carrie the assistant


At the Russian Court (2/?)  R U S S I A N    I M P E R I A L    W E D D I N G 

It had been a tradition since the 19th century that every brides of the Russian Imperial family would wear the same jewels on their wedding day.

The imperial nuptial jewels consisted of the imperial nuptial crown, created in 1840 by the jewellers Nickol and Plincke, using diamonds set in the great girdle of the time of Catherine the Great. The diamond tiara of the Empress Elizabeth Alexeievna with at his center the Paul I pink diamond. The collier d’esclave, a total weight of 475 old carats, some of the diamonds have a blue or pink tint, producing an enchanting effect. Diamond earrings in the form of cherries that belonged to Catherine the Great. These earrings were so heavy that they had to be supported with wires looped around the top of the ears, as the day wore on, the wire cut into the flesh, causing Alexandra much pain. Her niece Maria recalled on her wedding day :My earrings hurt me so that in the middle of the banquet I took them off and hung them, to the great amusement of the Emperor [Nicholas II], on the edge of the glass of water before me.“  

 And the great clasp of Catherine the Great’s imperial mantle.They also wore a mantle of crimson velvet. Except for the wedding of Alexandra, as a concession to her rank as bride of the emperor, her imperial mantle was of cloth-of-gold, lined and edged with ermine. These robes were so heavy that eight pages - four on each side - and the chamberlain, carrying the hem, had to help carry them; without their assistance, Alexandra could scarely move.
Their hair were swept back and coiled into a bun at the back of their heads, by tradition two ringlets hung down on either side of their faces. 

“These were, first, the diadem of the Empress Catherine, with a pink diamond of extraordinary beauty in the centre and the small crimson velvet crown all covered with diamonds.  Then came the diamond necklace of large stones, the bracelets, and the earrings in the shape of cherries, so heavy that they had to be attached to gold hoops and ringed over the ears. […] Finally, they laid upon my shoulders the crimson mantle of velvet, with cape and edges of ermine, fastened by an immense [diamond] buckle.  Someone helped me to rise.  I was ready.”  Grand Duchess Maria Pavlovna

A witness on the wedding of Alexandra recalled : "How beautiful she is! That expression followed her all along her path, and it is true that her appearance was positively magnificent as she stood there in her bridal array of silver cloth… Her unusual height helped her to bear the weight of her dress and set off its splendor in its best light.”  This imposing yet formidable ensemble dazzled everyone and was a formidable mirror of the pomp and splendour of the Russian court.

Sources : The Jewels of the Romanovs : Family and Court by Stefano Papi || The Court of the last Tsar by Greg King.

Witchy EDC

Originally posted by thewitchystuff

An EDC, short for Everyday Carry, is a set of items you carry around every day to assist you with your common problems, as well as emergency situations. These usually include, for normal people, flashlights, knives, wallets, smartphones and multitools.

But we’re witches and that means that the span of “common problems” and “emergency situations” we might encounter is a bit more… peculiar. This is why if one wants to be a fully, personally prepared witch, their EDC should contain some more items than the usual ‘muggle’ one.

This kit idea is different from a portable altar/witch kit in the sense that it is not designed to be your complete resource in a mobile, compact form, as many closeted witches treat their portable supplies, but rather a help set for times when you don’t have time or place to tackle stuff in a more elaborate way. A kind of set that allows you to perform a vast variety of spells from types of magic you might want to do on a daily basis,

Here’s a couple items you might want to carry around in your EDC if you’re a witch, grouped by use:


  • tealight candles/birthday candles
  • lighter/matches
  • marker pen
  • knife
  • reference copies of your most commonly used sigils (if you can’t draw them from memory)
  • clear quartz
  • basil
  • pieces of paper/sticky notes (for writing incantations or sigils down)


  • salt packets
  • acorns
  • bay leaves
  • black salt/charcoal tablets (charcoal tablets will come in handy if you have tummy problems, too)
  • rosemary (if you get rosemary essential oil, it can also be used to de-congest your nose and improve mental focus!)


  • amber
  • ground garlic (also useful to spice your food up ;))
  • mint (also useful for tummy aches)
  • chamomile
  • green aventurine/jade
  • carnelian


  • glamoured lip-balm/lipstick with your common blessing (courage, charm etc.)
  • lavender
  • thyme
  • tiger’s eye
  • Peacekeeper’s powder


  • rose quartz
  • sodalite
  • amethyst
  • orange peels (dried)
  • chocolate


The herbs can be carried in packets made from plastic straws or as teabags, which you can brew to make an instant potion or tear to have the dried herb itself available. 


“We are at a lap dance. It’s a celebrity lap dance, which is where celebrities of all shapes and ages sign autographs for cash prices. It’s sort of like going to a strip club, except they don’t stuff cash in your underwear. But that’s… kind of it. […] They love [Leia] and I’m her custodian, and I’m as close as you’re gonna get. She’s me and I’m her.” – Carrie Fisher

“So this is one of those things we go to… at least once a month. Kind of a mini Comic-Con. Carrie resisted these lap dances for years. But… it’s amazing. You see these thousands of people behind me? They line up in 9 in the morning, they’ll stay here until 9 o’clock at night just to have two seconds with Carrie.” – Carrie’s assistant

I have learned something absolutely terrifying about salt firing, which I had to share with you for the EU ceramics department.
The byproduct fumes of a salt firing will eat the paint off a car.
So a longstanding deal with some Gentry with the self preservation to understand the implications, that the wind is always just right during firings, that the fumes never get blown over the school, the wind carries it up and away(assisted by a chimney so tall it /shouldn’t/ be stable), where it can’t fall in invisible toxic clouds over student and Gentry alike. The ceramics department might be well protected and beholden to their own strange gods of mud and fire, but I can’t imagine the Gentry being so proud as to refuse to protect themselves when the other party is willing to cooperate.


anonymous asked:

hey! what are your top 5 favorite klaine fics?

We’ve created an entire tag that has all of my all time favorite Klaine fics - HERE and since you’re making me choose 5…  ENJOY!

Everyday by WhatIknew

A few days after their 2nd wedding anniversary, Kurt is in an accident and falls into a coma. Blaine struggles with the decision to let him go, and the night before they’re set to pull the plug, Kurt wakes up. One problem: He thinks it’s 2008 and that he is 14 years old. No New Directions, no Finn and Carole, and no Blaine. Blaine helps Kurt try to remember his old life while they consider starting a new one.

Where There’s Smoke by Stoney

Fireman AU, set 7 years after graduation. Kurt is Kurt, except that he never met Blaine Anderson. Blaine grew up in Brooklyn with his mother and firefighter father. Rachel and Kurt have graduated NYADA, Kurt gained a Masters from Tisch, and now they’re in their first post-college apartment together ready to tackle their dreams. Unfortunately, Rachel never learned how to properly cook and almost sets their new house on fire. Enter Dreamy McFirepants. (has several one shot sequels to it as well)

The Crema Verse by @twobirdsonesong

Kurt’s just landed a job at Vogue as Carrie Bradshaw’s assistant. One of his tasks is to bring her coffee in the morning. Enter Blaine, the barista. This is the story of how they change each other’s lives.

Snapshots by @borogroves

August 27, 2044. They say a picture paints a thousand words… and Kurt and Blaine have a whole scrapbook.

Headway Verse by @blaineydevon

Snapshots of Kurt and Blaine’s life together, unconditionally loving each other despite dealing with lifelong consequences of a traumatic brain injury.

  • Winter: God, my back is so sore. I really shouldn't have-
  • Ironwood: Been fooling around with Qrow at work? No kidding.
  • Winter:, I shouldn't have been carrying all those crates without assistance. I haven't even seen Qrow all day. Even if I did, I would... escort him off the premises rather than indulge him in any manner
  • Ironwood: Really? You haven't seen him?
  • Winter: No.
  • Ironwood: ...Then why did I hear him grunting from inside your office?
  • Winter: Wait, what did the grunts sound like?
  • Ironwood: Like he was in excruciating pain.
  • Winter: Oh, thank god. Don't worry, that's just my ringtone.
Laid Bare

Summary:  Agent Belle French’s employers believe that small town businessman Rumford Gold is more then he appears and is actually the notorious Spinning Wheel Thief a menace that’s caused trouble for years.  Belle is inclined to agree with them; until she slips into the cover of Lacey Avonlea, a stripper working at his club the Golden Thread.  Her mission demands she get close enough to prove his guilt, but her heart tells her he’s innocent.

Rating: NC-17

AN:  Written for May 2017′s @a-monthly-rumbelling smutty prompt: strip club.  A big thank you to @still-searching47 for listening to me complain while I wrote and to @handwithquill for helping me during the planning process.  You’re both wonderful!  This is a prompt verse, if anyone would like to see more just let me know!

Personally, if given a choice, Belle would not have chosen to go undercover as a stripper; but she hadn’t been given a choice, she’d been given an order.  That’s how she found herself in a dimly lit room on stage, undulating her half naked body in front of far too many eyes for her liking. At least the business she was in wasn’t anything like the images that were conjured up when someone said the words strip club.  It was high end, clean, safe, with almost as many bouncers as there were girls and the bar served some of the most expensive alcohol Belle had ever seen.

That made sense though; it was after all the place where all of Rumford Gold’s ill-gotten gains were laundered through.  A dingy dive wouldn’t have been a realistic cover for the kind of money he made stealing and trading in the fine art and jewels he was able to pilfer.  Belle silently stared out into the crowed as she danced.  Her eyes never left her employer/target as he did his business in his personal booth; the sultry look on her face hiding the swirling thoughts plaguing her mind.

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A Bride for Negan

Summary: For Ash’s Round 3 Negan Challenge, this fills in the Wedding Dress slot. Carrie is loyal to Ezekiel, but to keep the peace between the Kingdom and the Sanctuary, she offers her hand in marriage to Negan – who gleefully accepts.

Word Count:   5753

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Negan x F!OC

Warnings: Foul Language, Sexual Imagery and Language, Negan being Himself as Always, Smut, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Choking, Hair-Pulling, Anal Sex

Author’s Note: This is a one-shot.

Author: @genevievedarcygranger

Tagging: just for those that I think would be interested @purplemuse89 @backseat-negan @ladylorelitany @ofdragonsanddreams16 @alyisdead @collette04 @noodlecupcakes @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @i-am-negan-trash @asshatry

Carrie’s marriage to Negan was a tense affair. The whole marriage idea itself was … unusual to say the least.

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It Hurts (Jumin × MC)

Everyday I go to the same coffee shop just to admire one person, and that person is Jumin Han. I’ve never once spoken to him. Held a gaze with him…. nothing…. but I’m going to change that!

I grab my coffee in a hurry and quickly sit down by him before my mind can process what I am doing and try to stop me. I sit there quietly clutching my cup with my face flushed. He doesn’t speak at all he waits patiently for me to do so.

I stick my hand out really quickly towards him.
“My name is (y/n)! And I saw you sitting by myself! Not myself yourself! And I wanted to keep you company!” I say ducking my head. He grabs my hand timidly.
“Jumin, Jumin Han,” he says smoothly.
“Hello Jumin,” I say smiling up at him. We keep small talk for the rest of the morning.
“It is time for me to go to work now, see ya.”
“Wait I saw grabbing his suit jacket lightly careful not to wrinkle it.
"Can I… Can I have your number?” I ask shyly. He gives me his personal business card and walks out.
I squeal while I look at the card holding it close to myself.
The following weeks I continue to sit with Jumin every morning while we sit and drank coffee talking about work. One morning we were talking and he got a call he just stepped right outside the shop I could still hear is conversation.
“Assistant Kang. She is here again,” he says squeezing the bridge of his nose.
“ You know how I feel about girls who but throw themselves at me.” He groans.
“Find a new opening in my schedule for my coffee breaks, goodbye Assistant Kang,” he says hanging up and walking back in.
“God works stressful,” he says sitting back down.
I keep my gaze locked on my hands in my lap. I’m biting my lip to try and hold the tears back.
He’s never once enjoyed having coffee with me… or hanging out with me catching up on things. None of that only I have. I’ve only been a burden.

I get up keeping my head down because I know my face is burning from holding my tears back.
“Thank you for having coffee with me Mr. Han… I’m Sorry to take your precious time away…” I say bowing and leaving.

The next day I decide to go on my lunch break for Jumin could be left alone for the morning.
●●●●●●JUMIN’S P.O.V.●●●●●●
I’m on the phone Assistant Kang as I walk towards the coffee house. Around Lunch I had asked assistant Kang to change my time for I could avoid that girl. It’s not like I hate her or anything I just don’t like girls who throw themselves at me. I’m walking towards the coffee shop when I see her exit with a small bag of carry away.
“Shit Assistant Kang he comes at this hour too I need a different one.”
She walks closer to me her hands playing with themselves as she walks straight past me!?

I quickly turn around; “is she not going to greet me?” I say to Jaehee.
“I thought you wanted that Mr. Han.” Jaehee says.
“I did… didn’t I,”
●●●●●● MC’S P.O.V.●●●●●●
I exit the store and see Jumin out of the corner of my eye. I quickly walk past him without looking up. I could hear him talk to his Assistant over the phone about me. The whole reason I was not there in the morning was because he goes in the morning. But the more I think about he did tell his Assistant he wanted his hours changed. I wander around the streets for awhile while admiring the views. Before I knew it, it was dark I quickly head home and go to bed. Tomorrow I’m going out for drinks.

●●●●●●JUMIN’S P.O.V●●●●●●
I go there the next morning waiting for her to show I took the whole day off for I can see her again.
She never showed up. It was around 8 when the café turned into the bar and it was around that same time she showed up. She sat down at the bar and ordered a red glass of wine. Not long after the first guy approached her which she quickly shot down with ‘I want some alone time please leave.’ I smirk at her comment towards him. Multiple other men approach and she quickly turns them all down.

While I’m looking at her and her conversations with all these guys I realize how truly beautiful she is. Her ling brown hair and a body that looks fragile. Another guy approaches her and she gives the same spill, but he pushes on. He grabs her long hair and touches it gently. She quickly tries to gather it back but he tanks her forward. I quickly set down my drink and stand up and walk over. He Is touching her thigh and pulling her hair.
“Let go…” She says pleading.
“What if I don’t wanna?” He says kissing her ear lobe.
“I'l l kill you,” out to g my hand between them.
“Jumin…” She says looking up at me.
I shoot the guy a glare and he scurrie’ s off.
She quickly jumps up and bows in front of me.
“Im so sorry! I did not know you come at this hour. I did my best to give you your days back but I keep running into you. My deepest apologies! I won’t bother you anymore,” she says walking out towards the door.

“Wait!” I say following after her.
“Why are you avoiding me?” I ask.
“Because that’s what you wanted,” she says hugging herself in the brisk cold night. I drape my jacket over her.
“When did I ever tell you that,” I say.
“I heard you talking over the phone with you assistant twice talking about, so I took the liberty of not coming in the mornings for you can enjoy your breakfast,” She says looking downward.
“That was before I fell for you,” I say blushing slightly.
“I waited all day for you today for I could tell you this. I didn’t realize it until you started ignoring me. I started to ache for your attention and that’s when I found out I developed feelings for you,” I say slowly making sure she understood every word.
She quickly hugs my torso. I stiffle a laugh at how short she was compared to me. She looks up at me pouting.
“Don’t laugh me,” she says cutely.
“You’re so cute,” I say which causes her to blush bright red.
“Can I kiss you?” I ask leaning down towards her.
“You don’t have to ask that… Baka,” she says gripping the front of my shirt and pulling her self upward slightly to meet my lips. We pull apart and and she looks up at me blushing, and her eyes filled with lust.
“God you are gonna be the death of me!” I groan as I lean my head on her shoulder.
“I like you MC,” I say playing with the ends of her hair as I hug her.
“I like you too Jumin,” she smiles.


Day 6 of Adrinette Month is Modeling! Adrien struggles through his day modeling for his father, while Marinette follows his orders as part of her internship under M. Agreste. Unfortunately, a model goes missing from the shoot, and they need an emergency stand in.

Additional note: Here is the music I listened to while writing this chapter, in case you’re into that.

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Chapter 7


Tossing the piece of chocolate in my mouth, I noticed Kai look at me like I had done something wrong. I wasn’t in the mood for his remarks, I just wanted to eat my dark chocolate bar in peace honestly.

I was about to bite into it until I looked up and he was still staring at me. I sucked my teeth, “What?” He chuckled.

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Bite into it from the side. You weird.” He laughed, as I rolled my eyes. I guess he noticed my attitude because he had stopped laughing.

“You on ya period?” I nodded.

“You need something grumpy old troll?” I can’t wait til he’s not in the mood one day, I’m gonna bother the shit out of him.

“Yea for you to get out my face cracking

lame jokes.” He laughed and grabbed his keys checked his pocket for his money.

“I’ll just go to the store and get you something, difficult ass.” I nodded and had the urge to hug him because he knew deep down I needed something no matter if I didn’t want to say it or not. My Kaibear.

“I’ll be back. I love you.” He said as he came over to me and bent down and hovered over me to give me a kiss.

“I love you too.” I kissed him back, holding his arm cause I actually didn’t want him to go. Don’t forget I hated staying home alone.

“Yea you better say that shit back.” He smiled as he tried to get up but I had a good grip on his arm.

“Rob let go, you too grown to be scared to stay at home by yourself. You wanna come?” He asked as I sighed. I’d rather just stay, it was too hot out anyways.

“I’m out.”

Since Kai went to the store, I decided to just go back up to his room and lay down. I was about to turn on the TV until I heard his phone ringing. He’d never leave it her, this must’ve been his personal phone.

Picking it up, I was about to answer until the person finally stopped calling. The person was his assistant.

He didn’t tell me he had an assistant….

Furrowing my eyebrows, I unlocked his phone and went straight to their messages, reading their most recent conversation.

Kai: you wasn’t  even there on time bro gone on with that shit

Assistant🤞🏾: you didn’t tell me what time to be there stupid! Maybe if you were organized, things could’ve went differently. I thought maybe you’d take tips from me being your assistant, being as though I MAKE SURE everything is done correctly, organized, all that but you’re still the same dumbass that I met from when we were kids.

Kai: fuck you

Assistant🤞🏾: you know what? Kaiden fuck you too because you ain’t shit honestly.

Kai: word? you ain’t shit, if I wasn’t for me you wouldn’t even have a fucking job kayla be humble.

Assistant🤞🏾: … why are we arguing Kai, Kaila hated that.

Kai: I’m sorry, I got carried away 🙄

Assistant 🤞🏾: Kai.. I wanna have another family again ❤️

Kai: man you drunk? chill out with that

Assistant🤞🏾: I miss not having Kaila around.. I get lonely Kai :( I think it’s about that time

Kai: First of all, I told you bout my girl and second, I ain’t trying to go back down that road again. I told you how I felt about having another kid so why you acting brand new?

Assistant: 🙄 you still stuck on that trick? She could never be me, Kai. I’m your first love, you’re just with her to get over me but we all know you can’t so why be difficult? Why would you keep me around all these years if you didn’t wanna let me go?

Kai: bro what

I didn’t read the rest because Kai had finally showed up. He felt around his pockets and was about to speak until he seen his phone in my hands.

“Why would your stupid ass leave your phone here if you knew you had secrets?” He gave me a confused look.

“Fuck you talking bout?” He caught an attitude. They’re the worst.

“Kai there’s no need to lie, you’re caught.” I stated calmly with my arms crossed.

“Caught how? I leave for 2 seconds to get you some snacks and you accusing me of shit, chill.”

“Really, that’s where you came from? Cause you just asked her where was she.” I spat as I threw him his phone.

“Bro why you going through my shit like you don’t trust me? I don’t go through ya damn phone.”

“It’s not about that, Kai! Who is she?”

“Man what the fuck the contact name say?”

I looked at him like he was stupid, ready to go off but I just nodded. “I’m out.” I grabbed my purse as I tried to leave but his foot long ass stood in front of the door.

He obviously didn’t want to tell me anything because he wasn’t explaining. He was just standing there looking dumb. I could honestly just go home and lay in my bed right now.

“Kai move, seriously.”

“Nah bro, I ain’t bout to let you leave thinking I’m out here cheating on you. You ain’t even let me explain.”

“You’re not trying to explain you keep catching this dumb ass attitude, get out my face!” I pushed him hard enough to stop him from blocking the door. He stumbled a bit but caught his balance.

“Fine bro fuck it, do you.” He said as he moved out of the way and went the opposite direction. As I left his house, tears were threatening to leave my eyes.

As I walked to my car, I heard his front door slam.


“What’s wrong with you?” Odell asked as he answered the door. I didn’t say a word, but my water works just seemed to come at the right time.

“Aw shit Robyn, what happened?” He asked as he pulled me into the house and closed the door behind him. I shook my head no, because I didn’t want to tell him. After my last boyfriend, he’d literally be ready to kill Kai if I told him what happened. Even if it was over something small.

“Can we talk about it tomorrow?” I asked him as he sighed before nodding. I didn’t want to get him all worked up.

I went over to Jaylen’s house. He’d probably be too damn high to notice I was crying. As soon as he answered the door, his question slapped me in the face.

“Who made you cry?” He asked as he stepped aside to let me in. The look on his face was serious.


“hUH? Don’t play wit me Robyn.” He mimicked me as I sighed and held his hand. He squeezed mines to let me know that I could tell him.

“Kai-” That’s all he needed to hear before he stood up and grabbed my keys.

“What? Jaylen no! Sit down and let me finish!” I tugged at his arm, making a pouring face because it always did the trick for him.

“Aight so what he do? He hit you?” I knew if he knew Kai even laid a finger on me, he’d pay him a visit. It wouldn’t even be half as bad if O did though. So I guess I could tell him.

“No.. I was going through his phone and this number saved under assistant called him. Keep in mind he talks to me about working literally all the time but he never mentioned having an assistant. So I read their messages, and basically she’s his baby’s mom which I find weird. Like obviously something going on behind my back if he couldn’t just tell me that. Plus he lied to me and told me he was going to the store when we went to meet up with her. What if he’s cheating on me Jaylen?” He sucked his teeth.

“Then that’s his loss. Don’t be over here crying over that dumb ass nigga, you fuckin’ too pretty for allat’ shit. Pick ya head up.” He told me as he grabbed my chin so I could look at him. Why was he being so sweet and cute?

“Don’t stress about it, aight?” I nodded and took in his words.

“Now get up so I can take you out to have fun.”


I kept looking down at my phone to see if there were any notifications from Kaiden. Eventually, Jaylen had to take it from me and stuff it into his pockets. I pouted and folded my arms while he continued to drive to wherever we were about to go to have “fun”. Between working on these designs for what seemed like all my damn life, and Kai having me in my feelings, there was nothing more that I needed than to be with this goofball on a Saturday night.

“Ain’t no thinkin’ about that nigga when you with me.” his jaw clenched and he bobbed his head to his ratchet rap that blared through the speakers. I know the fact that he felt like he couldn’t defend me was killing him. I love Kai and some feelings for Jaylen never left and if anything were to happen to any one of them, it would be a lose-lose situation and I would feel shittier than I feel right now. Seeing Jaylen with the Robbie Rotten bitch at the house did it for me, now I’m the jealous one and that’s a damn shame.

“Whatchu thinkin’ about, you good?” Jaylen asked patting my thigh assuringly while we were stalled at a traffic light. He had to ask me that very same question about three times a minute. I just nodded and played with my nails since I didn’t have my phone.

“Don’t let this nigga alter you like that. You usually bouncing off the fuckin’ walls, happiest person I know, dawg.” he poked at my cheeks until I smirked.

“I just…I don’t know.” the tears threatened to come back, Jaylen wiped them before they appeared.

“Breathe, talk to me.” this was a long ass stop light. I finally looked up and saw that we were in the parking lot of Sky Zone. Parked car conversations are actually fire.

“I felt like I jumped into a relationship with him too fast, whatever he told me was brief and short. Ya’ll niggas really just don’t care who ya’ll hurt anymore, huh?”

“I, personally wouldn’t hurt you like that.” he started and I shot him a look. “Again…” he laughed and I smiled, genuinely for the first time in a few hours.

“There’s a difference though. I’m tryna prove to you that I deserve another chance. Nigga ain’t call you once since you left. If my girl was as fine as you and I’m in the wrong, I’m huntin’ her shit down. He did that shit, guilty as fuck.”

“Bias as fuck. You don’t even like him.”

“Can’t stand him. Now bring yo ass before the snotty ass kids get dibs on the foam pit.” he clicked my seatbelt off and hopped out, coming around to open my door.

“It’s Jaylen and Rob. No wild thoughts about this nigga, Kalvin. And if you correct me, I'ma beat yo ass.” I smiled and followed him as he led the way into the building.


When we left, I felt like I had a concussion because of how many times Jaylen threw me into the pit and jumped on top of me. His skinny ass real life felt like a pile of remotes. I managed to sweat my hairstyle out, my voice was hoarse from screaming but Jaylen achieved what he set for us to do, have fun.

“We ain’t done.” he mumbled, running his fingers through his curls. Something I used to love doing.

“I got shit to do in the morning.” I said. I actually had to find models to wear the clothes from my line.

“I'ma getchu home at a decent hour, I’m just tryna chill wit’ you, is that cool?” I shrugged while blushing. These old feelings were creepin’ and I didn’t try to downplay it.

To end the night on a nice note, we went to the movie theaters. Jaylen’s petty ass could ruin anything though. “Since you miss ya bum ass dude, I'ma take you to see his relatives.” I furrowed my eyebrows and laughed loudly when he showed me the tickets to War for the Planet of the Apes.

“You’re really just not shit, Jaylen.” I laughed, wiping my eyes.

“I got you smiling now, don’t I?” he held his hand out and I held it. We spent maybe twenty dollars at the food stand before we headed into the theater.


“Yo, you enjoying this shit?” he mumbled lowly. We sat in the back row, deep in the shadows even when we were the only people in here. I actually liked the movie, the graphics were bomb.

“It’s okay.” I said simply, eating some Sour Skittles from the palm of my hand.

“I’m bored. I need to be high to watch some shit like this.”

“You picked the damn movie, Jaylen.” I grumbled.

“Let’s be out. Fuck the fifteen dollars, it ain’t worth it.” he whined and I continued watching the movie.

“Rob, getcho ass up.”

“Make me.” I mumbled, not even remembering that Jaylen loved challenges. He picked me up from my seat and put me on his lap.

“I can’t see the movie! Caesar!” I yelled the main character’s name and we both started dying laughing.

“Shut yo crack head ass up. Relax on me real quick.” he got serious and I looked down at him. He tried his best to make me forget about what happened earlier and he succeeded. This wasn’t asshole Jaylen that I met when he picked me up, this was the Jaylen that told me about his mother and past relationships. He flicked his own switch whenever he wanted to, I see.

“I was joking, let’s leave if you want to, Jay. You are my Uber.”

“Fuck off.” he held me and buried his face in my chest. It was just a hug but it was also making me wet as hell. I had so much going through my mind but none of it actually came out of my mouth and just like before, I found myself coming on to him again.

I held his face and connected our lips. It caught him off guard and he asked me if I was really sure about kissing him before he participated. Issa full fledge kissing fight now and none of us intended to stop.

My feelings got me fucked up…


“Shit.” I cursed to myself as my phone fell on my face. I don’t know why I had it so close like I was blind or something.

“Let’s play 21 questions.” Kayla spoke as she looked over at me. We been chilling here all day, just fucking around. Over the last few days that we been chillin’, I realized that she’s actually a down ass female. Her personality was dope and we had a lot of shit in common.

“Girl we ain’t 12.”

“Ain’t nothing else to do.” She was right. It was late at night and everything was closed.

“Aight.. fine. Spill.”

“Um… what’s your favorite color?”

“Red. So is you a virgin?”

I was being funny cause I knew she’d get mad. I don’t know why girls hate that. Niggas wanna know.

“Wow, I don’t wanna play anymore. Fuck boy at his finest.” She said with a laugh. I was far from a fuck boy, I kept it real 24/7. I don’t tell bitches what they wanna hear, I tell them the truth.

“Girl ple-” I was cut off by the sound of my front door opening. Stepping out of the kitchen, I noticed Robyn looking around for me. I thought I was getting robbed.

“Wassup? What you need?” I greeted her as I pulled her into a hug.

After seeing her cry yesterday, it fucked me up a bit. Robyn was always smiling or laughing, so seeing her cry really had a nigga tight. She lucky I got love for her, because I was 2 seconds away from pulling up on Kalvin.

“I wanted you to look at these new pieces I just finished. Your opinion actually helps.” She smiled excitedly. I honestly enjoyed looking at her hard work, cause I know I couldn’t sew for shit. It’s so much talent here in this world that it’s crazy. Rob has a gift foreal.

The way she wore that hopeful look on her face once she asks for my opinion is cute as shit. Whenever she tried something on, she would always be extra and act like she was on a runway or some shit. But shit if it ain’t extra, it ain’t Robyn. Everybody knows that shit.

“I’ll be there, but I got company right now so hold up.” I walked in the kitchen and grabbed my phone. I started to feel bad cause I knew Kayla was always complaining about how lonely she was.

“Aye.. Kayla. I’m bout to go help my homie wit some shit next door. You mind waiting for a few minutes?” I could tell by the look on her face she was disappointed.

“That’s okay, I’ll just go back home.” She started to grab her purse. She flipped her long jet back Pocahontas hair, and started to walk away. Damn she was bad.

“Nah bro just stay, I promise I’ll be back quick.” I assured her as her bright smile finally crept up on her face. She was the prettiest blasian I’ve ever seen.

She nodded and looked at Robyn before going back into the kitchen.

“Hoe.” I heard Robyn mumble as we made it next door to her place. I smirked and shook my head. The way she was mugging Kayla, Stevie Wonder could see that she was jealous.

As we started going up the stairs, I couldn’t help but admire the way her butt was sitting in her dress. Not trying to be on no corny shit but Rob was thicker than a bowl of oatmeal.

I don’t see how she was letting Kai hit it and not me. I bet that nigga don’t even be knowing how to handle her.

“Stop looking at my booty.”

“Why you didn’t let me go first then?” You literally couldn’t pass on her shit. Like if you were to walk by her, you would have to look.

“I’ll keep that in mind next time, I’m just anxious to show you.” She smiled as she pushed me down on her bed. I feel like she did that on purpose because she knew it would turn me on.

“Stay there, I’ll be back.” She assured me as she ran to her walk in closet. I laid back on her bed, and patiently waited for her to come out and model for me. She was gone take forever but I wasn’t doing shit anyways.

The door opened, and I quickly sat up so I wouldn’t miss anything. She came out of her closet, showing off her blush pink latex materialized dress as if it was made for her. It literally fit like a glove and she looked too damn good.

“So… what you think?” She said before turning the music off and doing a full 360 spin.

“It looks good on you ba- I mean Robyn. The color goes hella good on ya skin, and it fit just right. Spin around one mo’ time.” I was just using that as an excuse to look at her ass again. Damn.

“Yea, I love it.” I winked at her as she giggled like a little kid. She pretended to walk off the imaginary runway and back into the closet. Once she was done, she came out in a mini black dress. Fuck was she going?

“Ok, that’s all I needed you for. I have to go in a few minutes.” She said as she stood in front of me so I could help her zip her dress. I was used to it now, she always calls me over for simple shit like this. I didn’t mind at all though. Sometimes I would be excited as hell just to zip up her damn dress. Her presence was that effective.

“I’ll be at home if you need me. Be careful when you leave.” I hugged her as she nodded and started to look around for something. I guess I could leave now.

When I got back downstairs, I seen Odell sitting on the couch with Winter’s manly ass. Once he noticed me he gave me this look. “Why you always be with my sister so much?” He paused the TV. Winter had an ugly ass smirk on her face.

“What? We cool.” He smacked his lips. He acting like I’m out here having sexual relations with her.

“Why you lying?”

“Lie for what? That’s all there is to it. Why you tripping over it? You ain’t give that nigga Kalvin a hard time.”

“Cause I know how you be when it comes to girls, and my sister ain’t one of them hoes you fuck with.”

“Man I ain’t trying to hear all that shit O, I’m out.” I chucked up the duces as I walked back next door to my place. He was tripping foreal. I don’t even treat females bad.


I was hella bored because Kayla had left. She had to go run some errands of some shit. Even though I just came from spending time with Robyn, I ain’t care. Moments with her were never boring so why not chill with her for the rest of the night? We could watch scary movies or some shit. It was funny whenever she had a death grip on me arm whenever some scary shit was about to happen.

I looked down at my phone and realized she ain’t call back from when I called her a few hours ago. I knew she was here cause I seen her purse on the counter. She must be knocked out.

Walking up to her room, I noticed that it was hella dark and she usually had the light on cause her scary as was afraid of the dark. Opening the door, I heard her soft moans which made me smirk. I know she wasn’t playing with herself.

When I flicked the lights on, I realized that she was on top of Kevin. My smirk was instantly wiped off of my face. I wish I could unsee this shit.

When she noticed the light was on, she turned around and panicked. “Shit! Jaylen give me a minute!” She said as she tried to cover herself with the sheets. I wasn’t even mad, that was her nigga.

But how you gone come to me crying and shit about how he cheated? She even kissed me herself.  I really don’t understand females.

“Nah, you good. Continue..” I forced a smile before shutting the door and leaving. I guess I’ll just go read a fucking book or something.

As soon as I got in my living room, I felt my phone vibrate. When I checked the screen, it was only a text from Robyn.

Robyn🌸: Jaylen 😫 I’m sorry, I didn’t see your call.

Me: it’s cool, it ain’t like we together so it ain’t my place to be feeling some type of way. That’s y'all business.

Robyn🌸: he didn’t cheat, he explained everything to me.

Me: yea aight. Have a good night Robyn

I sent the text before turning my phone off and tossing it to the side. I’m not even gone lie, that shit killed my mood but I’ll get over it. I could care less about her getting back with Kalvin, I just hate that she acts hella shady when she’s around him. Like I called her hours ago, I know they ain’t been fuckin’ that long. It’s like she puts him before anybody else whenever she around him and that’s that fake shit I be talking bout. Fuck it though, I’ll let her do her.

I was hella bored and the only person I knew that would be awake at this time of the night was O. I guess I’ll go over there even though he almost made me rock his shit earlier.

Once I locked up my place, I walked through O’s front door like I lived here. I technically did. I come over more than I stay at home.

Once I was in, I noticed it was mad dark and it smelled like vanilla. There was a few candles lit and some soft Marvin Gaye playing in the background. “Damn what y'all in here doing?” I cut the lights on and blew the candles out. Odell and Winter were sitting on the couch with a half drunken bottle of Alize.

“Can you lock your door next time? He’s always ruining stuff. Getting sick of him.” I heard Winter suck her teeth.

“Y'all don’t need to be doing that unholy stuff anyways. I came just in time.” I laughed as I squeezed my way in between them on the couch. Luckily they were fully clothed.

“You seriously need to get you some friends.” She rolled her eyes as she scooted further away on the couch. She really couldn’t stand me and it was funnier every time I saw her.

“Honestly.” Odell mumbled as I waved him off.

“You is my friend. My best friend.” I told her as I started to make kissing noises in her ear. I knew she was ready to go off any minute now. Before she could even get a word out, I heard Robyn’s voice.

“I thought I was your best friend..” I looked up at her coming down the stairs in her silk purple robe with her jet black hair pulled into a low ponytail. I wasn’t even trying to fool with her right now.

“I think the fuck not.” I mumbled under my breath as I got up to go in the kitchen to grab a water bottle. Now she wanted to talk to me since Kenny left? People funny as shit.

When I closed the fridge, she was right there. I sighed before speaking. “What?” She blew air out of her cheeks. It was hella awkward.

“You’re not going to say anything?”

“What you want me to say?” I took a sip of my water. On queue, her nigga started to walk in the kitchen before standing behind her. Was I supposed to leave?

“I’m bout to go, come walk me out.” He kissed her as she nodded. Hell naw.

“Nigga is you 5? She ain’t gotta walk you out. You a grown ass man.” I chuckled, sitting my water down. I felt like starting some shit just for the fun of it. Even though I wasn’t trying to mess with Rob right now, I wasn’t bout to have her out here looking like this nigga’s puppy. I need to talk to her about that shit.

He stopped walking and turned around to face me.

“My nigga, I’m done going back and forth wit you. What you tryna’ do?”

“God.. Kai stop!” Robyn tugged at his arm but he was still standing there mad as hell while I had the biggest smile on my face.

“Yea Kalvin, you heard her.” I laughed as he looked at me one last time before nodding. Him and Robyn proceeded to leave

“I was hoping he’d beat Jaylen’s ass.” I heard Winter suck her teeth. Never in that nigga’s dreams could he touch me. He just had the opportunity to. He had plenty.

A few minutes later, Robyn came back to the kitchen with an angry face.

Time for me to go.


Beyoncè ministered to a bitch while she sipped her Moscato…alone on a Saturday night. Mine struck me right in my feelings as soon as the beginning notes began. A lone tear fell and slid down the slope of my cheek. Kaiden really thought I was just tryna be malicious and break up his “happy” relationship, when in all reality, I just wanted him to stop downplaying the significance of my presence in his life. We met young, grew up together, and expressed our love for each other in anyway we could. Our baby girl was the evidence of that; not only did I attempt to be a great mother and girlfriend for Kaiden and Kaila, I sacrificed a lot of my time for visiting him in jail, visiting him in the hospital, and attending court even though most times, I was his accomplice.

I was really out here looking like Tiny. You could hold a nigga down for so long but once you make the slightest mistake (losing our baby) that I couldn’t even control; you become a dub, you become a distraction, you’ve never proven yourself worthy to be loved, and that’s all bullshit.

“Been having conversations about breakups and separations.

I’m not feeling myself since the baby, are we gunna even make it?”

Biiiitch, if that wasn’t prophecy, I don’t know what was. I rolled my eyes when my phone vibrated next to me, interrupting my Waiting To Exhale moment and picked it up, hoping I wouldn’t see Kai’s name on my lock screen. Luckily, it was Jaylen’s tardy ass. The day BEEN over with and he thought I was gunna wait up for him and answer whenever the fuck he texted? Because that’s exactly what I was gunna do.

Jaylen: U still up for that game of 21 questions?

Something so simple made me grin so wide. God could remove a nigga from your life and replace him like nothing in record timing and I’m living for it.

Me: Yeah, come thru

About a minute later, a round of knocks were place against my door. Was his dumb ass already outside? When I didn’t answer quick enough, he began to knock louder, this time it sounded like the Grindin’ beat by the Clipse. I shook my head and smiled, unlocking my door. He stood tall with a few board games and snacks in one hand and a some alcohol in the other.

“Wassup?” he kissed the top of my hair and smiled like a goof before letting himself in.

“Hey, you know what time it is?” I asked.

“Yeah, about two.” he mumbled, opening the game of Trouble and helping himself to the kitchen to pop the cork on the bottle.

“It’s prime booty call hours.”

“Nah, a nigga just don’t be sleep. I won’t do you like some side. Well, ain’t no side because I ain’t got no main.”

I raised my eyebrows and flashed back to the gorgeous hoe with the stank ass attitude that popped up at his crib earlier. Homegirl wasn’t too happy about my presence.

“Shorty that came through earlier?” I asked and he smirked.

“Nah, bestfriend shit. She got a man, I was feeling her but- yo, you got some glasses for this?”

He cut himself off and I laughed to myself. Niggas weren’t the slightest bit of shit. I saw how he looked at her and how she looked at him.

“Top cupboard.”

“I know you got niggas coming through, short ass can barely reach paint in the store.”

I laughed loudly and fanned him off. “Hurry so we can play.”

He obliged and soon we were buzzed and playing 21 questions on the floor, in the middle of my living room. He laid against my chest and I played with his silky ass hair. I teased him and he told me he wasn’t fully black, he was right on the cusp of being both black and white. That raised suspicion for me, we’ve been cool for a little bit and I still barely knew him.

“What about your parents?” I asked and he shrugged out of my embrace to stand up.

“It’s late as a bitch, I should probably-” he began and I stopped him, pulling his long ass arm back down. It’s like he had a wall built up for his emotions.

“Story for story.” I saw the look of fear and color drained from his face. He was more than the funny asshole. He had substance and shit bottled up inside of him. We all do.

“I'ma be brief but, you ever love someone so much and you did them some wrong only to wake up a few days later and they become nothing but a faint memory?” That really hit home.

I played with my chain and looked down at the locket attached with Kaila’s picture in it.

I sobbed softly and he held me in his arms.

“Shit, I’m sorry. She ya sister or something?”


“You good?” he asked getting me some paper towels. I shook my head.

“I miss her so much and the person who I thought I could trust with my life, I can’t even trust him with my fucking car keys.”

“Fuck whoever that dumb ass nigga is. I’ll be here to support you, you got my number, Kay. I'ma pick up everyime, unless I’m drunk, that’s another story.”

“Thank you.” I laughed softly while he wiped my eyes. It was then that I realized that my feelings for Jaylen were more serious than I let myself believe. He could easily just become who I put all of my attention to.

Kai who?

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There’s something special about the way a knife with a wood grain handle looks and feels when it’s in your hand. It’s a classy and timeless look you don’t get with the trendy metal and polymer handles that you see on other knives. And unlike most knife handle materials, wood grain only gets better with age. Wooden handled knives like this can be more than just a tool in your EDC. You might even treasure one enough to pass down like an heirloom. In this guide, we’ve put together this list of our favorite knives with wooden handles, ranging from classic traditional knives to modern tools with an organic touch.

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Opinel No. 8

While the Opinel may be simple, it’s a great way to get an excellent wood grain knife in your hands. This sharp knife has a bubinga wood handle that’s a step up from the standard handle. Bubinga is a pinkish-red hardwood from Central Africa that darkens with age.

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Victorinox Swiss Army EvoWood

Seeing a Swiss Army knife without its traditional red design can feel a bit strange, I’ll admit. But the ergonomic walnut wood handle on the EvoWood does not look out of place at all. And with 19 different functions tucked into such a small package, you’ll find a use for it wherever you go.

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Buck “The 55”

Buck’s had a lot of experience making beautiful traditional wood grain knives. The 55 is a smaller, lighter, and slimmer take on the venerable 110 folding hunter knife. It has a solid lockback folding mechanism and a sharp 420HC clip point blade. Like its larger cousin, it also sports a gorgeous American walnut handle.

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LionSteel Opera

This knife is a marriage of design tenets of both the past and the present. The LionSteel Opera boasts a pretty olive wood handle, a classic gent’s lockback design, and a modern D2 steel drop point blade. It’s also available with a darker cocobolo wood handle, if you prefer that.

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The burled wood handles on the CRKT M4-02W give it a lively character that you don’t find on most wood grain knives. It’s a unique finish achieved from a tree that’s undergone some stress during its life. And if you find yourself in a bit of stress in carrying this knife, its Outburst assisted opening will help you out.

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Fallkniven P3G

The Fallkniven P3G combines modern 3G powder steel with an attractive cocobolo paneled handle. It’s a modern take on the traditional hunter’s everyday carry knife. The wood handle also helps prevent extending the lock on the knife too far and bending it out of sorts.

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Benchmade North Fork

The stabilized wood on the North Fork’s handle stands up to the elements better than regular wood. It retains the timeless and elegant looks, but with signature Benchmade design hallmarks. It sports a solid sub-3" S30V drop point blade that locks into place with an ambidextrous axis lock.

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Boker Plus Exskelibur II

The best way to pair the timeless class of a wood grain knife is to mate it with a stunning damascus steel blade. The Boker Plus Exskelibur II does just that. The 2.75" drop point blade is hollow ground and covered in the exquisite wave patterns of damascus steel. The ergonomic handle has dark cocobolo wood panels and comes with a titanium clip. This is more than an everyday carry knife; it’s a thing of beauty.

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Deejo Naked 37G

As its name implies, this slim and elegant 420HC steel knife weighs only 37 grams. It does this with a weight-efficient, skeletonized frame handle. The top has an attractive juniper wood embellishment. The bottom of the frame locks the knife into place.

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SOG Twitch II Rosewood

The Twitch II has a lightning-fast assisted opening and a great 2.65” AUS-8 blade. Now with a rosewood handle it’s got more of a classy gent’s character. The wood also offers a little more grip in your hands compared to the regular Twitch’s aluminum handle.

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What’s your favorite woodgrain handle EDC knife? Is it a more traditional style, or a modern design? Leave a comment below and let us know.

Retrograde - Part 11

dang i can’t believe how long this thing is getting. thanks for all your comments and messages! [read it on ao3 here.]

“Rhys! Rhys, c’mon babe, wake up!”

Rhys groaned from where he was slumped overtop Jack on the floor, but still remained unconscious. Jack continued to shake Rhys’ shoulder, although the man showed no signs of rousing; he was bleeding from both his empty arm socket and neural port, and he looked even paler than usual.

“What do you want?” Jack growled, locking eyes with Vasquez, who now stood at the control panel with a disgustingly smug look on his face.

“How stupid do you think I am?” Vasquez asked, looking way too drunk on power.

“With a nickname like Wallethead?” Jack said, something fiery awakening inside of him. “Very.”

Vasquez glared, fiddling with a few switches on the control panel as Jack continued his futile attempt to wake Rhys.

“Honestly, Jack? I used to think of you as a genius, a hero,” Vasquez said, leering. “But now I see you’re just as pathetic as the rest of them.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi there! Thank you for continuing to contribute to this amazing fandom, even after all these years. My favorite fan fiction I've ever read is The Symphony Verse. Absolutely beautiful and major probs to that writer. Anyway, I was wondering if there was another amazing story you would recommend that is just as great as that one?!

That verse definitely on my all time favorite list! I highly recommend you check out that list. Here are a few that you cannot miss:

Everyday by WhatIknew

A few days after their 2nd wedding anniversary, Kurt is in an accident and falls into a coma. Blaine struggles with the decision to let him go, and the night before they’re set to pull the plug, Kurt wakes up. One problem: He thinks it’s 2008 and that he is 14 years old. No New Directions, no Finn and Carole, and no Blaine. Blaine helps Kurt try to remember his old life while they consider starting a new one.

Headway Verse by @blaineydevon

Snapshots of Kurt and Blaine’s life together, unconditionally loving each other despite dealing with lifelong consequences of a traumatic brain injury.

CREMA by @twobirdsonesong

Kurt’s just landed a job at Vogue as Carrie Bradshaw’s assistant. One of his tasks is to bring her coffee in the morning. Enter Blaine, the barista. This is the story of how they change each other’s lives.

Gramander Cute Nerd/Bad Boy AU

Right so, thinking of who would fill the position of the cute nerd, I bet some of you think Newt would be perfect for the role. Well, he is. But seriously, please consider Percival Graves as the cute nerd. He’s smart, hard-working, sharp, fully dedicated to his role as the prefect of the wampus house. He’s a bit hardcore at times, a pain in the ass in others and a terror 24/7 but he’s a total sweetie on the inside. He checks on the kids who come from a bad home life, make sure nobody touches his ‘kittens’ and can be counted to boost morale when the wampus house is doing bad in inter-house competitions. 

He’s not particularly thrilled with having Newt Scamander transfer to Ilvermony after being expelled from Hogwarts but he does highly recommended by Albus Dumbledore so there’s that. Except, he’s been trouble since his first day. Bringing in stray creatures, breaking rules, causing magical accidents where thankfully nobody has been hurt. Newt Scamander is an adorable accidental bad boy. Graves is grateful not to have the boy sorted into his house, the boy being sorted into Thunderbird, but he’s a headache for prefects of any house.

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Harold A. Marshall (February 10, 1918 – January 18, 2013) a Canadian Scout and Sniping Platoon Sergeant who served with the Calgary Highlanders’ Scout and Sniper Platoon.

Photo taken by Army photographer Ken Bell of the Canadian Army Film and Photo Unit near Fort de Brasschaet, Kapellen in Belgium on October 6 1944.

Marshall’s equipment includes a No. 4 Mk 1 (T) rifle, specially selected, tested and fitted with a sniper scope for sharp shooting. The sniper rifle was also fitted with a wooden cheek piece on the butt (visible on the photo). He also carries a kukri (presumably for assisting him in camouflaging his position) and a Mills grenade. The binoculars would be used by his number two man for spotting targets.
His jacket is a Denison smock, one of but a handful of camouflage garments issued to Canadian soldiers during the Second World War. The Denison was originally issued to paratroopers, but snipers and scouts also took them in to wear, and “official” modifications to the jacket for wear by snipers had been carried out by war’s end.

(Colorised by Benoit Vienne from France)