Oliver Thompson

{Twenty-Two}{Pansexual}{He/Him} Past Life: George Harrison FC: Matthew Beard | RP Only

[oliveroftheblue-blog]

innovativewriterreincarnate:

“I’m starting to feel a little luckier about this…” Letting out a small chuckle as he continued to tease somewhat, giving a warm smile. “Ah, well. I’ll stay warm and my mom will probably make me several more i’ll have to wear when she’s around. It’s fine.”

"I guess it's the thought that counts, regardless of the material." Oliver laughed as a faceless image of Edward's mother popped into his mind, her hands working effortlessly to provide him with an endless amount of ugly sweaters. "I really hope for your sake that winter isn't long this year."

[innovativewriterreincarnate-blog]

“And my mum insisted that I wear this awful sweater, so here I am. Wishing that I’d brought a coat because I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything uglier.” Looking down briefly before he shook his head, turning to the person besides him. “I can get her to make you one if you want?” He joked.

[oliveroftheblue-blog]

"Sounds like something my mom would have done, except she probably would have made my sweater out of recycled materials." Oliver joked back, sort of... he wouldn't have put it past his mom. "As lovely as that offer is, I'm going to have to pass. It does look fairly cozy, though."

[oliveroftheblue-blog]

the-backbeat-of-george:

“Thanks. I feel a little weird, kind of feels like people are staring at me,” the cringed lightly. “I haven’t seen an Eddie, but I definitely saw a really amazing Magenta. No Riff Raff, Dr. Frank N. Furter, or Rocky. I think Rocky would probably be the easiest costume for a guy to do, you know?” Reaching out, they pulled a small bit of straw for Oliver’s costume and twirled it between their fingers. “Well, I think I like your scarecrow more than the Oz one anyway.”

“No, leave it there. It can be a… commentary on the obsession of youth and how fleeting it is. Just don’t ask me how exactly it does that.”

"If anyone's staring it's probably because they're admiring your costume. It's Halloween, right? I think if you're catching stares from everyone then it's a good thing. You don't want to blend in on Halloween." Oliver shrugs, disappointed at their answer, "Oh, darn. Well at least you're the only Colombia here, too. I've seen about ten vampires and that was just walking in." He laughs at the thought of someone walking around in gold shorts, "In this weather though?" His eyes go down to where George is playing with his costume, and blushing, he smiles, "Thanks.”

Oliver tilts his head, "I'll save that one for one of the art majors around here." He sighs, unsure of what to do next. It's not typical that he feels awkward around George, in fact he can't remember a time where he's felt this weird, but standing there it’s like he barely knows George. "So, um, do you want to go look for some food, or...?" Not that the food there was likely edible.

[modern1960s-deactivated20180330]

George Harrison, Stuart Sutcliffe and John Lennon early in their careers in Hamburg (Germany), 1960

[oliveroftheblue-blog]

Questionnaire:

PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.

education: qualified / unqualified / studying.

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no.

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated.

has a child or children / has no children / wants children.  

close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased.

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded  / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between

loyal / disloyal / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS:

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic.

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes  / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.

philosophical: yes / no.

OPINIONS

pro-choice / anti-abortion /  doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-marriage / anti-marriage / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-death penalty / anti-death penalty  / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / doesn’t know or on the fence.

left wing / right wing / middle / doesn’t know or on the fence.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual.

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes  / frequently / to excess.

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

[mlderscully]

“I felt in love, not with anything or anybody in particular but with everything.”

[oliveroftheblue-blog]

the-backbeat-of-george:

“Yeah. Columbia,” they nodded, their shoulders slumping a little as they did their best to take up as little room as possible. They felt awkward, but didn’t want to let on. “So… the Wonderful Wizard of Oz scarecrow or just a regular one?” they asked, smiling as they brushed a few strands of hair out of their eyes.

“So it’s not fit for drinking so much as it is for being used to strip paint from a deck? Abandoned drinks don’t really just get magicked away,” George laughed, shaking their head at him.

"It looks good." He reassured them, his face remaining soft. Whispering more to himself than to George, “It’s different.” Oliver looked around the room, his focus away from George for a moment. Catching himself, he made up a quick excuse,, “I’m just looking for a Magenta, or a Meat Loaf...Eddie...” He didn’t now why, but part of him had regretted asking them about their costume first. Maybe he could have been Eddie. “Oh, I’m just a regular ol’ Scarecrow.” He clicked his tongue, “I don’t have the rights to The Wizard of Oz one.”

Shaking his head, his eyes closing in contemplation, “Yeah, that’s true.” When he opened his eyes he pointed towards his cup, “Should I dispose of it properly? It’s just that I’m not sure if there’s a hazardous waste nearby.”

[oliveroftheblue-blog]

the-backbeat-of-george:

The fishnet stockings had been a mistake, the shorts made them look ridiculous and the heels had definitely been a mistake, but there was no going back now. Their mom had even helped them with their makeup and they weren’t going home… until they saw Oliver and said ‘hello’.

They spotted Oliver as soon as he arrived, but hung back while feeling a bit like a creeper. It was only when their phone vibrated in their jacket pocket and they read his text that they forced themselves to move, sneaking up as best they could behind him. “I’m here too,” they said, “and you really shouldn’t leave your drink unattended. Someone might slip you something.”

Oliver jumped slightly when someone approached them. He was a little ashamed that he didn't immediately recognize his best friend, only realizing it was George after hearing their voice. “Wow, that's... your costume...Columbia, right?” Grimacing at his own stammering, he felt bad for reacting that way. George looked good, but they always did. He just wasn't used to seeing so much makeup. It wasn’t really them. But that was a dumb thing to think. It was Halloween! Of course there'd be makeup! Costumes! Masks! 

He shrugged at their comment, "Eh, it's probably got something in it. I'm not sure it's really drinkable. I was hoping that it’d just disappear."

[oliveroftheblue-blog]

Oliver was kind of proud of his costume. He had put it together last minute, but that didn't mean he hadn't put effort into it. The straw was a little itchy, though. Showing up at the community center, he kept an eye out for George as he made his way through the dance floor. He hadn't asked what their costume was before deciding to meet up, so he wasn't sure what to look for. Oliver was sure that he'd still recognize them, though. How different could they look? 

He grabbed a cup of punch, a decision he’d soon regret once the liquid hit his tongue. Oliver didn’t know what he was drinking, but it didn’t seem fit for human consumption. Finishing what was in his mouth, he decided to set the cup down and abandon it. There was nothing worth keeping in that cup. 

Pulling out his phone, he sent George a text, "I'm here. How about you?"

[oliveroftheblue-blog]

Halloween Task

Scarecrow

[notaprincessarevolutionary-blog]

“When I was a kid, I always thought Belle from Beauty and the Beast was supposed to be me. It probably didn’t help that we both had brown hair and loved reading, not to mention the same name. I don’t know, I kind of liked thinking my life would be a fairytale. Maybe that’s what I’ll dress up as for Halloween. What do you think?”

[oliveroftheblue-blog]

“Growing up I just remember the cat from Oliver and Company, his name was Oliver. Unless it was the dog? I don’t even remember now. The beast used to scare me as a kid, but I think Belle's a great costume.

[the-backbeat-of-george-blog]

“Oh thank you. Lets make my place a total mess.” Even as they spoke George’s smile betrayed just how okay they were with that. “Shut up! That’s completely accurate, minus the haunted paintbrush, but still… shut up,” they laughed. It was a bit exciting, knowing Oliver would get to see them paint even if they looked more than a bit odd while doing it.

“I’ll see what I can find in the way of hollowed out canes, but I’m not making any promises.” They couldn’t hold back a smile at Oliver’s oncoming/ongoing rant. It was one of those brilliant things that they found charming about him. “Should you have kept the beard?” they tapped their chin, mulling the question over in their head as they recalled exactly what Oliver had looked like with a beard. “I didn’t hate the beard, but clean-shaven you isn’t a disaster either. I don’t know how hipster is was, but it was pretty great just the same.” Of course they kept talking long after they ought to have stopped. Soon enough they’d dig themselves into a verbal hole they wouldn’t be able to get out of. “You have to say that. You think if you don’t it’ll hurt my feelings.”

[oliveroftheblue-blog]

"If we paint at my place we'll have to put plastic over everything. I don't know about you, but that kills the vibe for me. It's more like a set up for a crime." He reasoned, his face stern for a moment before he broke out into a laugh in their expense, "No, no. I’m not going to shut up! That’s not fair because I'm only looking out for you. If you start getting too weird, I'll send your paintbrush to a priest. I went to school with Ali Burrows. I'll call up her dad." Oliver took their plans seriously, but it helped his nerves to joke about the whole thing. 

Oliver sighed, pretending to be disappointed by their remark, "Well, if you must... a regular cane will do." He smiled, his fingers still running along his chin, "I appreciate that. I'm not asking for much, so I'll take 'not a disaster' over anything else." It was actually quite the compliment in his opinion and he had to turn away to hide the blush forming along his cheeks. He shook his head at George's comment, "No, not in this this case... it's like when you want to say something, but someone says it before you. You can either keep quiet for fear of sounding like a copycat, or possibly insincere, but I really mean it."

[the-backbeat-of-george-blog]

“It’ll definitely be a mess. I tend to get a bit flingy with the paint if I really get into a place where I’m really in it.” There were times where they felt like they were being transported elsewhere while they painted then would suddenly become aware of their surroundings again and marvel at the work of art they’d created. “I would never make fun of you. And if you think you look like an idiot writing lyrics you’re going to have your mind blown at how ridiculous I look when I paint. My mom says she’s walked in on me with my tongue sticking out the side of my mouth, eyes super focused, and body all scrunched up like some kind of contortionist.” They couldn’t imagine anything more horrible than making fun of Oliver… or anyone, for that matter.

“Yeah, so I’ve heard. I think for Christmas I’ll get you a cane to shake at all those kids on your lawn.” They couldn’t help but laugh a bit harder than they’d expected to. “How would you make the association with rock stars and not bathing? The indie look… yeah, I can see that. You’ve got a bit of an indie look about you, but I don’t think that makes you a hipster… or maybe it does. Maybe we should investigate this possible hipster-ish further.” They pulled a face at Oliver and shook their head, their eyes flicking up to his hair and, for a second, thought about what it’d feel like to run their fingers through his hair. “If anyone could start their domination of the world by switching up candles on people I think it’d be you.” George nodded their head slowly, knowing everything Oliver was saying was right… though they wondered, if he didn’t believe in perfection for the most part, in what situation would he believe in perfection. “Alright, you got me there. I don’t know that it’s a made up concept, but it sort of puts a person on a pedestal that’s not really fair to them… though you’re still pretty great,” they shrugged, feeling a bit awkward as they looked down at their shoes. 

[oliveroftheblue-blog]

"We should probably go to your place then." Oliver's place wasn't the tidiest place around, but it definitely wasn't built for being an art studio. "That sounds like something horror movies are made out of," He teased, his mind trying come up with images of George while they painted, “local artist gets possessed by a haunted paintbrushes, contorts body... makes weird faces.” The more he thought about it the more he realized they were probably going to make fools of themselves but he somehow didn't feel bothered by this fact.

"Only if it has one of those cool marble tops. You know the ones with things inside?" He shrugged his shoulders slightly at George's question, "I don't know. I guess having an "indie" look can appear dirty, too. But it's more earthy? Rock stars seem..” Oliver sighed heavily, realizing that he was going on a rant to nowhere. He didn’t even know what his deal was, he supposed that he just didn’t like the attitude of students in Craig’s class, but George was right. he was sounding like an old man. Oliver was glad to have the conversation shift towards whether or not he was a hipster, rather that than an old man, “I had a beard a few months ago. Do you think I should have kept it?” Rubbing his chin, reminiscing over the beard that had now been long gone, "I think it completed the potential hipster look." He placed his hands together as if he was scheming up a plot, “But you can’t tell anyone.” Oliver cleared his throat, "Sorry, sometimes my mom comes out, but I think you're pretty great too."

[the-backbeat-of-george-blog]

“And even if we don’t come up with anything good,” they said, grinning just a bit more than they meant to, “at least we’ll have fun together making a great big mess.” They could only imagine the beautiful things that they and Oliver would come up with. The possibility of it all even scared them a little bit. They weren’t, after all, used to having anyone around while they painted… it’d be a bit like being naked in front of someone. Not quite, but sort of.

“I haven’t, but I feel like maybe you have and you’ve told them to get off your lawn.” As they spoke a small smile formed at the corner of their lips. “You can’t really blame them for wanting to be a rock star. It all looks so glamorous when you don’t think about all the work that goes into it.” Craig was a good teacher and, even if they didn’t show it, anyone not paying him the respect he deserved bothered them. “Coconut instead of vanilla? That sounds more like you being a bit malicious and handing out the wrong candles on purpose… unless this is your way of telling me that you’ve got no sense of smell. I maintain that you’re wrong. You’re pretty close to perfect actually.”

[oliveroftheblue-blog]

Oliver was doubtful that George would make something awful, feeling as though it would be him to drop the ball. At the same time, he didn't feel that nervous about their collaboration which made him actually have hope that they would make something worthwhile. It was odd to be excited about making music because most of the time even though he loved the idea of it, he often found himself wanting to curl up in a ball and avoid actually writing a song or performing. "It's probably going to be a mess, but yeah, it's going to be a lot of fun as well.." Maybe that's why it didn't seem so scary. He wasn't expected to make anything decent, he was just expected to show up and have a good time with George. That was something that he could do, and it was something he was looking forward to. "You just can't make fun of me because I probably look like an idiot when I'm trying to write lyrics down.” he warned, his hand sliding down his cheek, “There's a lot of cursing and mumbling that goes on."

He couldn't help but laugh at their comment, "Waving around a newspaper really helps." Oliver crinkled his nose, "I always associate rock stars with people who don't bathe. I don't know if it looks glamorous, but I'm sure there's appeal for some people. I kind of like... the indie look. Does that make me a hipster? I'm not sure. I feel like I'm sounding like one right now." Pushing his hair back with his hand, "You've caught me. I'm starting out small, a little candle switching here and there, but world domination is my goal." He shook his head at their assumption, "I don't believe in perfection. I mean, for the most part anyway. I'm going to sound like my mom right now, but perfection is a made up concept. We're all a little flawed, and I think that's okay."

[the-backbeat-of-george-blog]

“I like that… I like the sound of that. Did you want to… how did you want to do this? Like sit in the same room and I paint while you write songs?” they queried, trying to hold back just how excited this made them. Making music and art together felt as though it would be the best George could hope for and they were happy to settle for that.

“I’d feel a bit bad if we really have driven him to day drink,” they laughed a little, before shaking the thought away. “You were misinformed, but alright, I’ll allow that as being one of the things you were wrong about. I’ll allow it under protest, but I’ll allow it. Now you just need two other things… we’re going to be here all night while you try and come up with them.”

[oliveroftheblue-blog]

He pictured their plan in his head, his lips curving into a smile as the images filled his head, "I think that would be a cool idea, yeah. I feel like we could come up with something really good, something unique." He also liked the idea of spending time with them, making something with them, and for once he didn't feel completely nervous about sharing his music with someone else.

Oliver started to laugh, "Honestly, I doubt we'd to blame. Have you met some of the kids in his class this year?" He asked, ignoring the fact that he had just referred to people close to his age as kids, "They're a mess, and I don't think they're taking his class seriously. Everyone wants to be a rock star." Oliver had goofed off in Craig’s class, too, but when it came down to learning, he had actually taken his class seriously. Oliver nodded, satisfied that he had won that one. “Alright, alright, um.. there was this one time I handed out vanilla candles when people asked for coconut.” Oliver felt like he was being put on the spot, but it was his own fault, “I swear I’ve done worse than that. I’m not perfect.”

[the-backbeat-of-george-blog]

George couldn’t help themselves but smile, possibly a little too brightly, but they didn’t let themselves think on it for the moment. Maybe once they were alone they could review everything they’d said to Oliver, pick it all apart because… of no reason they could admit to themselves, much less out loud. “Combine it somehow?” Their eyebrows went up a bit, but they liked the idea. “We should do that… the combining. I don’t know how, but we ought to.” The words came too quickly, but George couldn’t stop them, didn’t want to stop them. “I’ve got this theory the Craig has taken up day drinking because of us. I have no proof so it’s totally an unfounded theory.” Biting their lip, George shook their head, slightly bemused. “I assumed that pop quizzes were implied as not counting. So you’ve still yet to provide three times when you’ve been wrong. Therefor… I’m not wrong about your not being wrong.”

[oliveroftheblue-blog]

"Right, yes, combining -- a collaboration of sorts, I guess? Yeah, that." No matter how hard he tried, it didn’t sound like he was just talking about working together. Deep down, though, he knew that he couldn’t get it to sound that way because it wasn’t what he meant. Oliver couldn’t admit that out loud, fearing that George’s response wouldn’t be what he wanted to hear.  

Oliver smirked at their assumption, "I wouldn't blame him."

"I was wrong about pop quizzes counting," he remarked, a sly smile etching its way across his lips, "now I just need to come up with two more things."

[the-backbeat-of-george-blog]

“If you like I can write them a note while I can still see that says not to blame you for my blindness, that I looked, and was therefore blinded, voluntarily. Would that make you feel a bit better over possibly blinding me with your terrible photographs?” They grinned, feeling a little bit clever. “It’s always a process though, isn’t it? My art, your music.” His music, they’d always felt, was as good as, if not better, than their paintings. “Yep. Big ole weirdos, the two of us,” George smiled shyly, fiddling with one of the sleeves of their jacket absentmindedly. “Alright, but a pop quiz doesn’t really count. Everyone’s wrong on those questions most of the time.”

[oliveroftheblue-blog]

"I’d appreciate it, yes." Oliver adored George's parents. The bottom line was that they were genuinely cool people, but they were also very different from his mom. Of course Oliver loved his mom, there was no doubt about that, but she hadn’t always made his life easy. “Maybe one of these days we’ll combine it somehow.” It was just a thought, a random suggestion, though it felt deeper than that. ”I don’t know how Craig puts up with us.” He tilted his head, disagreeing, "That’s not fair, you weren’t specific about what counts."