#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!!

[badluv-bummies]

She lived, served cunt, then died 😞🙏

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

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

[7-crows-in-a-trench-coat]

love was a scam created by big Emotion to sell more all-encompassing, world-shattering misery

[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)

[hmslusitania]

The Flash, 1.01

Ollie: you didn’t just run 600 miles to say hi

Barry: no

Okay so. Portland is used for the establishing shots of Central City which is whatever, it’s fine, but typically in DC lore, Central City/Keystone City tend to be where Kansas City is in our world.

So, if Star(ling) City, which has been established to be a coastal place in Arrowverse, is 600 miles or so from Central City, MO, that makes the options the Great Lakes generally. Chicago’s only 400~ miles away. Green Bay is about 500. Duluth, MN is about 550~. But! Toledo, Ohio is just about 600 miles from Kansas City. Which is probably the funniest possible place to put Oliver Queen imo

[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 

[iforgotwhaticalledthis]

decided to play Name That Character: JRWI edition! with my sister, @watermelonfrog2 so here are the names she came up with:

Prime Defenders:

William Wisp - Timothee Chalamet. this was especially funny since william wisp was set as my phone wallpaper and i would continually show it to her going "i love william wisp"

Mark Winters- Allmight

Ashe Winters- The girl

Vyncent Sol - Machiavelli

Dakota Cole - Anime Redoons (she is a lifestealer and it shows)

Tide - first she called him Aquaman than Tyrus. which was surprisingly close

Le Frog-Turtle man

Apotheosis:

Thanatos- Hollow Knight

Rumi-Astarion(they specifically called him that one guy from Baldurs gate. but I Knew)

Peter Sqloint - Tubbo and Tony stark. she did not sy this as seperate names, they just said "tubbo and tony stark." as though that is his full name

Riptide:

Caspian: The hot woman(refering to Jay). upon being told that was a man, she first tried to remember Gillions name, before going with Jack Skellington

Chip: "Oh thats the man with the abs! Sexy Jack Sparrow! No, wait. Chip!"

Lizzie - Juniper

Edyn - Mermaid queen

Jasmine Drake - Jack Skelligiging (that spelling is intentional)

Pretzel - The bird whose actually the grandpa(i told her pretzel wasnt a bird. she doubled down)

Jay Ferin - Memoriam

Gillion - Gillion( i hd accidentally reveled his name earlier)

Marshall John - One Punch Man

Gryffon - War mongerer

Queen- Kingdom hearts Seele (Seele being chracter from honkai star rail. They do not know what kingdom hearts is.)

Finn - The Grandpa

Drey Ferin - Jack Stauber

Arlin- Arrow guy.(from ATLA) upon being told he was arlin she said "No, arlin is a small child with white hair." i dont know where she got this from.

Ollie - Phillip

Old Man Earl - God/ the grandpa(refering to Finn)/ The old mn from parour civilization

The Suckening: Arthur Bennet - Hades

Soda - Soup(no thats me)(she saw his name around the thing on his neck but couldnt read it properly ) Also called him Charlie Morningstar

Deacon Keller - The shooter

Edward Twilight - Astarion but Dracula

Emizel - Adventurine(another character from honkai star rail.) recieved immediate distress upon learning his name was emizel

Shilo - Martyninthelittlewood

Grefgor-803( i took a screenshot of grefgor on google and the time was 8:03 , hence the name)

Wonderlust:

Troy Lougferd - Alberu Crossman

Runt - Bitsy

Blink - Hoot Hoot

Additional one because he exists outside of any one campaign: Goobleck - Goob

[urpaperboy]

Also I love song association so… don’t mind me right now as i do my personal song associations :3

SouthernStars / StarMoth ⭐️🏍️

I Wanna Be Yours - Artic Monkeys

Stargazing - The Neighbourhood

Hungover In The City of Dust - Autoheart

SouthernFlower / FlowerSeed 🌸🏍️

Disappear Daily - Ollie MN

More than Friends - Aiden Bissett

Like or Like Like - Miniature Tigers

Floral Wine / RoseWine 🌸🍷

Saturn - SZA

Those Eyes - New West

In My Mind - Lyn Lapid

Okay that’s it hope you like it !! :3

- ⭐️

[disastercyborgecho]

SOBB Week #5 [Both Prompts]

I am tired and Feeling Emotions, and using Omega to make sense of them :')

Prompt: “You’re a bad liar.”

Prompt: “Need a hand?”

I wanted to explore Crosshair and Omega's journey of healing in this one. We all know this is not a linear process, and I feel like at the beginning, Cross would struggle more than most in finding a way to feel safe enough to open up. I see so much of his need to appear strong in Omega, and I think it would transfer to both of their coping mechanisms as well. And so this happened, and I made myself even more sad <3

Title taken from 'In Quiet Rooms' by Ollie MN (I highly recommend checking it out, it is such a Crosshair song, and very beautiful)

I hope y'all like it!

@summer-of-bad-batch

One of my favorite bits in this one:

"It was a silent thing, his sadness. Curled up tight in his throat and seeping out through his skin in pitiful jumps and starts, collapsing his posture inward and wetting his sun-bleached shorts with tears. A sheepish loth-cat, whimpering under the harsh hand of a hateful owner after it had broken a bowl by accident. Omega wasn’t sure if Cross had been the one to hurt the animal until it cowered away, or if it had been someone else. She didn’t like that she already kind of knew."

***

To Love in Quiet Rooms

Omega wasn’t scared of Crosshair. Of course she wasn’t. But. Well, sometimes, it was easy to forget the time he spent loyally serving the Empire, and other times…it wasn’t. 

Mostly, he was quiet. When they all made it home, nursing varying degrees of injury, he disappeared for days, only to return when Echo went and dragged him out of whatever corner he had holed up in. Mostly, Omega could find him when she wanted to spend time in companionable silence, curling up in porch rocking chairs as they read different books, or she chatted about her day and he carefully sketched in a small notebook he had dug up from somewhere, balancing it on his thighs and forearm as he drew. 

But sometimes he would stop eating and showering and just sit and stare at the wall, ignoring everything around him. Even as Wrecker plied him with freshly baked treats, or Tech would read to him until he lost his voice.

Sometimes he would fly into a rage, throwing plates and mugs from their small kitchen against the wall, screaming at Hunter through tears. ‘How could you do that? How could you give me up so easily?’ 

Crosshair’s hand would shake and his face would turn red, and Hunter would shake his head at her when he saw that Omega was watching through a crack in the door between her room and the common area. She was not supposed to know about these moments. Everything was supposed to be better now. They were supposed to be better now. 

Sometimes she didn’t think that was true at all. 

She found him on the ‘fresher floor one night when she couldn’t sleep through Hemlock’s laughter and cold, inhuman hands pushing needles into her skin over and over and over and–

And she was exhausted when she stumbled across Crosshair curled into a ball between the toilet and the shower as she tried to get a glass of water. His head was in the toilet, gagging, and sweat glistened on his skin when he looked up to see who had disturbed him. Omega winced at the smell and the pallor sitting just under his tanned skin, and turned on the dimmest setting of the light she could as she carefully stepped around the sink and knelt down next to him. He was shaking. 

“...You okay?” she asked hesitantly. She wasn’t sure if this was like the moments they shared on the porch, or if this was one of those times she was supposed to pretend wasn’t happening.

“Get away from me,” Came the hissed answer.

Seems like it was the second option.

When she didn’t immediately move away, Crosshair grunted in annoyance and tried to stumble up towards the sink to wash the taste of vomit out of his mouth. Omega could relate, having had her own fair share of nights spent on the cold ‘fresher floor, and scooted out of the way. But as she watched on silently, Cross tried again and again to turn the handles of the faucet with his remaining hand, failing every time as his bones tried to vibrate out of his body. Twitching and jerking uncontrollably, he couldn’t seem to get a grip on the smooth metal of the contraption, and eventually he gave up and collapsed back onto the floor next to Omega, shoulders shaking and head tucked into his knees.

It took her a moment, content enough to allow this moment to distract her from her own dark thoughts, to realize that he was crying. It was a silent thing, his sadness. Curled up tight in his throat and seeping out through his skin in pitiful jumps and starts, collapsing his posture inward and wetting his sun-bleached shorts with tears. A sheepish loth-cat, whimpering under the harsh hand of a hateful owner after it had broken a bowl by accident. Omega wasn’t sure if Cross had been the one to hurt the animal until it cowered away, or if it had been someone else. 

She didn’t like that she already kind of knew. 

“Need a hand?” She asked after a few more minutes had passed. “I could get you some water or something…”

She knew how to comfort her other brothers in moments like these. Hugging Echo so tightly in the hopes that she could single handedly  hold his body together. Telling Tech over and over that she cared for him, no matter how many times he needed to hear it. Drawing Wrecker pictures of their family, and always listening to him when he needed someone to talk to. Letting her head rest on Hunter’s shoulder and reminding him that he was loved. That he was trusted.

But she had yet to learn the language Crosshair spoke in his most vulnerable moments. 

“Go away,” He hissed again, harsher this time, through his tears. “Why can’t you just leave me alone? Everyone else always does in the end. They know that I’m rotten inside, and that I’ll infect them too, but–” He scrubbed his hand down his face and bared his teeth. “But you’re too stupid to get him, aren’t you? A stupid little girl who doesn’t know when she’s not wanted.” ‘

And it hurt. She couldn’t pretend that it didn’t. 

Sure, she knew that he was struggling, and that he didn’t mean it, not really, but it stung. It made her clench her fists at her side and her face heat up, because how did Crosshair always know exactly what felt most like needles under her skin?

But then she looked at her older brother, curled up into a ball almost as small as her on the ‘fresher floor next to her, the soft light reflecting off of scarred hollow cheeks and a hand that couldn’t stop twitching, the knuckles white from scar tissue and the fingers twisted and crooked. And she took a deep breath.

“Okay,” she said.

And she got up and left.

It only took a moment to fetch a plastoid cup from the cupboard in the kitchen, unbreakable when stuck between ‘fresher floors and shaking hands. Then she made her way back to her brother.

“Need help with this?” She asked, standing in the doorframe. He looked up at her again, mirroring the moment only minutes ago when Omega first found him. She filled the cup in the sink and took her place back at his side. He was warm, and she leaned in to his side. He let her. 

“No,” he answered. His voice was flat now. No venom in it, just tired.

She shrugged and handed him the half-full cup carefully, and he managed to grab it at least, but he couldn’t control his muscles enough to raise it without spilling everything down his stretched out t-shirt. 

“You’re a bad liar,” said Omega. 

Then she reached up, and carefully she helped him raise the cup to his lips and drink. He let her. Then they sat. Neither knew how long it had been, but eventually the bright Pabu sun began to reach its fingers through the window every so carefully, and Crosshair shifted his weight a bit as the soft light turned his hair from gray to a glowing white. 

“I’m…sorry,” He said, slowly. Clunky. Uncomfortable. 

Omega looked up at him, the cup still held in her hand, empty now. There were bags under his eyes, and she was sure she shared them, and for a moment the sun turned their hair the same color. Twins in the face of their trauma and tragedy. Twins in the face of dealing with it on their own, snapping at anyone who tried to comfort them, desperate to prove that they were fine, and that they would be fine without the help of anyone else. It ached, seeing her sadness reflected back at her in the lines of the face of one of the people she loved most in the world. She wondered if the next time she offered to help him, Crosshair would accept it. She wondered if she would. She didn’t know.

“Okay.” She said.

Then she let herself curl up into his shoulder, and let her eyes slip shut knowing that she would not dream of anything with her brother there to keep her safe. The last thing she felt was a hand in her hair, gently untangling it strand by strand.

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[buttonpoetry]

Performed Strike Theater in Minneapolis, MN

“Everyone tells me that my dad will always be watching over me, and I’m like, Shut up I’m just trying to masturbate.”

Don’t miss this poem from Ollie Schminkey, performing Strike Theater in Minneapolis, MN

Get Ollie’s book, Where I Dry the Flowers.