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I'll always love a good Dizz tag rant about how much plastic fabrics suck ass <3

FVDSHKFBHDSUGDEWHJKFBZXJK im glad i have a brand!!! because like if someone doesnt need polyester for a specific purpose for its specific properties, why WOULD you prefer it over a natural fibre for an everyday use????

like. ethically sourced leather (which is a byproduct of the meat industry, cows are always going to be killed or will die for one reason or another, wasting their skin when it could instead be a Really good textile is STUPID and ILLOGICAL) or wool (something that will always be available as long as sheep roam this earth, and DOES NOT harm the animal and actually is integral to their survival!!) or cotton or linen or silk or whatever will always be a better, more ethical and healthier choice!!!!!

like just off the top of my head, linen is always going to be a better choice for bedding than anything else, especially in the way its literally a Stronger textile when wet, and its breathablity and antibacterial properties. all things you want when using and caring for your bedding????

cotton is GREAT for underwear and clothing kept close to the skin because of its breathablity. by the fucking way, ppl with vaginas? if youre wearing polyester underwear Every Day, i hope you know youre literally just inflicting yeast infections upon yourself??? like wearing cute lacy undies is great once in a while, but pleaaaaase. wear (loose fitting) cotton underwear to sleep, especially.

and also, wool is the greatest insulator that you could possibly get, and is key to making sure you dont also sweat (which can be dangerous and also gross even when its extremely cold), and is a great thing to use in your doonas if you can afford it (WHICH I CANT AND I CRY EVERY TIME)

like, yeah theres ethical issues regarding natural textiles, like leather dyeing processes (and that its an animal byproduct, which im not gonna talk about indepth bc idgaf), and the historically (and currently) evil practices being used to farm cotton, and the widespread fast fashion-ification of Everything rn even with natural textile garments.

but like. think about it in comparison to the mass manufacture and discarding of polyester fabrics, and the microplastics going loose in every single wash, and how polyester waste is literally just PLASTIC waste, so when your PU leather coat disintegrates, thats just going to go in the bin, where as a coat made of real leather is going to last for however as long as you can keep it conditioned and protected from damage (which can be fucking DECADES)

also, synthetics are Fine. like they have a time and place especially in the medical field and in situations where you reaaaally dont want anything coming in or out of what youre wearing. nylon was fucking revolutionary as the first entirely synthetic textile so like. i dont hate polyester? but again it has a time and place!!!

like, polyester is cheap as fuck, and if polyester or "cotton rich" (aka poly blend) bedding or clothing is all you can afford or find, then cool! im sorry about that, but i have no qualms about it! ive bought polyester clothing, like, my work pants are all polyester, because they were the cheapest dress pants i could get at kmart that were my size after trying and failing to find smth in an op shop! but like !!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUGHGHGHGHHGHGHGHGHHHHH IF SOMEONE HAS THE MEANS TO BUY ACTUAL LEATHER (WITH NO QUALMS WITH REAL LEATHER OR W/E) AND THEN GOES TO DROP HUNDREDS ON A PU LEATHER (AKA PLASTIC) COAT, IM GONNA MAUL THEM!!!!!

anyways in conclusion, as i always say:

#(none of this post is pointed at u jess btw HAH)#literally though i saw a coat at rivers the other month and it was like. $150 for a fake leather coat.#and like. i have two real leather jackets and Both of those combined cost less than that #and every time i think about it i get saur mad #ANYWAYS SORRY I TOOK THE OPPORTUNITY TO RANT IM SO SORRY JESS GHJCKDBSGHUFHDSJFBDSVNDS THANK YOU FOR THE ASK IT MADE ME GIGGLE #asks #jessiesjaded #long post

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manontrashbeak · 6 years

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Complicated

So this is my fic for @angelesblackqueen for the KoA fic swap. She said she liked Malide and AUs. If I can write gay imma write gay y’know? Also tagging the amazing accounts who put this all together @bookofmirth and @rayonfrozenwings

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Manon was downright pissed. The Yellowlegs bitch somehow took her ward and is now asking for twice as much as her supplier was asking for. Her gang, her grandmother, was counting on her to collect the newest batch of laced heroine and get it dispatched to their sellers quickly. Their clients were getting pissy and when clients get pissy they stop paying.

Walking towards the Grunge and Glory, she knew two things. The first being that her grandmother was going to be at her door in no less than a week. The second being she should kill the entire Yellowlegs gang so Iskra can stop making her life a shit hole. She walks into her tattoo shop that she and her close knit group run to pay for their house. The rest of their money, which is quite a lot, comes from the smuggling they do for her grandmother’s business. Manon was raised by her grandmother and didn’t feel like only having her to fall back on so she got trained in tattooing.

“I don’t know, maybe you shouldn’t have had sex with a guy in the back alley of a bar in Moncrief.”

“He was attractive and, besides, you could tell from across the bar he was packing.”

“Packing what? A gun?” Some of the Thirteen laugh at Kaya’s innocence. She has only ever been with one person, something only she can say inside the confines of their friend group, and that would be Thea, her lover and reason for joining a drug dealing gang.

“No, you dumbass, a big dick actually,” Vesta says once Manon pulls back the curtain. “I see you guys are doing work,” She says, rolling her eyes at the women slumming around their shop. “We work very hard, thank you very much,” Her cousin and closest friend, Asterin says without any hint of sarcasm.

“Mmhmm, I’m sure,” Manon sets down her bag. She knew from the moment she saw a tattoo gun she wanted to learn how to use one. Her grandmother didn’t approve of course, but she could do both.

“What do you think our FBI agents look like?” Asterin asks from her own work chair. “I think they are all gross, old, white men who jack off while we’re changing.”

“Asterin, ew, can you not? I’m eating?” Sorrel says while indeed eating a salad. Manon shakes her head and slightly smiles at their conversation. The joke that the FBI watches people is absurd. If they did she would be in prison along with everyone else in a this dark world.

Elide disliked a lot of things. Her uncle, her boss, her lamed leg, but more than anything, she disliked this godsdamned diner more than anything. Her parents died when she was eight and left her with a trust fund, but it had all been spent by her dick of an uncle way before her eighteenth birthday had arrived. The consequences of her uncle being a drunk are that while she was working her internship she needed to pay rent, buy food, and basic necessities by working at this shit diner in the middle of D. C. The people who frequently visited the diner were either stressed, but kind, college kids and drug addicts who made her want to spit in the already watered-down coffee.

She had just gotten to work and changed into her short, skimpy uniform when the cook decides to start throwing a fit. She walks into the dirty kitchen and sees the one of the waitresses dropped a plate. She watches the cook yell in a language she never quite identified and walked out to start on her tables.

The food was cheap, and they did have running WiFi which were the only reasons she could ever reason for someone wanting to voluntarily eat or even breathe here. Elide limps over to table five already writing down Johnny’s order, but when she looks up it is not Johnny sitting there. White hair, leather jacket, long black nails, sitting in her shitty diner. Elide drops the order pad and the beautiful woman looks at her with a completely blank face. She blushes up to her roots and bends down to grab the pad from it hit the cracked floor.

“Um, uh, sorry... what can I get you?” Elide has never been more flustered, or terrified, in her life.

“Anything not made by the back alley rats,” The woman’s voice was low and soft, almost as if she were in a bedroom with her. “That might not be possible,” Elide says and regrets it immediately. The woman, the only exchange in her facial expression a raised eyebrow, look out the window as if wondering if she would drag Elide herself to the back alley she just mentioned.

“I was joking the turkey club is actually some strange fish from South America that I’m fairly certain is poisonous,” She’s joking now, wanting to not be murdered by someone so beautiful, but when the woman looks at her again she has a softer expression. Not a smile exactly, but Elide doesn’t think she’s going to be sliced into anymore.

“I’m sure just the air in her makes me feel as if I’m going to have to go to the hospital for lung cancer,” She looks back out the window when she says,”Give me what you’d risk your life eating here.”

Elide is sure she’d eat anything but the French fries, and the blonde female sitting in booth five didn’t seem like she ain’t those often. She goes to the order shelf and puts in a order for French fries, hoping the woman doesn’t want actual food. Of course, she came here there’s no way she wanted food. So what is the reason that someone with perfectly toned blonde air and what looked like a very expensive watch doing sitting in this place?

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The plate of very greasy fries comes out in a just a few minutes, and Elide didn’t realize that she should have prepared herself for having to interact with the blonde again. Elide has known for a while that women have been as much as an interest as men for her, but after dating one of her cousin’s boyfriend’s friends she hasn’t been interested in anyone. Until now apparently. She didn’t know what is was, well she knew she was undoubtedly hot, but the combination of grace and violence made her antsy, in a good way.

“Here you go,” Elide sets the plate down, hoping she doesn’t drop it as she dropped her note pad. She didn’t want to get yelled at by Cook either. The woman looked at the plate and smiled. Elide almost collapsed. “Thank you,” She says turning the smile toward her, “Join me? I can’t eat all of this by myself.”

Was she flirting?

“Oh, I shouldn’t, I have other tables,” Even she didn’t believe that, with just a glance around the blonde could see that she was only one of three people in the restaurant. “You know what, sure.”

“My name is Manon,” Manon says and smirks while biting into a fry.

Shit.

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Elide had never wanted to stay, or go, to her shitty place of work until Manon started to stay at the place until closing every time she came in, and now she wanted to go every time her shift came around again. Walking down the street, she was just leaving her internship at the capitol when she ran into someone with very hot coffee.

“Oh, shit, watch it,” Elide whispers and looks down at one of her very precious, very expensive blouses she wears only to her internship. Much like her cousin, Aelin, she had been interested in how their country works since she was little. Before everything had happened, when she, Aelin, and Aedion were still little, they would play kingdom. Aelin the Queen, Aedion the Warrior, and Little Elide the Lady. Throughout the years her and Aelin decided politics was the best career choice for them, so they both went and got degrees in Political Science.

“Well, you- Elide?” She looks up to see the one person she was thinking about. “Manon, hi.”

Hi?

Manon’s lips turn up at the corners, and Elide blushes like the love-sick puppy she is.

“Hi, I didn’t mean to bathe you in my coffee, but you weren’t looking either,” Manon says still looking at Elide in a way that makes her think she won’t be able to talk right. “Oh, yeah, I was just thinking about y- my internship.”

Dumbass.

“Where do you intern?” Manon asks, tilting her head. The last thing Elide needed right now was for Manon to look... like she does. Elide has been thinking about this woman non stop since she met her. Which she should stop. It’s making her life an inconvenience.

“The capitol. Me and my cousin are interning with senators,” she has never in her life felt stupid, and usually, people don’t think she is, but Manon was so much. Her shoes cost more than Elide’s entire closet. And she’s never seen her wear the same ones.

“You want to be a politician?”

“Maybe, but I would rather work press or something. My cousin is the more controlling one.”

“Well, next time I see you I’ll pay you for the dry cleaning,” Then she’s off, walking away before Elide can refuse the money.

~~~~~ It’s a few weeks later, and her and Manon had argued a few times over the money she kept trying to give her.

“I owe you,” She says, thrusting money towards her.

“No, you don’t. It was a mistake,” Elide says waving the money away.

She had even tried to put it as her tip. Manon was persistent. Elide couldn’t figure her out. She would come in a 2 A. M. completely dressed in brands Elide probably couldn’t even pronounce. The real question was why come to a shitty dinner when you could just Postmates lobster bisque to your house?

“I never asked. What do you do?” Elsie’s was sitting in a booth with Manon eating French fries when she asked. Manon stills for a second before taking a bite of the fry she was holding.

“I smuggle drugs for my grandmother. I also own a tattoo shop with my friends,” Manon says as if she didn’t just admit to a felony. Elide doesn’t know what to make of what she just learned. She could be joking, but Manon’s face always changes when she kidding, and her face didn’t move. That doesn’t mean anything she could be trying to trick her. So elide decides to go with it.

“You don’t strike me as a professional criminal,” Elide says keeping her face neutral.

“That’s what makes me so good at it,” Manon finally breaks as her face morphs into the smirk that makes Elide shiver. Elide wouldn’t have known what she would do if Manon really was a drug runner. She very well could be with her clothes, and demeanor, and money she clearly has.

Elide laughs, and they move on and talk about Elide’s internship. At one Elide get Manon to admit what her tattoo shop is called, and she makes a vow to stop by. Aelin has been wanting a tattoo and that could be a great excuse.

~~~~~

It wasn’t until a few weeks later that Elide finally grew the balls to go by Manon’s store. Aelin refused to go because apparently she didn’t want to get a tattoo by someone who showed up at Elide’s diner at 2 in the morning. Makes sense.

Elide walks in and sees no one in the waiting room or by the reception desk. She walks towards the curtain about to call out Manon’s name when she hears a a voice. Elide knows she should just turn around and leave, but she’s always been nosy.

“The clients want their supply. We can’t just ignore the problem we have.”

“If we just killed the Yellowlegs we wouldn’t have a problem.”

Elide can’t tell if they actually mean murder or is that’s just a hyperbole for dealing with them. But the thought is still there: what if Manon really did deal drugs?

The voice attached to the very person she’s thinking of pop in, “We can’t kill them. Not now, anyway. There’s to many eyes on all of us right now for an entire sixty people to go missing. Killing them is the last resort,” The voice doesn’t sound like the one she’s been talking to four nights a week. This one is cold, dangerous, and deadly. This one would deal drugs and kill people.

Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit. Holy shit.

Manon wasn’t kidding when she said she smuggled drugs. She actually smuggles drugs.

Why has she been talking to me? Does she think I’m connected to these Yellowlegs people? Is she going to kill me soon for knowing?

Elide gasps and suddenly realized she needs to get the fuck out of there when the talking stops. She turns around and doesn’t bother being quiet when she slams the door open and sprints. She can’t run as fast as she wished she could with her ankle, but she damn well can get far enough away to get to civilization and disappear in a crowd. She hears the door to the shop hit the wall again and someone running after her. The footsteps close in fast, and she realizes just how much she underestimated the drug runners ability to run.

The person behind her grabs her arm and slams her hard in the building next her. She closes her eyes against the impact.

“Whoever you are, you better have an explanation for why you were in my shop,” Manon says right into her ear. Elide decides she’s probably going to die anyway and thinks to hell with being demure and says, “I came for a tattoo, but now that I’ve seen how you treat your costumers I’m going to give you zero stars on Yelp.”

Manon turns her around most likely recognizing your voice and just stares at her for awhile. Elide crosses her arms and waits not wanting to completely aggravate the murderous drug dealer.

“Well, it would be only fair for me to then report that diner for being shitty,” Manon says relaxing her body and smiles as if pretending she wasn’t just talking about mass murder. Elide uncrosses her arms and looks sideways thinking about if it was worth it to try to run. Manon motives and says, “Don’t, Elide.”

Elide doesn’t know what to do except stay still. Manon doesn’t y’all for a while and just stares at her more. Elide starts to fidget. She doesn’t know what she even came. Manon has never really shown interest in her, maybe she just wanted to get away from the luxury.

“If you’re going to kill me can you do it fast?” Elide says and Manon looks genuinely shocked.

“I’m not going to kill you,” Manon says.

“Why not?” Elide should really stop.

“Because you... you already know what I do,” Manon looks down at her hands as if embarrassed.

“I thought you were joking! I didn’t actually think you dealt drugs, for God’s sake, Manon!” Elide lost it at that point. Throwing her hands, yelling, pointing.

“Well, I wasn’t,” Manon says looking at her with the same expression she had when she looked down at her hands. She looks kinda... scared. As if Elide was going to kill her.

“Oh, really? No shit!” She should stop yelling.

Manon flinches at her tone and that gets Elide calm down. Elide starts fidgeting again until she quietly asks, “Why?”

Manon answers knowing what she meant. “The first night I came in I just wanted quiet. This other... gang took our supply that day. Everyone had been arguing and I was down listening so I started walking till I found your diner. You came out with that plate of just French fries and figured you would be good company. Then I found out you were connected to the government so I backed off. I didn’t want you to worry about having to protect me while also keeping the career you’re working toward.”

Elide doesn’t really know what to do with that. Of course her career would make this complicated, but there should be nothing to complicate. But Manon said she backed off. Did that mean she really was flirting for a while?

“Okay,” Elide says.

“Okay?” The other woman said back, “I’m sorry I’ve made this so complicated.”

Elide snorts. Complicated is one way to put this. “So you like me? You’re interested?” Elide asks finally just wanting a full, blunt answer.

Manon smiles and says, “Yes, I was going to ask you out the night I ran into you, but with you working with in the government... well, again it complicates things.”

Elide nods. She never really believed this woman would ever be interested in her sexually, let alone romantically, but she is. And Elide is still interested even though she isn’t sure what that says about her character. Manon was talking about killing people, she deals drugs, but she is still disappointed that she was never asked on that date.

“So... if I said it wasn’t a complication for me would you still ask?” Elide looks up at her as Manon’s small smile turns into a grin.

“Well, that depends...” Manon steps closer.

Elide smiles now too, “On what?”

Manon gets into her personal space, and Elide now has to look up to see her eyes. “Would you say yes?” Manon is basically kissing her now.

“Yes,” Elide breathes and fills the small distance between their lips.

Elide knows that this is going to be hard, but she can’t bring herself to care. She never knew how much she likes complicated until this moment.

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@cosmicrhetoric I feel like you would want to see this too.

P.S. don’t do drugs

#malide #tog #the thirteen tog #manon blackbeak #sjmaas #elide lochan #mentions elorcan #manon x asterin #gang au

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