#I'm pretty sure it's Farley

[skyerana]

Bert. Bert no. He's your friend Bert.

[wexhappyxfew]

Kennedy and John with “feeling their pulse” from the prompt list? I love them already

HI ANON!!!! can i just say when i got this prompt request, i was so so excited because o m g i am so glad!!! despite the fact i don't have writing with them out yet (and their only interaction so far was a snippet from a while ago) i am BEYOND EXCITED to put this out!!! :D definitely a fun duo to write and something i'd be happy to go deeper with writing on as well! there is a LOT to unpack haha! please enjoy and thank you so much!

run along lover boy

(a/n): safe to say i could've kept writing these two in every possible way, but i held myself because alas, i have every opportunity to write more for them. so please enjoy my chaotic duo - kennedy farley and bucky egan in stalag talking about the one thing no one seems to want to talk about. enjoy!!! :D

"She's still out there." Lieutenant Bradshaw said quietly from where she stood on the opposite side of the table, her arms crossed over her chest, face both sternly held and downcast, the look in her eyes dismissive and cold, "I saw her when we dropped. She couldn't have been far from me."

Kennedy watched as Annie glanced towards Brady who stood next to her - it was unmistakable not to notice the level of protectiveness Brady had seemingly taken on when Annie showed up to the Stalag, limping and bloodied. And now, it was nearly every time they weren't forced to be apart, they were beside one another. And the look in Brady's eyes said enough these days it seemed.

"How far you thinking, Bradshaw?" Bucky said from behind Kennedy, "You jump outta those things and you're playing with fate."

"A bit more to my right. Bes was to my left, Kennedy closest. Margie was somewhere behind the three of us," Annie said softly, her voice trying to hold. Kennedy watched as Annie glanced around the group, "I tried looking for her, I really did." Kennedy watched as Annie met Kennedy's gaze before looking down again and letting her shoulders fall.

"You did what you could, Annie," Kennedy heard Brady whisper quietly, before squeezing a hand on Annie's shoulder, "that's what matters." Kennedy caught the look Annie and Brady shared, those few extra seconds they held one another's gazes.

"It's Margie Harlowe," Buck said from the other end of the table, "she's still out there. We know that."

"No body ain't a dead body," Hambone said from his own spot opposite Buck, "how far from here you think you dropped?" Annie looked to him and pulled a thinking face across her lips and then sighed.

"Had to be somewhere upwards of 50 miles. We weren't deep into Germany on the mission. Outskirts." Annie offered.

"Yeah, suicide run, if anything," Kennedy offered and sat back in her chair, "gotta hand it to Lieutenant Bradshaw though, she probably was the calmest outta all of us." The group looked to Annie who wearily smiled at the group and nodded.

"Guilty is charged." Annie said and the group seemed to share smiles amongst one another.

"Probably closer to 60," Bessie said from where she laid on one of the higher bunks, flipping through a book, "whatever it was, those Krauts are damn sins. One nearly took out my eye."

"Did he miss the goddamn Lieutenant bar on your neck?" Bucky asked her. Kennedy glanced back and sent Bucky a look who shook it off.

"Buck-" Buck started, but Bucky cut in and stepped forward.

"Any of those sick fuckos try anything with any one of you ladies, you tell anyone of us, alright?" Bucky said, meeting each of their eyes, ending on Kennedy, "You don't know how fucking brain-washed they might be. They even lay a finger on ya, I'll-"

"Hear ya loud and clear, sir," Bessie said, pulling her legs over and hanging off the bunk edge, "Kennedy popped a guy in the balls. Pretty sure we can all do what we can. In a pinch."

"Really." Buck said glancing at her.

"I'm impressed," Bucky said looking down at her from where he leaned back against the bunk, "how hard ya hit him?"

"Did he bleed?" murmured Benny from his own bunk - he wasn't tending well to the Margie news, but he was coping it seemed.

"Oh he bled," Kennedy said, leaning against the table and sending a look to Bucky, "he was on the ground. Beggin' for Ma at some point. Last time one of those Nazi-fucks tries to touch the hair on my head. You do whatever you damn please, but you don't touch the hair."

"I knew I always liked you, Farley." Bucky said with a smirk, Kennedy catching a glance of that grin in her peripheral. He held her gaze a second longer, which she quite enjoyed; the way his eyes lingered a little on her eyes and then the scar on her cheek that was finally healing.

"She's right on that, "Annie said, as Kennedy pulled her gaze from Bucky's face, "they think they can keep doing whatever they want. Don't think it's gotten through their minds yet that we don't put up with that sorta shit."

"Guess that they haven't met a member of Silver Bullets yet and they're finally learning they can't just do whatever they want," Hambone said with a chuckle as he flipped through a mangled deck of cards, "c'mon, Bradshaw, tell me what the one said again?" Annie chuckled.

"The guy said that he was overjoyed to learn that America had things like baseball and cold beer," Annie said, "what a lunatic."

"Hey, don't be knocking it now. They're the gifts that keep on giving." Bucky said, looking at Annie with a smirk, "Ain't that right, Farley." Kennedy rolled her eyes and glanced back at Bucky with a raised brow.

"For some people," Kennedy said, with a knowing look, "if you're team is actually winning, that is." Bucky smirked before looking at the group.

"That's because she's a Red Sox fan." Bucky said, lowering his voice with a chuckle, "Traded Babe Ruth and it was game over for 20 years. Still kinda is." Kennedy leaned back and took a shove at his arm with a roll of her eyes, a few of the guys chuckling around them.

"She'll show up, she has to," Annie said with a firm nod, "I'm gonna go take a walk along the perimeter. Find the Colonel," Annie shrugged her shoulders and sniffled, that damn cold doing its number, "get an eye on some of the higher ups."

"I'm coming with you." Brady said quickly from beside her and Kennedy briefly heard Bucky let out a chuckle.

"Try and figure out who the one guy was who wouldn't stop staring, alright? He got that crazy look in his eye," Kennedy told Annie and Brady watching as they pulled their scarves around their necks and their beanie's on, Annie looking much smaller than Kennedy remembered in her coat now, "taller, teetering son-of-a-bitch."

"Will do," Brady said as he followed Annie out of the room, a few of the others taking that as their note to disperse, settle onto cots or start up games of cards or chess. Kennedy let out a sigh and then turned towards Bucky behind her and raised a brow.

"Really?" she said, her voice unamused, and slightly monotone.

"What?" admonished Bucky, shoving his hands in his pockets, a big, winning grin showing on his face, "Brady's walking around like a love-sick fool, I gotta have a little fun." Kennedy raised her brow further.

"C'mon, tell me you don't hear it at night, 'It's just you and I….here….now.', and all this other lovey-dovey shit, too, Farley," he said, nodding at her, "swear if you heard it yourself, you'd lose your mind to."

"He's been crazy about her since she got here, let them live a bit." Kennedy said, standing to her feet and coming to his side before lowering her voice, "Especially here."

She looked back up at Bucky and noticed how soft his face had grown so close-up. His eyes gently resting on her own, lingering gaze, his presence something back at Thorpe Abbotts she would've scorn about, but something here she was latching onto more often these days.

Even with Bucky's roughhousing and good-natured fun, Kennedy found herself gravitating towards him more often than not these days - she remembered when she'd first come in, barely alive, hoping to get her eyes on even just one of the guys from the 100th who was familiar to her. And Bucky had been the first, pulling her from the arms of the Germans who had been dragging her, forcing her to walk as she was fighting a fever, who immediately had taken her to where the others guys had been, and gotten her soup, water, and watched over her as she rested.

Back at Thorpe Abbotts, he'd been someone she could throw a bit of flirty words and teasing nature around, just for fun.

Now, he was the one who had pulled her from those few days of being lost, sick and far from home and in the hands of the Germans.

"You have to remember the first time you were in love, John," Kennedy said as she leaned on the bunk beside Bucky and surveyed the small bunk room, "all those butterflies, that lusting feeling, c'mon, with a face like that, you oughta know." She looked to him with a grin, but instead was met with a sour-looking frown. Her smile fell.

"Seems I forgot to do that." Bucky said, reaching up to rub a finger along his upper lip and then sighed, sending her a glance, "And the butterflies, or whatever the fuck you're supposed to feel." Kennedy stared at him and waited until he met her gaze fully.

"Let me guess, you got a cushy guy back home, your Ma set up for you from the country club, and just broke a guys heart before you came out here," Bucky said, his tone falling into a somewhat jealous and distant mantra, "you don't even gotta tell me. Look at you, any guy woulda been lucky to know you." Kennedy stared at him, her heart beginning to race the longer she stared at him and his stupid pretty face.

"No actually." Kennedy said, about just as firmly and slightly cold right back, "Guys at the country club were stuck-up twits anyway. Only heartbreaking that was going on was mine." Bucky looked her way and opened his mouth, before closing it again.

"Yep," Kennedy said with a nod, "strung me on like fish to a hook with bait. Showered me in love or whatever the fuck he called it. He stole a whole lot from me that I'll never get back. Youth, whatever else." Bucky was rather intently staring at her and refusing to look away.

"What the hell was his name?" Bucky said, his jaw clenched a bit tighter, his shoulders broader as he had turned to look at her now, watching her with a look that was enough to make her insides twist.

"Stephen." Kennedy said and then shrugged, "It's stupid anyway. First love is a load of bullshit half the time." Bucky was still staring at her and she was sure anymore of looking into his eyes and she wouldn't hold back. Whatever she was feeling.

"Anyway," Kennedy said looking away and grabbing some of the canteens from the table, seemingly catching Bucky off guard with her sudden dismissal of the conversation, "I'll go refill some of the water. I'll be back." With that she turned, heart pounding.

"Wait, Farley-" Bucky said, reaching out to grab her free hand, his large fingers clasping around her wrist, his hand hot, sending goosebumps all over her form. She turned to him and watched as his wheels turned, trying to figure out whatever he was thinking of saying.

"I shouldn't have said that about you - the country club bullshit, and he sounds like a complete asshole. Steve - whatever the fuck his name was." Bucky said and then righted himself, his grip loosening, but not free, "I'll come with you. To get the water." She stared at him, mildly surprised, but almost not. He'd been giving her that quiet look for days now. Whatever it meant. Enough it made her pulse race. And she knew he could feel it. Kennedy smirked at him and then reached forward, pulling her hand from his loose grasp and grabbed a few more canteens and placed it into his arms.

"How chivalrous." she said, before giving him a smile and heading out the door. Bucky stood there silent for a moment, and was left with a snort from Bessie on the top bunk.

"What?" grumbled Bucky, glancing over towards the woman - whom he hadn't realized was still here nor paying attention. Bessie chuckled and flipped a page in her book and smiled.

"Nothing." she said with a chuckle, before glancing over at him, "Run along, lover boy."

[devillime]

After lesson 21 an idea popped in my head

since past barbatos knows about being from the future then I'm pretty sure solomon will ask past barbatos to give him a letter to his future self but tge letter is from solomon letting everyone know how things are

!!THIS IS BASED ON MY MC!!

ALSO SPOILERS FIR THE RECENT LESSON

Barbatos walked into his room seeing a letter on the ground at a glance he knew who it was from

he asked Diavolo to hold a meeting between the brothers and the other exchange students

"So barbatos may I ask why you wanted me to call everyone here so late?"

"I just received a letter from solomon"

the air in the room had gotten tense,from solomon? this has to be a joke right I mean Diavolo looks suprised as well

"I ask you all this before I read it do you wish for me to read this on a later date because I'm farley certain that this letter will put everyone here in a worse state of mind" barbatos asked holding up the letter

it looked old as if it has been waiting for someone to open it

Lucifer broke the silence "if we don't hear what he has to say I'm pretty sure none of us will sleep any easier than we have for the past few weeks"

the others seem to be in agreement normally it be shocking to see mephistopheles agree with lucifer but given the situation there's no room for arguments

"Dear everyone

I know you all must be worried about Nanami and don't worry she's safe and sound but there is a small issue that I can't figure out and that simple is she has forgotten all of you

including me but given we are in the past especially around the brothers first few days in Devildom and the beginning of RAD I feel as if she will remember you all but not in the way it was before

I know her memories are coming back to her slowly but there is a huge issue I'm starting to lose my powers so I ask that you all stay patient until then I promise to bring her back"

Barbatos finished reading the letter he didn’t have to look up to know who was crying and who was hiding it

"what will happen if solomon lose his powers barbatos?" Raphael asked

"i'm afraid it took have more than one out come but from what I gathered she just has to make pacts with the brothers again but..."

he went silent making everyone felt anxious "I don't see anything good if he loses his powers is all I could say"

Diavolo send everyone back home and went back to his office dragging his feet

Barbatos knows the stress abd sadness they must be in

Lucifer forced himself to work

Mammon has tear stains on his face

Leviathan is going back into being a Shut in

Satan doesn't lash out anymore he's just tune things out

Asmodeus while he puts some care into his looks it's not as much as when she wa here

Beelzebub felt like he was always empty even after eating everything up

Belphegor eye bags had gotten more noticeable he hasn't had an sleep he sleeps for an hour then wakes up crying

Diavolo while much like lucifer stays locked up in his office just staring at photos with her

Mephistopheles he's gotten use to the brothers barging into his office he's gotten use to Nanami coming in and having a snack with him but now he's silent

Thirteen stopped coming to RAD but only came back just recently after she kept overthinking

Raphael misses when she stayed over and put a blanket on him and give him a good night kiss before leaving

Luke had shed the most tears practically crying himself to sleep everyday

Simeon was under enough tension from the celestial relam that his hair started turning gray

Barbatos felt as if nothing would change for him but it has from seeing a new sticky note with a message from her telling him to take a break and enjoy the snacks he makes with Luke but that stopped ever sense she disappeared and Luke stopped coming by

he's use to stuff like this but why does it hurt so much more?

and how does she feel when she sees past them? does she find it humorous or does she felt like she known them for a long time

she may not have her memories but tge feeling doesn't go away...

right....?

[ryunumber]

Farley the Wolf from Spyro? Do note that I'm pretty sure the Skylanders Spyro is supposed to be a different incarnation that original Spyro, so idk if that'd affect anything

Farley has a Ryu Number of 3.

[mostlyinthemorning]

Simply the Second Best Semifinal 1

Role in a movie/short

Score: A Hockey Musical vs Buffaloed

We're almost at the end!

In our first semifinal, we the favourite of Noah's supporting roles: JJ in Buffaloed vs his first major movie role: Farley Gordon in Score: A Hockey Musical. (I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to put three colons in one sentence, but I do what I want.)

Which of these will be the first into the final?

[glittter-vamp]

CHAPTER 9

Joe Burrow x Bisexual OC.

Warnings: 18+MDNI. Mention Of Death & Grief. Emotional Intimacy pretty much at 100 and smut-ish themes. Homophobia. Angsty yet Fluffy. Pretty heavy chapter overall.

Word Count: 3.4k

"Thank you for shopping with us, have a great day!" Val smiles at a customer that was in the store while handing them their shopping bag. It was Sunday which she usually didn't come in for but Elsa had went a little too hard at the Pride parade the day prior and Dani was off. So, it was just her and Kade in the store today making things happen. 

"Almost time to close, what a weekend!" Kade sighs moving a box of hangers. 

"It was pretty crazy, I guess since we closed yesterday for the parade people came today instead." Val says organizing a rack of shirts.

"I'm so glad I'm off for the next two days, I'm drinking a whole bottle of wine by myself tonight to destress." Kade lets out a breath. 

"You and me both." Val smiles. Them two make it through the last work hour with only one other customer coming in. Cleaning up quickly, they make it out of the store by 4:50 and in their cars to go home. Since it was Sunday evening the traffic wasn't so bad but living in a city meant it was still there regardless. As Val drove home she got a call from Joe. She had talked to him here and there, all through text after that argument they had. 

"Hello?" Val answers on the car Bluetooth. 

"Hey...are you out of work?" Joe asks. 

"I am. Why?" Val asks wondering why. 

"Would you mind stopping by the house today? Something came for you at the house." Joe says sounding just as confused as she was hearing that. 

"Uh, what do you mean something came for me...to your house? I've never your given address for anything to anyone." Val questions. 

"I'm just confused as you about it are but it's addressed to you, it's a letter." He says. 

"Does it seems like junk mail or something? That's so weird..." She asks as she drives. 

"No, it's hand written from within the state. Say's its from someone named Sabrina Farley." Joe responds back, Val's heart dropping hearing that. 

"Are you sure!?" Val asks trying to remain her cool. 

"That's what it says, I can drop it off during the week if you're busy--

"No, I'll come get it now. I'm in the car driving anyway." Val says. 

"Alright, you can let your self in. I have to rest up my leg. My knee has been feeling weird." Joe says. 

"Do you need anything?" Val asks. 

"Nah I'm good, but thanks. I appreciate that." Joe yawns. They hang up soon after and Val makes her way to Joe's.

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Pulling up to his house she parks in the driveway and lets her self in like he told her too. She could hear the tv, Joe was of course was watching some alien documentary like usual. Walking to the living room she see's Joe laying on his couch icing his knee. 

"So, what'd you do to your knee?" Val speaks up startling Joe and making her laugh. 

"I didn't hear you come in... but I think I went to hard in the gym yesterday." He shrugs looking at his leg,

"Better chill before everyone gets on your ass or you injure yourself again." Val shakes her head. 

"I know..." Joe sighs. 

"So about the letter?" Val asks awkwardly. 

"Oh yeah, here!" Joe reaches over and grabs the letter that was sitting beside the remote. 

"Here you go, I didn't open it or anything." He says handing her the white envelope. Val reads the name and she starts to feel uneasy about it. 

"I really have no idea how this person got your address. I'm real sorry this came here, that's super invasive." Val bites her lip looking at Joe. 

"It's alright. Do you know who that person is though?" Joe asks and she nods yes. 

"My older sister. Since I cut off contact from the family , they haven't had my number or address except for the twins who I actually haven't heard from in months." Val shakes her head. 

"Do you think it's something serious?" Joe asks sitting up, intrigued by what that letter held. 

"Must be if they sent it to your house and not mine, my store or any of my other friends houses." Val says ripping the letter open. 

Val starts reading the letter which was starting off first by apologizing being sent to Joe's house but that they couldn't find her address anywhere online and was scared that if it got sent to the store it would end up in someone else's business mailbox instead. Which Val found very weird but she continued reading. As she read the next line her heart sunk and felt her eyes water. 

"I hate to inform you that dad has been involved in a car accident two weeks prior from when I'm writing this. He doesn't seem to be progressing at all, therefore mom is going to make the hard decision to take him off life support tomorrow. Though, we felt the need to tell you, we ask that you do not come to the funereal nor contact any of us. We've seen you in the tabloids and still don't approve of your life choices and out of respect to god, the church, the family and most importantly dad it's best if you don't come. We don't need any shameful people around us during this hard time or someone to take the attention away from dad." 

"Val...Hey, Hey...what's going on? Breathe." Joe says to her as he runs up to her and catches her as she falls to her knees at the news she just read. Val lets out a sob as Joe tries to console her and get her seated on the couch. Not being able to barely breathe let alone talk, she hands the letter to Joe and he reads it keeping one hand on Val and rubbing her back as she cries. 

"I'm so sorry Val. This is isn't the way they should've told you." Joe says hugging her tight and kiss her head as she cries. 

"I probably already missed his funeral since this was sent a week ago. Why would they do that?" She sniffles shaking her head. 

"If you did, that's entirely their fault. They know what they were doing sending this letter, they could of called, sent this to your actual house or business or even gone to your store in person...instead they sent it to my house not even knowing if it would get to you two weeks after your fathers accident in which they didn't contact you. This was malicious on their part, you did nothing wrong." Joe says feeling nothing but anger over this situation for Val. He couldn't believe they would treat her this way but it became clear why Val separated herself from them.

"I-I should go home. I'm sorry for breaking down like this here. I should of opened that letter at home or something." Val says quickly getting up and wiping her tears, desperately trying to get herself together. 

"What?! No--Val, you're not driving while you're emotions are hitting you like this. You're still processing this." Joe says shaking his head and Val sighs. 

"I just know things aren't okay between us and going through this here--

"That's not important right now, what's important is that you stay here and not get behind the wheel while you're crying. I'm going to get you water, please just stay here and take a breath." Joe says sitting her down again and she just nods beginning to cry again. Val didn't couldn't believe that letter. Still processing everything from her fathers accident to him being taken off life support to her family asking her not to come to the funeral because of who she was was just something she couldn't believe but hurt like hell. It proved that she was yet not healed from her past with her family.

"Here." Joe says coming back with a water bottle. Val takes it and takes a few sips. 

"Is there anything I can do?" Joe asks sitting next to her. 

"Get me a time machine so I could tell my parents not to have me and spare everyone the disappointment that I am." Val sighs wiping her tears. 

"Don't say that. Just because they have a problem with who you are doesn't mean you don't have people around you that love and support you. Plus, you've basically built your own family, you have the girls, Mateo, Kade and Elsa...Me and my family." Joe says hesitating on that last part. 

"I don't even know how your family views me right now so I wouldn't count them in there." Val shakes her head. 

" They haven't said anything to me about it so...well my mom obviously asked about what was going on cause she knows we're together but she didn't comment on anything else. My dad is never one to get into my personal relationships so..." Joe shakes his head. 

"Still doesn't mean anything." Val mutters. 

"Why don't I draw you a nice bath? I'll go pick up some food in the meantime while you soak." Joe says patting her knee. 

"You don't have to do that." Val shakes her head. 

"You need it, c'mon." Joe slowly pulls Val off the couch and they make their way upstairs letting the letter on the couch. 

"You still have clothes in your drawer, I haven't touched them." Joe says softly as they enter his room. 

"Thanks." Val sniffles heading over to where she always kept her clothes.

Joe headed to the bathroom and filled up the tub for her while she chose some clothes. Her mind was having a million different thoughts about what's happened. Though she was heartbroken over the news of her dad she was also incredibly angry at how it was handled. She couldn't stand the way her family has treated her since she came out in college. Val makes her way to the bathroom where Joe was making sure the water was a perfect temperature and the tub was getting filled up. 

"You can get in while it fills it takes a bit, did you need anything else? I haven't restocked on your wine but I can get you something else..." Joe asks as Val set her clothes down on the counter. 

"I think this moment calls for one of your vodka tonics." Val smiles. 

"Woah...I haven't heard those words since you opened up Pixies." Joe says making her chuckle. 

"I know it's a dangerous thing to say but I really need it." Val sighs. 

"You're wish is my command." Joe smiles leaving the bathroom. Val undresses and realizes she still has the markings from Summer on her body. Shaking her head and setting that aside she steps into the warm bath that smelled like lavender. Val feels herself relax into the semi filled tub and soon enough Joe comes back with her drink. 

"Here." Joe smiles handing her the drink. 

"Thanks." She smiles back taking a sip of the ridiculously strong drink. 

"Jeez, did you put any club soda in that?" Val shudders as the liquor runs through her body and sort of gives her a shock. 

"You knew what you were asking for. I put a lot of ice so just let it water down a bit." Joe says squatting down to her level and turning the water off for her. There wasn't many bubbles in the tub so Val saw Joe's eyes lingering on her body thought the soapy water. 

"What did you want to eat?" Joe asks clearing his throat. 

"It's Sunday evening so everything closes pretty early...whatever is open is fine. No healthy stuff though, I need good savory comfort food."  

"I'll be back, call me if anything. Make yourself at home." Joe says giving Val a gentle kiss on the head before leaving. It felt nice for Val to have Joe there for her. This was one of the things she couldn't complain about when it came to him. He was always there for Val when she needed him the most with no questions asked. Relaxing in the hot bath and downing the drink she eventually gets out and takes a quick shower being one of those people that can't just take a bath first. 

After her shower, drying off and draining the tub, she gets dressed and heads downstairs taking the glass that was now empty. As she washed her cup, Joe comes in with the bags of food.

 "So I got us sushi, and I stopped to get us ice cream. Hope that's okay!" Joe says smiling at Val. 

"That sounds really great. Thank you." Val smiles back. 

"We can put on a movie or whatever you want." Joe says setting the bags down to put the ice cream in the freezer.

"Sure." Val nods. She grabs water for them both from the fridge and make their way to the living room. 

"So, what do you want to watch?" Joe asks after they settle on the couch with the food. 

"Um, something funny I guess." she shrugs taking a bite of the spicy shrimp tempura roll. Joe turns on Superbad.

"I saw that you went the pride parade, how was that?" Joe asks failing miserably to use his chopsticks like usual making val laugh. 

"It was fun. Everyone had a goodtime." Val nods. 

"I saw that Summer went...you guys were posting on instagram" Joe says. Val knew she was going hear something about about her come from Joe eventually. 

"She was." Val says nods eyeing Joe. The last thing she wanted right now was to get in an argument with Joe about Summer again after what she just learned. Her emotions were way to high right now for that and she knew it.

"Is she...at least making you happy?" He asks softly and Val sighs. 

"Joe, I really don't need this right now." Val rolls her eyes.

"I'm not mad or trying to start anything. I just want to know she's at least treating you right given your history with her and having your own complaints with me" Joe says, he seemed genuine. 

"We only messed around once after that fight we had, we're not dating though and she's been fine to me. No drama. There, happy?" Val answers truthfully. 

"Very." Joe smirks which annoyed Val. 

"How about you? Any girls you've brought back here and shown them what a night with America's QB heartthrob is like?" Val asks trying to annoy him.

"Nope. Those nights are reserved for you." Joe smirks. 

"and Sofia the baddie ig model." Val nods popping another piece of sushi into her mouth pretending she didn't see Joe's annoyed face when she said that. 

"Okay...maybe I see how asking about Summer and throwing her in your face could be annoying." Joe says making Val snort. 

"But, since we're on the topic of girls and I still have my list of questions of you..." Joe trails off, Val sighing preparing for what's about to come out of his mouth next.

"Is it true that you guys can last for hours during sex? How is that even possible? How come you don't last with me that long?" Joe asks making Val almost choke on her food. 

"We technically can...but it's courtesy of the strap and we take breaks and then go back and forth through the night until we can't anymore and...I have no problem lasting that long but you on the other hand..." Val sips her drink and Joe looks in complete shock. 

"If that's the case...why the hell are you dating men? Let alone me." Joe mutters that last part. 

"Because that's how bisexuality works, I like all genders...and what do you mean let alone you? You're the only guy I've been with that actually gives a fuck about getting me off every time we have sex." Val snorts. 

"Do you have one?" Joe asks as he eats. 

"A what?" She asks confused. 

"A...strap or whatever it is you guys call it." Joe clears his throat which made Val laugh at his awkwardness. 

"I think... I have my harness somewhere at my condo, as for the toy itself...I have to get a new one." Val nods. 

"I saw that they had strapless ones." Joe nods and Val does a double take towards him hearing that. 

"Have you...been researching lesbian stuff!?" Val says rather loudly and clearly embarrassing Joe seeing his face turn a light shade of pink. 

"And by researching I know it's just porn." Val teases him. 

"No. I've actually been on educational websites for your information. I was wondering about the stereotypes. " Joe defends himself. Val thought it was actually very cute that Joe was educating himself about stuff. Most men would just ask when the threesome was happening and call it day.  

"Can I ask if you have a preference? Like do you prefer having sex with women or more with men?" Joe asks. 

"Overall, I say that I wouldn't. But there's certain things that I appreciate about both that's different." Val admits. 

"Like what?" 

"Well with girls I like the softness of it, the foreplay is usually on another level and the after care is really nice too. Plus there's a different sense of comfortability with women knowing they have the same parts as I do and know how are bodies are naturally. Also it's a plus that they're more on top of stuff like their status and there's no risk of pregnancy. " Val says and Joe nods. 

"And with men?" Joe asks seeming to be nervous to ask about it. 

"Well, my prior experiences with men were all college guys so I'm not gonna go there but with you specifically... I like how strong you are with me and assertive you are. Also getting to actually...feel you inside me is something I can only experience with women to a certain extent. Plus moans from any gender are hot but the list goes on for both, I just like what I like. There's really no competition here, we at least between you and any other woman because I've heard of plenty hook up stories from Gen with guys"  Val shrugs making Joe chuckle.

"Thank you for talking to me about this stuff...I know it's weird of me to ask this stuff." Joe says sheepishly. 

"Like I said before, if it's in good faith and you're being genuine...I don't have anything to hide. I appreciate you being respectful about it and not with stereotypical things like other guys would probably do." Val smiles.

 They both finish their meal and start paying attention to the movie that was already a good chunk through it. They eat their ice creams after finishing the dinner, Val still thinking of her dad and family, still figuring out how to navigate this situation from here. 

"You can take my room... I'll sleep in the guest room. Give you some space." Joe says as they clean up the mess of food in the living room and take it to the trash in the kitchen. 

"Oh you don't have to." Val shakes her head. 

"It's not up for discussion, I'll finish up here. You should go get some rest." Joe smiles and Val just nods. Even though it wasn't even 9PM yet, she did feel exhausted after the news she had received today. 

"Thanks, I'll uh see you in the morning...goodnight." Val says giving Joe a small smile which eh returns. 

"Goodnight." 

Val head upstairs grabbing her phone and goes into Joe's room. She uses the bathroom quickly and gets into the comfortable bed when there was a small knock on the door as it opened. 

"Thought you'd like some water." Joe says bringing her a water bottle and setting it on the nightstand. Val thanks him and he goes to leave when she grabs his hand and stops him in his tracks. 

"Stay...please." She says softly and Joe gives her a look of sadness and pity before he gently nods. 

"Let me just turn off the hall light." He says squeezing her hand. Val nods letting go of him. Coming back into the room, Joe this time around doesn't say anything about Val being on his side of the bed and just turns off the light and gets in bed next to her. Val cuddles up to him inhaling his familiar comforting scent that she loved so much and Joe places a few kisses on her head as he slowly and gently rubs her back as she lets sleep take over, feeling fully comforted and cared for by the person who has her heart.

A/N: That was heavy chapter! But BF Joe showed up 👀

[randomvarious]

Today's mix:

Nite:Life 04 by Terry Farley 2001 House / Deep House / Tribal House

Well, this probably isn't the greatest commercial mix that legendary house producer-remixer-and-DJ-extraordinaire Terry Farley ever made, but it's still a decent one. Farley was an integral cog in developing Britain's acid house scene into a total fervor during the mid-to-late 80s. He co-launched a fanzine called Boy's Own with the late, great Andrew Weatherall and others, co-hosted and DJ'd at events by that same name, and also co-founded the Boy's Own record label too. And then in 1992, he co-founded the Junior Boy's Own label as well, which ended up with both Underworld and the Chemical Brothers on its roster. And then when you think about how important *those* groups are in particular to the growth and popularity of electronic music writ large, and know that they wouldn't have sprouted up if not for acid house catching fire in the UK in the first place, you realize just how indispensable someone like Terry Farley is when it comes to literally all of this.

But ultimately, I think the thing that mars this mix more than anything else is that Terry really seemed to be partial at the time to these super deep and moody tunes that featured hushed-tone spoken-word monologues from rugged-voiced dudes and I just think a lot of that stuff, especially in retrospect, is pretty damn corny. All you have to do is press play on this mix to get an immediate taste of what I'm talking about here. And then that same voice returns on the "Tom Middleton Cosmos Vocal" mix of The Path's "Praying" too, with sets of lines like the following:

I'm prayin' I'm prayin' for the black I'm prayin' I'm prayin' for the white I'm prayin' I'm prayin' for the straight I'm prayin' I'm prayin' for the gay I'm prayin' I'm prayin' for everybody I'm prayin' I'm prayin' for all the freaks, in the big, dark rooms I'm prayin' I'm prayin' for the children of house

Now, had these super generic lyrics been sung in some sort of way, rather than just delivered in a deep monotone, we may have been able to just overlook their Derek Zoolanderish simplicity and keyed in on the melody instead. But we can't, and as a result, this song and others like it just feel very lame almost a quarter-century later 😒.

But despite all of that, Farley still brought some pretty sweet bangers to this set. "Musica De La Celva," by Hipp-E & Tony (Hipp-E is from the duo of H-Foundation, who mixed the prior installment in this Nite:Life series that I posted about yesterday), has this beeping stab in it that you may not realize is actually a sax at first, until that little note proceeds to expand further into phrases, and then has another bit of sax introduced afterwards to complement it all too. Quite nifty track construction there 👍.

And then for the closer, we get some of that good ol' 90s garage house-disco flavor from longtime diva Linda Clifford, with the Ralphi Rosario mix of her "Changin," which I'm sure particularly lit up a whole bunch of gay dancefloors when it was out and thriving all the way back in 2000. Feels like a really lovely, blissful dance anthem, but it's very different from the much darker mood that coats the entirety of the rest of this mix 🤷‍♂️.

So, given his legacy, I think I was expecting a bit more from Terry Farley here, but even the best don't always end up delivering all the goods that you necessarily seek (see: Paul Oakenfold). Still, though, this thing is definitely solid regardless.

Listen to the full mix here.

And for more on Boy's Own and Junior Boy's Own, check out this dope retrospective that looks back on some of their output from 1988 to 1998, as well as a few tracks that inspired Terry Farley and his pals to start all their ventures in the first place.

Highlights:

Bernard Leon Howard III feat. 80 - "Mars Carter" Hipp-E & Tony - "Musica De La Celva" Datar - "B (Danny's Space Terrace Mix)" Linda Clifford - "Changin (Ralphie Rosario Mix)"

[unproduciblesmackdown]

that libretto including an author's note that either i've seen prior or something very similar to it where it's so emphatically like "Begging you to not do anything Ironic Style, portray the characters in earnest, no Winking Nudging 'haha i know it's weird & funny. i'm in on it btw' it doesn't work if you do this but it'll ft. comedy anyways if you don't"

AUTHORS’ NOTE There are many ways to stage this show. A cast of ten is possible (see the New York credits), as is a cast of one hundred and ten. A spare set is fine; an elaborate set can work, too. Intense blood effects, no blood at all — it’s up to your taste and your budget. However, there is only one sure way to play this material — truthfully. BAT BOY is not a satire or a parody of musicals, though it presents skewed versions of familiar themes. And while BAT BOY is certainly meant to be enormous fun for the audience, to make that fun happen the artists interpreting the work must approach it with the same dedication and commitment they would apply to any tragedy. We have seen some interpretations of BAT BOY fail utterly because the interpreters chose to have too much of their own fun with it, or took a “metatheatrical” approach — a term we don’t fully understand but apparently means the actors stand outside the material and comment on it — or tried to cram in too many of their own jokes, pratfalls and other silliness. We’ve learned this the hard way: There is enough within this script and score to keep you busy. Adding too many extra bits or “metatheatrics” — again, we don’t really know what that is, but you shouldn’t do it — will undermine your performance and diminish the audience’s enjoyment of the play. These characters do not know they’re funny. Their desires and fears are a matter of life or death to them. Please, never nudge the audience in the ribs or wink at them; the audience prefers to decide for themselves whether to laugh or cry. If you play these characters sincerely and truthfully and to the hilt, you’ll get plenty of laughs, and you’ll get much more. Keythe Farley Brian Flemming Laurence O’Keefe

beloved Best Available Comfort & Joy that is Best in no small part b/c there's no like [sitcom laugh track] energy at any point, there's that complete earnestness to obvious Intensity at appropriate times from the characters, no "extra" layer of humor that wouldn't make sense for the characters, but without instead demanding Gravitas / No Comedy either as the only way to Tell the audience that there's anything here to take seriously....the audience prefers to decide for themselves whether to laugh or cry

also happened to think of this quite recently when reading a mentalfloss oral history of the weekly world news, origin of bat boy (though with pretty limited overlapping details b/w the Lore(tm) in wwn & the musical, basically: half bat child discovered in west virginia caves is biting you), where at the end people were insisting that the sweet spot they landed of "some people understood it straightforwardly as comedy / a kind of protosatirical publication (the onion precursor style), some people took it straightforwardly as ostensible fact, both, neither" & were attributing the success to always Just Going With It, treating it as though it Was real, or at least Could Be, & Not getting metatheatrical / winking nudging

[minijenn]

Have you heard the early Shrek recordings with Shrek’s played by Chris Farley? If so, you think he would’ve been great as Shrek?

I have heard a little of it. I think he did an ok job, but idk, Mike Myers putting on a scottish accent is just sort of perfect for Shrek? He also can bring a certain softness to the role that I'm not so sure Farley would have. No disrespect to the guy, of course, but I think Myers makes a pretty good Shrek, all things considered.

[toribookworm22]

Happy Blorbo Blursday! Which of your OCs can handle spicy food?

--@oh-no-another-idea

Hey, love! Thanks for the ask!

So, in all honesty, I'm pretty sure that most of my characters CAN'T handle spicy foods. Whether due to where/the culture they're from or due to what the world looks like.

But Angie Farley from my aro polyam story definitely can. Not only does her mom cook spicy stuff a lot, it's just a part of her character not to back down.

[skyerana]

Bert. Bert no. He's your friend Bert.

[kharmii]

So let me get this straight, you hate trans people and believe them to be pervs and make a mockery out of LGBT people but ship something gay, obsess over 'weird kinks' you don't like worse than any anti I have ever seen in my life yet ship incest, and insult neurodivergent people. Yeah wow, I sure do wonder why everyone avoids you. Well at least checking this blog inspired me to make more trans Volo content, so thanks for that.

How is it you notice I'm being shunned if there's not a clique of you? Anyway........Yay! Another hate post where I get to vent about stuff in reply! You know what....I'll bet people shun me because this fandom is a lot smaller than I assumed. There might have been a whole ton of people jumping on the Submas Train when PLA first came out, but after a year and a half, most of the hardcore fans who stuck with it this long are all either antis or furries into stupid kinks. I'd be willing to bet a paycheck that most of the people into trainwreck also have blankship side-accounts, and that's why other content creators never gave my shiddy trainwreck drawings a 'like' out of pity. They're all mad I made jokes about gross, hairy werewolves with vaginas because there are srsly (secret blankshippers) people in this fandom into that. (I srsly found someone's fat furry spice hoard on Twitter. Tread with care! X-D & D-: Oh, and look! LOOK!!! 'PROSHIPPERS DNI' on their profile! The best antis are into that kind of shit, but don't you ship something that is morally wrong in the context of irl, yo!)

AGAIN, WHAT PERCENTAGE OF ANTI-SHIPPERS ARE VILE TWO-DICK COCKVORE FURRY FETISHESTS, AND WHY AM I CONSIDERED A HYPOCRIT BUT NOT THEM!?

How about this trainwreckshipping head canon? Volo gets to wake up every morning to wet chili farts in bed because Emmet is a huge, gross fat fucking dog-furry with a vagina who is extra hairy because that's the aesthetic the social justice warriors are trying to push as the new norm. I'm not an anti for hating that shit. It's gross, and I loathe it when people take a beautiful or aesthetically pleasing character and make them ugly and gross. Antis have moral objections to certain content, especially incest and pedophilia, which people frown upon irl. Maybe I should think it's morally wrong to take something beautiful and turn it into something that makes me want to throw up in my mouth a bit. Hey! Let's make a new norm where everybody is gorilla hairy with huge floppy ranga tiddies, and they have a womb routed in their asses, and they smell weird and are self-induced chemically insane!

Trans Volo content, you say? That's another thing. There's a big wide world of people who allow themselves to enjoy content without having to inject the trendy posturing into it. They're probably the majority but are afraid to speak out because, like trans and leftists are likely to do overall, a small vocal majority hijack fandom spaces and act as everybody agrees with them. If I want to ship female Volo, there's a perfectly good Cynthia. I hate that 'Volo is Cynthia' head canon, especially coming from that person who does the interracial ship where Volo always looks like a drug-addict piece of trash. Why do Volo dirty like that? He's a clean, fresh-faced pretty guy, and that's why the protag was supposed to be so surprised when he betrayed them at the end. He's fun! He smiles at you constantly! He doesn't mope around with pouty lips. Make a skeevy dirtbag oc if that's what you are into, and ffs, Cynthia is strong female representation. Men have to pose as fake women to take away from us in athletics irl; don't take away our bad-ass champion in fantasy too.

No transfemale can hope to look like Cynthia irl unless they put like $100K worth of work into it. Most of them look like Chris Farley playing the van down by the river guy, but with stringy long hair. Taking hormones a person has no business taking makes them enormously fat most of the time. -And btw, I don't hate trans people; I feel sorry for them because society is tricking people into fucking themselves up....because it's trendy, yo!

Last point: IDC if people shun me. It has no bearing on my ability to produce content, and I will continue to crank stuff out for as long as I stay with (x) hyper fixation, which could be for years.

[wanderingmind867]

My Rant against SNL: Part 2

Seasons 7-10 seem like some of the best years SNL had. Their cast was great. Eddie Murphy, Joe Piscopo, Christine Ebersole (who has a beautiful singing voice and starred as White Diamond in Steven Universe), Tim Kazurinsky, Billy Crystal and Martin Short (who seems very funny, from what I've seen of him). I've seen a best of Eddie Murphy compilation, and it made me realize just how funny he's always been. I also saw one episode of season 10, and I loved it. Harry Shearer, Martin Short, Billy Crystal, etc. It was truly an all star cast. Makes me all the more angry when Lorne Michaels comes back and fires them.

Once Lorne comes back, It seems like he at least stayed semi-okay in the beginning. Sure, Terry Sweeney and Danitra Vance seem to have only played stereotypes, but at least some of the others were fun. I've liked Jon Lovitz in some other stuff, and Randy Quaid is funny sometimes (I like him in those vacation films).

Seasons 12-15 or so seem okay too. At least they seem to be one of the most sober casts. I don't think any of them did drugs, but it's hard for me to say definitively. But at least they sound more sober, and that's good for me. Phil Hartman, Jon Lovitz, Jan Hooks, Mike Myers, etc. They all at least seem entertaining. I like Jon Lovitz and Phil Hartman from their roles on The Simpsons, and Mike Myers was in Shrek (and I liked most of those). Not much to say since I haven't seen these seasons, but they sound okay.

The 1990s sound like a return to the drug added mess of the 70s, however. And that's not a good thing. I read a whole New Yorker magazine article on it once, and it's really tainted my view of the era. Comedians like Adam Sandler, Chris Farley, and the others can be funny, but in moderation. Also, I hate Rob Schneider. Stupid vaccine denialist. Shows you just how lax Lorne Michaels was when it came to hiring people. There was still some good from this era (as said, their performers could be good in moderation), but it seems like a return to the hit or miss days of the 1970s.

I'm going to save my views on Mid to Late 90s SNL for Part Two, however. This is mostly so that I can cut Part One off before it stretches into the long and unreadable territory that I fear we're fast approaching.

Part 2: SNL of the 2000s I've not seen much of SNL in the Late 90s. But it seems like their cast was at least okay. Will Ferrell has had a bunch of funny films, and Molly Shannon is good in her guest role on Bob's Burgers. I don't have too much experience with a lot of the other cast members, however. Still, they seem okay. My Dad liked Norm Macdonald, but I don't have much of an opinion on him. Point is, at least a good chunk of the people here went on to do bigger and better things later in life.

I can't speak much about the 2000s as I know so little about them when it comes to SNL. Still, at least some cast members from back then seem funny. Not all of them, but some of them.

Now, let's talk about the 2010s. Let's discuss the cast members, and how some of them were funny and some just don't seem super entertaining. Kenan Thompson has always seemed pretty funny, and Bill Hader has done some decent stuff outside of SNL (like his guest part in Bob's Burgers, for one example). Jason Sudeikis is good in some things, although I never watched Ted Lasso or nothing.

[slowtraincumming]

hello how r u today? just read ur intro n wow weve very similar music taste! ^^

r yellowjackets wasps? omg hope ur alright now

don't reckon if i answered to the other ask, sorry, so ill answer now

st is an alternative story of b&j from trhps (always by richard o brien). while in trhps they get married and go tell dr scott but they end up at fnf's castle instead, here it is implied they made it, they never met fnf, they got married n live together but theyre not so close anymore so they take part in a tv show where a group of neurosurgeons has to perform a shock treatment on brad to make him feel luv 4 janet again, while she becomes a self-centred spoiled diva bc.. idk.. -.-'' but in reality its all fake, the docs r just actors n the shock treatment is just the flash of a camera, n in the end we find out its brads evil twin bro (a showbiz magnate, names fay farley sth like that) who planned everything, he wanted to marry j instead so with a strategy he made b his prisoner, paid actors to act as docs n made a diva out of j cos he wanted her all 4 himself (like biff n lorraine from bttf1-2)

then cant reckon theres bert the tv host who is said to be blind but hes not, just uses shades as filter bc tv n spotlights f*k ur mind, actors crew n audience always stay there never go out, its like the truman show n he uses glasses for not to be blinded, n if I'm not wrong he wants to help j escape, he remember he goes to tell her but one if the docs (pat queen my deeear pretty sure it was she!) "catches him red-handed". But then they break berts shades during the main performance (best performance best part n best scene imo) n blind him with a flashlight they say to cure his blindness but after that i guess hes englobed in the falsity of tv shows in fact in the end b&j n find a way to escape n save themselves n Bert remains there :'c i ship bert n janet since day one bc there's chemistry theyre always together touching smiling dancing hugging theyre a very nice duo ^^ i guess the actress actually liked him but he didn't care bc he was depressed bc his then wife wanted to divorce, read somewhere he phoned her between the takes to tell her to think about it but cant remember where its been a long time i was in high school now i finished university havent watched the movie in a lifetime ^^' it was on yt now idk

st is a nice movie but trhps is way better is pure perfection 1 of my fave musicals ^^

sorry 4 the long mex luv talk w u + when im anxious n stuff i talk talk talk -.-'' sorry hope i didnt bother u

HIIIII I'm doing good how are you :D yayyyy that makes me very happy !!! Yes they are thank you

Wow that's really interesting I might watch it sometime I had no idea they were connected thats so cool thank you for telling me about it

Thays alright I love talking !!! And I do the same when I'm anxious. You're not bothering me in the slightest I really enjoyed getting this message !!!

[plumbobusuninterruptus]

Whoever on the phone: Hello, Gilbert? Yeah, I have some really bad news, your son fell off a mountain. It was Cary. Your youngest, yes. No I don't know why he was up there. Well, sorry about that, bye.

What's weird here is that's 2 generations in a row (where possible) that the youngest kid that grew up in the legacy house has died first. Eulalie didn't last too long after moving out. Hell, I'm pretty sure she was around to see her niece born. Cary and Farley had the childhood buds relationship because Farley was still young when Cary moved out with his boyfriend Ivano to go live with him in Father Winter's house.

So right after Norma Mae gets divorced from the father of all 3 of her children, her baby brother dies.

[germananon]

I'm sure you already know Unsichtbare Männer and EllyArrow's general work. The SistersBerlin instagram account used to also post john quotes sometimes, that could help! And I can dig out the quotes from the German john study if you think it'd help. I don't go on john forums etc myself because it makes me want to set myself on fire, so I can't contribute personally. Also, feel free to reach out to Sisters e.V. or the Bündnis Nordisches Modell some way, there would definitely be at least a few women who can and want to help in either! BNM is a bit of a mixed bag as far as the orgs involved are concerned, but the women actually active in the umbrella org are pretty cool for the most part. Also check out the DIAKA, not sure whether they would help (they're a bit academic and also very busy) but they should have useful info! As for studies, everything Melissa Farley has at PRE! Both john studies and prostituted women studies, across countries. Some even factor in porn consumption. I made a shit ton of "Prostitution ist Gewalt" stickers some years ago, red background, white text. A plan I had but didn't do yet was "Konsens ist nicht käuflich" - once you publish the website openly, I might make that one with a link to it at the bottom, or you could use the idea, either's good with me. And I've wanted to put that one Rachel Moran quote on stickers, the one about if you see a starving woman, the right thing to put in her mouth is food and not your dick, but it might be a bit long. Ones I've seen and liked were also "Freier sind keine Genossen, Zuhälter gehören erschossen" and "porn is rape on tape".

as most of you know, my focus lies heavily on exposing and opposing the sex industry especially here in germany where it‘s legal.

so i have had an idea for some actual activism that i would like to share and i would very much appreciate advise, tips, criticism and maybe even participation!

the idea is as follows:

collect impactful quotes from sex buyers (there are enough online forums), sex industry survivors (from documentaries and interviews), and maybe porn titles and comments from porn consumers (even though i fear you would have to actually visit pornhub and such for that)

set up a website where all the quotes are sorted and linked to the original source

add further information on the website like statistics, documentaries and studies (info material)

print stickers with a catchy design with the most compelling/appalling (in this case) quotes and the link/qr code to the website

put stickers all over german cities; i would put a contact option on the website so activists from other german cities can order them (for free) and upload the design so others can print them themselves

what do you think about this? please feel free to reblog or dm me with useful links or other contributions! if youre a german feminist, maybe you know a group who would support this or you know how to do this most efficiently.