oliver the strange

Spoiler if you haven’t seen tonight

The other reason I believe Talia or Prometheus is behind Helix is with all that data how could six days go by without them finding Oliver?  Very strange. 

a bittersweet pricefield mix fr all yr dreams. listen [here]

tracklist: thinking bout you / frank ocean | crosses / josé gonzález | give me love / ed sheeran | don’t lie / vampire weekend | magic / mystery skulls ft. brandy and nile rodgers | collar full / panic! at the disco | ghost / halsey | the kids aren’t alright / fall out boy | your body is a weapon / the wombats | photograph / ed sheeran

He was a bit ridiculous, you thought. Bright and colorful and something out of a fairytale. Well, if fairytales were all sweet and sunshine coming out of the goddamn ass with a sprinkle of mild bipolar issues, but you digressed.

It honestly surprised you though, to realize that this was really Oliver. Every strange pink and blue, cute, and absolutely ridiculous part of him. You had thought that it might have been a front, especially for his customers, because no one can be that sweet and charming like this British doofus – but he always proved you wrong. Even when he was mad and scolding, those pretty blue eyes narrowed and flashing brightly with a strange violet pink (what was that?), he was too… ridiculous.

He didn’t do anything wrong, honestly he didn’t. But sometimes you did wonder how someone like that compared to you? You whom had to work to be that happy all the time. You whom had to prep just to smile at strangers day in and day out. You whom couldn’t keep one lick of your tongue from spouting insults underneath your breath and coming home tired. Somehow he did everything easy. He did everything so very easy, from the hop to his step, to the beaming smile on his lips, even the calming lilt of his voice, and those stupid ridiculous bright colors that just worked.

Your eyes narrowed as he tweaked his blue bowtie, a happy hum on his lips while he passed by. You couldn’t quite help the nasty sneer that appeared on your face, turning sharply away and muttering to yourself. You just didn’t quite expect for him to hear you.


You flinched in surprise at the startled question and turned back to see that Oliver  was staring at you, wide eyed. Had he heard? He must have to be looking at you like that – all questioning eyes and furrowed brows and that little thing he always seemed to do with his hands when he wanted something. And he definitely wanted you to repeat yourself. But that was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous because you hadn’t said anything important and – he was doing the thing with his brows! The cute thing that always made you just a little more susceptible to whatever this idiot wanted.

Damn him. My weakness. You thought viciously.

“What did you say?”

You pursed your lips. “I hate myself.” There, you said it again. See? Not so hard and completely unimportant. An offhanded comment, it was. He had no reason to be demanding it as if you had just uttered the most sinful word in existence.

“Nooo??? Noo, don’t do that – noooOOO – NO. Don’t hate yourself, you are LOVABLE! You are PRECIOUS!!” Quick and agile, he yanked the blanket up from your lap before wrapping you into an unbreakable cocoon. He stared down at you, wide-eyed, unblinking with those very, very blue eyes sprinkled with violet pinks that would drive you mad if you let them. “I will love you.” and he hugged you tightly.

Don’t ever think you’re better than a drug addict, because your brain works the same as theirs. You have the same circuits. And drugs would affect your brain in the same way it affects theirs. The same thought process that makes them screw up over and over again would make you screw up over and over as well, if you were in their shoes. You probably already are doing it, just not with heroin or crack, but with food or cigarettes, or something else you shouldn’t be doing.
—  Oliver Markus, Sex and Crime: Oliver’s Strange Journey
Toronto International Film Festival - 2016 Line Up

Opening Night Film

  • “The Magnificent Seven,” Antoine Fuqua, USA

Closing Night Film

  • “The Edge of Seventeen,” Kelly Fremon Craig, USA


  • “Arrival,” Denis Villeneuve, USA
  • “Deepwater Horizon,” Peter Berg, USA
  • “The Headhunter’s Calling,” Mark Williams, Canada
  • “The Journey is the Destination,” Bronwen Hughes, United Kingdom/South Africa
  • “JT + The Tennessee Kids,” Jonathan Demme, USA
  • “LBJ,” Rob Reiner, USA
  • “Lion,” Garth Davis, Australia
  • “Loving,” Jeff Nichols, USA
  • “A Monster Calls,” J.A. Bayona, USA/Spain
  • “Planetarium,” Rebecca Zlotowski, France/Belgium
  • “Queen of Katwe,” Mira Nair, South Africa/Uganda
  • “The Rolling Stones Olé Olé Olé! : A Trip Across Latin America,” Paul Dugdale, United Kingdom
  • “The Secret Scripture,” Jim Sheridan, Ireland
  • “Snowden,” Oliver Stone, Germany/USA
  • “Strange Weather,” Katherine Dieckmann, USA
  • “Their Finest,” Lone Scherfig, United Kingdom
  • “A United Kingdom,” Amma Asante, United Kingdom

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