save a horse ride a cowboy!
cowboy!cattonquick au for today:)
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Oliver suggests that Felix should make a to do list in order to keep track of his works easier
Felix wrote "Ollie <3" on it
Oliver: Felix, it's a to do list, you can't write a person's name on that? What?? Are you joking with me or something wdym by writing my name on a work list??
Farls and Felix are both trying not to laugh and Oliver still doesn't get it (he got it after a while and died on the spot)
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saltburn details that make my brain explode bc theyre so beautifully done
felix & venetia having matching star tattoos
the vampire scene hinting at venetias death
the catton players display with the stones ontop at the end
venetia telling the doppelganger story and seeing a felix doppelganger in the window (hints at felix’s death)
these r some of the details i really love that emerald put into the film & i feel like they add a lot
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Every morning, Ollie wakes up and finds Felix wrapped around him like a little koala — arms and legs keeping him trapped, held close, because Felix is clingy in his sleep and always will be.
Ollie doesn’t mind. He likes it. He likes waking up to the heavy weight of Felix’s limbs on him, weighing him down, grounding him to the earth and him — the focal point of Oliver’s life.
And he runs hot in the summer, always making Oliver sweat through his pyjamas until he decides to forgo them, sleeping in his underwear alongside his love.
Even as seconds turn to minutes and minutes into an hour, Ollie doesn’t move. He feels his bladder screaming at him to relieve himself but he doesn’t. No, instead he turns his head and watches Felix sleep. Watches the way his eyes move under his eyelids, long lashes twitching. His cheek, pressed to Oliver’s shoulder, is cute and his lips are parted, pressed to his arm, breathing slow and deep.
Oliver doesn’t dare touch him. Doesn’t dare wake him, not until Felix does it himself.
And it’s a gorgeous thing, to watch Felix come alive. Even if he is grumpy, scrunching his nose at the sunlight pouring into the room, hiding his face in Oliver’s arm.
“Time…?” Felix mumbles.
“Don’t know,” Oliver lies, slowly turning to face the other, giving him a small smile while Felix glances at him before burying himself in Oliver’s chest, the two of them in a tight embrace amongst the sheets.
It’s a slow morning.
Oliver lets Felix slip back to sleep.
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