#Ollie store

[olliesaurus-rex]

Me getting dragged to The Dark Place after McDonald's messed up my order for the 37th time

#Alan Wake #Alan Wake 2 #alan wake spoilers #alan wake ii #ollie makes a shitpost #please enjoy i made this in a grocery store parking lot #okay to rebagel #oh tumblr fucked the quality #lmao rip #also remember to boycott mc'd #i just used it for the memes

[sparfloxacin]

hellooo today I am thinking about:

this because what the hell was this 😭 still no idea what they were doing and WHY 😫 (also proudly ignoring Niko there)

and

this because I’ll NEVER get over this and this might be the cutest thing they’ve ever done 🤧🥺💞

#I wanna know what they were trying to do in the first one and whose idea was it (why was it Olli’s) #also sorry the second one is kinda bad quality I don’t know why sorrryyyy #but just the thought of them going to the grocery store together #(also reminds me of when some fan spotted them in a grocery store together) #and spotting the card and them probably giggling about it and Olli writing ’Olli ja Aleksi’ there and and and 😭😭💞💖🥺💕💗 #olliallu

[im-getting-help]

Felix: Ollie, look!! is the good cush! :)

Farleigh: this is the dollar store, how good can it be?

#Felix said it would be fun to go with Ollie to the stores he frequents #Oliver is currently trying to die #Farleigh is actually entertained cause he knows Oliver is full of shi- #oliver quick #farleigh start #felix catton #cattonquick #quickstart #saltburn

[sojutrait]

winterfest! (1/2)

after a grand breakfast the fam gathered around for presents! flo got a toy doctor set and elio got some new toy dinosaurs. ollie even surprised oladele by finally getting the fam a cat (who happens to be booch by my bestie @orphyd ) despite her dislike of them. 

#ts4 #s #*halabi legacy #*hgen6 #*oladele halabi #*ollie halabi #*helena halabi #*augustus halabi #*florence halabi #*elio halabi #*kombucha by orphyd #real ones remember oladele having 2 bodega cats at her parents general store skdjk shes def a cat person while ollie is dogs all the way #anddd oladele got ollie a new treadmill #the twins winterfest gift was too big to fit in the living room👁 #speaking of the twins yes they match their durag and bonnets theyre besties

[cosmicwar]

connor’s get well bear from green arrow vol. 3 #15

#was this a store-bought item or homemade #dc #connor hawke #oliver queen #ollie queen #green arrow #arrowfamily

[aerialaim]

So, if you don’t follow my modblog, I was forced off a med bc my doc wouldn’t renew it unless I came in to pay $300 for a 5min talk and the withdrawals are worse than anticipated. Kinda have random major panic attacks, like owie in the chest my heart is beating so fast kinda ones, and nearly blacking out in the middle of a store, so I’ve been mostly lying down.

I got a commission to do, then I may do a nice reblog/flashback week so I can find a new doc and relax. Nearly a full year of posting new content everyday? I think I need a wee break. I deserve a lil lie down. A nap week if you will.

#it's birth control btw not like a major med technically #and mental health wise it has helped to be off the dang thing tbh #but going from completely fine to having my heart go apeshit in a thrift store is aggravating to say the least #and I rationalize everything so I get aggro when it happens bc it's like WHY TF ARE YOU FREAKING OUT RN #I GOT THINGS TO DO MAN I WANNA PUT UP XMAS LIGHTS IMMA THROW HANDS #though the Ollie stress relief gummies have been a godsend ngl #but I'm trying to not take them every day bc it says not to //WHEEZE

[toesuckler]

very proud of how squishy i am btw. im thin ive just been getting more squishy throughout the years and i feel very sentimental and proud about that.

#ollie rambles #like YIPPPEEE IM SIGNIFICANTLY MORE COMFRTABLE #AND IT MEANS MY BODY IS DOING HEALTHOER AND HAVING EUF ENERGY TO STORE! #(i dont have an eating disorder just food and financial troubles as a kid so it means a lot 2 me to not be super thin)

[kal-thas]

I DONT KNOW IF I EVER POSTED IT HERE

LOOK AT HIM

#MY SON! #this is from jan but like. its fine. #sometimes i think about my boy and it makes me feel better like. yeah.. make things. share a little bit of affection #did u guys kno that ur real. and that you can do things for people. anyone in your life? anyone that passes through? did you know that? #anyway. i need to go to the store and buy sm food i will power thru thinking about this again #anthony green #ls dunes #ollie the otter

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

I wonder if I can save money on food when moving out by just getting a 30 day supply of “just add water” MREs and cutting the portions in half? The only other food items I’d get would be flour and rice (in bulk), and maybe eggs, so I could pay only around 200 dollars in food for a supply of two months or potentially longer. It would work wonders for my executive dysfunction, not having to cook much. Plus, I could save money on gas by not having to drive to the store very often. I could also grow food indoors.

#This is what the cult gets for constantly drilling “calculate the cost” into my head #I’m an insufferable cheapskate (AKA: extremely frugal when I want to be) #I need calorie-rich foods… maybe I should start buying canned food from Ollie’s now and storing it away in my room #while I’m stable #Then when it’s time to move #I just transport all the cans there #I probably won’t have a car when I leave; but I have a bike with giant panniers on it so I’ll just use that as transportation #get a place within biking distance of my work; get an online job in the summer; do voiceover work and YouTube #Even if the rent is higher; I won’t have car payments to make #I’ll probably look like death warmed over from the food budgeting and constant biking but hey! No meetings! #And any social situations I’m required to participate in I’ll get paid for! #No love-bombing; no unwanted hugging #Can’t wait #It’s a shame there isn’t much public transportation around here other than the occasional bus stop #I wish we had a subway or train station

[combeauferre]

job hunting is just. oh you're going to pay me *checks ad* 18p above minimum wage and you want a cover letter

#literally SHUT UPPPP #but u are a pet store so maybe i will actually do that #ollie has a life

[profanearcane]

say hello to ollie

#thrift store finds #ollie #lamp #he's so fucking good #i love him #profane ramblings

[thekidthesuperkid]

i’m sorry i just can’t get over this picture of roy with spaceship pyjamas

#hes just a little guy #i’m imagining ollie at the store buying those for him #roy harper #oliver queen #green arrow

[sojutrait]

the twins ran a lemonade stand!

oladele is all about the kids learning the importance of a dollar and all that jazz so she helped them set up a lemonade stand to make some money. it wasn’t long before they had a whole line of customers. in the end they made 84 bucks each!

#ts4 #*halabi legacy #*hgen6 #*oladele halabi #*helena halabi #*augustus halabi #oladele was working at her parents store since she was little so shes all about be your own entrepreneurial girl boss tm #meanwhile ollie had a 200 dollars a week allowance and quit her job at the pet shelter after 3 days bc she hates cats dfkjkfg #s

[stxend]

god is real and he wanted me to get a little treat

#him.txt #they had tpbs of alias at the warehouse buyout store like 3 towns over #shaking crying throwing up etc. they were marked down from $25 to $5 #they had vol 2 and 4... thank you ollie's bargain outlet #i love grocery shopping for nonperishables there it's like a fun game #i now have a gallon jar of pickles. a whole gallon of pickles #i had to go home early bc i was shaking bc i forgot to eat. so i went into target and got artichoke dip and pita chips #bc its a little treat kind of a day #anyways. i love going to ollie's its the best place in the entire world (and by entire world i mean a reasonable drive from my rural town)

[ollieofthebeholder]

to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest): a TMA fanfic

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Chapter 8: January 2016

It hurts.

That��s the first thing Gerard thinks when he becomes aware. Complete pain, like every bone in his body has been broken and replaced with acid. His joints ache the worst, throbbing and pulsing under the eyes tattooed on each one, as if the protective charm eked into them is fighting with whatever is around him. It’s excruciating.

And, since he’s pretty sure he’s dead, it’s also really fucking annoying.

Gerard takes several deep breaths, which he also shouldn’t be able to do (since he’s, you know, dead). His hands curl into fists, fingernails digging into his palms, trying to distract him from the overall pain by adding new pain…

“Bloody hell.” The voice is wholly unfamiliar to Gerard, a deep Mancusian accent with a chronic smoker’s rasp, and sounds awed. “What is that?”

“Are you Gerard Keay?” It’s another unfamiliar voice, this one female and strident.

He opens his eyes and looks around. He’s standing in what looks like an abandoned shack. In front of him are two people, an old man and a young woman, both staring at him with a mixture of shock and disgust. The woman has short-cropped blonde hair and hard green eyes; the man’s hair looks blond too, at first, until he bares his teeth and Gerard realizes it should be somewhere between grey and white, but is stained yellow from a heavy nicotine habit. Probably they both smoke, if the pack of cigarettes in the woman’s jacket pocket is any indication. She looks about Gerard’s age, maybe a little older, with a sturdy denim jacket and a pair of tan hiking boots, and on the surface looks like the sort of person Neens would hang out with when she wasn’t doing her show. There’s a hardness to her face, though, a kind of scary spark, that makes Gerard want to keep her as far from his sister as possible. The man has the appearance of a tramp, with a long tan trench coat that’s seen better days and a scraggly beard, but there’s a gleam in his eyes that makes Gerard want to run and never look back.

It’s that feeling, that and the sudden throb of pain from the eyes tattooed on his knees, that tells him who—or at least what—these people are. “You’re Hunters,” he says, and his voice surprises him. It doesn’t sound hollow or echo-y or faint—it sounds just like he normally does when talking to his siblings, or haranguing Gertrude, or—shit, Gertrude. What have these two done with her?

The woman’s eyes flash. She reaches under her jacket and half-pulls an object—a gun, Gerard realizes—then slides it back in, either like she doesn’t think it’ll work or like she just wants him to know she has it. Or maybe both. “I asked you a question. Are you—” She points at a table near her. “Are you Gerard Keay?”

Gerard’s eyes focus on what she’s pointing at, and his stomach lurches. Lying open is a too-familiar book, the pages in different shades ranging from ivory to ebony, a bit of charring visible just before the spread the book is open to. The handwriting on the open page is too familiar…but it’s not his mother’s.

Gertrude. Gertrude put him in the Book. He should have guessed his mother might have told her how to do it before she destroyed her.

Part of him is no longer worried about what these two might have done to her. The greater part is more worried.

“Who’s asking?” he says instead.

“Got a lot of cheek for someone with no pull,” grunts the man. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a lighter—flicks it so the flame comes to life—waves it in the direction of the book. “You come out of that book, did you? What would happen if I were to…?”

Gerard doesn’t know, but considering how careful Gertrude was about destroying his mother’s pages without damaging the rest of the book, he doesn’t want to risk it. Every single eye tattooed on his body flares with pain, and he swallows the instinctive wince. Sadly, he’s got a lot of practice with that. “All right, all right,” he says, holding up his hands in what he hopes is a placating gesture. “No need to get threatening. Yes, I’m Gerard Keay. Who are you?”

“Like you said. We’re Hunters.” The woman folds her arms. Gerard knows he’s not getting any more out of them than that. “You know what we hunt?”

“What?” Gerard asks with some trepidation, even though he’s pretty sure he knows the answer.

The man smiles slowly. “Monsters. And you look like a right dangerous one.”

They always start off that way, Gerard thinks distantly. Or at least they usually do. Those Marked by the Hunt—at least, those that aren’t marked as prey—always seem to convince themselves they’re doing the right thing. They’re chasing down monsters, criminals, things that go bump in the night. A good portion of them end up as police officers, or bail bondsmen, or bounty hunters. They always start out thinking they’re doing the right thing, and then they end up committing the worst crimes imaginable.

“I’m not dangerous, mate,” Gerard says, trying his hardest to look nonthreatening. “I’m just…” He waves his hand at the table, hoping against hope, and sure enough, his hand goes right through it. “Besides. You summoned me.”

“Those were the only pages we could read.” The woman flips back through a couple pages. “What is this, Martian?”

“Sanskrit,” Gerard says shortly. His dislike of the pair notches up a bit. Anyone that derisive of languages other than English, or alphabets other than the Roman alphabet, is probably not a great person.

“Do they all summon…things like you?”

“Probably. If you read it properly.” Gerard reads Sanskrit well enough to understand it, maybe even to translate it, but his pronunciation is iffy at best, so he’s never tried actually activating one of the pages. Partly for fear of accidentally bringing an unholy abomination into the world, partly because, well, he really didn’t want to. He might have if his father had actually been in the book, but surprisingly, his mother hadn’t actually put him in there. She’d just killed him. Apparently she didn’t think he was worth the effort.

There was one page he’d thought about reading, but he’d never quite been able to bring himself to do it.

The man looks interested. “You know about these things. Monsters.”

Gerard nods. “Spent most of my life studying them. Fighting them.” Well, sort of, but he doesn’t think these two are interested in the nuances.

The pair exchange a look. Gerard realizes what it means, and his heart sinks. They’re going to be the latest in a long line of people who use him, without regard to what he wants or what he needs. And there’s not going to be anywhere for him to run. Even if he could, with as much pain as he’s in, he doesn’t think he’d get very far. He’s tied to the Book now. His mother could manifest at will, but that was all she could do; she could never go very far from it. At best, he might be able to make it to the other side of the shack, but…

“Well, Gerard,” the woman says, her voice full of malicious satisfaction, “I think we’re all going to be very good friends.”

“Yeah,” Gerard says, resigned…for the moment, anyway. “I’ll just bet.”

#to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest) #ollie writes fanfic #tma fanfic #gerard keay #trevor herbert #julia montauk #smoking mention #death mention #casual racism #I am not marketing this fanfic on the Apple store and therefore am not bound by restrictions on profanity

[tahdashi]

i did not write to make myself feel better

#i do feel better tho #bub n ollie made me giggle a ton #and now i’m trying to find cute stationery stores to visit tomorrow #bc i want cute pens! #might go to muji bc i want more notebooks #sayu speaks