Whip It Good!

James Cannon, coming in HAWT.

[gentlemanlosergentlemanjunkie]

[a-cleanlook2-deactivated2020060]

Brie Larson

[my-male-gaze]

[jamiecannon]

trevor-cannon‌:

I’m your brother, I barely count. What happened?

You count more than most because you’re my brother.

Work sucked.

[jamiecannon]

naomi-fazer‌:

She made up most of my childhood. Ohhh god, does that make me old?

Shhh, she’s evergreen. No one can judges us. As long as she stays looking thirty, no one can guess when we fell.

[jamiecannon]

trevor-cannon‌:

I did. It’s Lizzo. Jeeeeeeesus Christ, what’s your deal today?

I’m over men. All of you need to be shipped to an island. And then that island should be nuked.

[jamiecannon]

naomi-fazer‌:

Ok, I see you.

The ultimate diva.

[jamiecannon]

trevor-cannon‌:

My gym playlist is like 90% Madonna.

Get your own queen.

[jamiecannon]

out of the frying pan

the kitchen was moving and fast and loud, but jamie could still feel the tension in the air snatching at her nerves. it felt like every hair on her body was standing on end.

head chef lucas had just insulted her twelfth dish of the night and everyone knew it was absolute bullshit. jamie may not have been the best chef in the kitchen, but that was purely due to not having as many years of experience as the rest of them. they all knew that if she had just two more years under the built, she’d cook them under the stove with her eyes closed.

and yet, here this bastard came again, his eyes locked on her station, a turned lip frozen on his face.

“what are you doing now, cannon? where’s the bisque?” his voice was too loud. he had no reason to shout, it was just to get everyone’s attention. another humiliation moment.

but jamie was professional. she was cool, everyone told her she was cool. just be cool, jamie, stay cool.

she kept mincing her chives. “guillome’s got it simmering, chef. had to step away to finish the potatoes, chef.”

lucas was a tall man, but he stooped low to make sure his nose just barely brushed her chuck. jamie braced herself for it. “but i told you, since you want to be absolutely shit today, to work on the bisque. did i not?”

“yes, chef.”

“so then why the fuck are you in garde manger?”

jamie bit her tongue. “as a favor--”

“a favor? cannon, you’re the sorriest excuse of a cook i’ve ever met. no one’s asking you for any favors. get back to tournant,” lucas sneered. as he walked away, he passed by another sous chef and chuckled. “absolutely fucking useless, sin’t she?”

that was it.

jamie yanked her hat off her head and stabbed it on the cutting board with her knife.

the kitchen went silent. all eyes were on her. this was a long time coming and they were ready for the show.

lucas’ eyes flicked between her and the pierced hat, but jamie just stared at the knife. the knife was the only thing keeping her sane at the moment and she knew if she looked away, then it would somehow find its way into chef lucas’ chest.

“cannon, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

jamie’s hands shook on the table. “my letter of resignation.”

there was a quiet murmur that echoed across the kitchen. lucas looked around nervously. the staff all appreciated jamie, which is why he resented her so much. if she left... “oh please. you wouldn’t dare. you need this kitchen.”

jamie snatched the knife expertly and pointed it at him. “i don’t need you, you ingrate. i’m fucking good. i’m fucking amazing. and i can do this anywhere else.”

“not if i have anything to say about it!”

“go ahead and blacklist me. i’ll make my own space. i’ll open my own restaurant down the street and crush this place. i’ll grind it under my heel like a clove and leave it to smell and rot.”

everyone was staring at her. she could feel every gaze scathing her skin, worse than any grease burn she’d ever experienced.

jamie pinned her chef hat to the board with the knife again before rolling her personal knives up. without another thought, she stalked her way through the maze of the kitchen, head held high, and out the backdoor.

no one came after her. no one begged for her to stay. and she had not expected them to. that’s not the world she lived in. in the culinary arts, it’s every person for themself. cutthroats and backstabbers, the whole lot of chef and cooks.

and now she was unemployed and blacklisted. lucas would make sure she couldn’t find work in any kitchen in a twenty mile radius.

but she simply couldn’t have stayed. her pride wouldn’t allow her.

now that her adrenaline was drooping, though, she could feel the tears pricking the corners of her eyes.

this was all she ever wanted in life. she just wanted to cook. she wanted to give people new experiences and flavors and joy and warmth. she wanted to experiment and create and refine and perfect.

trevor had found his calling helping the troubled youths of new york and it was a noble job, but he’d had to go through a lot of rough to find it.

unlike jamie. jamie had known that this was her toxic, twisted, beautiful world since she was eleven years old. and she wanted it so bad.

with a roar of fury, fear, and pain, she kicked the dumpster in the alley. fire shot from her foot up her leg. she definitely just broke a toe. or three.

sniffing up her tears, she started hobbling out of the alley to make her way home. she had to make good on her promise to demolish lucas.

she had to get even. she had to get to work.

[flawlessbeautyqueens]

[jamiecannon]

Madonna raised me and I love my mother.

[jamiecannon]

trevor-cannon‌:

I’ve lived without before, I can do it again. It’s not that deep. I’ll go see the coffee man for wifi, keep food at work. It’s fall so I don’t need heat yet.

It’s not your kitchen.

Get out. Get out before I put you in the hospital. Go live in squalor if you want, but you’re not doing it here.

[jamiecannon]

jack-dawsonnyc‌:

That’s a lot of snacks.Jesus.

Wow, you had me in the first half, I’m not gonna lie. But that is pretty sweet, that you found something you like, even if you smell like onions.

Do you get used to it? The onion smell?

I have a very big stomach.

I worked my ass off for it, so it’s only fair. Maybe one day I’ll get out from my boss, Satan, and own my own kitchen. And yes. It’s everyone else that doesn’t.

[jamiecannon]

jack-dawsonnyc‌:

Jamie, how did you know that ‘fuck your boss’ snacks are the best?

So, professional chef? Good gig or no?

Because I’ve been making them since I was twelve.

Oh, it’s fucking terrible. You literally have to either be insane or have a parole officer breathing down your neck to make it in this industry. Long hours, hostile staff, no social life, and you walk away always smelling of onion no matter if you used any or not. I’m obsessed with it.

[jamiecannon]

trevor-cannon‌:

Oh my god, who knew working in the kitchen would make you Gordon Ramsey. I’m telling you dude, it’s gonna be fine. If I had to sacrifice anything it’d be electricity. 

You’re a valuable street fighting ally is what I’m hearing.

... You do know your fridge, wifi, a/c, and heat all run on electricity, right?

Get out of my kitchen, Trevor.

[jamiecannon]

jack-dawsonnyc‌:

Jamie. A pleasure. 

A snack from a professional chef? Who believse that food shouldn’t have an overload of cilantro?

Yes. Please.

How about scratch pizza rolls? Got a bit too much marinara leftover and fuck my boss.

[jamiecannon]

trevor-cannon‌:

I want the espresso and less heartburn, is that so wrong of me? I’m full of those good points, sobriety gave me clarity. I plead the fifth with the hamster, may he rest in little rodent heaven.

Most of the population isn’t my sister. 

Just get some caffeine pills, it’ll have the same effect without being a lie. Whatever, Trev. But if you come up short, I’m not lending you anything this month. I’ve got some stupid late fees to pay.

Most of the population also doesn’t have access to titanium boning knives and a blowtorch.