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poplinn · 2 years
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Rammstein saw the yassified trend and really said "yeah we'll make a song about that"
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k-wame · 3 months
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Felix Catton for dir. Emerald Fennell · 'Saltburn' (2023)
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strawberrytalia · 5 months
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Oliver Queen thoughts below
Yk I’ve always felt weirdly attached to Ollie on an introspective level but I couldn’t put it into words until I re-read Longbow Hunters recently and GOD. It’s such a brilliant depiction of Ollie, his values, how his mind works, and what spiritual enlightenment means to him. I love the way his hunter method is so different and unique compared to the detective style more commonly found in comics. The way he uses his intuition and comes to conclusions by watching and analyzing, and understanding the person. It’s a storyline in which Ollie temporarily leaves the flashy hero lifestyle he’d gotten used to, and goes back to his roots - traditional archery and becoming more in tune with the most primitive version of himself. It challenges the question of what is the human nature - is it progression or is it natural roots? I found Ollie’s inner conflict the most riveting part of the story; especially with how beautifully conveyed it was through Grell’s writing. Ollie overall is a character who challenges not only institutions and people, but the very elements of life itself. The whole story is him trying to be more true to himself, and it’s only in the end does he achieve that through killing Dinah’s tortures and with Shado’s guidance. Oh, Shado herself was so enjoyable for me as well. I forgot the charm to her initial appearance because well…it got changed over the years 💀 But the clarity she provided to both Ollie and the situation at hand, her need for vengeance tied with honor, and yet the compassion she gave that she absolutely did not need to give. Shado’s style of archery was better than his because she had already answered that question about the human nature. She’d already long come to terms with the lack of moral integrity, and I know it sounds cliche how I’m wording it, but Shado just overall is a refreshing mix of self-awareness and immoral actions. Anyways this is inspired because I was thinking about Nietzsche and Ollie, then I read Longbow Hunters again, and the theme of primal natures equaling truth was in my mind the whole time I read. Especially with the added political discourse in the storyline, and the background plot of Ollie and Dinah thinking about a family (with totally diff opinions). And I think it’s so interesting that the story fully acknowledges that Ollie’s most natural part of himself awakened because he was forced to survive on the island, that was his rebirth and what he deems to be his truest self. And it still wasn’t enough for him to face until the end of the story, when all is resolved but he’d committed murder.
Something about the truest version of yourself awakening once you embrace depravity, and allow yourself to be as human as possible, taking life and death into both your palms.
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I keep think about the Ollie Paul fic if the reader was related to someone in the motorsports world, where in the song Taylor sings "talks business with my father" and Ollie is talking to them about racing (trying to bond) and they are nice and all BUT later privately they are like does this kid talk about anything else? And they tell you how they miss Paul
wahhhhhhh i love this 🥺 it makes so much sense... esp maybe paired with the other ask i got about her dad being like maybe involved in the fda, so ollie kinda wants to impress him but also keeps talking about ferrari stuff and her dad is very like "😶😶 okay yes sure but don't you have anything else in your life?"... but ollie is just doing it to be kind and he doesn't understand what he's doing wrong, he just wants to be a good son-in-law :( and yes her parents subtly trying to tell her about how they liked paul better........
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paulkariyas · 2 years
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ollieofthebeholder · 3 months
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to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest): a TMA fanfic
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Chapter 77: July 2001
Gerry moves as carefully and quietly as he can, boots in hand, paying special attention to the floorboards. It’s not that it’s early, or at least not so early that his mother is sleeping…which is part of the problem, really, that she’s awake and likely to hear him if he’s not cautious. So he concentrates on each step, putting his weight just right, moving as slowly and smoothly as possible so nothing rattles or jingles, trying to summon his inner Martin—he’s always been extremely light on his feet, it’s almost uncanny at times. If he can just make it to the steps without—
“Gerard? Come in here.”
Ah. Shit.
For a split second, Gerry considers pretending he didn’t hear her and making a break for it, but she will come after him, or send someone after him, and he doesn’t know who—or what—she’s in league with this week. He quickly sets his boots down and steps into them before opening the door and coming through, trying to swagger like he’s walking around with his shoes untied on purpose. “Yes, Mum?”
His mother peers at him over the top of her pince-nez glasses, her habitual scowl in place. She never wears those glasses where anyone but him or Aunt Lily—or sometimes Melanie and Martin—can see; she’s incredibly vain about a lot of things. Even Uncle Roger doesn’t know she wears them. “Were you going somewhere?”
Gerry considers his options for a split second, then shrugs. “Out.”
His mother waits, but he doesn’t elaborate. For once, she chooses not to push him. “Pick up a bottle of aspirin while you’re at it. And be back in an hour. We have a train to catch.”
“Where are we going?” Gerry tries to remember if there’s something planned he’s forgotten about. He doesn’t think so. He would have said something to Melanie and Martin if they did. They’ve been making plans, or at least firm intentions, for their summer break for weeks now, and today’s the first real day of it. He can probably put them off for a day, though, as long as his mother wants to go somewhere local.
“Brussels,” his mother replies, dashing that hope instantly, and then further crushes it by adding, “To start with, anyway. My contact wants to meet us there and will take us where we need to go after.”
Gerry definitely doesn’t like the sound of that. It could mean they’re going somewhere within walking distance. It could mean they’re meeting someone with a personal car or a private plane. It could also mean they’re going to point him at the mouth of a pitch-black cave and tell him to go retrieve whatever’s inside it. It definitely does not mean he wants to go.
“Do I have to go with you?” The words pop out of his mouth before he can stop them, or even think about them.
As soon as his brain catches up to his tongue, everything inside him goes cold. He has never, not once, not in his entire life, argued with his mother about one of these expeditions. She says come along and he comes—sometimes dragging his feet, sometimes shaking in his boots, but always, always doing what she asks, demands really, without question or pause. He’s never refused to go, or asked if there was another option. Because he knows there isn’t. There is only his mother, and what his mother wants.
The resentment over that has been building for a while, at least since November, when the trip took just a little longer, Gerard and he missed Melanie’s birthday. It’s been fueled by listening to Melanie and Martin talk about school and activities and the like. Gerry’s never been particularly interested in attending a traditional school, he learns plenty, but it’s been slowly dawning on him (more slowly than it should have) that what he’s learning is what his mother wants him to learn, not always what he needs to know. Or even wants to know. He might not have a lot of use for some of the things in Martin’s maths book, but it looks fascinating. He’s even been considering making an argument for him to attend the local school starting in the fall, just to get an official diploma.
He knows what she’ll probably say to that—common schools are for common children, and you have the blood of the Von Closens in your veins—but he has no idea what she’ll say to him whining about getting dragged off on one of her work trips again.
Mary Keay removes her glasses to hit him with the full force of her glare. His instinct is to apologize, to back down immediately, but he holds his tongue. She’s going to be furious with him either way. He might as well be honest.
After several long moments of silence, she says coldly, “What else would you do, Gerard?”
“Stay in London?” Gerry gestures around them. “I’m fifteen. I’m not a little kid anymore.”
“You’re still a child,” his mother says. “For a night or two, perhaps, but you are far from old enough to spend potential weeks on your own.”
“You’ve taught me how to defend myself,” Gerry protests. Against magical threats more than mundane ones, but still, that should be good enough, right? “Besides, I wouldn’t even be on my own all that much. I’ve got plans.”
A look of disgust crosses his mother’s face. “Plans.”
Gerry stands his ground, with difficulty. “With Melanie and Martin. They’re on vacation, Mum. I just want to spend time with them. I never get to do that, and when we’re home during the school terms, they’re busy except on weekends. This is the one chance we get to have together. Besides, if they get time off from learning, why don’t I?”
The look on his mother’s face is a terrible thing. Gerry suddenly knows she’s about to skin him and bind him into her Book, where he’ll forever be her servant. He tenses, ready to spring the instant she goes for him. He’s not as nimble as Melanie or quick as Martin, but he might be able to dodge her and make it to the shop. Maybe if he trips over his still-untied boot laces, he’ll gain enough momentum from tumbling down the steps to give him a decent head start, and surely she won’t kill him if he makes it outside and into public.
And then, suddenly and inexplicably, her anger clears away. “You want to spend time with Martin and Melanie? Well, why didn’t you say so?” She gets to her feet. “Come along.”
Gerry blinks, taken completely off-guard. “What?”
“Don’t waste time, Gerard. Come with me.” His mother pushes in her chair and closes the book she was studying—which is, in fact, the Book. Before he can think up an escape plan, she grabs his arm and drags him out of the flat.
His mother’s car is a Vauxhall Viva that’s at least ten years older than Gerry and about as stubborn. Because she drives it so rarely, she hasn’t bothered to fix a lot of minor things that aren’t technically affecting its ability to run but definitely make it less than optimal, like the fact that the passenger side door has a broken lock that won’t disengage no matter what they do or the fact that turning the dial on the radio past a very narrow set of stations causes the indicator lights to turn on and refuse to stop until the dial is fixed and the car is restarted. (Gerry doesn’t even know how that’s possible, but he’s not a mechanic or an electrician and has simply concluded that the car is probably possessed.) His mother’s solution is to open the driver’s side and physically shove Gerry into it. She barely gives him time to get over the center console, let alone properly oriented into his seat, before she starts the car and pulls away from the shop. Her driving is less terrifying than the people and things she usually interacts with, but not by much.
Gerry briefly contemplates rolling down his window and screaming for help, or possibly bailing out the window, but the crank is rattling around in the backseat somewhere.
After not nearly as long as the journey reasonably should take and several near misses—including one with one of the red double-decker buses that Gerry is prepared to swear takes at least a decade off his lifespan—they pull up in front of the Blackwood-King residence. His mother pulls the car in behind Uncle Roger’s still old but much better maintained sedan, switches off the engine, and gets out. “Come,” she orders Gerry again, and he scrambles to comply. His boot laces briefly tangle in the gear shaft, and he momentarily debates leaving the boots behind, but manages to free himself and scramble after her as she marches up to the door and knocks.
Uncle Roger opens the door, looking very surprised. He’s clearly getting ready for work, but he’s completely polite. “Good morning, Mary, Gerard. Is everything all right?”
“Do you have a few minutes, Roger?” Gerry’s mother says, in the same tone of voice she usually speaks to Uncle Roger in—a coldly, painfully polite voice with a brittle edge to it that indicates he is testing the limits of her patience. “I have a proposition for you and Liliana.”
Surprise and hope rise up and mingle in Gerry’s chest. She’s actually…considering his request. Even come over to talk to Uncle Roger and Aunt Lily about the idea. It must be his lucky day.
“Of course, of course, come on in.” Uncle Roger steps back to allow them in, then addresses Gerry. “I think Melanie and Martin are awake if you’d like to head upstairs. Melanie definitely is, anyway, and I can’t imagine her letting Martin sleep in, even if it is the holidays.”
“Thanks, Uncle Roger.” Gerry offers him a warm smile, steps out of his boots and tucks them by the door, and takes the stairs two at a time before his mother can stop him or call him back.
Technically, the master suite is up here, but Lily can’t manage the stairs, so she and Roger have the smaller room on the ground floor. Gerry remembers the fight Melanie and Martin had over which of them would take the master suite—both of them wanted the other to have it—but eventually Martin prevailed with the very compelling argument that Melanie sleeps more heavily than he does, so if she has the master suite he can slip past her to use the bathroom or take a shower without waking her, while she’s less likely to do the same. Her door is ajar, and Gerry can hear voices coming from behind it, so he taps on the door and then pushes it open further, enough to poke his head in. “Can I come in?”
“Gerry! Get in here.” Melanie waves him in impatiently but doesn’t get up. “And shut the door, would you?”
Gerry complies. Martin and Melanie are both dressed for the day—Melanie in dark denim dungaree shorts over a bright yellow t-shirt, Martin in a simple blue and white striped shirt and khaki cargo shorts—and sitting on Melanie’s bed, Melanie’s legs dangling over the edge and Martin cross-legged behind her as he brushes out her glossy dark brown hair. It’s the first time Gerry’s seen it loose in a while and he hasn’t realized it’s been getting so long.
“Morning,” Martin says, peering over Melanie’s head with a cheery but slightly confused smile. “I thought we were meeting in the usual spot.”
“We were, but Mum brought me over instead.” Gerry comes closer. “Can I join you?”
“Yeah, of course.” Melanie pats the bed next to her. “How’d you convince your mum to give you a ride?”
“I didn’t know the alleged car was even running,” Martin murmurs. “Neens, you want a braid or a bun?”
“Braid. Donna told me the way you did it last week was really pretty.”
Martin nods and begins separating Melanie’s hair into three equal bunches. Gerry picks up Melanie’s brush and begins getting the knots out of his own hair. “It’s running. Just not well. And I didn’t…exactly ask her for a ride. She’s planning to go out of town.”
Martin freezes for just a moment. Melanie’s shoulders slump. “Oh. You’re going away again?”
“Well, that’s the thing.” Gerry recounts the conversation he and his mother had before leaving the shop. “I was really just sort of hoping she’d say I was fine as long as I checked in with Aunt Lily or something, but she told Uncle Roger she had a ‘proposition’ for him, so I’m wondering if maybe she’s going to ask if I can stay with you all while she’s gone.”
Martin brightens. “That’d be wicked awesome!”
“It’d save loads of time with hanging out,” Melanie agrees. “And if your mum’s gone for a while…”
“I won’t miss Martin’s birthday,” Gerry completes. “Maybe I can even enroll at your school.”
“You wouldn’t be in our classes, though.”
“No, but I could get a proper education, you know? At least some legitimate learning. Maybe even take—what do you call them? My O levels?”
“They don’t call them that anymore. It’d be your GSCE exams.” Martin taps Melanie’s shoulder. “Hand me a hair tie, would you?”
Melanie complies, handing over one of the twisty, loopy ties with the bright plastic balls on either end that she still favors even though they’re all stretching out of shape. “I don’t know if they’d let you do that, but it would be pretty neat to have you at our school, I won’t lie.”
“It all depends on if Aunt Lily says yes, I guess,” Gerry says. He knows Uncle Roger will agree in a heartbeat, so in the end it really does hinge on Aunt Lily. He wonders if he should have stayed downstairs after all to plead his case—like the fact that he’s happy to “watch” Melanie and Martin so Aunt Lily won’t be bothered, or that he doesn’t eat much really. Which isn’t exactly true, but it’s closer to true than not, so it counts, right?
Martin smooths a hand down Melanie’s braid. “There, is that good?”
Melanie touches her hair, then jumps up to run into the bathroom and look in the mirror. Gerry nudges Martin. “Hey, would you do my hair like that too?”
Martin’s cheeks turn faintly pink. “You don’t have to tease me.”
“No, I’m serious. That is really nice. And it’s hot out there.”
“Maybe if you didn’t wear twice your body weight in black leather all the time…” Martin takes the brush from Gerry’s hand. “Turn around, then.”
Melanie comes back, beaming, and beams even wider when she sees what Martin is doing. “Hold on, I’ll get you a hair tie.”
“Oh, yeah, I didn’t think about that.” Gerry just hopes Melanie doesn’t come back with a pink one. “So once Mum gives in and lets me stay, what are we doing today?”
Melanie, of course, has a list of things she wants to do, and it takes Gerry a few minutes to convince her they don’t have to do all of them today. He’s just about to suggest a first stop when there’s a knock on the door.
“Come in!” Melanie calls.
Uncle Roger opens the door and smiles to see them. “Melanie, you look lovely as always, sweetheart.”
Melanie smiles up at Martin. “Martin did my hair for me.”
“And mine,” Gerry adds.
Uncle Roger laughs, not in a mean way. “I can see that. Well, when you’re finished braiding Gerard’s hair, Martin, you can get your things together.”
Martin freezes. “Wh-what?” he stammers.
“Dad?” Melanie gets to her feet, her whole body tense. Gerry suspects she’s about to start a fight and just barely keeping herself controlled. “What do you mean, Martin can get his things together?”
Uncle Roger blinks and turns to Gerry. “You didn’t tell them?”
“We were a little busy,” Gerry hedges, because he’s not sure what he’s supposed to be telling them.
“Huh.” Uncle Roger turns back to Melanie and Martin. “Well. Exciting news! Your Aunt Mary is getting ready to go on one of her buying trips, and since it’s your summer holidays, she and Gerard thought you might like to go along and help. It’s a good opportunity to start learning more about the business, and you’ll get to travel. Won’t that be fun?”
Melanie does not visibly relax at this. In fact, she turns towards Gerry and Martin, and her expression is mingled anger and panic. Gerry is, admittedly, not sure how to respond either. There’s a sense of things spiraling out of control, to say nothing of the fact that he definitely did not want Melanie and Martin any more involved in this than they already are. His mother is going to exploit Martin’s talent for picking Leitners, and heaven help them if she realizes he can see the marks of the Fourteen on people too.
Martin, however, smooths his hand down Gerry’s braid in the same gesture he did for Melanie and speaks in a bright, excited tone. “Oh, that does sound like fun, Dad! Thanks for letting us go. How long should we pack for?”
“Just a week,” Uncle Roger says, and Gerry breathes a silent sigh of relief until he adds, “I’m sure there will be places to wash your clothes if you’re gone longer than that. And I’ll make sure you each have a bit of money to buy things if you need them.”
“Thanks, Dad,” Melanie echoes. She doesn’t sound quite as excited as Martin does, but she darts over and hugs her father anyway. “Can you tell Aunt Mary we’ll be down in just a few minutes?”
“Of course, little moth.” Uncle Roger bends down and kisses the top of Melanie’s head, then extracts himself and heads out of the room.
The second the door closes behind him, Martin sighs heavily. This time, his voice is more resigned than excited. “So where are we going?”
“Brussels, to start with.” Gerry echoes his mother’s words. He twists around to see Martin, so pale his freckles stand out like lint on black velvet, wringing his hands hard. Gerry reaches over and gently takes them to keep him from digging his fingernails into his wrists. “You’re not really excited?”
Martin shakes his head. “I like the idea of spending time with you two, but not your mum. And…what is she going to want us to do?”
“I dunno.” Gerry looks over at Melanie. “You know that isn’t what I wanted, right?”
“Yeah, I know.” Melanie crosses back to the bed and hugs Martin tightly. “How come you sounded so happy before, then?”
“What good would it have done to tell Dad that actually, we want to stay here in London? At best he’d tell Aunt Mary and Gerry would have to go off without us, which none of us want, and at worse Mum would drag herself up here and scream at us for being lazy, ungrateful brats and then we’d get in trouble for making her overexert herself on top of that and we’d probably still end up having to go.” Martin shrugs. “And he wouldn’t understand why we’re scared anyway. At least if he tells Mum and Aunt Mary we’re looking forward to it, they’ll either think we don’t know what’s really going on or that we’re brave enough to face it, so Aunt Mary will think twice about trying to feed us to something.”
Martin’s only twelve. Gerry hates that he already knows how to maneuver the adults in their lives to keep them safe. “I guess you’re right. I still don’t have to like it.”
“That’s fair. I don’t like it either.” Martin slides to the edge of the bed. “Let me go put a bag together. We’re taking the train, right?”
“Yeah, out of Waterloo, I think.”
Martin nods. “Meet you at the top of the stairs in five minutes?”
“Sure thing.” Melanie is already going for her bag.
It’s probably closer to ten minutes before they’re downstairs in the living room, Melanie and Martin with bags over their shoulders and smiles on their faces, Gerry with his hair neatly braided back and his hands in his pockets; his mother gives him the hairy eyeball, but says nothing. Aunt Lily lectures them about behaving and listening to their aunt; Uncle Roger hugs them both and gives them a couple of folded bills, and then they’re out and attempting to maneuver their way into the backseat of the Vauxhall.
“Gerard and I have to gather our things,” his mother tells Melanie and Martin as they pull away from the house. “Then we’ll be on our way. Martin, I’m sending you to the shop to pick up a bottle of aspirin while we do that.”
“Yes, Aunt Mary,” Martin says obediently.
“We’ll go over what I expect of you once we’re on the train. Mind you’re back quickly. This has already set us back.”
“Yes, Aunt Mary.”
“Good.” Gerry’s mother goes back to driving. Gerry doesn’t dare twist around to look at his brother and sister, but unease and nerves churn in his stomach and make him want to roll down the window, lean out of it, and throw up.
What awful things do they have in store for them on this trip?
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all-the-olivers · 9 months
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what if you put oliver in a duck onesie
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What if indeed.........
He deserves to be comfy fr
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aliferous-ly · 3 months
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I love commenting on still updating fics. I love being a part of this little community within the fic. I love when an author recognizes and is excited to see me comment on a new chapter. I love commenting
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malphantasias · 1 year
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Relistening to episode 1 of jrwi: Riptide and I can't help but notice how often, when grizzly was describing marshall john chasing the crew, he also was describing an navy elven man that also chased them.
*looks at ollie
*looks at the elven man
Now hear me out-
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cordyce · 1 year
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i’m finally caught up on school spirits. i love wally & charley so much they r so very dear to me
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chussyracing · 2 years
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yes, arthur needs to improve his qualifying sessions, but the drive from p21 to p5 was pretty epic
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tvmblrsillyman · 7 months
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:3
Sure I'll share this (OC posting below)
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how it started (Circa 2018)
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how its going (drew it last night using the same technique this time using Samsung's notes drawing program. But also for the funnies, this is also taking place in 2018.)
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sundial-bee-scribbles · 10 months
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Fuck yeah more Piko angst
- This one is based on your audio thing because he sounds very panicked and startled but he wasn't actually informed that he was going to be discontinued until it happened.
- Adding to that, he's a teeny bit paranoid when people talk about him because of that, so he listens into conversations that mention him so he can run away if they seem to have ulterior motives.
- ... except he's. Really bad at telling that. so he's in a weird grey area where he's simultaneously kinda naïve and also scared that he's going to be murdered at any time
- he's very shy around people he doesn't know, going as far as to run or hide from them.
- He also doesn't like being stared at. He is very unusual so he gets stared at, even though nobody means any harm. Do you see the problem.
i'm very glad he sounds so hehehe, that was the objective ☆⌒(≧▽​° ) but also fair i mean... i was gonna say "i dont think most softwares get warned they're gona get shut down" but now that i think abt it thats a lie cause [usually] there's like press releases or pop up messages sent out in advance like "servers shutting down on xx/xx/xxxx please back up data" so... ig that's particularly cruel of piko's managers hakjhskjdgnk 😭 tho i can't imagine being warned in advance would help either like... thats being told you only have a certain number of days to live wyd then
also ow the rest of those you're just describing me... ow ; w ; /hj /silly
please give my boy salvation and comfort please... let him find people that will take care of him good w/o any ulterior motives so his fear doesnt get affirmed... comfort him pLEASE 😭🙏
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httpiastri · 9 months
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Did you watch F2 qualifying yet? 😢
i did… but at what cost……
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madebysimblr · 2 years
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Cordy: I’m sorry. I can’t believe she pulled all that out of the blue.
Ollie: Me either… Maybe back in high school before she was hanging with us…. But still… Whatever. It’s done.
Cordy: What did you do to keep it from wrecking you completely?
Ollie: Threw myself into soccer practice. Talked to Gigi and Zane… And Mom. She told me about a long time ago when someone she dated just abruptly left her. Said it was a good thing.
Cordy: Of course she would have seen it that way…
Ollie: Yeah…
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dykes4timrand · 1 year
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i think if chip listened to landslide he would disintegrate immediately
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