Felicity doesn’t say Digg’s first name often. So you know it’s really serious when she does. I can recall only two instances: In this scene in “Unthinkable” and in “Keep Your Enemies Closer” aka Russia episode.
Do any of you guys want to do writing sprints with me? Just one or two. I’m in a slump and I need to get out of it.
What does a writing sprint entail? Because I am, heartbreakingly, at work.
We set a timer for how ever many minutes we choose and then do nothing but write and then count up the words and compare. I like 20 minute sprints generally.
*looks at to do list* *crumples it up and tosses it over her shoulder* I’m game.
Felicity was frozen, and Sara was tensed to spring, but Laurel was the one to speak.
"Please, put it DOWN."
The Thea Queen that stood in front of them in the poorly lit parking lot with a sword pressed up against the throat of a terrified security guard didn’t look to Felicity like the girl who’d managed Verdant and given Oliver well-deserved hell.
She looked like she’d seen hell herself. And fought out to the other side.
This girl looked hard, and sure, and that sword was still raised.
Laurel took a small step forward, her 4-inch stiletto ringing where it met the pavement. ”Thea, please.”
Another step. Felicity could almost hear Thea’s hand tighten on the sword, and she heard Sara draw in a slow breath in preparation for attack.
Laurel nodded, even as she took another small step. Her voice was calm and smooth. “It was Malcolm, wasn’t it? We looked everywhere for you. He got to you first, that night.”
"Of course." This time Laurel stopped. There was maybe three feet between them now, Felicity estimated nervously. "You can let him go, you know. One of us can get you in where ever it is he has access. Isn’t that right, girls?"
Sara nodded tersely. Felicity hurried to fill the silence. “Oh yeah, for sure. I mean it’s easier if I clone his keycard, but even if I don’t, magnetic locks like that usually take about 30 seconds.”
Thea didn’t break eye contact with Laurel for the full length of Felicity’s sentence. As they lapsed into silence again, she moved, lightning fast, and the man was on the ground. Alive, but unconscious.
Sara had materialized at Laurel’s side, but made no move to stop Thea when she bent down and pulled the card off the man’s belt.
"I don’t need your help," she snapped. "Tell Oliver…"
"Thea," Laurel cut in, stepping past Sara. "This isn’t about Oliver. This is about you and me." For a moment the hard mask on Thea’s face slipped, and in the harsh side light of the street lamp, Felicity saw the girl bite her lip and look away when Laurel’s voice wavered at last. "You’re the only other person who remembers when it was just you, me, and… and Tommy."
Laurel’s hand came up and rested lightly on Thea’s shoulder and for a heartwrenching moment, no one moved as a tear tracked its way down Thea’s shadowed face.
"I don’t - I can’t remember him anymore." The whisper was broken, anguished, and Felicity could see that Laurel was crying now, too.
Then Thea backed away, sword up and mask back in place. Sara made a move to follow but Laurel grabbed her arm.
"Just stay away from me, all of you." Thea’s voice, cold and hard, cut through the dark as she faded into the shadows. "This is the last warning."
a quick Art trade for a friend in fb again~ lol I prefer her with her long wavy hair XD”
"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not a mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition and of unspeakable love."
the single greatest scene in the history of cinema
Uncanny River [x]
Felicity’s only just met her cousin Olivia after a lifetime of never knowing she had family (besides her mother, that is, and she doesn’t like to talk about that). Having a cousin that’s an FBI agent when you’re kind of in love with a guy who takes the law into his own hands? Not that easy. But also not the trickiest part about being related to Olivia Dunham, either.
Because it turns out that she’s not the only family member with a secret. Thanks to an accident at the Foundry, Felicity finds herself stranded…in her hometown. But nothing’s the same. Tommy Merlyn’s alive and he’s got vicious aim. Laurel Lance never went to law school, but she puts criminals away just the same in fishnets and a black mask that’s eerily familiar. Felicity’s still a genius in this ‘verse, and she still dyes her hair, but she never thought she’d rock the redhead look like that. And where is Oliver?
Felicity has a feeling the other version of her knows. And she’s not going to like the answer.
Maria Hill in Captain America: The Winter Soldier
The World We Have and the World We Want
When her son was almost seven, Moira Queen lived every parents’ worst nightmare. Driven mad by grief, she set into motion a plan that will unravel the lives of more than a dozen people—and two universes. Now grown up and visited by a woman who shares his sister’s face but not her history, Oliver Queen is about to discover he’s not who he thought he was after all. And neither is the woman he loves.
Summary || Drabble 1 || Drabble 2
First there was nothing. Then there was everything.