#puppy!oliver is hurt and confused
bonus: happy!puppy
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#puppy!oliver is hurt and confused
bonus: happy!puppy
Arrow rewatch: 1x16 (Dead to Rights)
Do you know what happened to that guy, Walter?
top 5 harry moments
You’ll always be my girl, Felicity.
The thing that I’ve learned is that there really is no joy, and nothing ever good is going to come from negativity. Those are thoughts that, even if you were presenting an honest version of yourself, there’s just no point in sharing.
I’ve never been more ashamed to be british. Today, instead of choosing unity and progression, we’ve chosen to cut ourselves off from the world in an attempt to appease the xenophobic nature of the older generation
For those of you who aren’t from the uk, the national referendum held yesterday has shown that the british people have voted (at 51.9% to 48.9%) to leave the european union. This was in large brought about by the old and poorly educated who blame immigrants for our problems, despite the net benefit they bring to our country, and the fact that many of these people will not have to live with the consequences of their decision for long
Less than a few hours have passed since the result was announced and already:
In short, our country has given in to hate, bigotry, and fear and has voted away the future of the younger generation. If there’s anything to learn from this it’s that the far right is on the rise. Don’t make the mistake of being complacent. Don’t let Trump win, don’t let any other EU countries vote themselves out of the running, and most importantly don’t forget to vote
NEVER FORGET
@ARROWwriters: Hey, is that Casey Jones???? @StephenAmell #ArrowSeason5
“Put me down.”
Her voice was weak and strained, barely audible through her gritted teeth. She was burning up, growing hotter by the second in his arms, and even if he didn’t know she’d stumble and fall if he set her down, he wouldn’t, not like this. God, not ever. If this was the last time… No. That wasn’t going to happen, no way.
They had the antidote downstairs, or the closest thing to it, whatever she’d managed to put together in the last twelve hours. He hoped it’d work, because if it didn’t…
“Felicity.”
She whimpered.
The elevator seemed to be stuck in molasses for how fucking slow it was moving.
“Oliver… please…”
Despite her protests, she was clinging to him, one hand digging into his neck, the other holding onto his jacket like her life depended on it. And it did. His stomach twisted at that and he shook his head, shifting her closer, hissing when the hot skin of her forehead brushed his chin.
“Hold on, baby, we’re almost there. Just…” His voice dropped, his eyes closing. “Just hold on. Please.”
He couldn’t lose her, not like this. Not with so much left unsaid, so much left unfinished between them.
The violent urge to ram his fist into the wall rose in his chest at the thought of the last several weeks of walking on eggshells around each other, neither willing to push too hard, to say too much. The urge for more - to tell her how he felt, to ask her if her furtive glances and lingering touches meant more, could mean more - it’d slowly grown inside him until it was all he could think about, all he could see when he was around her.
But he’d waited, telling himself there was a moment, a special moment.
It might have all been for nothing.
No.
“It’s too… hot,” she gasped, her voice heavy with tears.”I can’t…”
“Hold on, Felicity, don’t you dare say that.”
Stephen, I heard you took your daughter to the premiere, and you designed her outfit (x)
tol grump, smol cutie.
{or the grump acquiescing to the cutie because he is immune to her charm}
he literally looks hot doing everything [x]