#bijackkelly

[fuck-customers]

I had the nicest elderly gentleman come in today. 😭😭😭 He left his hat on the plane and had left the TSA secure side so he couldn’t go back and get it so I went in to get it for him. He tipped me 5 dollars and promised to write the company about how wonderful I was. 😭😭😭 It was so refreshing.

[lettering-is-my-music]

Can you do Abraca-fuck you? (If not I totally understand and you’re so talented!)

thank you!

buy me a coffee?

send my askbox requests; selling all calligraphy notecards this week for a flat rate of 10$ per card, the rest will be thrown away

[transcarlo]

Morris/Oscar 160

“Do you think you can teach me that?”

Oscar shrugged. “I guess. Come here.”

Eight year old Morris Delancey sat on the floor next to his brother. 

Oscar put his project to the side and picked up an extra needle and a scrap of fabric.

“You’re probably too young to thread a needle by yourself,“ Oscar explained.

He cut a length of thread with his teeth.

“I’ve seen you do it,“ Morris pointed out. “Let me try!“

Oscar handed his brother the needle and thread. With a serious look on his face, Morris licked the end of the thread, and attempted to push it through the hole in the needle. After a few attempts, he sighed and silently handed the two back to Oscar. 

Oscar threaded the needle quickly and efficiently, then handed it back.

“I think you can tie the end off.“

The result was clumsy, but serviceable. Morris beamed.

Oscar folded the scrap of fabric he’d picked up.

“Now let’s sew along this edge.“

He guided Morris’ hands, through the fabric and back up.

“Got it?“

“I think so?“

“Just repeat that until you reach the edge of the fabric.“

Morris nodded. His stitches were clumsy and large, but that would improve in time. Oscar smiled and picked his own project back up. There was something less lonely about sewing with his little brother beside him.

[chiscribbs]

Morris Delancey is my son and your headcanon post on him made me weep. I love him so much?

Me too tho!!!Especially when Mike plays him, he's so good at adding depth to a character! I just- agh, I really wish we'd gotten to see a little more of him in the show, but at least we have the trading cards to fill the void.

[fuck-customers]

My coworkers are complete MORONS who voted against the unions collective bargaining agreement and so now we don’t get a pay raise from 9.48 to 11.10 at my location and I honestly hate every single person who voted no because they’re a greedy bastard who wanted more money. Fuck y’all. I needed that pay raise. I’m so angry I can’t see straight.

[transcarlo]

If you're still looking for writing prompts Oscar coming out to Morris as trans.

[Modern AU]

He never really had to come out to Morris.

By the time Morris was old enough to remember anything, Oscar had cut his hair (locking himself in the bathroom for an hour with scissors), and never wore any of the dresses still hanging in his closet (the last time they’d tried to force him into one, he’d screamed and bit until they got the picture.)

-

When Oscar was twelve (this was three years after their mother failed to get full custody, probably because she couldn’t stop calling their father curse words in court), nine year old Morris found his brother crying in the bathroom.

“Did you hurt yourself?” he asked innocently, seeing the bandages on the floor. 

Oscar shook his head and wouldn’t explain. He didn’t take his shirt off in front of anyone after that.

-

Their father (when he as home) called Oscar “R” no matter how many times Morris corrected him (he stopped trying after a while). When he was really angry, he called Oscar another name. Morris thought it was a curse word for years, until someone told him it was a flower.

For whatever reason, it always set off Oscar’s temper. Morris didn’t dare ask why.

- 

The girl who sat behind Morris in tenth grade English (a loudmouth know-it-all) stood up one day to make an announcement.

“Hey, so, uh, I’m transgender. Please use he/him pronouns for me and call me Jack.”

Morris snickered. 

But when he went to meet up with Oscar after school, he was sitting in the back of the art room with Jack. Oscar looked happy in a way that Morris had rarely seen him. And Oscar had no qualms about using Jack’s new name and pronouns.

Morris didn’t quite apologize, but he did make sure to use the right name and pronouns from then on, even if he still didn’t like Jack much.

-

“Are those drugs?” sixteen year old Morris asked. “Can you hook me up?”

“They’re hormones,” Oscar explained. “It’s medicine.”

“Aren’t hormones those things they teach us about in sex ed?”

“Yes.” Oscar seemed to be looking everywhere but at Morris.

“What do you need them for? You don’t have enough of your own or something?”

“Something like that.”

-

Morris was almost eighteen when he put it together.

“You’re trans, aren’t you?” he asked. “Like Jack.”

“You just figure that out?” Oscar asked, wrapping his knuckles. 

“So what if I did?” Morris retorted. “Anyway, I don’t care.”

Oscar shrugged, as if it didn’t matter. But Morris could see him smile as he turned away.

[transcarlo]

Oscar Delancey Headcanons

I’m gonna take this as an opportunity to talk about the verse of that minific I just posted (AKA trans Oscar feelings everywhere)

Oscar knew he was a boy about as soon as he knew what boys were

His father hated him for it

His mother was surprisingly supportive

But she divorced their father when he was 9 and lost her case for full custody. For all Papa Delancey was an asshole, he could seem pretty normal.

Mama Delancey on the other hand had trouble controlling her temper and spoke her mind even when she shouldn’t

She got the boys every other weekend

Luckily Papa Delancey worked long hours and usually wasn’t home.

Oscar basically raised Morris from that point on

Mama Delancey started supporting him with the idea that it was a phase that Oscar would get over, and as another way to fight with her husband

She legally changed his name at age eight, and did all the paperwork to make sure his school would treat him as a boy, intending to scare Oscar back into normalcy and annoy Papa Delancey

Only the latter worked

Which is how Oscar managed to basically fool the whole world into thinking he was a cis boy

When he got older she got better about genuinely supporting him, and helped him get therapy appointments and hormones and all that.

Oscar wasn’t actively trying to hide his identity from Morris. It just kinda never felt like a good time to tell him. Oscar just assumed he’d figure it out eventually.

Jack is the first person Oscar really tells. They’re good friends for a while.

Oscar does boxing in high school and it somehow turns into a career.

He’s as confused as everyone else, but he goes with it.

[transcarlo]

Morris and Oscar and either L or Q

Q. One missed call.

Oscar’s phone doesn’t get much use. He’s had the same flip phone since 2006, and Morris is one of maybe five people with the number.

Morris. Oscar’s boss. Uncle Weisel. And possibly one or two of the guys Oscar’s been sleeping with. If he hasn’t blocked them by now. He does that when he’s done with people.

Morris is strangely transfixed by the sight - so uncommon in his life - of Oscar’s phone buzzing against the kitchen counter, where Oscar left it charging this morning. He forgets to bring it in to work half the time.

Hesitantly, Morris picks the ringing phone up. He doesn’t open it, because that would be rude. And nosy. 

But if he just glances at the caller id, well, that could have happened anyway.

It’s a number, not a contact. Wrong number? Marketing?

He puts down the phone. It’s Oscar’s business, not his.

And if he watches Oscar closely when he checks his phone that night, well, that could have happened anyway.