My name is Emily. I'm a college junior who loves my shows, fandoms, and ships. I'm a crime show junkie who loves some comedy every now and again. Castle, Arrow, NCIS: LA, The Mentalist, Parks & Rec, Bones, Rookie Blue, New Girl, The Glades, Motive, Chuck, NCIS Gilmore Girls, FRIENDS, and Full House are some of my faves.
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Talk Clean to Me

white people are killing me


she basically kiss-jumps him and it’s adorable


she basically kiss-jumps him and it’s adorable

"Castle and Beckett are making out for sure." | requested by: anon

C: "How do you know when you’re in love?"
B: "All the songs make sense."
inspired by: x

Anonymous asked
Prompt: Oliver is about to tell Felicity he meant what he said, but Slade escaped the cell and comes for revenge.


"Felicity, where are we with those street cameras?" Oliver asked impatiently, looking over her shoulder.

"Still working on it," She muttered, her fingers drummed against her keyboard.

"Well I need it, now!" He snapped, making her flinch.

She slammed her fist against the metal table, making him blink in surprise.

"Oliver! What is going on with you?" She asked, whipping around to face him. He hadn’t moved, so their faces were only a couple of inches apart. She saw his eyes flicker down to her lips for a moment. 

"Nothing," He said through gritted teeth.

"No," She stood up, her gaze never leaving his. Still, he didn’t budge. He only curved his body as she stood, but their faces still remained inches apart. "What is going on with you?"


"Don’t you dare," She narrowed her eyes. He could feel warmth radiating from her body. Their bodies were a mere few inches apart, as were their faces. She was searching his eyes, probably for some clue as to why he was acting this way.

"I need those street cams," He said, his gaze never leaving his.

"What’s pissing you off?" She asked, ignoring him.

"I need those street cams," He repeated.

"Roy and Diggle are on patrol. There’s no burglary, shoot out, kidnapping. This is one of the quietest nights we’ve had. Why are you so pissed?"

He gritted his teeth, then turned to leave. She let out a breath and grabbed his arm to stop him. His eyes flew from her small hand to her face. As small as she was, she had one hell of a grip.

"Why are you so pissed?" She repeated. "What is it? What are you not telling me?"

"It’s been a year," He muttered when she finally released his arm.

"Since Slade’s attack. I know," She nodded. He looked up at her in surprise. "Yeah, I’ve kept track. Is that what’s pissing you off?"

"It’s been a year," He repeated. 

"And he hasn’t tried to break out or plot against you. Isn’t that a good thing?"

"Not when it comes to Slade Wilson," He shook his head. "He should’ve tried something by now. If he hasn’t, that only means whatever his planning is going to be big."

"Bigger than the Mirakuru thing?" He shot her a look. "A lot bigger, apparently. Okay, fine. What else?"

"Excuse me?"

"Oliver," She sighed. "What else is bothering you?"

"I-" He bit his tongue. "There’s something I have to tell you." 

"Okay," She nodded. "What?"

He sighed and placed his hands on her shoulders. 

"It’s also been a year since- since the Mansion."

Her eyes widened. “Oh.” She shook her head. “We don’t have to- You don’t- There’s nothing to-“

"Felicity," He said her name as if scolding her for knowing better. "About what I said that night-"

"I don’t know if I wanna hear this," She admitted, looking away. "It’s been a year, Oliver. And we’re only just talking about this now? I meant what I said then- you had me fooled, for second. It was smart of you, the way you outfoxed him."

Oliver closed his eyes. His heart dropped to his stomach. “That’s not-“

"Then what? What is it?" She asked, exasperated.

He took a breath and opened his eyes. His heart raced in his chest, and he could feel a drip of sweat falling behind his neck. When did it suddenly become so hot?

"That night, at the mansion. When I- When I gave you the cure-" Felicity winced. "- I told you something and- and-"

"I was there, remember?" She said in a small voice.

He used two fingers to tiled her chin, so that he held her gaze. His eyes were pleading. Pleading for her to understand, just as they did that night. They pleaded for her to understand.

"Felicity, I meant what I said. I lo-"

"Oliver! Oliver! Felicity, come in!" Diggle’s voice echoed through the intercom. 

Felicity broke away from him, and raced to her desk. Oliver let out a breath and pressed his thumb and index finger to the bridge of his nose. Then he crossed the room and leaned over her, his hand planted on her desk.

"We’re here. What’s up?" Felicity asked, popping in her comm. 

"What’s wrong, Diggle?" Oliver asked as he scanned the street cams on Felicity’s monitors. Nothing seemed to be wrong.

"Just got word from Lyla- Waller told her he escaped," He panted. They could hear his car speeding through the noise of the city.

"Who?" Felicity asked as she typed on her keyboard.

"Slade Wilson."

She froze. They were so silent she was sure she could hear Oliver’s heart race. Or was that hers? She finally turned to look at Oliver, whose teeth were gritted.

"It’s been a year," He said finally, looking down at her. 

She nodded. “About what you said? Or, uh, about to say?” He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I know.”

He nodded. 

Their moment was over. Although Oliver didn’t exactly say what he wanted to, Felicity understood. She understood now, just as she did the night of Slade’s attack.


I love me some family scenes. Especially when the girls gang up on Castle.



Castle & Firefly References 

i may not be over it but i will never be as not over it as nathan fillion is


This post is like a toast to the best OTP eva.

Oliver wondering why Felicity isn’t staring at his abs  is acting weirdly 


favourite character meme | 1/3 relationships

you traded your ship for me?

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