when you think about it teenagers of the next generation will never get to experience a cw show with 7+ seasons and 22 episodes per season. they will never know what it's like to be insanely obsessed with a mediocre show with mediocre writing and mediocre acting (with one really good actor carrying the show on their backs). they will never know the feeling of fighting weekly in the trenches for your ship only for the writers to screw you over. they will never be so increasingly disappointed by the worsening writing choices as the seasons progress and they will never know what it's like to watch the worst series finale after investing years into a show. and that is the biggest tragedy.
Arrowverse characters as animals? More likely than you think.
I started watching CW's The Flash (and eventually The Arrow and Supergirl) when I was 11 years old (god I'm old). So the Flash and the Arrowverse have a special place in my heart, no matter how bad the shows eventually got.
And as a 11 year old, ya girl liked drawing all her favorite characters as animals. And over the years I would come back to draw Berry, Oliver and Kara as these animals! So since I'm rewatching The Flash (again), I honor 11 year old me by drawing animal Arrowverse once more.
I desperately want a fic where Batman has to do like an undercover mission for the jla and it’s to like seduce the information out of someone, or to flirt or just SOMETHING LIKE THAT and the jla are all like why is he so good at this??
Because like that man is GORGEOUS. He is supposed to be insanely handsome and charming, and like idk it’s just something I need. Like remember that one scene with Cheetah? Like that except they know it happened and can be shocked by it
oliver queen / the arrow x reporter reader; cw angst ish fluff ish
💭 written with smallville!oliver queen in mind
oliver queen, notoriously rich playboy (and the green arrow behind closed doors), is not amused when he meets you, the nosy reporter from the daily planet who doesn't have an ounce of self-preservation.
the first time oliver meets you is as the green arrow. slinging through the streets of star city, he's surprised to find some metropolis journalist so far from home. but more than that, he's shocked to see just how careless you are when you're chasing a lead. it's like you don't even care if you get hurt!
"for your information, i totally had that handled." you dusted off your pants and waved away the outstretched hand he offered.
he rolled his eyes under his mask. "you almost got your ass handed to you by that fence, which might i add is electrified."
"and that concerns bootleg peter pan because?"
at that he scoffed. "i'm—"
"the green arrow aka arrogant asshole vigilante, yeah i know."
"arrogant asshole is taking it a little bit far," he deadpanned.
you ignored him. "listen, i'm sure there's some damsel in actual distress out there for you to help, but i've got a story to chase on queen industries, mr. glorified leprechaun, so i'll take my leave now."
he watches you leave and a very tiny part of him smiles at the thought of you despite the sarcasm and biting insults.
the second time he runs into you, oliver is at a charity gala that queen industries is hosting to boost their publicity (or rather, their public image which has taken a dip in light of recent news). he sips leisurely on the glass of champagne as his eyes trail after you (because he wouldn't admit it, but you looked damn good in what you were wearing tonight).
"mr. queen, sorry to interrupt, but i'm with the daily planet," you flash your business card to him and try not to act surprised when he actually takes it, "i've just got a few questions for you."
"and this wouldn't be about the collaboration between queen industries and luthercorp on meteorite technology, would it? because that isn't public knowledge yet, and considering that we recently had a security breach," he looked at you squarely, "it'd be awfully convenient for you to have insider information regarding said breach."
you tensed under his gaze. technically, breaking and entering wasn't criminal unless you got caught, which you hadn't been. plus, it's not like you stole anything, you'd just been . . . exploring queen industries' laboratories for a scoop on their experimenting.
"i have my sources," you settled on saying. "unless you're accusing me of—"
he scoffed, and you frowned. it sounded familiar.
"no, i wouldn't be so much of an arrogant asshole to accuse you of such a thing," he quipped sarcastically, the comment slipping out before he could think twice.
that was definitely familiar.
"now that you mention it mr. queen, how are you so sure it wasn't that green masked vigilante that no one seems to know anything about that broke in?" you pressed on, gauging his reaction, "mr. glorified leprechaun could have been the cause of your security breach."
he didn't say anything nor give you the satisfaction you were looking for, but you'd gotten all the reaction you needed.
"i'll be seeing you around, mr. queen."
"that's not likely."
the third time oliver sees you is when his mask slips off his face from all the blood. he'd stopped in an alleyway briefly to catch his breath; he should have known better than to let his guard down.
the lit cigarette between your fingertips fell to the ground as your eyes widened with recognition.
"i knew it," you breathed. "oh, i fucking knew it."
and you're all but barreling over to him before he can stop you from coming any closer. he's bleeding from all over, bruised from the night's patrol, and he doesn't want to hurt you. not to mention, he's feeling faint—dangerously faint.
so he catches you in his arms just as you catch him.
"you can't tell anyone," he says before passing out leaving you with one hell of a problem on your hands.
💭 i'm feeling a part 2 in the works
💭 update: i have crazy writer's block for oliver queen i'm sorry 😭 the part 2 is being worked on but if it'll see the light of day any time soon . . . i'm not sure
