#c:olly

[switchhummel]

@jamie-prescott

@switchingolliesmythe

liked your picture.

Thank you both, you handsome men!

[dom-bastiansmythe]

PM: Did you summon the ghost of Christmas past?

PM: Trust me, this is the last thing I would've summoned at all. How in the fu- is he here? Why? Fuck... I seriously didn't need this right now.

@switchingolliesmythe

[zibah-ho]

Ollie and death green arrow year one edition

if this hellsite fucks the layout one more time istg

[rhia-falla]

who: @ollieinoue​ when: after class where: the quad

As per tradition for a mourning woman, Rhiannon adorned all black on her first day back in classes. She mourned her creative freedom, she mourned the life she rejected to return back to her friends. Despite her melodrama, she survived the boredom of her lectures. Her first order of business in the name of relaxation was to reunite with her smoking buddy.

Ollie was one of the first she’d sought out, but she began to feel hesitant about what he would have to say about the circumstances of her leaving. She found their agreed upon meeting spot, a lonely bench under a shady oak in the quad. Rhia stood tall, eyes scanning the passing faces of her peers for his black locks.

Eventually, his face shined through the crowd, and she fought the urge to cry. “Ollie!” she called in a near whine, her bottom lip already puckered out. She held out her arms wide in the arm, audibly whining as she shuffled toward her friend. “I missed you,” she said. When he was in arm’s length, she threw her arms around him in a bear-sized hug. “Why can’t you be pocket sized? I need you to come with me everywhere, you’re no longer allowed to leave my side,” she complained, her voice stern despite her pleading.

[odysseus-thecunning]

who: @ollieinoue​ when: sometime following the time capsule leak idk where: the quad

“So,” Odysseus grinned ear to ear, an infrequent sight on the quiet brute’s face. Sneaking behind Ollie, Odie hovered their head above his shoulder for a moment before falling into step with the other. “Monty, huh?” they probed, delight stretching and lifting the words almost comically. Even from the brief information spill, it’d taken a millisecond for Odie to realize who the mystery person referenced in his time capsule. They gave a quick nod, the mischievous grin softening to a smug-looking smirk. They were delighted to be able to hold something like this over Ollie’s head, though earnestly they had always kinda envisioned the two being into each other. Or at least, on Ollie’s end... Odie wasn’t too keen on the details surrounding Monty’s sex life. “Dude’s got some rizz,” Odie commented coolly, fighting to keep their tone even.

[beaucaras]

Beau. We should go ice skating, I think it would be fun.

"Fun is...not the word I’d use to describe how I’d imagine myself ice skating would go, but I'd be happy to accompany you regardless. If nothing else, my inevitable traumatic brain injury will provide you with a very exciting anecdote."

[switchhummel]

@switchingolliesmythe liked your picture:

Thank you, Ollie! I thought I'd share my most recent clothing find with the world. What do you think?

[dom-bastiansmythe]

@buckwildes

@hunterclaringtonswitch

@javierfogarty

@annabethblossom

@switchingolliesmythe

liked your picture.

Nothing beats a nice, warm and calm summer afternoon, don't you agree? You're welcome to join me so we can enjoy it together.

[dom-bastiansmythe]

I'm very aware of that, baby. Although I'm sure Henri would rather fuck your tight self on every possible surface at his Mansion than just to be a house husband, although he would definitely make you wear a tiny, sexy apron. I think the burned toaster back at our home can testify for that. Poor thing never saw it coming.

I like to keep you wondering, pretty one. As it should be, and it will be.

The birthday girl gets what the birthday girl wants. MMS

Yeah. Well, I think we both know there's only one guy who would have wanted me as a house husband and he's MIA right now. And I'd look good in anything- but yes, me in an apron and little else would be hot. Even if I can't cook for shit. Pretty sure I could burn water.

Pffffft. OK. That's nice and vague. You get that right? Heh. Obviously. I want as like, much dick as possible tonight.

I'm the birthday girl after all.

[zibah-ho]

[rhia-falla]

who: @ollieinoue​ when: relatively early in the night where: pre-finals dorm party

A nice flush of warmth coursed through her body, and Rhia buzzed from the plush of her lips to the tips of her painted toes. She held a bottle of tequila to her chest, one she’d brought herself for the sole purpose of draining it by the end of the night. It was the end of the semester; a meaningful enough rite of passage to justify drowning her sorrows in bitter-tasting regret.

She blinked back to Ollie, leaning over the counter and unknowingly missing the bulk of what he was explaining to her. Slightly embarrassed yet even more ashamed to ask him to explain again, she nodded her head and put on a polite smile. “Seriously? No way,” she swooned.

Rhia glanced around with an accusatory glare, suddenly restless and overly aware of how cramped it was. “Why is no one dancing?” she demanded. She gasped, reaching over and rapidly tapping the back of Ollie’s hand, like they weren’t already in the midst of conversation. “Should we dance? Do you wanna dance?” she sang, face bright with anticipation.

[switchhummel]

@switchingolliesmythe liked your post.

Well hello there, stranger!

[dom-bastiansmythe]

@switchingolliesmythe​

If you call me a good girl, I'll be on my knees for you.

[dom-bastiansmythe]

@switchingolliesmythe liked your post.

Is that you being proud of my new athletic side, or just enjoying the view, Sweetheart?

[zibah-ho]

my finger slipped

[calgoodie]

@mydudealec, @oliver-mosley