#fo&o

[the-words-we-sung]

Who doesn't love love

[omarmix]

fo&o reunion!

[amailboxlemur]

So someone on twitter just dropped a bunch of old fooo era photos of omar

Apparently her brothers girlfriend was a fooo fan and had a bunch of them saved or in an instagram account or something like that.

like… LOOK AT THIS BABY

But also I feel like the top right photo here could honestly be from this year since he somehow looks exactly the same

I can’t help but see Simon in these two

Words to live by

They wore bears to rockbjörnen??? I have??? so many questions??? (Also go vote for him, because he deserves it especially after the garbage they posted today!!)

Omar in nhl hockey merch is tripping me up

Anyway please go check out the full thread, there’s gotta be at least a hundred pictures there!!! And maybe come back and share your favourites?

[guysofeurovision]

[indianchindian]

OMAR IS TEASING

[omrarchive]

[missmeganlee]

It’s 10 years of FO&O/The FOOO (Conspiracy) today so enjoy some FO&O era Omar pictures to celebrate! 💜

[wilmonisendgame]

Simon hanging out with his fishs

[omarrudberg-confessions]

do we think most ppl found out abt omar thru yr?

[the-words-we-sung]

Hurt like we did

[justfriendsbestthings]

I know it’s been a couple of weeks now but I’m actually still dying over all Omar parts in all FO&O songs. Like physical pain in my heart that’s how much I’m in love.

[writerthroufire]

Kangaroos by fo&o

A Simon fanfic about his first status wear.

Simon, with his curly hair bouncing against his back and his golden brown skin glistening in the sunlight, was a picture of youthful energy. He was out mowing lawns, his small frame pushing the heavy mower with surprising strength. The rhythmic hum of the engine was a familiar soundtrack to his summer days. After finishing the lawn, he switched to raking leaves, the crisp autumn air filling his lungs.

Between these odd jobs, Simon also worked full-time at the only pizzeria in town. He was always eager to help out, whether it was taking orders, prepping ingredients, or serving customers. His cheerful demeanor and infectious smile made him a favorite among both customers and coworkers.

Despite his demanding schedule, Simon never complained. He was driven by a determination to provide for his single mother and to save up for his own future. Every penny he earned went towards household expenses or his personal savings. He dreamed of having a little extra money to enjoy the simple pleasures of being a teenager, like buying new clothes or going out with friends.

While his friends were spending their summers on vacations or at parties, Simon was content with his humble pursuits. He found joy in the satisfaction of a job well done and the feeling of accomplishment that came with saving money. He believed that hard work was the key to success, and he was determined to prove it.

Simon's days were filled with a relentless rhythm of work. He would wake up early, grab a quick breakfast, and head out to mow lawns or rake leaves. The sun would be barely peeking over the horizon, casting long shadows across the dewy grass. As the day wore on, the heat would intensify, but Simon would press on, fueled by his determination.

After finishing his outdoor chores, he would hurry home to change into his pizzeria uniform. The smell of freshly baked pizza and the bustling atmosphere of the restaurant would greet him as he walked through the door. He would work tirelessly, taking orders, preparing food, and serving customers with a smile.

Evenings were spent catching up on homework or studying for exams. Simon was a dedicated student, determined to excel in his academics. Despite his busy schedule, he always made time for his studies, knowing that education was the key to a brighter future.

On weekends, Simon would often help his mother with household chores or errands. He was a dutiful son, always willing to lend a hand. He cherished the time he spent with his mother and sara, knowing that she was the one who had raised him to be the hardworking and responsible young man he was today.

Simon had finally reached a significant milestone. After months of diligent saving, he had accumulated enough money to purchase the coveted Kangaroo shoes he had been eyeing for so long. The high-top sneakers, with their vibrant reds and navy blues, were the perfect blend of style and comfort. However, to acquire these coveted shoes, Simon would have to venture into the bustling metropolis.

His best friends, Rosh and Ayub, were eager to celebrate this momentous occasion with him. Rosh, a passionate soccer player with a head full of dark hair, and Ayub, a video game enthusiast with flowing locks, were determined to make this day unforgettable. They convinced Simon to join them on a day trip to Stockholm, a city renowned for its vibrant culture and bustling streets.

As they approached the bustling city center, Simon's heart pounded with anticipation. He had heard stories about the vibrant atmosphere and the endless possibilities that Stockholm offered. As they rode through the city streets, Simon was amazed by the towering buildings, the bustling crowds, and the diverse range of shops.

Finally, they arrived at the shoe store where Simon had been dreaming of finding his perfect pair of Kangaroo shoes. The store was filled with a dazzling array of footwear, each pair more tempting than the last. Simon's eyes scanned the shelves, searching for the elusive high-tops. And then, there they were, sitting on a shelf, gleaming in the sunlight.

Simon stepped into the shoe store, his heart pounding with excitement. He made his way to the Kangaroo display, his eyes scanning the shelves for the perfect pair. There they were, the high-top sneakers in the exact red and navy blue combination he had been longing for. The shoes were even more stunning in person, with a stylish pocket on the side.

Without hesitation, Simon picked up the shoes and examined them closely. He noticed the intricate details, the high-quality materials, and the comfortable fit. These were the shoes he had been dreaming of, and he knew he had to have them.

With a nervous smile, Simon approached the salesperson and asked to try on the shoes. The salesperson was friendly and helpful, and she quickly brought him the correct size. As Simon slipped his feet into the sneakers, he felt a surge of joy. The shoes fit perfectly, like they were made just for him.

The shoes were more than just a pair of sneakers; they were a symbol of Simon's hard work and determination. They represented a milestone in his life, a tangible marker of his growing independence and social standing, only accomplished by hard work and careful planning.

As the curly haired boy admired himself in the mirror, Rosh and Ayub cheered him on. They were just as excited as he was about his new purchase. They had been there for him every step of the way, and they were proud of his accomplishments.

The shoes cost 3070 Swedish krona, a significant investment for Simon. However, he knew that it was worth every penny. These were the shoes he had been saving for, and they were a testament to his perseverance and self-belief.

With a newfound sense of confidence, Simon left the shoe store, carrying his precious cargo. He couldn't wait to show off his new sneakers to his friends and family. The Kangaroo shoes were more than just a pair of footwear; they were a symbol of his journey, a testament to his resilience, and a glimpse of his promising future.

Notes:

Hi! This is part of a work series on AO3 where I make docs based off tfc songs as they're very dear to me!

[boomboom-tanjiro2019]

THIS IS AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO VOTE FOR SIMON'S SONG ON MTV'S INSTAGRAM STORY TOMORROW

THEY ARE IN THE TOP TWO AND ARE GOING AGAINST PURPLE HEARTS WE GOT THIS GUYS

[notnowricky]

Anatomy of a Lie (I told myself and my bestie)

Me to bestie when I started terrorizing her with Omar content: Just listen to this one song. (hahaha) Amazing right?

That same week bestie adds Que Puedo Hacer to her playlist next to el divino Fonseca. (#winning)

Two days later: Don’t worry, we’ll definitely skip the boy band phase. (laughing intensifies)

Me a few days later: Oh, I saw one bit from the boy band era in an edit. I wonder what that was from? Okay, just a Quick Look™️ to see what it’s like. (laughter turns hysterical)

Me 12 hours later: Hey, I know I said no boy band stuff, but listen to this one.

(link to Build a Girl is sent, cackling can be heard in three counties)

(Btw, this is all said with the utmost love and a huge helping of cheeky winks—which Omar cannot do and neither can I, but in spirit I’m winking. We have nothing but love for boy bands. Always have, always will.)

That night I buy the song.

Three days later (after putting it on 🔂 in the car every day) I text bestie:

Now, whenever I listen to it ⬇️⬇️⬇️

No, I haven’t learned the original choreography yet.

Yes, I have added more boy band songs to the rotation.

Don’t send help.

To quote myself: I hate to say it, but THIS IS EXTREMELY MY SHIT. (Reader, I don’t hate it.)

~The End~

[omarrudbergarchive]