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Now getting to the point, do you know how many top 100 hits Maroon 5 has had? A lot. They’re even on billboards top 100 artists of all time (ALL TIME). And it’s understandable, because pretty much every song they put out is fucking awesome. Sugar, Don’t Wanna Know, Moves Like Jagger, Payphone, This Love, She Will Be Loved, Cold, Animals, Maps, Misery, Harder to Breathe, Never Gonna Leave This Bed… to name a FEW.

These shitheads have been popping out jams since I was a little kid. Well over a decade worth of killer music. Every other song I hear on the radio is Maroon 5. It’s always Maroon 5. And I fucking love it. I love all their songs. Everyone does, they’re awesome.

But here’s the thing. They’re never the top selling artists. On the top 100 list, they’re only in the 40s. They very rarely have a number 1 hit. They’re considered good, I suppose….. but not great. Not the best.

How many people have you heard say Maroon 5 is their favorite band? For me it’s zero. For many of you, it’s zero. If you’re thinking to yourself “what? No I love them, they’re my fave!” Are you sure? Are you really sure? They’re your absolute complete FAVORITE band ever??? I doubt it. You’re just saying that because the band is on your mind now. If I asked you your fave band any other time you’d come up with another answer. Everyone always does.

But they SHOULD be everyone favorites. Look at all of those songs. They’ve got so many top hits. Everyone loves their music. Everyone sings along and knows the songs. They should be my favorite band, I think I like more of their songs than of my actual favorite artist. But they are not my favorite. They are no ones favorite.

I think they made a deal with someone. Satan? God? A dude down an alleyway? Who knows. But I believe they made a deal to ensure everyone would love their music. And we do. It’s great music.

But the twist is that they’ll never truly be recognized as one of the best. Sure, their songs will play on the radio and everyone will sing along. They’ll have sold out concerts. Plenty of fans. But not enough. They’ll be just good. Never great. Never the best. Even if they should be our favorite, they never will be. They’ll never sell enough albums or have their songs reach as high on the billboards as they should. Everyone loves their music, per the agreement. But no one loves them.

Surely it’s got to be some undercover Amunet Black spying.. right?

*waves shyly* this is the first thing I’ve written in over half a year. here goes.

beware of spoilers for tonight’s episode. also, i’ve seen numerous theories and fics about the present being a key…i add a bit more on to that. it’s alright if this is not your cup o’ tea.

“Next of Kin”

Felicity’s eyes blur as she reads page after page of documents for her and Curtis’ new company. Her laptop burns hot on her lap where she’s perched on her sofa. When she hasn’t been worried to death over the FBI’s investigation into Oliver, she’s been planning.

After reading a paragraph for the third time, her fourth attempt is interrupted by a familiar knock. Oliver. 

Chapter One: Can’t Keep You Off My Mind

When Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak both reach for the last Lego Batman set on the shelf at the same time one December night while holiday present shopping for their kids, they have no idea that their chance encounter is going to change their lives.

{ cover art by Nelly @smoakqueenz }

Rating: M This Chapter’s Word Count: 4806

Hi friends! Thank you so much for all of your encouraging comments on the prologue last week. I’m happy to hear that y'all are excited for this new story :D Enjoy this week’s chapter and, as always, I would love to hear what you think!

APRIL

“I’m sorry, did you get a lobotomy that I didn’t know about?”

He looked up from the text message from Samantha that he was reading to find Thea waiting for him in his office, leaning against his desk with her arms crossed over her chest.

His brow furrowed, “What?”

“Susan Williams, Oliver? Really?” Laurel asked, walking into his office behind him.

“I was just about to get on him about that,” Thea remarked, disgust clearly painted across her face. “I mean seriously, we’re glad that you’re putting yourself out there and looking for companionship and all, but can you please look somewhere other than a pit of vipers?”

Laurel coughed to a stifle a laugh and he gave them both a reprimanding look.

“I thought you didn’t even like her?” Laurel asked gently. “She’s never had a single good thing to say about your administration.”

“She’s just doing her job,” he justified halfheartedly.

Thea rolled her eyes, “She’s a bit—“

“The last time I checked,” he interrupted her, “commenting on the mayor’s love life wasn’t part of the job description for the chief of staff or the DA.”

“It’s not. This is coming from your sister and your friend,” Laurel pointed out.

“You can do so much better than her Ollie,” Thea added, resting a hand on his shoulder.    

“Well, if you two had given me a chance to get more than a few words in, I would’ve told you that it was a terrible date and nothing will be happening with her again.” He brushed past them to walk around his desk and settle down into his chair. “Happy now?”

Over the past few months he had gone on a string of dates, searching for someone that made him feel the way he had on that night in December. His efforts had been disappointingly unsuccessful.

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