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[thedistantshoresproject]

AHOY MATEY!

Welcome aboard to The Distant Shores Project! We are a group of fans of Pixelberry’s book Distant Shores who are working on their own nonprofit sequel. Our mission is to give our fellow fans a great sequel that was missed out on for free.

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[nightprincekieran]

pb making us choose between one of them and then not even giving us a good, solid ending OR a sequel was the most devastating thing they have EVER done

#playchoices #distant shores #edward mortemer #charlie smith #oliver cochrane #rambles

[sdaomine]

It’s almost 2023 and I’m still fucked up over Distant Shores. I miss Edward and Oliver. I miss the crew. 

I’m not ready to say goodbye yet. I think I never will be.

#Distant Shores #distant shores choices #edward mortemer #oliver cochrane #i need someone to talk to about DS pls pls

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Plot Bunny! Fandom: RWRB - FC: Thomas Doherty (I need the world to know about my boy)

The boy!!

Oliver Cochrane in Sweet Caroline, Caroline Fox ship

Scottish boy, famous parents of some sort

Went to Eton and then Oxford with Henry and Pez and is their best friend

Very publicly pansexual and often in tabloids for partying so Mary disapproved of the friendship

Caroline had a crush on him forever, they used to be spotted out together a lot and it would piss Mary off, but he really became one of her closest friends after her dad died

Encourages her to have a bit of a life outside of what Mary wants her to be but very supportive of the fact that she's very private about that and can't ever risk being caught

Alex used to hear all about Caroline's feelings for him then cakegate happens and Caroline has to "date" Alex, she's still crushing hard on Oliver and finally starts publicly seeing him in the aftermath of the email leak

#ask #answered #ginevrastilinski #oliver cochrane #about oliver #caroline fox #about caroline #plot bunny

[alais-bladesoflight]

I miss Distant Shores so much. I miss Oliver too...

#playchoices #choices stories you play #choices game #pixelberry #distant shores #oliver cochrane #lieutenant oliver #oliver the lieutenant

[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by @thedistantshoresproject

'We understand that fans had a hard time choosing between Ed, Charlie, and Ollie because we did too!'

POSTS/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT MOD'S PERSONAL OPINIONS!

#edward mortemer #charlie smith #charlotte smith #oliver cochrane #distant shores #ds #choices distant shores #choices ds #choices #playchoices #choices stories you play #confessions #mod kamie

[farizrz]

Try make Ollie shirt like King Kinky by ibispaint.

#playchoices #choices stories you play #choicesgame #choices game #choicesstoriesyouplay #play choices #distant shores #Oliver Cochrane

[mortemersgf]

treacherous hearts

summary: rivals to lovers excerpts featuring oliver cochrane, estela montoya, tyril starfury, and mona. from this prompt list.

warnings: vague description of gunshot wound, bleeding, talk of death. rating; pg13.

a/n: i wrote this several months ago and just never got around to posting it for some reason but better late than never right ??? hsdhdhdjs T-T

OLIVER COCHRANE

You’ve done it this time.

Not only did your plan to rescue Edward from Admiral Cochrane’s clutches fail, but you’ve now put the whole crew at risk as Samuel saunters to their side, reporting the whereabouts of Charlie and the others to the navy men. Unfathomable fury burns within you, and you want nothing more than to sink a sword into his chest. Such a simple wish is hindered by the metal chains clamped around your wrists and the gun pointed to your temple.

Admiral Cochrane, as arrogant as ever, makes his way from behind the wall of soldiers to face you. He is followed by Oliver, who carries a heavy gaze in his eyes.

You turn away, not wanting to let him see you like this: chained up and at his father’s mercy, defenseless and one bullet away from death.

A foolish part of you hopes there is conflict brewing in his heart, that the one afternoon you shared in Tiburon was the start of something meaningful, but when you tentatively lift your head to look at him, you feel a stinging chill run down your spine. You can’t read him. At all. You don’t know what he’s thinking when he looks at you like that, like you’re some stranger, like this is the end.

The admiral is talking, no doubt blustering and boasting, but you hear no words. You can’t hear anything over Ginny’s loud sobs and Jonas’ booming voice barking for soldiers to release her. You think this is truly it, but then Admiral Cochrane hands Oliver a rifle and moves aside. Oliver takes his father’s place before you, and trains the firearm at your forehead.

That is truly it: Oliver being the person who kills you.

Are his hands shaking or is that an illusion caused by the tears in your eyes? Nonetheless, you level his steady gaze with a defiant one. You tilt your chin, as if challenging him. If he is going to end everything, you want him to memorize this look.

You blink and there is chaos around you. There’s a ringing in your ears and the smell of gunpowder in the air. Oliver faces away from you, rifle pointed at his father who has blood bubbling from his lips. The admiral is desperately clutching his chest, but it’s to no avail with how quickly the splotch of blood spreads across his body.

At once, Oliver drops the firearm and rushes to your side just as Charlie descends upon the navy ship with a throng of men.

“Oh my God, Oliver! Why would you—what—why?” You’re unable to put together a coherent sentence with the sudden rush of adrenaline tackling your senses, but Oliver understands. As he undoes your restraints, he looks at you with nothing but certainty in his eyes, and you understand.

No matter what, he chooses you. Always.

prompt: the leader of your enemy's crew is threatening to kill you, and your enemy is faced with a decision — it's either you or their crew. you think you're toast, but instead, without hesitation, your enemy stabs/shoots their leader. it will always be you.

ESTELA MONTOYA

There isn’t a sliver of space in Estela’s heart for anything else other than avenging her mother.

That’s what she has always believed in until she met you. Charming and caring, you look out for her when nobody else does. It was irritating in the beginning. You hardly know anything about her, yet you blindly extend your hand at every chance you get, offering help and comfort without the expectation of anything in return.

You’re so sincere, so good. Too good for her, Estela thinks. Without meaning to, she carves out a space within her heart just for you, and God, is that annoying.

Why would you do such a thing? Why would you show her kindness? Why would you make her feel like this?

Sharing a bed with you has only worsened everything. Estela can’t sleep, not when you’re an arm’s length away, not when she can smell the scent of your shampoo as you shift and turn in bed. Estela can’t stop the drumming in her heart. She can’t stop the incessant thoughts flooding her mind, thoughts of holding you close and carding her fingers through your hair. How stupid is that? She can’t do anything but instruct you to stay on your side of the mattress, lie on her side, face away from you, and will herself to sleep.

“Good night, Estela,” you whisper.

Estela’s eyes snap open, and she contemplates saying something back, but in less than a minute, she hears your breathing grow deep and even. Even so, she mumbles a ‘good night’ and shuts her eyes, letting sleep take her.

When she begins to stir in the morning, she burrows her head into the pillow, finding it difficult to toss aside the covers and climb out of bed. Estela is usually up and throwing on her clothes within minutes of waking, but today, she finds herself curling into the sheets. Her nose tickles, and she cracks open an eye.

Your face is tucked under her chin, not even minding that Estela’s hair is splayed out over the pillows and brushing up against your cheek. Estela has one arm curled protectively around you, and you have an arm slung over her waist. You’re still sleeping, slightly snoring from exhaustion, but Estela is awake. Wide awake, and unable to move. Unwilling to move. You startle Estela when you move in your sleep, pressing your face into her neck with a soft groan.

Along with her heartbeat, she feels your breaths against her throat, gentle and unabating. You’re alive and safe for now. On this mystery of an island, sticking to Estela’s side, such a thing may not be guaranteed in the future.

Would it be okay for her to have this? To have you?

As stealthy as she can be, Estela detangles from your hold and slips out of the hotel room. The moment she found herself feeling some semblance of love for you, she received her answer.

It would not be okay for her to have this, to have you.

prompt: sharing a bed with your enemy, and being told ''stay on your side or i'll set this whole bed on fire'' only to wake up the next day with your enemy's arms wrapped around you.

TYRIL STARFURY

You’d be lying if you say you aren’t jealous of Tyril’s prominent position in Undermount and natural talent when it comes to magic and politics. He is at the forefront of the elven city, a feat that is exceptionally impressive at his young age.

You would give anything to be as gifted as he is, but you would give much more to keep that thought to yourself. Coming from a house with little influence, you don’t have much, and your dignity is one of the few things you want to keep.

You and Tyril circle one another like predator stalking prey, footsteps light and alert. The training grounds have emptied out, save for the two of you. You’re unsure who moves first, but the next time you blink, you’re trading blows, the sharp sound of steel against steel resonating in the air. Tyril is stronger than you are, but you’re more agile, dodging and returning his attacks with relative ease.

Your luck runs short when twenty minutes have passed and you’re still going back and forth. Tyril has picked up on your fighting patterns, and soon enough, he backs you into a corner, forcing you to go on the defensive.

Every time you train—whether it’s with fists, bows, or longswords—he bests you, rendering you unable to move, lying on the ground as you ache from overexerting your muscles. Just thinking about his retreating form as he leaves you alone to catch your breath makes your face hot with frustration.

Without meaning to, your magic flares up and imbues your next strike, sending Tyril stumbling several steps back. You falter when you see the split second look of surprise on his face. Still reeling from what you’ve done, Tyril catches you off guard easily.

One second you’re standing and about to apologize. The next, you’re lying on your back, hands pinned to the ground, barely a breath away from Tyril, whose body weight is heavy atop yours.

Anything you plan to say dies on your tongue right then and there as you realize how close he is. Tyril looks like a stranger. Growing up together, you should be familiar with his looks, but you’re not. You don’t notice the faint freckles and tiny scars scattered across his face until today, and you wish it could’ve stayed that way, because they make him endearing, and you hate to think of Tyril Starfury as someone endearing.

“You’re angry,” Tyril notes. Dark chunks of hair swipe against your face, and you turn away, hating the fact that he is right.

Your cheeks begin to grow warm again, but you’re unsure if it’s from his words or your close proximity to him. “You’re heavy. Get off of me.”

Tyril does get off of you. You two sit side by side afterwards, and in the newfound silence, he asks, “Why won’t you look at me?”

“What is there to look at?” you return, trying and failing to mask the bitter tone in your voice. “You have all of Undermount’s attention already.”

“It seems I never have yours.”

You resist the urge to snap at him. Does he believe the world revolves around him?

“You never look at me,” he continues, “no matter what I do.”

You look at him. “What does that matter?” It’s true you seldom look at him, but that’s because you see your shortcomings in him. He has what you don’t. The less time you spend looking at him, the more time you have to devote yourself to mastering magic and elven politics.

You can’t make sense of the expression on Tyril’s face, and you don’t try to. Was he expecting something from you? He looks as though he’s been delivered crushing news, unable to say anything in response.

Mirroring what you do best, Tyril looks away.

prompt: fighting with your enemy, only to end up on the ground, with their body pressing into yours, your hands pinned to the ground.

MONA

Fuck, that hurts. That’s the first thing you think of as the second bullet pierces your body. The second thing you think of is how lame you look in front of Mona. You just got shot, not once but twice in front of her. If you make it out alive, she’ll hold this incident over your head for who knows how long. Though, you may be spared from that fate with how quickly you’re bleeding out.

Where the hell did the bullets hit anyway? Donning an all black attire robs your ability to determine where all the blood is seeping out from, but judging by the way the right side of your body stings… you can deduce it’s somewhere on that side. Shit. You don’t feel it as you drop to the ground. I should probably put pressure on the wounds, you think. You can’t move. Your body isn’t listening, regardless of how much you want it to.

Then, a familiar bronze jacket is shoved into your side. Mona hunches over you, applying pressure to your wounds dutifully.

“Ow, Mona, easy on all the jabbing!” you hiss. “Oh, God. That hurts like a bitch.”

“Shut up and save your energy. The ambulance is coming.”

“Ugh, forget it,” you mutter, pushing at her shoulder weakly, “just go. The police will get here before the rig. You have to go.”

“You just got shot twice,” she reminds you. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I kinda deserved it.”

“Yeah, you kind of did,” Mona replies dryly.

“Ouch. Now that hurts.”

“You think this is funny?” Mona lifts her head and you see, for the first time, that her eyes are filled with rage and fear. She’s no longer bantering. She’s genuinely angry.

“Look,” you reason, “I’m probably not gonna make it out of this. Just go already, okay? I won’t hold it against you, just—”

A cough wracks your body, and you actually feel blood spurting out of you, wetting your clothes and dying Mona’s hands red. At this point, you’re unsure if she’s even listening. Mona keeps pressing her jacket into your wounds, though it doesn’t do much. She realizes that, and the haunted look on her face breaks your heart.

“I love you.”

Plain and simple. Mona said it.

Yeah, you and Mona have your moments, but coming from rival crews, love is the last thing you expect Mona to feel for you. You’ve brushed shoulders on the same jobs countless times, but more often than not, the two of you wind up laughing it out at a diner, so maybe love was inevitable. But in this cruel life you were forced into, where every man is for themself, perhaps this is inevitable as well.

This, meaning watching your own blood soak your clothes, the concrete, and the girl who just spat out the three words she has been terrified to say.

“I won’t ever forgive you if you die right now,” Mona says, “I’ll kill you myself if you do. You hear me? I can't lose you. Keep your eyes open.” Her voice is trembling, her usual bravado gone from seeing you like this: bloodstained and unmoving, minutes from passing out from blood loss.

God, you want to vomit. Not because of what Mona just said, but because you feel so dizzy, so tired. You put on a smile for her anyway, saying, “I can’t take you out on a date if we… if we both end up behind bars. Wait for me, okay? Soon as I get out, I’ll find you.”

“I’ve been to prison before, and it doesn’t scare me.”

Now, you’re the one to grow disgruntled, snapping, “But it scares me. If you end up behind bars because of me, I’d be so… mad, so I mean it. Go.”

“You think I’ll be able to live with myself if I just up and bolt right now?” Mona snaps. “Leave you here to die?”

“Mona, please… please go.” You know you won’t win this one, but you need to try. You need to… stay awake. You need to tell her you feel the same. She needs to know. You’ll tell her when you catch your breath. You breathe in and out slowly, but you find that taking in air gets more difficult with every passing second.

Mona is speaking to you. Her lips are moving and you feel wetness on your cheeks, but you’re certain you’re not crying, so it must mean she is. Yet, you can’t see it.

You can’t see much of anything at all.

prompt: you've just been shot, you're bleeding out, and your enemy is freaking the fuck out, dropping the ''i love you, i can't lose you'' card, begging you not to close your eyes.

tags: @choicesficwriterscreations

#choices #playchoices #distant shores #endless summer #blades of light and shadow #oliver cochrane #estela montoya #tyril starfury #choices mona #choices stories you play #choices fic writers creations #fics of the week #pixelberry #choices fanfic

[scenesandscreens]

Living (2022)

Director - Oliver Hermanus, Cinematography - Jamie D. Ramsay

"Let's pledge to learn from his example. Let's vow never again to shy away from our responsibilities. Never again to push things under the carpet... we're going to get things done."

#scenesandscreens #Living #oliver hermanus #Jamie D. Ramsay #bill nighy #aimee lou wood #alex sharp #tom burke #adrian rawlins #hubert burton #Oliver Chris #michael cochrane #Anant Varman #patsy ferran #barney fishwick #Nichola McAuliffe #lia williams #Jessica Flood

[theuntitledblog]

Living (2022) - REVIEW

SYNOPSIS

Mr. Williams (Bill Nighy), a veteran civil servant receives a medical diagnosis that inspires him to cram some fun into his remaining days. He meets a sunny young colleague (Aimee Lou Wood) who seems to have the love for life that had previously escaped him.

There are some films like this that you might enjoy while you're watching them but often find yourself forgetting about them a short time later. Living has too much going for it to be just forgettable; the period design of post-war 1950's Britain looks stunning, the score by Emilie Levienaise-Farrouch elevates it further and all that's before we take into consideration the central performance by Bill Nighy. Nighy, much like the film as a whole, is incredibly understated and subtle but the emotion is clear to see. Nothing about it is melodramatic or over the top but neither is it a bleak affair. There's a lot here that's both funny (the British bureaucracy) and moving at the same time. It's a remarkable look at what it means to be alive and it resonates strongly particularly in moments when Mr. Williams ponders where time went and how we become the things we become. He's aided by a strong cast with Aimee Lou Wood and Alex Sharp being particular shout outs. But director Oliver Hermanus deserves the bulk of the credit for crafting this understated but incredibly stylish film that hits all the right notes to be something special. Classical in its execution but its themes are universal.

VERDICT

Surprisingly uplifting rather than bleak with a classical approach to the filmmaking. Carried by Bill Nighy, Living is stylish and moving examination of what it means to be alive without ever feeling manipulative.

4/5

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[rookie-critic]

Living (2022, dir. Oliver Hermanus) - review by Rookie-Critic

I have found that, over the year since I started writing these reviews, good reviews for movies that I truly loved are generally harder to write than the bad ones. It's easy to write about and articulate what I thought was wrong or could have been done better, but how do I write a full, well-articulated review of something I loved without just gushing about how good it was? There's only so many ways to say "The acting was good, the writing was good, etc., etc., and on, and on." So when I saw Living (2022, dir. Oliver Hermanus), I was walking back to my car thinking "Wow, that was truly fantastic. This review is gonna be rough." So what do I say, what reasons do I give, for loving Living besides the usual suspects?

First, remaking any Akira Kurosawa film is almost inviting criticism, and Ikiru is one of the ones that I would almost have said just couldn't be done better. I won't say that Living is better, but it is about as close as anyone could have ever hoped to have gotten. The raw emotion that the camerawork evokes (in conjunction with Bill Nighy's masterful performance as Mr. Rodney Williams) is something to behold. It feels like a movie from the 50s/60s (helped in no small part by the film's opening scene, which mirrors the look and feel of a film from that era) and that helps the first section of the film convey the stuffiness of its central character. The movie doesn't really concern itself with Mr. Williams' past outside of passive reference to his late wife and brief flashbacks (I'm talking a few seconds at a time) to his childhood and young adulthood, because the film is trying to show this man, on the far edge of his life, not knowing truly how to do anything other than work (and maybe go to the cinema once a week). We need not concern ourselves with the past because the whole point of it is to show him learning how to live in the moment. Not to regret his past, but to really start living (eh?? ehhhh????) in the now, while he still can.

Speaking of the film's central character, let's talk about Bill Nighy. Anyone who watches a decent amount of movies will know Nighy's face at least, if maybe not his name (or maybe neither if all you've seen him in is the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise, as he is hidden behind a bunch of CG'd tentacles in those films). He's one of those veteran actors that just knows what he's doing, full stop, and he carries the emotional weight of this film on his back with a spirit equal to Atlas carrying the world. The entire lifetime of regret behind the eyes of this character for a majority of the film is palpable and striking, digging straight into the empathetic core of the audience like few performances are able to do. Every time Nighy sings "The Rowan Tree" (or anytime the song plays at all in the film) I was just an instant mess of a person. It's wild how instant the tears seemed to be. One second I was perfectly fine, sitting in my theater chair, feeling bad for this character, but not really close to overwhelmingly emotional, but the second the notes started coming out of Nighy's mouth that was it. He distilled the feeling of lifelong remorse out into a single note, and then did it again with the next one, and again and again until the scene ended. It's one of the most brilliant pieces of acting I believe I've ever seen. I know I started this review off by saying I have a hard time pinpointing and articulating the bullet points of films I enjoy, but I could talk about Nighy's brilliant performance in Living all day long, and if this review comes across as just me gushing over Bill Nighy and nothing else, then maybe that's really all this film needed to be great, but I don't really believe that to be true. It may be too sappy for some, but I found it to have wonderful balance, and I recommend everyone give this one a try if you're able. It is, hands down, one of the most moving films of last year.

Score: 10/10

Currently only in theaters.

#Living #Living 2022 #Ikiru #Oliver Hermanus #Bill Nighy #Aimee Lou Wood #Alex Sharp #Barney Fishwick #Patsy Ferran #Tom Burke #Adrian Rawlins #Hubert Burton #Oliver Chris #Michael Cochrane #Anant Varman #Zoe Boyle #Lia Williams #film review #movie review #2022 films

[thedistantshoresproject]

WE HAVE A DEMO FOR ANDROID USERS!

We have been getting a lot of questions if we have one for Android, and our programmers were able to make one!

#thedistantshoresproject #choices distant shores #wordsfromthecaptain #charlie smith #oliver cochrane #edward mortemer

[20yearsofmovies]

Time 05-Nov-2022 12:10 Day Saturday Where Cineworld - Rushden Lakes Screen 10 Seat H8 Price £6.13

#living #bill nighy #aimee lou wood #oliver chris #michael cochrane #lia williams

[bob-the-movie-man-film-reviews]

Living (12): Quietly waiting for his mother to call him in.

#onemannsmovies review of "Living" (2022). #LivingMovie. Bill Nighy is immaculate in this touching and thought-provoking 50's tale. 4.5/5.

A One Mann’s Movies review of “Living” (2022). I had the joy of meeting Bill Nighy briefly in a London theatre and he is the epitomy of the English gentleman: calm, utterly polite and without displaying the slightest irritation for the many fans glad-handing him during his night out. In his manner, he seems like an actor from an earlier, more civilised age. And in “Living” he gets to play just…

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[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Lmao you had it coming

💙 + Oliver

already made and added to the masterlist

#ask #answered #ginevrastilinski #oliver cochrane #about oliver

[llovelymoonn]

on december

albert camus notebooks \\ oliver herford i heard a bird sing (via @soracities) \\ charles wright the world of the ten thousand things: poems 1980-1990: "december journal" \\ nelly sachs the enigmas of night \\ regina spektor soviet kitsch: "december" \\ natalie diaz manhattan is a lenape word (via @metamorphesque) \\ renée brock streets, a song (tr. linkhorn & judy cochran)

kofi

#on december #on the months #mine #my webweaving #webweaving #web weaving #webweave #web weave #web #webs #ww #parallel #parallels #parallelism #compilation #compilations #intertext #intertextuality #comparative #comparatives #december #oliver herford #i heard a bird sing #charles wright #december journal #the world of the ten thousand things: poems 1980-1990 #the world of the ten thousand things #albert camus #notebooks #regina spektor