#Farley

[mt-nynj-queer]

Farley

[terrortooth]

farley and elise inspired by that book cover

[m0nsterjuice-art]

painting i finished a week ago

[lucy-the-cat]

RQ Flash Fic Friday

Setup: Farley, Cal, Maven, and Evangeline work in a coffee shop. Chaos ensues. (Also I've never worked at a coffee shop uh ignore any plotholes)

Cal poked his head through the door, grimacing "Houston, we have a problem."

"For the last time Cal, it's the customer's fault if you spell it wrong. Everyone knows this." Evangeline popped a bubble and kept chewing. "Dig in your heels, and never show weakness. That's how you get tips."

He frowned. "We're allowed gum?"

In the corner, Farley drizzled caramel atop a thick layer of foam, scowling. "The orders, Calore."

"That's the problem." He wrung his hands. "This newest customer, she, ah--" He scratched his head. "I don't know what she's saying."

Maven massaged his forehead. "Jesus Christ, Cal, are you that bad at the names here?"

Evangeline swung on the nearest table. "Just scrawl something illegible, no one will notice."

Cal turned to his brother, throwing his hands in the air. "Does anyone here actually want this job?"

Farley muttered something under her breath, and Evangeline jutted her chin. "What was that, Canada?'"

She shrugged. "Nothing. Just that maybe you should serve them yourself if you know how to do it so well."

Her eyes narrowed. "What am I, a servant?"

Maven studied his nails. "A barista. But yes."

"Fine." The words hissed between her teeth. "You'll regret this, all of you."

Cal grimaced. "Already am."

At his side, Maven perked. "Be sure to smile!"

"Fuck off." Evangeline tied on her apron with grit teeth. She'd gotten through this job a full semester without doing it properly: she wasn't about to start now.

To Be Continued . . .

@drewtanakagf @nortaeventcouncil

[roughridingrednecks]

Farley I want him to pin me down and chew on my nipples. I'd be his bitch if he made me hurt.

[deweydell25]

(via GIPHY)

Sweet Dreams 😴💤💤💤

[ryunumber]

Farley from animal crossing gamecube

Farley has a Ryu Number of 2.

[evangelineartemiasamos]

May 13th - Happy Birthday, Diana Farley

It’s for the best. Lying to them, disobeying the orders, it’s for the best. It’s not your fault the Colonel doesn’t understand. It’s not your fault. The old refrain levels me out, as comforting as a stiff drink. Everything I’ve done and everything I ever will do is for the cause. No one can say otherwise. No one will ever question my loyalty, not once I give them Norta on a silver platter.

[mineral-vulture]

Just got done with my birthday gift for my friend @m0nsterjuice featuring (from left to right starting from the top) Nova, chili pepper imp, Razzle, Sherbert, Farley, one of his alt sonas, Snickerdoodle, and Alex.

I know the gift is a day late but I wanted to draw something nice with most of his characters to not just celebrate his birthday but also celebrate escaping from his old home life.

Happy late birthday Juice, I hope you had a great one!

[choicesoutofcontext]

open heart | book 1, ch 3

[terrortooth]

farley and elise / jewel beetle

[m0nsterjuice-art]

Farley

[lucy-the-cat]

Rq Flash Fic Fridays

Continued from this post:

Evangeline whipped around. "You speak French?"

Farley rolled her eyes. "Quebecois, oui."

"Cool, cool, cool." Her nails scraped down the cup. "Here's the thing: she's cute. You're not."

It had been enlightening to realize it was not a name Cal was struggling with, but a language, one Evangeline had insisted she could speak fluently for years. A lie she never thought would come back to bite her.

Farley slid towards the customer area, but Evangeline grabbed her arm. She would've spat if it weren't beneath her. "I told you, Canada, she's mine."

"Too late." Maven emerged from behind the curtain. "Got her order."

"Brilliant." Evangeline massaged her temples. "How'd you even--?"

"I know French."

"Of course. Why not."

He studied his nails. "And Latin, English, Italian, Greek, Spanish--"

"We get it, you're very special."

"Thank you, Evangeline." Maven leaned against the wall. "She wanted to know if you were single. Unfortunately she's been made aware that you're on the hard end of the aro-ace spectrum, so if you would be a dear and hand me that towel--"

She snapped it in his face, grabbing the nearest cup and scribbling something illegible. The coffee nearly burned her hand as she poured. "This goes on your head next time."

He grimaced. "Did you even read the order?"

"No time!"

She pushed past a bewildered Cal, barreling into the serving section. Her gum fell out of her pocket, and Maven popped a piece in his mouth. "Yeah she's totally fired."

@drewtanakagf @nortaeventcouncil

[greeniery]

i'm not a victim you know i pull triggers

[siadai]

[tw: toxic relationship dynamics, mentions of suicide]

There are indomitable forces in the universe that are simply beyond explanation. For example — how is it possible that despite the vastness of New York City and the propagation of what must be over a thousand nightclubs, Lightning Surannawat finds himself once more under the same blare of scarlet lights as the demonic bastard who has ruined his life over and over again? He spots them across the hazy sea of inebriated individuals as though knowing they were there by instinct, a figure so unmistakable to him because it has belonged to him for some ten years now. Or, well, it had belonged to him — because according to their last fight it would be their final fight, that Lightning would sooner kill himself than willingly see Farley’s face ever again.

Funnily enough, Lightning would be found half-dead the next day, and really, it was an accident of arrogance more than anything else: an ardent belief that he could always handle more, being himself a god and entirely invincible, fuelled by a gluttonous desire to inundate himself with sensations in order to escape the fear that it might actually actually be their very last fight. And the next few weeks were a blur — he doesn’t know how he got to the hospital, he doesn’t even know how long he was out, but when he awoke his younger sister was there giving him the tongue lashing of a lifetime, telling him that he was to return home the moment he was released by the hospital, and that was when he had snuck out of the hospital and, well, run into hiding. That was a month or two ago, and now he had returned to New York City.

And almost immediately, the inexplicable forces of the universe that have never allowed the two entwined souls to part for too long once more manipulated the paths of their fates, for better or for worse. Lightning doesn’t approach Farley immediately: the right time will come. It always does. This time, it comes when Lightning steps through the door to the terrace to smoke. He never carries cigarettes with him, always reliant on the generosity of drunk fools. He is faced with the ever-piercing gaze of Farley Erskine Corcoran IV, and there is always something about looking them in the eye, because the emotions rush to Lightning’s chest and throat, that intense yet familiar taste of acidic rage and pitless hurt and fiery passion all at once, something that the other has always without fail evoked in him. It is an addicting feeling. He has almost missed it.    

“Did you miss me?” Lightning asks, his tone mocking, without a doubt meant to irritate and provoke, stepping into the space in front of Farley as though this space were his to seize as he desired, as though nothing has happened and the other belongs still to him and him alone. Without caring to ask for permission, he slips his hand into the inner right pocket of Farley’s suit jacket, drawing the ever-familiar cigarette case from within. His tremulous fingers fumble with the clasp, taking several moments to open the case. It is even a struggle to take a cigarette out of the case and bring it to his lips, and both of them are well aware enough of why that is. Lightning waits patiently for the other to light the cigarette that dangles from his lips.

@pangkuphos​