Hubris: Arrow 6x10 Review (Divided)

It’s the Newbies versus Original Team Arrow in “Divided” and it’s difficult to believe the writers are trying be balanced. Arrow loves to play favorites and is never shy for showing disdain for their own characters, but I thought it was only reserved for LL. 

Did anyone side with Newbies after this episode? If so, please explain. Teach me your ways.

Rene, Curtis and Dinah are such over-the-top-pull-my-hair-out-mind-numbingly-hypocritical-bunch-of-wankers it actually started to be fun. 

I accept I’m a little weird, but y’all knew that already. They are so wrong, and wrong all the time, it has to be the point of this entire storyline. At least I hope it is.

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Arrow 6x10 Trailer “Divided” (HD) Season 6B Trailer by  TV Promos

THIS IS LIT. Felicity screaming “John” and Oliver holding her back makes me emotional. WHAT IS HAPPENING? MY CHILDREN MUST ALL BE SAFE. I am really excited to play out this Newbies versus OTA. I’m also excited to see William grow to accept Oliver as the GA & realize the city needs his father.

This is such an accurate report.

Which is why I never got how anyone could doubt it. They where always endgame. It was just the when which was the thing to guess about. It was never if. 😊

At Last: Arrow 6x09 Review (Irreconcilable Differences)

At last I’m writing this freaking review right? Sorry again my friends. Life simply interferes with my ability to churn these suckers out in a timely matter.

I’ve never had an OTP get married, let alone celebrate the event on the show. The love stories I always fall for are inherently tragic. (We can Psych 101 that another time). 

Circumstance either inside or outside of the show always keep them apart.  I still believe these couples belong together, but it doesn’t change the fact there is a pinnacle they never reached.

Olicity is different. 

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They are not a tragic love story. We’ve been pushing towards this destination with them since the moment they met. 

But the real miracle is… we arrived. 

We deserve a moment to celebrate it AT LAST and Arrow understands that.

I’ll do my best to write more than lsflsjflkjslkjfsfd, but also lsflsjflkjslkjfsfd.

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I’m sorry, but can we also talk about THE AGGRESSIVELY HEAVY PANTING/BREATHING/MOANING as he pushes her up against the wall? Like, this is why its v important to remove the background music from these things. The scene was fire to begin with but then you remove the music and its like “Oh, so this is how I die. Such a noble death. I am so blessed to have lived this life.”

Safe

PART 7

Just before Oliver and John were about to engage Watson and the ten agents she brought with her, Felicity’s voice spoke over the comms.

“Guys…don’t move. I’ve got Thea and Roy coming to you.”

Agent Watson was staring intently at Oliver, wondering if he was stupid enough to try an attack. But the man and his vigilante partner only stood still in front of her. An uneasy feeling gripped her. In spite of all the evidence (and the confession from one of his team members) she had on Oliver Queen, Watson really did not know just how much he was capable of. Even with ten assault rifles trained on him, she was anticipating some sort of desperate act on his part. She was fully prepared to take him out if he did; never mind the certainty of her evidence and the life sentence his conviction would bring.

“Oliver,” Felicity’s voice came from his earpiece again. “I’m detecting a digital signal coming from one of the back rooms. It looks like some kind of countdown. I think maybe Anatoly left behind an explosive surprise. He must have activated it when you and John dropped in on him.”

Oliver continued to remain frozen and silent, but his instinct was to seek out the bomb Anatoly left. He had a thousand questions for Felicity, but if he started talking to her, Watson would figure their comms out pretty quickly and Oliver would lose his only tactical advantage. Even though Watson was about to take him and John into custody, Oliver still felt his priority was to save lives.  Anatoly was a different and more immediate case—he tried to assassinate his wife and son over a grudge born out of an insane Bratva code of honor and brotherhood thing.  The man would not quit his vendetta until his purpose (seeing Oliver and those he loved dead) was complete. With Watson, she appeared to have a similar agenda. But unlike Anatoly, she was still an authority Oliver recognized. The woman was not as covert as Lyla and Argus—in fact Oliver wasn’t sure if the FBI Agent even knew that Argus existed. But both women believed their principles and goals were the same—to protect the sanctity of the USA and its citizens.

“Mr. Queen,” Watson spoke to him again. “I really hope for your sake you’re not thinking of some sort of foolish action. As you can see, there is a lot of firepower surrounding you. I doubt someone with your…uh…skills, can avoid it.”

“Agent Watson,” Oliver finally said out loud. “Whether you believe it or not, we are both on the same side. Forget that you’ve been infiltrating my team with blackmail and intimidation; I have the same goal as you do—justice.”

“Mr. Queen, what you’re doing is not justice—it’s illegal.”

“You may think you’ve won here,” Oliver told her. “But if all of us don’t leave this house pretty soon, there won’t be any winners… just a lot of body parts.”

“What are you talking about,” Watson asked him?

“He’s talking about a bomb,” John answered her. “You know; the kind that goes BOOM. Anatoly left one behind and it’s counting down in one of the back rooms.”

A half smile of contempt and one of doubt surfaced on Watson’s otherwise dour face.  She looked like she had just figured out a secret and was not comfortable with it. “So I guess that Ms. Smoak has joined us.  Some sort of comm link? Mr. Diggle, are you and Mr. Queen trying to stall so she can find some kind of safe exit for you? You are not getting away this time.”

Oliver put his hands up in a placating gesture.  The FBI agents surrounding them tightened their grips on the weapons they were aiming. “This is not a trick, Agent Watson.” He touched his finger to his ear. “Ms. Smoak,” he said with a private smile. “Have you calculated the countdown yet?”

Felicity didn’t hesitate. “Yes…Mr. Queen.  You have 90 seconds before BOOM.  I don’t know how big the bomb is, but knowing Anatoly, I’m guessing it’s large enough to leave a hole in the world.”

“Agent Watson,” Oliver relayed to her. “You need to make a decision.  We have about 60 seconds before the bomb goes off.”

Watson was the one frozen this time. But she was not going to let Queen slip away again. Yet, if he was telling the truth…

Suddenly, two flash grenades flew into the room and went off, bringing temporary blindness to everybody.

Oliver and John finally moved, turning away from Watson and her agents. With no sight, they used total recall and envisioned the layout of the safe house. They got their bearings and headed towards the front door.

Random gunfire erupted from Watson’s agents as they blindly fired their weapons into the empty space where Oliver and John had been standing.

“Oliver,” Felicity frantically said to him. “Keep moving. Thea and Roy are waiting to help you out. They’re just a few more feet ahead. Go…”

“Ollie…” Thea’s voice called out. Oliver could not see her, but he turned his senses toward the sound of it. After a couple seconds of groping, Thea grabbed her brother’s arm while Roy took John’s.

Gunfire was still spraying behind them. “My god you guys…” Felicity cried out in their ears.  “Move…move…move. Time’s up.”  

And then the four of them were out the door and moving further away from Anatoly’s last hurrah. Ten seconds later, the safe house exploded and lifted them up, launching them out onto Adams Street. Debris rained down on them, hitting the street in a deadly downpour. They covered themselves as best they could, but burning fragments of the house still got through to them.

Then it was quiet, as if someone had turned off chaos. Oliver opened his eyes and saw a blurry image where the safe house used to be.

Thea suddenly screamed. “Roy,” she wailed.

Oliver turned to her and forgot to breathe. As his distorted vision from the flash grenade began to clear, he saw Roy sprawled out a couple feet away from Thea. Blood was trickling out of his mouth. Oliver took a closer look, now that he could fully see.

What he saw was two bullet holes in Roy’s chest.

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i don’t want to start this text by bringing everybody down, but i’m going to start this text by bringing everybody down. be assured though, it will only seem that way for the first couple of paragraphs.

i’ve been avoiding the holidays this year. they haven’t felt very festive for me. since i lost my wife at the start of the year, i’ve been keeping my distance from family and friends—but mostly from myself. instead, since august i’ve been traveling through the usa courtesy of the money i got from selling my house—our house. with my two dogs and my newly bought rv, we’ve been on a kind of self-discovery journey, going from state to state, not really having a particular destination in mind; just looking for some answers and some closure.

anyway, as i mentioned a few weeks ago, i had back surgery and was forced to temporarily halt my travels. i drove myself to southern california for the operation and found a haven to hole-up in while recovering. my friend dave, who i’ve known since the 3rd grade, insisted i stay with him for the duration. he too lost his wife a couple years ago. it was through a divorce, but it was still a loss for him.

yesterday, dave came into my borrowed bedroom and said he had a couple of xmas gifts he wanted to give me. as i said, i wasn’t feeling festive and told him i didn’t want the gifts. but he kept pressing me to take them. so i accepted his holiday spirit.

the first gift was a simple tee-shirt with the saying:”don’t piss off old people. the older we get, the less ‘life is prison’ is a deterrent.”

so true. this gift came from a long conversation we had last week. it was a bro moment. dave is the first person, the only person i’ve really opened up to since losing my wife. i wasn’t at all surprised or embarrassed by the torrent of tears i shed. it’s been building up. i told him how angry i’ve been since losing her—at life, at god, at sue for leaving me and at myself for not being able to do anything to prevent her death. it was a semi-cleansing of the toxicity in my heart and my soul. and it drained me. i guess the tee-shirt was dave’s way of making me smile. i didn’t, but i thanked him anyway.

but i also told him that i had found a great distraction from my grief. i told him about arrow and olicity and my participation, via this blog, in the fandom. i had him read a couple of my fics, to give him an idea of what i was talking about.

he said, after reading the fics, that i needed help. no doubt. it’s all harmless, i told him. and, it’s been something that is exclusively mine. it brings me a bit of peace and it touches the creative parts of me that has always throughout my life given me a tool to deal with the more difficult and traumatic aspects of that life—as a police officer, as a husband who took care of his ailing wife, as a person who traveled a much darker path in his youth and early adulthood. a poem or a song or a story seemed to take the edge off my troubles.

which brings me to the second gift dave gave me.

as some of you out there in the fandom know, my wife and i wrote and played original songs. this is something i’ve been avoiding this past year as well—opening up the catalog of music we created together. i couldn’t bring myself to listen to her singing and playing. it  just hurt too much. i told myself that that part of my life was over the day she died.

but thanks to dave’s second gift, i’ve decided to visit those songs again. not only is my friend persistent, he also happens to be a very talented musician himself; more specifically, a kick-ass drummer. and, he also happens to have a fully functional recording studio in his basement—a 24 track sound/mixer board, various instruments, microphones, digital enhancers and special effects; the works. his second gift to me is the use of it, for however long in am inclined.

i am inclined. so i’ve opened up my music file and have begun to select some songs sue and i wrote and recorded. i am going to download the file into the studio’s masterboard and enhance those old recordings, mix them on a professional level. i’ve always wanted to get sue into a studio and showcase her talents through the wizardly said studio brings.

dave has volunteered to lay down some drum tracks for the tunes. having taught myself to play multiple instruments: rhythm and lead guitar, bass, keyboards, mandolin, harmonica and a few licks on a banjo; i can multi-track the rest on my own.

i am excited by this project. i can give sue her due credit by re-recording our  music and giving the gift of her talent to the rest of the world. i don’t really have anyone out there to buy presents for; except for  my dogs. but this is a gift i can give—to myself, but  mostly to sue.

i am going to take my time with this, to get it right. i think she would be happy by this. there was little to be happy about in the last months of her life.

if anyone is interested, i am going to post the songs i’ve selected for my cd, as they are now and as they will be after i perform that studio magic on them; a kind of before and after thing. by the way, the cd title is—post-humously

i’ve re-posted the song at the top of this page because it’s going to be the opening track on the album. i’m not going to add anything to it in the studio, because i think it’s good as is. i don’t want to fuck it up.

i want to end this with a quote that has become the embodiment of my life this past year:

“in three words, i can sum up everything i’ve learned in life—it goes on”               -robert frost-

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So glad to hear you're continuing to heal from your surgery, Gene. And I'm so glad you've got a friend like Dave who doesn't take no for an answer. 😊

I can't tell you how wonderful it is to know you're working for and with Sue on this new project. I know it'll be amazing and a way to express who Sue was and all that she brought to the world. I really pray that the time you spend creating and showcasing something so beautiful as the music you and Sue made together will bring you a sense of peace.

We never stop missing those we have loved and lost and God forbid we ever should. But what a gift it is to still be able to share something like this with your amazing wife. Happy creating, Gene. I know the end result will be breathtaking because what I've already heard with yours and Sue's music has been magical. 🤗

Safe

PART 2

William was at the terminal window watching the jets landing and taking off. He looked like the loneliest person in the world. There was a steady rain falling outside Star City’s airport, but the terminal was still full of passengers waiting to board their planes, perhaps thinking of dryer, warmer climates.

Oliver watched his son staring out at the runways and felt a heavy weight in his heart. Everything that that the boy had gone through since losing he mother on Lian Yu still reminded Oliver of his own personal losses over the years. He still felt guilt at being the catalyst for the loss of Samantha and the crushing blow to William because of it. It was this life. Felicity told him that when they got back to Star City after Chase’s reign of terror. She said the same thing to him two years ago after Oliver lied to her and she decided to walk away from their life together. She accused him of hiding important things from her—the existence of William being the most damaging. The decisions he made because of the kind of life she mentioned they were a part of, it made their  happy ending forfeit.

Now, she was his wife. She was his life, being supportive and by his side. It was her suggestion they send William down to Las Vegas, to stay with Donna and keep him out of harm’s way. At first, Oliver was not on board with the plan. The thought of sending his son hundreds of miles away would make him even more of a target. Oliver’s instinct was to keep him close, where he could protect him. But if he knew Anatoly, and he did, the man would try more attacks. Oliver loved his mother-in-law, but she was not equipped to protect William in the way he and Felicity were. Felicity had run the idea by Oliver that maybe they should bring Donna in on the whole vigilante life they were living, but she finally decided against that reveal. Maybe after some time, Donna might accept it, but right now it would just be another potential disaster in the making. They already had enough to deal with—the FBI, Cayden James and his pack of villains, the splintering of Team Arrow and Rene’s betrayal. Bringing Donna into the fold would just complicate things ever more. It would also paint a target on her back as well.

As Oliver continued to watch his son at the window, old familiar anger threatened to push his off the rails. The thought of Anatoly’s henchmen coming into Oliver’s home with the intent of harming his family was a wrecking ball smashing through his restraint. He wanted to find his old friend and eradicate him from the world. He wanted to bring pain and suffering and death to his enemies.

But as she always does, Felicity was able to break through his old ways and bring perspective.  She knew Oliver wanted to retaliate against Anatoly, wanted to let the monster out to feed. But in spite of his old habits, Oliver let her into his pain and anger. She calmed him enough to find another way. So Oliver settled down after Anatoly’s attack, and together, he and Felicity went tactical instead. Oliver reached out to John who asked Lyla if she could assign two of her agents to watch over William while he was staying in Vegas. The two agents were standing off to the side, watchful and on point. Oliver felt a little comfort knowing they would be with William in-flight and during his time away. Still, there were traces of his instinctual need to be with his son, to make sure he stayed safe.

The airport PA system suddenly announced the boarding of William’s flight. Felicity squeezed Oliver’s hand and then let go of it. She knew Oliver wanted a moment alone with his son. The two Argus agents moved closer to the ramp; alert and poised.

“Hey buddy,” Oliver spoke as he came up behind William. “It’s time to go.”

William turned around and looked at his father. “I thought that you gave up on being ‘the other guy.’ Why does this keep happening?”

Oliver put his hand on William’s shoulder. “Son, I’ve made…well, before you came to stay with me, I made a lot of enemies being ‘the other guy.’ My crusade…uh, my saving the city—it made a lot of bad people angry. I’m sorry.”

William shook his head. “I guess it’s not your fault. I’m not sure just how much you’ve done or went through. My mom never talked about you all that much.” He began pulling on the straps of the backpack he was wearing. “I’m sorry too.”

“William, you don’t have anything to be sorry for. You didn’t ask for this life. If your mother was still…” Oliver stopped talking; Samantha’s death filled his eyes.

William sensed Oliver’s dismay. “I blamed you for her dying,” he replied. “You ruined my life. You took me away from my school and all my friends. I hated you. I was scared and mad…I wanted to die too.”

Oliver pulled William in and embraced the boy. “William…I’m so sorry. I really thought that when I sent you and your mother  away, you’d be safe. I wanted you as far away from this life as possible.”

William stepped out of Oliver’s hug and looked up at his father. “Oliver…dad…I don’t blame you anymore. I blame Chase, and now Anatoly. You and Felicity…well, you’re my life now. I still don’t want to lose you…or Felicity.”

Oliver’s eyes began to mist up as the PA system repeated the boarding call for William’s plane. “Buddy…you are not going to lose me or Felicity. We will keep you safe even it kills us.”

“Don’t say that,” William nearly shouted. “You are the Green Arrow.  Nothing can hurt you.”

Oliver shook his head. “William, I’ve been hurt plenty of times, before and after I put the hood on. Maybe when all of this is over, I’ll tell you some stories about it.”

“Okay dad, you can do that.” William glanced over at the Argus agents. “My bodyguards are waiting. I should go.”

Oliver hugged his son again and then let him go. William took one last look at his dad; then he went to where Felicity was standing a few feet away. He wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her a somber hug.

“You take care of yourself William,” Felicity said to him.  “And don’t believe anything my mom tells you about me when I was your age. Call us when you get to Vegas, okay?”

William nodded then he released Felicity. “I owe you a rematch on that video game.” He smiled at her and walked towards the boarding ramp.

Oliver went to stand next to Felicity. He put his arm around her. Both of them tried to show a brave face, but it was a hard task.

Just before William reached the ramp, he turned back around. “Dad…” he called out.

“Yeah buddy, what is it?”

A small smile found its way on William’s face. “Go for the nose,” he told Oliver.

Oliver and Felicity were driving to the Bunker after watching William’s plane climb into the sky and head south. Both of them were quiet, but they were tuned into each other’s mood.

“John called,” Felicity broke the silence. “He’s on the streets doing re-con. He said that Argus is using all their resources in tracking down Anatoly.”

Oliver only nodded. Once William was gone, Oliver began to focus on how he was going to find his old friend and nemesis. The last time they hooked up, Anatoly said that Oliver wouldn’t kill him. They’ve been down that road before.

Not this time.

“Oliver,” Felicity gently spoke. “Please tell me what you’re thinking.”

As he pulled the city vehicle they were driving in up to a red light, Oliver looked across the seat at Felicity. His gaze was filled with love. But it was also filled with a deep anger and a deeper conviction. “I was thinking …I was thinking that I love you. Felicity, you and William are the two most important people in my life.  What happened to us the other night will never happen again.”

Felicity gave him a brief smile. “Honey, I haven’t had a chance to let you know how hot you looked fighting naked.”

Oliver tried to grin back, but his focus got in the way. “We are going to find Anatoly. You, me and John.” He paused for a couple seconds; a look of fortitude in his eyes. “I am going to kill that son-of-a-bitch.”

Felicity nodded without reservation. “Okay Oliver. I’m with you. You can kill him. How can I help?”

He looked at his wife with everything he had in his mind and heart. “Just stay safe,” he told her.

The traffic light turned green and they continued on to the Bunker.

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Ok, so guys, there are two Polls:

Best TV Couples of 2017: https://www.popsugar.com/entertainment/Best-TV-Couples-2017-44336941 … 

We are currently second in this but Malec are fast on our butts!

Best Couple on The CW: https://www.popsugar.com/entertainment/Best-Couple-CW-2017-44356796 …

On this we are fourth.

Wouldn’t you love, after all the antagonism this fandom has received this year (for existing) to win… both? We can do this (we’ve done it before).

You can vote over and over just by refreshing the page:

VOTE OLICITY

Oh do we wanna try to win both ???? Regardless KEEP VOTING!!!

I’m good with one but in order to win one, we may have to vote on both (doing this at work too 😂👌🔥🔥🔥)

This is what one of my screens at work look like

Cause I vote for one,

 hit CTRL+R (which is refresh) 

click the other tab

vote

CTRL+R

and repeat

(and I’m doing this at work cause my work has fast internet) 

VOTE FOR OLIVER AND FELICITY!!! 

(me too)

Both polls are fighting us again and we’re back in third… sigh. This is a long haul. I firmly believe I’ll be spending an hour or two on Christmas day - whilst drinking - voting olicity:

Spread the word peeps!

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ah yes. han solo. han solo, so suave

so cool under pressure

so calm in a crisis

great at handling difficult situations, for example, can get his own gloves off WHILE talking to a cute girl AT the same time no problem thanks for asking

so great at witty comebacks

definitely has slept with MANY a lady because, again, Han Solo is a cool guy, and not a grumpy hermit who, were he a person in the world, would spend all his weekends alone in his apartment with his phone turned off watching Ice Truckers

definitely not a weirdo with a shitty haircut who talks to his car

no. mister cool guy. always looks so cool. so cool in a fight

so cool. never panics about everything all the time constantly.

people trust him cause he’s got that cool guy charisma

always knows what he’s doing. han solo. an expert.

in conclusion: han solo, a cool space scoundrel, not a nerd. maybe you’re the nerd around here. hmm. looks like it. check and mate

Adrift In Hiatus

Now that Oliver and Felicity have set sail into the encompassing waters of marital bliss, I am wondering what is next for them. They have solidly become a team in all the ways two people in love can be. Oliver really does love Felicity. And Felicity’s fear of losing him has been tempered by assurance whenever he wraps her in his arms and tells her so.

When Felicity told him after their flashback Bunker sex that she wasn’t ready yet to let Oliver back into her life, one could see in her eyes that she wasn’t really onboard with that sentiment. And again in 505, on the Loft balcony and at Oliver’s office, she looked uncertain of her conviction to move on with Detective Nobody. Oliver was unsure too. Both of them were struggling against the eddies and currents they swam in as their hearts were crying out silently to one another, as if they could look at each other and be okay living with that lie.

I remember thinking at the end of 520 when Felicity came into Oliver’s hospital room—are you ready now? Oliver had been ready (11months ago) ever since he gently lowered her down from the salmon ladder and spun her around with an urgency almost savage. Actually truth be told, Oliver has been ready ever since he smiled at Felicity in the QC IT Department. He might not have had the understanding of what happiness really was back then, but he did know she was a person not out to hurt or torture him, a person that was guilty of only two things—being normal and beautiful.

There is a rare moment when hindsight and foresight become one. Both of them at the beginning began to think about the other on a scale neither could claim experience with. Felicity calmed the raging storms inside Oliver, and Oliver touched those parts of her left barren and cold by Noah and Cooper. When he climbed into the back seat of Felicity’s car trusting and bleeding, Oliver brought with him an excitement and a life that Felicity could not have envisioned.

So here they are now at the other end of that spectrum. All their adventures together, all the pain and hope and frustration, all the smiles and tears and the close proximity of love trying to reach out and claim them—it built itself on the foundation of trust and certainty, a certainty that kept them together for six years; in spite of them getting in their own way from time to time. Finding love and the reasons to cultivate it can sometimes be just as challenging as going  up against a villain, a villain like Merlyn or Ra’s Al Gu or Darkhe—and my personal favorite; Adrian Chase. But when things slow down, when the turmoil of being a vigilante is put aside in favor of reaching out to make a connection with someone who has thoroughly captured your heart—it can be so complex in those matters of the heart. It takes compassion and empathy, tolerance and a little elbow grease. You feel love for someone, a wash of colors that brighten your outlook on life, but it still make that leap of faith a scary thing.

No more. Oliver and Felicity have made that leap. Standing next to that quicksilver lake in Central City and telling each other their lives are one; it was an outcome and a dream both had lived on the outside looking in. For far too long. When Oliver told her he was a better human being because he had loved her—one could hear the cosmic click of two souls aligning into place. If felt like relief. They don’t have to deny themselves the reality of why their hearts beat so strong—because they have each other’s.

It is the truth of true love.

So, where do they go from here? To jail? Into the clutches of Cayden James and his band of dark pariah’s?  Fighting a civil war against the newbies? Is it the end of their superhero dream? Quiet possibly all of those things are ahead. At least until 623 unfolds, when all the storylines converge to spell out a successful season , if the ride we took was a breathless one. Unless there is another cliffhanger.

I like to think that despite everything else that could go wrong, Oliver and Felicity can step back from it and focus on more important matters:

…like finding a larger more homey place to live, like Felicity taking over the interior design of said dwelling; drapes and linens and what to hang on the walls, like Oliver running for a second term as Mayor, like enrolling William into a karate class so he can fight his own battles, like OTA re-establishing the core of Team Arrow again, like bringing Roy back home and teaming up with Thea as a kick-ass duo husband and wife team, like Felicity getting her company up and running (okay, Curtis can come back for that) to make a difference not just on a city wide scale but a global one, like playing match-maker and bringing Donna and Lance back together, (Olicity’s kids are going to need loving grandparents) like take another vacation traveling the world; this time though, it will be more intimate and endgame and won’t seem like such a whirlwind romance…and the sunsets in Bali will be more spectacular.

Is it wrong for me to want more of Oliver and Felicity’s journey of everlasting love together, more than the threats they are facing with the lackluster stories we’re getting with the FBI and Cayden James, and god forbid, the disillusionment of the Newbies? Is it wrong thinking that Olicity is the main strength of the show? Is it wrong to want to watch two lives building upon each other, enriching and full?

There are some out there who do think all of that is wrong. They are horrified that Oliver and Felicity have become cannon. They are angry and disrespectful and downright fed up. I am not one of those who would want to upend any momentum that Olicity’s relationship and chemistry brings to the show. I will stand shoulder to shoulder and fight against those trying to sink my ship.

Often times during Arrow’s run, it has been a hit-or-miss prospect, a will-they, won’t-they endeavor by the writers. But if you go back through the seasons (as I am currently doing) there are parallels that scream endgame when it comes to Oliver and Felicity. For example: there is symbolism, (like the ring made from the ruins of the Bunker at the end of 423) there is truth, (like Oliver telling Felicity there’s no place he’d rather be) there is belief (like Felicity trusting Oliver with her life and his with hers) and there is love, (like in just about every episode since they first came together.) It’s not hard to see the writing on the wall.

I find myself thinking that there is really nothing left for them to ponder on when it comes to being with one another. They are sailing high, up above anything that would try to dislodge them and bring them crashing down. Regardless of whatever may challenge them, Oliver and Felicity are there for one another, they are there to take what is good and bad and make it their strength. Yes, there will be times they disagree with each other, times when fear of the unknown will touch their doubts and insecurities, times when the whole world (at least the Star City portion of it) will seem too vast and wide and overwhelming.

But there will also be times when all of that will seem easy to deal with; as easy as just reaching out and holding on to one another.

That is their always. And mine too.

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vote olicity guys!

Were’ dropping!

And you can vote as much as you like: just hit refreash

because I’m not a fan of having Jughead, WestAllen or Delena (tho TVD has ended) win, simply because of how long we’ve waited and what we’ve had to wade through.

let’s do this guys.

It is so easy to vote here, but if we all vote x10, well…

I’ll shut up soon (promised someone I’d do this :):)

i’M GOING TO REBOG THIS FROM NOW UNTIL CHRISTMAS! (She says praying) - Let’s see if we can perform a christmas miracle

(you don’t have to tho)

Vote For the Best TV Couple of 2017! How about a Christmas miracle guys? Vote #Olicity and let’s prove why we make an amazing fandom once more.

So Alex and Maggie from SG are making a run at catching up to us. They’ve gained 10 thousand votes in the past couple of hours. I know we can do better. We’ve earned that best couple of 2017 title (why is this important to me??)

Vote Olicity please

#some things never change

smooth af

Past,Present and Future (A Nostalgic Look Back)

So I started a rewatch of Arrow’s earlier Seasons while hiatus lingers. I started with Season 2. As I was watching Felicity and Diggle fly into Lian Yu to bring Oliver home, I began reliving Olicity as they started their long path ahead together. After 609 and the endgame of it, these earlier episodes are just pure nostalgia.

Oliver and Felicity’s progression from an IT cubicle to shoving wedding cake into each other’s mouths was like watching them grow up together. Season 1 was their adolescence, when they were awed and captivated by each other.  It was the very best kind of growing pains.

Season 2 is their teen years. It’s when their hormones kicked in and it was getting harder to breathe when around each other. There was a thing out there called love, and both of them had heard about it, even seen it, but neither had really knew all the possibilities it could bring. They began to test those waters and created lexicons like ‘heart eyes, and eye sex, shoulder touching and (sic) wifey.’ Oliver goes through changes in his  life, not just his scared, angry, lonely  inner child trying to burst out of adolescence and see a different world all around him, but a new journey on discovering an inner light still burned inside of him and that it was possible somebody he knew would be able to harness it.  And speaking of Felicity, she became Oliver’s lighthouse in this season. She was on the search for her own feelings and also felt strong possibilities looming on the horizon whenever she was in close proximity to Oliver. The Season ended with a ruse and an intense eye sex thing going on there on the rocky shore of mine-field Island.

Season three is when Oliver and Felicity knew for sure they had feelings for the other.  They were discovering their own passions while still unsure if they could marry them together.  Oliver knew he loved Felicity, but he made a decision to push her away in the name of protecting her. It created something wonderful in an unintentional way—angst. The whole season was dripping with it. The frustrated heart eyes and the budding declarations they said to one another—“As long as you’re in my life…I am,” or “That’s all I ever wanted,” (for Felicity to be happy) and “I do know two things.” And then there was the UST just roaring in the background, waiting for these two to stop pussy-footing around and get with the program. They eventually listened to that roar and gave us the still hottest sexual romp of the show. They finally said out loud, (and I mean really loud) that they loved each other and they were glad ‘that happened.’ Oliver and Felicity take a new path at the end of the Season and ride off into the sunset to find themselves in each other.

Season 4 was them playing adults, happy and seemingly having no issues between them. It was all cotton candy and cuteness. Domestication seemed to suit Oliver and he did look happy at the start of the Season. Felicity on the other hand, she was happy too, but she was also still drawn back to what brought her and Oliver together in the first place—saving their city and having a personal life, finding a balance that would keep them strong and secure and safe. It was a noble and romantic pulse that both of them set their lives too, but unbeknownst to them, there were still traces of their pasts lingering in their internal make-ups. Oliver was still unsure if being happy was something he deserved, couldn’t believe his good fortune that someone like Felicity would want to spend the rest of her life with him. And Felicity became spooked at the depth she lost herself in being with Oliver. It was all so new for both of them, and it was only right they took out their doubts out and shook them in each other’s faces the way they did in episode 406. They took a step back and looked more closely at their commitments to one another. And they were left wanting. They found themselves in each other and wanted to move ahead. Then assassin’s bullets found Felicity vulnerable and completely changed her life. Oliver’s too. But what was really disheartening was the fact that Oliver had already made a fateful decision to keep Felicity out of the loop when he found out about William. It was a stage-setter for things to come.

Season 5 was…well, it was Season 5. Oliver and Felicity (as well as SA and EBR) really had no control over the toxic direction they took in moving away from each other.  Felicity had closed the door on them and opened another one when she hooked up with Detective Nobody. Oliver ditto with the unscrupulous, icky reporter. Yet both Oliver and Felicity still simmered when they were around each other, sending out the heart eyes and the scent of still wanting to touch each other.  They would even consider going back to the fantasy of Ivy Town and those early possibilities that brought them together in the first place. If only they could stop torturing themselves with unrequited love and get the hell back together.  Then Oliver killed said Detective Nobody, leaving just one more pointless plot device on life support. Oliver was tortured by Adrian Chase (one of the bright spots as the true villain of the Season) and Oliver gave the icky reporter her walking papers. The way was open for Olicity to reconcile, just in time for them to close the door on their troubled past and open a new one, one that started in a steam tunnel beneath the Bunker. Love came back to stay this time. It took the exclamation point of Lian Yu blowing up to put them on the path they were meant to take all along.

Season 6 so far is them finally embracing their destiny as a couple, as partners in crime and husband and wife. It was a wild, amazing journey to reach that height. It looks good on them. It’s always fun to watch that kind of progression. Whatever is coming after the hiatus, be assured that Oliver and Felicity will face it together in a way they’ve never imagined. Okay, they probably did imagine their future together, but I needed some drama in this paragraph.

So, I’m rewatching the early episodes and smiling at times when I see our endgame couple put each other through the ringer. They are paying their dues, and ours too. It’s like reading the ending of a book first and then going back to the start and knowing how things will turn out before they turn out.

I am healing up from my back surgery, becoming a bit more mobile and have weaned myself off those distracting pain killers. During the Crossover and then Olicity’s married life—I might have been floating on two different clouds.The world is burning outside my temporary haven here in Southern California and so far the flames have not reached me and my old friend in Simi Valley. Soon, I’ll be up and running again.

Peace.

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