GUYS GUYS VOTE OLICITY ON THE ‘UNFORGETTABLE LINE’ IN THE EW AWARDS http://popwatch.ew.com/2014/05/22/season-finale-awards-vote-now-2/
And also VOTE for Oliver telling Felicity I Love you as the most rewound!!!
and Dumbest move by a character who should be smarter - ‘Arrow’: Slade didn’t frisk Felicity?
also, not Olicity but SO IMPORTANT TOO Most Likely to Earn Someone an Emmy Nomination - Arrow’: Outstanding Stunt Coordination is a category
we are here and we will be, Following our own way
No matter what you say, We are here and we’re here to stay
We are here to stay
Dedicated to Olicity Fandom, thank you for all the tweets, memorable videos, incredible fanarts, great graphics, amazing fanfictions, all olicity gifset even though we only had a minute scene and all of you who posted their positive thoughts about olicity, you make olicity hiatus bearable
I’m putting this under a read more, because I know people don’t like talking about Laurel in the Olicity tag, but this is the only way to actually have discussions in the Arrow fandom apparently, because tagging Laurel when you’re not praising her pisses people off. I also don’t want to tag it as anti-Laurel, because it’s not hate post. I went into that tag yesterday, and I didn’t like what I saw. I am not of the same opinion as most of the posters in there, so I’d rather post in a place where I’ll get sensible feedback.
Anyway, I know I said I was done talking about Laurel/Katie, but it’s hard not too, because she is in the show. Whether her character makes sense right now or not, Katie plays a lead character, so discussing her has to happen.
I don’t actually have the answer you are seeking, since I hold the same view point as you; but I can never resist anybody wanting to have an earnest discussion about Arrow, and just earlier today I was contemplating the exact same fact as you. I’m going to type it up as my own two cents on the topic, I hope you don’t mind.
CAN’T GO BACK
"Is she high?" Roy whispered to Oliver.
He, Oliver, and Diggle stood at the far end of the Foundry. They watched as Felicity rushed from one end of the room to the other, shifting every monitor, keyboard, and mouse to face the same way. Her tablet stood erect on its charger, while her laptop sat untouched in her bag. She fixed the chairs, both rolling and metal, and she made sure both Roy’s and Oliver’s quivers were aligned.
"No, Roy, she’s not," Diggle rolled his eyes.
"So what the hell is she doing?"
"She’s… cleaning," He replied, cocking his head to the side as Felicity took an old toothbrush and began scrubbing the arrowheads.
"No, she’s going mental," He scoffed.
"She’s not going mental, Roy," Oliver shook his head. "She does this once a year."
"Well why the hell does she do it?"
"Oh! There you guys are! How long have you been standing there? Did you just get here? You’re all later than usual; well, there’s not really a ‘usual’ because it’s not like we have an official punch-in time or anything. Can you believe it if we did? Because boy, if we did then the three of you are very late! But I’m glad you’re here. I hope you don’t mind, Oliver, but I thought it’d be nice to, you know, spruce up the place a bit. As soon as I’m done with these arrowheads I’ll get to your guns, Diggle. I looked up several YouTube videos and read article after article on how to properly clean guns. Not saying that you don’t properly clean your guns that is-"
"Holy crap, did we break her?" Roy whispered.
"-just wanna make sure that they’re all clean, that’s all."
Oliver took her pause to breathe as an opportunity. He approached her and carefully took the toothbrush from her hand.
"Oliver, what’re you- Hey! I need that!" She tried reaching for the toothbrush back but Oliver tossed it into a nearby trashcan.
"Felicity, Felicity!" He grabbed her by the shoulders and sat her on a stool. "Felicity, relax. Breathe."
"Relax? Breathe? You’re kidding, right? There’s no time for that! She’s gonna be here soon and-and-"
"Not, Felicity, she’s not," Oliver said. "She’s not stepping foot in the Foundry, remember?"
"Who’s ‘she’?" Roy asked, looking up at Diggle.
"Her mother," Diggle replied.
"My mother!" Felicity laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Yup. Yes. Mother. Mother-dear. Mom. Mommy- Ew. Actually, I never called her that. Even when I was young."
"When is she scheduled to arrive?" Oliver asked, taking back her attention.
"Oh, she’s already here! She’s staying in some hotel downtown with a man she met at the airport- the airport! I mean, who does that?" She asked incredulously.
"Okay, okay," Oliver said, rubbing her arm. "Felicity, it’s gonna be okay, alright? Your mother does not know about you and what you do for me, as the Arrow. She thinks you’re the executive assistant to the CEO of a large company. A CEO who now needs you to-"
"Oh don’t you dare say overtime!" She scoffed, shaking her finger. "Because in her head that’s code for ‘sleeping with the boss.’ You wanna know how I know that? Because I’m pretty sure my mother invented the concept!"
"Then tell her your boss needs you in Central City," He offered.
"What? Central City? That’s so far away! What if something happens here and-" She met his gaze. "Oh. I’m not really going to Central City, am I?"
He shook his head. “No.”
"Oh. Okay. Smart. Yeah, yeah. I can do that. I can hide out here for a day or two. Yeah." He could almost see the gears turning in her head.
"So… Is she all fixed?" Roy asked.
Ignoring him, Diggle asked, “Felicity, is there anything you need from the office or from your place?”
"No, no. I can access my work computer from here, and I have my emergency pack in the armory. Thanks," She said, slouching in her seat. "Thanks for pulling me out of that, Oliver."
"Anytime, Felicity," He smiled.
Roy, who had lost interest in the conversation and headed for the Foundry’s fridge and make-shift pantry, looked back at her. “You color-coded the sports drinks and alphabetized the food?”
Oliver and Diggle turned to look at her, their eyebrows raised. She smiled guiltily and sunk deeper in her seat.
"Wow, look at how shiny those arrowheads are," She muttered.
HER OST IS SO BEAUTIFUL ALL THE FEELS I CANT