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I need Bill skarsgård x reader asap please someone make fanfic of him I swear to god,He's so fine. I need more fanfics of this man in real life and his characters that he plays like I'm begging 😭 😩 😫 🙏
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thinking about farleigh today....the only brown boy in a white house...curly haired and american but with the royal cheekbones of the cattons....he snarls like a trapped creature because he is one--his family is the snare closed around his bloodied foot....he betrays himself bc he sees himself more in liam and josh than in his cousins...terrified of being exposed as a fraud...vicious boy with a beggar's bowl biting the hand that feeds. oh farleigh start you horrible lonely fucked up little thing brimming with hate
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gucci silk pajama Farleigh you’re everything to me
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“no fr” i say in a whispered tone as i draft another unfinished piece.
guys where did all the farleigh fanfic writers go ☹️☹️☹️
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Farleigh Brainrot hitting hard
He moves back to America. There’s nothing he gives a shit about in Europe anymore since his cousins are dead and Sir James is staying true to his word of cutting Farleigh off.
He goes for a law degree, since the Catton Siblings did always like Legally Blonde.
He moves around a lot. So many places start to remind him of Saltburn or Oxford eventually.
During a bender in Atlanta, he learns how to shoot a gun. Shotgun, specifically. That has flair. He fucks a few farmhands, gets better and better at aiming—it’s a good time.
Farleigh revisits Saltburn for the first time since he moved. Since Sir James and Auntie Elspeth had passed away.
And Oliver is there, that little parasite. And he looks good. Crazed, but hot.
They have a horrible game of cat and mouse. They fuck a few times. Farleigh slips something in his drink.
They’re in bed after a wild night. Oliver is out cold.
Farleigh straddles him, the blue light of the moon casting shadows over the room.
And he shoots him. Point blank through the skull.
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ur brain
i like to think about farleighs accent fluctuating between american to slight english because of how much time he spends in england, it’s such a niche trait to me~
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Farleigh’s the type of person to yell “KISS ON THE MOUTH” at two dudes fighting
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