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kylorenthusiast · 4 months
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was out shopping today and found this 1989 gibson les paul that looks a lot like oliver's party outfit from saltburn
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lesbiradshaw · 5 months
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mylovelookup · 24 days
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Cattonquick boarding school sweethearts/romeo & Juliet AU
In which Oliver also comes from old money and he and Felix fall in love in boarding school(?). The Quicks and the Cattons have been business partners since Queen Victoria was still kicking so Ollie and Felix have known each other their whole lives (summers and holidays always spent together) but when their family ties are suddenly severed after a hostile fight between their fathers, the boys’ last year at Eton is irrevocably ruined. As a reaction they decide (it was Felix’s idea and he succeeded in cajoling Oliver to agree) to elope run away on the first day of the Christmas holidays (imagine their respective chauffeurs endlessly waiting for them at the school gates lmao) and get married on a whim (also Felix’s idea to somehow "fix" things like ta-da! Can’t separate us now dad, we’re fucking married. Oliver is now a Catton. Family peace restored! No, not really Felix lmao.)
#needless to say they get caught the very next day#maybe they didn’t have much cash left and the only -pace they could’ve slept in for free was the hotel in the area that the Cattons owned#the reception prolly snitched but they both knew they would get caught eventually#also it doesn’t help that they’re the heirs of the richest aristocratic families in England#maybe they keep their marriage secret?it would be smarter to considering the repercussions but also maybe Felix it out first thing?#bc its Felix duh#as a consequence to their little escapade Oliver is pulled out of Eton for the rest of the year and the two of them only get to meet#the next year at Oxford where they have to keep things on the down low since Oliver’s father has threatened to transfer him to Cambridge if#if he’s seen frolicking about with Felix. it’s also difficult when Farleigh is acting as a (well-paid) spy for both parties#although both Jeff and James had sprinkled other eyes on the campus#oooh imagine them trying to hide in the back of the club. making out whilst crouching down behind dumpsters lmaooo#or or or! Felix attempting to throw them off by hooking up with indiabel and Oliver is so jealous he ends up doing the same thing#even tho he prolly knows about Felix’s intentions. (Farleigh doesn’t help with his catty comments about ephemeral love)#highlighting Felix’s well known shallowness. and then Felix gets jealous too so it’s a vicious cycle of pointing fingers at each other hehe#anyway they prolly end up like Romeo and Juliet#I was only supposed to do ONE canvas but got carried away and this shit developed a plot! sedate me#also this layout sucks wtf#saltburn#fanart#my art#felix catton#cattonquick#Saltburn fanart#oliver quick#felix x oliver#cattonquick fanart
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tlou-reid · 1 month
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farleigh’s drinking an orange juice with virgin!reader
join my birthday celebration!!
orange juice: “i’m really nervous.”
suggestive content below the cut, 18+
farleigh start was known to be an asshole. he was cocky, snobbish, and could be down right mean. this was no secret around the oxford campus, and was actually what initially drew you to him. it took a bit to settle into a relationship with him, as both of you enjoyed your single life, albeit for different reasons. you, who focused significantly on your studies, never would've guessed you'd end up with farleigh, the known whore of the school.
but you were happy, and in love. and that was all you could ask for.
however, those feelings did not keep the nervous bubbles in your stomach at bay. you kept telling yourself you were ready, ready to be with him in a way you'd never been with anyone before. but you knew him. you knew the snide comments he'd make when someone was an outsider, or did something differently than he did. and you were very different.
"far," you groaned out from above him. he'd wiggled you into straddling him, pressing deep kisses into your neck. his hands were pressed firmly on your ass, enjoying the feeling of your satin pajama shorts. "hmm," he hummed, working on sucking a dark mark into a particularly sensitive part of your neck.
you were surprising yourself with how easy this was. your hips had started grinding against the growing bulge in his pants on their, driven by nothing but primal desire. but the quickening pounding of your heart was driven by nothing but anxiety. "i'm really nervous," you sighed, leaning away from his chest to look him in the eye.
his movements stopped. his hands ran along your body, moving from your ass to rub gentle circles into your thighs. his eyebrows furrowed, "what's wrong?" he asked. "i just, you know, haven't done this before." the look on his face shifted from one of confusion into one of surprise. "i didn't know that," he breathed. "i'm sorry," you nervously mumbled, scrambling to move off of his lap.
however, his hands kept you tightly in place. "woah, woah, woah," he said, helping you straighten yourself back out. he chuckled a bit as he spoke, "you don't have to be sorry. everyone's gotta start somewhere, and i'm a fucking good place to start." you were grateful for the humor he brought into nerve-wracking situations. the tension in the room was quickly alleviated, but your nerves were not. "i just want to be good for you."
"hey," farleigh said, a lot more sincere than previously. his hand moved to rest lovingly against your cheek. "you're always good for me, no matter what. we don't have to do this if you don't want to." you immediately started shake your head. you wanted this. you knew that for sure. "i want you," you promised, slowly moving your hips against him again. "then i got you," he promised, before moving to leave more marks across your neck.
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bigdumbbambieyes · 18 days
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Felix leans in quick, his lips pursed ever so slightly, in the way they always are when his gaze flicks down to Oliver’s warm cheek — his usual victim for quick friendly kisses.
And he’s almost there, almost pressing the plush of his mouth against that smooth-shaven skin, when Oliver is turning his head to him to say something and their lips brush. Smudge together, really.
It’s not exactly a kiss. It’s a surprise, or maybe a shock, because Oliver is the one to jump back a little — not far, just an inch or two — with his bright eyes wide and lips parted in awe.
They’re in the middle of a party, of course, so all Felix can hear is the dozens of voices chattering about this and that just over whatever CD is in the stereo. It’s like time stands still, for a moment, as Felix feels his lips tingle, in the way only first kisses do.
They stare for half a second longer before they’re both bursting out in laughter, Felix grinning wide while Oliver ducks his head to hide his joy.
“My bad, mate,” Felix chuckles, although he didn’t feel bad at all.
Oliver shakes his head, “No — s’fine.”
“So, I can do it again?” Felix jokes with a smirk, which has Oliver glancing up at him again, shy but mirroring his mirth.
There’s something in those blue eyes, just under the surface.
Like maybe Ollie wants him to.
Or, maybe he’s seeing things.
Oliver just chuckles again and shrugs, asks, “You want another?”
Felix’s brows lift, “Another kiss?”
His best friend makes that motion he always does when he’s embarrassed, his cheeks even colouring as he clarifies, “Your drink, Felix.”
The emptiness of his cup in his hand is a sudden reminder, and he nods silently as he hands it over, watching Oliver get up from his spot and stumble over to pour them another drink.
And it’s there, alone on the couch, that he realizes that he didn’t hear Oliver say ‘no’.
He swallows his hope and it’s bitter all the way down.
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elspeth-catton · 4 months
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saltburn (2023)
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emillungs · 3 months
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watched saltburn. finally representation for women who were lesbians for a while
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bitchsister · 3 months
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Brother delivered
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manicpixiefelix · 3 months
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Okay but imagine you're not a main character in the Oxford friend group.
You love Felix because everyone loves Felix, but you're not in love with him, not in any way that matters, not like everyone else. He is the sun which you all revolve around, but you know too well he's the kind to burn you. Instead you've spent two years pinning after the pretty girl with the dark hair and the bright laughter. And she loves Felix. The same way everyone else loves Felix. The same way every other girl you've tried to invest yourself in has ended up loving Felix fucking Catton when they end up, even briefly, integrated in your friend group.
So India is your best friend, and the girl you quietly love, and she complains to you about Felix's various trysts, and how Oliver looks at him (without any of her own self awareness) and all you can think about is how she glitters and glows in the light. How Felix could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve the love the world gives him. The love your best friend gives him.
She cries on your shoulder, and eggs you on to ask that cute girl in your art history class to a gallery, and you wonder if she knows how badly she's stringing you along with the drunken kisses and that one time you slept together and you thought you heard her moaning someone else's name. But you keep coming back.
When Felix finally starts showing up to the pub with your best friend on his arm, it's the most excited you've seen her in a long time. She doesn't talk about Annabel, you wonder if she even misses her. You miss Annabel. Or maybe you missed when Felix was looking at her and not India.
Summer comes and India can't help but complain about Oliver Quick getting an invite to Saltburn, until his birthday comes around and it means an invite to Saltburn for both of you. An invite to Felix.
India looks like a dream at that party, but not one you're allowed to have.
In the wake of what happens, you're the shoulder she cries on again, the receptacle for her grief. There is no sun for her anymore, only you, loyal, the one who's spent years mooning over her. You both grieve for Felix; under your jealousy he was still your friend.
"I love you," India cries, "please don't leave me too."
And you wonder how many other people have to live knowing they came second to a ghost.
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k-wame · 2 months
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BARRY KEOGHAN 2024 Vanity Fair Oscars Party
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marvelsgirl616 · 2 months
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Sabrina Carpenter and Barry Keoghan at the Vanity Fair Oscar Party Photo Booth
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luckydiorxoxo · 2 months
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three-atoms · 3 months
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"I'd have gone wherever you wanted" — I Still Remember, Bloc Party "Even though I know how it ends up, ain't nobody scared" — The Best Part of Life, SAINt JHN "When I'm with you, I am calm (I love you in the morning)" — Sunday, Bloc Party
Marisa + Asriel (His Dark Materials)
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ferrettooth · 4 months
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I wasn't in love with him!!! I know everyone thought i was!! But i wasn't!! *guy who drank his bathwater and masturbated on his grave voice*
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tlou-reid · 1 month
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hii could u do Farleigh w a peach tea <3
peach tea: “someone’s needy.”
smut below the cut! 18+ mdni (also this has public sex in it if you’re not comfortable with that do not read! no one sees but it is public lol)
you were too absorbed in farleigh’s presence to be bothered by the brick wall stabbing into the bottom of your back. your thoughts were consumed with nothing but farleigh, farleigh, farleigh.
he had you trapped, not that you were planning on going anywhere anyways. this alley outside of the bar felix had picked is exactly where you wanted to be. you were boxed in, his hands on each side of your body, running along the soft flesh of your curves. his lips were everywhere, your neck, your shoulder, the small amount of chest your top revealed. anywhere he could press a kiss to, he did.
“far,” you whined, attempting to pull him even closer. “hmm,” he hummed, not letting his lips leave your skin. “need you,” you whined, pressing your pelvis to his, feeling the boner he was repping.
“dorms?” he asked, pulling back for a second. you quickly shook your head, “need you, now,” you stressed. farleigh let out a condescending chuckle, one you were all too familiar with. “someone’s needy,” he teased.
“shut up,” you hushed, moving your hand to rub along his dick, “i’m not the only one,” you smirked at the way his hips jutted forward and the groan that left his lips. you moved your hand to unbutton his jeans, sliding his pants and underwear down just enough to get his cock out. farleigh pushed your hands away, reaching to flip up your skirt and do the same to your underwear.
he could feel the way your pussy was dripping as he slid your underwear down. “all this for me?” he teased. “hurry!” you chastised, growing tired of the game he was playing. “alright, alright,” he mumbled as he lifted you slightly, lining himself up before easily sinking in.
“fuck,” you moaned, wrapping your hands around his shoulders as he found his pacing. this angle was deep, allowing you to feel all of him in the best way possible. “gotta be quiet, sweetheart. wouldn’t want anyone coming back here.”
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whatthebodygraspsnot · 4 months
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ian and mickey's review if they watch saltburn‼️‼️❓❓❓‼️
(minor saltburn spoilers)
"What a little freak."
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"The fuck?" "...no, I think I get it honestly."
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"Mick you'd look hot in that." (sunglasses and chain and trunks) "Mick you'd look hot in that." (homoerotically guzzling from a champagne bottle in a tux) "Mick you'd look hot in that." (open slutty white suit jacket and deer antlers)
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"They're fucking behind the scenes, right? I mean they gotta be - look at this shit." "I think they're just acting-" "No no no..."
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"Halloween this year. Already got it figured out." "...who- Felix and Oliver?" "Yep. Start lookin for angel wings." "Wa-... Mick, I don't think they're-...maybe they're not the best couple to represent us..." "What, you tellin me you wouldn't rim my tub drain?" "..." "Just say you don't wanna wear angel wings and be done with it." "Jesus. ...........fine."
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