#oliverfelicity

[whenemmafallsinlove]

Positive hour!! Something so minuscule, but there was the prettiest sunset EVER here tonight and I’m going to see it as a good omen for tomorrow 💙❤️💕🧡💛

i love the little things so much!!!! sunsets are so gorgeous and i truly love them so much!!!!! AGREED!!! GOOD OMENS ALL AROUND

SEND ME POSITIVE THINGS! POSITIVE HOURS ON MAIN!!!

[jakeperalta]

Hi!! Wow thanks for the follow! Your blog is one of my favorites :)

thanks! i honestly thought i was following you before!! we have so many interests in common :)

[whenemmafallsinlove]

Pos hour!! Hi! So after a few months in a new city far from my friends and family, I found a job!! I start on Monday and even though it’s not in the field I necessarily wanted, I’m so excited and feel as if a weight’s been lifted off my shoulders and feel sooo much better than I did a couple weeks ago 💙 (also congrats on 100 days, you’re an angel!!)

YESSS CONGRATULATIONS!!!! hopefully you enjoy this job despite it being something else and I hope you’re loving your new city too!!! ily so mch!!!

POSITIVE HOUR DAY 100!! POSITIVE ALL DAY TODAY!! SEND ‘EM IN KIDS!!

[whenemmafallsinlove]

Also!! Wow forgot to say I’m happy about the cardinals for you!! But also for me cause I’m a white sox fan so we have a common enemy in the cubs lol good luck tonight!!

hehe thank youuuu omg yes please send good vibes, FUCK DA CUBS, our magic number is 2 now with the brewers I believe so pray for a cardinals win and a brewers loss :) 

[isyoursummer]

Happy Birthday!!! 😊🎉🎈

thank you so much sarah!!!!! 🥰🌸✨

[astoriamalfoys]

olicity + either 46 or 37, whichever you like best :')))

ooooh yay thank you!! <333

oliver/felicity + eyes

Growing up, Oliver had become quite used to being complimented on his looks — having been a bit of a dumb party playboy before the island, he supposed it was only fair. There wasn’t much else for people to compliment him on. And his eyes got quite a lot of compliments, being the same shade as the ocean, or the sky, or sapphires, depending on who was talking and how much they wanted to sleep him with (sapphires almost exclusively came from girls, he’d found).

 After the island, he found it hard to care much about his looks or the compliments paid him for said looks. He cared about being healthy and strong and more physically capable than your average billionaire playboy, but that was it. People’s eyes mattered to him as ways to see if they were telling the truth, and not much else.And then he met Felicity Smoak.

She had blue eyes, too, more blue-grey in certain lights, and they weren’t really anything extraordinary, especially when hidden by her glasses — she was beautiful, young, and blonde, and he’d seen pretty shades of blue eyes on such girls before.But there was something about how earnestly adorable she was, how truly intelligent, and how selfless he found her to be, that made him pay closer attention to the way she looked. Oliver knew how easy it was to judge a book by its cover, and Felicity Smoak was so, so much more than her cover.She catches him staring at her one day, when they’re both alone in the foundry and he’s supposed to be working out and she’s running scans, and there’s a moment when she stops and swivels her chair around for a break, her gaze far away, and he finds himself unable to stop watching her."Is there something on my face?" she asks, bringing him out of his reverie on what a lovely shade of blue her eyes were. "Oliver?""What?" he asks distractedly, shaking his head to clear it. "Oh, uh, no — nothing. Sorry. I just — I got distracted."She looks dubious but accordingly turns her chair back around to work some more, her earlier thoughts apparently forgotten. Oliver turns back to the dummy he’d been hitting and finds he still can’t stop thinking about Felicity, even as he looks at something far less appealing than her.In hindsight, he probably should have recognized something was up with him by that point.

[astoriamalfoys]

oliver/felicity + 81

eeeep thank you!! (i didnt know you watched arrow??? or do you not but just know i love oliver/felicity anyway haha) <333

oliver/felicity + pen and paper

Computers have always been Felicity’s forte, her language of choice, the way she prefers to communicate with the world. She’s loved them since she was a little girl, loved making them work, loved understanding intimately how to use them and fix them and work with them.

That said, there’s nothing that really compares to the feeling she gets when she writes stuff down. She’d kept a diary as a child, having been told it was important to get her feelings (about her father’s abandonment, about her mother’s grief, about her own anger and sorrow and hurt, about how the other kids at school treated her) out in a healthy, productive manner. And so, she still keeps a habit of writing down important things.

The day after she learns Oliver’s secret, she goes home and, after gulping down a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream, she opens up her old diary, the one she abandoned at age seventeen when she went off to college, and finds a pen so she can scribble down, in her quickest, messiest scrawl to make it illegible, oliver queen is the vigilante.

Of course, she’s not stupid enough to leave that just lying around, so she covers up the statement with doodles and locks her diary safely in a jewelry box, tucking the key away into a different hidden corner. The secret is as safe as she can make it, but now it’s written down, and somehow, it’s more real than standing over Oliver’s green-clad body praying for him to awake.

Over time spent as Oliver’s partner-in-crime and learning the secrets of Starling City, her diary becomes filled with more such doodles covering equally dangerous secrets. She finds it a release, like the weight of the truths around her has been lifted off her shoulders. It helps to keep everything in her life in perspective, helps to keep her on-task and grounded.

And one night, after another close call following months of close calls, where Oliver had almost died and she’d almost lost him again, she pulls out her diary and stares at the doodle-covered secrets inside, pen in her mouth as she thinks. She thinks of Oliver, and everything he’s given up to save people, all the ways he’s changed since she met him and on the island. She thinks of Diggle, accepting the demands of the life they lead quietly because he knows it’s the right thing to to do. Thinks of Sara, and Laurel, who have gone through so much and come out so different, so broken and damaged. Thinks of Thea, of Roy, of herself.

Thinks of Oliver, in those rare moments where he allows himself a smile. Oliver, when he lets himself look amused by her babblings. Oliver, determined to protect everybody. Oliver, and the way he looks at her when he doesn’t think she sees him.

She thinks of Oliver, and she puts her pen to the last page of her diary, and writes, i’m in love with oliver queen.