Houston, We Have a Fridging….
Dear Arrow,
I really, really hate to do this, but we’re over.
First, you made my rogue into a tight-assed society boy. Okay, fine. Creative interpretation, I can live with it. I never loved it, but he has grown, developed. Cracked a smile or a joke from time to time the last couple of seasons, so there was hope, or at least a glimpse of the spirit.
I accepted the flaw and I moved on.
There was the geography issue too, but okay, whatever. Comic book universe.
But now? Now you’ve done the unforgivable.
You’ve fridged Felicity.
That I cannot forgive.
I wasn’t going to read the synopsis for the first post-midwinter break episode because surprises are nice. Then I did because… I don’t really know why, but I did.
The main plot revealed by said synopsis: Oliver dealing with the fallout from Dhark’s attack on the limo.
Oliver.
Not Felicity. Not Oliver and Felicity together.
It’s all about Oliver. The way his fianceé’s critical injury affects him. What he’s going to do about it. What Oliver needs to do about it.
Felicity is the one who was injured. Felicity is ultimately the one who has to deal with the fallout. She is the one who will have scars and perhaps permanent disabilities.
But, of course, it’s all about Oliver.
Who clearly doesn’t have his proprieties straight. When someone you love is shot and bleeding, you stay with her. You do not run around punching people. You do not discount the fact that she may need you and spend the time you should be spending with her whipping out your dick and waving it at the bad guy.
I guarantee you Ray Palmer would not be wasting time waving his dick around.
Despite the opinions of the majority, Felicity Smoak, you have quite obviously chosen poorly.
And if Felicity does become Oracle? Or an Oracle-like character?
No. Just. No. Barbara Gordon is Oracle. She fucking earned it. Oracle was her redemption, was John Ostrander and Kim Yale busting her out of the fridge and giving her a story of her own once again. About Gail Simone making her an integral part of the Birds of Prey. Oracle isn’t a tool. She isn’t someone else’s motivation, she’s her own. That’s the whole fucking point.
So, Arrow, we’re done. And I doubt I’m the only one who will feel that way.
And Flash, you’re on notice. If you do the thing with Patty Spivot it looks like you’re going to do, even Barry Allen’s “aw-shucks” adorable isn’t going to save you.
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