#Industrial Locksmith

[paracosmicessence]

as someone who has been working at starbucks for three years i’m very upset that no one told me that because of the murder of sonic the hedgehog game people made an au where shadow is a starbucks barista

[neighborhoodlocksmithsf]

Industrial locksmith in San Francisco

We have devoted our time, energy, life and heart to providing impeccable customer service with quality work. Most locks are built to last and require no maintenance or repair. However, problems can occur, such as a frozen lock, a key stuck in the lock, or a problem with the lock. Here, Industrial locksmith in San Francisco can repair your locks or recommend new locks if your security has been severely damaged. They provide the best service. These locks are found on cars with standard locks or electronic transponders.

[tobesolonely]

harry brings y/n home a slice of strawberry shortcake from his boring business dinner, and he misses her a lot whenever she’s not around (bf!harry, 2.5k words)

warnings: smut

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Harry despises business dinners.

The incessant chatter of his manager and other industry folks was boring- the logistics side of his job always was- and whenever Y/N didn’t accompany him the time seemed to drag by insanely slow. He begged and begged for her to join him (even promised her they could leave the second it got to be too tiresome, he swore it) but he and Y/N both knew that wasn’t true. Harry’s attendance and opinion were much too important, almost non-negotiable, and he’d be among the last people to leave the dinner table. So, she declined (albeit very sweetly) to join him tonight. Harry promised to bring her back a slice of cake for dessert.

“Harry? You paying attention, man?” Jeff looks at Harry expectantly, along with three other bigwig people whose names he had already forgotten. He knew it was rude, but his mind was only half there whenever Y/N wasn’t around.

“What was tha’? Sorry mate,” Harry clears his throat and wraps his ringed hand around his glass, the condensation from his whiskey causing it to nearly escape his grip. He brings it up to his lips to take a small sip. “I’m a bit distracted.”

Jeff mumbles something under his breath about how he didn’t think he’d be so distracted if Y/N had joined them, but Harry chooses to ignore the comment and tune into what was happening so he didn’t embarrass himself in front of the people trying to make business deals with him anymore. He fakes interest like a pro, laughing whenever someone told a joke and good-naturedly throwing in a few of his own. His mother always taught him to be polite and engaged in his company, whether he wanted to be there or not.

When the last of the three important men at the table decide to call it a night Harry too pushed his chair back and stood from his seat at the head of the small rectangular table.

“I think ‘m gonna head home as well,” He slings his coat over his shoulder. “Gotta take Y/N this piece of cake I promised her, and all that.” Harry watches as Jeff stands and shrugs his own coat onto his shoulders.

“Just bring her next time, H,” Jeff shoots down the rest of his drink. “All you think about is her when she’s not around, anyway.”

Harry heats up in embarrassment at his manager’s observation but he knows it can’t be disputed. He sheepishly grins and promises to pay better attention at his next business dinner, but they both know that’s dependent on whether Y/N is at that one too.

His drive home is short and pleasant, filled with thoughts of Y/N and what she’s been doing all night to pass the time. She shared with him what she hoped to accomplish while he was out at dinner, but Harry also knew she had the tendency to scrap all her plans in favor of curling in front of the television to watch Forensic Files re-runs.

Harry jams the key in the door so roughly that for a moment he fears he won’t be able to get it out when it sticks a little bit. Luckily for him, it comes out after a few wiggles, and an embarrassing call to the locksmith is avoided.

”Yeah, hello? Could you come as soon as you can? I’ve gone and jammed my keys in the lock because I was too eager to see my girlfriend…”

“Harry? Is that you?”

Harry smiles to himself. She always asked the same question every time he came home as if it could be anyone else. As if it would be anyone else. “Yes, love,” he responds. “I didn’t forget your cake either. Fancy some?”

Y/N appears moments after his question is asked, eyes slightly drooping from the cat nap he’s sure he’s awoken her from. She’s dressed in his vintage ‘Jamaica’ tee and he’s pretty sure nothing else but a flimsy pair of panties, which makes his cock twitch just the slightest. He ignores it. She wraps her arms around his waist, pressing her chest flat against his in appreciation. He feels her inhale deeply and let out a quiet sigh of pleasure. She missed him just as much as he missed her.

“Thank you! Is this from the place that gives the huge slices?” She’s already unwrapping herself from around him and all but floating to the kitchen, she’s so excited to indulge in her piece of strawberry shortcake. “Share it with me, H? It’s not as good the next day so we need to finish it.”

Even though Harry is too full to take another bite of anything that wasn’t Y/N he immediately agrees, asking if she’d grab him a fork as well. She happily obliges and then leads the way to their comfy L-shaped sofa (which Y/N picked out, swearing it would be perfect for movie nights) snatching the remote off of the coffee table before sitting down.

“Tell me about your dinner. It went well?” Y/N stabs her fork into the spongy piece of cake and then brings it up to her mouth, moaning in delight. Harry watches as she closes her eyes, savoring the taste.

“As well as it could’ve gone without you,” Harry responds nonchalantly, stabbing his own fork into the dessert. Instead of bringing it up to his own mouth, he holds it up to hers. “I wish you were there. Always wish you were when you aren’t.”

Y/N looks at Harry owlishly as she opens her mouth for him. After swallowing, she speaks. “I thought we were supposed to be sharing.”

“We are.”

“It doesn’t count as sharing if you’re just feeding me! I’m still the only one eating it, H!”

Harry hears the amusement in her voice, sees the sparkle in her big, beautiful eyes, and knows she isn’t truly upset with him. Still, he relents and takes a piece for himself before trying to give his girlfriend another one.

“And what did you do tonight?” he nudges his nose against her cheek, reveling in the squeal she lets escape her mouth. “Get anything done on that to-do list you were tellin’ me about?”

“I did,” Y/N sets her fork down in the container of cake and rests her hands on Harry’s shoulder, flinging herself over him so she’s comfortably situated in his lap. Once comfortable, she holds her hand out expectantly. Harry chuckles to himself before placing the container of cake back in her grasp. “I caught up on emails and took a bath. Oh, also called your mom and mine - they both say hello…”

Harry smiles at this. “That’s nice, love,” his hands began to roam the expanse of her thighs, nails digging into the plush, exposed skin. “I’m glad you had a good night. Sorry I had to leave you.”

“I forgive you. Its been made even better by this cake - thanks for remembering.”

They sit in silence like that for a while. Harry gives more bites to Y/N than he gives to himself and by the time the dessert is finished, he couldn’t even say he managed to get even a little piece of strawberry for himself.

Y/N leans forward, bum lifting slightly off Harry’s lap to set the empty container on the coffee table. She turns her neck slightly once re-situated on him, and Harry hums at the sweet taste of cream and strawberries on her tongue. She always tasted so good. They fall into a comfortable silence as the tv plays softly in the background while they make out, the narrator of Forensic Files recounting a tale of how just one red fiber led to the killer’s arrest.

“Cozy enough?” Harry’s question breaks the silence.

“Quite,” Y/N squirms slightly. “Your lap is very comfortable.”

“Well, while I do enjoy looking at the back of your head, I’d much rather see your face.”

“I’m watching Forensic Files.”

While Harry can’t see her face, he can hear the joking tone in Y/N’s voice and proceeds with placing his large palms on her hips. He lifts her pliant body slightly off his lap and re-situates her so she’s straddling him instead of facing forward.

“Much better,” he places a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Now I can see your pretty face.”

“Welllll, now I can’t see what we’re watching.”

“I can tell you what happens.”

Y/N lets out a quiet laugh at this, moving her body so she’s no longer straddling him but has all her weight on one thigh. She wiggles ever so slightly and Harry smirks to himself at the motion, knowing she purposely planted herself like this because the pressure felt good against her little clit (which surely had to be swollen by now).

“Something tells me you’re not really gonna pay any attention, H,” she lowers her head into the crook of his neck. “That’s okay with me.”

Harry loosely rests his hands around the curve of her waist. “Been thinkin’ about you all night, my love,” he allows her to capture his lips in a clumsy kiss, teeth clacking together in her haste. “Been thinkin’ about you, and how much I love you- love making you cum.” His girlfriend laughs at that.

“This is our thing,” she tells him breathlessly, lips pressed against his as she ruts against his thigh. “This always ends up happenin’ when we watch true crime…”

Harry wants to tell her that this only happens when he’s with her, never gets this horny watching true crime television with anyone except her! Y/N’s the only person in the world who can make her feel this way.

“This will always be our thing, will it?” Harry tickles her side and swoons at the sound of her high-pitched giggles. “Jus’ us, cake, and movies?”

Y/N presses a kiss to the dimple on the right side of his face. “Always–– it’s my favorite pastime.”

Harry gives his love a toothy grin before he continues to help her get off on his thigh. He begins to feel her wetness through his dressy pants, the only thing separating her cunt from the fabric covering his thigh being her thin, cotton panties. He really just wants to lap at her cunt most of all, just wants to suck on her clit until she's tangling her hands in his curls and begging him not to stop. But she's determined to get off this way - he can see it in the look on her face. Besides, it's quite fun to watch Y/N come undone on her own accord. He loved when she flat-out used him for her own pleasure. He steadies her out when her movements start to become frantic and she's not getting the right amount of pressure she needs on her clit to come.

Her orgasm washes over her very abruptly--Harry thinks it even takes her a little by surprise. “Can’t forget orgasms, can I?” Y/N looks up at Harry with big, fucked out eyes, waiting for him to clarify. “I said I like it when it’s just us, cake, and movies. Forgot to add in how much I like making you cum, too.”

Y/N grows bashful at this and while Harry would usually apologize for being so vulgar, he means it with every fiber of his being. He's never heard prettier sounds, tasted anyone better, fucked anyone tighter. She was perfect and sweet and all his.

Harry’s not done with her though - not even close! They were really only just getting started. He lifts her off his lap and lays her back on the couch, pulling the meager piece of fabric separating him from her wet cunt off her body. He places his palms flat on the surface of her inner thigh and spreads her legs open, dropping to his knees in front of her. Harry immediately attaches his mouth to her cunt, sucking harshly as he makes eye contact with his girlfriend. She looks down at him with that look that Harry’s so fond over and he nearly loses it.

He begins kneading at her plush ass while his face is buried in her mound, taking note of how she trembles when the tip of his nose nudges against her clit. His tongue travels down to her puckered hole before moving back up to her bundle of nerves, over and over until Y/N grabs at his head and just holds him in place, sick of his teasing.

“S’nice, doll? You deserve this, Y/N,” Harry’s mouth is glistening with her arousal as he briefly pauses his movements to speak to her. “Deserve to feel good and let daddy give you orgasms after I left you here alone all night for a boring business dinner. Least I can do, hmm?”

He doesn’t give her a chance to answer before he’s burying his head into her cunt once more, eating her out like a starved man. She hardly has time to warn Harry that her second orgasm is about to wash over her but she doesn’t have to; he could feel the way her muscles contracted against his tongue as he licked her through it, not letting up even when she locked her thighs around his head.

“One more?”

He’s already undoing the buckle to his pants as he asks this, the familiar clanking sound sending shivers down Y/N’s spine. She’s not sure what she did to deserve three orgasms from her boyfriend tonight, but she figures she must’ve been a very, very good girl for him lately.

“Yes, please,” Y/N lifts her shift up so her boobs are on full display for Harry, not missing the way his eyes hungrily take in the sight of her. “Need one more- need your cock so bad-”

“Shhhh…” Harry slides in swiftly as he shushes her, resting his weight atop her so he was more comfortable. “There, there. ‘M gonna give it to you, pretty girl. I always do, yeah?”

Harry watches as her mouth gapes open with every push of himself inside her. He reaches down in between them to swipe his thumb across her clit as he’s thrusting into her to not only double her pleasure but get her there with him because he was already embarrassingly close but he hated finishing before his girl did. He picks up speed, bending her leg and holding it in his right hand as he grips her tits with his left.

“Rub y’clit for me,” he mutters, thrusts growing sloppy. “Go ahead and rub it.”

Y/N immediately complies and is spasming on Harry’s cock no more than 20 short seconds later, followed by his loud moans as he stills inside her. A warm, fuzzy feeling immediately floods Harry and suddenly all is well again. Never mind the fact Y/N wasn't at his silly business dinner tonight because she was here with him now and that was the most important thing, really.

Harry gently slides out of her and reaches for her discarded underwear, ignoring her protests when he uses it to clean up what spilled out of her before tossing it back on the floor. He'll pick it up later.

"Love you, H...I'll go to your next boring dinner. Promise."

[writingquestionsanswered]

do u have any sort of website that can tell me jobs in a small town? trying to write a story set in a small town but i cant come up with any ideas for jobs apart from the essential ones like police or hospital

Jobs in a Small Town

Government: mayor, city manager, city council member, city attorney, city clerk, code enforcement officer, customer service representative, finance director, fire chief/firefighter, paramedic, human resources manager, information technology department, librarian, municipal court clerk/administrator/judicial specialist/court security officer, parks and recreation director, planning and zoning director, police chief/officer or sheriff/deputy, public works director, utilities clerk, wastewater plant operator

Business: business owner/operator or employee (such as a clerk, receptionist, manager, or administrator) at a shop, restaurant, cafe, gas station, mechanic, tow truck, locksmith, landscaper/lawn care, handyman, florist, funeral home, pool cleaner, daycare center, grocery store, feed and pet store, car dealership, clothing boutique, ice cream parlor, liquor store, bar, nightclub, community theater, "big box store" (like Walmart), warehouse store (like Costco), movie theater, mini-golf course

Medical Services: hospital (administration, doctor, surgeon, nurse practitioner, nurse, nurse's aide, respiratory therapist, anesthesiologist, orderly, receptionist, lab worker, security, etc.) Doctor's office or urgent care (administration, doctor, nurse, nurse practitioner, receptionist, etc.) Dentist or orthodontist (administration, dentist/orthodontist, dental assistant, orthodontic assistant, receptionist, etc.) Nursing home/assisted living facility (administration, doctor, nurse, orderly, etc.)

Random: country club employee, dog walker, babysitter/nanny, home nurse, museum director/curator/specialist/employee, town archaeologist (if area is rich in history), industrial jobs (mining, factories/manufacturing, farming/crop production, fishing/fisheries), wedding coordinator, convention center director, attorney, judge, taxi driver, utility repair technician, railway worker, bus driver, school jobs (principal, teacher, teacher's aide, librarian, cafeteria worker, counselor, security officer, custodian), airport jobs (administrative, security, service provider/employee, airline worker, pilot, flight attendant, plane mechanic)

That's all I've got at the moment, but keep an eye on the comments in case others come up with ideas! :)

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Disney Branded Television Sets PRIMOS Premiere For July 25th As Part Of Disney Channel Epic Mid-Summer

Oigan Primos! from the talented people who brought you Big City Greens comes a new meaning for BEST SUMMER EVER. ☀️🌈🖍️📔

Disney Branded Television has set the series premiere for Primos with a two-episode premiere July 25 at 8:00 p.m. Pacific on Disney Channel (with two new episodes airing every Saturday starting July 27). An initial batch of episodes will be available to stream on Disney+ starting July 26.

“Primos” follows Tater Ramirez Humphrey, an imaginative free spirit bursting with creative energy who is ready to spend the summer of her 10th birthday sorting out her goals and dreams. But her plans are derailed when she learns that her mother has invited all 12 of her primos — cousins — to spend the summer at their home and share her room.

Joining the talented Primos guest cast includes

Gabriel Iglesias (Jorge R. Gutierrez "I-Chihuahua") as Tio Gustavo, Sarah Sherman (Anaapurna Animation's "Nimona) as Carmela, Cheech Marin (Pixar Animation Studios "Coco") as Abuelo Pop, Sherry Cola (Pixar Animation Studios "Turning Red") as Ms. Mahoney, Bill as Kyle MacLachlan, Jaime Jarrín (Los Angeles Dodgers) as Día de la Cultura Announcer and Xolo Maridueña (DC Studios "Blue Beetle" Marvel "Moon Girl And Devil Dinosaur").

Primos songs are GRAMMY nominated composers Alana Da Fonseca and Bobby Studley (Tim Burton's "Wednesday", Disney Channel Original Movies "Teen Beach Movie" franchise). Jim Lang (Nickelodeon Animation Studios "Hey Arnold" franchise) serves as score composer, Hey Arnold! creator Craig Barlett does additional guest clay animation.

Karla Sakas Shropshire (Nickelodeon Animation Studios "The Loud House", Disney Television Animation "Katz Café") serves as story editor.

Inspired by growing up in Fontana and Riverside with the chicano culture Primos has gotten praise by fellow industry members such as Jorge R. Gutierrez (Nickelodeon "El Tigre: The Adventures of Manny Rivera", 20th Century Animation "The Book of Life", Netflix Animation "Maya And The Three"), Phil Lord (MTV Animation "Clone High", Sony Pictures Animation "Cloudy For A Change Of Meatballs" franchise,"Spiderman In To The Spiderverse" franchise), Sofiá Alexander (Crunchyroll Originals "Onyx Equinox", Disney "Phineas And Ferb"), Guillermo Del Toro (Dreamworks Animation "Rise of The Guardians", "How To Train Your Dragon 2" "Tales of Arcadia" ,20th Century Animation "The Book Of Life", Netflix Animation "Guillermo del Toro's Pinnochio"), Miguel Puga (Nickelodeon Animation Studios "The Casagrandes", DC Studios & Warner Bros Animation "Blue Beetle The Series" ), Megan Nicole Dong (Netflix Animation "Centaurworld", Locksmith Animation "Bad Fairies" ) and more.

PRIMOS will be used by Disney TVA Multiplatform with their short series "CHIBI TINY TALES", "THEME SONG TAKEOVER", "BROKEN KARAOKE" & "HOW NOT TO DRAW" , Tater and The Ramirez Family will set to appear on CHIBIVERSE Season 2.

Additionaly a Primos soundtrack by Walt Disney Records is set to debut July 26th on digital music platforms

PRIMOS joins Moon Girl And Devil Dinosaur,Kiff, Big City Greens,Amphibia,The Ghost and Molly McGee, Hamster & Gretel and Hailey's On It! on getting official albums.

[just-another-star-47]

I saw a post asking for help with finding inspiration with jobs in the wizarding world (I can't find you anymore, dear someone who posted this, I'm so sorry..😭)

But maybe this will find you somehow?

What to work in the 1890s?

Firstly, I think even though people are able to cast magic, there are 'normal' jobs to do.

Farmer, shoemaker, carpenter, tailor, miller..

Keep in mind that the 'industrial revolution' still was going on at that time, so depending on how influencial the muggle world is to your wizarding world, wizards could also be a worker in a big factory, become mechanics, or maybe an engine driver or guard at the Hogwarts Express.

You can also use these jobs and make them ✨️magic✨️.

Some sort of carpenter that specialises on self cleaning furniture, a locksmith, who creates locks that are immune to 'Alohomora'...

Again, influenced by the muggle world, Purebloods could be landlords and live from the fee that their tenants have to pay them.

Medical staff is also needed, not just at St.Mungo's. Physicians, herbalist, midwifes, dentists.

Law enforcement, that is responsible for simply taking care of the small communities and work on cases like theft, destroying property or taking care of too loud neighbors. 😅

I also would love to see wizards studying the weirdest things like 'what is necessary to make the ingredients of soap create foam in different colours without having to cast a spell on it'. 😅

Sooo.. these were my first thoughts. 🤔

[daughter-of-melpomene]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆… 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐄

❝ Mickey was not, and had never been, cut out to be a superhero. Born super-abled but only blessed (or cursed, depending on who you asked) with weak telekinesis that only allowed him to lift more than a heavy box when he was really stressed or pissed, he’d practically been laughed out of the room by Vought’s assessors when he’d made an attempt to join their ranks as a desperate, frankly pathetic twenty-something. But even after that humiliation, down on his luck and willing to do almost anything to achieve his childhood hope of being a hero and helping people, he’d trusted a pretty face who already worked for Vought, believing and following after her when she’d promised to find him an in with the company… and he’d wound up regretting it more than any other decision he’s made before or since.

After an attack that had left him suffering from night terrors, reluctant to trust anyone, and completely disillusioned with the superhero industry, Mickey had been lost and without a clue what to do next - until he had met Billy Butcher, a man with a similar festering grudge against supes who was assembling a team to wreak havoc on them. Still wanting to help people but now seeing a new way to do it - one that aligned more with the rage and desire for revenge that had been festering inside of him since that fateful night - Mickey had become a member of The Boys, spending his days and nights killing corrupt supes and, even better, forming connections and having fun with his newfound friends along the way.

The best part of those years by far, though, had been Billy. Though their relationship had started out as nothing more than a mutual fuck buddies agreement, and though they had certainly never put a label on what they were, Mickey knew more surely than he knew anything else that there had been genuine love there. He and Butcher had just understood each other, on an even deeper level than Mickey felt he had ever been known or known anyone else, and they had been broken in some of the same ways. Their relationship, whatever it had been, had been blood-soaked and so far from perfect, of course, but Mickey could never help but feel that, after everything, it had allowed both of them to put some of their broken pieces back together, even if just a little bit.

Not that any of that matters one fucking bit now. The Boys are no longer, having been disbanded for years, and Mickey hasn’t heard a word from any of the guys in just as long, barring one single burner phone text sent from Billy two years ago that he didn’t get to respond to and hasn’t been able to stop thinking about since. Nowadays, Mickey still suffers from night terrors and can’t stand the sight of nightclubs, but he tries to combat it by working ungodly hours at his small locksmith business, using his meagre powers to open things for people who have reasons he doesn’t ask about, and all the while trying to forget that Billy Butcher ever came into his life and praying that the hollow feeling that has been in his chest since they parted will go away on its own.

But, of course, not one goddamn thing in Mickey’s life has ever gone the way he’s wanted it, and just as quickly and violently as he came into Mickey’s life the first time, Butcher comes crashing back in, this time with a supremely awkward young man in tow and a member of the motherfucking Seven tied up in his trunk. Dragged right back into Billy’s vengeful escapades - though, who is he kidding, it wasn’t exactly kicking and screaming - Mickey finds himself reuniting with his old friends, making some new ones, uncovering a Vought conspiracy that might have involved the new kid’s former girlfriend being blown to chunks by a doped-up speedster… and maybe, just maybe, rekindling what he used to have with Billy, despite the fact that the other man doesn’t even seem to want to look him in the eye anymore.

Mickey’s starting to suspect that he might be a glutton for punishment. But maybe, if he can bring down Vought once and for all and genuinely help some people along the way (no, getting back together with Billy has nothing to do with it, shut the ever-loving fuck up, Frenchie), being a sucker for pain might just be worth it in the end. ❞

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Story. Wrong Answer

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[ID: 10 digitally sketched panels.]

[Panel 1: Hare holds Jaime in a headlock and growls, "Cough up the key to the cuffs." Jaime glares at him out of the corner of his eyes and yells, "Go to hell!"]

[Panel 2: A shadow falls over Hare and Jaime. Jaime looks scared, while Hare looks triumphant. The Skull says from offpanel, in white text with black outlines, "Wrong answer."]

[Panel 3: The Skull lifts Jaime off the ground and holds him in the air by his jacket. Jaime struggles. No text.]

[Panel 4: Close up of The Skull scowling, saying, "You cooperate, or I break your fingers." In small text, from off panel, Dee says, "Ohh, do it."]

[Panel 5: Jaime, in confusion, stares down at The Skull and stutters, "How are you (em-dash) you can't be (em-dash) unless the inverter (em-dash)!"]

[Panel 6: Hare kneels next to Riker and breaks the chain between the handcuffs keeping Riker chained to the table leg. From off panel, The Skull says, "Becile Industries. Why did they hire you?"]

[Panel 7: Riker looks over, starting to stand, and says, "They didn't. Locksmith sold us out. Jaime's the backup plan. Right, Jaime?"]

[Panel 8: Jaime looks down at Riker and shouts, "Shut up!! I knew you were lying!"]

[Panel 9: Riker frowns, something in him snapping. To the left of him is a pile of straw, a plus sign, and a small camel. To the right, the straw lands on the camel, killing it. No text.]

[Panel 10: Riker shouts back at Jaime, "(all caps) OF COURSE I WAS LYING YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH" End ID]

[piizunn]

“Knowing You Has Made Me a Better Settler Person”: Tokenizing the Métis Identity 

View my work: A Spectacle of Me for You 

By riel 

My name is riel, I am a Red River Métis artist descending maternally from the historic Métis families by the names of Berthelet, Caron, St. Germaine, Dubois, Dazé, and Larivière, who come from the communities of Pointe à Grouette, now St. Agathe, St. Norbert, and St. Vital, now modern-day Winnipeg, and the historic Batoche, Saskatchewan. My Berthelet ancestors, notably my third great grandfather Joseph Berthelet Sr. was a community leader of Pointe à Grouette, and my fifth-great uncle Jean Caron Sr fought at fifty-two years old in the battle of Duck Lake, Saskatchewan of the North-West Resistance of 1885. His house is now a historic site in Batoche. My mother is a Métis academic with a background in education and my father is a settler of British ancestry, and an archaeologist-turned-locksmith. I introduce myself in this way, in the traditional way of Métis authors, such as Chantal Fiola and Jean Teillet, to contextualize my knowledge and experiences, as well as my connection to this land.  

Earlier this year, 2022, as the winter semester wrapped up, and spring was beginning to rear its big green head, I finished building a Red River cart. It was four months of research and physical labour. I taught myself methods of wood joinery that my ancestors would have used, the hand tools they had access to pre-industrial revolution, as well as the power tools we as modern Métis have access to now. After the cart’s completion I installed it in the Ivan Gallery at school. That is when and where it happened. A classmate of settler colonial ancestry approached me. We had spent two semesters at odds. Her work focused on the climate crisis but came from a place of doomism and borderline eco-fascism. She regurgitated colonial narratives regarding our “doomed world” and the inherent violence of humans, and when she was corrected and shown the harm in her words she doubled down.  

She said to me “knowing you, has made me a better person.” I do not know this woman and she does not know me, but I believe I knew her in that moment. To her, I am an encyclopedia, a fountain of knowledge for her to drink from whenever she wants to feel a little less guilty. I realized what she meant. 

“Knowing you has made me a better settler person” 

What does it take to know a person? Who defines knowing? In that moment, I knew my classmate, but she could not have known me less. To her, and many others I have met in my life, my culture and I represented an outlet for settler guilt. I was the “real Indian” she took a photo with to prove her proximity and understanding of Indigeneity (James Luna). Because in settler minds, every Indian is every Indian, and every Indian is an encyclopedia to test knowledge against. I am a measuring stick for settlers to compare their thoughts and actions to. 

I began to really consider how settlers were tokenizing me; sexually, intellectually, culturally, spiritually, to settlers I am a fantasy Métis academic. I am an all knowing all sensing wise Indian who can track a man through all terrains, who can tell you your spirit name by just looking at you, who will save your life when you are caught unprepared on my land, and who will scalp an enemy with no mercy. That is what people want from me, not the stories of the Métis resistance leaders who tried to overtake your settler ancestors in the Northwest Resistance, who could spit bullets and toss gunpower directly into their guns all while on horseback. They do not want to hear about The Old Wolves who fought in the Northwest Resistance and years later met in St. Vital to lovingly and meticulously document our young nation’s history, who hated the word “rebellion” (Jean Teillet). 

A Spectacle of Me for You is an installation containing a series of sculptures, photographs, prints, and found objects arranged in a “spectacle” of the Métis identity. The work is the result of experimentation with materials and engagement with Métis theory on self-governance and our history. Being named after Louis Riel often feels like an invitation for settlers to give me their unsolicited opinion on whether my ethnic group should have rights, and if Louis Riel was a madman or not, with most of the conversations quickly becoming anti-Indigenous and/or ableist. To my people, however, it is an honour to be named after Riel, the man who, with Gabriel Dumont successfully won the Red River Resistance of 1869, and commanded my ancestors in the Northwest Resistance of 1885. In this work I employ Indigenous humour- our ability to make fun of ourselves, remaining in control of the joke in order to remove that power from settlers, who are suddenly uncomfortably aware of their perception of Indigenous peoples. I have been heavily influenced by artists like Jesse Ray Short who dressed as Louis Riel in a drag-esque performance, and James Luna’s performance Take A Picture with a Real Indian (2001) and Artifact Piece (1987), Dayna Danger’s Big ‘Uns series, specifically for their reclamation of explicit Indigenous sexuality, and their ways of incorporating Indigenous, specifically Métis and Salteaux material culture into representations of Indigenous sexuality. Finally, I also would like to reference Rebecca Belmore’s piece Artifact #671B from 1988, where Belmore implicates her own body as an artifact in similar ways that James Luna has.  

The viewer enters the room to find a table at the back of the room, seemingly an in-use workspace, with a sewing mannequin dressed in brown pants, a red and black flannel, a Louis Riel shirt, and a beaded leather strap on placed over the pants. There is also a half-deflated mask of Louis Riel placed on the table. On the table there are postcards- free for the viewer to take with two different designs to choose from. On one side of the room a log has been placed on the ground and another rests a few feet away, seemingly more haphazardly than the carefully placed log.  

A Spectacle of Me for You is a staged representation of what a beader’s workspace might look like. A series of props that vaguely reference the Métis but does not actually represent the workspace of the artist. It is a highly curated idea of the Métis identity, playing on well-known stereotypes. Among the workspace set-up there are two stacks of postcards, one with a shot of the artist posing with two logs they personally harvested in January of 2022, left over from building a Red River cart, one of the logs positioned suggestively between the legs of the artist. They are dressed in stereotypical lumberjack clothes as well as a t-shirt with Louis Riel’s face and a slogan that reads “keepin’ it Riel”. The artist also wears a latex mask of Louis Riel, tying the fantasy together.   

Otipemisiwak Voyageur Fantasy Husband is a series of postcards as well as a costume worn by the artist to comment on different aspects of tokenization. The leather strap on harness worn over their clothes is an overt reference to the fetishization of Indigenous people, specifically Indigiqueer and Two Spirit community members, and a comparison of Indigenous and settler masculinity. The harness is paired with a lumberjack style flannel and a shirt with an image of Louis Riel that reads “keepin it real”, and a latex mask of Riel, worn on the artist’s head, obscuring their face. The postcards and the mask are a reference to modern Métis material culture and our infatuation with objects with Louis Riel’s face. The mass-production of these items has both caused a massive inflation of Louis Riel-kitsch, but also a larger awareness of our presence as Métis people, and what Riel means to us. Akin to the presidents' masks used by the Ex-Presidents gang in the 1991 film Point Break, the artist uses their Riel mask to draw attention to the way real historical figures, particularly politicians become caricatures of their actual selves in the eyes of the public, allowing them to be immortalized in popular culture. On a smaller scale, something similar has happened to Louis Riel where many settlers deem him a violent mad-man, and reduce him to a caricature of himself, while the Métis have reclaimed this treatment, and have found ways to honour him in our material culture. 

References/Works Cited 

BELMORE, REBECCA. ARTIFACT #671B, 1988. 

BIGELOW, KATHRYN. POINT BREAK. TWENTIETH CENTURY FOX, 1991.  

BURNS, CLARISSA. VOYAGEUR GAMES DEMONSTRATION. https://metisgathering.ca/classroom-resources/classroom-voyageur-games/. MÉTIS GATHERING. 2022.  

LUNA, JAMES. TAKE A PICTURE WITH A REAL INDIAN, 2000.  

LUNA, JAMES. ARTEFACT PIECE, 1987. 

   RIEL, LOUIS. FINAL TRIAL STATEMENT. http://law2.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/ftrials/riel/rieltrialstatement.html. JULY 31ST 1885.  

SHORT, JESSIE RAY. WAKE UP!, 2015. 

  TEILLET, JEAN. THE NORTH-WEST IS OUR MOTHER : THE STORY OF LOUIS RIEL’S PEOPLE, THE METIS NATION. PATRICK CREAN EDITIONS, AN IMPRINT OF HARPERCOLLINS PUBLISHERS LTD., 2013. 

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OC Interview

Let's go with Djek :)

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Are you named after anyone?

Not specifically, but you wouldn't believe how many godsdamned Djek Kaguras there are. I swear, half the world's Amaranthi had the same idea for a baby name.

When was the last time you cried?

Crying? Who's crying? Not me, that's for sure. I got a heart of nails and skin like stone. Call me a duck the way bullshit slides off my back.

(It was two nights ago. He stayed up too late and convinced himself his friends didn't actually like him)

Do you have kids?

Gods, I hope not. I wouldn't mind a few little brats running around eventually, but for now, I'd like to stay untethered and unbothered.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

No, never. Who would even think that?

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Where their wallet is. Not only is it an old street kid habit, but wallet placement tells you a lot about a person. Whether they're careless and leave it in their back pocket. Whether they're paranoid and have it strapped under their shirt. Whether they're crafty and have a decoy somewhere. Only some of the time do I make good on this knowledge and pinch some cash.

What’s your eye colour?

As red as any full-blooded Amaranthi could wish. I've always appreciated how distinct my eyes are, even if they barely work. I'm the only member of my family to have a true crimson color.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Gimme scares! If I want sappy nonsense, I'll throw cookies at an orphan. I like something that's gonna keep me up at night. Or better yet, something that's gonna keep my friends up at night and checking their closets for any creepy masks I perhaps stuffed in there.

Any special talents?

I'm a dab hand at cards, both the games and building card castles out of them. I can do a ton of fancy shuffles you wouldn't believe. I'm also quick with lockpicks, and I guess I have some sorcery too. It's pretty measly though.

Where were you born?

The city of Fayuki, in the Quandi province of the Janazi Archipelago. I grew up on the industrial side. I don't think I ever smelled clean air till I was fifteen.

Do you have any pets?

Yeah, two fish. They do a lot of tricks.

What sort of sports do you play?

I usually stayed away from the other kids when I was young, so I never played street ball or anything. Izjik’s been teaching me to fight recently, so I guess that counts.

How tall are you?

5'5", which is a perfectly respectable height! It's not my fault I didn't eat enough as a kid.

What was your favourite subject in school?

I never went to school, but I've enjoyed learning to run a business. Twenari says I have a head for numbers, which doesn't sound like me at all, to be honest. It's not like I'm really good at math. It just clicks sometimes.

What is your dream job?

I've learned a bit of the locksmithing trade, and even though it's been rough learning to ply my wares in an honest environment, I enjoy the challenge. I want to be independent and able to buy my friends lunch for a change. I want people to hear the name Kagura and think of safety, not a nighttime mugging.

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I'll tag @meep-writes-stuff @k--havok @reininginthefirewriting @greenwytchbooks and anyone else who'd like to give it a whirl :)

Questions below the cut

Are you named after anyone? When was the last time you cried? Do you have kids? Do you use sarcasm a lot? What’s the first thing you notice about people? What’s your eye colour? Scary movies or happy endings? Any special talents? Where were you born? Do you have any pets? What sort of sports do you play? How tall are you? What was your favourite subject in school? What is your dream job?

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as i turned to go back inside i heard a clicking sort of tapping noise, and was even MORE delighted to discover a woodpecker up on the furthest, tallest corner of the building, pecking away at a giant number 1

i work in a small locksmith shop tucked away in an industrial park, and it makes my heart happy to see even here, life does its thing. even amid the concrete and steel of humanity, life peeks through, waiting to flourish