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it was always you - oliver/felicity - pg-13 (3x02 based ficlet)

hopedreamlovepray:

A/N:  That episode was painful and I just started writing.  This is what came out.  

It was cathartic for me to write and I wanted to share in hopes that maybe it would help someone else too.  As always, I would love to hear what you think.  

Dedicated to the olicity fandom!  Because we all need a group hug!  Hang in there…it will get better.  The payoff will be worth it.  

SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 3X02!

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it was always you - oliver/felicity - pg-13 (3x02 based ficlet)

It was after they’d won the battle; after they’d found Sara’s killer; after they’d found justice for losing their sister.

It was after all of that, when everyone had gone home to their loved ones and to their other families that he found her there.

Sitting at her computers, staring straight ahead, glasses askew on her nose, dark circles under her eyes.

He stood watching her for a few moments, her bright pink dress radiating warmth that he felt whenever she was near.  Her warmth.  Her life.  Her love.

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friendlyneighbourhoodpizzaman:

spinningyarns:

palavra-valise:

friendlyneighbourhoodpizzaman:

the lady on the news just said two brothers in their mid thirties in my area were recently arrested for multiple counts of murder and 9 years of credit card fraud and i think we all know whats really going on here

waiting for the gif

I don’t know what’s really going on here. What’s really going on here??

well to summarize… 

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Arrow 3x03 ‘Corto Maltese’ Sneak Peek (x)
"Let me stop you right there. I told myself that I would stand firm on a few points."

(Source: queensarrow, via felicitymsmoaks)

wheresagnes:

aztec-princesss:

gohomeluhan:

As I’m walking through Target with my little sister, the kid somehow manages to convince me to take a trip down the doll aisle. I know the type - brands that preach diversity through displays of nine different variations of white and maybe a black girl if you’re lucky enough. What I instead found as soon as I turned into the aisle were these two boxes.

The girl on the left is Shola, an Afghani girl from Kabul with war-torn eyes. Her biography on the inside flap tells us that “her country has been at war since before she was born”, and all she has left of her family is her older sister. They’re part of a circus, the one source of light in their lives, and they read the Qur’an. She wears a hijab.

The girl on the right is Nahji, a ten-year-old Indian girl from Assam, where “young girls are forced to work and get married at a very early age”. Nahji is smart, admirable, extremely studious. She teaches her fellow girls to believe in themselves. In the left side of her nose, as tradition mandates, she has a piercing. On her right hand is a henna tattoo.

As a Pakistani girl growing up in post-9/11 America, this is so important to me. The closest thing we had to these back in my day were “customizable” American Girl dolls, who were very strictly white or black. My eyes are green, my hair was black, and my skin is brown, and I couldn’t find my reflection in any of those girls. Yet I settled, just like I settled for the terrorist jokes boys would throw at me, like I settled for the butchered pronunciations of names of mine and my friends’ countries. I settled for a white doll, who at least had my eyes if nothing else, and I named her Rabeea and loved her. But I still couldn’t completely connect to her.

My little sister, who had been the one to push me down the aisle in the first place, stopped to stare with me at the girls. And then the words, “Maybe they can be my American Girls,” slipped out of her mouth. This young girl, barely represented in today’s society, finally found a doll that looks like her, that wears the weird headscarf that her grandma does and still manages to look beautiful.

I turned the dolls’ boxes around and snapped a picture of the back of Nahji’s. There are more that I didn’t see in the store; a Belarusian, an Ethiopian, a Brazilian, a Laotian, a Native American, a Mexican. And more.

These are Hearts 4 Hearts dolls, and while they haven’t yet reached all parts of the world (I think they have yet to come out with an East Asian girl), they need all the support they can get so we can have a beautiful doll for every beautiful young girl, so we can give them what our generation never had.

Please don’t let this die. If you know a young girl, get her one. I know I’m buying Shola and Nahji for my little sister’s next birthday, because she needs a doll with beautiful brown skin like hers, a doll who wears a hijab like our older sister, a doll who wears real henna, not the blue shit white girls get at the beach.

The Hearts 4 Hearts girls are so important. Don’t overlook them. Don’t underestimate them. These can be the future if we let them.

You can read more about the dolls here: http://www.playmatestoys.com/brands/hearts-for-hearts-girls

*runs to target- i need to get my babydoll one for her 1st bday

ohmygosh and the one from Ethiopia has natural hair which you can’t get from the American Girl “just like you” dolls!

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