#oxford cycling

[smacula1]

What a difference a day makes. Taken roughly at the same spot and time, a day apart.

[bansuvs]

Oxford WNBR coming up on Sunday, June 4th, departs 3pm from Oxpens Meadow, next to the Ice Rink.

https://www.wnbr-oxford.co.uk/

For further WNBR dates see: https://proseandpassion.blogspot.com/2023/05/its-wnbr-season.html

[scenic-route33]

Gonna be honest, one of jmart dying from a "heart thing" does put me in mind of Naomi Herne's statement in MAG 013 when she's talking about how Evan died

[gawrkin]

Every time I hear about the Seven Liberal Arts, it's always in conjuction with Magic

(Samples taken from Vulgate Cycle and Post-Vulgate Cycle)

The Lady of the Lake

Petronius and the University of Oxford

Hippomene's daughter, Mother of the Questing Beast

Anyone else notice the "seven arts" mentioned in other stories?

[lexisub92]

Incredible day riding around Oxford, so many beautiful sites.

Not a cloud in the sky!

[6ebe]

my dad just sent me a text message saying “you could be cycling for team gb rn” bc it’s the first day of Olympic track cycling and I know like half of the team bc I used to train with them when I was younger 💀

[mylovelookup]

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.)

[fitzrovianews]

Westminster Council's Oxford Street plan will drive more traffic through Fitzrovia

Motor traffic restrictions at the eastern end of Oxford Street between Rathbone Place and Tottenham Court Road will mean more drivers passing through Fitzrovia. Image: Westminster Council. Westminster Council’s new, and very complicated, plan for Oxford Street will likely drive more motor traffic into Fitzrovia’s narrow streets and does nothing to improve conditions to enable safe cycling. The…

[tellingittash]

Religious Studies Term Of The Day: Samsara

Hey everyone! Today, I want to get to the basic building block presupposition of many faiths, especially Hinduism: samsara. This is the term for the cycle of birth and death that describes existence in totality. People are born and die and then are reborn as new things, sometimes other people, sometimes animals, sometimes supernatural beings. Every the world is said to operate under this system, as our world will eventually die as a result of our actions, but it will be reborn afterwards. But the fact that samsara exists (if that is what you believe to be true) is what makes karma and moksha so important, as they are systems that can only make sense within a system of samsara. These then necessitate the three paths that we have talks about and the things that go along with those systems (from asceticism to castes to gods). Everything we have talked about here with Hinduism stems from the belief in samsara.

However, it is not just the Hindus that believe in samsara. The Sikhs, who we have talked about before, also believe in samsara, as do other faiths that originated in India like Jainism and Buddhism. In fact, Buddhism’s spread has actually brought samsara as a belief to other faiths. Daoism, for example, also known as Taoism, believes in samsara only because of its contact with Buddhism in China, a place where people don’t necessarily have to choose between Buddhism, Daoism, Confucianism, or Popular Religion, because you can actually practice all of them together if you really wanted to. Thus, the exchange of ideas has made samsara a multi-faith issue, just as the ideas associated with Judaism and Zoroastrianism have spread to faiths like Christianity and Islam. But anyway, I’m always eager to learn from people who know more about samsara than I do, so feel free to educate me if you know more about it than I do. Anyway, for now, I hope you all have wonderful days and stay safe.

[luiscartaxo]

Christmas lights reflected in a puddle… #puddlegram #puddle #citycentre #puddlegrams #christmasdecor #christmaslights #reflections #raw_historic #cycling #oxforduni #oxforduniversity #universityofoxford #reflectiongram #reflection #shotoniphone #raw_reflection @raw_reflection_ #oxfordengland #bbcoxford #oxfordshirephotography #oxford #loveoxford #igersoxford #igersuk #oxfordlens #oxford_uk #raw_reflection_ #oxfordphotowalk #cyclist #lc_insta #thisisoxford (at Oxford, Oxfordshire) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClX7w2soPYQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[smacula1]

[bansuvs]

apparently there are protests now - must the the carbrains who can't see the point of any infrastructure excluding their beloved vehicles.

They claim to worry about Grandpont nature reserve, but there's nothing natural about a bit of green turfed out across the site of the former gas works.

[stvolanis]

Hi yes i'll have a farleigh start being the sweetest bf even though he's a massive asshole.

coming right up 💕

lover<3

(one shot)

PAIRINGS: Farleigh Start! X Reader

WARNINGS: it’s rlly short I’m sorry 😭, foul language, reader is emotional in this, kissing, cuddling, pet names, Felix and Oliver are dating because I said so, basically FLUFF!!!!

˚ ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ˚

Your partying days at Oxford were at a dreadful end, your life now piling with work on top of work. It was an endless cycle, an exhaustion. An annoyance.

You barely got sleep, and you felt like a living corpse dragging yourself from class to class every day. And the little sleep you did get was always interrupted with Oliver and Farleighs bickering, or Felix begging you to come to one of the many frat parties he’s throwing.

You knew you were neglecting Farleigh, and it made you feel terrible, but you truly just didn’t have the time. You would’ve told him how busy you’d become, but you were afraid he would become upset and break up with you or something, so you bit your tongue.

Farleigh, on the other hand, was like your night and shining armor. He was an amazing boyfriend, the whole reason you attended Oxford in the first place was because he was going to, and you always wanted to be wherever he was.

Though, now, you were starting to regret it. It was all becoming too much for you and you didn’t have a clue as to how you were gonna get all of the shit you had to do done. You were too afraid to ask for help, but you didn’t even need to ask. Farleigh realized on his own.

He didn’t say anything at first, but he could feel that something was off with you. He didn’t know what it was, but you seemed more agitated. When you guys hung out, your mind seemed elsewhere, and like you were in a constant state of gloom or something, he didn’t know.

But he knew you, and he knew that whatever was bothering you would stay unresolved unless he was the one who spoke up about it.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He suddenly asked. He was sitting at the edge of your bed, staring at you. Now, you didn’t know exactly how long he’d been stating at you because your mind, as always lately, was elsewhere. More specifically, focused on whatever bullshit you were typing on your lousy computer.

“Hellooo?” He asked again, more agitated this time. You didn’t respond, so he took it upon himself to slam your computer shut, nearly on your fingers before tossing it on your desk. “Farleigh, hey! Cmon, nows not the time.” You huffed out as you got up.

You felt hands around your waist turn you back around, so now you were facing Farleigh. His hands cupped your cheeks, and he made you peer up at him. “What’s wrong? Why have you been so distant lately?” He asked, genuinely upset.

Your eyes immediately watered and tears rolled down your cheeks, your lips beginning to tremble. Farleighs eyes turned soft as he pulled you into him. “Baby, please tell me. Can’t help you if I dunno what’s wrong, Princess.” He muttered in your hair.

“Everything, Farleigh! S’all too much!” You yelled out through your tears, your voice slightly muffled by his shirt. “See, we’re getting somewhere. Be a little more specific f’me, hm?” He urged as he kissed your head.

“The works too hard. There’s too much of it and I’ve been completely drowning in it, Farleigh.” You sobbed into his chest. He clicked his tongue as he made you look up at him again. “Oh, you silly girl. You should’ve told me!” He said as he wiped your tears with his thumbs.

You sniffled as he kissed your forhead, then both of your cheeks, your nose, then your lips softly. “S’okay, gonna be okay. I’ll help you, and so will that shithead Oliver.” He muttered against your lips reassuringly.

you giggled through your tears. Even when he was being the sweetest to you, he still always had it out for Oliver. It felt like a weight was lifted off of your shoulders. Like your lungs could finally take in air again. An exaggeration, maybe, but he made everything feel better.

“Wanna watch a movie? We can worry about the work later. You need to relax, honey.” He said as he lied down with you in his arms, snug against his large body. He played with your hair as you sighed, tracing shapes on his chest while nodding your head at the movie suggestion.

After a while, the two of you settled on “night at the museum” as it was one of your favorites. Farleigh, on the other hand, had absolutely no interest in the movie. He didn’t want to watch it, but for you? He’d do anything if it put a smile on your face.

Suddenly, the door burst open, revealing Oliver and Felix. “Party today, we’re all going! Don’t care what you have to do, Y/N.” He said.

“Jesus, fuck. Get out!!” Farleigh yelled out as he threw one of the books from your nightstand at Olivers head. Oliver winced and rubbed his head. “Shit, alright, alright! Cmon, Felix.” Oliver huffed out as he dragged his overly tall boyfriend out of the door.

You laughed. You laughed for the first time in what feels like forever, and it felt amazing. You needed this. You needed Farleigh. Even Oliver and Felix, but mostly just Farleigh. Your darling boy.

“Thank you, Farleigh.” You said as you leaned up, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. He returned the kiss with a dorky smile. “Of course, baby.” He replied as he squeezed your body closer to his.

And with that, you knew everything would be okay as long as Farleigh was with you doing it every step of the way.

˚ ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ˚

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[prose2passion]

the site lists a WNBR for Oxford this year!

[farleighlover]

farleigh angst is so a need like reader is his gf n he cant communicate well or express himself cause hes scared LIKEKEEE (this nga toxic but only cuz he dk how to love right 🫵🤣)

i was THINKIGNG farleigh who always uses sex as apologies getting into an argument with his gf (us !!) and shes so pissed that she says something about it, like “do you wanna fuck so you can stop—” wtv wtv, right? RIGHTTT? like something where she basically just shades his neediness for sex n everything… and he legit looks like a child getting scolded, saying no n everything, trying so hard to tell her that he wants her to hold him but he cant, so he just tried to tug at her hands and all </3

₊⊹ “numbingly obsessed.”

| farleigh start x fem!reader

w.c.: 2.6k

a/n: IM BACK thank you for this glorious request i love you !!!!!!!!! mwah mwah mwah nsbfjsjndjdjd sorry for not posting in sooooo long, i have pieces in the works so do not worry i also know i did mix up the request a little so sorry :(. and @firemenenthusiast take this

masterlist here …

you knew you and farleigh wouldn’t last.

you knew deep down your relationship with him went to shit. constantly arguing, yelling, just everything.

yet here you were, in his bed, sore from yesterday’s stupid decisions. it was like a never ending cycle. you and him get into an argument, he storms out of your dorm, then when it’s night you always hear the same knock and each thing leads to another, every time.

farleigh has already left a while ago, leaving no trace other than the drawer with his extra pack of cigarettes opened. he always left without leaving anything because at this time of age, you two don’t have the time for that anymore. or in other words, don’t care to make the effort for each other anymore.

you make your way to the courtyard where farleigh was with felix and some other popular jackass guys. the tension from the argument you two had yesterday was still heavy in the air as you both didn’t come to a conclusion with farleigh calling you a whore from how you dressed and “talked” to guys. you two went back and forth yesterday, and even now, it was obvious by his expression that he wasn’t going to drop it any time soon.

you went up to him. “hey.” you intertwined your fingers with his as he glanced down to see your face, then giving your fingers a little squeeze and kissing your head before he went back to talking. even the tiniest bit of affection still brought butterflies from the pit of your stomach.

it also reminds you of what you two had before farleigh turned into a second replica of himself, forgetting details of him when he turned popular. before, he was sweet and a loving person, and you know it’s basic words to describe him but it purely fit the old him. you two were secure and enveloped in love endlessly, always doing some cliché lovers thing, for example, you two wore stupid silly matching “bff” necklaces from claire’s because for the life of him, couldn’t find a girlfriend and boyfriend one. you teased him when he told you this, saying “it’s claire’s, baby. i wouldn’t be surprised.” he scoffed and laughed it off.

farleigh persuaded you to wear your part of the heart. he was so excited and so proud of himself as he made you drumroll and overdo it for the reveal, and when he finally pulled it out of the bag, he was all giggles and smiled as he went over to help put your necklace on. there were struggles here and there, farleigh cursing at the “stupid bitchy hook” he would call, but when he eventually got it on, he smiled and giggled before hugging and kissing you in joy.

because farleigh cherished you and paraded you around, showing everybody that you were his and he was yours, you two became the star couple of oxford from how in love you both were. he went heavy on displaying affection, peppering you kisses, holding your hand, always having to be close to you and touch a part of you, like the lace of your skirt or the fabric of your sleeve, to remind himself that you’re still there. one of your favorite times is halloween, because whenever farleigh needs a kiss mark for his costume, he’ll run to you with your signature lipstick (which must i add, had to be waterproof because he didn’t want it to come off from him sweating) and bend down to your level so your kiss mark was on his cheek. most times, he didn’t even need a kiss mark. he just wants a kiss from you displayed.

but the popularity got to him, and it’s like he was a different person. he stopped leaving you morning kisses, he stopped buying you flowers often, he just decided to stop caring as much. and now, farleigh constantly argued. always grumpy about something and he took it out on you. you know that farleigh has a hard time expressing how he feels, so the only way he apologizes his actions is through sex. you knew that farleigh feared losing you.

you snapped out of your thoughts as farleigh smushed his cigarette butt into the grass. you look up at him before hugging him a slight tighter. even after everything, you still loved him a lot. the feelings you have felt since the beginning have always stayed blooming alive in you. he gazed down before he kissed your head and gave you a pat on the shoulder.

you shared first period english with farleigh. you both always sat next and close to each other, no matter how upset you two were at each other. throughout class as you tried to focus on the professor, you could always sense farleigh staring at you and taking note of every inch and every nook of you. he has a small habit of doing that which makes your heart flutter every time, until farleigh gets yelled at. “mr. start, instead of analyzing your girlfriend so much, what about analyzing the text in your hands? just a suggestion.”

a few kids laughed quietly at the professor's remark which makes farleigh scoff and a thin rosy layer spreads across his cheeks. he always looked adorable when he got flustered. you let out a little giggle and pitched his arm, making the corners of his mouth tug into a sweet smile before swatting you away before the professor told you two to quit it. you both immediately stopped, and after a little, you and him glanced at each other and tried to hold in your laugh. in small moments like this, even after everything, you still knew that farleigh was the same lovestruck boy from the start.

it was later in the night. everybody was in the pub. you sat on farleigh’s lap with an arm around his neck as he kept you close with his hand on your hip, drawing little shapes on your bare skin. the tension still remained and worsened when farleigh got drunk.

“your girl’s showing a bit of skin, farleigh.” some guy shot out.

“i know. she’s being a bit of a whore lately.”

you immediately felt your cheeks flush as you glared at farleigh, widening your eyes as all he did was shrug his shoulders. what the fuck did he just call you? you scoffed in disbelief before pushing him off and made past people and leaving. why would he just embarrass you like that? your heels clicked against the concrete as you shoved open the doors.

the shock of coldness from outside hit you greatly. you hugged yourself, trying to create some warmth as you originally arrived to the pub with farleigh’s jacket, but fuck that. you didn’t truly need him, right? you two lost the spark the relationship held a long time ago. you were fed up with every ounce of bullshit he brought when he came over. every argument, every insult he said to you, the complaining, why would you take any more from him?

you sat in your dorm, reading a book as you tried to stop thinking about what he called you at the pub. the clock was about to strike the second hour you’ve been at your dorm, when a knock was at your door.

you already knew who it was. the farleigh start, coming to ask for “forgiveness" which the story always ended the same in bed. but now, you had enough of his shit.

you went and answered the door, obviously pissed. farleigh groaned and did a quick eye roll when he saw your expression. “listen baby, i’m sorry okay? is that what you wanted to hear?”

you scoffed. “i’m sorry my ass. you can do better.” farleigh got more impatient by the second. “can you let me in at least?” a small bite was present in his voice which somehow instead of making you feel small and the burn in your throat, you stood your ground. “farleigh, i fucking deserve an apology. you humiliated me in front of everybody. why the fuck would you do that?” the anger was shown in your voice.

farleigh glared, him getting increasingly annoyed. “so that’s what all of this is about? chill the fuck out, everybody was drunk. nobody will remember it tomorrow.” he let out a small sigh and crept his hands onto your hips, drawing himself closer to you. “baby c’mon… i’m sorry okay? let me show you…”

you instantly grabbed his hands away from your hips. “oh, you’re going to fuck me as your apology? like how you always do?” you were pissed. it felt like everything you kept in for months just snapped out.

farleigh’s eyes widened. he never seen you talk and act like this to him. “baby, i just—“ you immediately cut him off. “don’t fucking call me that! i’m not your “baby” farleigh, for fuck’s sake.” you spat.

“c’mon, i’m sorry okay?” his tone softened a little. farleigh always had a hard time expressing his feelings. he moved into your doorway, trying to get closer as you kept backing up. when both of you were in the dorm, he closed the door behind him, still keeping his eyes on you.

he took a deep breath before adding on. “i didn’t mean when i called you a whore, i was just mad from yesterday…” farleigh tried to hold your hand but you snatched it away. “i don’t fucking care! you always do this. you just come here and pick out a problem about me. you were never like that before. if you don’t want to be with me, then just say that!”

farleigh’s heart dropped and he was at a loss of words for a second at the thought of him losing you. “nononono, baby, c’mon—“ “no farleigh,” you snapped, the tone and sharpness in your voice made his eyes widened a little, not ever seeing you react like this. “you always pick out everything i do, having me under your grasp and forcing me to be all this and all that for you! for fuck’s sake, you don’t even have a true apology! what, “let me show you”? is that your excuse every time?”

farleigh sputtered out excuses, tears filling up his eyes. the guilt and shame burned heavy and deep into his chest. “no—! i’m sorry, please listen…” he started becoming more desperate, trying to hold your hand to feel the comfort you brought to him and also to try and get you to hear him out, but you’ve had enough. “no farleigh. you fucking listen!” he sits down in one of the chairs, trying to tug at your hands as he pouts a little and his eyes become glossy. “baby—“ you immediately cut him off. “don’t fucking call me that farleigh! i’ve had enough of your shit. you know, fuck this. we’re done. get out of my dorm.”

farleigh’s heart immediately broke. as you walked away, he stood up and went after you, a whimper leaving him. “n-no! please, can we just talk about this? i love you—“ you turned and faced him before shooting back. “no you don’t! you would’ve never treated me like this if you loved me farleigh! never!”

you could see in his eyes how his heart just crumbled from your words. he let out a sob, tears slipping down his cheeks. farleigh truly loved you and you knew that. but you knew that this isn’t what you deserved. it was like you trying to save a dying flame but farleigh kept blowing it out.

farleigh held your hand tightly, even though you tried to free yourself. he was scared that you’ll slip out of his grasp and he’ll lose you forever. he couldn’t let that happen. you were the only thing he loved in his life. he needed you. he wouldn’t know how he’d cope without you. he sobbed more, the tears flooding out of his eyes as he choked and coughed on his spit. “i’m sorry! i’m so sorry… i truly love you, i was just scared baby, please believe me…”

“bullshit farleigh! fucking bullshit!” tears filled your waterline, and soon they were slipping out of your eyes. farleigh couldn’t handle seeing you cry, the guilt and regret burning deeper and deeper into his chest. it hurt him to see you like this and the worst part was that he knew he was the whole reason behind it. “baby please… i’m sorry, i love you, i-i can’t lose you…” farleigh was losing it more and more, his tears and sobs becoming louder as he hiccuped and tried to keep you close. he could never commit. past then, he was so scared of you finding someone better or you getting annoyed of his clinginess, so he just kept pushing you away. but you were the thing he loved most. if he reached a low, you were always there and he always said the same thing, “i’m so lucky to have you.”

every moment was replaying in farleigh’s head. every single one. every english period with you, every date, even the arguments. he didn’t care if you were yelling at him, all he wanted was to be around you.

and now he was going to lose that forever. and that thought made him break. he was drowning in all the regret and shame that was weighing him down. he let out a wrecking sob before just shutting down. he couldn’t take it. all he wanted to do was make it up to you, for everything to stop and go back to what it was. every mistake, every time he hurt you, he only wished to take it back because in pure reality, you were genuinely the only person he had and trusted. but because of his stupidness, he wouldn’t have you anymore. he feared this day, and now his whole world was just coming down. you felt the grip on your hand slowly become looser as the crying just took over him. his hands covering his face as he whimpered and cried, trying to hide himself from everything that was happening. it honestly hurt you to see him like that. you’ve never seen him just crumble and that stung your heart.

he let go of your hand, trying to stop crying and find his words. he knew that no matter how much fighting or pleading he did, you would never take him back. he tried to make the last moments, well, last. he grasped out for your touch, just wanting you to hold him and just wanting to feel the warmth and comfort of your touch. “p-please…” he begged. his voice was hoarse and dry as he kept sobbing.

you never wanted more to just give in and hug him. to just forget about everything and only think about his heartbeat in your ear, or the feeling of you all wrapped up with him while you both fell asleep mid movie. but you couldn’t. you couldn’t just keep letting yourself go back to him. this was once and for all.

“no farleigh. leave my dorm now, please.” you could see how all hope drained from his face, but he knew that you’ve made your decision. he let out a quiet cry before whispering, “goodnight. i-i love you.” a small whine leaving his lips as he finished. he took a glimpse of you, just trying to remember you and the love you both once had. after a little, he went to your door and left, the quietness of the door clicking close, rather than all the times he slammed it after leaving your dorm with another argument. the sinking of the door and his presence gone left you with the silence and everything that just happened finally coming to your brain and heart. you just stared, a part of you just hoping he’ll come back and say something once more, just so you could hear him for the last time in a row, but it never came. you two were always and forever, going to be numbingly obsessed with each other.

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