#ollie mn

[not-cool-enough-to-scuba-dive]

7, 23, 26!!

7. three songs you didn’t expect to like but eventually loved

Cherry Tree Down by Jonah Taylor Strange by Celeste Please Never Fall In Love Again by Ollie MN

23. three songs that never fail to get you pumped up

Bruises by Fox Stevenson The Nights by Avicii Caution by The Killers

26. three favourite non-English songs

Vor í Vaglaskógi by KALEO Pepas by Farruko Señor te Necesito by Jonah Taylor

I put uhhh way too much thought into that first one lol. tysm for the ask, ily!!

send me a number and I'll give you three songs!!

[fyeahcindie]

A few covers for a Sunday...

First up, in-demand violinist 盧思蒨 SzuChien Lu aka 老盧 with a quickie metal cover, arranged by her and mixed by 李詠恩 Joshua Lee (*fr. Hello Nico - no activity from them in 2 years, I wonder what’s going on...?)

Next, a sweet rendition of a tune by Ollie MN; this is LANDOKMAI, a clip posted years ago:

Finally, another Thai singer with a western-pop cover; this is tuayp (aka Chayata Sripanich) w/ Passiomidi on piano, covering Katy Perry:

Bonus clip - tuayp with her acoustic version of the same Ollie MN song:

[passive-t-u-m-b-l-r-user]

enough about taylor swift already. reblog and tag the smallest, least known artist you listen to

[cyanide-rifle]

Youtube put a biggggg flashback on my recommendation tab thingie

[badluv-bummies]

She lived, served cunt, then died 😞🙏

[lem0n-s0upss]

Omg i literally love this sm. Unfortunately- i have no people to tag other than abyss.

Abyss can tag people. Idk people on this scary app :))

@abyssal-art

1. Please Never Fall In Love - Ollie MN

2. Green - Cavetown

3. Mr. Loverman - Ricky Montgomery

4. Heather - Conan Gray

5. EARFQUAKE - Tyler The Creator

6. The Bidding - Tally Hall

7. It’s You - Cavetown

8. Cupid’s chokehold - Gym Class Heroes

9. Passing papers - Egg

10. Edward 40hands - Mom Jeans

tag game: shuffle your library, list 10 songs, and tag 10 people

Tagged by @tisthedamnseasns thanks!

Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Trouble by Valerie Broussard

Battle Scars by Daisy Clark

Invisible String by Taylor Swift

Nobody Puts Baby In the Corner by Fall Out Boy

House With No Mirrors by Sasha Sloan

Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Sloan

Runaway by Aurora

Apollo by Timebelle

Decode by Paramore

No pressure tags: @sleepless-crows @aroace-crow @wineonmytshirt @winterrhayle @placeapuppyinmyhair @hozierswift @multi-fandom-girlie @thatnerdyqueer @monapearlquo @youreonyourownkid @tsparis and anyone else who wants to!

[stonedopossums]

happy st urho's day to those who celebrate

[oconist]

no bc friendly dark is such a brocedes-coded song and it's killing me

[that-bitchdanni]

i am quite possibly sososososo strong for replying and messaging and showing up to things even though it’s scary. where’s my reward

[french-goodbye]

please never fall in love again

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: dating steve harrington is hard, especially when girls keep hitting on him.

notes: i wrote this a while ago but eventually forgot about it in the midst of all my wips lol. title from the song please never fall in love again by ollie mn.

you stare at the back of your boyfriend's head with narrowed eyes and your chin resting on your hands, an anger you know you shouldn't be feeling boiling beneath the surface of your skin. he, of course is none the wiser, as he is to most things, just chatting with eddie completely carefree by the bar.

you love steve harrigton, you really do. you think you fell in love with him on your first date and never really fell out of it. you've already planned your whole life with him, from getting married and having kids to growing old with him and sitting side by side on a wrap around porch. he's sweet, kind, he's great with kids and it doesn't hurt that he's easy on the eyes and great in bed.

his biggest flaw, however, is not exactly his fault. the worst thing about dating steve harrigton is the amount of women who hit on him on a daily basis. whether it's old ladies at the grocery store telling him he looks like their dead husbands or bored soccer moms looking for a little thrill or, the worst of all, the girls your age who slip him their phone number in old receipts over the counter at family video. these women are always there, like blood sniffing sharks, somehow finding a way to make a suggestive comment or a flirty joke.

most of the time, it doesn't really bother you even when it does happen in front of you. steve's the kind of guy who'd never cheat on you, simply because of who he is and how obsessed with you he is. sometimes, however, they can get a little too close and personal and you can't help but wish steve was a little less attractive. just a little.

and it's not that you don't trust him either, he's always quick and firm to shut them down when it happens. it's that they're the ones you don't trust, the girls with big permed blonde hair and fake tans and bright pink lipstick who look at you disdainfully when they realize you're together because they can barely take their eyes off of him for long enough to notice you're standing right next to him.

you're out at a bar celebrating jonathan's birthday when it happens this time, steve and eddie having offered to get everyone another round, the two of them leaning against the bar talking while they wait when a girl from the booth in the corner approaches them. she's clearly a little bit more than tipsy and obviously focused on steve as she talks to them, avidly taking him in and resting her hand on his forearm. he doesn't even blink, just smoothly leans away from her and tells her something that makes her leave as fast as she arrived.

you can barely hear nancy as she complains about her male coworkers on her summer job, as you heatedly stare at his stupidly nice hair and broad shoulders as your boyfriend laughs at something eddie said, hand scratching his neck. you're still watching him with scrunched eyebrows and a sour expression when you feel robin poking your cheek, making you look at her and gently slap her hand away.

"why are you poking me?"

"why are you staring at steve like he kicked your puppy?" she asks, frowning, looking back and forth between the two of you like a tennis match.

"i'm not" she gives you a flat look with raised brows. "fine," you huff. "why do women always hit on him? we can't take him anywhere"

"no idea, you tell me"

"urgh" you groan, throwing your arms around her and resting your head on her shoulder. "god, i hate men"

"amen sister" you hang onto her for a second as she takes a noisy sip of her empty drink through her straw and taps your back sympathetically a few times before gently pushing you away as steve and eddie walk back to your table, drinks in hands and still chatting distractedly.

she softly claps her hands, enthusiastically and telling you a quiet "yay" as she turns back to nancy and jonathan, as the two argue wether or not their coworkers are sexist (they totally are).

you're still laughing at robin's drunken antics when steve comes to your side again and sets your new drink on the table in front of you, resting his hand on your lower back. you let him but when he leans over you to press a kiss to your hair, you promptly dodge away from him and out of his reach. from the corner of your eye, you can see how he frowns at that and silently watches you for a second as you pretend to listen to what nancy says.

his hand on your lower back climbs all the way up to the back of your neck so he turn your head his away, forcing you to look at his big brown eyes staring at you like you just kicked his puppy and you almost feel guilty. almost.

"what's wrong?" he asks.

you shrug, "nothing's wrong."

"are you mad at me or something?"

"no" you slowly shake your head in negative, shrugging.

"gimme a kiss then" he rests one of his hands on your face tilting your head his way while the other on your neck guides your face to his. you lean in and press a quick kiss to his cheek and look away, accidentally making eye contact with the girl who just hit on him. she's watching the two of you, quickly looking away when she notices she was caught staring.

"you saw that, huh" he tells you, hands settling on your waist instead so he can look at you.

"hard not to" you huff, picking invisible lint from your pants.

"then you know nothing happened"

"of course i know that, i trust you" you complain as you roll your eyes and gesticulate to show your frustration "but i-it just makes so insanely angry when they touch you like that, like they have any right to-" you stop your ranting mid sentence when you realize the look on his face. "what? why are you looking at me like that?"

"nothing" he clears his throat and looks down to uselessly smooth non existing wrinkles on your top. you watch him though narrowed eyes and gasp when it hits you, making him look at you again. "what?"

"you like it when i'm jealous" you accuse, lightly poking his chest.

"no, i don't"

"yes, you do. i can't believe i never noticed it before" you huff an incredulous laugh, remembering all the times girls hit on him in front of you and he said nothing but affirmations of how much he's in love with you and how he could never want somebody else, acting more attentive and affectionate than usual later, pressing you against his body and kissing kissing kissing you until he was the only thing on your mind.

"okay, it's not what you're thinking" he replies running a hand through his hair nervously.

"what am i thinking, harrington?" you ask, lifting one eyebrow as a smirk makes it's way to your lips.

"it's not an ego thing" you laugh softly at him, letting your fingers run soothingly through the hair at the nape of his neck, finally giving into the temptation to get your hands on him. "it's just- i like knowing how much you want me just for yourself, how much you care about me."

you stare at him for a moment, taking in his sincere brown eyes and his fluffy hair, feeling impossibly endeared by the boy in front of you. he fidgets under your stare, so you smooth your hands down his shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath his shirt.

"well, i do care... a lot" you tell him, pretending to be coy and batting your eyelashes at him. "but it's not like i blame her"

"what?" he looks at you blankly, confused.

"i mean, look at you" you pull him closer and then closer still, still smirking. "those nice brown eyes, the pretty hair, those shoulders... nevermind how much of a charmer you are. damn harrington, no wonder women keep throwing themselves at you."

"babe" he groans embarrassedly, "they're not throwing themselves-" he dramatically drops his forehead on your shoulder making you laugh at his discomfort, letting brown strands of hair slip through your fingers as you comfortingly pet his hair and he squeezes your waist in reprimand.

"it's true!"

he pulls you closer by the grip he has on your waist and burrows his face in the crook of your neck in lieu of an answer. you let him have it even though you would like to see his face and the way his blush is probably spreading from his cheek to his neck and rest your chin into his shoulder as you hug him.

"but one of these days i'll have to step in and defend your honor"

"please don't" he pulls away and cups your neck, thumbs brushing your cheek and staring at you disapprovingly, his eyelashes touching at the corners, the hint of a smile still on his face.

"i don't know, maybe i'll have to challenge them to a duel to the death" you disagree and look at him from under your eyelashes. he gives you an affectionate look that'd make you nauseous were it not directed at you and presses a long lingering kiss to your lips.

"shut up" he whispers against your lips. you gladly do, at least until eddie and robin start throwing balled up paper napkins at your head. it's worth it though.

[haleyincarnate]

there is something about silence that only the woods understand.

Excerpt from “The Quarry, Sandstone, MN”, Dead Dad Jokes by Ollie Schminkey

[22mg]

u never ever felt so low but it sounds great on the radio

(lyrics by ollie mn)

[velveteencryptid]

Just rewatched The Carnival Job and had some new headcanons pop in my brain so join me for some backstage adventures:

Molly says, "Mirrors and I aren't on speaking terms lately. I just don't like what I see." This is never explained, just used later to help find Molly. New HC? Molly is nonbinary or trans and just starting to figure it out. They're not getting along with mirrors because they're hitting puberty and starting to look more feminine, and they don't like it.

Unrelated: maybe after the episode Molly asks their dad for karate lessons. They're thinking they want to be like Elliot - capable and badass and saving people (and wouldn't he just love/hate that impression he left on Molly). Dad is thinking, after what just happened that's a great f*cking idea. And also, after what just happened, he finds himself incapable of saying no to Molly anyway.

Eventually Molly becomes Ollie (short for Oliver maybe?) and godd*mn if their dad isn't the most supportive dad in the whole LGBTQ universe because... after what happened, how can he not be?

Maybe Ollie's dad ends up being that guy at pride parades offering free dad love to those missing it, and Ollie can barely remember a time when dad was distant anymore.

Eventually maybe Ollie becomes a security expert, or some sort of law enforcement agent (one of the good ones the Leverage team would gladly work with). All thanks to that one sub security guy Elliot who saved them and their dad at that random carnival.

On that note, I'd love to see an episode all about the folks left behind after the jobs are done, especially the kids. The people whose lives were changed for the better by Leverage, who were inspired to create more positive change in the world, who saw a miracle done by strangers (or thieves, depending on how much they knew) and thought... if they can do that, I can do SOMETHING.

Dean Devlin, get on that!

[cutienextcountry]

please never fall in love again || Oikawa Tooru

summary: Toru reflecting on your relationship

genre: songfic/ can be interpreted as both fluff or angst

''Could have been one lonely night''

Nothing about this night was special, nothing about it was different. His room was organised just like the days before, his clock was as always ticking uncomfortably loud and the clean laundry his mom told him to put away the night before was still sitting neatly folded on top of his chair. In his unchanged and unmoved room he was, the infamous Oikawa Tooru, laying alone on his bed.

''Just like the others''

It was a lonely night, one that he hasn't felt in a while. It felt cold, even though he was still sweating from his volleyball practice that took place earlier on. In the background he could hear the wind gently howling, showing just how quiet and lonely the house actually is. His parents were out, catching up with a bunch of friends while his beloved sister had already moved out, now being somewhere else she calls home alongside her loved ones. He played with the tought of putting on some music or a movie just to fill the silence, ultimately decided against it though as he began to get lost in thoughts. 

''But you lit up my life''

You were the light in his life.

You were there in the darkest of his life, helping him find the light again, guiding him. Like the sun you bought him warmth, making him addicted to the homeliness you radiated and crave for it with every breath he took. Like the stars you twinkled, leaving him mesmerised and to stop in his tracks just to admire you. And like the moon you comforted him, changed his never ending circle of insecurities and touched his heart with the words that would always fall from your gentle voice.

''This is what it's like to be lovers''

You were someone who showed him what it’s like to feel butterflies in his stomach, to forget his own name when you first talked to him, to blush whenever you would get too close. All those almost cliché and overused symptoms and indications to describe the feeling of love, he realized were in fact not as cliché as he thought and overused because they were simply real. His love for you was real and something he didn't think he was capable of. He didn't think he was capable of loving someone as much as he loved you.

You showed him what it's like to be lovers.

''You and me need never be lonely again''

Lonely nights just like this one started becoming less and less. Those hours of darkness he used to hate so much turned into hours he loved with a passion since those were spend with you. Silly and memorable decisions were made at times like that because according to you, the night was still young, perfect for all kinds of little adventures.

''Spin with me endlessly or at least until the end''

One of your favorite activities was to just to sway together to music, enjoying each others presence since nothing mattered in that moment. Promises, laughs, declarations and secrets were made and exchanged at times like these and in those moments Oikawa wished he could stop time and just stay there with you until the very end.

''Please never fall in love again

Oh, please never fall in love again''

Yeah, he really hopes you never fall in love again...

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Make sure to give the song this story is based on a listen!

''please never fall in love again''- Ollie MN