Annie Mosity. Yes, my name is a cheap pun.

I like making things, complaining, and complaining about making things.

I try to blog enough pretty clothes to make up for my constant complaining and fandom nonsense, because I really love pretty clothes.

But I'm also a big ol' queer who cares about politics, so there's that.

My art tag is this.

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27th March 2012

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ugh and fraser just assumes there will be a next time FRASER

Ray: “I just like a woman who is, you know, a woman!”

Fraser: “Oh, that’s—that’s picky, Ray.”

Ray: “Oh, don’t get in a snit.”

Fraser: “I’m not!”

Ray: “Well good!”

Fraser: “Fine!”

Ray: “So what’re you doing after work?”

Fraser: “Nothing with you.”

Ray: “You’re so sensitive!”

Okay, and Ray’s…good lord, I don’t even know what to call that.  Casual cissexism and biological determinism and binarism?  It’s a pretty gross comment.  Anyway, Ray’s grossness (and written-in-the-90s-on-a-cop-show) aside…this exchange is a great example of what is so delightful (and so totally moiraillegiance) about Fraser and Vecchio’s relationship.

Tagged: ray vecchio internalized some terrible shit let's not lieray vecchio was also written in the 90s for a canadian show about chicago copsdue southsome like it redannie cheers herself up through canadian tv shows