#farrah drag race

[vonxodd]

FARRAH MOAN // give it to me straight ep 27 ♡

[listography]

RUPAUL’S DRAG RACE | SEASON 9 (2017)

[btbigelow]

Farrah Moan doodle

10/20/2020

[justdavina]

Farrah Moan: Who appeared on 'RuPaul's Drag Race' season 9 and 'Drag Race All Stars' season 4 — has been living as a woman since 2019 I'll tell ya ladies...she makes me moan with all her HOT fashion!

[apolloanddaphnis]

Liz and Billy

Synopsis: Minka Farrah is the screen siren of the Art side of Hollywood's. David Lynch's new muse, inspires designers the new Elizabeth Taylor. Despite her appearance, she's always there for her friends. Megan's one of her best, but it turns out Megan isn't the only one who needs a shoulder to cry on, her fiancé Colson Baker, known to the world as the notorious Machine Gun Kelly, needs a shoulder too, and what a lovely sweet smelling, empathetic shoulder it is.

Going to be a Colson x OC fic.

It's going to be an explicit fic.

Warnings for first chapter: Not proofread, mentions of suicide attempts, mental health mentions.

I. Giant

♡♡Minka's POV ♡♡

Megan wasn't doing good.

We've been friends since we met on the set of my film Poison. We bonded over our love for music and she was easy and fun to be around, after that we started spending as much time as we could together and texted everyday, when we weren't filming on location she made herself an unofficial resident at my French revival on Ridgedale drive. Claiming I give the best sleepovers.

The harlot loves stealing my makeup too, Claiming I have so much makeup like a department store I wouldn't notice it missing. I let her, it's not as if I couldn't easily replace it.

I was the only person she told absolutely everything to, perhaps that's why I never corrected her when she would irk me.

Pour example, when she bugs me about why I don't get down there surgery, or after my mother who was my best friend died how I didn't find her warm enough, she has a habit of dealing with tragedy in a way Jack Frost would; Too much silence, almost like she's watching a car crash. And let's not forget that every time I desired to come out to everyone about being a transwoman, she discouraged it because my career is far too successful. Which in my good opinion is precisely why I should, I owe it to my fans to every child or adult who feels trapped inside a body that doesn't belong to them.

I well ignored her well-intentioned advice and came out anyway, while I was a judge on RuPaul's Drag Race. The media lost it people lost it, many angry men who harbored illicit fantasies of me were outraged and women claimed I was far too pretty to be a man. The news beautifully purged me of my ignorant fans, the loyal and open minded remained, and my film career didn't hurt too terribly because I was already in a more artistic genre, people would say I'm the Elizabeth Taylor of Isabella Rosselini, a Bettie Page sort of Isabelle Adjani.

When backlash arrived, Megan lovingly pointed out it was expected because of how people are, I didn't need that. She's not like Anya, who is my warmer friend.

It can't be helped, it's just her nature, she has never dealt with emotions and high stressed situations well, I can accept that.

Despite that, whenever something particularly irks or disturbs her good moods, I'm the first person she calls, and like a dutiful friend I drop it all to run to her beck and call.

She's been starting to see the rapping singer Machine Gun Kelly, the gorgeously painted tower of a man. I never listened to his music and as a fan of Motley Crüe I found The Dirt inaccurate and ridiculous. But he did a very good job as Tommy Lee. I'll admit that.

Megan is mad about Colson, that's his name. She's peanuts and almonds about him, I think it mainly has to do with how apparently skilled he is between the sheets which I can definitely see. But, unfortunately Colson like many artists, suffer from mental health issues, and Meg darling little Nutmeg is not the best with that especially as someone so beautifully intense and tragic as Mr. Baker.

Pete and I have talked about this, my best friend, my absolute beloved, who is actually Colson's beloved best friend as well. So funny that the rapper and I have only met once at Pete's birthday party. He stared at me for a rather long time before offering me a cigarette, I asked if they were French and he laughed before some girl took him away. And that was that, I was called away to Budapest for that Polanski movie.

But Megan has been telling me her forever love has been incredibly paranoid, and blaming her for not being there enough. She was thoroughly upset, and this morning she called me at 5, she couldn't sleep. She told me they fought all through the night and she was glad Casie was at her mother's. I bit back asking about her boys who she spends less and less time with these days. I climbed out of my big, comfy bed away from my canine kinder and American Sable. "Boys, we're going to Auntie Meg's a little early this morning." I Yawned, removing my silk sleeping mask and headscarf. This wasn't the first time I woke up at this time of course, but I savored my days off.

I tie on my vintage circa 1980 Victoria's Secret robe and slip on my satin rabbit shaped slippers before turning on the light on my side table.

I opened the curtains of my French doors that opened up to my bedroom balcony before inhaling the sweet air of the rose hour, and walked through the connecting door to my hardly humble and spacious master bath. No time for luxuriating in my jacuzzi tub, it's a shower today. I rubbed my eyed and messily pinned up what I could of my raven bob, pushing it back by a satin headband and capped it before slipping off my robe and entering my four person shower for one.

The heat was high and delicious and I had to remind myself that this was to be quick, Chanel facial care was my friend and aveeno's oat shower oil and doves macadamia nut body polish were the lovers that kissed my skin.

Once my duties were done I shut off the well pressured shower and dried off with my egyptian cotton towels from the warmer. I rubbed on my toner, serum, essence, moisturizer, spf, eye cream and lip care. I massaged my aveeno baby lotion on and brushed my hair down brushing in the L'Oreal mythic oil, and washed my hands with L'Occitane before moisturizing my hands with their hand cream. I quickly brushed and water flossed my teeth and for makeup it was very basic for my usual, just L'Oreal serum foundation, reddish sweetbriar and rose oil comfort lip oil by Clarins, and Lancome mascara to accentuate my violet-blue eyes a little.

I neglected my underwear today and pulled on my black, v-dipped spandex shorts, and pulled on my white polo halter, backless cropped top that says Los Angeles in black old English text on my right breast. I perfumed my pulse points with eau fraiche by Chanel before rushing to slip on my black 90s slip on sandal wedges.

I washed my chiweenie and skunks faces and leashed them up, before grabbing my Coach black tabby and 90s Prada sunglasses.

I locked up the house and called my driver Kaiden. In record time he pulled up in my black Rolls Royce that I was still too afraid to drive. I'm afraid of driving, yes, and I know it's ridiculous but I can't help the irrational fear. "Morning Kaiden, I hope you had enough sleep."

Kaiden is an ex user. I was at the Beverly Center one day and I saw this hungry young man who happened to be homeless, it upset me so much. I can't stand seeing people on the street and there's so many, so I asked him if he could drive and he said yes, and I asked him how would he like to drive luxury cars for a living. I set him up in a luxury apartment on la brea, got him medical and dental and mental health care all holistic, a signing bonus. The rest is history, Kaiden is like family and he likes to act as my bodyguard as well even though I do have one, Jack. He's protective of me, forever grateful. I look after him, make sure he goes to his therapy sessions and I cook for him and take care of his laundry. I've got a soft spot for the twenty four year old.

"I did, did you?"

"Yes I was a good girl, no parties last night, got my full eight hours father." I teased. "Have you eaten yet?"

"No mother." He teased right back.

I smiled. "I'm going to make breakfast at Meg's, she won't mind you joining, how does that sound?"

"Like I'd ever turn down your food."

"Don't make me blush."

It takes about forty minutes for me to get to Meg's new Encino mans with her rakish knight.

Kaiden parks and takes my skunk, Nikki, as I carry Vince, my chiweenie. I text her that I'm here with Kaiden and she tells me to go around back to not wake Colson.

We do as we're told and Meg is there waiting for us in her pajamas that consist of booty lounge shorts, UGG slippers, a t- shirt that obviously belonged to Colson, and her ebony hair up in a messy bun. "Hi beautiful." I whispered softly before pulling her into a hug and kissed her cheek that was warm from sleep.

"I'm so glad to see you, babe." She said softly as she squeezed me. She waved to Kaiden and slid the backdoor back to let us in.

I set Vince down who followed Kaiden and Nikki, my inked driver knew the routine and headed to the den to give Meg and I privacy.

I slipped off my sandals and followed Meg into the kitchen. I went to the coffee station to start that. I got her and Colson a Nespresso machine and milk frother with many capsules for a housewarming gift.

I put in the rich chocolate capsule that was known for its creamy and chocolate notes, and poured oat milk creamer into the frother. "Okay, I want your guts on the table." I said to her with a smile.

She sighed and slumped her body onto the island. "I can't even like…Mink…" she said my nickname with such exhaustion.

I went over to her and gently rubbed her back aside and pushed a random object off the counter. I love Meg but she's kind of a slob, but a very cute slob. "Deep breaths, like you're using a straw." I encouraged softly.

She did the breathing exercise I taught her and l went to grab three mugs and filled them with coffee, cream, and sugar. I gave her a mug and kissed her head. "Sip some of this and prepare to let It all out, I'll be right back." I left her briefly to give Kaiden his coffee, he and the fur boys were laying on the couch. I then returned to an exhausted Megan sipping her coffee. I took my mug and sat beside her. "Okay, let it out, it's just me."

She teared up as she nursed the glass mug. "It's so fucking hard sometimes, Mink." She whispered. "I can handle it I can but…I mean I'm fucking human, I can handle shit like remember I told you about the accident with Brian."

Brian was her ex husband, only knew him from playing David Silver on Beverly Hills 90210, and he's the father of her boys. They went through a lot together between his ex, being victims of the Bling Ring, and his car accident that had him partially paralyzed for a while and not to mention her affair with Shia LaBeouf. She's right, she can handle a lot.

"But," She continued. "It's fucking insane when you get called up at work from your fiancée, and he fucking tells you you're not there…" her eyes are watery and her voice starts to break.. "And talking crazy shit like somebody's after him, a-and he has a goddamn gun in his mouth!" She whispered hysterically before crying on my shoulder.

I felt my throat run dry, my tongue heavy, I set my mug down and pulled her into a hug as she wailed. Colson tried to kill himself? When was this? He must be in some awful pain to feel like he needed such an awful way out. I took a deep breath to push my own floodgates back, because it's not about me. "He was using at the time, he stopped since then, but I can't get that out of my head, Minka. I fucking can't. Why the hell would he do that to me? And I have been there for him I'm always there, I'm starting to think he wants me to stop my career and keep me in this fucking house!"

My blood ran cold, no wasn't the time for Megan to make it about herself. She Knew what she signed up for with Colson, he trusted her enough to be vulnerable with her. I took a deep breath. "Meg, I'm going to run you a bath, relax, listen to a true crime podcast and I'll make you breakfast okay? and try to clean this place up." The sink was full of dishes.

She let out a shaky breath of relief before hugging me tight. "Bitch, I swear to God I don't know how I got along without you before."

I wiped her eyes. "Please, I'm just nosy." I took her mostly empty coffee and put it in the sink before we both crept upstairs. The bathroom was chaotic and I ended up doing a quick cleaning and made a mental note to have Petra order them that new kItty litter I saw on TV with the cat goddess. I found some Lush bath bombs and put them in the big, hot jacuzzi tub, poured Laura Mercier in and lit some candles. I had Alexa put on some true crime and had the towels set up in the warmer.

Once Meg was situated, I crept back down to the kitchen. I had music on low and gathered ingredients from the fridge and pantry. From scratch I made Russian, honey poppy seed roll, croque Madame sandwich, and fruit salad. I made orange juice from scratch and added turmeric-ginger shots. I was cleaning the kitchen with the vigorous intention of making it spotless, dancing to 'Giant' by The The, swaying my hips when a familiar voice breaks into the scene. "Am I interrupting something?"

I stopped abruptly holding the broom, and spun around to see none other than all 6'4 of freshly awakened Colson Baker. He looked Michelin level delicious in boxers that hung low on his hips and absolutely nothing else.

His cobalt blue eyes weren't looking at her, they were staring. They traveled down her body making her feel self conscious. Like most people, she's attracted to him, he has that typical Taurus beauty that has you hypnotized. No one would ever guess from her vintage, art house style but, the entire punk rock and tatted I just got on parole for good behavior look is her absolute favorite.

"I just made some breakfast, Meg's in a bath, would you like some coffee?"

He sucked his lip in before giving me another once over. "Yeah, have you seen my lighter? Shit it looks clean in here."

"I have and no, you're not smoking right now." I said as I handed him his coffee.

He smirked and sat down at the island with his mug. "Okay ma." He moaned as he sipped the coffee. "Damn I love this shit, even though it gives me the shits."

I smiled. "Everything gives you the shits because you're taurus, you guys have issues." I teased as I made his plate. Megan is the same, the beautiful actress is quite gassy.

"Meg told me you know a lot about astrology."

I set his plate down, and a glass of the juice I made. "My mother was into it, her great grandmother was a gypsy from Krakow."

"That's bomb, was she psychic?"

I gave him a secretive smile. "I'll be back." I had Kaidens plate and bowls for all the animals in the house. After making sure everyone got their food, except for Megan because she's still in the bath, I grabbed my plate and joined Colson, who was inhaling his plate. "Fuck, this is so what I needed. You can cook, you know that?"

I don't know why I liked hearing his approval, he's just one of those people you always want to impress perhaps. "Glad you like it, I love cooking, I believe a good meal can fix just about anything."

"Well maybe if you hosted Thanksgiving this year, it'll fix how fucked up I am." He finished his sandwich looking like he wanted to say something. "She told you, didn't she?"

I didn't respond, which answered his question. "Did you come here to check up on her? And chew me out?" He had a defensive tone, used to people yelling at him to get his shit together no doubt.

"Truthfully, I wanted to make sure you were okay. Colson…I know we hardly know each other, but I worry about you. And you don't need a lecture you need…" he needs someone to understand him, he needs comfort, he needs everything Megan isn't giving him right now. But I didn't say that. "A few good meals." I finished.

His eyes were on me as his teeth tore into the poppy seed roll. My eyes admired him, he's so beautiful, the way he was put together was perfect. How could someone so beautiful be so broken? I didn't want to give him the you're not alone spiel, but he isn't. He's a true artist, he feels more than the average person and has gone through so much, being proven again and again he's no one's priority. He just wants to feel that he matters that his demons are wrong. He doesn't need to be told how to deal with his mental health.

Anything Anything by Dramarama played on my Spotify, he perked up before bobbing his head to the moody yet bouncy rock music. "Yo, I felt that before. I like these lyrics."

"Yeah me too, I love music like this, that makes you feel so raw."

I sang along but stopped as Colson stared at me wide-eyed. "Sorry, I know I'm not good." I said sheepishly.

"No! No, you actually have a very beautiful voice. Why didn't you ever do anything with it?"

I could feel my skin heat up. "I…acting is more of my calling and I thought my voice sounded too squeaky to be any good."

"Well, you can do both, it's done everyday. "

I smiled as I finished up my meal. "After you're done I'll clean up and get out of your hair, Meg's plate is in the microwave okay?"

"Nah you can stick around, kinda having a calming effect on the house. Like human sage." He smiled.

My heart raced and I couldn't help but return his effortlessly pretty smile.

He spoke again due to me not answering. "If you're not busy, I know you got a lot going on."

I took out my phone to text my manager. "We're good, I pushed it back."

His eyes lit up. "Cool, you play Mario Kart?"

"Never have." I don't play video games but for Colson, I will. "I guess you'll have to teach me."

"You're so…"

I bit my lip. "What?"

"You're like someone went back in time and brought you here, it's cool."

I laughed. "Thank you, I suppose."

"Hey, for real though, where's my lighter? I was a good boy and ate my food."

"More like inhaled it." I teased before going to a drawer and pulling it out and handing it to him, our fingertips brushed and I swore I felt an electric jolt. How strange. Our eyes met and I laughed before gently stroking his nail. "I need to give you a manicure, your paint is chipped." I took his hand and pressed a chaste kiss to it. I was always affectionate to all of my friends, kisses and hugs, they always teased me that despite looking like a child I behave like I'm someone's aunt that hasn't seen them in a while.

Colson must have not liked it because he stared at me like I grew two heads. I got up from the table and took his empty dishes. "I'm sorry, I forget not everyone likes to be touched."

"No, I– it's cool, I…liked it. It's just, unless it's someone I'm with, I'm not used to being touched."

"Maybe you're platonically touch-starved." I suggested as I loaded the dishwasher.

"Maybe you could help me satiate that."

A shiver ran up my spine at him saying satiate and it shouldn't have. He doesn't need more people who lust after him or want him. He needs someone to care just to care and not to gain.

"I was in a mental hospital for six months." I said suddenly as I started the dishwasher.

It was quiet for a moment and my heart was racing because Maybe I said the wrong thing.

"Minka…you don't have to say anything…" His voice was soft and tender.

"I want to, I want you to, to…I'm not just blowing smoke up your ass when I said I understand. I'm not just placating and patronizing you to make myself feel better 'helping' or to say I tried." I took a deep breath and turned around to face him, my back against the counter. His eyes wandered over my image again. "Colson, I was bullied so badly and I didn't know what I was…it was all so confusing, so awful…I didn't react too well…I don't know what I hated more, the hospital or school. My mom couldn't handle me being away that long and took me back home. I'm glad she did. She made it a little easier and less confusing…I don't know what I'd do without her." The last word turned into a frightened whisper. "I lost her almost two years ago and…it hasn't been easy, I feel so empty. I know it was awful for you when you lost your father Colson, even if he wasn't the father he should have been." A cold tear slipped down my cheek and I closed my eyes and turned away. I took a drying towel and dabbed my eyes carefully. I checked my reflection in a dish and turned back around To face him. He stared again, always staring.

"Minka…I'm so…sorry." His pretty powder blue eyes teared up.

I quickly made my way over to him and gently took his hands. "Goodness, you're tall." I put on a good smile. ''Don't you dare feel bad for me, and besides we're not making this about me. I just want you to know you can talk to me, be raw with me. You can be sushi!" I attempted to joke, he cracked a smile.

Unexpectedly, he pulled me into a hug. It was such a warm and comforting one, strangely it made me feel safe. I felt so selfish for thinking that way. I wrapped my arms around his slender waist. I think he needs a hug, but it's easier if he convinces himself it's for me.

We stayed like this for a while. He smelled like warmth and sleep and a little kush.

"Hey, I smell food!" It was Megan's raspy, sensual voice.

I pulled back from Colson fast enough to cause whiplash. Quickly I got her plate from the microwave and her juice from the fridge, handing it to her and pressing a kiss to her cheek. Colson went over to hug her from behind and kiss her neck. She giggled and turned to kiss his mouth.

I felt rude being here as their kissing became more intense, quietly I left the kitchen and headed into the living room. "Kay, gather pups, let's go." I texted my agent to tell him nevermind.

Music in Chapter:

[lpsotd]

Hiii!! Could you help me id these pets?

I gen have no idea from when they are from and they are so weird too ??? They are made of this weird softer material thats kinda sticky ??? Also sorry that they are so dirty because of that >_< Sad that they are like these because the dog and the lemur are cute :(

hey there !! i would be happy to help :o) these are all generation 4+ pets, that is why they look so funny and feel like gum.

the first one is 'feathers underwood' (#3652). they are a generation 5 owl and they come in a singles pack. their accessory looks to be a watch? what is it with owls and having watches.

the second one is 'saskya sayers' (#3657). they are a generation 5 seal and they also come in a singles pack. their accessory looks to be a fish.

this scheming creature is 'benson detwyler' (#3664). they are a generation 5 yorkie and they are apart of the 'pet pawsabilities' series. their roommate is 'harris faulkner' (#3665) the guinea pig. their wardrobe has a collar, a bow, a butterfly, and a ... harness?? whatever that pink thing is on harris' back.

and last but certainly not least: this fruity rodent is 'farrah may' (#3651). they are a generation 5 ferret and they come in a singles pack. their accessory looks to be ... a magic wand? maybe a brush? i don't know. what i DO know is that he looks like he needs to be on rupaul's drag race, he looks like a queen /pos

[siempre-bucky]

Hi! ♡ I was wondering if for your blurb night i can request [ LAUGH ] and [ LIPSTICK ] with eddie? thanks in advance 💞

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

[ LIPSTICK ] : after the kiss ends, sender pulls away to reveal that the sender/receiver/both have lipstick marks on their face afterwards. [ LAUGH ] : sender can't help laughing in the middle of the kiss.

Summary: Robin takes matters into her own hands when Eddie won't take you to prom.

wc: 927

a/n: thank you so much for the blurb night request! these were too cute

The smell of Farrah Fawcett hairspray and perfume from the mall filled Nancy’s small bedroom. The one night of the year that brought Nancy, you, and Robin all together in the same room: prom night. Their giggles mixed with the pop music coming from the stereo swirled in one ear while your boyfriend’s voice swirled in the other. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to go?” you pouted, clenching the phone between your ear and shoulder, a fond smile on your face as you watched Nancy help Robin with her hair. 

“I’m sure, sweetheart,” he told you from the other line, “it’s just another conformist popularity contest.” 

You rolled your eyes and leaned against the pink-colored wall. You knew Eddie’s views on high school and you respected them, but that didn’t stop you from begging your boyfriend to go to prom. “You could spike the punch… and I bought a dress,” you sang. 

You could hear his low chuckle on the other end, his tone alone made you shiver in the best way. There was a long pause, what if he changed his mind? Maybe he’d get in the van and race over to sweep you off your feet.  “I’ll take it off of you later, baby.” You simply frowned at the words that would normally make you grin. 

“That better be a promise,” you sighed, waving your invisible white flag. “I’ll see you later. Eds.” 

 The sound of the phone shutting made your friends turn their heads to face you, faking smiles on their painted features. “Everything ok?” Nancy asked. 

You nodded and placed the phone back on the nightstand. Picking up the skirt of your short dress, you flopped on the bed, cosmetics bouncing on the plush bed. “I’m fine,” you sighed sadly. 

“Lair,” Robin muttered, pulling down on her bottom eyelid to drag black eyeliner along her waterline. Nancy who stood in front of her, holding a compact nod nodded in agreement. “So he’s not coming.” 

“Nope,” you responded, “I knew he wasn’t going to. It’s fine.” 

“But?” Nancy prompted. 

You looked up at the ceiling and folded your arms across your chest, avoiding their stare with all your strength. “I mean yeah, I had dreams of dancing with a boy I liked at senior prom. Him kissing me in the middle of the dance floor, the entire world stopping just for us, but that’s not Eddie and I get that. It’s just another stupid dance.” 

Robin’s black-painted fingernails gripped the kohl pencil tightly, the small thing nearly breaking under her angered grip. She drew in a deep breath and looked up at Nancy who just gave a subtle nod in quiet confirmation. 

“I’m going to go call the dingus. Making sure he’s still giving us a ride,” Robin groaned as she rolled off the bed, her arms rising above her head to stretch. 

“Come on,” Nancy told you softly, grabbing a tube of lipstick, “Let’s finish you.” 

“Fine.” 

Long, loud car horn honks alerted the three of you a while later. “It’s time!” Nancy cheered as she grabbed the last of her things. 

Once Nancy and Robin scurried out of the room, you gave yourself one last look over. Your thumb swiped along the side of your mouth to fix the dark red lipstick, Smoothing out your dress, you nodded at yourself before leaving the room. 

“Y/N! Let’s go,” Robin shouted from the street after you opened the front door. 

“I’m coming,” you giggled, hurrying across the driveway. 

Your eyes were fixed on your friend smiling at you as you made your way to the car. A bright light suddenly rounded the corner of the street, entering your peripherals. Their smiles turned to smirks, making you stop in your tracks. “The hell?” you whispered, squinting as the light got closer. Was that music? 

The source of the light skidded to a stop, your head whipping around to see it. The van looked familiar in the street light. “Eddie?” The door opened, and the shadowy figure slowly made its way into the light. You couldn’t miss that hair anywhere, “Eddie,” you giggled. 

“Hi, princess,” he smiled, tucking his hands in his jeans pockets. He looked normal, a simple clean black t-shirt underneath his leather jacket, it was perfect. 

Taking off into a sprint, your heels clicked on the pavement. A grunt came from his throat as your chest made abrupt contact with his, his arms wrapped around you tightly. “What are you doing here?” you gasped as you pulled away, your hands connected with the sides of his face just to ensure he was really standing in front of you. 

Eddie wrapped his strong hands around your wrists, “Robin called,” he spoke, “and yelled at me to come.” 

“She did?” you laughed, looking briefly back at your friend. 

“I didn’t know how much prom meant to you. I’m sorry, sweetheart, and if you’d let me… I’d like to take you to the dance… and spike the punch.” 

You nodded happily and kissed him soundly on the lips. “I’d like that, I know it goes against whatever-” you stopped as you pulled away a cackle replacing words. “I’m so sorry.” 

His large brown eyes got even wider and stumbled backward, “What’s happening?” 

“I got lipstick on your lips,” you explained bashfully. 

Eddie’s fingers touched his tingling lips, and his eyes looked to you before a smirk spread across his mouth. “You can have it back,” he growled playfully, wrapping you back in his arms and kissing your cheek with a lighthearted laugh in his throat.

[rialitysworld]

ngl after my brush with stupidity last night (talking to this jane fan), i just remembered how dangerous some stans can get. didn't the same thing happen with valentina's fans hating on farrah and literally anyone who expressed a negative opinion towards valentina? it just really makes me wonder about the connection between emotionally immature drag race stans and conventionally attractive and mean drag queens

[youfoundtorri]

Outer Banks characters as Drag Race Queens:

Pope - Symone

Sarah - Farrah Moan

JJ - Mirage

Topper - Brooke Lynn Hytes

Cleo - Monét X Change

Kiara - Kerri Colby

Rafe - Violet Chachki

John B - Denali

[simmillercc]

SIMS 4 - FARRAH MOAN FACE PAINT - BASE GAME

Cameron Clayton, better known by the stage name Farrah Moan (born September 11, 1993), is an American drag queen, model, actor, make-up artist and internet personality best known for participating in the 9th season of the reality TV show RuPaul's Drag Race, placing eighth, as well as participating in the 4th season of All Stars, where she placed ninth. Her stage name is a pun on the term "pheromone", whilst also being a reference to American actress Farrah Fawcett. - Farrah Moan - Wikipedia

For males and females aged teen-elder.

All outfits, all occults.

Not allowed for Random.

NOTE: This face paint is a full face, so you will see Farrah's makeup as shown in the pics on any skintone. In fact, if you look at the neck of the two sims in the pics, you will see the difference.

DOWNLOAD FREE AT PATREON

[narutocharacterpolls]

Okay anon WINS for that Drag Race reference. That is so on point. I can confirm that the video is exactly what the anon says the clip is, poll runner. Poll runner, see if you can youtube a different version of the clip that works for your country, I promise that it's worth it. Seeing that in reference to the poll legitimately cracked me up.

Is Gai technically Farrah Moan in this scenario? "Is it fan favorite or is it BEST Naruto Character?" I need someone to do an art rendition now.

I'm DEAD lol.

I just found once since it was clearly something worth it LOLLL imagining it with the poll IS very funny I won’t lie lololl

[sidehugsnsideblogs]

FCSU #86: Boiling Point

LeRoyce returned to the Swamp House a couple days later with Evangeline, the girls' mother, in tow. "Mother Evangeline is here to take her daughters home. Thank you for taking care of them." He said his voice dripping with icy politeness. Victorie and Veronika ran to hug their mother. Vangie fell to her knees, embracing her two daughters, tears streaming down her face. Farrah was relieved that wherever they were going, at least they'd have her.

"Come along Lily Anne." Said LeRoyce, tugging at the third girl's arm. Lily Ann was not Vangie's daughter, her mother was Charity who had defected to Elden Brown's group. Farrah thought about fighting to keep her but held back. Vangie was a good mother, she knew. She would keep them safe. The women were not allowed to speak to each other and Evangeline wouldn’t meet Farrah’s gaze. But she understood: Farrah would have done the same thing had their roles been reversed. She felt grateful that at least one mother was reunited with her own children.

Once Vangie and the girls had piled into the waiting vehicle, LeRoyce turned to Farrah "Farrah Culton, you have lost your faith and fraternized with townies. Your blessings have been revoked. You will stay here in repentance until further notice." He blasted. He led Farrah back inside the house and attached a padlock to the door handle.

"What happened to you?" He asked quietly. "You used to keep so sweet." He shut the door and locked her in with the padlock. Farrah slumped to the ground as she heard the car drive away. She sat in place, sobbing until night fell. That night she didn't eat dinner, she didn't light the lanterns or wait to see if Jonah appeared with a treat. She sank on to her bed but couldn't force herself to sleep.

Her thoughts were racing: She hoped the girls would be okay, her own and the other wives'. The look on LeRoyce's face was so very much like Royce. It was the same look he wore at Becca-Dawn's wedding, at her own wedding and every time he dragged her around some townie city, reveling in her fear.

Her mind wandered to her family, she missed Victorie, Veronika and Lily Anne. She missed her own three daughters. She missed her Mother and Rachel. She even missed her other sisters, the apostates who'd abandoned her. But one thing she didn't miss, she realized, was her husband. She didn't feel grief over being separated from her sisterwives, to be honest she'd quite enjoyed living on her own with just the girls.

Royce himself felt like a distant memory and not even a positive one. When she thought of her time with him she felt only fear and humiliation. Her whole life in the Culton home felt foreboding and unsafe. She made herself small to avoid conflict, she'd done this for so long that she felt like ghost if there was no one around to interact with. What was she supposed to do alone? All alone in the dark Farrah finally recognized that she was angry, angry with Royce for how he’d treated her, and angry with God for placing her in such a position.

Days passed with Farrah barely getting out of bed. She didn’t she stopped looking after herself. Her mind was in turmoil. She'd been so good for so long and it hadn't gotten her anywhere! She knew she'd go to hell if she ever doubted her faith, or her husband. But how much of a husband had Royce been from jail? How much of a husband had been even before that?

A knock on her front door startled her out of her head. "Are you alive in there?" Hollered Jonah. Farrah turned to face the door. "Yes, I'm here. I've been locked in." She said, wondering what she was doing. "Hold on, I have some fence cutters that might work. I'll be back." He yelled. Farrah was impressed that her neighbor even noticed her absence.

Once the lock was cut the two sat on lawn in front of the swamp house, looking up into the starry sky. She'd explained as much as she could to him, about her life, her marriage, her situation. She even shared her fear that she'd been damned to hell and would never see her children again. "Whoa!" He exclaimed. "There is no way a lady like you is damned to hell. Worrying about your kids is exactly what a mother should do. You took great care of the girls here and I have no doubt you did the same with your own girls. You're a Proverbs 31 woman."

"A what?" Jonah seemed shocked that she didn't recognize the biblical reference. "Don't you read the bible?" "We used to but now we're only allowed to read writings by Royce or his father." Jonah seemed taken aback. Eventually they said their goodnights and parted. The next night Jonah returned with an armful of books about his religion. "Here, maybe reading these will help you gain some clarity. It always has for me."

[medranochav]

Alexis Michelle's attempt to absolve herself for shamelessly betraying Lala by lecherously "hitting" on her speaks, not only, to her obvious lack of integrity but the idea of doling out hole/pole as some kind of requisite reparation even remotely worthy of remedying their friendship her reputation perfectly reflects the delusion Alexis is famous for. It's also additional proof of Alexis' rather... flaccid value system.

sure, on its surface, Alexis' conduct doesn't immediately rank among the shows most egregious... afterall she is an icon, a s9 doll, known new Yorker and snatch game winner! she entered AS8 a front runner imo. which begs the question... what about her caliber of drag would ever require the depravity of an India Farrah-like gameplay?

moreover, in the 6 years since her original season, Alexis has emerged and embraced the freak frag she's always been. so as the presently branded lover [and not fighter!] Alexis' position is even less of a threat. like, who wouldn't welcome the flattery of being abruptly and awkwardly flirted AT by Alexis Michelle whilst on a set... far from home... among a gang of peers turned competitors... with giant TV cameras aimed at you... surrounded by a hawkeyed army of producers whom your narrative is completely at the mercy of? a totally genuine experience if you ask me... sike!

Lala was among a cast of competitors whose personas and narrative were at the mercy of a profit minded production company and an audience/fanbase perennially proven to be racist af. It's safe to assume Lala, like many Black and Brown people, felt bound by the respectability politics of it all. I think by playing it graciously, laughing it off, and NOT telling Alexis her real name, Lala was prioritizing herself personally and professionally. Her reputation remains in tact. A sad price to pay, tbh because Alexis needed to be dragged. Except as a society we're so ready to deem a doll the likes of a nubian glamazon like Lala, "angry" and "aggressive" the minute she asserts herself and establishes boundaries; regardless of delivery.

why Alexis chose to go gully with it is beyond me. Her drag race tenure has been nothing short of messy. It's one that would ultimately show her as a queen who truly possessed gowns and garments, a performer full of potential but no promise, a traitor with a real talent for theater, a beautiful liar whose own bitchasaness rendered them the beta to a ninja turtle's alpha (a move that effectively cost heidi, lala and herself the AS crown)... and at long last she left serving loser who stood for nothing so she fell for everything.

[lady-assnali]

OMG YES HOW COULD I FORGET CAMDEN

I also looooovvvveee kornbred im such a sucker for season 14!! But i also really love all the season 9 girls bc thats when i got into drag race i lovvvvveee farrah moan and shea coulee

- @/satanssquidgy

Camden is my DARLING I love her so much. I’ve gotten so close to seeing her twice and both times something came up and I’m still devastated about it.

I loved 14, I loved the way they produced and edited it I think it was very engaging and I think the talent was all-around pretty wonderful. There was really a queen for everyone to love.

Ohhhh see I do love s9, Shea has my HEART. That was a real good season to get into it the amount of competition was crazy.

I got into it s6 after seeing Adore live and it was all a blur from there lol. She’s my top of the top always.

[theluxmethyd]

9, 21, 24 and 26 for the drag race asks pleaseee! <3

9.someone you'd love to see on all stars? If I have to pick one it would be Frisbee Jenkins. I don’t know why but Id love an early put All Stars.

21.any catchphrases from drag race that you really love or say a lot? Not this and moaning like Farrah Moan if that counts.

24. if you could have one queen put you in drag, who would you choose? Crystal Elizabeth Methyd. Hands down no competition

26. what's your comfort season? Its season 9. It would be 12 if it wasn’t for the unpleasantness.

[roxxxy-android]

For the first time in Drag race herstory Hashtag Farrah Moan