Time for a story - A.W.O.L.

Looking at the other side of the bed, Felicity decided that she had to kill Oliver.

Five seconds ago, she had been caught in a wonderfully steamy dream. She had been lying on the top of the desk in Oliver’s office at City Hall with the hem of her skirt pushed up over her hips and her panties discarded on the floor. Oliver had been about to give her exactly what she had wanted. He had dropped his pants, and he had taken his member into his hand, pushing his tongue against the inside of his cheek and giving her that kind of look. Then he had taken a step forward and-

- she had woken up. She had been lying in bed the same way that she had been lying on his desk. Her hands had been clenched to fists over her head. They had been holding onto the sheets instead of some random papers though. Her back had been arching off the sheets like it had been arching off the cool wood of the desk. Her legs had been spread to give room for the tingling feeling between her legs and for the man that had promised to make the best of that tingling feeling.

Time for a story - Uprising

Felicity was sure that, when she had been a child, she had been dreaming of living in a castle. She hadn’t really dreamed of being a princess – or maybe she had and just couldn’t remember – but she had dreamed of living in a castle. When you grew up in a small apartment that was located over a casino in Las Vegas, you sometimes had to dream yourself away to some fairylike place like a castle.

Since she and Oliver had moved into their house, there hadn’t been a single day that she had dreamed of living in a castle though. Their house had been her castle. It hadn’t had turrets or battlements, but it had been just as precious to her. She had seen herself living there, raising their kids and growing old. She had never wanted to live anywhere else. Well, maybe Bali, but that was something entirely different.

When two arms slid around her waist from behind, Felicity leaned back with a sigh. Oliver’s body was warm and chased away some of the cold October had brought with it. He leaned his cheek against hers and swayed her from side to side slightly.

“We’ll get used to it.”

Time for a story - Tremors

“The living room is fully completed, including the personal stuff like the photos you asked for. The dining room will be completed today. There was a delay because the carpet you picked wasn’t available in three of the stores that offered it previously. Anyway, it will be delivered today, and we can finish the dining room then.”

Oliver nodded slowly, listening to Thea’s oral pleadings.

When he had arrived here – here being the Queen Mansion that had been rebuilt in the behest of Felicity years ago – Thea had been ordering the helpers around. She had been completely in her element. Bossing people around, politely even so, had always been her thing. As a teenager, she could have been quite mean, but once she had found a purpose, something reasonable for her to do, she had put all the effort necessary into it. She had helped with Verdant in the first few years of its existence, and now she helped setting up this place for Oliver and his family.

Iooks great ...

Time for a story - You have saved this city

Starling City was celebrating in a way that Oliver had never seen before. There was music coming from everywhere. People of different age, different ethnicity and different neighborhoods were standing together or even dancing together. The owner of a beverage trade had brought a truck full of cooled beverages. A bakery and a pizzeria had opened and given out food. Other people that had come to join the celebration had brought more foods and drinks. Everyone was sharing what they had. Everyone was celebrating together.

After President Harrison had acknowledged the team’s service for the city and pardoned all crimes done in that service, she had soon left. Apparently, her work had been done after she had said what she had said. It had certainly been a good thing though because everyone had visibly relaxed once she and her military officers had left.

He still felt like he was caught in a dream, a good one for once even. All or at least most of the problems and worries that he had had hours ago had vanished. He had always hoped that the team was one day officially accepted by the city in some way. Now they weren’t just accepted. They were so much more and that allowed him to leave here and just go back home to his children and be a free man.

Time for a story - Tribute

Holding her breath, Felicity stared at the knife that was stuck in the wall, just a couple of inches away from her face. The initials M + BR were carved into the wooden knife handle. Of course she wanted her love story to be linked to this.

Felicity wondered if Blood Rose knew that her love story was actually the story of Midas’ love for himself. Blood Rose, as a robot, couldn’t feel love. She was acting the way she was coded, and she was coded to be loyal to and obsessed with Midas. At the same time, she was programmed to know a lot about robots and coding. She knew a lot about Midas’ work, so shouldn’t she know that she was programmed to react this way?

Time for a story - Fighting Fire with Fire

Her call for help must have spread like wildfire, Felicity thought, overlooking the crowd that was growing bigger and bigger with each minute that passed. There were so many people here now that Felicity had needed to climb onto the roof of a truck, so she could oversee the crowd. Goosebumps spread all over her skin while she was taking them in.

Starling City was truly united. How else was it possible that people of different age, different socioeconomic status, different religion, different ethnicity and whatever else had gathered here with the same aim. Felicity could see an old man with his cane, and she could see a girl that could be barely older than twelve years, surrounded by a group of young adults. There were some of the homeless that came to warm up down in the foyer of the Science Center in winter as well as people Felicity usually only met during formal charity events. There was a man wearing a kippah and a woman that was holding onto her cross neckless. She could see thousands of different people and different groupings. They had all come here to keep Starling City safe.

Time for a story - This is your sword

He took five steps to the end of his small cell. Then he turned around. Again, he took five steps until he was back where he had started in the first place.

In the fifteen years since he had made sure those fishermen would find him on the island and would make his way home, he almost wished that he was back on Lian Yu again. There had been so much place there. If he was there now, he could be running and climbing and jumping and shooting arrows at moving targets. Right now, that seemed like something quite desirable.

It’s been four days since he had been arrested the last time, and those four days had felt like an eternity. In some way it was like he was back on the island, isolated from everyone and everything. All he could do was wait and hope. That truly was how it had been, especially during those first days, weeks or even months.

Time for a story - City of heroes

After however long she had been staring at the ruins of their house, she realized what made it so hard for her to accept the loss she had just faced. It didn’t look like their house anymore, so how could she believe that she had lost it as well as Hawk?

Losses always felt unreal. Denial was one of the famous stages of grief after all. The brain couldn’t understand that something wasn’t there. If you tried not to think about something, it didn’t work. It was always on your mind. So how could the brain truly understand that something was gone and taken from you? Never mind the heart.

What was lost of the home they had lived in were ruins. It was burnt out, a black, smoldered wreckage. There was nothing to live in anymore and as far as Felicity could see, there wasn’t anything to rebuild either. It was too destroyed for that. It had to be rebuilt from scratch, and that would mean that it wouldn’t be the home it had used to be.

Sitting German Shepherd Portrait - full Timelapse process

James Elliott Wood Sculpture, Scotland

#and i said that's my man

Cause I was just like an arrow heading straight for a destiny

Then I met you and the world opened up in front of me

Revealing there was more than the eye could see...