MOOD!

Soooo called out. If y’all could see all my different folders with WIPs… it’s bad.

Especially when I lose interest in something and it’s just there.

Reasons why your sign sucks

Aries: over competitive, self centered Taurus: the best sign, does not suck at all Gemini: afraid of commitment, doesn’t know when to be serious Cancer: manipulative and moody Leo: attention whores Virgo: judgey and super boring Libra: literally will never shut up Scorpio: rude af Sagittarius: in your face and over the top Capricorn: they are actually pretty cool Aquarius: shady And emotionally dead (watch out for these fuckers) Pisces: cry babies

So very true

“I’d best be off.”

I don’t wanna do this anymore.

okay but what happy memory would your favourite character think of for their patronus to work?

#okay but like you know how you can have different memories and shit (at least that’s how i remember it working)#so that’s literally thea#her’s changes so much because of the association with the memories#like over time it has been a childhood memory with robert moira ollie and tommy#more recently it was spending a night of calm just hanging out with laurel#it’s been a kiss or i love you with roy#even smaller things like a date with alex can work if it’s a weaker thing#but the most important thing for her is that the memory can’t be of someone who died because that will have sad connotations in her mind and#will fail to work#tbh at the point she is right now she really really struggles to produce a patronus#thea queen (tags by @ancrky)

(bolding by me)

also tagging @rcvenbellamy because feelings.

Hey now, hey now. Don’t dream it’s over.

I would do anything for your daughter.

4.09 | 4.22

#that kind of love doesn’t die#‘does she know how much you love her?’#'i suspect right now she doesn’t. but as soon as i’m home she will.’#i liked who my son was when he was around you#you and her; always and forever#oliver needs you#her name is laurel lance and she was my home before all this#we can do it together#you’re the hero laurel#never doubt my love for you#you’ve always seen the best in me because you’ve always been the best of me#all my love oliver#i love your family

So… I made a video! First Arrow video!

credit for the colouring to x and x

@karadnvres @canarycassidy

#their second first morning after doesn’t happen on a precipice#it doesn’t happen amongst the shadows and the secrets and impending separation#instead it happens in the loft they’ve turned into a home#it’s the first thing they try to reclaim and the fact that they do it together echoes as loudly as their voices in the open space#they’ve been together the whole summer; she staying at thea’s and doing consulting work and cleaning up the lair#he mayors all day and then comes to train#and somehow though they are apart they are more together than they’ve been in months#the steps they take to rebuild both the base and themselves are quiet and unsure but there is something comforting in their very existence#it’s push-and-pull and back and forth and sometimes they trip#but one is there to pick the other up; despite the distance they have been each other’s counterbalance and it’s never changed – until now#everything has shifted slightly with the weight of yesterday – but the burden is no longer suffocatingly heavy#if anything it’s an impetus to find the new starting line in the middle ground#they are slow but steady and spend the days as hot and hazy as *they* used to be; no longer a conflagration but a controlled burn#they find their rhythm again over midnight milkshakes and forced ‘game of thrones’ episodes when they work too hard#they talk – *really* talk – about anything and everything; the thrill of rediscovering each other is as stunning as the bay on a sunny day#the thrill he gets when he takes her hand for the first time again makes him feel like he’s 15 again#the butterflies in her stomach take her breath away when she sees texts from him like#‘have a good day’ and 'thai for dinner?’ and 'why did i let you convince me to hold open door thursdays when any nutjob can walk in?’#they slowly reentwine themselves with the other like roses on the vine – this time though the crown is not heavy#and finally on the friday before labor day she nervously asks him to dinner; she can’t hold back a laugh when he says#'i don’t want to read anything into this but are you asking me out on a date? like a date-date?’#this time they eschew italian in favor of cooking in his sister’s kitchen; she’s perched on the countertop with a glass of wine#when he puts a hand on her thigh and leans over ever so slowly in case she wants him to stop. (she doesn’t.)#the kiss is tentative and sweet; yesteryear and yet to come mingle with her syrah and their relieved sighs#they pack up the meal and clean the kitchen before heading to the loft; he holds her hand the whole way; lifts her knuckles to his lips#and they fall once again into each other – they come home but they also discover a new one#and the next morning the sun is shining and the birds are chirping and he is murmuring 'i love you’ into her skin#and the moment is perfect even though the world isn’t because this moment is theirs#otp: it feels really good having you inside me#tag fic (via @effie214)