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Trouble in Canada

Request: “I’m your husband, it’s my job.”

a/n: I hope you enjoy this itty bitty 10 page writing that I’ve been working on for a few days now ! 😉 ALSO @whitechocolateperfection wanted some angst so I wrote some angst and I hope y’all enjoy and I’d love to know your thoughts!!!

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“I’ll see you at the next session?”

            You picked your head up from rummaging in your bag and smiled at Ethan, your cooking class instructor, “My husband might be back in town, but I’ll see,”

           Ethan nodded his head steadily.  After a while of looking at each other, you diverted your gaze down towards the wooden table.  You saw his tapping fingers slowly make their way towards your hand that was rested on the table.

           Quickly, you moved your hand, and placed your engagement and wedding ring back on your left hand.  You did’t like cooking with your rings on in fear that they could fall down the drain if you were washing your hands, “Uh, Thanks for the lesson, I’ll see you later.”

           You heard an audible sigh escape his lips, “See you next week, Mrs. Mendes.” 

           As fast as you could, you scurried out the door and saw your friend, Jessie, waiting for you outside.  She saw your flustered expression and smirked, “Looks like the teacher has a crush on the student.” 

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SO! I decided to do one of these too! I’m going on a 4 day weekend after thursday so please send some of these into my askbox! I’ll be finishing up the pallette requests and starting these during my small break!
Also feel free to reblog and play with these too! If you use these for reference without asks please tag me for credit!

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After 3 fantastic years, I’m finally leaving Japan to move back home in the next 2 months. I’m excited and nervous and all of those things, but looking forward to seeing what unfolds for me in 2017 and beyond.

So, while I’m packing up my life to leave, I’m having a 30% off sale on all my Ready to Ship items over on 10 Journeys, including the last remaining scarf, blankets (Soft Fruit & Wood) and rugs (Evening & Leaf). 

All these items are clearly labeled  in the Ready to Ship section and already discounted, so there’s no coupon code needed. Of course, made to order items are still available by selecting your colour and size preference, but the sale applies only to the Ready to Ship items in the run up to my big move out of Japan.

Check out the full collection and shop here on 10 Journeys on etsy, and please help me boost if you can :)

Thank you!

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hi im bagel and my favourite trope is “everybody loves and supports eridan”

((anyways happy eridan day!!!!))

Betty and Jughead: *start sleuthing around together*

Me: 

Originally posted by cohlc

Betty and Jughead: *are the perfect embodiment of the ray of sunshine/quiet loner trope*

Me:

Betty and Jughead: *are constantly sweet to and supportive of one another*

Me: 

I really didn’t mean for this to happen guys!?!?

Essays in Existentialism: Christmas

If you’re not to busy, Id love to see thanksgiving turn into a series. Jake definitely confronting Clarke before she leaves after thanksgiving because he knows she wasnt entirely truthful about hers & lexas relationship but he definitely approves of Lexa & he & Abby invite her back for Christmas & kinda force her into agreeing in that way parents do, without even consulting Clarke. & then getting to see their relationship grow through the different holidays. Christmas, New Years, Mardi Gras, etc

Previously on Thanksgiving

The salt kicked up in the traffic, through the slush of the dingy snow that remained on the highway while the fields and town itself was covered in the purest kind of precipitation that added to the picturesque feeling of the season. Yards were adorned with reindeer and santa’s and wishings for good tidings, while the town was wrapped up like a present, ribbons on street signs and wreaths on every door available. 

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(Headcanons: Hardison’s a trans man. Eliot’s genderqueer and uses they/them. Parker is agender and uses she/her, mostly because she always has and doesn’t care much).

It’s not a secret, but they don’t seem to know, so Alec doesn’t tell them.

Eliot Spencer, good ol’ country boy, and Parker, sometimes sweet, but always poking at things other people might know to leave alone. Sophie Devereaux who exploits any weakness because that’s her job, and Nate Ford, who might be a good guy but there’s a whole lot of ruthless under there, and, besides, good guy doesn’t mean tolerant.

No thank you. Alec’ll keep his business to himself.

His IDs are iron-clad anyways. No one ever has to know. No one but Nana, and if any fool thinks they can make Nana tell them shit, they’re in for a rude awakening. Nana’s proud of her trans kid, tells Alec she’s proud of his strength all the time. The old woman marches in Pride every year, marches for her trans son. But she wouldn’t give away shit about him to strangers.

He passes well, evidently. And he appreciates that, the kid inside him who got the shit beat out of him one too many times appreciates it. He won’t lie, not if they ask, but they’re not asking and Alec’s not telling.

It might change too many things.

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Eliot didn’t have words for what they felt until they were already past thirty. The words they knew were all slurs, thrown around in their hometown, in the military, in the mercenary groups they used to work with.

Eliot would have tried to explain it in long tripping sentences, except they never would have tried to explain it, because there was no one to say that to. Gender is confusing. They’re not sure what masculinity is except they’re expected to perform it. Sometimes it feels okay. Sometimes it feels wrong. Sometimes, they like the girly things, the things they’re absolutely supposed to hate, because they feel like it fits better.

(It was also well after thirty before Eliot understood that they’re not the only person in the world to see nothing wrong with long, well-cared for hair, soft makeup, and bloody combat boots and knuckles).

Eliot doesn’t breathe a word to their new crew, even if they’re pretty sure they understand the words now. This is personal, and crews aren’t for personal things. No one is, really. But the crew expects them to perform, so Eliot ditches the makeup and puts on the role.

Besides, words or no words, it’s confusing and the explanation following those words is still long. They wouldn’t understand.

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Parker doesn’t get why people care so much.

She used to watch families, whether she was living with them or not, and people really, really like rules. Parker likes rules too, but she likes rules that make sense, and rules that say you have to do this or that or be this or that based on how your body looks seem silly and unnecessary.

They show only two options, but Parker’s always liked option number three, always chosen it when at all possible, so she draws what feels right from both, makes some stuff up, and creates that option for herself.

So she’s Parker. Just Parker. People call her she or her, like she fits in one of those boxes, but Parker supposes they can’t call her by her name all the time and doesn’t know what else they would call her.

Parker wishes the team would get it, would stop expecting her to fit into one of those boxes, would understand, but then again, they’re regular people, and regular people never do.

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“Eliot!” Hardison calls, chasing the hitter down, who’s storming determinedly away. “Eliot, I…thank you. For punching him. For sticking up for me.”

Eliot does stop and turn at that. There’s blood on their knuckles still, and it’s not their own. It’s the blood of the bigoted asshole of a mark. Eliot probably shouldn’t have punched him, but they did anyways.

“I didn’t do it for you,” Eliot growls. “What the hell does that mean, sticking up for you? Why would I do it for you?”

“So…you did it for me?” Parker asks. They both turn, like she surprised them again.

Eliot’s brow furrows. “I did it for me,” they say, like the words are dragged out of them. “I should be used to hearing his shit and putting up with that shit but I did it anyways. There.”

“For you?” Hardison asks.

“Yeah, Hardison, I did it for my queer ass, happy now?”

Hardison blinks, then laughs. This, of course, does not engender the best reaction in Eliot, and Hardison’s smart enough to know it’ll cause problems.

“I’m not laughing at you,” he hurries to assure. “I’m…laughing at myself. That I didn’t tell you for so long because I was worried you’d react badly.”

“Tell me what, Hardison?” Eliot growls, clearly still a little hurt.

“I’m trans,” Hardison blurts. “I…yeah. I’m a trans man.”

Eliot stares for a few seconds. “Oh,” they say. They hesitate a few seconds longer. “I, uh. Sometimes I feel like a woman. I’m both. Definitely not just a guy. The word. It’s, uh. Genderqueer.”

“Thanks for telling me,” Hardison says, sincere as always.

“I don’t like either,” Parker adds, and they both turn to her. “I’m just…neither. I don’t care. They don’t matter to me.”

“Well, fuck me,” Eliot mutters. “We’re fuckin’ idiots.”

“Looks like it,” Hardison agrees. “Now, we can have a long talk about pronouns and what idiots we are over dinner, if you want.”

“Are you askin’ me to cook?” Eliot asks.

“Naw, thought I’d hit up a KFC, see what they have–” Hardison begins.

Eliot storms towards the kitchen, throwing a “fuck you, Hardison,” over their shoulder.

Parker and Hardison grin at each other. “We can plan jobs together now,” Parker says. “To steal from jerks like today.”

Hardison wraps an arm around her shoulders. “Like the way you think.”

i love summer and the ocean..i love the sun…i love the sound of waves against the shore.. i love how long the sun stays out… i love the feeling of sand between my toes and the wind at my back…i love crop tops, swimsuits and funny tans…i love sunglasses and sandals and floppy hats..i love fruity cool drinks under the shade…i love climbing on rocks and walking thru tidepools..im so grateful to be in socal..i am the daughter of the ocean its in my name i love summer and the ocean u have no idea 8)

compromised-by-castiel replied to your photo “At first I couldn’t figure out why the emails I’ve been getting lately…”

I always find it really interesting when stuff like that is legal Because if that happened where I lived, I could just keep the cookbook and tell them to fuck off and because it was sent to me unsolicited, I’d be in the right

Apparently it is here too: 

mageflower  replied to your photo “At first I couldn’t figure out why the emails I’ve been getting lately…”

demanding payment for merchandise you didn’t order is straight up illegal! http://abcnews.go.com/Business/CreativeConsumer/story?id=2532869 next time call the post office and let them know so you can then tell them to fuck off :)

That’s good to know! Though I suspect they were exploiting a loophole by invoicing me only if I kept the book – a letter included with the book said they would bill me if I kept it but otherwise I could return it. But then I’m out packaging and postage because the return postage was conveniently missing from the box, which itself was one of those ones designed not to work again after you’ve opened it (you have to rip off a tab, then the whole thing falls apart like some kind of goddamn magic box). 

At any rate, I suspect if I’d said I was keeping the book but would refuse to pay, they wouldn’t be in the legal right to invoice me but that wouldn’t stop them from putting me on a collections list and wrecking my credit. :/ 

I don’t know why the show or PBS allows the kind of marketing that ATK engages in. It reflects extremely poorly on PBS and makes me very avoidant of ever engaging with a show in a way that puts me on any kind of mailing list.

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H: “Happy Valentines day!”

F: “After Tantrum, how will I ever find love?”

H: “You’re still on that? Fishlegs, your thirteen!”

C: “Whatever, boys AND romance are dumb and not at all worth my time. I’m just gonna eat everyone’s chocolates and steal all the goodies.”

like many other human beings, I’ve been dealing with some depression issues that i don’t need to go into detail with. Id consider myself far from emotionally stable, though, not unstable enough to know support when i see it. Deactivating social media for a minute has nothing at all to do with popstars or dubstep tryhards. It was a kneejerk reaction to something i saw coming a long time ago. Also, nobodies business but my own.

id like to apologize to my fans and supporters for fucking off so abruptly, and leaving them out of the loop in terms of developments in my career and some small glimpes into my personal life…. ill resume that program for you. It’s the holidays, so ill slow things down until the new year, and chill out with friends and loved ones on vacation till the 17th or so.  Then it’s back into the new studio, where ill just keep being me, and making music.  

Once again,  sorry for being a dick to those who are fans and supporters.