crusade it was about making up for your father’s sins. That was a lie. This charade is to atone for your sins.

Oliver: You’re dead.

Slade: You are not a hero, or a friend, or a brother. You are nothing.

This doesn’t sound like the Slade Wilson we know and love. Yes, he’s angry but he’s also unhinged. Like really unhinged. There’s a crazy look in his eye we’ve never seen before. The Slade Oliver is “remembering” in this hallucination is not the Slade we know. But we will come to know him soon.

A brawl erupts between the two and, if Oliver is hallucinating, then he’s really just fighting himself. This actually would look pretty funny.

Slade: The island didn’t make you strong, kid. It revealed you to be weak.

This is Slade’s parting shot before throwing Oliver in the glass case holding his suit and shattering it. The suit, the symbol of his heroism and his love for Shado, falls to the ground. Maybe it’s the symbol of his failures. Slade made sure to point out that Oliver failed to save him, Shado and his city. This “hallucination” is more like a psychological evisceration.

In the flashback, Slade wakes from his Mirakuru coma and runs to save Oliver, Sara and, of course, Shado. He’s been super charged and takes out Ivo’s henchmen with serious force, punching through the chest of one man and chucking the other into a tree like he’s a doll.

He’s too late to save Shado and cradles her dead body in his arms, sobbing. Sara tells Slade that Ivo shot Shado for no reason. Oliver’s guilt has taken root already because he thinks Sara is lying to Slade, but in reality – that’s exactly what happened.

Before Oliver faces off with Cyrus Gold one more time, Barry drops a bomb on him. Oliver’s blood is clean. He has no trace of rat poison, so he should not be experiencing any hallucinations or excessive sweating. This means I am well within my rights to go all spiritual on you, ok? CUZ SCIENCE SAYS NO HALLUCINATIONS.

Oliver is slowly but surely getting smarter with every episode. Well, sometimes it’s one step forward and two steps back, but he at least knows that when it comes to the bigger life questions there’s only one person to go to for advice.

John Diggle.

Diggle he’s been to war. He knows Oliver is suffering from survivors’ guilt (and a massive case of PTSD). John has tangled with his ghosts as well.

Oliver: How’d you make your ghosts go away?

Diggle: I figured out what they were trying to tell me.

Oliver: Which was?

Diggle: That’s for me to hear Oliver. You have to figure out what yours are trying to tell you.

Diggle and Oliver share a lot in common, but there’s something really beautiful about John separating his experiences from Oliver.  John keeps his ghost’s revelations private because whatever message Diggle’s ghosts gave him was meant for his soul only. It’s not relevant to Oliver and vice versus.  Oliver isn’t hallucinating. He’s in a spiritual crisis. Some roads you must walk alone.

Barry and Felicity track down Cyrus Gold and Oliver faces off with him AGAIN. Oliver is losing badly. AGAIN.  He’s down and out when suddenly he hears a voice.

Get up Oliver.

TOOOOMMMMMYYYYY!!!! (This is a rule. Every time you hear Colin Donnell’s voice you scream Tommy). This is one of Arrow’s best surprises. I remember watching it live and gasping. Then burst into tears when Tommy kneels down next to Oliver. DAMN HE LOOKS GOOD. The afterlife was kind to Tommy Merlyn. This final ghost gives Oliver a precious gift, one he desperately needs – forgiveness.

Tommy: You’re not gonna die down here.

Oliver: Tommy? Tommy, I’m sorry. I let you die.

Quentin is right. Oliver blames himself for every death, but particularly for the loved ones he believed he failed. The first thing out of his mouth is an apology because more than anything Oliver is desperate for forgiveness. We all know that there’s nothing to forgive. and so does Tommy.

Tommy: You didn’t let me die, Ollie. You fought to save me because that’s what you do. What you have always done. You fight to survive.

Everything about this speech is perfect and heals any wounds from the season one finale and the devastating final moment these two best friends shared. Colin’s delivery is spectacular. (WHY DID THEY KILL HIM OFF???) With a single breath, Tommy relieves Oliver of his burdens and guilt. He reminds Oliver of the very thing that makes him a hero – his unrelenting and selfless fighting spirit.

Oliver does as instructed. He gets up and fights back. Only this time, Cyrus Gold is no match for Oliver’s fury. There is no drug in this world that can combat his will to survive.

He beats Gold by killing him. I think? Or knocking him unconscious and burning his face? It's unclear, but the super soldier is down for the count. Oliver also manages to revive a Mirakuru poisoned Roy by willing him to fight and survive as well.

So, what does all of this mean? Were Shado, Slade and Tommy really ghosts? The short answer is yes – well two out of the three. I absolutely believe both Shado and Tommy were ghosts, reaching for Oliver from the beyond to give him the messages he needed to hear.

Shado’s warning was an ominous one. Oliver’s crusade is bringing a war to his doorstep, and it will cost him the people he loves. It already has. Shado also wanted Oliver to stop fighting and live.  She’s right. That is a huge lesson Oliver still needs to learn.

When Diggle is in Cyrus Gold’s apartment he finds the Solomon Grundy poem. In the DC comics, Cyrus Gold became an inhuman zombie named "Solomon Grundy" after being murdered.  But as Arrow points out, Solomon Grundy was originally a poem. It’s a nursery rhyme that describes the seven stages of life from birth to death. A man lives his whole life in one week.  

It's speaks to the fragility of life and how it can change in an instant. As evidence by what happens to Shado, Roy and Barry in this episode – the people you love can be gone in an instant or irrevocably changed. Life is short, so live it fully and make sure those you love know you love them.

This is where Oliver is having a little difficulty. He is not living his life to the fullest. He’s not really living his life. He’s fighting. He’s surviving. But he denies himself the things that would make his life full and happy.

Yet, he lives in a high stakes world where death can come any moment. So, yes Shado is right. Oliver is wasting precious time. Living his life is the best way to honor her and Yao Fei (and his father). At some point, Oliver needs to put down the bow.

But not now, which is where Tommy comes in. If you need further evidence that Tommy is truly a ghost and not Oliver’s inner voice or some hallucination then look no further than the word “hero.” Oliver would NEVER in a million years call himself a hero, let alone hallucinate that Tommy would call him one.

No, this message came from Tommy and Tommy alone. Right now, the city needs the The Arrow and while it is possible for Oliver to wear the hood and be happy – it is not the time for him to stop fighting. If there is a war coming than Oliver is the city’s best chance to win it.

This brings us to Slade and he is not dead. So, how can he be a ghost? Well, he can’t. If you listen to the things Slade says to Oliver they are all the hateful things Oliver believes about himself. I don’t think Slade is a hallucination brought on by rat poison. He is a hallucination brought on by Oliver’s self loathing and guilt. 

This is why Tommy’s appearance is so vitally important. He’s the only person who can get through to Oliver in this moment. Oliver will believe Tommy’s forgiveness and faith in him. Oliver needs to believe he is a good man worthy of being a hero if he is going to beat Slade Wilson.

He also must believe he is deserving of love. Tommy is not just talking about the battle with Gold or with Slade. He’s telling Oliver he needs to fight for his life. Start fighting for who and what he wants. Start living. Because Tommy knows how fleeting life can be. The question is can Oliver keep the promise he made to honor Tommy and can he be the hero Tommy knows he is?

Roy and Laurel

Oliver removes the arrow he shot into Roy’s leg in a hilarious scene, but it takes the kid all of 5 minutes to get into trouble again. He’s injected with Mirakuru and becomes Blood’s newest super solider. He doesn’t tell Thea, but what else is new? Let’s rejoice that Roy has finally joined the main storyline. That took the better part of a year and a half.

Speaking of storylines, does Laurel even have one yet? They’ve marooned her so far off the main plot I forgot she was actually on the show for a hot minute. What did Laurel’s return bring us? She got some flowers, went on a maybe-date with Sebastian Blood, didn’t remotely help Thea/Roy/Sin in any real way and cried with her dad when his partner died.

Wow. She’s super crucial. It’s unbelievable she missed a few episodes. How did we make it through? I’m on the edge of my seat for what comes next in Laurel Lance’s journey.

Stray Thoughts

Rat poison. I try really hard not to learn my science from Arrow, but rat poison. REALLY?  That cannot be a thing.

Oliver choking Barry. Ugh, so many problems would have been avoided if Oliver just snapped his neck. I have zero problems with Oliver snapping Future Barry’s neck, but present-day Barry is a puppy so no can-do Scooby Doo.

Praise Baby Jesus and all that is holy that we didn’t have to suffer through another Queen Christmas party.

Roy: My anger is dulling the pain.

Sin: This will dull it better.

The best line of the episode goes to Sin. No contest.

I feel Oliver woefully unprepared Quentin for Cyrus Gold. He can feel a little guilty.

THEY DID A PSYCH EVAL AT THE BLOOD DRIVE AND LAUREL SAID IT’S NOT OUT OF THE ORDINDARY?? You mean a health history??? That’s not a psych eval ADA Lance. Good lord do they purposefully make her look like an idiot?

Barry: If you ever decide Oliver Queen isn’t the guy for you, if you decide you want to go on a date with someone else, um you should know that guy he’ll be on time.

Give it up condom boy. Oliver Queen is the guy for her. And he’s always on time.

Barry gets electrocuted and becomes The Flash. YAWN. Who cares? I know I know. Literally millions of people. Leave me to my bitterness.

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Painful Memories

After Diggle sees Oliver use a gun for the first time, an offhand comment makes it so that Oliver opens up about the Red Death that Kovar injected him with and how it nearly ended him.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: Oliver talks about a past near suicide attempt and is still passively suicidal & mentions of being drugged

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In a way, Diggle feels like he shouldn’t be surprised that Oliver knows how to use a gun. It seems the man pulls out new strange skills every other day, so he should be used to it.

However, it takes him by surprise when his bow gets damaged and he grabs a gun off of one of the security guards to continue fighting. And it still feels weird when he watches Oliver expertly clean the gun now that they’re back in the Foundry.

Oliver looks concentrated, but also zen, the movements familiar. He’s getting lost in his own mind as he completes is task and Diggle is curious to know what he’s thinking. “So, guns.”

“It’s been a while,” Oliver replies, putting down the last pieces.

“Yeah.”

“Uh-huh, last time I held a gun without intending to disarm it, I nearly killed myself.” The confession doesn’t seem planned or purposeful. It’s more an absentminded comment that comes from idle musing as he works.

Diggle’s heart stops. Oliver being suicidal shouldn’t come as a surprise, there’s a reason Diggle is worried about Oliver becoming a casualty in his own war. The way he throws himself into danger is reckless and will get him killed one day. But the thought of that being by design still sends a chill down his spine.

His eyes worriedly watch Oliver reassemble the gun and he finds his voice seconds before the clip goes back in. “Hand me the gun.”

“What?” Oliver frowns, holding the clip in one hand, the gun in the other.

“Hand. Me. The. Gun,” Diggle repeats slowly, holding out his hands.

Oliver looks down at the gun, then back to Diggle, before it dawns on him why Diggle is suddenly asking him that. Disbelieving he huffs: “I’m not- I’m not going to kill myself, Diggle.”

“And I’ll feel a lot more certain about that, if you hand me the gun, Oliver,” Diggle shoots back without hesitation.

They stand like that. Across from each other. Diggle refuses to budge, not wanting to risk it no matter what Oliver says, while Oliver is stubborn and annoyed about not being believed. The only peace of mind Diggle has, is that the clip remains out of the gun, though with the skill Oliver showed earlier, he’ll have to move fast should Oliver want to change that.

“I’m not going to kill myself,” Oliver repeats.

“I believe you, but I’ll feel better if you hand me the gun.”

“Dig, you’ve been working with me for weeks. I’ve been around all sorts of weapons. If I wanted to, I could’ve done it with any of those weapons.”

“Yeah, but you never mentioned wanting to with any of those other weapons. So, for my sake, just hand me the gun.”

Diggle holds out his hand once more, giving Oliver an imploring look. For a moment, it seems like Oliver is going to continue being stubborn about it and raise Diggle’s blood pressure, but then he sags a little and hands over the gun. If it weren’t for the situation, Diggle would insist he is pouting about having to hand it over.

“It wasn’t like that when I thought about it,” he says as he gives Diggle the gun. “The only reason I did was because I was drugged.”

“I haven’t heard of any drug that can induce that,” Diggle tells him, getting the gun out of Oliver’s reach.

“Well, then you’ve clearly never been drugged with an old KGB interrogation drug,” Oliver huffs.

“What?”

“They call it the Red Death, it’s supposed to make you relive all the hurts you’ve ever experienced,” Oliver shrugs. “They give you a gun with one bullet. Most shoot themselves.”

“But you didn’t.” Diggle infers that much, since Oliver is still here. However, the information sends him reeling.

Such a drug sounds horrifying and it’s another piece of horrible shit that Oliver went through that he keeps to himself. Diggle has slowly been getting bits and pieces out of him, but there is so much he keeps to himself. It does nothing to dissuade the worry he feels for the other.

Oliver latches on to what Diggle says. “Exactly. I didn’t. I’m still here. If I were to do if, after all the years of bullshit, that would have been the moment. But I decided to live, Diggle. I chose to go on. I’m not going to shoot myself in the head, just because I have a gun in my hands.”

And Diggle wants to believe him, but he’s lost friends he served with, who were reckless like Oliver was, but always chose to live in the heat of battle, but couldn’t bear to make that same choice when they came home.

He chooses his words carefully, not wanting to give Oliver the feeling he doesn’t believe him when he is so miffed about it. However, also still concerned. “Alright, I can believe you won’t do anything that reckless. But no more guns. And I will be keeping a closer eye on you.”

“You’re being ridiculous, I’m not going to kill myself,” Oliver throws his hands up.

“Then you should have no problem with me watching out for you,” Diggle says. “It’s not like I’ll see anything that will cause me more worry. Or are you afraid that I’ll make you realize that just because you’re not putting the gun to your head that the recklessness you show in the field is more than wanting to complete the mission?”

“It’s not like that and you know it. I do what needs to be done,” Oliver explodes. “I don’t need you to coddle me. I survived hell, I survived that drug, even when everyone I knew was suddenly there, telling me how much better life would be without me. My recklessness is calculated. I always plan on making it home.”

His chest is heaving angrily after his outburst. Diggle isn’t sure if he meant to say all that, but it makes Diggle both respect him more and worry about him more.

If he had to guess, he’d say Oliver didn’t plan on revealing as much with the way his eyes shutter close into that emotionless mask Diggle has seen him use so often. He wants to push more, but it won’t be productive, so he just says: “Alright, I’ll let it go.”

The words are a total lie, because Diggle refuses to let it go. Oliver has become a friend, the only one he still has after Andy. He gave him his purpose back, made him live more than a routine he hated. He can’t lose his friend, his brother. So, yeah, he won’t let go, but he’ll say as much to put Oliver at ease.

“Thank you,” Oliver says after a beat, sounding a little suspicious, but willing to believe Diggle if it means the conversation is over.

Wordlessly, they set up everything to close up in silence, which accompanies them into the car as Diggle drives Oliver home, before returning to his own apartment.

Diggle doesn’t bring it up again, but always makes sure to keep an eye on Oliver to see if anything in his behavior changes. Observes when days are harder and when they come easier, sees how Oliver pulls through consistently.

He also sees how Oliver gets more good days over time, how he opens up more. Let’s others in, like Felicity, Sara, Roy. He has his loses, but they don’t drag him under and drown him like they used to before.

So, when they’re in Corta Maltese getting shot at by a private army, Diggle doesn’t hesitate in throwing a gun at Oliver when he asks for it. He trusts now that he won’t do anything stupid with it and gets a bit of pleasure from watching Roy’s confused face when Oliver expertly uses it.

The worry never fully fades, but both of them have moved from surviving to living. That’s not something to underestimate.

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Terror, expedition, and Northwest Passage!

terror - which ship would you rather be on, terror or erebus?

Ohhhhhh toughie. I know Erebus is probably the more comfortable ship, seeing as it’s newer and a bit fancier, and Franklin and JFJ are both more level headed captains… but honestly? Gotta be Terror. For one thing Diggle is definitely a better cook than Wall and I’m pretty sensitive to bad food. Second, I think the chaos and drama would be very entertaining. Watching Jirving and Hodge would keep me entertained all fucking day, I’m sure. And Hickey… I’d watch him like a hawk for no other reason than to watch him lol. Third, there’s so many sodomites on Terror, I could get at least one of them to bugger me, I know it. I’d even stay behind after the lashing, I think. I’d like being on the quiet empty ship.

expedition - top 5 favourite characters?

This is soooo hard omg.

In no particular order:

Solomon Tozer, Edward Little, Thomas Jopson, Francis Crozier, and last but not least that little rat man Hickey (But I love all my children)

northwest passage - who’s your favourite of the ships doctors?

McDonald!!!!! I love Goodsir (if we’re counting him) a lot but I every time Alexander McDonald is on screen I’m fixated on him. He’s so gentle and his accent is so lovely. He’s another reason I’d rather be on Terror. If I was sick he’d be so sweet to me and call me a “good lad” and I’d be like :)

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my arrow favs:

season: 2. definitely. without hesitation. season 2 is-[too many words] perfect. i love it.

bad guy: slade wilson • 1. slade 2. chase 3. malcolm

ship: olicity (no one guessed, i know it's hard to tell) • dyla, theroy, nyssara, merlance [ i have to add that i am sad and kinda mad that they ruined curtis x paul. i know people ship him with nick and i have nothing against it, but for me it was paul x curtis 🥺 i like them for them but also because i would like to see the life of a couple in which one person is a vigilante and wants to save the world through mask and one is not but supports the other AND THAT THEY ACTUALLY CAN WORK LIKE THIS WITHOUT DIVORCING. this storyline could happen, i know, i understand paul, i understand curtis, but i would just love to see a working relationship with one person doing all this vigilante stuff and the second living relatively normal life (relatively - with husband dressing in a superhero suit and punching people at night; you know what i mean🙈) . it would be nice. but i also love them 'just for them', you know. i'm sad about it so that's why this quick rant]

team (throughout the show): OTA. always and forever, one and only, yes. with sara and roy: also perfection, but OTA is 'it' for me

fav female character/fav male character: felicity smoak (unexpected, i know) / oliver queen

fav character: felicity smoak (tbh, in arrow i love almost every single character. they did good job with them. i love felicity, oliver, diggle, sara, thea, roy, tommy, i enjoyed helena's screentime, mckenna, and i like laurel, quentin, moira is an icon, sometimes a ruthless icon, but an icon all the same; i would love to see felicity — moira teaming up in later seasons soooo much; i have fanfics for that [thanks all the authors again!!]. i know all of these characters had their flaws (who doesn't) or didn't started their journey on the arrow so well, but i love them 🥹)

fav place with junk food: big belly burger (because i had to mention it)