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Sutton Foster, Joshua Henry, and Colin Donnell performing ‘All to Pieces’ from Violet on the View.

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There were times that Oliver didn’t want to be back in Starling City. Life here was complicated and on the island it was much simpler. Kill or be killed. Granted, it was more dangerous but when things went bad, it was pretty easy. You killed in order to be alive. Even back in Starling City, it wasn’t something that Oliver could release as easily. It was engraved in his mind, in his body, in his make up.

When he was forced to come back the second time, Oliver had regretted it because the memories everything had come flooding back. Tommy’s death was something that would never leave his mind. In fact, it was there as much as the other deaths he’d witnessed of people he cared about. But, Diggle was right, he needed to be back. Thea needed him as much as his mother did as well.

"We’re closed," Oliver called out, sitting on a barstool trying to figure out the numbers of the club. Even though Thea demanded on running it, Oliver wanted to make sure the numbers were still correct. God, he wished Tommy was here to run them.

When the footsteps didn’t start retreating, Oliver turned around sighing. “Dig, you can annou—” However, he wasn’t face to face with Diggle at all. It was someone else he thought was very much dead. “Tommy?”

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If there was one thing in life there wasn’t much of it was choices. The ability to decide, make up your own mind, they were limited at best. And those who grew up with wealth, despite what it looked like from the outside, had many restrictions. Tommy Merlyn was no acceptation to the rule, yet he strived to break it. It’s true that he died on the night of the Undertaking, saving Laurel’s life, but he was back now.

Filled with much regret and under the constant hounding of bad memories, he returned to Starling. It seemed like Oliver Queen did the same. Tommy, however, could have stayed away and let everyone keep him in memories and thoughts. Instead, he opted to do just the opposite. It felt wrong to let the people he cared for mourn over someone who was alive, the feeling was all too familiar.

He entered Verdant, the club being where he knew Oliver would be. And sure enough, he was sitting at the bar. His voice echoed back, the mere nostalgia almost made him turn around and leave but he pressed onward, awaiting the only reaction he would surely receive.

Tommy was quiet for a moment, realizing now he had no idea what to say. There were no humorous remarks available for this kind of situation and quite frankly, he felt rather stiff being in front of someone he nearly casted aside over misplaced anger and jealousy. “Hey, Ollie,” he found himself saying.

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deadly-russian-rubber:

Malcolm Merlyn had a debt to pay. It really wasn’t so easy to create a machine that could cause earthquakes, only a mind of incredible scientific brilliance could envision such a machine, a mind that only her leader possessed. Malcolm Merlyn had made a deal with the devil, and now that the ‘undertaking’ was complete the devil wanted his payment.

The official story was that Malcolm Merlyn had died in the quake, but Madame Rouge knew better than that. Tracking down a man with his skills would be difficult, but she would succeed in the end, she always did. But she would need some more information about Merlyn first, and who better to provide it than his son?

Finding the address and getting inside had been easy, aand she had settled down in a comfortable armchair to wait, crossing her legs casually. Tommy Merlyn arrived not long after, and after a moment she began drumming her nails against the table to catch his attention. Watching him stiffen, she smiled thinly to lift the coldness of her expression and clicked on the reading light next to her.

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"My name is not important," she waved a hand dismissively, "as for vhat I vant, tell me haff you seen you father lately?"

Tommy stood there for a moment, his mind jumping between varies things. She was here because of his father, asking if he’d seen him. Oliver supposedly killed him on the night of the earthquake, an event he’d rather place out of his train of thought. It was a hopeless wish though, tragedies, devastations, mass killings, they don’t leave when asked, they simply buried themselves deeper.

Some people believed that the man known as the Dark Archer was still walking among the living and honestly, he wasn’t sure what to think. Like anything else the conspiracy theories ran amuck. Rumors, false clams, and fabricated sightings were leaked from mouth to mouth daily. The numerous questions he received about his views on the matter were horrendous.

The light was turned on and her face came into view. She wore a smile, not at all friendly but enough to pass off as being calm. Tommy remained in place, simply letting his thoughts simmer down enough so he could speak. The question, however, was difficult to answer whilst still staying in her good graces, at least enough so she wouldn’t threaten him. He had a feeling that was the least of his worries at the moment.

“My dad’s dead. The Arrow killed him,” he replied, attempting to give her the information both he and Oliver believed, despite deep down thinking otherwise. “I have no information to give you, so you might as well go.”

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She looked over at him as she spoke of the experience of losing Oliver only for him to return years later.  ”Exactly.  While Oliver felt like you were gone forever, I’m sure he feels the same way.  I know it’s not quite the same, but everyone has that feeling.  The helpless dream that those we’ve lost would somehow reappear in our lives,” she commented, her heart sinking when she thought of all of the time she spent wishing her father would return.  He’d left so long ago, and for so many years, she’d think he’d just walk through the front door with some spectacular story of why he was gone for so long.  At first, it seemed plausible, but as she got older, reality sunk in, and that desire disappeared.  If her father were to walk back into her life today, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to forgive him for abandoning her like that.  She watched as he looked around, waiting for the judgment for the mismatched furniture or snarky comments about her vast DVD collection, but none came, and she smiled softly as he settled himself on the couch.  Going into her kitchen, she grabbed some water bottles and tossed him one before settling in her chair.  ”He felt like he’d failed you, and even though he stopped the complete destruction of the city, he felt like he’d failed Starling as well.  It hit him hard, and while I wish he had talked to Diggle and I instead, disappearing definitely helped him figure things out, I think,” she mused, remembering the man he had been before disappearing and the one who’d saved her from the landmine.  ”I think he knows that now.  So many horrible things would have happened if he wasn’t around.  He’s not just a vigilante anymore.  He’s a hero, and he’s finally learning to accept that.”  She smiled as she said that, remembering all of the times she’d tried to assure him of that, and the moment he finally accepted it.  ”He realized it.  He’s been good to give people a chance.  He’s learned to see that there’s a choice.”

“Have you ever had that feeling?” Tommy asked. “From your answer it seems like you have. You have to explain if you don’t want to.” He didn’t want to force a reply out of her, especially if the memories weren’t exactly fond ones. However, what she said was true. He had lost many people in his life, but that’s what happens. Death is unavoidable, of course he learned there are loopholes for some, himself included, but generally the dead stay dead. Such as his mother. Rebecca Merlyn, from what he remembered of her anyway, was always kind and would do anything to help the people of Starling, particularly those in the Glades. That’s why she set up the clinic in the first place, the very one Malcolm wanted to get rid of because he didn’t want to see it get leveled with the rest of the city. When a bottle of water was tossed his way, he caught it with ease. No comments were passed about her place. It was different than he expected, well technically he wasn’t sure what to expect. It was comfortable though and Felicity was free to do whatever she wanted to her home. For so long he lived within protected walls, miles from other people. Of course, he eventually left that part behind. “Oliver and I argued a lot before I died and yeah, he couldn’t get to CNRI in time to save me but I never once believed he failed me. If anything, he did the best he could. Beating my father wouldn’t have been easy, I saw him fight before. My dad would kill without relent,” Tommy remarked, remembering the two occasions he witnessed Malcolm murder people. “He saved my ass before, more than once might I add, so I can’t really criticize. It’s good to know he’s accepting the hero title now, moving on too.” Obviously beforehand, he would have said just the opposite, but people change and so do circumstances. It was a part of life no one could escape. “There’s always been a choice, but I guess I can’t blame the guy for not seeing it. He was on that island for five years and I barely know a thing he’s been through.”

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She laughed lightly, her lips brushed over his before he moved his chin to her shoulder. “My cooking might improve since we have a child to care for,” Laurel joked lightly, but she knew it wouldn’t, Laurel just couldn’t cook. 

Cocking her head ot the side, “we didn’t wake you, did we?” she asked softly since she didn’t want to be a bother and I was very early in the morning. 

Tommy pursed his lips for a moment. “Yeah, I don’t think so. I’m afraid we’re doomed to have takeout for the rest of our lives, unless I cook that is,” he mentioned. Her cooking never improved but that was a part of who she was and he’d never want that to change.

“No, I think Jonas did that all on his own,” he replied in a quiet tone. Tommy looked over at the baby in her arms. “At least he’s not crying anymore.”

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remarkablesmoak:

Send me a url and I'll answer the following;;

Opinion on;

Character in general: Oh god, don’t even get me started on Tommy Merlyn.  I’m still bitter about his death.  I’m still hoping that it’s all a joke and he’ll pop up like Sara did or something.  That would make my life complete to be honest.  He was so hilarious and I really wanted to see him fix things with Oliver and I just… Excuse me I have to go cry about Tommy Merlyn now.
How they play them: I think this is one of the only Tommys I’ve ever roleplayed with, and that’s mostly because the mun has ruined all other Tommys for me.  He’s so perfect and the threads we have are always so fun to write.
The Mun: Super sweet.  Always stuck by me, even when I disappear from this account for months.  I always look forward to our threads and I get very excited when I see you online.

Do I:

RP with them: Definitely.
Want to RP with them: Always.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Best.  Tommy.  Ever.  GO FOLLOW AND LOVE THEM DOWN BECAUSE THEY DESERVE IT.

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

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speedytheaqueen:

Thea nodded at her brother’s words. She felt so helpless and useless, she hated it. Tommy had trusted her enough to reveal the fact that he’s alive; somehow because of her, he had ended up putting himself in even more danger. She knew she should let him escape on his own without her, but she couldn’t help but cling onto him like a helpless puppy, no matter how selfish it seemed in her mind.

"Don’t worry about being constricting. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it." Thea reassured him. She was thankful that Tommy warned her about Merlyn before she could let her newly discovered father turned her into something she would fear. "How are we going to get there?" She asked. She was sure that Tommy was sick of all of her questions, but there were some answers that she couldn’t wait for.

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It wasn’t difficult for him to discern how Thea was feeling. An expression, even if it was briefly made, gave away a lot. Tommy learned to read people pretty well over his absence, though he was fairly sure she wouldn’t want him commenting on it. Besides, they were limited on time. She was about ten years younger than him, a big gap in age but it simply made his protectiveness steady, not admitting a waver on his conviction to help.

He nodded at her reply, glad she understood the severity of the situation they were in, as well as how dangerous Bludhaven was. “I have a car. It’s parked up the street, so we just need to get to it without dad seeing us and we’re pretty much safe.” Safe until Malcolm tracks them down that is. He’d be looking for Thea the moment he realized she wasn’t there anymore, meaning they had to leave as soon as possible and hopefully get enough distance between them before that happened.

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Roy took another sip of his beer as he listened to what Tommy had to say. ‘She doesn’t need to worry about me, I’m fine. Yeah, in a weird way I guess that your right, me stealing her purse lead us together’ Roy replied as he smiled.

“From what I heard you were getting yourself into a lot of trouble in the past,” Tommy mentioned with a small shrug of his shoulders. “I’ve known Thea all my life and I never saw her this happy in a long time. I’m sure Oliver wasn’t exactly thrilled at first. I think he warmed up to you though.”

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"Morning." Kat stretched and let out a yawn. "You want some coffee? I just brewed a pot in the kitchen."

“Sure,” Tommy remarked with a nod. “Do you have work today or are you taking the day off?”

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Happy

Sad

Angry

Lonely

Annoyed

Calm

Scared

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xlaginger:

I am in love with them and this song!!!

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