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Nothing burns like the cold.

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I am Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons. 

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There’s nothing more pure than Jason Momoa fangirling over his TV wife.

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Ask Me to Wait

I don’t know why, but this scene from POI, Olicity style wouldn’t leave me alone. Here’s a reminder that I really suck at writing, but this drove me insane.

“Oliver?”

The sound of that name made him stop dead in his tracks. He hadn’t been called Oliver in years, not since he joined the CIA. He had been referred to by so many aliases, that he hadn’t heard the name Oliver. The petite woman standing in front of him, with a smile that didn’t reach her blue eyes, was what made him stop. Felicity. She had looked just as radiant as the last time he had seen her.

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Stephen Amell and Emily Bett Rickards + kissing eachother.

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That is why Felicity left you…

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mb: Danny Ocean & Rusty Ryan

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“She didn’t even think to ask me.” said Damian, later, a puzzled look of hurt on his face. “I mean, I was sitting right there. Staring at her. Deciding how attractive she looked. She could have just asked. Why didn’t she? I was right there.”

“It’s a shame.” he added, staring at someone across the room who had a bit of mascara on. “Such a shame.”

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"She is my work-wife,but also she's my wife-wife."

Felicity blinked slowly at the man standing in front of her in his neat tuxedo, her lips stretched stiffly in an awkward smile as the gentleman, with his slightly graying temples, squeezed an arm around the waist of the curvy woman almost twenty years his junior beside him. The lovely redhead ignored him—and his inappropriately wandering hand—as she tapped away at her smartphone. The man—god, she’d forgotten his name already, she was terrible at this schmoozing crap—winked at Felicity, who forced a laugh and said, “How… cute.”

The older man chuckled patronizingly. “I’m just saying, keep an eye out for that Queen boy. Next thing you know, you could have a ring on your finger. But don’t worry, just ask Marie, here, doesn’t get in the way of your typing.” Marie glanced up at Felicity just long enough to roll her eyes, then returned to her phone—the large diamond on her ring finger glinting, and indeed not interfering with her typing at all.

Felicity laughed mechanically again, mumbled some kind of thank you, downed the champagne flute in her hand, and made her escape. Depositing her glass on the tray of a server she passed, she slipped through the crowd, eyes searching for Oliver. They’d been here for at least a couple of hours now, gladhanding investors and board members. Surely she could be excused.

She spotted him just as a woman about his mother’s age pressed his hand and walked away, and Felicity quickly moved to his side, hand slipping around his bicep and squeezing—good god, that was really firm—to get his attention. He leaned towards her, greeting her with a small, tired smile. “Hey, where’ve you been?”

She made a face at him. “In hell, I’m pretty sure. And by the way, just so you know, if you ever call me your work-wife, I will wait until the next time you are unconscious after a fight and use one of your very own arrows to cut off your balls, okay?”

She patted his arm, smiling, and he blinked down at her, looking distinctly perturbed and not a little confused. “Um, noted.”

“Fabulous,” she beamed at him. “Now, can we please get the hell out of here?”

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Do you think maybe, possibly, maybe on Earth 2 or something, Felicity and Diggle will end up together? [x]

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Olicity: Come Home

Anonymous said: What if you did a prompt that after they break up they have to go under cover together and act as if they are married and madly in love and they’re supposed to have separate beds but instead it’s a double and they have to share and make up at the end or something?

“This is ridiculous.”

“Felicity-”

“Why is this so awkward?”

Oliver closed his eyes, the fact that his back was turned to her not quite enough space between them in that moment. Her frustration wasn’t unwarranted, but things were far more complicated than just being awkward by any means of the imagination.

“I think that’s pretty obvious.”

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What's In A Name? - An Olicity Fanfiction

After soaking up all the goodness from the HVFF Men of Arrow panel, I was struck by a wild plot bunny. Between this post:

(http://stellahellaviola.tumblr.com/post/141056665760/do-you-think-maybe-possibly-maybe-on-earth-2-or)

and this post:

(http://relevanttosomeone.tumblr.com/post/56839459658/this-is-a-screenshot-of-tommys-text-history-in)

this story was born. Apologies for grammatical errors or any other snafus, this is unbetad. I hope you enjoy.

“Oliver, it’s 2:30, you need to come to bed.” Felicity spoke softly to her pacing husband.

“No. You said we should never go to bed angry. So I’m not going to bed.”

“Okay, but not going to bed angry usually means you talk about whatever is causing the problem, and work through the problem before going to bed. You won’t talk to me.” she tried to reason with him.

“I just did.” was his stubborn reply.

“I mean, you won’t talk to me about what’s bothering you. How can we fix it, if you won’t talk to me about it?”

“We can’t fix it! It’ll never be fixed!”

“That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

He shot her a scathing look, the hurt visible in his eyes.

~ Seven hours earlier ~

“I can’t tell you how excited I am?” Thea squeals, hugging Felicity tightly, bouncing on her toes.

“I think I can tell.” Felicity replied with a groan, her morning sickness flaring up again with Thea’s jostling motion.

“Okay, okay. That’s enough Thea, you’re gonna shake the baby loose.” Oliver insist as he physically removes his sisters arms from his wife.

“Oh, my god! Is that a thing?” the younger girl questioned concerned.

“No, it’s not a thing, don’t worry. That was no worse than what your brother did to me in bed this morning, talk about shaking the baby loose…”

“FELICITY!” the siblings shouted together at the awkward over share.

“Oh god, my filter is even more broken-y than normal.” the blond mumbles, her face pinking up in her embarrassment as she takes her seat at the dinner table.

“Logically I know in order for Felicity to be pregnant there has to have been sex between you two, but I refuse to hear about it.” Thea shakes her head as if trying to displace the notion of her brother and sister-in-laws sex life. “Ew, ew, ew, I’m forgetting the last 30 seconds. And… new topic. Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl? When do you find that out?” she questions, taking a seat across from Felicity.

“I’ve never done this before, so I don’t really know. I’ll have to…”

“Generally, you can find out anywhere between 16 - 20 weeks, but the chances are better the later you wait.” Oliver pipes up, sounding very much like the expert he’s not.

“Wha… I told you literally 12 hours ago and we’ve both been at work all day? How did you…”

“Well, I may not have gotten much work done at City Hall today.” he admits sheepishly. “I’m excited.” he adds with a shrug sitting his homemade beef bourguignon down on the table before taking his seat.

“Oh!” Felicity whimpers, her bottom lip wobbly with an overload of emotions as she stares at her husband. “Talk about something else before you make me cry.”

“Names. What about names for the baby? Any ideas.” Thea questions eagerly.

“Well, I for one am hoping it’s a boy.”

“Why is that?” Oliver asked his wife as he plated up her food.

“I do not want my daughter sharing her name with anyone her father had a, uhm… we’ll just be nice and use the word ‘relationship’… with.” she replied using finger quotes.

“Can’t argue with that.” Thea agreed taking a sip of her wine. “And that strikes off at least half the female names in the world.”

“Hey.” Oliver protested gently.

“Just speaking the truth.”

Oliver pulled a face at his sister before directing his attention to his wife. “Well then, if it is a boy, I was kind of hoping you might consider the name Tommy.” Oliver suggested hesitantly.

“Oh Ollie!” Thea exclaimed, grabbing her brothers arm, drawing his attention. “That’s perfect.” she gushed.

“I think so, too.” he said softly, sharing a tender moment with his sister, not catching his wife quietly gulping down her water, her eyes blown wide in discomfort. “What do you think, hon?”

“Well, I like it, but…” she gulped down more water, stalling for time. “But, umm, if we’re not using any girls names that were your former, uh, partners, then we should scratch Tommy off the potential name list as well.” she explained, clearly uncomfortable.

“You never dated anyone named Tommy. You told me about all your boyfriends.”

“Boyfriends, yeah. I wouldn’t say he was my boyfriend. It was more of an… acquaintances with benefits… relationship.”

“When was this? There was Jeff in high school, then Cooper in college.” he said with a bit of a growl. “After Cooper you said you were off relationships, and then you moved to Starling. You told me you were a loner when you first moved here…” Oliver trailed off, trying to sort out what she hadn’t told him.

“You know what, the timing doesn’t really matter. But, let’s just say that name needs to be on the ‘no’ list.” she explained firmly, considering the matter closed.

And it might have been, if Thea hadn’t sussed out a likely explanation that would have Felicity acting so cagey. The answer popped into her head just as she took another swig of red wine, her eyes pinging back and forth between her brother and his squirming wife. She gasped audibly at the realization, inadvertently inhaling her wine.

“Thea!” Oliver exclaimed, reaching over, patting her on the back trying to assist her. “Are you alright?”

She ignored him, coughing to clear her airways as she met the terrified eyes of Felicity. “You and our To…”

“Shhhhh! Thea, no!” Felicity shouted, cutting off the other woman’s question, vigorously shaking her head in the negative.

“Holy shit!” Thea choked out as she saw confirmation in her sister-in-laws eyes.

“What? What’s going on?” a clueless Oliver questioned, his eyes going from his sister to his wife.

“I dunno.” Felicity answered, adopting a perplexed look before she abruptly changed the subject. “Mmmmm, this roast looks delicious.” she speared a large chunk of her dinner, forking it into her mouth. “Mmhmmm, ish shueper wummy.” she spoke around the mouthful of food.

Oliver stared at her, clearly not understanding her peculiar behavior, before turning his gaze back to Thea, who wouldn’t meet his eyes, focusing instead on finishing off her wine.

“How did you find time to make this, Oliver? You were at the office all day. You used the slow cooker, didn’t you. What a great idea. It turned out really well, it’s so good, and momma was really hungry.” Felicity rambled, trying to distract him from piecing together what his sister had already concluded.

“'You and our To’” he spoke his sisters words out loud, mulling it over. “'You and our To’” he said again, only this time he ended on a loud inhale. “You and our Tommy?” he phrased it as a question, his eyes flying to his wife’s as she slowly chewed up another oversized mouthful of dinner.

Felicity gulped down her food, her eyes huge in her face.

“Our Tommy? Tommy Merlyn?” he yelled in disbelief and horror.

“I’m gonna go.” Thea mumbled, quickly shoving back from the table and hustling to gather her belongings as she beat a path to the door of the loft.

“Thea, don’t leave, you traitor!” Felicity grumbled watching the younger Queens retreat as the older Queen stared a hole into the side of her head.

“Uhm, thanks for dinner. And congratulations on the baby.” Thea called out as she promptly escaped the awkwardness in the loft.

The only sound to be head in the loft was the irregular sound of Oliver’s uneven breathing.

“So…” Felicity tried to speak.

“Tommy Merlyn!”

“How do you feel about the name Ethan?”

So taking Colin’s adorable “Welllllll…” from the HFVV Chicago panel, and Tommy Merlyn’s texting history from the show, this story decided to insinuate itself in my mind. Let me know what you think 😉

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#stop teasing each other about where you are going to do it and please just do it 

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DIY Lip Plumper

Ingredients:  

¼ teaspoon of Cayenne Pepper

¼ teaspoon of ground Ginger

2 tablespoons of Coconut Oil

1-2 drops of Peppermint Oil

Honesty time: Simply put, the overall purpose of this treatment is to irritate your lips just enough so they swell. The Cayenne Pepper is a natural source that, when combined with the ground Ginger, helps to irritate and slightly burn your lips so they plump up. It's really more of a tingle though, promise! The Coconut and Peppermint work together to both soothe and hydrate your pouter.

How To Make Your Lip Plumper:

Fill a small pot halfway with water and leave it on medium heat until it starts to simmer but not boil.

Once your water is simmering, take a big container and place it in your water, but make sure no water gets into the container you essentially just want the heat of the water

Mix together your Cayenne, Ginger, and Coconut oil and stir until evenly combined

Add in your Peppermint Oil and stir again until even

Take your pot off the heat, pour your mixture into a glass jar with a tight lid (or lipgloss container), and place into your fridge to cool for 20 minutes

Once your plumper is cool to the touch, dip a (clean) finger in and apply evenly to your lips

Snag a Naturally based lip gloss like Youniques Lucrative Lip Gloss in your favorite color to show off your new pout.

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Mama Knows Best

Inspired by many tweets about people picturing Donna thinking Felicity had an affair with the GA. + prompt by FebruaryGreen on Twitter where Donna finds out Oliver is the GA.

“Honey?”

Felicity frowned, putting her tablet down. Her mother had been staying with her at the loft ever since she had called off the engagement. At first, she had planned to move away but Oliver had insisted. She was still recovering from her surgery and even if her legs had started to work again, her muscles weren’t as toned as they used to. He wanted her to be as comfortable as possible.

“Yes?”

“Can… can you come over here?” Donna’s voice reached her from the upper floor. There was an uncertainty in her tone that made Felicity quite wary.

“Is everything alright, mom?” She asked as she made her way to the stairs, grabbing the baseball bat her mother had insisted they kept nearby.

“Yes, just… come, please.”

“Mom? What’s going -” Felicity stopped mid-sentence, gaping as she took the scene in front of her.

Her mother, Donna Smoak, was pointing a gun at the Green Arrow. Who was currently pant-less in the middle of her bedroom.

“Mom! Lower your gun!” Felicity yelped as she came to her senses. Priorities. First, take the gun away. Then… try to come up with a believable reason to have an almost butt naked vigilante in your bedroom.

Oliver was still partly in the shadows, so his face was at least partially concealed. He was raising his hands above his head, not moving. She knew he would never risk anything that could possibly hurt her mother, and that included stray bullets.

“Felicity. This man is obviously a deranged pervert. Call Quentin!” Donna hissed, her eyes staying on Oliver.

“No, he’s not, mom!” Felicity tried to reassure her, glancing at Oliver. She carefully put the bat on the floor, slowly walking to her mother.

“I found him in your dressing room, taking his pants off! I’m from Vegas, honey, I’ve seen a whole bunch of weirdos and a man breaking into a single woman’s apartment and taking his clothes off is not good!”

“Mom… it’s not what you think it is. Please, put the gun down. No one is in danger here.”

“Your daughter is right. I would never hurt any of you” Oliver said, his voice modified.

“No! It’s not because he’s a vigilante that you’re safe, honey! Call Quentin!”

“No, mom. I… I know him” Felicity said.

“What do you mean, you know him?” Donna asked “Oh. Oh my… Oh no. Sweetie, is that why you and Oliver broke up? Tell me you’re not having a fling with the Green Arrow. I knew you never got over that stupid crush on Robin Hood!”

“I… I am not having an affair with the Green Arrow” Felicity said quietly as Donna finally put the gun down. She let out a sigh of relief, and could see Oliver doing the same from the corner of her eyes.

“Then why on earth is he butt-naked in your room?!“

“I… I’d really like to know that as well, actually.”

Oliver’s modulated voice reached them “Technically, I am not… butt-naked. I’m wearing underwear.”

“Listen, mom. I’m sure he has a very good reason, so why don’t we give him a bit of privacy to do… whatever he came to do so then he can leave and go… arrowing people?” Felicity grinned at her mother, trying to lead her out of the room.

“Actually… I might need your help, Felicity” Oliver said, his voice strained.

It was only then that she noticed that he was trying to not put weight on his right leg.

“Are you hurt?” She asked curtly.

“Nothing too bad. Knife. I only need stitches.”

Felicity nodded, grabbing her mother’s arm. She gently guided her to the bed, forcing her to sit down.

“How… how long has it been going on?” Donna asked.

“I’ve known him… for a while.”

“Does Oliver know?”

“… Yes.”

“But that’s not the reason why you broke up?”

“No, mom. It’s not.”

“Ok, honey. You know I love you more than anything in the world and nothing could change that.”

Felicity stared at her for a moment “Hum. Alright. What does it have to do with anything?”

“If you and Oliver were involved in a menage a trois with the vigilante, I won’t judge. That would certainly explain why I found you wearing that hood the other night, now that I think of it.”

Felicity gaped, her cheeks flaming up “That is… that is so not the case, mom.”

“Sweetie. It’s fine. Some people like BDSM, others like cosplaying. As long as everyone is healthy and consenting, there is no harm done” Donna patted her hand reassuringly.

Oliver coughed, trying to get their attention.

“Mom. Stay put. I’m going to patch him up, OK?”

“Ok, sweetie” Donna answered in a trembling voice, her eyes wide as she watched him hopping his way to the bathroom.

Felicity helped him, letting him rest some of his weight against her. They were almost out of the room when Donna’s screech stopped them. Despite his wound, Oliver swiftly turned around, hiding Felicity behind him probably more out of habit than anything else.

Donna was standing near the bed, her mouth gaping “Oh my God… Oliver?!”

Oliver’s head swapped from Donna to Felicity. Despite his mask, she could see the surprise in his eyes.

“Mom, no he’s not -”

“I am not -”

“Oh cut the crap, both of you!” Donna said as she walked towards them. As soon as she was in front of Oliver, she lowered his hood. She then took a step back, crossing her arms on her chest.

“I believe you’ll have a few things to explain to me when you’re done with him, young lady” she scolded her daughter, raising an eyebrow.

Felicity quickly helped Oliver, who had a nasty cut on the back of his thigh. He had applied a compress, but Donna had interrupted him before he could leave for the arrow cave to get Dig to take a better look at the wound.

With Donna knowing, there was no point to have him put his suit back on to leave, so Felicity left him to take a shower and change in regular clothes, joining her mother who was pacing in the living room.

“Mom…”

“Oh my goodness. I can’t believe it! Oliver! The Green Arrow!” Donna squealed as soon as Felicity arrived at the bottom of the steps “I just thought you had a fetish and honestly everything makes so much sense now! When I found those leather cuffs in your dressing room the other day, I figured you were into kinky stuff, like I was at your age and-”

Felicity interrupted her, not willing to hear more about her mother’s sex life “How did you even figure it out?!”

“Oh, honey” Donna smiled, her hands resting on her daughter’s shoulders in a comforting gesture  “I’d recognize that ass anywhere.”

“Mom!” Felicity whined, hiding her face in her hands.

“As if you never noticed that part of his body before you started dating” Donna snorted.

“… that… that was different” Felicity mumbled.

“Please tell me you had a bit of fun with him in his suit before you broke up?”

Felicity groaned, not bothering to answer.

“Really? None at all? What is wrong with you?” Donna asked, disappointed “I can tell you that I got Quentin to put his uniform on at least twice…”

Felicity sighed, trying to block her mother’s voice. A small movement at the top of her stairs caught her attention. Oliver was standing on the top stair and judging by the uncomfortable look on his face, he had heard her mother clearly.

“Sorry” he mouthed before turning away, probably planning to leave the same way he had come in.

“Oliver, don’t you dare!” She shouted to his retrieving back. You coward.

“I wonder if Quentin is into this leather cosplay” Donna rambled, not paying attention “I know there is also a woman in black, do you think he’d like it if I-”

“No!” Felicity cut her off “Oh no. Believe me on that one, mom. He wouldn’t like it at all.”

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Thanks to @pidanka who checked this for me, as usual :)

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