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colourmatched · 4 hours
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I absolutely love the ending of The Talented Mr Ripley.
I love that Tom was able to trust Peter enough to tell him about his past and I love that Peter basically said "Y'know what, I love you no matter what. You are smart, sexy, talented and Dickie and Freddie were kind of assholes, so they should've seen it coming." And the next day they watch the sunset on the boat together. And when Meredith shows up, Tom is all like "Hey, look who I found on the boat?" and Peter played along "Such a coincidence we were on this boat together, and yet Dickie and I have decided are getting married next month" and Meredith was all like "I can't blame either of you. Can I be maid of honour?" and she was and they lived happily ever after.
Truly a classic.
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colourmatched · 7 hours
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They can never let gays be happy. Someone always has to die
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colourmatched · 7 hours
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I just watched Talented Mr Ripley and I think that ending held me like a mother with a child (I bawled my eyes out because for some reason, that moment of the film is when I resonated deeply with Ripley)
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colourmatched · 14 hours
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Just remembered vampires can't be reflected on mirror. Vampires are also wealthy and cold-blooded
Guess who called himself a vampire yet had a lot of mirror scenes
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colourmatched · 1 day
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his hair is growing out...... chat im unwell
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colourmatched · 1 day
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Oliver broke Felix's heart, but it all came through in the end. Felix finished his interview.
IMPORTANT TAGS: Alternate Universe - Role Reversal, Unreliable Narrator, Felix Catton is Obsessed with Oliver Quick, Oliver Quick is Literally 19-year-old Twink Barry Keoghan, Suicide Attempt
CHAPTER TAGS: Brief Mention of Castration, Light Body Horror, Non-graphic Dismemberment, Kidnapping
Forgot to post ch4 but teehee. It's finished. I'm gonna write more soon, probably
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colourmatched · 3 days
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kind of thinking about something diabolical
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colourmatched · 3 days
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criminally insane yada yada... im too drunk to draw a hand or anything
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colourmatched · 3 days
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putting these next to each other for scientific purposes
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gifs from @icantspellthings
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colourmatched · 3 days
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Today I think about childhood friends cattonquick (+ Farleigh and Venetia), with long hair girlboy Oliver ofc
The cattons thought oliver was a girl at first, (felix was head over heels) until they went swimming and oliver take off his shirt and the other three be like "hey what are you doin- YOU'RE A BOY!?"
Nothing just them running around...laughing and doing hair for each other...playing house...felix said he wants to be the dad, ollie will be the mom, farl and vee can be their children and they just fighting over roles, but felix got what he want in the end anyway (btw vee actually almost teared up when ollie treated her nicely because um her mom was never like that)
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colourmatched · 3 days
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Love the idea of Farleigh hating Oliver so bad because he always meets him head to head. Every bitchy comment met with a surprisingly striking quip. Every embarrassing comment or situation met with amusement. Oliver truly winning in the IDGAF war and Farleigh being a sore loser.
Farleigh purposely knocking into Oliver the first time a girl finally talks to him making him spill his cup. Oliver backing him into a corner telling him all the horrible, terrible things he'll do to him if he doesn't back off.
Farleigh of course doesn't. Oliver shows him he meant every word of what he said.
Farleigh hating Oliver because he gave him the best fuck of his life. Just to go back to fawning all over his cousin and even worse totally ignoring him.
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colourmatched · 4 days
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How oliver thought the maze confrontation would lead:
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How it ended:
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colourmatched · 4 days
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Do you think hauntings can go both ways. Like, if a ghost is a dead person who can't move on, what is an alive person who can't let go of someone dead? Grief as a form of haunting. Dragging the memory of a corpse with you because it's all that's left of them. Seeing them out of the corner of your eye sometimes. You know. It pairs nicely with obsession of revenge
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colourmatched · 5 days
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oliver chewing on felix’s pen caps to be sexy & felix is like: “oh god i bet they never fed you did they, oliver? how long was it till they fed you? was it long? [heavy breathing]”
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colourmatched · 5 days
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My favorite genre of Oliver is Insecure Gf ™ Oliver.
Like waking Felix up in the middle of the night to ask “would you love me if i was a worm” only to cry when Felix doesn’t reply and he thinks he hates him (Felix is just a very heavy sleeper)
Orange peel theory except Felix has never peeled an orange in his LIFE and doesn’t even like them that much so the fruit goes ignored and Oliver is convinced that they’re about to break up
Oliver asking if Felix thinks he’s the prettiest but Felix is boy stupid so he says that Oliver is but not as pretty as (insert female celebrity crush here) and Oliver is ready to key Felix’s car at this point
Insecure Gf Oliver and extremely oblivious and sometimes insensitive bf Felix is just truly a wonderful cocktail of toxicity
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colourmatched · 5 days
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i love possessive and clingy Felix sm
like, Oliver is his and he will pout and seethe if Ollie gives his sister or Farleigh even an ounce more of attention than he gives him
he and Ollie are at a party and he’s pressing himself against Oliver’s back and wrapping an arm around his best friend’s shoulders, keeping him pinned against his chest so he can’t move (as if Oliver ever would)
or they’re laying naked in the field and Oliver stands to get a drink or something but suddenly he can’t move because Felix’s hand is wrapped around his ankle, looking up at him over his sunglasses with big brown eyes, asking him, ‘where are you going?’
maybe Oliver spills some soup on his shirt during lunch at school so Felix all but jumps at the idea of dragging his best mate to his dorm and giving him one of his shirts to wear, even though it’s way too big for him, because he loves the idea of Ollie wearing his clothes
the two of them falling asleep drunk in Oliver’s dorm and Felix is wrapped around Oliver so tight, has him held tightly against his chest because Oliver is his best friend and his to cuddle and no one else can
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colourmatched · 5 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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