A Glorious Moment

I got the call on one of my lazy mornings in. Well, almost all my mornings are lazy mornings in considering my work can only start once my students are done with school, i.e. in the afternoon after I've had a nice lie-in, but I digress.

A good friend called while I was looking for comfort of the Tumblr kind after watching the make-me-want-to-tear-my-hair-out season finale of Arrow. I know I used to hate it but somehow the writers have me intrigued now. In other words they've enslaved me into the 'tortured without it, frothing at the mouth for more' kind of addiction. I mean it can be crazy dramatic most of the...okay ALL the time but I just...

They have me shipping Olicity, okay? There. I said it.

They're just so cute together!! I don't know why I have such a thing for emotions that so often GO UNSAID and longing looks and angst ridden "I could never be with her/him" moments which pretty much make up all my favourite unlikely as hell couples. Exhibit A, I'm embarrassed to admit, would probably be a certain Original Hybrid and perky blond vampire.

Then there was, quite briefly (thank goodness) the Queen of Scots and the King of France's bastard son.

And now the devastatingly gorgeous CEO billionaire slash superhero and his geeky tech support slash superhero teammate. Something is quite seriously wrong with me but then again, I already knew that.

Gahhhhh THE WAY HE'S LOOKING AT HER!!!!

Anyway, they're so cute they make me want to laugh up a lung. And sometimes cry my tear ducts into dust. They were hilarious before she found out that he was the Arrow cause he kept coming to her for tech support that he didn't have.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!

Is that not the best first meet ever??

LOL let's all pretend the BS story was more bull than usual because he was under the influence. And the way he laughed...be still my beating heart. Okay it's not listening, or still.

The first time I watched this scene I had to pause so I could laugh til I didn't feel like dying from gasping for breath or choking out yet another bout of uncontrollable laughter. It went on for at least 5 minutes I'm sure.

They're really heartbreaking in Season 2 though :(

This one was when he slept with this woman who turned out to be evil. I soooo knew she was evil. She looked like she was constantly trying to sniff out a bad smell.

Okay I hated him a bit for this during the episode but then he had to go and break my heart with that speech at the end. Idiot. And in the very next episode (the writers are totally trying to kill me by overwhelming me with all these emotions I can't name) this happens and I want to kill myself but can't help watching it over and over again.

THE WAY HE KINDA SMILES AT HER WHEN HE SAYS IT'S NOTHING!!!!! *burst into tears*

Later in the same episode...

I both love and hate the way they look at each other. It's monumentally sweet and utterly heartbreaking at the same time.

Oh. Oh. Jealous Oliver.

Jealous Oliver is the BEST. Jealous Felicity was heartbreaking but jealous Oliver?? The. Freaking. Best.

So. The season finale that had me stumbling over to Tumblr for some much needed emotional support.

Obviously when it happened I started squealing (out loud). But wait, that's not all.

ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME????

It was all A TRICK??

You can't DO that, okay?? Having there be no confession at all would have been better than just giving it to me freaking halfway!!

Then came the final nail in the coffin of my overload of Olicity shipping. The moment I started to seriously contemplate suicide by sobbing.

Aaaand I kill myself. Gahhhhhhh the way he looks at herrrrr!!! Just one more look...

*sigh*

There is hope though.

Okay, first of all, what is up with that beard? Even though he kinda...pulls it off.

And second of all, please tell me Season 3 of Arrow is SOON. Like two months at the most soon. Please?

Pretty please?

And wow. How I have digressed. A lot. Again.

Back to my once upon a time story that I began at the beginning of this post. So I got the call. Results were out. For finals. As in, my last final before I graduated. Uhhuh.

I had thought to myself after the paper that I didn't do too badly in the final. But in that moment with my phone to my ear and my heart racing as I scrolled down the UTAR portal, I couldn't help but offer a much too late prayer which probably got some chuckles from The Guy Upstairs. Somehow I had myself convinced that I had failed and that I would stay in UTAR forever, never passing this one crucial paper.

Then I found those fated, long-awaited words.

Status: Completion of Study.

It. Was. Glorious.

So yeah. I'm graduating!! Yayyyyyy!!!

Although I think I reacted with way more emotion to the Arrow finale. I'm gonna take some wise advise from Ronald Weasley and get my messed up priorities straight.

A Random Story

So I was just messing around writing some nonsense the other day and all this came pouring out from goodness knows where. I thought I could share it here :)

So here it is!


David looked back towards the living room, sighing tiredly as he loosened his tie. Knowing he was distracted, I stared at the lips of the man who had become my betrothed well against my wishes. Long story. There was a business deal and two powerful fathers with children poised to take over their respective family businesses who had no plans on getting married or having kids and then came the threats of disinheritance and hey presto! I was engaged to a man I had never met. 

It dawned on me that the man who had been a complete stranger ten months before, had a mere hour ago wrapped his fingers so tightly around my own that I could barely imagine them existing without his calloused hands fused around them. We stood on the stairs where I had caught him trying to sneak away from the stares and the pitying smiles. Even the fact that I was standing on the stairs of his childhood home like I belonged there gave me pause. A lifetime ago I had stood on this very spot, spitting rage and vomiting hate at the man I swore I would never let worm his way into my family’s wealth and empire. 

Yet here I stood, staring at one of the many parts of him I had come to allow myself to be curious about. I had been doing that a lot lately. Staring at his lips. I never let myself wonder why. That was one road I was not ready to even think about traversing. 

“Is it weird that I’m more tired than sad?” he asked me quietly, looking at the people who still lingered in the living room. Some were there for the food and some for the company of the influential and powerful, but the respectful and loyal few still exchanged fond memories and tall tales of David’s father Charles, M. McCallum, speaking wistfully about a great man. I had known him as the bedridden white-haired sweetheart who had told me stories about his mischievous boy who had grown up to be my (I still choked over the word sometimes) fiancé, but everyone else knew a giant. A man who had been larger than life and harder than steel. 

David and I had never made a habit of holding hands before. Even after he had slid an obscenely large diamond onto my left ring finger at an engagement party to rival any in the 21st century, we had never even pretended to be close, not even in public. Sure, we had agreed to get to know each other but it had all been in the name of a business deal. Hardly the way to deal with matters of the heart, but neither of us chose to acknowledge the truth in that. 

But as I reached for his hand to, heavens forbid, comfort my fiancé, like some…normal couple who could actually relate to and like each other, maybe even lov..? Okay so maybe I’m not ready for that particular ‘L’ word just yet… 

“It’s been a hell of a week,” I offered lamely, my attempts at comfort falling to my thumb rubbing little circles on the back of his hand. “We have time to be sad tomorrow. Today, tired wins.” 

He gave me that smile that I had come to understand meant that he appreciated my dry humour even though it always came at the most inopportune and inappropriate of times. But I knew where his focus lay when his eyes darted quickly to our linked fingers. Somehow the combination of that indulgent smile, usually accompanied by a snort or rolled eyes, and those darting eyes that were capable of smiling at me all by themselves, was what got to me. 

We were a couple. By no means were we in love, but we sure as hell weren’t in hate any more. We were in…understanding. We would get to friendship, to trust. In that moment, I was satisfied to know that we knew each other well enough to communicate without words which, let’s not kid ourselves, both our parents who were very much in love, did on a daily basis. 

So when my father and his mourning mother found us holding hands and granting each other the privilege of our broken smiles, they smiled knowingly before interrupting us. When they summoned us for introductions to people we would one day need to know, I let David slide his arm around my waist and tuck me into his side, the image of the golden couple who would one day rule a business empire all their own. 

We would grow into that image and one day grow beyond it too. Today, I held my fiancé’s hand and stared at his lips, letting myself wonder how they would taste.