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hecallsmeelio · 5 years
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Indefinite hiatus.
After much consideration, I’ve decided to put this blog on an indefinite hiatus. I started writing him after I watched the movie because I love Elio, I hated the ending, and I thought that writing Oliver would help me change that.
Unfortunately, it’s had the opposite effect. The more I rp, the more that I love Elio, the more that I dislike Oliver and the decisions he made. I honestly just feel like the ship is ill-fated and sad, and Elio deserves someone who values his love over the expectations of society.
I can’t foresee returning to Oliver’s blog at the moment. However, I love Elio Perlman to death and would love to write with any Elio blogs that are crossover friendly. You can find me over at my primary blog, @vairyamusing. Thanks for the support along the way, guys.
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hecallsmeelio · 6 years
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This is a group side blog shared among my three primary blogs ( @justgwensmuses​, @thebadsalvatore​, and @halesurvivorsguilt​ ). As a result, this blog cannot receive tumblr IMs. Which is almost irrelevant because I’m crappy at answering tumblr IMs that aren’t to my primary blogs regardless.
If you want to interact with this blog, here are some options:
Send an ask, off anon. I’ll answer you, publicly or privately, and then shoot you a tumblr IM.
Send me a tumblr IM to any of my primary blogs. You’ll probably get an answer fastest if it’s my mun hub ( @justgwensmuses​ ).
Message me on Discord. Shoot me an ask or a tumblr IM with your info, and I’ll add you.
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hecallsmeelio · 6 years
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smash or pass elio xD
          Oliver shook his head and laughed softly, his eyes sparkling with mirth and adoration when they rose to meet Elio’s. “Seriously?”
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hecallsmeelio · 6 years
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Send me “Smash or Pass” + a name and my muse will answer with 100% honesty.
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hecallsmeelio · 6 years
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I come out here for hours almost every night. I didn’t know that. That’s funny, I… I thought that… Yeah, I know what you thought.
Call My by Your Name (2017)
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hecallsmeelio · 6 years
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casualtygain:
        He stops, finger still over the piano keys as he tilted his head, showing more of his face to Oliver while still looking at his own hands. He doesn’t need to see to play. He could close his eyes and play without missing a tune; but he doubt he could play and look at Oliver. The man’s face enough to throw him off at any given time. “ Something that I have written…? ” He repeats the words as if it doesn’t add up and they didn’t. He doesn’t understand why Oliver would want to hear anything written by him. He’s good at transcription, yes, brilliant at playing, too, but playing something he’d written for Oliver — something he had written; period. For Oliver. Of course there are attempt at writing what he felt upon Oliver’s sight, as well, but that would go too far.
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      Finally, he looks up, meeting Oliver’s gaze with a boy-ish smile of his own. With a quick shrug and a soft tilt of his head, he played a single tune, letting it echo off the walls and fill the silence before asking: “ Now, why would I do that? Are you getting tired of Bach, already? ”
     Oliver reads here more often than he doesn’t these days. Well, more like he sits here with a book open to the same page on one hand, his other trying to find something to do between cigarettes. Something besides itch for the texture of Elio’s skin. It doesn’t help that those pale curves and inviting planes tease his eyes from his pheriphery, no matter where he sits, no matter what book he’s trying to read today. Especially when there’s no one else in the room to catch him staring at the boy.
     Now, though, he doesn’t try to concentrate on Antiquities of Eastern Lore. His eyes are fixed on the pianist, and he closes the book in one hand with a soft thud.
          “Everyone’s tired of Bach,” he said, though there was a smile on his lips that may give away his hyperbole. “Show me something new. Something I’ve never heard before.” He wanted to hear what Elio’s soul sounded like. Wanted to memorize a song he would only hear here, to give a soundtrack to this summer that would surely seem like a dream in mere weeks.
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hecallsmeelio · 6 years
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@casualtygain : Elio
          “Why don’t you play me something that you’ve written?”
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hecallsmeelio · 6 years
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Timothee Chalamet’s eyes
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hecallsmeelio · 6 years
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@prlman​ | continued from x
          Oliver wasn’t entirely paying attention to the conversation drifting between and around them as they walked. It was mostly the professor and his wife, making suggestions about the dishes available at whatever quaint little hole in the wall they were taking him to. His only real role in the conversation was to smile and nod. Which meant every moment he had in between could be spared sneaking glances at their son.
          They had just flicked their heads forward again, Oliver just shifting his eyes, when his vision and path were interrupted by a blur of movement, there and gone so quickly that he hadn’t registered the kiss until Elio was smirking next to him. Ooh, he was going to pay for that. Oliver gave him a look that warned something to that effect, his eyes smoldering with restrained desire until the moment Annella turned back to him to ask if he liked spicy food.
               “I’m always up for a challenge,” he told her and Elio at once.
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hecallsmeelio · 6 years
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hecallsmeelio · 6 years
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Dear Oliver,
          It’s like another world back in Phoenix. Like the summer was an incredibly vivid dream that reality cannot hope to live up to. Maybe it was. I have to wonder if the world seems so different for you, when it’s only missing one element that wasn’t even there two months ago. A very selfish part of me hopes that it does.
          My final year of post-grad starts in two weeks. The schedule will be tight, the workload will be brutal, but soon it will be over. The prospect of freedom is exciting, but the endlessness of possibilities is overwhelming. Except
          I miss you. Perhaps it would be kinder not to send this, or not to tell you such a thing when I do. But I cannot bear the thought of hurting so much, of missing you like the sky would miss the stars, and allowing you to think that I left so easily. And while that same selfish part of me hopes that you miss me, too, I truly hope you don’t ache like this.
          I can’t stand the silence. I hope you’re well. Truly.
                                                                      Later,
                                                                              Elio
@prlman -- we had discussed this, but I just really needed to write something after another rewatch
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hecallsmeelio · 6 years
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guys.  i have such amazing friends.  here’s a reminder of my appreciation of @hecallsmeelio @moonhurts @oldhearts and @mieczlw  <3   i love so many more people, but these 4?  are really really important to me.
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