#Tanis Letterkenny

[woozapooza]

favorite character per show 25/∞: Letterkenny → Tanis (Kaniehtiio Horn)

[indigenous-character-tournament]

Ka'kwet is canonically Mi’kmaw.

Tanis is canonically Kanien'kehá꞉ka.

[a10butimshortanddepressed]

I would literally do anything tanis from letterkenny asked me to do. No limits. I will kill for you tanis

[ginkasei]

tanis letterkenny, im free thursday. thursday is the night im free

[vinegarflies]

rosa b99 walked so tanis letterkenny could run

[tiiohornfan]

Deer Lady from Reservation Dogs.

[dragon-hoard]

the reality of the women in letterkenny is so funny lmao there are so many slow body sliding lingering shots of skinny ladies in skimpy clothes. but also its very obvious that all the women are in charge and are very into being sexually promiscuous and are as vulgar as the men

only thing I would add is there needs to be some fat women tossed in there. all the ladies are super skinny

[oliviaischillin1204]

a bit nippy (tickletober day 6- "cuddles")

word count: 778

i've never posted in this fandom before, so if you've found this post randomly then pls heed the tags! if anyone knows this show, this is set roughly in between seasons 2 and 3

Tanis opened the door and braced for impact. The icy winds hit her like a punch to the face, and there was Wayne.

"Wayne."

"Tanis. How're ya now?"

"Good'n you?"

"Not so bad."

"Yeah, I'm sure." Tanis eyed him up and down. "You cold?"

It was negative eight degrees celsius today. "A bit nippy."

"Yeah, I can see your bit nippies. Shut my door." She turned heel, but he only followed her in enough to shut the front door and stand on the threshold. "What happened to the turtleneck?"

"You lose a lot of heat in the neck."

"You're standing in my doorway losing heat in the neck," Tanis replied. She pointed to the chair, and after a moment Wayne sat down and began removing his boots. "Not like you to not be dressed right for the winter."

"Well, a man can spit off a bridge and hit the water every time, but he's S-O-L if he forgets it's the dry season."

"Don't talk to me like a hick. You didn't check the weather."

"I didn't check the weather," he admitted. He'd removed his shoes and jacket and was now sitting stiffly as he watched her pour two shots. She turned, raised an eyebrow and slid one across the table.

"Pitter patter."

"Down the hatch."

They toasted, threw back the shot, and tapped the glasses twice on the table. Silence crept over the room. Wayne, for once, didn't seem to know what to say.

Fuck that skittish-ness. Without a spare look his way Tanis brushed passed him and headed to the bed, untying her robe as she went.

She reached the bed, throwing back the duvet and the quilt she'd been hunkered under. When she didn't hear any movement, she shot a look over her shoulder. Wayne was still sitting at the table.

"Do you wanna warm up?"

"Well, I think I'd just end up cooling you down."

"I don't mind."

"What about your bit nippies?"

Tanis straightened up, turned and faced him head on. "You lookin'?"

It took a laughable few seconds for Wayne to avert his eyes. "... No."

She didn't say anything else, just raised an eyebrow. A beat, and then Wayne was rising to his feet, disrobing to an appropriate level for sharing a bed with your friend-acquaintance-ex-girlfriend. She climbed in first, and he followed, grabbing the blankets and arranging them neatly and equally over the two of them. When he finished, the two were laying side by side, arms and thighs pressed together as they stared at the ceiling.

Tanis cut him a side eye. "I'm not sleeping with you."

"A man and a woman sharing a bed means nothing in and of itself," Wayne said. "'Specially when said man and said woman have a strictly platonic relationship."

"I never said it was strictly platonic."

"...Well," Wayne said slowly. "Then I believe we're currently entangled in what the youths of today would refer to as a situationship."

Tanis snorted. "Fuck me."

"I didn't invent it."

"You brought it into the bed, though."

"You brought me into the bed, though."

Suddenly they were staring at each other. Tanis wet her lips. "Sure did."

The kiss was familiar, no rush or desperation or extreme passion to it. They kissed because it was nice, and because they were two people in a bed on a cold autumn night.

Tanis wrapped an arm around Wayne's chest, tried to pull themselves closer together, and that's when the first giggle broke.

She raised an eyebrow again. Repeated the motion, curling her nails over his toned flank, and once again Wayne released that stupid chortling giggle he did. It sounded ridiculous and made her feel sappy.

"Christ, your chest is cold," she noted with amusement. It didn't take much for her to throw a leg over Wayne's, reaching to tickle his other side while he squirmed and laughed. She rested her head on his shoulder and listened to his heart drum under his skin.

"All that farm work didn't toughen you up?" she taunted. He lifted his head like he wanted to answer, so she took a few extra seconds to scribble across his belly before giving him a break.

"It's-- not about being tough-- everyone's ticklish," he said. "Dogs are ticklish."

"You're better than a dog."

"I'm not better than basic physiology."

"I like it," Tanis announced. "It's cute."

Wayne gave her a side eye. "On you, too." Suddenly his big hand was wrapped around the top of her thigh, and she threw her head back as her own giggles spilled out. Her body wanted to get away, but she knew there was no reason to. No reason at all.

[frydawolff]

I'm always a little behind on TV so I only just watched the Reservation Dogs episode that addressed boarding schools. I watched the above documentary a while back and it was very affecting. There are loads of other documentaries you can pick from on YouTube. Don't let the past stay buried.

I don't know if enough Americans are fully aware of how intense Kaniehtiio Horn's life has been (Tanis in Letterkenny). I imagine her onscreen rage is sincere. Her family is remarkable.

The last federally-funded indigenous boarding school in Canada shut down in 1996. I was a sophomore in high school. This is recent history.

[beyondtoast]

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotawesome]

[indigenous-character-tournament]

Tanis is canonically Kanien'kehá꞉ka.

Caitlin is canonically Kanien'kehá꞉ka.

[peridot-tears]

I did not expect Tanis to be a recurring character in Letterkenny, but I am so grateful that she is.

[demonhimbo]

tanis my beloved

[tiiohornfan]

So honored to call this man my Uncle.

[achromatophoric]

Sometime during the Fall semester, rips of the entirety of Letterkenny were disseminated throughout Nevermore’s student body. The following is an excerpt of a conversation overheard late that semester in the Nevermore Quad.

“Omg! Wednesday is so Wayne!”

“I do not loathe the idea.”

“Yoko, you and Divina are the McMurrays.”

“Pump the brakes. Fuck that! Reilly and Jonesy. Ferda girls.”

“Ferda!”

“Ferda!”

“Xavier, Ajax, and Kent are totes the Skids! Stewart, Devon, and Roald, respectively.”

“Dude, I am not that emo and greasy.”

There is a brief but telling window of silence.

“Oh fuck off.”

“Draw me a river, tit-fucker. Give your balls a tug.”

The conversation is interrupted by laughter and one person’s disgruntled mutters.

“Eugene is our Daryl. Cuz he’s so soft and sweet. No offense.”

“Nah, truth. I love my moms’ super soft birthday parties.”

“And I can be Squirrley Dan! He’s gotta throw hip.”

“I wish you weren’t so terribly awkward, Pugsley.”

“Enid, you’re our Bonnie McMurray, with a dash of Katy. Because you, girl, are a fuckin’ rocket.”

“Eeee! I’ll take it. Hi, Willa.”

“… hi, Enid.”

“Now Bianca, you’re, uh… um…”

“If you fucking say Gail, I will Siren Song you straight into the bottom of the lake.”

“I was going to say Tanis!!”

“Oh. Cool.”

“Did we leave anyone out?”

“Weems?”

After a thoughtful lull, there is a simultaneous cry.

“Coach!”