#fl benny

[saurophim]

lil chibis doodles of some of the parents/parental figures of the main fl cast i did today for silly fun

[jolapeno]

14. soft periwinkle

frankie morales x f!reader | chapter fourteen of do me yourself

summary: a meet-cute in a hardware store? impossible, out of the question. except, that's exactly what happens. a need for screws leads you to a broad-shouldered, brown-eyed man who you're sure is about to change your day, never mind your life.

wordcount: 3.8k chapter warnings: dad!frankie, luca appears. frankie calls you 'rainy' (paint-related from chp.1) no other descriptions or name used. no use of y/n. brief mention of frankie’s sobriety. an: thank you so much for being patient for this chapter, things are still odd at home but I've missed this pair so much <3

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key: frankie is in bold, you are in italics

Limbs stretching out, sheets rustling, your smile grows as your hand remains clasped around the phone as you bring it to your ear—

Good morning, baby.

It’s a sound that's so perfect. Just for you.

It's a sound that's so perfect. Just for you. A treat to enjoy each day—sometimes this way, sometimes in person. Still, it's almost cruel when a day starts so perfectly but doesn't end that way. You whisper your response back, even though there's no one in the house you need to be quiet for.

But it’s instinct, just like loving him is.

I love you, Frankie whispers—deep, a little gruff, voice muddled still with sleep. I love you, you repeat back, eyes staring at the photograph on your bedside table.

The one on his side of the bed. Because you have sides now.

You’d printed it the other week and chose the frame a week before that. Eyes flicking over photo-him, how his chin is raised, eyes closed, little lines in the corners from how much he’s laughing as one arm keeps you close, and he rests his other hand on the top of his abdomen.

You hadn’t taken it, Benny had. Sent it to you thirty minutes after he’d snapped it without the two of you knowing.

When will you be here? Frankie's honeyed voice asks, making you sit up from the pillows, push down the duvet. Once it’s delivered, I’ll head right to yours. I’ll be there soon, you whisper—hearing him groan as he stretches.

But soon hadn't needed to feel this long.

Busying yourself, mug in hand—warm against your palm—you lean in the doorway of the office he's built, noticing the time. How it rudely ticks on, widening the gap from the end of the call to the moment you'd hoped to be with him.

You’ve found yourself lingering in this doorway a lot lately, piecing it together, almost trying to recall what it looked like before he’d gotten his magic touch on it. The final touches are almost ready to be made, with the blinds due to be fitted soon.

And this morning, the sun has been trying to show, ready to drape the space in warm gold—little rays of light trying to break through clouds, show more than just spots of cyan between the fluffiest white.

Phone buzzing, you pull it from your back pocket, finding you’re the next stop. A thing you already knew from tracking it since you’d risen. Glancing at the little dot as it bounced around the streets as you checked your emails, showered, dressed and made coffee.

His coffee. Not able to go back now you’ve tried it.

The bubble of anxiety in your chest flares as you drain your cup. It doubles when you place it in the sink. Wiping your hands on a dishcloth, you linger close to the front window, hoping it’s perfect—knowing it needs to be.

Not that there’s any time to fix it if it isn’t.

Not even a backup plan made, a thing you half-kick yourself for as the truck pulls up outside. As your fingers flex and you dig your nails into your thighs—not wanting to open the door and wait, appear impatient; but also not wanting to spare any seconds from not being able to check it.

Not that you’d even needed to worry.

A thing that made you grin the entire drive over, keys jangling up his drive, pushing open Frankie’s front door, closing it behind you as you shout, “Luca?”

There’s a pause.

Then you hear him.

Excited bare feet slapping against the floor, thrill filling your chest, eroding all earlier worries as you move to the living room, kneel on the rug as the little boy runs to you dressed in a white onesie, various shades of dinosaurs at all angles covering it.

An outfit you remember Frankie telling you about the other week.

“Oh, well don’t you look cool?”

Grinning, spotting the smallest gap in his smile, remembering the panicked conversation Frankie had reenacted when he’d called Sam, as the man himself waves at you from the kitchen.

“You like?”

“Of course, you look so cool, Luca!”

“Cooler than Daddy?”

Flicking your eyes to Frankie, half-smirking. “Don’t tell him, but yes. Anyway, I’ve got something for you.”

Pointing at himself, he grins even wider—if that is at all possible. “For me?”

Crouching down, you slide onto your knees, before pulling open the paper bag that crinkles as you gently take out the white t-shirt inside, unfolding it, showing it to him.

And the look, as you expected, is priceless. His eyes widen, joy exploding in them as his finger gently, all but cautiously, scratches at the drawn image now ink-printed on. All you can do is watch, practically fixated on his little brown eyes tracing every element of the thing the two of you had huddled around your laptop over. How a few weeks ago, he had huddled close, dug his knees into your thigh and let you show him how he could arrange it all. His little finger guided by yours until the drawn image he’d crayoned into paper sat where he wanted on the screen, joined by the photo Frankie had found of Luca and Sam were in position. Wanna add some dinosaurs? you’d asked, aiding him in choosing cartoon dinosaurs and stars until he was happy.

“You made this! Can you believe it?”

Nodding, he continues to stare, finger-stroking at one particular photo on the t-shirt. “Mommy will like I thinks.”

“I think she’s going to love it. I bought some gift wrap—do you want to try and do it with me later?”

Nodding again, but more enthusiastically, his hands interlock in front of him. Doing a little wiggle as he stares, as he moves from the t-shirt to you.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime,” you say. “I’m going to fold this up—just so we don’t get it dirty. And then later, we can wrap all the other things for Mommy before she picks you up.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” you repeat, watching him hesitate.

A beat occurs. The t-shirt slid safely back into its bag before you feel it—little arms, the familiar scent of laundry and the softness of new fleece. A warmth exploding in you that makes you almost well up, a desperation to cling a little tighter when your arms instinctively move around him, hugging him back as little breaths tickle your ear.

“Thank you, Rainy.”

Your face shifts, trying not to choke up at the nickname coming from his mouth as your eyes meet Frankie’s in the doorway—the biggest smirk on his face.

“You’re welcome, Luca,” you whisper, as the two of you release.

It’s not even a second, barely a moment to take in what has happened before Luca shouts (enthusiastically) that he has a new toy—running back off, barely aware of the size or significance of his hug.

Fingers wiping your eyes, giving Frankie a don’t start expression as he offers his hand out to you.

“Coffee?”

Laughing, letting him pull you up, you nod, “Please.”

Sliding your arm around his back, half walking and half being led to the kitchen, unsure how you could ever begin to describe the content feeling pulsing inside of you.

“You okay?”

Nodding, you wipe another tear, staring at him, before you press a kiss to his lips. “Hi.”

“Hi, baby.”

Have I told you how happy it makes me when I get the notification that you've posted and I find you looking so good?

Do I need to know how to build decking in Will's yard? No. Do I suddenly want you to dick me? Yes.

When did you start uploading hour-long videos?

Morales, I don't think you know how hot you look laying planks of wood.

Didn't know laying decking would get you so worked up.

Anything you do gets me worked up, keep up.

How worked up are you?

Worked up enough that I'm wondering if your lunch can be extended or whether I should go for an afternoon nap.

Your code for naps is broken. I know what that means now.

I trust you with my secret. Especially since you love my naps.

I do. But then I love everything about you.

Am I going for a nap alone, Morales?

No, but start without me, but do not finish.

Did you send flowers to my house?

The card saying Frankie didn’t give it away?

I got a card saying Maurice. Are you telling me your name is Maurice Francisco Morales?

Fuck. They must have misheard me when I called them at drop-off.

Well, they’re lovely, Maurice. I’m very excited to be wined and dined by you—are you sure 8pm isn’t too late for you?

Hilarious.

Do you have to be careful of what you eat? In case you’re up all night.

I’m hoping to be up all night anyway.

You mean with me right? Not with indigestion.

Have I told you how funny you are?

Not today. They are really pretty, Frankie.

I can’t wait to pick you up tonight.

I can’t wait to forget to put underwear on.

Fuck.

For the amount of time it’s taken for the two of you to get here, as soon as he holds the door for you, you can see it was worth it.

A thing you feel you should have known before now, when he’d showed up to pick you up with flowers in a nice shirt and a pair of slacks eyes widening at the sight of you—a scratchy, syllable broken fuck, you look beautiful leaving his lips as you try not to drag him into your home.

You only stop yourself from doing so because he’d insisted on treating this like a real date, and not just going out for food. Something you’d reminded him when his mouth slid over yours, when your spine met the front of your door and his knee tried to slot itself between your legs—hitching the fabric further and further up your knees. Chest heaving, already sure that the thin fabric between your legs is damp with want.

“If you do this now, you’ll ruin your surprise,” you say against his parted lips, eyes flicking up, finding pupils almost swallowing brown. “It’s a good surprise too. Lacy. New.”

You were still thinking of the groan he emitted when he told the hostess his name.

Tearing your eyes away from his, you sweep them slowly over the restaurant, the urge to tighten your fingers around his hand almost unbearable as your heart swells with a tender ache.

Because the restaurant is nice, really nice. It’s nothing short of warm, romantic—cosy. Each table is graced with a flickering candle, casting a gentle, golden glow that pirouettes on the walls. Fairy lights drape like delicate garlands over the bar area, the twinkling reflections like constellations in a night sky.

The deep red walls are decorated with local art, each piece telling a story with little tags beneath them highlighting the name and price of the creators as your gaze lingers on a particular painting. It’s a street, one a few blocks from here, Harold’s in the corner, nestled close to the edge, yet it holds its presence with quiet confidence.

By the time you’re seated, the sounds and murmurs of other diners have blended into a soft, melodic hum that mixes with the soft acoustic music. The air is tinged with rosemary with cooked dishes that flutter past on trays with swirling steam.

You can understand why it’s a place he’d wanted to bring you. Why there had been nothing but disappointment in his voice when he’d had to cancel all those months ago.

Your eyes gaze at him as he sits, dropping the stare when you brush your fingers over the leather menu—lips curling into your cheek at the sight of the candle flickering between the two of you.

“Big enough for you?”

Smirking, you bite down a laugh as you unfold your menu. “More than appropriately sized—you undersold yourself.”

Reaching across for you, your hand slides into his—finding itself home as his thumb slides over yours. Staring at the appetisers, the mains, it all sounds far too good, making it far too hard to choose. Eyes scanning over each, unsure what it is that you both want to eat or feel safe to eat—not sure if you’ve packed mints or if there’s a convenient way to brush your teeth between getting back and taking him to bed.

“I think I mentioned it, but you look good.”

“Oh, do I? I… I was not aware. Must have gotten lost in you pressing me against my front door.”

Snorting, he shakes his head, eyes lingering, something there etched and hanging.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

You don’t buy it, gripping his hand a little tighter—tilting your head to ensure your eyes lock onto his. “Frankie,” you say softly. Silently letting tell me to be spoken wordlessly.

“Sometimes I can’t believe that you’re mine.”

Tightening your hold on his hand, ignoring how your neck is warm, your chest and ears, you let a smile broaden out. More so, when his palm twists, interlocking your fingers.

“Believe it, I'm not going anywhere.”

Your lips remain parted, more words wishing to fall, willing themselves to. But you stop, staring at his thumb as it circles over your knuckles.

“Not… even to the bathroom?”

Laughing softly, you squeeze his hand again, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. “Well, maybe for that. But I promise to come straight back.”

Smiling, it sliding into his cheek, he swallows before whispering okay.

“Can’t believe I met you because I decided to be spontaneous and try and dabble at DIY.”

Brushing his thumb over your fingers, he grins—that one which crinkles his eyes and makes his teeth show. “Can’t believe I gave such good service you stalked me a few days later.”

“I did not.”

“I don’t blame you Rainy, I look good in an apron.”

Shaking your head, exhaling loudly you lower your gaze to your menu. “Look better in just your hat, Morales.”

“Glad I’ve got it in the truck then.”

Just finished the project, I’m done. All signed off. No more Mr Grump. So, how’s the second grump in my life?

I’m not grumpy.

It’s okay that you are, your son is on vacation.

I ate chicken nuggets and waffle fries for dinner.

Oh, baby. But was it good?

Ridiculously good. No wonder the kid is mad for them.

Do you want me to come over? I know you have work early and I can bring my laptop, work from yours tomorrow while you’re out.

I’d like that. But only if you want to.

Yeah, of course I do! I get to use my key!

You still at home?

It shouldn’t make you smile, but it does.

Blooms over your face, makes you feel ridiculous, like you want to kick your feet out from under his blanket and shriek with joy. Because it’s simple; you know it’s a slip-up as he likely rushes from thing to thing.

I am. You/we are running low on groceries? Wanna go grocery shopping with me Rainy? Only if you let me push the cart.

He’d already called you on his lunch, told you how Harold had struggled with his breathing again, that he should be done in an hour, maybe two. I’m not going anywhere. Yeah? You’d only realised you’d been nodding when he called out your name and you quickly responded with a year.

In truth, you hadn’t left his home in four days.

A thing you’re beginning to feel increasingly guilty about. Like you’d moved in without as much as asking. Your things had found themselves even more with his, and deep down—later confirmed when you’d called a friend to catch up—you realised you didn’t even really miss your own place.

A thing which should feel odder than it does; a thing you turn over when you lock his door and head out to him as he pulls up to grab you. It turns over and over, almost folding in on itself by the time he’s parked up and exiting, still telling you about how he’d helped a man who knew even less than you—a thing he hadn’t known was possible.

It isn’t until he collects a cart, and wheels it to you with ease, do you realise he’s made you. Known right under your smile and humour that you’ve been thinking something.

“Tell me.”

Smirking, you exhale, walking in with him through the automatic doors as you’re both washed over in air-conditioning. “I’m wondering whether I go back to mine tonight for just underwear and clothes or…?”

Adjusting his curls under this hat, he steps behind you to avoid shoppers leaving the store. “Do you... want to go home?”

You’re thankful his hand doesn’t move from your back, allowing you to root yourself to it, letting him lead you to the fresh produce.

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome, that’s all.” You watch as he grabs a plastic bag, glancing at you. An unreadable expression gliding across his face. “What?”

“Baby, if I could have my way, I’d never let you leave.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“I’m really fuckin' not.”

Swallowing, you feel a flutter. A spread of warmth slides out across your chest and through your lungs—the same one you feel when he looks at you for a little longer than normal. When his smile catches yours when you’re talking to Benny and he’s fetching drinks with Will.

Watching him tie the bag, placing it down carefully, he straightens back up.

“Do you want to go home tonight?”

Biting your lip, you shake your head. “I’m also worried if I stay for another week, like I want to, it’ll be really hard when I do go back.”

Snorting, he ties another bag—an assortment of shades beginning to make a pile in one corner. “So, for your sake—and mine—I should tie you to my bed?”

Glancing around, mouth open and eyes wide, you smirk. “Francisco.”

Shrugging, he grins, grabbing the end of the cart, leading you to another aisle—one quieter, fewer people.

“If I had brought my croissant pajamas, you’d want me to go home.”

Holding up two items to you, you point at one as he nods in agreement, shelving the other where he found it and adding the other to the cart. “Your croissant pajamas?”

Licking your lips, you pretend to be enamoured with some dried sauces. “Well, I have my sexy ones where I aim to be naked, then my cute-but-he-could-still-make-me-naked ones, and then I have my food ones.”

“The fact you’ve not shown me these before now upsets me.”

Laughing, you feel him tug on the cart, as you reluctantly follow. “Because you want to laugh?”

“No, because I think you’ll look hot in them and then I can see how many puns I can do before my mouth is between your thighs.”

He makes sure to look over his shoulder at the last part. A thing you both like and rather loathe all at once, especially here—in a place with people. Where you can smother your little tells, but likely not hide them well enough from him and the way he knows you so well.

“I do really like your cockiness.”

“Oh, Rainy. I know you like the first four letters of that last word.”

Nudging the cart into him, his laugh makes your chest bloom. Almost explode. A sound you’ve had the chance to experience in person more lately—a treat, a thing you’re not sure if you can so easily give back up.

“You fancy something in particular for dinner?”

“Not sure—we should buy dinosaur-shaped nuggies, though.”

Adjusting his hat, he comes to a stop before some frozen doors. “I can grab those before Luca is back—”

“For us, Morales.”

Narrowing his eyes, Frankie slowly tilts his head. “You been eating dinosaur nuggies, Rainy?”

“I cannot confirm or deny. But I will say there’s not an age on dinosaur nuggies.”

“Fuck, you have! You like dinosaur nuggets.”

Shrugging, mirroring him from before, his gooey smile slides up into one cheek—making that dimple appear, making it hard not to reach out and brush it with your finger and then your lips.

“We should buy some granola—maybe fruit? Be adult-like.”

Rocking his head from side to side, he shrugs, nodding,

“Hey,” you say, passing some cakes—large ones, lots of frosting, “It’s your birthday soon, isn’t it?”

Tearing his eyes from a shelf, thinking, he slowly nods.

“And, does that mean it’ll be your sixth year too?”

Fingers sliding over the cart handle, waiting, not pushing, he slowly grabs a box, placing it down with the other things, before moving closer around the cart. “You remembered?”

“Well, I love you, Morales. What’s important to you is important to me.”

Nodding, he scratches at his arm, momentarily looking lost in the cereal aisle. Like he's shrunk, lost. The shadow of his smile having faded, almost flattening to a thin line.

“Frankie?” you ask, watching in real-time as he comes back to you.

Like the world goes from black and white to colour.

“Do you... want to do anything for it?”

“My birthday?”

Smiling, you look down briefly before meeting his gaze. “No, your six years.”

Shrugging, he picks up a box, stares at the back of it, likely pretending to read it. To be in awe of it.

“What if I said I wanted to do something for it? To celebrate you. Would that be too much?” You wait a beat, watching him re-shelve the box, and his Adam's apple bobs in his neck. “It can be small. Just us. I can even just get you a cake, but no candle, of course.”

Snorting, he runs his palm along his chin. “Of course.”

“Think about it. Let me know,” you say, pushing the cart closer, nudging him with the end of it as he flicks his eyes to you.

And then it's slow, cautious.

Begins with a gradual lift of his knuckles under your chin when he's beside you, tipping your mouth up to meet his—and you swear you taste a thank you on your lips as he kisses you. As he places another, and another. Your hand slips to his lower back, feeling yourself want to turn and momentarily forget how public the two of you are, when you feel him ghost his mouth over yours, eyes slowly opening, practically drinking you in.

“Don’t go home just yet,” he says, your lips rolling together, fingers slowly splaying out on his back. “Unless you want to go, that is.”

“I don’t.”

“Then stay.”

“Okay.”

He doesn’t step back, not immediately, whispering an okay himself as his eyes flick from one of yours to the other. “Please bring your food pajamas.”

“You gonna promise me you’ll still love me?”

Pressing a kiss to your forehead, sliding your other hand from the cart as he steals it from under you, he grins. “Forever and ever.”

“I might hold you to that.”

He just grins. A knowing grin.

You find you don't hate the look one bit.

NEXT CHAPTER ->

we're almost to the end of this pair, and that hurts my soul. i'm going to miss them so much. thank you for all the support until now, and going forward. i adore each of you for coming along this ride with me, even if all i gave you was hardware frankie and some texts.

[l1tw1ck]

Good Bad Luck

Bennett's bad luck leads to something good

Bottom!FTM Bennett x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} | AFAB Language Used

CW: Breeding, Daddy Kink, Squirting, Marking (Biting, Hickeys)

📝 W.C 962

Bennett occasionally babysits your kids, since he lives at the university campus nearby he's the best option. He shared his goal of being a mechanic with you, so you offered to get him experience by inviting him to help out with jobs assigned by your neighbors.

He told you about his bad luck and you were willing to work with him anyway. You assumed his bad luck wouldn't be that bad, that he was being overdramatic. You thought at worst, it would slow down the work. And it did, but not in the way you thought.

Sometimes his shirt would tear and you'd see his nipples or his pants would somehow fall and you'd see him in boxers or panties. If it weren't for the fact that he's always mortified when it happens, you'd think he does it on purpose.

Regardless, it doesn't stop you from getting aroused. You started to look forward to the small jobs you'd get from around the neighborhood so you could take him along with you and indulge in the perverted outcomes of his bad luck.

This time around, you're working on a broken pipe in his bathroom and his shirt had somehow been entirely ripped off.

Bennett covers his chest with his arms, a horrified expression on his face. "I'm sorry!" He squeaks, standing up and looking around for a towel.

Since he lives in a dorm by himself, you weren't scared to make a move. You take your gloves off and look at him. "Don't be sorry."

He's as red as a tomato. "Wha..?"

"I like you, Bennett. I know you've been doing this stuff on purpose to seduce me, it's okay." You already know that he obviously isn't doing it on purpose, but you feel less like a pervert for putting it that way.

"I- I wasn't.." Bennett looks to the side. "You like me?"

"Yeah, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since you first started babysitting my kids."

Bennett blushes, arms leaving his chest. "I like you too...Daddy.."

You bite your lip. "Daddy? Gods, you're perfect." You stand up and get out of your jumpsuit, leaving you in just a white tank top and shorts.

Bennett catches a glance at your happy trail, now filled with the need to see it fully. "Can...Can I take your shirt off?" He asks timidly.

"Whatever you want, Benny."

He pulls up the end of your shirt and you help him get it off you. He admires your body, one that most consider a "dad bod", and runs his hands along your hairy body. He traces the happy trail down to the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down along with your underwear. He cheeks redden at your size.

"Breed me-" He blurts out, eyes widening in shock.

You smirk, pulling the rest of his clothes off. You pick him up and he immediately clings onto you. You reach behind him and push a thick finger into his wet pussy.

"No- I- I want your- your cock, please, Daddy-"

"It'll hurt, sweetheart." You shake your head, although not really opposed to it.

"Please.." He pouts. "I don't want to wait.."

You have no idea how much he masturbates to you, or how he has a dildo that he rides and pretends is yours. He's been waiting too long for this.

You grant his wish, holding his waist and lowering him onto your length. Bennett leans his head back in pleasure, moaning at the stretch.

He lets out a sharp breath when you bottom out. He feels so full. "Fa- fast ple- please-"

You slide him up before slamming him down on your cock, earning a loud moan from the smaller male, and fuck him at a fast pace as he requested.

"I'll breed you, baby, I'll fill you up and get you pregnant." You kiss his neck. "You already look so pretty taking care of my kids, makes me wanna turn you into a father."

"Yes- yes- please~!" Bennett leans his head back, already close to an orgasm. You bury your head in his neck, literally bites and hickeys on his hot skin. “Daddy~!”

“Hm?” You move your hands down to grope his ass, digging your nails into the soft flesh as you fuck him harder.

“Com- coming~!” He cries out, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he squirts.

You groan, loving the way he feels coming on your length. You sit him down onto the sink counter and bring him into a heated kiss, your fingers carding through his messy blond hair before pulling on it and throwing his head back. You deepen the kiss while slowly fucking into him, your roughness making him want more. He moans into your mouth, eyes shut tight as he lets you do whatever you like with him.

You move away from his lips, going to press kisses and hickeys along his jaw while speeding up your thrusts. You move down to his neck, adding more bites to it.

Bennett starts to realize what you're doing, you're marking his body and claiming him as your property. “Yours- ‘M yours, Daddy~” He moans softly, digging his nails into your back as his body adapts to your rougher pace.

“Good boy.” You murmur, moving to his chest and biting around his puffy nipples before sucking on one. You let go of his hair and hold onto his waist instead, keeping him close to you as you fuck him.

You pull away from his nipple, making a wet ‘pop’ sound, and thrust into him harder. “I’m close, Benny-” You warn.

“Plea- please~! Yes! Bree- breed me, Daddy~!”

Your hard thrusts continue until you spill your cum into where it belongs, into his needy wet pussy.

[webtoon-related-tournaments]

Benny:

What if the zombie story was about respecting zombies as human remnants? What if the zombie story was about how senseless killing was still bad even if it was zombies being tortured and killed? What if the zombie story was about how the real monsters are humans, but the zombies are still dangerous?

Sir Sonnaught:

Secretly in love with the FL but not one of the "men of the harem"

[auricfog]

B, G, J, M, W? 💕💕💕

hihihi 💕 sorry this took a minute!

beaumont 'beau' dallas - fallout - my courier six... kind of bc actually benny mistook him for somebody else and then made that same mistake a second time before getting it right 💀 he does end up taking the mantle even if he's not entirely sure why the hale he's involved now bc he's just a silly lil cowboy.

genevieve 'jen' doe - dbd - she truly needs NO introduction bc she's my most iconic oc 💅 but for anybody who doesn't know, she was a waitress working at a diner in roseville, fl who was dealt a pretty terrible hand in her life. dead parents, some time in the foster care system, shitty ex-boyfriend... perfect recipe to attract the entity's attention and so she's taken in 2010 on her drive home from work. while it doesn't change the fact she just wants to go tf home to her cats, she's honestly Very in her element in the realm (girl Thrives in chaos i fear) and is always there to hold out a warm, gentle hand to those who have just entered the fog and need guidance/comfort. she also ends up finding love and companionship in slater (@carrionsflower) 🤭

genevieve 'jenny grace' calhoun smith - tcm - yes jen au but splitting them up by name makes sense since they go by wildly different ones! ash's baby step-sister. she's a bit more... wild and a lot less sure of who she is as a person bc she never really got the chance to figure that out. dropped out of high school, married bruce, and travelled around with him until he decided to dump her on the side of the road for his side piece, shelby. got kidnapped by THE mack soon after but ash and her new man who WON'T just toss her to the side juniper (@queennymeria) come to her rescue 😌

mila - bg3 - dryad ranger. bound to an apple tree. she originates from a hidden grove in the south of anauroch where she lived peacefully with others like her... until something Happened that had her leave home in search of vengeance and also one of her tree's apples bc they're dangerous in the wrong hands. and THEN she stumbled onto the events of the Game but y'know. dw about it.

marilyn dallas - fallout - a companion for my original fallout concept set in texas! she runs an orphanage in dallas and joins the mc as a medic. always had bigger dreams to leave home and become a singer but ultimately decided that her adoptive family (and faction) needed her more. she was named ruth but chooses to go by marilyn bc it sounds more 'glamourous' and was raised alongside beau since they were dropped off around the same time.

[fregget-frou]

would like to send you this fanart of your fl listener, benny. i don’t think i’ll ever finish it so xd

I see

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MINE

Heheehhehehebg he’s so pretty in your style<3333333,,,…..,..,….,,,,

[pardonmydelays]

https://youtu.be/G9ML_k0inMk?si=ELn90_R8s_Gm_0il

I'm watching act 5 of Macbeth Lady Macbeth she's so hot to death She's singing out out damn spot Then I hear someone's cell ringtone "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" FUCK YOU LADY!!! WE'RE IN THE THEATER WATCHING MAGIC!!! OMYGOSH YOU INTERRUPTED THIS SCENE IS TRAGIC!!! MAN. I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU!! I WISH MACBETH KILLED YOU INSTEAD OF THE KING!!!

yEAH, you hear the shushing of the crowd And now shushing of the crowd is EVEN FUCKING LOUDER??? And the cellphone gonna do a harm So the lady's like, "I MUST HAVE LEFT ON THE ALARM"

Airplane mode. Don't even put it on vibrate. If you don't, kill yourself. Leave the country. Migrate.

yEAH

#IM SO FUCKING DEAD HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA #I CANT BREATHE #CHRIS JACKSON'S REACTION TO FUCK YOU LMAOOOO

i didn't even have to click on that link to see what that is, i recognized it immediately just by the lyrics... 🤣

jesus, lin-man and c-jack are probably my favourite duo ever! i believe i said it before, but i'm gonna say it again: usnavi and benny? iconic. hamilton and washington? iconic. piragua guy and mr softee? FUCKING ICONIC BRO.

their reactions are always the best. the way chris laughs at lin's jokes, but also the way lin looks at chris everytime he sings? damn! friendship goals if you ask me!

i didn't even know this one was on youtube. if you want to see more, just type "fls" on my blog, tumblr archive helped me find so many videos from this show months ago and i believe i reblogged and tagged all of them, so go ahead! some of them are truly incredible (well, all of them actually. i love all of them. they are like children to me).

not to mention lin's hairstyle 🥵

[jazzplusplus]

1974 - Herbie Hancock - Volkshaus in Zürich

Herbie Hancock (kbd), Bennie Maupin (sax, fl), Paul Jackson (b), Michael Clark (dr), Bill Summers (perc)

[pompanohistory]

Dr. Louis B. Fisher Jr. Obit

Benny, a Native Floridian and third generation of Pompano Beach, FL, was born on June 21, 1936 . . .  into the Fisher/Lyons family, one of the pioneers of Pompano Beach. He graduated as a “Bean Picker” from Pompano Beach High School and continued his education at the University of Miami, where he was conferred a Bachelor of Arts degree with honors in 1961. Subsequently, he was awarded an Honorary Doctorate for his benevolence with so many humanitarian causes.

Benny was ordained as a Southern Baptist pastor and began his ministry in Loxahatchee, FL. He pastored several churches over the course of 17 years. As the associate pastor for the First Baptist Church of West Palm Beach, Benny was one of the founders of Palm Beach Atlantic University in 1968.

Vocationally, Benny was a member of the 1972 graduating class at Reisch Auction College and a graduate of the Certified Auctioneers Institute in 1981. He turned his father’s real estate company into one of the most renowned auction firms in the country.

Benny served as Board Member, Vice-President, and President of the Florida Auctioneers Association; Director of the National Auctioneers Association; and was a member of The Hundred Club of Broward County since 1988. In 1995, Benny was presented with the Lewis C. Dell Award by his fellow members of the Florida Auctioneers Association. However, the culmination of his career came in 2004 where he was inducted into the National Auctioneers Hall of Fame by 7,000 of his colleagues and peers.

Benny’s other accolades include Florida State Bid Calling Champion twice (1980 and 1985); World Champion of Champions (2000); and the first-ever Businessman of the Year Award from the Pompano Beach Chamber of Commerce in 1990.

Benny was known for his impeccable fashion sense - he was never seen without his quintessential suit and tie and hat. His charismatic personality led him to never meet a stranger, and he always took the opportunity to share the word of the Lord. In his most recent years, Benny enjoyed writing and delivering speeches, mentoring, socializing and reminiscing with friends and family.

Benny is preceded by his father and mother, Louis B. Fisher, Sr. and Inez Lyons Fisher; his brother, H.L. Fisher; and his loving wife of 58 years, Barbara Blue Fisher. He is survived by his aunt, Barbara Lyons Platts; his sisters, Marilyn Virginia Wolf and Mary Francis Whidden; his nephew, Ben Whidden (Meggan); his sons, Louis B. Fisher III (Mitzi) and Lamar Paul Fisher, Sr. (Suzan); his grandchildren, Louis B. Fisher IV “B.J.”, Patricia Fisher McGrath (Tom), and Lamar “Paul” Fisher, Jr. (Molly); and his great-granddaughter, Madison Sue McGrath.

The viewing will be held on Thursday, May 19, 2022 from 4:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. at First Baptist Church of Pompano Beach, 138 NE 1st St, Pompano Beach, FL 33060.

The funeral service will be held on Friday, May 20, 2022 from 1:00 p.m. to 2:00 p.m. at First Baptist Church of Pompano Beach, 138 NE 1st Street, Pompano Beach, FL 33060.

[andumkatresnansposts]

Fornada FL-71805

00:00 Mendaki Gunung (A.T. Mahmud) - Elly Nurdin 02:54 Sekuntum Mawar (A.T. Mahmud) - Magdalena Christy 06:03 Tuhanku (A.T. Mahmud) - Benny Ishak/Elly Nurdin 09:18 Tepuk Tangan (A.T. Mahmud) - Elly Nurdin 11:59 Kintjir Angin (A.T. Mahmud) - Magdalena Christy 14:11 Dua Ekor Anak Kutjing (A.T. Mahmud) - Benny Ishak/Elly Nurdin 16:17 Bulan Sabit (A.T. Mahmud) - Magdalena Christy 19:19 Lagu Tor-Tor (A.T. Mahmud) - Benny Ishak 22:31 Tupai (A.T. Mahmud) 24:37 Burung Nuri (A.T. Mahmud) - Magdalena Christy 27:02 Di Pantai (A.T. Mahmud) - Benny Ishak 29:53 Senam (A.T. Mahmud)

[irguardian]

Cultural Calendar September 1-8

ARTS AND CULTURAL Events ~ CCIRC Performances & Events Space Coast Symphony Orchestra present Big Band Favorites on September 1, 3pm, 1590 27th Ave. ~ Vero Beach, FL 32960 Your Space Coast Symphony Jazz Orchestra under the direction of retired Air Force saxophonist Andrew Cleaver presents a swingin’ fall program featuring music from the big band era including music from Glenn Miller, Benny…

[themfp1]

IT'S OVER: Trump Trial 'Star Witness' DESTROYED in Court LIVE! Stormy FL...

[gusty-wind]

Lists of 22 Rinos

Here’s the full Hall of Shame and who they voted for Speaker instead. The states and congressional districts they represent are in parenthesis:

Don Bacon (NE-2nd)- Kevin McCarthy

Linda Chavez-Deremer (OR-5th)- McCarthy

Anthony D’Esposito-(NY-4th) Lee Zeldin

Vern Buchanan (FL-16th)- Byron Donalds

Andrew Garbarino (NY 2nd) -Zeldin

Jake Ellzey (TX-6th) – Mike Garcia

Jen Higgins (VA-2nd) – McCarthy

Drew Ferguson (GA-3rd)- Steve Scalise

Ken Buck (CO-4th)- Zeldin

Mario Diaz-Balart (FL-26th)- Scalise

Nick Lalota (NY-1st)- Zeldin

Kay Granger (TX-12th) – Scalise

Mike Lawler (NY-17th)- McCarthy

Marinette Miller-Meeks (IA-2nd) – Kay Granger

John James (MI-10th)- Candice Miller

Tony Gonzales (TX-23rd)- Scalise

Carols Gimenez (FL-28th)- McCarthy

Mike Kelly (PA-16th) – John Boehner!

John Rutherford (FL-5th) -Scalise

Mike Simpson (ID-2nd)- Scalise

Pete Stauber (MN-8th) – Bruce Westerman

Steve Womack (AR-3rd)- Scalise

Courtesy of Benny Johnson, here are the phone numbers for the 22 turncoats.

HERE ARE THE OFFICE NUMBERS OF THE 22 REPUBLICANS WHO VOTED AGAINST JIM JORDAN ON SECOND BALLOT – KEEP THE PRESSURE ON: Bacon – (202) 225-4155, (402) 938-0300 Buchanan – (202) 225-5015, (813) 657-1013 Buck – (202) 225-4676, (720) 639-9165 Chavez – (202) 225-5711, (503)… — Benny Johnson (@bennyjohnson) October 18, 2023

[sexypinkon]

Lavar Munroe's latest foray

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Lavar Munroe is a Bahamian interdisciplinary artist working primarily in mixed media painting, cardboard sculpture, and drawings. His work examines themes present in folklore, fables and historic films ­– drawing comparison between his upbringing in the Bahamas and travels to various countries in Africa. Addressing multiple narratives that span personal, historical and mythological references, Munroe’s work presents conflicts between a desire to escape and the longing for home while challenging us to journey beyond the familiar. 

Described as a hybrid medium between painting and relief sculpture, Munroe’s work often incorporates sentimental objects collected and gifted from his family and objects found during his travels. His work focuses on themes such as journey, utopia, magic, love and the celebration of escape through fantastical and dreamlike imagery. Munroe (b.1982, Nassau, Bahamas) earned his BFA from Savannah College of Art and Design (2007) and MFA Studio Art at Washington University, St. Louis (2013). He also attended Skowhegan School of Painting and Sculpture (2013) and was awarded a postdoctoral research fellow at the University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill (2016), Benny Andrews Fellow from the MacDowell Colony (2016), and The Carolina Postdoctoral Program for Faculty Diversity-University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill NC (2014). 

Recent solo exhibitions include Jack Bell Gallery, London, England (2022, 2021, 2014); Walters Museum of Art, Baltimore, MD (2021); NOMAD, Brussels, Belgium (2017); Meadows Museum of Art, Shreveport, LA (2018); SCAD Museum of Art and Gutstein Gallery, Savannah, GA (2016); and The Central Bank, Nassau, Bahamas (2010). Notable group shows include The National Art Gallery of the Bahamas (2022); Centre Pompidou Metz, FR (2022); Ichihara Lakeside Museum (2020); Virginia Museum of Contemporary Art, Virginia Beach, VA (2020); Perez Art Museum Miami, FL (2019); Jack Bell Gallery, London, UK (2017); and Nasher Museum of Art, Durham, NC (2015). He has also been featured in the Art Basel Miami Beach (2022); Kampala Biennale (2020); Off Biennale Cairo (2018); 12th Dakar Biennale, Senegal, West Africa (2016); and 56th Venice Art Biennale (2015). His work is in the collections of The Baltimore Museum of Art,  Fondation de France; Fondation Gandur pour l’Art, Genève, Switzerland; The Studio Museum of Harlem, New York, NY; The Central Bank of the Bahamas, Nassau, BA; The National Art Gallery of the Bahamas, Nassau, BA; and the MAXXI Museum, Rome, IT. 

He is the recipient of honors and awards including the John Simon Guggenheim Memorial Foundation Fellow, Robert De Niro Award (2023), the Sondheim Artscape Prize Finalist (2021), Distinguished Alums Award from Sam Fox School of Art and Design from Washington University of St. Louis (2018), Postdoctoral Award for Research Excellence from the University of North Carolina (2015), Sam Fox Dean’s Initiative Fund (2013), Joan Mitchell Foundation Painters and Sculptors Grant (2013), Joan Mitchell Foundation Scholarship (2012), The Kraus Family Foundation Award (2011), and The National Endowment for the Arts Grant (2011).

Munroe lives and works between Baltimore, MD, and the Bahamas.

[tradedmiami]

SALE IMAGE: Eduardo Azofra & George Smith DATE: 09/29/2023 ADDRESS: 1350 West 29th Street MARKET: Hialeah, FL ASSET TYPE: Multifamily BUYER: Disney Ferras SELLER: Benny Alvarez BUYER'S REP: George Smith (@G_Smith_cre) - SMITH Commercial Property Group (@Smith_cre) SELLER'S REP: Eduardo Azofra - Fortune International Realty (@FortuneInternationalRealty) ASKING PRICE: $4,350,000 SALE PRICE: $4,100,000 UNITS: 20 ~ PPU: $205,000 SF: 10,041 ~ PPSF: $408 #Miami #RealEstate #tradedmia #MIA #TradedPartner #Hialeah #Multifamily #GeorgeSmith #EduardoAzofra #FortuneInternationalRealty #BennyAlvarez #SMITHCommercialPropertyGroup #DisneyFerras

[kickmag]

Urbanworld Film Festival Announces 2023 Lineup

The 27th annual Urbanworld Film Festival's lineup has been announced for the event taking place the first week of November. The five-day occasion is November 1-5 at AMC 34th Street and the SVA Theatre in New York City. The schedule includes the world premiere of A Wu-Tang Experience: Live At Red Rocks Amphitheatre directed by Rza and Gerald Barclay. A conversation with Marvel Studios' The Marvels writer/director and Urbanworld album Nia Acosta is also planned. HBO returns as a Founding Partner and Warner Brothers Discovery is the Prestige Partner. 

Stand Up & Shout: Songs from a Philly High School, an HBO Documentary Films feature, from director Amy Schatz and executive produced by Mike Jackson, John Legend and Ty Stiklorius of Get Lifted Film Co. will screen. Lawman: Bass Reeves, starring and executive produced by David Oyelowo about the first Black US Marshal is scheduled for viewing. Maxine's Baby: The Tyler Perry Story will be presented by Amazon Prime and National Geographic Documentary Films is having a youth screening of The Space Race directed by Urbanworld alum Lisa Cortés (Little Richard I Am Everything) and Diego Hurtado de Mendoza. 

The work of more Urbanworld alums will be highlighted with To Live And Let Die starring Amin Joseph and Omari Hardwick; Young. Wild. Free. directed by Thembi Banks with Sanaa Lathan and Mike Epps; and Sira, a Berlinale audience winner directed by Apolline Traoré.

ESPN is presenting Black Girls Play from documentary team Joe Brewster and Michéle Stephenson. Disney+ is showcasing six short films from its Disney + Launchpad incubator program of filmmakers including The Ghost, directed by Erica Eng; Black Belts, directed by Spencer Glover; Beautiful, FL, directed by Gabriela Ortega; The Roof, directed by Alexander Bocchieri; Maxine, written and directed by Niki Ang and Project CC, directed by Cashmere Jasmine. 

The almost 100 titles comprises shorts from several known artists including Yvonne Orji's directing debut with Jamaal and Zainab Jah's first film Reunion. Executive producer, Urbanworld alum and writer Nelson George will present Flower, a short film about ballerina Misty Copeland. Benny Boom's A Love Letter To Hip-Hop starring Tariq Trotter aka Black Thought and Part of Me: Anuar Khalifi by Yasiin Bey starring Yasiin Bey (fka Mos Def) are two of the music-oriented titles. 

To purchase tickets and passes, visit urbanworld.org. 

2023 Urbanworld International Film Festival Lineup 

Spotlight Presentations

Lawmen: Bass Reeves – Created by Chad Feehan (Presented by Paramount+)

Maxine's Baby: The Tyler Perry Story – Directed by Gelila Bekele and Armani Ortiz (Presented by Prime Video)

Stand Up & Shout: Songs from a Philly High School – Directed by Amy Schatz (Presented by HBO Documentary Films)

The Space Race – Directed by Diego Hurtado de Mendoza and Lisa Cortés (Presented by National Geographic Documentary Films)

U.S./World Cinema Narrative Features 

Chronicles of a Wandering Saint (Argentina) – Directed by Tomás Gómez Bustillo (New York Premiere)

Frybread Face and Me – Directed by Billy Luther (New York Premiere)

INKY PINKY PONKY (New Zealand) – Directed by Damon Fepuleai, Ramon TeWake (U.S. Premiere)

To Live and Die and Live – Directed by Qasim Basir

Young. Wild. Free. – Directed by Thembi Banks (New York Premiere)

Sira (Burkina Faso) – Directed by Apolline Traoré (U.S. Premiere)

Documentary Features

A Wu-Tang Experience: Live at Red Rocks Amphitheatre – Directed by Gerald K. Barclay and The RZA (World Premiere)

Bike Vessel – Directed by Eric D. Seals (New York Premiere)

Black Barbie: A Documentary – Directed by Lagueria Davis (New York Premiere)

Brief Tender Light (Ghana/USA) – Directed by Arthur Musah (New York Premiere)

Disney Launchpad Shorts (Presented by Disney+)

Beautiful, FL – Directed by Gabriela Ortega

Black Belts – Directed by Spencer Glover

Maxine – Directed by Niki Ang

Project CC – Directed by Cashmere Jasmine

The Ghost – Directed by Erica Eng

The Roof – Directed by Alexander Bocchieri

POV Showcase (Presented by WNET)

By Way of Canarsie – Directed by Emily Packer and Lesley Steele

Freshwater – Directed by dream hampton

Sol in the Garden – Directed by Emily Cohen Ibañez and Débora Souza Silva

Still Waters – Directed by Aurora Brachman

The Dream of a Horse (Iran) – Directed by Marjan Khosravi (New York Premiere)

U.S. And World Narrative Shorts

A Version – Directed by Asad Farooqui (New York Premiere)

August Visitor – Directed by Ifeyinwa Arinze

Becoming – Directed by Tramaine Raphael Gray

Children of Light (Korea/USA) – Directed by Minkyu Kang (New York Premiere)

Choices – Directed by Justin Luis Denis (World Premiere)

Cousins – Directed by Karina Dandashi

Cut Me If You Can – Directed by Nicolas Polixene and Sylvain Loubet (New York Premiere)

Death & Ramen – Directed by Tiger Ji

Don't Touch My Hair – Directed by Matthew Law (New York Premiere)

Don't Wait Up For Me – Directed by Alain Alfaro (New York Premiere)

ExpoZure – Directed by Kimson Albert (World Premiere)

Hématome (Belgium) – Directed by Babetida Sadjo

Homing – Directed by Ricardo Varona (New York Premiere)

House Party (United Kingdom) – Directed by William Alexander Boyd III (U.S. Premiere)

Incomplete – Directed by Zoey Martinson

I Held Him – Directed by Hans Augustave

JAMAAL – Directed by Yvonne Orji (World Premiere)

Jerome – Directed by Gianfranco Fernández-Ruiz (New York Premiere)

LOOK BACK AT IT – Directed by Felicia Pride

Lunchbox – Directed by Anne Hu

Magic Ring – Directed by Alex Ashe

My Two Left Feet – Directed by Damian Gonzalez (U.S. Premiere)

October Mourning – Directed by Frederick Thornton (New York Premiere)

Reunion – Directed by Zainab Jah and Tim Naylor (New York Premiere)

Spaceship – Directed by Jorge G. Camarena (New York Premiere)

The Burden – Directed by Tish Arana (New York Premiere)

The Fore-men (Canada) – Directed by Adrian Bobb (East Coast Premiere)

The Old Young Crow (Japan) – Directed by Liam LoPinto (New York Premiere)

TikTok Challenged – Directed by Ivan Rome

YELLOW (United Kingdom) – Directed by ELHAM EHSAS (East Coast Premiere)

Documentary Shorts

Black Girls Play: The Story of Hand Games – Directed by Joe Brewster and Michèle Stephenson (Presented by ESPN Films)

Duckworthy – Directed by M.G. Evangelista (New York Premiere)

I Was a Soul Train Dancer – Directed by Timiza Sanyika (New York Premiere)

Merman – Directed by Sterling Hampton IV

PART OF ME - Anuar Khalifi BY Yasiin Bey (Spain) – Directed by Jordi Esgleas Marroi (New York Premiere)

OVER THE WALL – Directed by KRYSTAL TINGLE

SLICE – Directed by Zaire Love (New York Premiere)

The Big Idea: Birth Without Bias – Directed by Sarah Klein, Tom Mason (New York Premiere)

Things Long Left Unsaid – Directed by Antonia Thornton (New York Premiere)

WA GUEJJ GUI - OCEAN PEOPLE – Directed by Clé Hunnigan (World Premiere)

Animation Shorts

Bridges – Directed by Jonathan Davenport (World Premiere)

BURNING RUBBER – Directed by Christopher Fequiere and Dara King (New York Premiere)

Lil’ Ruby – Directed by Bartek Kik (New York Premiere)

Perfect City: The Bravest Kid – Directed by Shengwei Zhou (East Coast Premiere)

Tomato Kitchen (China) – Directed by Junyi Xiao

Experimental

BET Presents: A Love Letter to Hip Hop – Directed by Benny Boom

FLOWER – Directed by Lauren Finerman

It Smells Like Springtime – Directed by Mackie Mallison

Quiet As It's Kept – Directed by Ja'Tovia Gary (New York Premiere)

Paradise Ft. Terrace Martin & Alex Isley – Directed By child. (Presented By Jill Newman Productions)

Young Creators Showcase

BURNT MILK (Jamaica) – Directed by Joseph Douglas Elmhirst (U.S. Premiere)

Of Silence and Song – Directed by Dai Leyi (New York Premiere)

Shallots and Garlic / Bawang Merah Bawang Putih (Indonesia/Canada) – Directed by Andrea Nirmala Widjajanto (New York Premiere)

Xiaohui and his cows (China) – Directed by Xinying Lao (New York City Premiere)

UNERASABLE – Directed by Déon Ragin (World Premiere)

Screenplays

I Don’t Dream in Spanish Anymore – Written by Missy Hernandez

Long Live AJ – Written by Marvin Van Buren

Panorama Connection – Written by Nicole Weaver

The Washroom – Written by Omar Al Dakheel and Elie El Choufany