#farri

[midnightcelebrities]

Anna Farris

[geryone]

Standing in the Forest of Being Alive, Katie Farris

[lexezombie]

Good morning! (it's 2am)

MORE GRAVITY FALLS SHENANIGANS! Mostly Bill now oops,,, Funfact: I have over 30 images of Cluhsandra now : )

bonus: shitty dancing Rosa <3

[emmyrosee]

Sunarin is a new dad. And he’s good at it.

He’s constantly hovering over his little boy, there’s no where in sight that the newborn is, that he isn’t right behind him.

And it’s good, that way. Rin’s always been able to keep his infant calm and from screaming, something he teases he’s also good at when it comes to you (he puts a fake pout on his face when you give him a playful smack on the back of his head), and in turn, you’re able to handle your domestics with minimal hassle. Rintaro loves his son, he’s so good with him and he’s so good at soothing him before he’s able to cry too much.

But then Rintaro goes back to practice. And you’re finally thrusted into your very own seventh circle.

You’re convinced your new little boy hates you. Clean and simple. The way he screams and cries is absolutely nothing short of constant, no matter the circumstance.

You put him down for a nap, he’s screaming, you try to feed him, he’s refusing to nurse, in the rare instance he does stop crying and you sit down on the couch, he wails once more, and you feel your sanity slip.

You’d cry yourself, if you had the time and mental strength. If you had time to think about it, you’d feel hurt at the idea that your infant likes Rin so much more than you, that he’s the only one who can soothe the baby and you’re the one he’s stuck with at home.

Lucky, for the both of you.

After the absolutely grueling day, you finally manage to make him stop crying, just in time for Rintaro to come home to the two of you- both exhausted and in shambles and covered in poop, but to you none the less.

He smiles the minute his eyes lay on your disheveled form, shrugging off his duffel bag making his way towards you. “Hey momma bear,” he hums, reaching out to hug you. “How’s my beautiful, sexy-“

“Back off,” you snap, watching Rin’s hand fly back as if you’ve bit him. “Your son just projectile shat on me, and I’m not in the mood for your flirts.”

You glare at your husband as he fights, with all his might, to not cackle at your tense words. “I-I’m sorry, he what?”

“I was changing him,” you snarl, your whipping the pack of baby wipes at him. “And I thought he had to fart, but instead, he fucking shit himself. Everywhere.”

Sharp eyes follow down the stain at the edge of your shirt, forcing back a snort once again with a grin, “everywhere?”

“Everywhere,” you growl. “And Rin, so help me God if you laugh I’m filing for divorce-“

“Hey hey, come on now,” he says softly, wrapping an arm around you. Despite not wanting to be touched, you can’t deny how good it feels to be back in his arms. “No need to throw around the ‘d-word,’ you know I was going to laugh regardless of what you say.”

“Asshole,” you growl, but any facade of true anger melts into one of tears, and Rin pulls away slightly to look at you in concern. “… he hates me, Rin.”

“No he doesn’t,” he promises, shushing you softly. “He adores you, you know that.”

“He won’t stop crying,” you wail. “And he wouldn’t eat, he wouldn’t sleep, I haven’t peed for nine hours, for gods sake he shit on me-“

“And that’s because he’s two months old, baby,” Rin says, kissing your pounding temple. “He’ll do that. For a pretty long time. That’s what babies do. They’re not really picky with that, they kinda hate everyone.”

“He doesn’t do that with you-“

Rin chuckles, “you just don’t happen to see it. You’re out and about being super mom, all I can do is hold the fort until you get home. And you don’t see the chaos he can cause, yeah?” When you say nothing, Rin nudges his nose against you. “He loves you, babe. He just doesn’t know it yet. And that’s okay.”

He plants a kiss to your head, his warm hand settling on your belly to rub soothing circles in- carefully avoiding the poop stain- and when he finally feels you melt against him, he smiles encouragingly and guides you back into the bedroom where your son lays on his back in the middle of the bed.

“Hey, lil’ dude,” he hums, laying on his side next to the baby, while you blink in exhaustion. “You makin’ mommy crazy?”

“Yes,” you whine, laying on the other side of the baby boy, who grunts and smacks his lips up at his father. Your eyes close in a feeble attempt to ward off the migraine that’s forming, but when you hear a soft “I’ve taught you well,” followed soon by a “pound it,” you scowl up at your husband, whose fist is balled and ready for a fist bump. But even you can’t fight the chuckle that breathes through your nose when a tiny, mitten clad hand knocks against Rintaro’s, an excited “yesss,” easing past your husband’s lips.

Green, sharpened eyes flick over to you, and he offers you a loving smile before re-lifting his fist to you and mouthing another “pound it,” directed at you this time. Your smile falls to a frown, and you whine an exasperated “no,” before pinching the bridge of your nose with your fingers. Instantly, a noise of distress comes from your son, and Suna clicks his tongue, “babe you’re making him upset, we need to pound it!”

Reluctantly, you lift your fist to bump against Rin’s, and he sighs happily as he looks down at your son, “and that’s how you were made, little man.”

You scowl and smack his hand, a playful “ow,” falling out of Rin’s mouth. You watch the hand you’d smacked rub soothing circles on your baby’s belly, his lips pressing small kisses against his chubby cheeks.

“Well, I’m proud that you are making mommy crazy,” he begins, resting his head against the bed to lay his forehead against his son, almost as if he’s recharging.

“But make sure to leave some chaos for me, okay?”

“I swear to God, Rintaro.”

[sosexycelebs]

[triflingshadows]

concept: amell/surana who has 0 sense of personal space after living in kinloch so long

[lascitasdelashoras]

Stanislao Farri, Passa il Giro, 1956

[lucytsukii]

Here they are in full :3

@rogdona @boiling-potato

[henk-heijmans]

Total eclipse, Bergonzano, Italy, 1961 - by Stanislao Farri (1924 - 2021), Italian

[mumblo-number-five]

Ana Farris

[the-hottest-band-tournament]

Round Six of The Hottest 80s Band Tournament

Queen

Defeated opponents: Green Day, Earth, Wind & Fire, The Psychedelic Furs, R.E.M., Duran Duran

Formed in: 1970

Genres: rock, glam-rock, hard rock, pop-rock, pop, disco

Lineup: Freddie Mercury- vocals 

Brian May- guitar 

John Deacon- bass 

Roger Taylor- drums 

Albums from the 80s: 

The Game (1980)

Hot Space (1982)

Flash Gordon (1982)

The Works (1984)

A Kind Of Magic (1986)

The Miracle (1989)

Propaganda: “HAVE YOU SEEEEN THEMMMM???? these men never lost their looks as they aged. smoking hot 20 somethings to smoking hot 40 somethings. in their own words, "we was glam" and "we were all stunning". all four had impeccable style choices 99% of the time, from leather jackets and wraps to monochrome to undone blazers and ties to brightly coloured /everything/. Deacon changed his hair style every few years and even in just tshirts and booty shorts, never missed. Roger had a sleazy mullet and sunglasses for what felt like forever, hot Persian dad, did not miss. Brian forgot how to fully button shirts. bell bottoms. same hair for 50 years. no misses. even after Freddie got sick and started wearing makeup and had to grow a beard to cover up, MAN NEVER FUCKIN MISSED. he was beautiful to the day he died. and thats not even touching on the leather daddy look from the early 80s.king shit. we love wrinkles and laugh lines in this gd house. if they don't sweep I’m blowing this whole website up we was glam”

“a few years back i was obsessed with these guys and i would find it hard to not have a crush on all of them. in the 80s especially Brian was GORGEOUS.. BEAUTIFUL”

INXS

Defeated opponents: .38 Special, The Beastie Boys, Poison, Van Halen, Talking Heads

Formed in: 1977

Genres: New wave, pub rock, dance-rock, funk rock, alternative rock

Lineup: Michael Hutchence– lead vocals, backing vocals

Andrew Farriss– keyboards, guitars

Tim Farriss– guitars

Kirk Pengilly– guitars, saxophone, backing vocals

Garry Gary Beers– bass, backing vocals

Jon Farriss– drums, percussion, backing vocals

Albums from the 80s:

INXS (1980)

Underneath the Colours (1981)

Shabooh Shoobah (1982)

Dekadance EP (1983 & 1984) (two completely different releases by the same name)

The Swing (1984)

Listen Like Thieves (1985)

Kick (1987)

Propaganda: Just got two words: Devil Inside.

Visual propaganda for Queen:

Visual propaganda for INXS:

[coloursteelsexappeal]

Paul Farris

[geryone]

Standing in the Forest of Being Alive, Katie Farris

[havingapoemwithyou]

why write love poetry in a burning world by Katie Farris

[sosexycelebs]

[triflingshadows]

im replaying origins here is ms. surana <3