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It’s just…that’s the last thing that Ronnie said to me that night.

Ok…I am gonna love this Caitlin/Ronnie storyline!!  Fire and Ice they will be!!! Killer Frost and Firestorm!!!!

I felt so sad for her…

I love Ronnie/Caitlin!! I’m calling them Snowstorm (because firesnow sounds weird). Plus:

(Source: maliathale)

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Robbie Amell needs to stop dying heroically on my screen!

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is it just me or does Felicity get hotter as the seasons pass?

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cgarbera92 said: Olicity prompt: Who knew her damn peanut allergy would be the catalyst for Oliver finally coming to his senses.

They may have been standing on opposite sides of the room, but Oliver knew the exact moment something went wrong with Felicity. It was just one of the instances his gaze seemed to shift towards her - one among the many. 

He saw her hand fly to the base of her throat and the way she hunched over slightly. He could tell she was taking a deep breath by the movement of her torso. He could also tell she was failing when he saw her hand come and clutch at her chest.

Oliver didn’t even bother to make any excuses to the council man he’d been talking to for the past fifteen minutes.

The moment his brain registered what was going on with Felicity he was moving, crossing the hall as quickly as he could without raising a panic.

By the time he reached Felicity, her face was getting a dangerous shade of red and he could detect some swelling.

Oliver didn’t know where he drew the inner will to stay focused from, but miraculously he did. Even when Felicity’s companions were in the midst of a panic attack.

"Felicity," he called out to her, cupping her face with his hands. "Felicity, look at me," 

"Ol- Oli-" Felicity managed to gasp between ragged intakes of breath.

Her hand continued to scratch on her throat.

"Where’s your epi pen?"  

"Don’ave’it" Felicity’s voice was barely above a whisper at this point. 

Her throat was closing in and the air supply was on the verge of running out.

He was never more grateful for his paranoic / prepare-for-the-worst tendencies than he was at that moment.

He reached for the inside pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out an epi pen. He’d made a habit at carrying one around at events like these. He knew Felicity was very careful with her food and he made sure to drill it into the organizers’ minds that she was allergic to peanuts, but accidents happen.

Accidents like this one.

"Look at me. Don’t look down." he instructed Felicity as he thrust the needle into her.

Oliver saw Felicity wince as it pierced her skin and that prompted him to hold her tighter.

He was not going to lose her.

Not over food allergy.

Forty-five minutes later, when Felicity was driven to the hospital - much to her protests of which he would pretend to have heard nothing - Oliver was sitting in the car as his driver sped towards Starling General.

He always thought that Felicity was in danger because of him. The Arrow. Oliver Queen.

He thought that by staying away he was keeping her safe from the enemies of his dual identity. 

In fact he was so focused on keeping her safe from drug lords, maniacs and serial killers that he completely forgot that these are not the only things that may harm her. 

He completely forgot about the everyday stuff. The trivial stuff.

Like allergies.

That served as an eye opener. Because the truth was that the reasoning he used with her, the whole “I can’t be Oliver Queen and the Arrow… not now” was bogus. At least when it came to that last part.

He was done waiting for the right time. Mostly because tonight helped him realize there might never come a right time. If it’s not a crazy villain going after her then it could very well be a slippery shower gone wrong.

He might still have trouble managing his identities, but he knew this: Oliver Queen and The Arrow both began with Felicity Smoak. 

As long as she was with him - he could take on the entire universe and come out the victor.

He walked into the hospital’s waiting room with a whole new purpose. Because he now knew the truth - life without Felicity was not an option.

All that’s left is to convince her of it.

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cgarbera92 I loved writing this! Thanks for the prompt. You always have such awesome prompts. Hope you liked this.

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stayawesomegotham22:

mimozka he’s not Jewish the guy was just normal German and that misogynist guy meant it like your people killed the Jews kinda way like the Germans have nothing to do with it. And you wouldn’t have said anything in the moment because it would be best to stay quiet in those times . And yea you…

well if he keeps pulling shit like that can’t they just revoke his membership or something? I’m gonna go to student life this week and ask about it. Thanks though.

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So while they are all down in the lair, Oliver’s doing shirtless exercises. How does Felicity concentrate? 

Concentrate? She just stares at him. She’s like oh there you are 

(Source: sasslicity, via fuscience)

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Part of what I love about Barry and Iris is that their relationship is basically one of them yelling “ADVENTURE!” and taking the other by the hand, both of them running off before Joe can stop them. Iris’ smile has probably gotten them out of all of the scrapes Barry’s hero…

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Breaking News: Everyone is rich and all orphans have been adopted.

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Breaking News: Everyone is rich and all orphans have been adopted.

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waydownonthepoopfarm:

bluejeansassafrass:

alithea:

canisfamiliaris:

Is Junk Food Really Cheaper?
The answer is NO.
The “fact” that junk food is cheaper than real food has become a reflexive part of how we explain why so many Americans are overweight, particularly those with lower incomes. I frequently read confident statements like, “when a bag of chips is cheaper than a head of broccoli …” or “it’s more affordable to feed a family of four at McDonald’s than to cook a healthy meal for them at home.”
(via sunfoundation)

this bullshit fills me with a very specific kind of rage. so, TIME TO DEBUNK!
that meal from mcdonalds takes virtually no time to acquire AND is available almost anywhere.
the second meal? that “salad” is lettuce … with nothing else, not even dressing unless its just olive oil or some milk i guess? gross.
also thats the price of each serving, not an entire loaf of bread, a bottle of olive oil, etc. that stuff adds up which means you have to have a lot of money at one time to buy it all.
that meal probably took an hour and a half to make, which is a long fucking time when you work multiple jobs or are caring for a lot of people or dont have help! seriously, if you are a single parent of three who works, is spending an hour and a half every night preparing a meal a likely option?
same with beans and rice! also, you know whats a fucking bummer? eating beans and rice every night because you are poor. ask any person who has done it and they will tell you (you can start with me).
there is a “nutrition” argument here that lacks a follow up: poor people are more likely to be doing physical labor and need more than 571 calories per meal.
you know who is less likely to know how to bake or prepare a chicken? people without access to the internet, or libraries, or who werent taught how to by their parents because their parents worked all the time. access to healthy foods is a classist issue and classism is cyclical, you fucking morons.
seriously, these sorts of infographics make me want to fucking flip tables. do you know why people don’t eat more fresh fruits and vegetables? because fresh fruits and vegetables are expensive, because they take a long time to prepare, because they dont live near a grocery store that has a decent produce section, because they dont have reliable transportation to get groceries to and from the grocery store, because they dont have the energy to plan all of the shit that is involved in making healthy, intentional, filling, balanced meals. basically: poor people get fucked, and then we get BLAMED for being lazy.
eating “healthy”, aka access to fresh fruits and vegetables, is a privilege, first, foremost, always. so fuck you new york times and your ignorant goddamn infographic.
there are SYSTEMATIC REASONS that we do not have equal access to fresh fruits and vegetables. they are very REAL problems. besides, you know, systematic poverty in america, the total mis-distribution of farm subsidies is a perfect place to start. read about that, then either get bent or start working on the actual problem.

plus, I highly doubt poor people, especially if they lack education, have the time or money to read the New York Times. so it’s mostly a lot of rich assholes patting themselves on the back for eating shit they got at whole foods and simultaneously judging poor people for choosing McDonald’s.

I’ve been wanting someone to say this for years.

The saddest thing is that that wondertful comment applies not only to the US but to the rest of the world as well. I can’t get veggies and fruit unless they have some on sale/clearance because they are too fucking expensive and too much for my miserable budget to handle.

waydownonthepoopfarm:

bluejeansassafrass:

alithea:

canisfamiliaris:

Is Junk Food Really Cheaper?

The answer is NO.

The “fact” that junk food is cheaper than real food has become a reflexive part of how we explain why so many Americans are overweight, particularly those with lower incomes. I frequently read confident statements like, “when a bag of chips is cheaper than a head of broccoli …” or “it’s more affordable to feed a family of four at McDonald’s than to cook a healthy meal for them at home.”

(via sunfoundation)

this bullshit fills me with a very specific kind of rage. so, TIME TO DEBUNK!

  1. that meal from mcdonalds takes virtually no time to acquire AND is available almost anywhere.
  2. the second meal? that “salad” is lettuce … with nothing else, not even dressing unless its just olive oil or some milk i guess? gross.
  3. also thats the price of each serving, not an entire loaf of bread, a bottle of olive oil, etc. that stuff adds up which means you have to have a lot of money at one time to buy it all.
  4. that meal probably took an hour and a half to make, which is a long fucking time when you work multiple jobs or are caring for a lot of people or dont have help! seriously, if you are a single parent of three who works, is spending an hour and a half every night preparing a meal a likely option?
  5. same with beans and rice! also, you know whats a fucking bummer? eating beans and rice every night because you are poor. ask any person who has done it and they will tell you (you can start with me).
  6. there is a “nutrition” argument here that lacks a follow up: poor people are more likely to be doing physical labor and need more than 571 calories per meal.
  7. you know who is less likely to know how to bake or prepare a chicken? people without access to the internet, or libraries, or who werent taught how to by their parents because their parents worked all the time. access to healthy foods is a classist issue and classism is cyclical, you fucking morons.
  8. seriously, these sorts of infographics make me want to fucking flip tables. do you know why people don’t eat more fresh fruits and vegetables? because fresh fruits and vegetables are expensive, because they take a long time to prepare, because they dont live near a grocery store that has a decent produce section, because they dont have reliable transportation to get groceries to and from the grocery store, because they dont have the energy to plan all of the shit that is involved in making healthy, intentional, filling, balanced meals. basically: poor people get fucked, and then we get BLAMED for being lazy.
  9. eating “healthy”, aka access to fresh fruits and vegetables, is a privilege, first, foremost, always. so fuck you new york times and your ignorant goddamn infographic.
  10. there are SYSTEMATIC REASONS that we do not have equal access to fresh fruits and vegetables. they are very REAL problems. besides, you know, systematic poverty in america, the total mis-distribution of farm subsidies is a perfect place to start. read about that, then either get bent or start working on the actual problem.

plus, I highly doubt poor people, especially if they lack education, have the time or money to read the New York Times. so it’s mostly a lot of rich assholes patting themselves on the back for eating shit they got at whole foods and simultaneously judging poor people for choosing McDonald’s.

I’ve been wanting someone to say this for years.

The saddest thing is that that wondertful comment applies not only to the US but to the rest of the world as well. I can’t get veggies and fruit unless they have some on sale/clearance because they are too fucking expensive and too much for my miserable budget to handle.

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"WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SLICE THEIR PALM TO GET BLOOD. do you know how many nerve endings are in your hand?!?! why don’t they ever cut the back of their arm or their leg or something omfg"

me everytime a character in a movie has to get a few drops of their blood for some ritual bullshit  (via jtoday)

WHILE WE’RE AT IT, why do people try to cross those skinny bridges over lava/chasms/whatever by walking upright. IT’S CALLED CENTER OF GRAVITY. get on your hands and knees and crawl across that thing. HUG IT. SCOOT YOUR BUTT ACROSS. “but i look stupid!” lalalala but we’ll avoid that ~dramatic moment~ where you almost fall over and die because your damn fucking self wanted to look COOL

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and stop yanking IV lines out of your arms the minute you wake up in the hospital 

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That is a broadsword, why are you fencing with it

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There is a freaking door right there. Stop smashing through windows, damn it.

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yes, mr. action hero, I am aware that running dramatically from the baddies at breakneck speed is important, but know what else is important? NOT GETTING SHOT. RUN IN A FUCKING ZIGZAG PATTERN ON THE OFF CHANCE THAT THE MOOKS WERE NOT COACHED IN MARKSMANSHIP BY THE IMPERIAL STORMTROOPERS.

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Oh, hey, you there, sneaky hero-type breaking into any place for any reason? WEAR SOME FUCKING GLOVES. They’re called fingerprints, dumbass. You have them and you’re putting them all over the fucking place.

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If something really fucking huge is falling on you, don’t FUCKING RUN ALONG THE LENGTH JUST TAKE LIKE TWO FUCKING STEPS TO THE SIDE

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wEAR A FUCKING HELMET OBERYN YOU LITTLE SHIT

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And for god’s sake, PUT PRESSURE ON THAT WOUND, DON’T SIT THERE AND WATCH THEM BLEED OUT. I’m talking to you, TV cops.

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Stephen and Mavi Amells.

I might be persuaded to write something based on each and every one of these pics.

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Dear Void, I Do Stupid Things With Money

i’ve decided to start doing a thing

i’ll probably regret doing the thing

hi there,  Sam I am Void. But you may call me Anna.

Sorry had to throw that in there. The computer won’t answer back but I will and you should know by now that I’m here for you, my fellow evil mastermind.

I know exactly what you mean about spending money you don’t have on books and I’m very very glad you got out of this situation. Good for you.

I get myself into crap like that all the time as well, only I don’t always manage to get away with them. I am considering seeing someone for that.

PS: You are adorable! And holy crap that’s a lot of posters (<3)

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*Oliver wishing he could kill Team Arrow*

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