This is legit.
More PSAs need to stop worrying about offending people and get down to the nitty gritty like this. It’s the only way to open so many eyes.
If people are offended, they are probably guilty.
Felicity’s out of bed before Diggle even finishes the sentence, slipping her feet into her flip-flops and grabbing her wallet and keys from the bedside table and throwing them into her purse.She makes it to Diggle’s place in record time.
Tommy is screaming, down on his knees, bowed over, hands pressed against either side of his head, his forehead touching the floor. Dropping her purse, Felicity falls to the floor beside him, calling his name and tentatively touching his shoulder. She doesn’t know what to do to make the episode pass, to bring him back from this edge of pain and fear and helplessness. As soon as she places her hand fully on his shoulder, the screaming quiets down.
"You’re okay," she tells him. His eyes meet hers and a quiet, "Felicity" slips through his lips.
"I’m right here," she says, trying to sound reassuring even though every time this happens more and more fear creeps into her soul. What if this time she can’t help him?
"Make it stop," he pleads through a sob. "Please, Felicity. You’re the only one who can make it stop."
Trying not to let him pick up on her fear - that will send him right back to the screaming in agony - she moves closer, pressing her body against his as she draws him in to an embrace. One of her hands cups the back of his neck, while the other soothes a path down his spine.
Since he’s slightly more settled now, she draws on all the calming phrases that usually draw him out of this, help him wage a war in his own mind until he gains his very self back. “You’re safe. You’re alright. No one is going to hurt you. You’re not going to hurt anyone. Just breathe with me.”
Tommy wraps his arms around her and holds onto her tightly. They stay like that until his breathing evens out, until he slumps in her arms, too mentally and emotionally exhausted to hold himself upright.
Felicity glances up at Diggle, who’s been standing out of Tommy’s eyeline with his arms crossed and a decidedly grim expression on his face.
We need to tell Oliver, Diggle’s eyes tell Felicity.
Every so slightly, she shakes her head. Not yet.
"Oliver," she groans, trying to move, but his body pressing into her stops anything significant.
"Just answer the question." He’s smiling down on her, rolling his hips just once to drive the point home. She throws her head back at the sensation, trying to get the sounds she is making under control.
"It feels good, really good. Better than I imagined good," she says, giving her brain free will because the second she starts talking he finally moves. And whoa, wow, ‘good’ is the understatement of the century. "It’s amazing. It’s fantastic. It’s mindblowing."
He’s grunts into her neck as she speaks. She notices the more she talks the faster he moves, so she keeps it up, doesn’t check herself at all as she tells him all the ways he is making her feel where he is touching her inside.
"Oliver!" She finally screams as she comes, pleasure spiking through every nerve ending.
"Felicity," he sighs a moment later as he finally let’s go, finding his own release.
Felicity smiles to herself as she realizes that her babbling is something that definitely turns Oliver on.
No, I’m not crying, I just have a little bit of Tommy Merlyn’s ENTIRE TRAGIC STORY ARC IN MY EYE.
My dream for The Avengers: Age of Ultron is that it starts out with each of the Avengers getting a call early in the morning that they need to come in, and when they get to Clint, they’re like, “We still don’t have Romanoff’s new location, so if you have a way of contacting her, pass the message to her as well.” Clint replies, “I’ll see if I can track her down,” and hangs up the phone. Then he rolls over in bed and is like, “Hey Nat, get up, they need us.”
A 14 year-old boy was recently raped at knife-point by a 20 year-old woman. When the story broke, it was primarily men who claimed he should have enjoyed it. It was feminists who validated his pain and spoke in support of him.
This is why we need feminism."
Manu Bennett doing the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge at DragonCon (x)
next time you get rick rolled try and act like you’ve never heard the song before
get real flustered and be like “wow… I didn’t realize that was how you felt?”
what?? piE ? i gotta see this
ohhhh it says “piece” not “pie”
wait a second…
MAKE IT STOPAPAPFDG S
my anaconda dont
No Sven, we're not going back. She's with her true love.Best One Yet
I love these transitional gifs
BEST ONE YET
haven’t even seen frozen. still said awwww
LOOK AT THAT SMIRK.
LOOK AT THE LIFT OF HER EYEBROWS AS SHE GLANCES BACK AT HIM. THE GRIN BEFORE SHE FOCUSES ON WHERE SHE’S RUNNING TO, TO FIND WHERE TO SET HER TRAP.
Nat is running for her life - only not really - and enjoying every second of it. There is no fear there.
She knows this game.
She knows whom she is playing with.
And now that she knows he doesn’t remember that she already knows all his moves, she can play him. Like Happy, like Stark, like Luchkov. Just like all men.
Do you think she’s pretty, Bucky? Come into her web, said the spider to the fly.
[on diversity in media] I think its social responsibility. I think it’s our responsibility to stand up and say what we want. It think if you look at television in the past two years, it’s becoming the decade of the female. Like, all these new shows with female leads. Even if you look at television, as well as cable, as well as films, there’s been a resurgence, as far as the leading woman in Hollywood, which is great. And I think we’re also at the point now…you know, it’s interesting…x
Felicity sighed, foregoing the water in favor of kneeling beside the lump, gently brushing her fingers across his forehead. “Why aren’t you in bed?” she whispered when Tommy’s eyes fluttered open.
"Didn’t want to wake you up," he replied, voice heavy with sleep. Turning his head to the side, he pressed a kiss to her palm.
"You’re supposed to wake us up, silly. That’s what relationships are about. Neither of us sleep well when you’re not there. Come to bed, please." Felicity stood up and tugged on his hand, he followed her down the hall.
Usually, she sleeps in the middle, sandwiched between him and Oliver. Both of them like it that way, having her between them means she’s safe and unharmed, surrounded by promises of love and protection. No one is going to get to her without going through one of them first. Felicity knows they all love each other equally, but she often delights in the fact that due to the nuances in their relationship, she is truly precious to both of them in a special way.
Tonight though, she lets Tommy climb in bed first, so he’ll be between her and Oliver. From the way Oliver sleepily reaches for Tommy a second later, she’s confidant that was a pretty good call.