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[the-gloomth]

Doll Funeral Shop Toronto

Our first retail space has been open 3 whole months now!!! We have had such a great response to the new shop and it’s been so inspiring meeting our online friends in real life and making new friends. I cannot thank everyone enough for their support and encouragement with this! Doll Funeral is Toronto’s hidden alternative clothing shop, tucked away inside a strange mall downtown. It’s super close…

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[kingedmundsroyalmurder]

AU game: the grandmother dies when Jane is ten 👀

Five fun facts meme. Interpreted as 'five things that would happen' because I don't know how many of these are, uh, fun. Also it's more than five, because I have no self control.

Jane goes to the funeral, of course. She does not cry. She wears a new dress that Aunt Sylvia bought her, when it became clear that Mother would not be able to pull herself together enough to handle the logistics of preparing her daughter for the funeral. Everyone keeps assuring Jane that the grief she feels is normal, and that she will feel better if she can cry and let out her feelings. She is given a week off school to mourn. Aunt Sylvia offers to let her stay over with them for a few days.

Jane does not tell anyone that, although she does not know the word for what she is feeling, she's pretty sure that grief is not it. She feels very dreadful indeed, that she cannot grieve her own grandmother.

The house on Gay Street seems to have died with Grandmother. Aunt Gertrude fades ever more into the wallpaper. She continues the routine perfectly, almost aggressively. It is as though Grandmother will return at any moment and Aunt Gertrude will not be the one to be scolded by her mother for letting the house go. Mother fades into herself. She stops going out, stops putting on her pretty, expensive clothes, barely leaves her room. She alternates between wild grief and furious merriment, dotes on Jane and refuses to see her each in their turn. Robin is devastated that her mother is dead. Robin is overjoyed that her mother is dead. Robin is finally free. Robin is more trapped than she has ever been.

It's Mary and Frank who keep the house going. Frank runs errands and takes Jane to school and sees to it that she has new clothes when she starts to outgrow her current ones. Mary keeps them fed and stocked and makes sure Miss Robin eats something every day. She lets Jane help her in the kitchen as much as she likes, because the poor child should have something to cling to, with her world in upheaval.

Irene Fraser learns that Victoria Kennedy has died. She makes some rapid calculations and decides that her brother must never know. If he is ever to move on from his youthful mistakes, he must never get wind that there is anything out of the ordinary in Toronto.

But Andrew Stuart bows to no one, and that spring he gets it in his head that he must see his daughter again. Irene tries to talk him out of it, argues and manipulates and, when all else fails, pleads with Andrew to leave the past in the past and let things lie. Andrew will not be swayed. He writes to his wife and demands that she send him their only child. 

Andrew's letter sends the house on Gay Street into renewed chaos. They had just started to claw their way out of the pit, to find a new balance and start living again. Aunt Gertrude continues to live by her schedule, keeping the house spotless and presiding over Jane's evening bible reading. But somehow, without Grandmother, she seems softer. Not more approachable, or kinder, or anything perceptible, but somehow Jane doesn't dread the evening bible session anymore. Mother, meanwhile, is slowly, timidly, starting to emerge from her overwhelming grief. She is fragile still, and rarely gets through the day without crying, but even that seems to soothe her. She doesn't go out, can't bear to face her pretty, glittering friends, not when her feelings are so big and so complicated and so overwhelming, but she resumes some of her correspondence. Jane is still dreadfully worried about her, and conspires with Mary to make all her favorite dishes. She asks Miss West if Jody couldn't come over in the afternoons, after the lunch rush, to sit with Mother and keep her company while Jane is at school, and Mother finds some life back teaching Jody to play the piano and taking her out for nicer clothes. Mary, who sees everything even if she doesn't let on, calls on Miss West and negotiates a fee for Jody's time, so that the poor girl won't find herself punished for wasting time.

When they receive Andrew's letter, they almost lose Robin again. Jane, who is by this point accustomed to thinking of herself as the secret head of the household, takes it upon herself to answer the letter. She shall not go to him, she writes. He has not wanted her until now, and she cannot leave Mother alone in her grief. Please do not write them again.

Andrew does not write to them again. Andrew goes to Toronto and knocks on the door.

It is very ugly, at first. Robin cries. Andrew demands to know why she didn't write to him to say her mother was dead. Robin, in a fit of bravery that could only be fueled by sheer emotional exhaustion, asks why he didn't write to her first, all those years ago, when she left.

The room goes silent. Andrew says he did write to her. Robin says she never got the letter. All three Stuarts, silently and with utter certainty, realize what must have happened to it.

In the end, Jane does go with Andrew to the Island. Andrew invites Robin along too, but she refuses. Better for father and daughter to spend time together without her, since she's had Jane to herself all these years. Privately, she knows that she couldn't bear to exchange so much as one word with Irene Fraser, not when she is so fragile and everything is so new. She and Jane write to each other regularly, and with no forbidden subjects. Jane discovers freedom, true freedom, on the Island, and Robin spends her time doting on Jody and, slowly, venturing out into the world. She wants to be brave for her daughter, wants to have things to write about that won't make Jane worry. To her own surprise, she realizes that, when she can set her own schedule, she does not mind going out. She missed the parties and the socializing, now that she can refuse an invitation when she wants to and choose for herself whether or not to spend an afternoon in. Robin and Andrew slowly get to know each other again, first through Jane's letters and, eventually, through their own correspondence. They continue writing after Jane comes back to Toronto for the fall.

That year, Andrew comes to Toronto for Christmas.

Next summer, Robin and Jody visit the Island for a few weeks.

Slowly, the family heals.

Send me an AU and I'll give you five an amount of things that would happen in it!

#audience participation #Batrachised #lantern hill book club

[adrian-paul-botta]

Memories of Lillian Gish

As told to Myrtle Gebhart

Motion Picture Classic (Brewster Publications - 1922)

Mary Pickford reminisces about the early days when she first knew the screen’s greatest actress.

“Lillian’s main qualities are her sincerity and loyalty.”

Mary Pickford, sitting there in the golden afternoon beside placid Lake Chatsworth, was opening the book of the past, that I might read the pages of one of most beautiful friendships on record. Years ago Mary and Lillian Gish met, when Mary was six and Lillian a year or two younger, children who labored before their time, knowing poverty, knowing failure. Today they stand, both successful, both women who have won the love and respect of the world. And they are still friends. They have never had a quarrel.

“Yes, I know Lillian is very fond of me, and I treasure her affection.”

“When we were small, Dorothy Lottie and I used to play together with Lillian acting as a sort of Little Lady Mother to us scatter-brained youngsters. She was always correct, always just so. We used to stand and watch her, fearful any moment that she would fly to heaven – for her mother had said she was too angelic to live!”

“Dorothy and I were pals then, but now Lillian and I have more in common. Though, to be sure, Dorothy is much more serious and has a keener brain than she is given credit for – this frivolity of hers I think is a surface coating that hides the real Dorothy.”

“Our first meeting was a casual one, in Detroit, when I was playing ‘The Little Red Schoolhouse,’ a play written by Hal Reid, Wallace Reid’s father. Mother had insisted that I couldn’t go with the show alone, so they had given parts to her and to Lottie. Jack, of course, was a baby. Later, at Toronto, Lillian took my place, playing the role I had created. But it was when we were all in New York that we really became friends. I had been called there to replace Lillian in ‘The Child Wife,’ as she had been offered a better part in another play. My mother had received a lucrative offer to go on the road, one that she couldn’t afford to refuse, so Mrs. Gish offered to take care of us children. Imagine having the three of us to look after, in addition to her own two! She was very patient and lovely to us, making our clothes and washing our ears! One of my happiest memories is of those months at Mrs. Gish’s house in New York. It was my first experience in the big city, and I envied Lillian her aplomb – with Mrs. Gish at one end and Lillian at the other, we would cross the crowded streets: all six of us holding hands for fear one of us would get lost!”

“Yes, Lillian is very remote. Even I who have known her since childhood I admit I am baffled at times. She is very elusive. Often I have an intangible feeling that I haven’t quite grasped her. She is remarkably subtle and fine in sensitiveness of thought.”

“She is so frail to have endured those years of hardships,” I suggested, alternating with Mary in petting Zorro her time-clock dog who howls regularly at quitting time, twelve-thirty and four-thirty every day. “So ethereal. That is the impression she gives every one.”

“And it isn’t so!” Mary exclaimed, a gleam in her hazel eyes. “Lillian is very slim but has an amazing endurance. Mr. Griffith works his people very hard, exacts every particle of self that they have to give to their work. Had Lillian been as frail as she seems, she could never have lived through these nine years of constant, nerve-racking work. In making the ice scenes for ‘Way Down East,’ she had to remain on that cake of ice near the rapids until actually numb.”

For a moment Mary was silent except for the tremulous quivering of her chin-a little way she has when excited. Always tranquil, having schooled herself through the years to absolute control, you can always gauge Mary’s emotions now by that little, almost invisible, quiver of her chin.

“Do you call this hot?” indicating that the sun melting in long, gleaming slants into the blue lake shimmering under its golden haze, the glare washing back from the sides of the high hills in the lap of which the lake is splashed, the perspiring actors resting under the trees. “I remember, in the old days, down in Arizona. We were making a picture for Mr. Griffith. They had to follow us about with umbrellas. It was 110 in the shade and no shade around. We could have fried eggs on the rocks. There were times when I thought I couldn’t endure another moment – until I looked at Lillian, so white and composed and tranquil. And I grew ashamed. She has a way of encouraging people, forcing them to greater effort.”

“Frail looking, yes. Her skin is milk-white, almost translucent, that finely veined kind, delicate as a petal.”

#lillian gish #mary pickford #motion picture classic #1922

[ppenvs3000w24]

Blog 3: The Privilege of Driving to Nature

Mcintosh described privilege as “an invisible knapsack of unearned assets ... of special provisions, maps, passports, codebooks, visas, clothes, tools, and blank checks” while Oxford describes it as “a special right or advantage that a particular person or group of people has” (Noel, 2000; Oxford University Press Editors, 2024). My personal definition of privilege kind of relates to my country, Nepal. When I think of privilege, I think of the rich tourists who go to Nepal to summit Mount Everest. Not only can they afford the expensive tickets, but they are also able to sit around doing nothing at the base camp while waiting for ideal weather conditions to summit the Mountain. They don’t even have to carry all their heavy equipment; that’s the job of the Sherpas; all they must carry is whatever they feel like carrying. At the same time, the Sherpas must plan their whole year around when and how many rich tourists they can help summit the Mountain. They are not afforded the opportunity to worry about their lives or how taxing carrying all the heavy equipment is on their body. If they don’t risk their lives, the families that rely on them risk starvation for the season, as growing their own food and making money through alternate pathways is nearly impossible. I am frequently reminded of the video where a Sherpa carried a dying tourist all the way back to safety, only for the tourist to go back home, become a celebrity, and not acknowledge the Sherpa who saved their life until the internet forced them to (Zachary Rogers, 2019). I believe the ability to scale Mount Everest, sometimes multiple times, without putting in much effort is the best representation of privilege for me.

A Sherpa carrying a heavy load for a climber on Mount Everest summit

Privilege plays a huge role in nature interpretation since people who are not privileged enough to experience nature interpretation do not even know what nature interpretation means. To the immigrant parents living in the Greater Toronto Area, nature and nature interpretation are not even in their mindset. Their mind is filled with how to support their family, whether they can afford rent this month, and if they can finally buy a car to open more job opportunities. I witnessed my parents go through this as my dad would work night shifts at a Petro Canada and then go to college all while relying on whether this bus would arrive on time. This posed an economic barrier for my parents to experience nature and nature interpretation, which was one of the five factors mentioned in this week’s assigned reading on ‘Why Don’t More Minorities Come?” (Beck et al., 2018). In the same chapter, the authors proposed that public transportation from urban areas to interpretive facilities would greatly alleviate the car economic barrier (Beck et al., 2018). I believe this is a great idea, as I experienced this myself while living in Ottawa, where I did not have a car. I wanted to visit Gatineau Park however, you cannot reach the park without a car or paying for a cab. The city provided free shuttle buses from urban downtown Ottawa to Gatineau Park to alleviate this barrier.  

Shuttle bus at Gatineau Park

References

Beck, L., Cable, T. T., & Knudson, D. M. (2018). Interpreting Cultural and Natural Heritage: For a Better World. In Interpreting Cultural and Natural Heritage: For a Better World. Sagamore Publishing LLC. https://sagamore.vitalsource.com/reader/books/9781571678669/pageid/152

Noel, J. (2000). Notable Selections in Multicultural Education. Dushkin/McGraw-Hill.

Oxford University Press Editors. (2024). Privilege - Definition. Oxford University Press. https://www.oxfordlearnersdictionaries.com/definition/english/privilege_1

Zachary Rogers. (2019, June 6). Man saved from certain death on Everest criticized for thanking sponsors instead of savior sherpa. ABCNews4. https://abcnews4.com/news/nation-world/man-saved-from-certain-death-on-everest-criticized-for-thanking-sponsors-instead-of-savior-sherpa-mount-ravichandran-tharumalingam-gelje-zone-rescue

[leafs-lover]

Too Far Gone - Part Forty Six

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Not a whole lot, angst and fluff, maybe some swear words

Word Count: 7000

Tia thought she would be nervous or anxious seeing her dad. She wasn’t. She thought she would be angry or upset having to remember everything he did. She wasn’t. She thought she would be flustered or start spiraling thinking of all the things she wanted to say. She wasn’t.

When she walked into the restaurant and said Paul’s name to the host, she felt confident.

He was already waiting at a table tucked towards the back, wearing khakis and a button up polo shirt. His light hair had even more grey mixed in than she remembered, the heavy bags under his hazel eyes told a story of their own. He stood up and gave her a hug, then tucked her chair in behind.

“Hi,” he beams at her. “How have you been?” Paul’s voice is soft but riddled with anxiety.

“Good.” Tia replies with a nod. “I’m waiting for exam marks, but I can’t finish any of my classes with a grade lower than 77%. I stopped working at the club and got a job at a local clothing store. The owner is also a designer, and she is very supportive of me, giving me pointers all the time. I go to therapy once a week. Taylour just turned three and had a Paw Patrol themed birthday party. But you knew all that didn’t you?” She holds him under a firm glare atop the menu, then drops it into her lap and releases an exhale.

It’s no secret that Paul has been keeping tabs on Tia. He’s offered money multiple times, came to Toronto and tried to meet with her. Beyond that, there were phone calls she never returned, a letter she didn’t bother to read, messages on social media that were ignored. Despite her attempts to keep him at bay, she always knew he was there giving her space, all while keeping a watchful eye. In all honesty she thought once she started working at the Brass Rail he was going to show up and drag her out by her hair, but even then he stayed back.

Paul shifts slightly in his seat and clears his throat. “Tia, I wish I could go back and undo it all,” he tells her, sincerity dripping off his words. “But that isn’t an option.”

“No. It’s not.” She sternly replies, anger riddling her voice as she glares at him. “But you had three years to tell me, instead you waited for Auston to question you on it.”

“I know and I –“

Paul moves to speak but Tia cuts in. “You were a single parent. You know how fucking hard it is to raise a child alone. The only difference is you had to do it alone, I didn’t. Auston would have been involved if he had the opportunity.” Only anger comes across because the alternative is pain, and that is something she is trying to avoid. “It was hell being a young mother alone in a new city, thinking the father wanted nothing to do with me, not having a single person to support me.”

The silence that follows her words is intense, awkward even, thick and suffocating as her eyes burn into him. Her intention in coming wasn’t to yell at him. Her and Heidi spoke about Tia’s goals, what questions she hoped to have answered and where she saw their relationship going.

She wants to have a real conversation with him, probably one of the only honest conversations they have ever had but seeing him triggered something in her. And before she can move towards a future relationship, Tia needs to get everything out in the open.

“You didn’t actually do it alone, not entirely. In Minnesota you had Grandma and once we moved some of the bases had subsidized daycare, there were tons of families who would help out if you were gone at night.” The more Tia speaks, the more anger and vitriol comes out. Each word burns her tongue more than the one before, but she can’t stop. “You had people everywhere we went! I literally showed up in a country with no job, no apartment, no friends. And within a month of me arriving, Auston was in Toronto signing his contract, practicing with the team. He was so fucking close, and I had no idea.” Tia tries to keep her composure but every time she thinks about how there were only a few kilometers separating them it tears her apart. A lump forms in her throat and tears brim in her eyes, her first sign of weakness since sitting down. “Did you know?”

“Hi folks, I’m Dan and I’ll be looking after you today,” the waiter dressed in all black interrupts. “Can I get you started with drinks?”

There is a delay, and maybe if it was longer he could have picked up on the tension. Dan might have seen the way Tia’s tears stung Paul more than anything else in his entire life, but only because those tears are for him, because of him. But to save the young man from being another casualty of his errors, Paul turns and fakes a smile.

“Uhm,” Paul clears the hoarseness in his throat. “Can I get a diet coke?”

“Of course,” he replies with a nod, and turns to Tia. “And for you.”

Tia’s fight or flight instinct was never to run. She didn’t in fourth grade when Molly Cauvinsky made fun of her for the hairstyle Paul spent over an hour on for class pictures. She didn’t in eighth grade when Kelti and Justine (the mean girls of her grade) were bullying her after moving to Belgium. She always fought back and stood up for herself (literally with Kelti), but that version of her has slowly faded with time. At this point Tia doesn’t think she has any fight left. She just wants to leave.

“Tia?” Paul prompts her.

“Sorry.” Tia shakes her head with a sniffle. “I’ll have the same.”

“Great, I’ll be right back.”

“Thank you.” Paul replies as Dan makes his exit.

“Did you know Auston was here?” Tia repeats the question, looking through her lashes, feeling the hot tears sting her eyes as she tries to blink them away.

“Yes,” Paul sighs and looks away. “I did. The fact you didn’t is shocking. Everyone in Arizona, Zurich and Toronto were talking about it.”

“So, it’s my fault?” Tia snaps, her face scrunching with disgust. “After you made me think he abandoned me I should have googled him? Kept tabs on the ex that I believed wanted nothing to do with me or his child?”

“N…no,” Paul stammers out awkwardly. “Not at all. None of this is your fault. I fucked up, so many times. The first when I made an assumption about the type of person he is, second when I broke into your accounts, third when…I mean the list goes on,” he sighs again and drops his shoulders at the weight of it all. “I did try to tell you. Every time I came to town you wouldn’t see me, or you’d hang up the second you heard my voice…I…I wanted to tell you I just never had the chance.”

“And that’s my fault?” There is venom in her voice.

His hazel eyes flash with pain, but Tia doesn’t care. She doesn’t care if hearing of her struggles upsets him or makes him uncomfortable, he deserves to take back some of the burden she has had to bear for the last four years. He deserves to feel guilty.

“No sweetie, not at all.” He emphatically shakes his head, unable to meet her piercing glare. “It’s all on me. I should have been a better parent,” he can barely whisper.

Tia looks him dead in the eye, trying to find any indication he isn’t being truthful, a hint of insincerity. Something to make her second guess (or quadruple guess at this point) her decision to come. She almost wants it to be there, because it would be easier to accept he hadn’t changed. But there isn’t any. Paul is being genuine, and in spite of her reservations, Tia believes every word he says. So, she takes a deep breath, and then another, trying to steady her beating heart.

“Something we agree on,” she mutters bitterly.

“Here we are.” Dan pops in at the best possible time with their drinks. He sets them down on the table and pulls out his notebook and pen. “Are we ready to order?”

“Can I get the portobello mushroom sandwich, with a Greek salad?”

“Excellent choice, the aioli is very good,” he smiles, scribbling down Paul’s order.

Tia hesitates and contemplates leaving yet again. The conversation thus far has spun in circles and maybe she isn’t ready to hear him out. On top of that, Tia barely glanced at the menu. She read the names of the dishes and looked at a couple pictures, then found herself re-reading it when she didn’t process anything, and then gave up on looking all together.

“Can I have the same please?” Tia requests because that seems easier.

“Nice and easy,” the waiter reaches down to collect the menus. “I’ll be back shortly.

“Thank you,” Tia forces a smile and lump in her throat.

“Every parent makes mistakes,” Paul speaks as soon as Dan leaves. “Mine just happened to be catastrophic. I genuinely thought Auston was a terrible match for you, that he’d do irreparable damage to your heart…I now realize it was me who did that,” he adds in after a pause. “If I could go back to the day he left Zurich, or that first date when you came home six hours late and give him a chance, I would. But I can’t. I can only accept my faults, try to move past them and hope you can forgive me.”

“That’s awfully wise,” Tia cocks a brow, and brings the glass to her lips to take a sip.

“Those would be the words of Dr. Fischer, the therapist I’ve been seeing in Berlin for the last nineteen months,” he explains.

“And what does Dr. Fischer think of you following me and my life over the last three years?” Tia probes.

“He told me I needed to find the true cause for my actions. And it wasn’t fair for me to keep forcing myself into your life if I wasn’t going to be honest with both me and you.”

Tia can hear a raw vulnerability in his voice, something else she never experienced with him. Apart from frustration over her poor dating choices, and disappointment when she lied or broke curfew, Paul rarely showed any emotion.

It always stung as a child when she asked about her mother and Paul brushed it off as if she meant nothing to him, she now understands and reciprocates that sentiment. But as an eight-year-old girl it baffled her why her dad was unphased talking about her “death” as this was supposed to be someone he loved and cared for. She often felt guilty showing emotion when her father didn’t, so to not only see his emotion, but feel it, Tia is a little unsure how to handle the situation.

“He told me I should leave you alone and wait for you to come to me, if you ever did. I listened to his advice for four months or so, then the article came out. That was kind of hard to ignore.”

“Right,” Tia nods, halfheartedly smiling as she lets out an uneasy exhale.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Paul offers.

The thing is, the first few days after the article, when Tia was at her lowest, a part of her wanted to call him - he is her dad after all. He had a hard time admitting his faults or when he was wrong, but the two of them became very close over the years. They had to, every time they moved to a new city he was the only person she’d know.

When she turned twelve he went to a bookstore and bought five different ‘how to talk to your daughter’ books on various topics such as dating, puberty and her period. He bought different types of products and sat her down, trying to explain everything that was going to happen one day.

He was the one who taught her to throw the right hook that led to her two-day suspension after Tia clocked Kelti in the jaw. And with weeks until the start of her senior year when Paul was relocated and Tia was left devastated, Paul was once again there to console her.

He went to every one of her dance recitals, and always gifted her a large bouquet of flowers afterwards. He stayed up until 3am trying to make cookies for the school bake sale, before finally conceding his skills were subpar and tried to play off bakery cookies as his own. He wasn’t just her only parent, whenever they would relocate to a new city he would become her only friend.

“No.” Tia shakes her head and looks him dead in the eyes. “Not with you.”

He’s just not that person to her anymore.

“Alright,” Dan pops in beside the table, holding two plates. He sets one in front of Tia and the other in front of Paul. “Do we need anything else?” He queries with a smile.

“No,” Tia turns to face him. “I think we’re good.”

“Great. Well enjoy.”

Tia picks up her cutlery and starts to eat. Neither one says anything, and Tia doesn’t really know if there is anything left to say. What is she supposed to say? It’s okay. I accept your apology and what you did. Your actions didn’t cause this trickle-down effect on my life that led to me being a stripper, who at times could barely face the reflection in the mirror.

Paul’s face twists in confusion, noticeably baffled by his daughter. He knew she was going to have walls, massive and almost unclimbable walls, but he hoped she was going to start letting them fall. Why else would she invite him to lunch across the Atlantic?

After watching Tia take a few bites of food and rinse it down, unable to bring her gaze up, unable to speak or do anything other than eat, Paul sighs and starts to eat his lunch.

“So,” he prompts her, breaking the bubble of silence that builds around them. “Tell me about Made With Grace.”

“Oh my god,” she almost laughs. Of course, he would know about her fashion line before a single picture or post has been made about it. “What’s there to tell? You know it all.”

“I know you made a second Instagram account with the name Made With Grace. I assume,” he emphasizes for effect, “it’s for a fashion line, but you haven’t posted anything, it’s hard to know for sure.”

“Yes,” she groans, shaking her head. “That is the name of my fashion line. I have made a few pieces, but I don’t know if I’m going to start it now or wait until I graduate, it’s a lot of work and I think I’m starting to hate everything I made.”

“I didn’t raise you to doubt yourself,” Paul asserts.

Tia sets down her fork and wipes at the edge of her lips. “Maybe I’ve changed.”

“No.” Paul shakes his head. It’s clear she isn’t being truthful to either one of them, not that he really blames her. “Circumstance has you scared. The fans and media haven’t been kind to you, and now you are constantly in fear of what will be said about you. You are so focused on how everyone else perceives you that you no longer know who you are.”

“You’re probably right,” Tia finally concedes after contemplating his words.

“Unless you live your days in a hole, people are going to talk. You had a baby with Auston Matthews, it’s obviously very hot gossip.” Tia almost snorts up her diet coke at his sarcasm. “They are always going to talk about you, why don’t you change the narrative?”

Tia stays silent for a moment, as if she is fighting over what to say next. “Might be the first useful thing you’ve said all lunch,” Tia retorts. Paul’s eyes go wide along with his jaw at her bluntness, but when he sees the faintest of smirks on her face, he sighs.

“Can I see?” Paul grins.

Tia smiles at him and grabs her phone from the purse that dangles off the chair. Unlocking the device, she opens the gallery and selects the album full of pictures of her clothes. Some on mannequins, others being modelled by her friends, even a few selfies of herself in them and slides it over the table to him.

Paul takes his time looking at every picture, zooming in, flipping to one from a different angle and back to the other. He asks questions about her inspiration behind each one, the various colours and fabric types she chose, but he didn’t have to do a lot because once Tia started talking it all came rambling out.

She tells him about her decision to start on social media and not use a store – even though she probably could have space at Celestes’. She explains how it will keep her start-up and product costs down if she produces every item herself, opposed to using a manufacturer and needing a markup. She tells him about the price point she was considering, and how Celeste told her it was too low, and that she is weighing the decision to raise it before her first sale.

“You’ve put a lot of work into this,” he tells her. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks Dad,” Tia genuinely smiles.

“So, when did you and Auston get back together?” Diet Coke once again almost spews from her nostrils. “I know it was after that banker kid, who, if we’re being honest, stuck around for far too long.”

“Will you stop stalking me?” Her eyes go wide, and she shakes her head in disbelief.

“Send me a text every once in a while and I will,” Paul replies, somewhat jokingly. “But seriously, I just want you to be happy, and if that’s with Auston –“

“We’re not together,” Tia quickly informs him, stabbing her fork through a piece of spinach.

“Tia, can we just skip the part where you lie to me?” Paul grins softly.

“I’m not lying. Auston and I…” There is a slight hesitation that if Paul didn’t know her so well he may have missed, but he does know her. He sees the way her shoulders fall and the way her eyes coat white with fear as she grapples with the admission. “We’re not together,” she finally admits, voice void of all confidence. “Things with Thomas – the banker kid - weren’t good. Not just with him, but a bunch of other stuff was going on and I sort of used him as a crutch to forget it all. That’s why I’ve been in therapy, working through it all, learning to love myself again.”

“I’m glad you’re doing better.” Tia can see the panic in his eyes he is trying to disguise as she speaks of a person long ago forgotten. “And I’m sorry things got to that point.”

“It’s not your fault,” she softly smiles to him. Falling silent for a minute, Tia lets out an exhale, picks up her glass and swirls the ice. For the first time since sitting down, the silence isn’t heavy and full of resentment, it’s almost peaceful, easy.

“Are you sure you’re not dating him?” Paul doesn’t accept her answer. He sets his cutlery on the now empty plate and pushes it to the side. Scooching his chair closer, he pulls his phone out and begins to scroll until he finds what he needs. “This?” he probes, showing her a picture taken of them at the park, sitting side by side with his arm over her shoulder. “Or this?” he scrolls to the next picture, one of them at dinner after she told him of her new job. “And what about this one?” Paul shows her the last picture, one where Auston is holding open the door to her building, Taylour is on his hip and Tia is beaming widely, happily laughing over something one of them said.

“What are you, TMZ?” She scoffs dryly, rolling her eyes.

“These are literally pictures he was tagged in on Instagram or Twitter. The entire world has access to them, blogs are speculating that you two are back together, these pictures are causing a shit storm online. I get notified when your name pops up on Reddit, it’s how I found these.”

“We’re just friends dad, nothing more.”

“I don’t look at my friends like this,” he pulls up the restaurant picture, that must have been taken after he said something funny or ridiculous. Tia has a slight blush on her cheeks and one hand on his thigh, while the edge of her lips are beginning to curl upwards, where Auston is full on smiling at her with a twinkle in his eye.

“Are you done?” She exhales heavily. “Why are you suddenly on the Auston train?”

Paul chuckles. “I trust you and your judge of character.”

“Oh, the wise words of Dr. Fischer,” Tia deflects, not wanting to talk about this anymore, and especially not with him.

“He might be the one who said it first, but I know it’s true.” Paul echoes. “Just like I know you have feelings for him.”

“Dad,” Tia warns, her voice firm enough for him to pick up on. He throws his hands up in defeat while cracking a smile, one that hits her face too.

Tia continues to pick away at her lunch while Paul peppers her with a million questions. Tia answers all the ones she felt comfortable with. She still has reservations about him and rightfully so. She shows him pictures and a few videos from Taylour’s birthday, and even heard a soft sniffle over the screaming children as he watched his grandson dancing with Marshall and Chase.

Dan cleared their plates and Paul ordered coffee and dessert. He didn’t even ask Tia if she wanted to stay, just assumed, but she doesn’t mind – Taylour did get his love of cake from somewhere after all. She knew the real reason was he wants to extend their time together; she doesn’t mind that either.

The decadent dessert was almost gone when Paul was rambling about Cherrie, a woman he had been dating for the last six weeks. He had a sweet smile on his face the entire time as he gushed about her and shared stories of their recent camping trip.

“She sounds amazing dad,” Tia says when he finally stops rambling. “I’m happy you’re happy.”

“Thanks,” Paul replies with a soft squeeze to the hand. “I haven’t been this happy with someone since –“ Paul’s face whitens, and Tia can practically feel the shiver erupt up his spine.

“Since Kylie?” Tia hesitantly questions, letting her gaze drop while she shifts in her seat.

“Yeah. I don’t know how you feel, but I personally try to not talk about her.” Paul explains, his face scrunching up in the process.

“Heidi makes me talk about her,” Tia says awkwardly. “A lot.”

“Luckily Dr. Fischer doesn’t anymore,” Paul replies.

“Well, I went to see her, probably why she still pushes it,” Tia mutters as the fork scrapes the plate to collect the final piece. Almost as if she is contemplating taking the bite, she stares at the fork, centimeters from her lips for a moment, before finally sighing and setting it back on the plate.

“You spoke with Kylie?” Paul sends his full attention to her.

“No,” she lets out a long sigh. “She wasn’t there but I did get to meet her new husband,” she adds softly, but Paul can sense the pain in her words.

“Ah,” Paul nods and clicks his teeth, attempting to hide his own displeasure. He picks up his glass and takes a sip of the drink, that is mostly melted ice with the faintest taste of diet Coke and follows it up by clearing his throat. Tia can feel his discomfort, almost more than her own. “You want to talk about it? About her?”

Tia leans back in her seat. “No,” she answers with confidence.

“If you ever do… or you have questions about her…I know I never really talked about her –“ he barely manages to stutter out.

“Why would I want to find out about a woman who abandoned me, abandoned us?” Tia’s tone is harsh. “The only question I may want answered is why she left, only she can answer that, but right now I just don’t care.”

“I get that, I used to care, spent years constantly wondering what I could have done for her to leave.”

“Dad,” Tia is quick in her response, the assertiveness catching them both off guard. Taking a breath to compose herself, she leans forward in her chair and grabs his hand. When she opens her mouth to speak again, her words are soft, barely louder than a whisper. Using the full weight of it seems too frightening right now. “You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s not your fault she left.”

“No, I know that now. It took me a bit, longer than it should have, but eventually I realized and stopped caring. It’s probably why I never told you the truth about her.”

Tia sighs. “You don’t have to justify how you handled that. For two years I thought Auston abandoned me and I dreaded the day Taylour started to ask why he wasn’t around, because I had no idea what I would have said. It’s not an easy topic to handle.”

Paul brings his other hand over hers and gives it a soft squeeze for reassurance. When he releases a shaky breath, followed by a sniffle, Tia realizes he is crying. Wood scraping on the floor is heard and she shifts to be closer to him.

“I’m so sorry I put you through that,” he whispers through jagged breaths, letting Tia hear all the pain he has been harbouring for years.

“Dad,” her voice cracks, but she has no more words. Instinct is to say something along the lines of “it’s okay” but she can’t say that. What he did is not okay, and as of right now she doesn’t forgive him, she is just open to the idea of maybe forgiving him one day. But, even if at some point she forgives him, what he did will never be okay.

**

Tia didn’t know how or why she planned her day this way. If lunch wasn’t going to be enough of an emotional roller coaster, or if she wanted to add some more excitement to her day, but after lunch she was venturing across town to Scotiabank Arena for a friends and family skate. It didn’t make sense for her to be there, given she isn’t a family member or dating a player, but there she was, with curls bouncing under the Leafs toque Auston had provided her, dredging through the slush covered parking lot. By the time she reached Auston who was lingering at the door, the bottom two inches of her suede boots were soaked, and fresh snowflakes littered her hat and shoulders.

“Hey,” Auston smiles and brings her in for a hug. “How’s it going? How was lunch?” Tia can hear sincerity in his question even though she knows his opinion of Paul and her decision to see him.

She steps into the warmth radiating off his body, her arms sliding around his waist. “It was…okay.” The truth is lunch wasn’t good, but it wasn’t bad. It was emotional, stressful and at times challenging, but she wouldn’t classify it as good nor bad.

He pulls back to scan over her face. She doesn’t look like she is fighting emotional turmoil or the tears that often accompany that, but she doesn’t look excited either. There is something about her that is off. Whether that is the result of seeing Paul, the regret in agreeing to come or a combination of the two, something is bothering her. Auston just knows.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” she nods, further burying her face against his chest.

“You sure?” He probes while quirking an eyebrow, unconvinced by her.

“I will be.” She nods again, this time tilting her head back to flick her eyes along his. Warm, reminiscent of home.

“Want to talk about it?” He offers, tightening his grip around her waist.

“Maybe later.”

“Okay.” His lips gently kiss her forehead. He knew she wouldn’t talk about it here, but he had to try. “Let’s get going.”. His arms linger a little longer than they probably should before letting them fall to her sides. “You excited?” He asks, opening the door for her.

“I guess,” Tia snickers, “haven’t been on skates in four years.”

“Every Minnesotan is ashamed of you,” he teases, casually strolling down the hall.

“Every Minnesotan is offended by your stereotype,” she claps back, taking her gloves off and shoving them in her purse.

“Fair enough,” he chuckles. “Don’t worry, a lot of the women can’t skate, you’ll fit right in.”

“It’s not my skating abilities I’m worried about,” she mutters under her breath.

Tia reaches for the handle of the dressing room but Auston having heard not only what she said, but the dread in her voice, grabs her wrist and pulls her to the side. “Don’t worry about them.” He tries to comfort her, “I’m going to be with you all afternoon. Same with Taylour.”

The truth is, Auston wants Tia to have a good time, not just with him, Taylour and the few teammates she has met on occasion. He wants her to get along with the women. He isn’t expecting her to become friends with them or even get along with all of them, but a couple might be nice for the few games she will attend.

Tia shoots him a soft smile, one that she hopes will tell him she was okay. It must have worked, because he smiles back and reaches around her, yanking the dressing room door open.

Tia instantly remembers the thing she hates most about hockey locker rooms, the smell. No amount of cleaning product or aerosol spray could mask the scent trapped in every orifice. The room is loud, multiple overlapping conversations, big broad-shouldered men and beautiful women sitting beside them, even a few kids mixed in. There has to be twenty different conversations ongoing, two babies are crying, its absolute mayhem, another thing Tia remembers.

“Mommy!” Taylour calls out when they step in, drawing the gaze of a few people in the room. Stepping over the bags and around the shoes that scatter the floor, she takes the seat opposite Taylour, and Auston sits beside her.

“You ready to skate?” Tia asks, bending down to undo her laces.

“Mhm,” Taylour nods with a smile carved into his face. “I just need my helmet.”

“Got that right here.” William, who is sitting on the other side of Taylour reaches in to the small Maple Leafs duffle bag and pulls out a blue helmet. Adjusting it on his head, he begins to snap the buckles in place. “And your gloves,” he holds out each hand and lets Taylour slide his fingers inside. Knocking on his helmet, Will smiles at him, “now you’re ready.”

“Can I skate now Daddy?” Taylour pushes off the bench and wobbles on his blades.

“In a sec, I only have one skate on.” Auston starts tugging on the laces to begin the process of tightening the second one as Tia slides her feet into her skates. A perfect fit – as if she should expect something else.

“I got him,” Will offers. Standing up in his booth, he runs a hand through his shimmering gold locks and flips them through the air almost in slow motion, like a perfectly placed shampoo commercial.

Grabbing Taylour’s hand, Will helps him maneuver the mess of items on the floor. With Taylour gone Tia returns to the task hand, tying her skates, something Auston used to do because she could never make it tight enough.

“Need some help?” Auston offers after watching her work on the same section of laces, never getting them any tighter.

“I –“ Tia always found him tying her skates to be such an intimate act. She never quite understood why, they were always in smelly locker rooms, or on a crowded bench at an outdoor rink surrounded by strangers. Two of the least romantic places she could think of, but the act of him doing it for her always felt so personal, private.

When Auston asked, it wasn’t a literal question, he was more so informing Tia that he would be tying her skates. He always let her try, sometimes even waited until she was finished only to shake his head and grin over how loose they were and redo them himself. Tying skates is such a normal facet of everyday life for Auston he never felt any hidden meaning. But, there is a small part of him that enjoys tying Tia’s.

Grabbing the sides of her right skate, he lifts it up in the air and slots the blade between his thighs then hunches over. Working his way up from the bottom he yanks on the lace tightening it a little bit more each time. As he passes the ankle, he pulls his gaze to hers and asks, “is it too tight?” to which she smiles and softly replies no.

Becks told her that stepping onto the ice after four years would be like riding a bike. She lied. Becks was a figure skater for eight years, so maybe for her skating was like riding a bike, but that wasn’t the case for Tia. With two feet barely on the ice she started to wobble and reach out for the boards when Auston’s strong grip found her elbow.

“Did you forget everything I taught you?” he teases once she steadies.

“You forgot everything I taught you about fashion,” she retorts playfully.

With a very dramatic eye roll, Auston spins in front of her and puts his hands on her shoulders. “Legs should be shoulder width apart.” He stops and waits for Tia to adjust, “good,” he nods. “Now you want to bend your knees a bit, until they are just past the toe-caps.” Tia once again follows his instructions. “Chest and head up, looking at the ice is how you kiss it.”

Once Tia was standing in the correct position and ready to start skating, Auston gave her a few more pointers. Tia did as she was told, and soon she was slowly gliding down the ice while Auston remained in front of her, holding her hands while skating backwards. Every time she looked down at her feet, he would lift her chin, and every time she began to wobble he would slow down to keep her upright, sometimes by putting his hands to her hips.

“Hi Mommy! Hi Daddy!” Taylour’s small, joyful voice radiates as he skates by.

“Wow, look at you, such a good skater,” she encourages him, feeling a sense of pride watching him maneuver around the freshly cleaned ice.

“Mhm, I have to go get Fweddie.”

Continuing to push out with his feet, Tia watches him slowly skate further and further away, trying to close the gap on Fred and Jessica who are waiting on the blue line. As he pushes faster and faster, his little legs begin to wobble.

“Oh!” Tia exclaims when he falls forward and lands on his chest. “He fell.”

“I see,” Auston spins to be beside Tia, and puts an arm under hers for support, not making an attempt to get to Taylour.

“Auston, he fell,” Tia repeats, firmer this time, panic becoming evident.

“Just watch.” Nodding towards centre ice, Tia watches as he positions himself on one knee, and uses his two hands to push off the ice and onto two feet. “It’s crazy what a good teacher can do,” he adds when Taylour resumes skating towards Fred.

“I wouldn’t know, my instructor had a tendency to get…distracted.”

Auston tries to hide his smile, really tries, but Tia’s playful tone makes his cheeks warm and pink. “Let’s go,” Auston slips his fingers into hers and ignores her teasing, however true it may have been.

True to his word, for the next fifteen minutes Auston was close by with that large smile still pressed to his lips. He just couldn’t shake it. During the first three seasons there were countless friends and family skates, and Auston often attended them alone. Sometimes his family was in town and would join in, but more often than not he felt alone while surrounded by others. Every time he saw Mitch kiss Steph or the Marleau’s holding hands, he found himself wishing Tia was there with him, and now she is. And it will take a lot to pull that smile from his face.

“Taylour come here,” Auston beckons him to centre ice by curling his index finger.

“Daddy, Fwed said I can shoot on him.” Taylour beams as he makes his way with a stick in hand, but it’s obvious he isn’t coming to see them and instead is heading towards the net.

“In a minute, come here for a second,” Auston tells him.

“Daddy,” Taylour whines, throwing his head up in annoyance.

“You can wait one minute.” Leaving Tia standing alone, he takes three strides and picks up Taylour, who starts to giggle as Auston tickles his side.

Auston half expected to find Tia on her ass after he left, but she was in the exact same spot, arms spread wide to help with balance. Fred skates over holding his stick, gloves and blocker and stops inches from Auston, sweeping snow over his ankles.

“Take a picture of us.” Auston shoves his phone into Fred’s chest, the two of them sharing a playful smirk.

With Taylour on his left hip, legs dangling on either side of his thigh, Auston throws his right arm over Tia’s shoulder. Her arm snakes behind his back, and he shifts to be closer as she leans into him. Her other hand finds its way to his chest and he holds them both, close, smiling while Fred snaps pictures of them.

“No more,” Taylour throws his head back dramatically.

“No more?” Tia brings her hand off Auston and gently runs them over Taylour’s chin. Uninterested in anything other than skating he turns away and lets out a deep huff. Auston and Tia share a brief glance, both of them silently saying ‘he’s your kid’ then he sets Taylour on the ice and retrieves his phone from Fred.

“Daddy, come play too!” Taylour grips his hand and tries to pull him over.

“I have to make sure Mommy doesn’t fall and break her leg.” Auston says somewhat sarcastically with a devious grin.

“Go play with him,” Tia shrugs his arm off her shoulder, attempting to act annoyed but the smirk says she is anything but.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Tia stays put for a second and watches Auston skate away, scooping Taylour up along the way. She watches Jason skate up with Anna and Julia, his two youngest daughters and the three kids practice shooting on Fred who makes dramatic attempts at every save.

Jason coaches them on how to properly hold the stick while Auston snatches the puck from Taylour’s stick and dangles around all three kids as they attempt to take it back. The laughter that echoes off the ice is contagious, euphoric, and Tia feels like her heart could explode just by watching.

As she takes it all in, she can feel her balance beginning to dwindle and decides to venture over to the bench before she falls. Tia tries to remember what Auston taught her and positions her left leg to point away from her body, and her right towards the bench where she can see Jessica sitting alone. Bringing her arms out horizontal to the ice, Tia pushes off with her left leg and slowly meanders away. Feeling her feet wobble under her body, Tia’s arms start to spin in large circles to help with balance and her eyes drop down to see what her feet are doing.

Almost instantly she hears the familiar teasing, yet stern voice of Auston, then feels him enter her personal space. “Head up Adams’.”

“How do I know what my feet are doing if I don’t look at them.” Her entire body starts to lean forward, the ice getting closer, but his hands are quickly on her hips, holding her upright.

“You just do,” his lips hover inches from her ear as he stabilizes her and helps guide her to the bench.

“Very inciteful,” she replies dryly.

“I know.”

Auston leans down and his lips press against her cheek. A short and sweet kiss that he didn’t even think about. It just came naturally and felt normal, like most things between them as of late.

For a while now, Tia had been feeling herself mold more and more into Auston’s life. In the past this aspect of Auston’s life scared her and as a result Taylour was largely kept out of it. Tia didn’t know how to keep Taylour involved but herself out, then it hit her, she can’t. She has to be involved otherwise Taylour won’t be. While that concept used to scare her, she didn’t feel that once while out on the ice. She felt like she was exactly where she needed to be.

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do u know anything about the toronto goth scene? a friend of mine wants to visit the city but like realllyy wants to go to a goth club - it seems like there's a facebook group that's supposedly kinda hard to get into? sorry if this is a little weird i know people don't normally ask about IRL meatspace stuff on here

not a weird question at all!! honestly i dont know if any goth clubs still exist at all in the city, only occasional goth events at a few places... a cursory look tells me that bi monthly goth event is happening at see-scape this saturday, the baby g is gonna have some kind of classic 80s goth&post-punk dance party on the 17th, and i know emo night at sneaky dees every friday is pretty popular (but that will be more like mcr type stuff rather than actual goth shit). there is an alternate clothing store called borderline plus near queen west & spadina, so going there and checking for flyers about anything happening might pay off? i dont use facebook and am not in any group so i cant help you with that :( i really wish i could give you a more helpful answer

sad to say but it feels like goth has really died at least in north america (well maybe things are different in proper big american cities like la or whatever) idk if its just that the like mass shooting moral panic successfully killed it in the mid 2000s or if its just the way rising prices of rent and everything have just killed anyones ability to run alternative spaces at all, its pretty sad. i wish i knew more goths irl myself it feels like this is the continent where the average "goth" is just a taylor swift fan who wears black :(

theres a pretty vibrant diy/hardcore/screamo scene in toronto too that i know a few people who are pretty involved in and could ask around about that kind of thing for you as well, but thats really really not the same as a goth club lol... forgive me for not being able to help you better but there just isnt really much at all any more. maybe i should try to get into that facebook group and see if there is like anything at all

#even just doing a little sniffing around online a few events that existed seem to have died off during the pandemic too... #really sad to see

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It’s Monday, so get in the time hole and listen to Casual Trek’s new episode!

Star Trek: The Animated Series’ “Yesteryear” shows how cavalier Starfleet is when they’ve got a time hole to play around in, and Spock has to save himself as a child. We get to see some weird kid’s fashion and a guest appearance from the voice of Godzilla!

Star Trek: Voyager goes back only a single day, but that makes all the difference if the world’s ended in the last 24 hours. “Time and Again” pushes Janeway and Paris to a place with some dubious clothing and an impending apocalypse. Will they break their own rules and mess with the timestream? It’s Janeway so the odds are ‘yes’.

Finally with Strange New Worlds we watch “Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow” where La’an and an alternate reality Kirk are trapped in 21st century Toronto and if one person’s future is saved the others’ will be destroyed. There’s also some shoplifting and hustling chess groups.

You can find Casual Trek on all podcatchers in all timelines, and here: https://anchor.fm/casual-trek/episodes/Playing-in-the-Time-Hole-e2eohl7

Next week we’ve got a special guest star with Celeste from Celeste is Best and Nerd & Tie will join us to talk about Trills!

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For the nosey asks 😁 24 33 45

Thank you for asking, Cee!! <333

24. What are three places you want to travel?

I wanna go all over Europe but more specifically Paris and London because of the museums! But in my wildest dreams, I'd love to go to Egypt to see the pyramids and the archaeological sites.

33. If money was no object, what would your wardrobe be like?

All witchy but also fancy and all black everything. When I did this internship at an art gallery, my coordinator always dressed in basics, flowy pants, fitted tops and fancy shoes, and you could tell her clothes were super expensive and she just had this poise and elegance about her because of how she dressed, and that's exactly what I'd love to exude.

45. What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?

Ohhh goddddd I still think about this and laugh to myself. LONG STORY. Ok so, this was from when I was living in Toronto in 2019. I matched with this dude on Tinder and went on a first date which had been surprisingly nice, so I agreed to go for a second date. The guy was adamant that he wanted to go to this place called 'snakes and lattes' or something, but because it was a bit far from where I was (and me being new in the city and all) I said I didn't want to, and proposed an alternative. We get there (AND THE PLACE WASN'T CROWDED AT ALL) and he was like "ohhh it's pretty crowded and there isn't a place to sit, but there's a snakes and lattes like a block away." So I was like, FINE, let's go.

It has to be said, that on the first date I didn't dress up at all, literally went without makeup and my hair a whole mess, but because I had enjoyed my time, I really dressed to impress the second time. So we get there, and it's a crowd straight out of an episode of The Big Bang Theory and it was just a cafe where you can play boardgames. Which sounds fun, but I literally beat the guy at every game we played and he was getting annoyed over that, so he cut the date short. I also felt super stupid with my gold hoop earrings and my black sweater and nice boots all overdressed in this place just playing boardgames while he was in a sweatshirt lmao. THEN, he didn't give me a heads up that you had to pay 15$ JUST to get inside the place, plus whatever you ordered. And he knew I was on a pretty strict budget because I went there on a scholarship, and I was administering my outings strategically to save money, so when I got the bill, I was like, wait!? WHAT? I literally ordered a 3$ latte??????? And he didn't offer to pay or anything, when he was the one insisting on this place specifically. Afterwards I was so annoyed and he wanted to go somewhere else but I told him I just wanted to head home. And then he messaged saying, and I quote, "I was very nice but he could tell I had a bright future ahead of me but he didn't see us getting any further."

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Does this mean the girls aren’t harassed for dress code violations if a bra strap is showing or someone deems their shorts too short?

Canadian high school defends transgender teacher who wore enormous prosthetic breasts underneath tight T-shirt to class

Kayla Lemieux, a teacher in Ontario, Canada, began her transition a year ago

The school has defended her and said they want the site to be safe for all

The manufacturing technology teacher went viral on social media this week 

By MAILONLINE REPORTER

PUBLISHED: 07:37 EDT, 18 September 2022 | UPDATED: 14:02 EDT, 18 September 2022 

A Canadian high school teacher has sparked controversy after pictures emerged of her wearing large breast prosthetics while teaching students.

Kayla Lemieux, a Manufacturing Technology teacher at Oakville Trafalgar High School in Ontario, has been pictured online taking classes while wearing the huge prosthetics, which stretch her clothing and stick out prominently.

Ms Lemieux, who began transitioning from being male to a female a year ago, has gone viral online after students took photos and videos of the teacher, seemingly without her knowledge.

In response, the high school has doubled down and defended their employee, writing to parents and explaining why they support Ms Lemieux's gender expression, Reduxx reports.

The school is said to be expecting protests when it opens on Monday since the photos went viral.

In a statement to parents, the school said: 'As a school within the Halton District School Board (HDSB), Oakville Trafalgar High School recognizes the rights of students, staff, parents/guardians and community members to equitable treatment without discrimination based upon gender identity and gender expression.

'We strive to promote a positive learning environment in schools consistent with the values of the HDSB and to ensure a safe and inclusive environment for all students, staff and the community, regardless of race, age, ability, sex, gender identity, gender expression, sexual orientation, ethnicity, religion, cultural observance, socioeconomic circumstances or body type/size.'

Although some on social media were supportive of the alternative body shape created by Ms Lemieux, many disagreed that it was appropriate in a school setting.

One user online described her prosthetics as 'hilarious'.

They wrote: 'I'm sorry but this is hilarious and nothing you can say will change my mind.'

But several others said that the presentation of femininity was 'misogynistic'.

Another wondered whether the prosthetics meant she has 'the largest bust in Canada'.

The school pointed out to parents that it is subject to the Ontario Human Rights Code, which protects gender identity and expression as human rights. 

HDSB Chair Margo Shuttleworth told the Toronto Sun that staff are looking at 'going through creating a safety plan' to ensure the Oakville Trafalgar High School teacher's security as they prepare for potential protests when the school opens for classes Monday. 

'This teacher (who teaches shop) is an extremely effective teacher,' said Shuttleworth. 'All the kids really love being in the class.' 

The school is expecting protests and anti-protests when the school opens tomorrow. 

MailOnline has contacted Oakville Trafalgar High School for comment.

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general details.

full name:  alexandra raina nuñez.

nickname(s): alex, lex, lexi, lexstasy (stage name only).

name meaning: alexandra: to ward off, defend, protect, raina: queen, nuñez: son of nuño.

age:  22.

date of birth:  december 27th.

place of birth: toronto, canada.

current location: toronto, canada.

ethnicity: dominican (afrolatina).

gender: cis female.

pronouns: she/her/hers.

sexual orientation: lesbian.

romantic orientation: homoromantic.

religion: currently atheist, raised catholic, currently athiest.

occupation:  stripper but she tells everyone she's she's cocktail waitress.

education level:  currently a college sophomore, sports medicine major/social work minor.

extracurricular:  none.

living arrangements:  off campus in a 2 bedroom apartment with her mom under the condition chad never comes back and he never gets their new address. 

spoken languages: english, some spanish (yo no sabo rep).

physical appearance, etc.

faceclaim:  alycia pascal-pena.

hair color and style: black, thick, often curly, sometimes worn in braids.

eye color: brown.

eyesight: 20/20.

height: 5’6”.

weight: 121 lbs.

body and build:  petite, toned, athletic, curves.

tattoos:   tbd.

piercings:  earlobes, hoop in her right nostril, septum, various ear piercings.

clothing style:  whatever she's comfortable in tbh but she's a tomboy so she leans towards that when it comes to fashion unless she's on stage. when she’s on stage, she’s much more femme.

distinguishing characteristics: her smile.

signature scent: vanilla bourbon perfume.

health.

mental disorder(s): n/a/

physical disorder(s):  n/a.

allergies:  shellfish.

sleeping habits:  late nights for work and early mornings for class means alex doesn't get enough sleep, she runs on caffeine and tries to nap whenever possible.

eating habits: she doesn't have a consistent eating schedule and does a lot of late-night eating but she tries to make up for it by being relatively healthy, she isn't always successful though.

sociability: not the most social, very much sticks to the people she knows.

addictions:  none.

drug use: weed almost daily, isn't opposed to party drugs but doesn't do them often.

alcohol use: when she's working, if not it's socially or just a beer after a hard day to unwind.

personality.

aesthetics: bloody knuckles, hoop earrings, old school hip hop blaring through her airpods, seeing red, horror movies, a pile of dead vapes, combat boots or the newest sneakers on her feet no in between, freshly rolled blunt between her lips, energy drinks, late nights, street races, the smell of perfume masking the smell of weed, fighting outside of bars, yelling at the TV during various sports, being secretive, hard time breaking habits, snarky remarks, running from the cops, smoking and drinking more to cope

positive traits:  independent, resilient, loyal.

negative traits: harsh, troublemaker, temperamental.

goals and ambitions:  to be successful.

astrology: capricorn sun, scorpio moon, pisces rising.

personality type:  istp.

moral alignment: chaotic neutral.

hogwarts house: slytherin.

element:  fire.

primary vice:  pride.

primary virtue:  justice.

favorites.

weather: cold, snowy, pure winter baby.

color: green.

music: hip-hop/r&b/reggaeton/alternative.

movie:  set it off.

sport:  hockey.

beverage:  cookies and cream milkshake or any milkshake reallly.

food: chimichurri (dominican burger) and poutine.

season: winter.

family, relationships, etc.

mother: emily nuñez.

father:  unknown, chad kent (former step-father).

significant other: n/a.

best friend: tbd.

exes: tbd.

sibling(s):  none that she knows of.

children: none.

headcanons.

main difference is this is her first time stripping and she never left to ajax.

she’s currently a sports medicine major and wants to be the physical therapist for the maple leafs one day.

very secretive and private, learned how to be at a young age to keep the abuse in her household a secret.

after her repeat of senior year, she took a year off to figure out her life. during this time she’d gone no contact with emily and tried to start over. the following year she enrolled in university.

(cancer tw) she came into contact with her mother again over the summer after chad left her and she was diagnosed with stage 3 cancer.

alex supports herself and emily financially and takes care of her mother.

watches a lot of cartoons/anime and almost every kind of sport.

wanted connections.

exes.

crushes. (requited or unrequited)

hookups. (former/current)

friends.

besties.

enemies.

gaming buddies.

gambling buddies.

smoking buddies.

drama. angst. give it all to me.

anything and everything we can come up with. 

#about.

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"GIVE THE CRIMINAL "A FIGHTING CHANCE"," Toronto Star. July 13, 1918. Page 11. ---- Founder of Honor League of Canada Vividly Describes Workings of Organization. ---- THOMAS O. WOODS founder and general secretary of the Honor League of Canada whose motto is to give the criminal "a fighting chance." --- "We ask a fighting chance." That is the vibrant appeal of the Honor League of Canada. founded by Thos. O. Woods, a man who served 3 1/4 years In Auburn Penitentiary for robbery, and who, after succeeding in "hitting the straight road" himself is now bending all his energies to help unfortunates who are not strong us he and who, he is convinced. will follow the narrow path once they are put on it with sound foundation.

"I have hundreds of times seen men who had paid for their crimes walk out of prison, only to be shunned and shoved dwn deeper by their fellow-men," Mr Woods told The Star today.

The Terrible Stigma. A man who has done a wrong, and sometimes he is unjustly accused, comesinto the free air again with the feeling of the stigma of crime burned into his soul. He wavers at the glance of his brothers on the street, even though he he fired with the determination to go straight. This feeling is accentuated by the frigid reception he receives, and everywhere he applies for work there are the inevitable questions to be answered, "Where did you work last?" "Where are your recommendations?" Without them, he is shown the door, with the result that he grows despondent, and with crime the only alternative to earn his bread and butter, he is forced back to his old haunts."

Thus the Honor League has been founded, by a man strong and capable enough to surmount the obstacles in his way. Now the organization has the backing of hundreds of the big men of Canada, who have investigated and seen the fruitful results of Mr. Woods' labors. Some of the men who have given testimonials and signified their intention of lending the utmost support are Sir Percy Sherwood, Bishop Sweeney of Toronto, Bishop Farthing, J. Tremblay, Director of Public Safety, W. P. Archibald, Dominion Parole Officer, and countless others.

A Remarkable Fight. The story of the man who is at the head of this movement reads like a novel. Born in the vicinity of Toronto, and having lived here for a number of years, Mr. Woods went to the States while still a boy. He settled in Syracuse, and after a somewhat checkered existence, he was finally convicted of robbery in the third degree. He was sentenced to three years and three months in Auburn Peaitentiary. Four years to the very hour after his release Mr. Woods spoke in Westminster and First Presbyterian Churches to capacity audiences in the town where he was formerly hounded from day to day by the police, and where finally he paid. for his culminating crime

"It was a strange feeling." declared Mr. Woods. "The last time I left Syracuse I was the butt of every policeman and ordered to get out of town. Coming back this time I was hailed as a friend, not only by those poor unfortunates in jail, but by the police and every influential person in Syracuse."

Works Out Salvation. Mr. Woods, in relating his own later experiences, said: "I arrived in Montreal May 28th, 1913, after serving a sentence in a State prison in New York. I had with me my mother and three-year-old son and exactly ten cents in my pocket to start life over with, but fully determined to carry out the plans I had laid down in prison - plans which would work out my own salvation -and then, again, I had promised my Redeemer I would after my release, devote the rest of my life to the cause of the ex-convict. I decided to carry out these plans in my home town, where everybody knew me, for, somehow, the most despised person in the world is the ex-convict, I hope that this will not always be so.

The Inevitable Question. "After 10 days of more planning and thinking. I started out to find work, dressed in an ex-convict's outfit, rough shoes and prison made clothes, and the only recommendation in my pocket was a letter from the principal keeper of the prison had just left as regards my ability to work hard. My belt was drawn tight, for I was hungry. Can you imagine a man in that conditions asking an employer for work, while outside looking through the window was a detective who had recognized the prison-made clothes, and was trailing me to see what he could get on me. Every man who leaves prison without friends or money has to go through that.. Place yourself in that man's place when the employer asks, "Where did you work last" or let me see your recommendations."

"After weeks of searching I secured a position with a transfer company at $1.29 a day, of 14 hours, and seven. days a week, handling baggage. I stayed at this work just two weeks. Unable to stand the work any longer through lack of nourishment, the best I could do was to get odd Jobs here and there. After several ups and downs yet with my purpose as fixed as ever, in March, 1915, I pald a visit to Bordeaux Jail, accompanied by one of the chaplains, and informed the inmates that there would be a place for them to come. after release, if they meant to live an honest life, and in May following I opened a "home" at 115 Milton street. We hope to have these homes all over Canada."

How Criminals Are Aided. A. M. Nicol, prison Inspector for the Volunteer Prison League, and former editor of the Montreal Weekly Star, in a letter recently received, recalls the time when Woods was leaving Auburn prison determined to make good and consecrating himself to aid his less staunch fellowmen.

The League Itself was founded by Mr. Woods on July 5, 1915, and incorporated Dec. 5, 1917. It was reorganized on June 10, 1917, and placed on its present successful basis. Within the last year the League has disbursed, 11,518 meals, 4,085 lodgings and given away 1,000 garments.

The sum of $2.869.90 was expended on the men within the year, and the men, though being placed on, their honor have returned $1,805.25. The record speaks for itself. The men are taken from prison or from the street after they have been discharged from prison, and the honor system applied, which means "to give the man a real fighting chance in a man's way, and not a stingy appllcation of cold charity."

700 Men Cared For. Since the founding of the League, over 700 men have passed through." Only eight per cent. have gone back to prison, and it is believed that after next May, when the Province of Quebec goes dry, that a still better showing will be made. Of the above number, 51 have enlisted, 46 of these before conscription was put into force. Mr. Woods has received many letters from these "silent heroes." who though they win honors on the battlefield are not given full credit because of the fact that their past stands in the way of publicity.

Mr. Woods clted an instance of the workings of the League right here in Toronto. Yesterday he visited a little store in the west end of the city and informed a young wife that her husband who had been liberated from a Quebec prison, had applied to the League for assistance. He was given food and clothing, and placed at munitions work at Trenton. When he learned Mr. Woods was coming to Toronto he asked him to tell his wife that he had gone to work and would not come home until he had "made good."

Purposes of the League. Summed up briefly the purposes of the League are: 1. The reformation of the criminal; 2. Protection for those unjustly accused; 3. Probation for first offenders, employment, and when necessary. food and shelter for discharged prisoners; 4, necessary aid for prisoner's families: 5, supervision for those on probation and parole. and lastly, prison reform.

"It is a large bill, but we are going to fill it," said Mr. Woods. "I have been asked several times to try and interest the people of Toronto, by citizens who could not carry the whole burden of the organization. The work has so far been handled from most every important prison centre. The work has so been handled from Montreal, but we are anxious to establish the league in every town or city where we can get sufficient people interested to carry it on.

"A Fighting Chance." "Any person who is desirous of contributing to the work, or who wishes more information, or again, persons who would organize a general meeting of some kind to further this great work could have prompt attention by applying to me, care of the Honor League of Canada Inc., 251 St. Antoine Street, Montreal.

"Our object is to give the ex-convict a "fighting chance, because the majority of these men will become producers instead of consumers, if given that chance," says Mr. Woods. "Besides, to save a man for useful work in this great crisis is a real war work."

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Catch basins and culverts meant to divert the creek’s move beneath the sewer pipe have been usually blocked by leaf particles and sediment carried by the creek. The retaining wall on the west facet of the sewer pipe crossing had also deteriorated and was creating an added danger of the pipe breaking. The sanitary sewer system collects wastewater from your house via a pipe known toronto sewer as a sanitary lateral. Each yr, approximately sixty five kilometres of sewer pipe is cleaned throughout Georgina. The majority of the time, residents usually are not aware this work is taking place. Given that sewer pipe cleansing is routine maintenance work where there are no service disruptions, no notice of disruption of service is offered.

To guarantee the safety and health of you and your family, make sure to practice routine septic tank maintenance (inspection, cleaning, pumping, and repair). Septic backup can sewer repair be dangerous; backed up water could leach into your water supply, doubtlessly contaminating potable water. Our septic system repairs may embrace putting in back-water valves to forestall backflow.

This consists of but is not restricted to asphalt, concrete, paving stones, vegetation, gravel, decorative rock or different options. Protective covers are required when the sanitary or storm sewer inspection chamber is in a travelled space or inside 2m of a driveway. If the inspection chambers are sewer backup not protected and turn out to be broken, a sanitary or storm backup into your home is feasible resulting in important property damage.

Some companies really go the additional mile for his or her prospects, while others are only in it to grab your cash and go. A sewer alternative is a very big job and we strongly recommend discovering sewer camera inspection toronto an organization that does good work. Tree roots are one of many top exterior causes of issues with your sewer traces. Tree roots are interested in the… ummm, “fertilizer”… within the wastewater.

A new pipe is then pulled via the existing pipe, which bursts the old pipe into pieces while concurrently laying new pipe. If any of the above is the case for your sewer line, then sewer repair or substitute might be needed, and to do sewage repair this, there are a few options to select from. To avoid such issues, should you expertise any of the above, call Eco Pro Plumbing and Drains and request a sewer camera inspection to get the situation assessed.

The same rules for flushables apply to houses with on-site systems (septic tanks and fields). The above items don't shortly biodegrade and therefore take up space—and they might intrude with the conventional operation within the tank and tank maintenance. If Code violations or signs of attainable future problems are detected, then the Inspector will comply with up on these toronto sewage matters with the owner. This may involve enterprise some or all of the steps pertaining to Phase II maintenance inspections. Once you've accomplished the work, please notify us at  and we'll full a re-inspection. An extension may be granted or an Order to Comply beneath the Building Code Act may be issued if the Inspector determines that the required work has not been completed.

An alarm may be added to a backwater valve to provide you with a warning that the valve has been engaged and is limiting circulate back toward your basement. When you hear the alarm and if you see that the valve is engaged, it means that the backwater valve is working as it should. Do not bathe, flush toilets or wash clothes till the system has returned to routine functioning, as further water will not flow out of the residence when the valve is engaged. You can resume routine use when the alarm and the backwater valve are now not engaged. Backwater valves have been necessary in new houses after 2004 (stormwater) and 2012 (sanitary), however some older properties have had them put in retroactively. The City will rebate as much as a most of each of the person rebates available at the time of the submission of Part 1 of the application type.

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