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@felixferitas
felixferitas, a canon divergent selective blog for 'felix river catton' of emerald fennell's saltburn. low activity. worshipped by ash. (they/them.) 21+. heavily affiliated with @ourpretender. @depictedmorada. est. 02/23/24.
a study in: being the peerless love interest, haunting the narrative, upper-class guilt, living in a gilded cage, being worse than the idealized version of yourself.
stats. rules. verses. credits.
felix has long since been dead and fridged canonically as well as muse wise like my beautiful dead wife in a horror movie but i still have sporadic muse for @egojock because i feel like his arc in the last season is gonna need some Finessing .. any of ya'll still f w/ a trash man thats got 9 toes
𝜗𝜚 ⠀𝗕𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗕 ﹔ various sentence starters ( platonic/romantic/antagonistic/etc ) from TWILIGHT: SHOOTING DRAFT ( february 11, 2008 ) . please , like or reblog if you plan on using . don’t claim as your own . content warning : tw . part one.
I'd never given much thought to how I'd die.
dying in the place of someone I love seems like a good way to go.
I can't bring myself to regret the decision that brought me here to die.
have a good life.
it won't work again, baby.
your hair's longer.
he hasn't shut up about it since you told him you were coming.
yeah ... I think I remember.
are they always like this?
it's getting worse with old age.
too bad. would've been nice to know at least one person.
I'm kind of a suffer in silence type.
are you alright? I warned them not to make me play.
it's only a flesh wound.
that's why they kicked me out.
it's first grade all over again, and you're the shiny new toy.
they kinda keep to themselves.
I'm not even sure that's legal.
they're not actually related.
he's totally gorgeous, obviously.
but apparently, no one here is good enough for him.
don't waste your time.
I'll just endure it.
are people talking about them again?
ice doesn't help the uncoordinated.
be careful.
give it up for the rain.
I didn't have a chance to introduce myself last week.
you've been gone.
enjoying the rain?
seriously? you're asking me about the weather?
no. I don't like the cold. or the wet. or the gray. or parkas. or turtle necks.
I'm just trying to figure you out.
you're very hard to read.
did anyone see what happened?
I'm so sorry, I tried to stop.
it sure as hell is not okay.
we nearly lost you.
it was amazing he got to me so fast.
as long as you're safe.
can I talk to you for a moment?
how did you get over to me so quickly?
I know what I saw.
and what, exactly, was that.
you stopped the van. you pushed it away.
no one will believe that.
I wasn't planning to tell anyone.
I just want to know the truth.
can't you just thank me and get over it?
you're not going to let it go, are you?
I hope you enjoy disapointment.
why did you even bother?
look! you're moving. you're ALIVE!
actually, I'm glad you're not dead cause - well, that would suck.
you want to go? to prom. with me?
how did you know about that?
you didn't answer my question.
you haven't answered any of mine. you won't even say hello.
it helps if you actually watch where you put your feet.
I know I've been rude, but it's for the best.
it would be better if we weren't friends.
too bad you didn't figure that out earlier.
you think I regret saving you?
she always did know how to worry.
should I know what that means?
la push, baby. you in?
I don't just surf the internet.
you stood up once. on a foam board.
I'll go if you stop saying that.
your mood swings are giving me whiplash.
if you were smart, you'd avoid me.
so let's say, for argument's sake, that I'm not smart. would you talk to me? tell me the truth?
I'd rather hear your theories.
what if I'm not the hero? what if I'm the bad guy.
you're not bad. you can be a jerk, but it's like this... mask. to keep people away.
most active at @tragedyrich and @untamedcowboy at the moment. feel free to interact and plot, especially w/ the latter muse and if you've seen on swift horses. :)
if youve ever heard of weird polycule drama u gotta understand its less 'poly people are bad partners' and more 'statistically if you have five girlfriends thats like 5x the likelyhood of one of your girlfriends doing something batshit" . like thats just basic math. rollin the dice. you hit the snake eyes buddy. sorry try again.
"huh?" he snorts. joe's amused, certainly - but the bulk of felix's explanation or attempted summary comes out alien, advice practically unsalvageable in joe's eyes. he isn't surprised by it really; rich fucks being anal and out of touch sounds like something off a textbook after all. felix mostly excepted. wetting his bottom lip, joe reasons - "all m' hearin' is - avoid mom n' dad if at all possible, yeah?" all things considered, he can do that. if there's anything he's swell at, it's fucking off and minding his own business. "s' that alls to do here then? swimmin'? y' don't have uh - any sort of games room or a - billiard table? maybe a home theatre?" he's properly grinning now - largely teasing, though he wouldn't turn down a summer getaway of this calibre.
felix is momentarily fatigued, brows drawn as he nods at joe's summary of his advice. he's been at home for a few days and he already feels suffocated, longing to back to the freedom of his dorm unless the summer miraculously takes a different pace than usual. "nah, there's plenty. do you enjoy tennis? we've got a tennis court, and a theatre in the sitting room. be creative. and if creativity fails, recreational substances," felix muses, aware joe was likely teasing him about their ostentatious estate, but he's numb to it by now. saltburn itself was lovely. his qualms lied elsewhere. the heat was as oppressive as his mum's trifling rules, and he'd rather stop thinking about it - since joe would experience things firsthand soon anyway. he lifts up the hem of his shirt, ruffling his hair as he pulls it off and then bunches the fabric in front of his stomach, wrinkling the shirt even further. "yup. that's about it. let me know if anyone bothers you," he offers with an easy smile, because he's unsure what else they could converse about civilly. not like they had much in common. although normally, felix bonds easily with people from most walks of life. joe is an outlier. "i'm gonna smoke a joint and then go for a swim, then." felix unlatches the sliding back door to escape to the patio, meandering towards an inconspicuous tin.
his brows scrunch up, the murmured display of varying wrongs — not suggestions but outright laws — unravelling sillier and sillier. she's particular in a way joe's unfamiliar with, hyper vigilant about shit that hardly matters, and the balking shows on his face. "things? — how wet are we sayin'? can i go for a swim n' then dry off outdoors or summin'?" ridiculous as it is, felix is reassuring in his expressions — halfway apologetic, halfway flustered — embarrassed presumably, by the stiff-lipped ways of his family. it's an isolating thing to experience, an uncomfortable thing to communicate, nevertheless to a stranger. then, because joe's the sort to press on a bruise when it hurts, he cocks his head — squinting with a pursed frown, "what happens otherwise? like," and he's not trying to break something newly healed, but, "she gunna — make me leave? aren't youse the sort to keep things real quiet? ya know. traditional type, ol' school english. keep everythin' hush hush n' that."
felix makes a valiant effort not to laugh at joe's completely normal, valid reaction. it's only at times like these does felix truly realize how outlandish and dysfunctional his life truly is. he wasn't trying to scare joe off, as that would be more of a matter of 'when' than 'if'. his mum will likely monologue about venetia and subsequently grill him. "yeah, that's fine. just dry off out doors. mum is, er, a bit neurotic. you'll get the lay of the land in no time." joe's next inquiry causes a line to form between felix's brows, a contemplative look on his face as his lips curve down -- before he catches himself and schools his expression. he doesn't want to give too much away, because his parents hadn't done a thing about the henrys and their sordid misconduct. felix can't trust joe completely yet, and he's certainly not about to give him the keys to the kingdom. he shakes his head. "no, my father is. my mother is obstinate about some things and more lax about others. she won't kick you out unless you steal." it's not targeted at joe, but more so a warning from anecdotal experience. felix claps him on the shoulder, offering a reassuring smile. "it's actually good that you're here, now that i've had time to think about it." so long as some of the heat is taken off of him, for christs sake. "good luck winning mum over. regardless of whether you want it or not, she'll likely be trying to marry you to venetia within a fortnight lest she become a spinster. god forbid." felix beams, the gap between his teeth prominent. "well, anyway, i'm going for a swim. hope i alleviated some of your concerns, mate."
YELLOWJACKETS | 1.03 | 2.07 |
incredibly slow + hiatus for the foreseeable future because i'm job hunting and just got the flu / covid shot double whammy
Niles vs C.C. 5/? ↳ 2x15 Kindervelt Days
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he's fairly surprised by the tonal shift — the scrutinizing aggression softening with slippery argument, the tilted grin that follows and its waning guard. but joe won't forgo good opportunity, so in between the casual warnings, he scoffs — playful and lighthearted like they deserve. "'ancestral home' — don't gotta make it sound more important than it already is! m' already waitin' to spill sum' thousand dollar wine o'er sum' rug older than the feckin' church. christ, bet i'd be charged by the hour jus' breathin' in 18th century dust or summin' if i wasn't venetia's side thing." it's ridiculous enough that he laughs himself, shaking his head silly from the surrealist lifestyle before him. in the grand scheme of things, felix is comparatively normal — as average as one can be once born with a golden spoon; pretentious in his own way, and the sort to prickle when things don't go his way, but joe won't hold that against him. (they're similar in that sense.) his eyes trace the fidget of felix's hands, an arched brow lifting with the words that mumble forth. joe idles with a tap, tap, tap against the surface. "what's she got to scrutinize? — yer' hair ain't combed right? you've — what — drank 'em dry wit' the flat whites?"
contrary to joe's assumption, felix doesn't have a rod up his ass and could even acknowledge that he was quite funny. endearing, really. it's not like he's wrong either, considering felix hadn't even given him his famous tour and shown him the duvet with henry viii's spunk on it. the acknowledgement that he was just venetia's sidething surprises him however, a studded brow raising inquisitively along with the dimpled corners of his mouth. "you're ridiculous," felix tells him, shaking his head. he's well aware that actually, the circumstances in which the cattons lived were kind of ridiculous — but it was old news to felix, tawdry and gauche. the hideous fucking reubens, the twenty thousand pound tapestries and chintz, he can't be assed. felix flushes, because he hadn't actually meant to give that much away, gnawing at his bottom lip because now he's certain anything that flies out of his mouth will seem silly. especially with this background. he doesn't like being dismissed, and while felix is warming up to joe, he doesn't trust joe enough to actually confide anything of meaning to him yet. "er, yeah. forget it. my mum's kind of anal retentive about facial hair, stubble — she gets freaked out by that kind of thing. don't go walking around the place after having just gone for a swim, either, she doesn't like it when things get all wet." he blinks, thinking better of it. "but it's relaxed." a bold-faced lie if there ever was one, but felix has given joe a hard enough time as it is.
@petitsdieu sent: 📺 watch horror movies together
even though he was a vicious scaredy-cat, there was something about horror that appealed to felix. maybe because he was a hothouse flower who had little reason for fear in his own gossamer life, but he digresses. red food dye 40 colored cornsyrup that mums of today could fearmonger about on it's lonesome coupled with the universal fear that you never entirely knew your neighbors — these themes were compelling enough to overlook the curdled milk feeling he got in his stomach whenever watching gratuitously gorey scenes. stanley kubrick's adaptation of the shining is playing on the big screen in the library, hiding his face behind the peak of hara's shoulder because jack nicholson has freaked him out ever since he was a boy. in non-film roles, too. something about those menacing eyebrows. "oh, minks, i don't know if i can make it all the way through this one. why couldn't we have just fucking put on superbad? just looking at michael cera's mug makes me laugh." as opposed to the discomfort he's feeling now. if it still held hara's attention though, he'd tough it out and suffer through jack nicholson's stupid eyebrows for a while longer.
This too shall pass but like holy fuck
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🎃 carve pumpkins together
🍁 go to a pumpkin patch
🍬 go trick or treating
🧛♂️ go to a costume party
📺 watch horror movies together
🌽 do a corn maze
🌾 go on a hayride
🍎 go apple-picking
☕ go on a coffee date
🐎 go on a horseback ride
🍄 go to a farmer's market
🌰 have a fall picnic
🥧 bake autumn treats together (pumpkin pie, cookies...)
🍂 take a walk in the woods to look at the leaves
📖 read books while it rains outside
⛺ go camping (and tell ghost stories by the campfire)
👻 decorate the house for Halloween
felix's blatant irritation is largely amusing — the bristling more entertaining than it is insulting — but the nagging (and it is nagging) strains each scoff that bubbles to the surface. one would think that without a family and without any solid shelter, that there'd be nothing and no one to pressure him; educate him with a pointed index and a stern look. venetia doesn't rise to the occasion — and although her father seems less enthused by joe's presence, even he cares little to shoulder responsibility. that felix does, is laughable. "jesus — who else is reelin' o'er this huh? yer' mom put you up to this? or this is all you?" his shoulders are propped up, roughened palms sat against the counter as he smoulders, creased brows angled in mild annoyance. "must be all you, 'cause no one else gives a shit. venetia doesn't. yer' parents don't. you really care this much 'bout — feckin' — stiff behaviour? bein' all — proper n' shit?"
felix's lips thin in annoyance, brows furrowing. joe's adamant on continuing to antagonize him, it seemed, but at least felix can be thankful he's not being disgustingly crass anymore. doubtful it'll last, but for the moment he can be appreciative. he glares at joe over his flat white, taking a sip as he braces himself for more senseless jabber. but to his dismay, joe's actually making sense. in a rare moment of clarity, felix recognizes that he might have been needlessly harsh on joe. he probably doesn't know any better, and it's not like felix had much notice about his presence at saltburn over the course of the summer, otherwise felix might've tried to clue him in on the necessary ettiquette to blend in with his family. something to help him not stick out like a sore thumb. "doesn't matter. maybe i am taking this more seriously, more personally than i ought to. but whatever, that says more about me than it does about you. you are, after all, only staying at my ancestral home." felix offers him a polite close-lipped smile. shifting tactics, opting to kill him with kindness — or at least lull joe into a false sense of security. it really was less about joe and perhaps more about felix. he always feels stressed out and overwhelmed whenever he returns from a term at oxford, when really one would think it'd be the other way around. "just forget it. and consider yourself lucky, i suppose, because if mum's not scrutinizing you she'll be focusing on me." he takes another sip of his flatwhite before setting it down, fingers absentmindedly stroking over his chin. good — his stubble hasn't grown back yet.
venetia's brother is a right cunt. figures, that. her parents are passive about things within the family and then overt and blunt when they're addressing the outskirts — but it's rather easy to avoid them either way. they're almost relieved when joe arrives, intrigued — certainly — (the questions rush in like an interrogation or a fucking job interview) until the inquisitions give way to disinterest. venetia tells him that this is a good thing; that to be further intertwined with the dysfunction, with their cold-blooded affection, is fatal in the long run. he doesn't question it. and he's pretty good at ignoring the signs, waving off the red flags, shouldering away the judgment — save for felix. his exasperation almost wails, discomfort so palpable that it's almost funny, but when the heat boils over, joe scoffs, a lazy arm still tucked into worn out sweats. "christ, someone's got a feckin' rod up their ass." predictably, he doesn't move. "so what, yer' pissed at me for acceptin' the invitation? — i didn't force her to bring me 'ere. not my fault she likes me." a smug little sneer pulls onto his features then, right cheek lifting then with the rising irritation. "she likes me a whole lot. you've seen it 'nyway."
felix doesn't consider himself a snob, and in fact, he pales in comparison to some of his peers at webbe. their difference in social status isn't what grates at felix, it's the lack of respect. joe may be venetia's boytoy of the summer, but he was still a fucking houseguest. if he thinks he only has to stay in venetia's good graces for things to be hunky dory, joe's sorely mistaken. "oh for fucks sake. fine, just don't turn your head." predictably, joe doesn't move when he asks and felix heaves a sigh before momentarily crowding him up against the counter to nab his ceramic mug from the cabinet, retreating afterwards. he doesn't bother closing the cabinet because he doesn't trust himself not to slam it on joe's head, especially with the incendiary comments coming out of the other boy's mouth. he busies himself with the espresso machine, gnawing at the inside of his cheek before whirling back around. "i'm not pissed you accepted the invitation, i'm pissed you accepted when you don't know how to behave yourself. this isn't a fucking inn. and i'm predicting you're only going to get worse instead of better, 'cos you seem real contrite over your actions thus far." a tired hand scrubs at his face, hairy knuckles digging into his eyesockets like he can rub his frustration alongside the sight of joe away. felix isn't sure there's a point in giving voice to further complaints. he's sure more will arise as the summer drags on. gods, he needs a vacation away from his vacation — that's never a good sign of things to come. with any luck, farleigh will be on his side and felix will have little interaction with joe going further.
