we’re not our masks, and we need people in our lives who don’t wear one
And we need people in our lives that don’t wear one.
We’re not our masks and we need people in our lives that don’t wear one.
Team Arrow + Bruised and Battered
Sitting on the couch in the living room of their home, Felicity cuddles into Oliver’s side, smiling down at a cooing baby Joshua wrapped safely in his father’s lap, despite his constant squirming.
Roy suddenly appears in the doorway, arms spread wide. “Guess who’s here?”
Emilia’s head pops up from behind a large doll house where she had been muttering to her Ninja Turtle action figures. Her blue eyes brighten as her face splits into the biggest grin. (Felicity bites her lip because she looks so much like Oliver, save for her dark brown curls.) “Uncle Roy!”
"Get over here, squirt." Roy squats as the seven year old dashes across the room and hurtles her little body at him. "And how are you?"
"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!" Emilia shouts, bouncing on the toes of her feet, her hands braced on Roy’s forearm that’s resting across his knee.
We’re not our masks and we need people in our lives who don’t wear one.
#DON’T WORRY#FELICITY SMOAK SAYS#COVERED IN BLOOD AND SOOT#IT WASN’T MY WORST DATE EVER#AND OLIVER PRACTICALLY FALLS APART IN HER ARMS#HOLDING ONTO HER TIGHTLY BUT NOT TIGHTLY ENOUGH#I AM SORRY I MISSED THE GOODNIGHT KISS THOUGH#SHE SAYS INTO HIS JACKET#HE CHUCKLES AND KISSES HER FOREHEAD#’NEXT TIME’ (via andyouweremine)
you guys are amazing, you know right?the best fandom ever
I’m thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are
This needs to be said…. Plaid!Oliver is fucking hot!! That is all :)