Oliver is a Real Boy

  You know the few minutes after you finish? When you feel like Christ? They seem to diminish every night, leave you clambering with spindly digits for the sting of fucking serotonin.

[xyla-v]

oliverrwonderr‌:

“Mmm, you must be unfamiliar with anger because let me tell you. That’s not anger. That’s more annoyed than anything. Fuckers called me five time already and it’s not even ten.” Oliver lit the cigarette and took a long drag before sighing. “Yeah yeah, I get it. I’m a shitty client. I didn’t even wanna do the fucking album in the first place. Now they’re trying to force shit out of me. It’s not going to be good. I don’t get what they don’t understand about that.”

“So you have two options: do it and give them something they’re not gonna like, or not do it and them be upset. They’re not going to be happy either way,” she said, this time turning her head to face him. Xy wasn’t quite sure why she was humouring this conversation, r why she was spending her time discussing this with a complete stranger in the first place, but she’d already made it that far. 

[oliverrwonderr]

“I mean, I’m obviously not going to do it. My happiness is more important than theirs. I’m not going to put out music that doesn’t mean shit to me. That’s a fucking sell out move and I’m not beat for that shit. What would be the point, you know?”

[louisawilson]

Louisa wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck and zipped her puffer coat up all the way, feeling the chilly New York evening air biting at her skin more than normal. It had been three months since she was last here, taking on a last minute opportunity to work on a Fall research with project with her favorite professor in Tanzania, but something about the city felt weirdly the same and 100% different all at the same time. Excitedly, she pulled open the heavy wooden door to a cozy little bar Downtown, cute little Christmas garlands already adorning the bar top on November 7th. She was just about to order a gin and tonic when a familiar voice called her name from the corner. “Oh my fucking God!” she squealed, reaching out for a hug. “It’s been too fucking long!”

[oliverrwonderr]

Oliver looked at the loud blonde, eyes squinting. He couldn’t place her face. It was plain enough that he could have easily met her at a party or something. “Uh...hey?” He replied quietly. “Yeah...long time now see?”

[aviva-segal]

oliverrwonderr

“Thats the magic of the Internet, babe. Go on that craft fair sight that those indie hipsters nerds are always talking about. I’m sure you could find some sort of cool menorah thing that’s to your liking.”

“My last menorah was from Israel, so the flea markets here aren’t really the same. Sadly, anyway. I might look, but I don’t think anything will compare.”

[oliverrwonderr]

“Well, sucks to suck I guess. It’s either that or just go back to Israel and get a new one. Gotta make a choice about it if it means that much to you.”

[xyla-v]

oliverrwonderr‌:

“Yeah, the reason is I don’t fucking care.” Oliver rolled his eyes before pulling out a cigarette from the back in his breast pocket. “I ain’t shit so I don’t know why they’re up my ass. My fan base is used to us to releasing music on time. It’s been a fucking minute since our last album anyway. Everyone’ll get over it.”

“Then fuck them,” Xyla replied shortly with a shrug of her shoulders. “If you’re gonna do your own shit anyways, why bother getting worked up over it. You look like a vein is about to burst in your neck. Fuck them, and just do whatever it is you’re doing. They’ll get over it at some point.” Xy found his anger amusing, and while her resolution was far easier said than done, she was sure that he would do something along the lines of it. “Though, to play the devils advocate, if any of my clients ever said they weren’t going to pull through with a deal I would lose my damn mind. But that’s just me,” she shrugged.

[oliverrwonderr]

“Mmm, you must be unfamiliar with anger because let me tell you. That’s not anger. That’s more annoyed than anything. Fuckers called me five time already and it’s not even ten.” Oliver lit the cigarette and took a long drag before sighing. “Yeah yeah, I get it. I’m a shitty client. I didn’t even wanna do the fucking album in the first place. Now they’re trying to force shit out of me. It’s not going to be good. I don’t get what they don’t understand about that.”

[oliverrwonderr]

“Yeah yeah, I fucking know. We were supposed to release the album a month ago. Fucking sue me,” Oliver rolled his eyes as he continued talking on the phone. “Look, you want good music? Fucking wait for it then. I’m not gunna release shitty songs just to get the fucking thing out. You want something that goes platinum and sells out venues? Have some fucking patience Rick. Fuck sake.” He hung up before the other could follow up with an accusatory remark. Oliver didn’t have time to fight with his agent nor did he have the energy to finish the album. Two songs, that’s all he needed but the words weren’t coming to him. He felt the pressure, truly. There just wasn’t anything that he could do. “Agents and labels, am I right? Always on your fucking back about something.”

[xyla-v]

With October wrapping up, the last remnants of summer’s heat quickly disappeared only to be replaced by winters cool grasp. It was one of the last nice days in the city and she was determined to make the most of it. That was how Xyla Villanueva ended up sitting on a bench on the outskirts of Central Park, far away enough from the sights and sounds of the city, but close enough to hear the troubles of city slickers such as the man sitting next to her. Pressing her lips together, Xy listened to the one-sided conversation in silence, wondering who the man was and why possible time crunch he could have been on. She understood deadlines. In fact, she was often the ones setting them. However, she couldn’t help but be amused by his angry outbursts and how open he was about sharing them with a complete stranger. “You must be someone big for them to be chasing you down for new music,” Xy mused, humouring him a little. “So what’s the hold up?” she continued, turning her head to face him. “No inspiration? No time? I’m sure there’s a reason.” 

[oliverrwonderr]

xyla-v‌:

With October wrapping up, the last remnants of summer’s heat quickly disappeared only to be replaced by winters cool grasp. It was one of the last nice days in the city and she was determined to make the most of it. That was how Xyla Villanueva ended up sitting on a bench on the outskirts of Central Park, far away enough from the sights and sounds of the city, but close enough to hear the troubles of city slickers such as the man sitting next to her. Pressing her lips together, Xy listened to the one-sided conversation in silence, wondering who the man was and why possible time crunch he could have been on. She understood deadlines. In fact, she was often the ones setting them. However, she couldn’t help but be amused by his angry outbursts and how open he was about sharing them with a complete stranger. “You must be someone big for them to be chasing you down for new music,” Xy mused, humouring him a little. “So what’s the hold up?” she continued, turning her head to face him. “No inspiration? No time? I’m sure there’s a reason.” 

“Yeah, the reason is I don’t fucking care.” Oliver rolled his eyes before pulling out a cigarette from the back in his breast pocket. “I ain’t shit so I don’t know why they’re up my ass. My fan base is used to us to releasing music on time. It’s been a fucking minute since our last album anyway. Everyone’ll get over it.”

[ty-hayes]

oliverrwonderr‌:

“I…I’m not even going to reply to that. That’s what the internet’s for honestly. We live in 2019 man, look shit up so you don’t have to shitty dad jokes like that.”

“First of all, you have to laugh at dad jokes, it’s the law. Second, seems like you don’t like cuffing season too much.”

[oliverrwonderr]

“Cuffing seasons a fucking joke man. Absolute trash. The concept in itself is just so childish and further proves the point that people in general should not date.”

[oliverrwonderr]

“Yeah yeah, I fucking know. We were supposed to release the album a month ago. Fucking sue me,” Oliver rolled his eyes as he continued talking on the phone. “Look, you want good music? Fucking wait for it then. I’m not gunna release shitty songs just to get the fucking thing out. You want something that goes platinum and sells out venues? Have some fucking patience Rick. Fuck sake.” He hung up before the other could follow up with an accusatory remark. Oliver didn’t have time to fight with his agent nor did he have the energy to finish the album. Two songs, that’s all he needed but the words weren’t coming to him. He felt the pressure, truly. There just wasn’t anything that he could do. “Agents and labels, am I right? Always on your fucking back about something.”

[ty-hayes]

“I know on the New York subway you see some otherworldly shit such as someone holding a live, sentient peacock or someone lugging a wardrobe back to their apartment. But today I overheard two teenage girls talking about how it was cuffing season. For me, cuffing season never stops.” Tyler joked, slinging the handcuffs from his belt. He twirled them around his finger as his eyebrows raised at the other. “Am I taking this too literally?”

[oliverrwonderr]

“I...I’m not even going to reply to that. That’s what the internet’s for honestly. We live in 2019 man, look shit up so you don’t have to shitty dad jokes like that.”

[aviva-segal]

“I know Hanukkah is in two months, but as I was getting the boxes down, Naomi breaks the menorah. Now, I am hoping to find the perfect one within two months when that one took about a year to find,” Aviva sighed as she ran both hands through her hair. “Clearly not my day.”

[oliverrwonderr]

“Thats the magic of the Internet, babe. Go on that craft fair sight that those indie hipsters nerds are always talking about. I’m sure you could find some sort of cool menorah thing that’s to your liking.”

[frvgilelives-deactivated2019112]

“I know this is a dumb question…” Erik allowed a small pause to follow his words, as he really considered whether or not he wanted to ask. Surely a Google search would yield the same results, right? But he pushed on. It’d be weirder to start a question then stop. “I’ve lived here for so long, I’m kind of used to everything New York has to offer. What are some good, touristy places to take guests? My Nana finally decided New York isn’t full of just murderers and muggers, so she’s coming to visit next week, and I figured she’d probably want to see more than the inside of my apartment and the McDonald’s down the block.”

[oliverrwonderr]

“Yeah, definitely a dumb question considering this is fucking New York man. Ellis Island. Statue of Liberty. Central Park. Times Square. Literally any museum near Time Square. Just hop on one of those tacky double decker buses and pick a place.”

[oliverrwonderr]

asherhemmings‌:

“You’ve never been in love with someone? Not even been infatuated by someone a little bit?” Asher questioned, shock coating his features. “Are you a sociopath?”

“I don’t know what to tell you man. I learned from a young age that shit like that doesn’t work out. You just get burned. I know my music would lead you to believe that I’ve definitely been in love before, but nope.” Of course that had been a lie but Oliver would never admit to it. It was just a road he didn’t want to go down. “Nah, probably not a sociopath. I feel other things, just not love.”

[sadie-ingram-blog]

oliverrwonderr‌

“I’m sure you can, just got to find the right place to send her. But anyway, kids have no sense of time or whatever. Everyone looks 90.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s an option. I mean, some people my age do look ninety, so.”

[oliverrwonderr]

“I beg to differ but whatever. It’s your spawn.” Oliver shrugged. “Some people were just born lookin old, ya know. I met this girl once at a meet and greet. Swore to god she was like 22 or something. Then she was like yeah I’m 16. Wild. She’s gunna look 40 in her 20s which is a damn shame.”

[oliverrwonderr]

sadie-ingram‌:

“She’s only three, so I can’t really ship her off anywhere. It’s funny to hear, but also kind of like do I look that old to a child? I didn’t think I looked too old.”

“I’m sure you can, just got to find the right place to send her. But anyway, kids have no sense of time or whatever. Everyone looks 90.”

[oliverrwonderr]

asherhemmings‌:

“I guess so. Drinking makes me numb, but too excess it makes me feel. I usually don’t get drunk enough to punch my clients.” Asher laughed softly, taking another drag of his cigarette with a shake of his head. “Feeling’s a good thing something. Have you ever just sat with someone you care about and just laughed? It’s a pretty remarkable thing, caring about someone. Feeling. It’s a Russian roulette considerably, whether you’ll get hurt or not.”

“Can’t say that I have, at least not that I can remember. I don’t know. Attachment’s not my thing. I don’t care about getting hurt or whatever, it just seems pointless to invest in something just to let it go eventually. I just invest in good times and fuck the rest.”

[oliverrwonderr]

al3x-stjchn‌:

Alex’s brows rose a bit at his question, and possibly a hint of annoyance as he was still blocking her notebook. “I don’t actually, pretty sure no one would show up to hear that voice if I did.” She laughed lightly. “Why do you ask?” No one had ever asked her that before, and she couldn’t tell if the man’s question was genuine or if he was making a joke about her singing. 

“Nah, it’s nice. A little rough and could be refined a little bit. But it’s genuine. Maybe you should get yourself out there and do some open mic night or some shit. Practice a little more and you’ve got potential.”

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[sadie-ingram-blog]

“I love my kids, I really do, but my daughter told me that I look a thousand years old and I feel a little insulted,” Sadie gave a pout as she looked over at the person beside her. “She said my older brother is a hundred and I’m a thousand, so I don’t really know how that worked out.”

[oliverrwonderr]

“Ship her off to boarding school. That seems to be the only answer here. Either that or like...ground her? I don’t know I’m not a fucking parent.”