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Rumour has it, although the King of Ithaca had returned to his shores, his throne remained empty for the better part of a year.

ok but let's say they went to ollie's house and he wasn't lying

they turn up and it's some dilapidated shared housing complex or something. his mum is there, maybe a bit drunk. it's awkward. ollie clams up. he doesn't want to be there, he can't be there.

felix tries to make normal conversation, tries to lighten the mood and get them talking, but ollie just isn't having it. maybe his mum starts kicking off over god knows what so they leave quickly.

once they get back to saltburn it's a complete flip from the film. it's ollie walking away this time, felix begging for him to stop, saying sorry over and over. ollie loves him but right in this moment he needs a break. he needs to be alone for a while. he feels humiliated, like a child again.

the party. ollie has hidden himself away in a corner somewhere. maybe he's hiding out in the maze. maybe he's a little drunk when felix finds him (maybe he's a little drunk too).

they argue about it. ollie is still pissed, felix just wants them to be friends again. but ollie is drunk (he feels like his father) so he still grabs and pushes and says "i love you" when he knows he probably shouldn't. be he feels scared and vulnerable and like a joke.

idk idk i don't think they'd kiss but i think maybe they'd wake up in the morning, maybe curled up together in felix's bed. fully clothed, wings and antlers and all, all rumpled and warm.

maybe they talk quietly about it all, ollie's past, his trauma, his fears. neither of them mention the "i love you" but they're both thinking about it. felix is thinking about it.

about how he maybe sort of possibly loves him too. maybe more than he thought he did.

🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 thinking thought.

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Inflamed Sense of Rejection: Chapter One

~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note: This is that Angel Face backstory I was talking about. His name is Caleb Handover because I'm not going to call him Angel Face the whole time. There will be no "spice" because I type this on a school computer and honestly I want to expand my writing abilities. ~~~~~~~~~~~

This is a horrible way to start a journal, probably the most over-done and unintriguing sentence used to start a story, but my name is Caleb Handover. I’m 16 years old, and I live in Wilmington, Delaware. I go to Mt. Pleasant High School, class of 2001. That makes me a Junior.

It’s boring. Every single day is the same. The ducks pass over the sky when I’m walking to school, and it looked cool when I was nine, but nowadays it just feels like I’m watching someone drive to work. 

Delaware duck schedule: 6 AM, wake up to the same alarm as everyone in the neighborhood. 7 AM, fly to the pond for breakfast and a bath. Pass by that blond kid again. 

My hair was born white. People on the street asked my mom while she was pushing the stroller, why do you bleach your baby’s hair? 

She never did. 

 First period is Advanced Placement Calculus. I’m thinking about ducks. Derivatives, ducks, hyperbolas, ducks, factorials, ducks, integrals…

My mom called my hair duck-fuzz.  

I like math, but I only say that because high schoolers have to like something. If you say you don’t like any subjects in school, you sound like a wannabe-dropout loser. I’m 16 years old and taking AP Calculus. I don’t think I’m a wannabe anything, but I don’t think I’m genuine, either. I’ve already done the warmup question on the board. Find 34! It’s just a factorial. Does anyone see me?

“Caleb Handover?”

Only during attendance. 

I raise my hand until my elbow is about six inches off of my table, parallel to the smooth, fake-wood surface. Not high enough to seem like a geek, but still giving effort.  

Invisibility is a science.

“Here.” 

There’s a pause. My hand stays in the air.

“Caleb Handover?” my teacher tilts his chin up and surveys the room, his pencil hovering over my name, ready to write truant. 

“I said I’m here,” I said louder as I raised my hand higher. My pen balances between my peace-sign fingers. My teacher flicks his eyes to me, and his eyebrows soften. He adjusts his glasses. The sad taste of desperation lingered in my mouth after essentially begging to be accounted for.

“Oh, hello Caleb. Sorry I didn’t see you.” My teacher laughs dryly and clears his throat. “Serena Hofstadter?” 

She has mono. 

“Gordon Jacobs?” 

That’s how Serena got mono.

For a moment I picture Serena and Gordon as Romeo and Juliet during the final act. Gordon drinks from a tall, crystal vial of mononucleosis extract and collapses. Serena, covered head-to-toe in orange spray tan and blonde highlights underneath her Shakespearean garb, discovers him on the floor and gives a tearful soliloquy before kissing him feverishly in an attempt to drink the mono from his lips. In the end, they’re both bedridden, and everyone knows. 

In fair Delaware we lay our scene.

I don’t know why, but I’m angry at them. Serena and Gordon. My knuckles turn white as I grip my pen harder, gritting my teeth and thinking about my peers who go to parties to drink and kiss and do drugs. I didn’t even think parties were a real thing until I started listening to rich kids’ conversations. 

“I got home so late last night…” quote from the boy wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

“I’m, like, so hungover.” quote from the girl wearing sunglasses indoors at 8:30 AM.

“Her house was so tacky.” quote from the girl whose locker is head-to-toe in sequins and leopard print, who uses perfume to cover the smell of anxiety pheromones. 

I’m not jealous, and I’d rather have lifelong diarrhea than be in the same boat as these kids, but it would be nice to have a life. 

It would be nice to be a part of something bigger than myself.

~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note: Please let me know what you think, and if I should keep writing this. It would be appreciated :)

Digital painting of will when he's in the MRI machine 😫

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note: ik tumblr existed at the time, however this is more similar to 2024 tumblr rather than 2007 tumblr

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Hey guys, might be inactive for a bit. Got into uni and I'm celebrating with my parents!!! I'm so exited!!!

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#Oxford scholarship babeyyy

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I don't understand people who yearn over randos they met like, once. Couldn't be me.

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Oh fuck.

#screaming #crying #the other one idk I never remember it.

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Just told my crush to clean his room AITA?

I 18 (M) told my 19 (M) crush to clean his room, and started picking stuff up. He kicked me out of his dorm lol. Also my parents abuse me and I hate dirt.

AITA?

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Hey Op what the actual fuck.

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fellas is it wrong to crush on your brother's best friend?

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First anniversary of Neil banging out the tunes!!!!

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I love this summer!!!

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#I miss this.

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Mama Mia the musical (the film) is supposed to come out some time this year.

#musicals #movie musical #ABBA

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#felix please respond

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hey guys I need party inspo help

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i love doing apologism for fictional characters. yes he killed people and ruined everything but thats ok bc i like him and hes my little baby. so who cares

What a year this week has been.

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