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teacupfulofstarshine · 5 years

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but for just one day let’s only think about love

(a gift for my darling wife @notveryglittery!!! you mentioned wanting more fluff, and i have delivered! i hope you enjoy it, princess!)

summary: it's the eve of their big day, and roman and patton want everything to be perfect. luckily, they've got their best friends in the world helping make sure everything goes smoothly - and who could ask for better friends? (OR: an absurdly fluffy royality wedding fic written for my lovely wife dani!)

pairings: romantic royality, background romantic analogical

word count: ~5759

(cw: the briefest anxiety in the beginning, tooth-rotting fluff)

read it on ao3!

“Why did I let you talk me into wearing a white tuxedo?!”

Roman drapes himself over Logan’s couch, knocking his best friend’s newspaper out of his hands as he flops into his lap. Logan stares at him, unimpressed.

“I did not talk you into anything. On the contrary, I attempted to tell you that wearing a white tuxedo was a terrible idea.”

“Why didn’t I listen to you?!” “I have been asking myself that question since you met me. However, the reason you gave me for your current misstep was, and I quote.” Logan presses the back of his hand to his forehead and drapes himself against the back of the couch. “I have to wear a white tuxedo!” he gasps, imitating Roman’s voice and mannerisms to a truly creepy degree. “Only a white tuxedo will offset my perfect golden tan and make me appear to glow when the sunlight strikes me just so! And since Patton always calls me his sunbeam, it seems only fitting that I should be truly radiant for our wedding day! Though not as radiant as Patton of course - ah, my lovely fiancé! How have I gone more than six whole seconds without mentioning -”

“Alright, alright, I get it!” Roman grouses, shoving at Logan’s chest to make him stop. Logan sits up, adjusts his tie, and leans over Roman to get his newspaper off the ground. Rather than reading it, however, he folds it neatly.

“What is this really about, Roman?” “I’m regretting my fashion choices, Logan! Obviously, I -”

“Roman, be honest with me. It is not the suit which troubles you, is it?”

Roman sits up, clasping his hands together and leaning forward. He looks at Logan, dark chocolate eyes hidden behind his bangs. “It’s that obvious, huh?”

“Not to the average eye, perhaps. But we have known each other since we were approximately fourteen months old, Roman. There is very little that you can hide from me.”

“Geez, Lo, don’t I have any secrets?” Roman jokes. Logan rests a hand on his knee.

“Of course you do, Roman. But your insecurities, your . . . your fears should not be something that you attempt to hide, from yourself or from me. Please do not misunderstand me - I am not attempting to pry into your life.”

Roman quirks a half-smile. “I know, Lo. I know you’re just worried.”

“Tell me, then. What is troubling you? You . . . you are not getting the proverbial ‘cold feet’ about your impending nuptials, are you?”

“No! No, no, I absolutely don’t regret accepting Pat’s proposal! I - I love him, Logan. I love him so much, he . . .” Roman twists his engagement ring around his finger. “Patton is the best and brightest thing in my life. He genuinely loves everyone and everything so much, and he’s so kind and - and -”

“I understand,” Logan says. “I did not think that was the case, but it was necessary to eliminate it from the realm of -”

“What if it’s fucked up?”

Logan blinks. “I . . . I do not understand. Could you please expand on that statement?”

“I love Patton so much, Logan. You don’t even understand, I - I could live without food, without water, without oxygen, without anything as long as I had Patton with me. He’s so important to me and - and I just - what if something goes wrong tomorrow? What if there’s a hurricane? What if Emile loses his voice? What if someone drops my suit in a vat of grape juice, what if Virgil’s shop catches on fire and Patton’s dress is destroyed, what if Virgil ends up in the hospital, what if Patton doesn’t want to marry me, what if he stands me up at the altar, what if -”

“Roman!” Logan says. He shifts his hand from Roman’s knee to holding Roman’s hands, which have begun to grip painfully at his hair. “You are engaging in cognitive distortions which are sending you into a spiralling panic attack. Look at me, Ro - it will be alright. I am going to count for you.”

Logan’s voice is quiet and measured, breaths even and steady as he counts. He looks at Roman, who does his best to maintain eye contact. “That’s it, Roman. Take deep breaths. We are optimizing your oxygen circulation in an attempt to engage your parasympathetic nervous system. The process of counting out your breaths will -”

“Thanks, nerd,” Roman rasps softly. Logan smiles, squeezing his hands.

“Of course, prep.”

“I’m not - it’s not that I don’t want to marry him, Logan. It’s the exact opposite - I want to marry him so much that I’m terrified by the prospect of the wedding being anything less than perfect.”

“Realistically, nothing can truly be perfect,” Logan says. “Much of what exists in this world is inherently flawed -”

“Thanks, Lo, that makes me feel worlds better.”

“I was not finished. Much of what exists in this world is inherently flawed, and therefore striving for perfection is unrealistic. However, this does not mean that we cannot strive for excellence. I may not be able to guarantee a perfect wedding, but I can guarantee that I will do everything in my power to make sure that it goes as smoothly as possible. You are my best friend, Roman, and I will be here to support you in every capacity that I can.”

Roman laughs, once, before lurching forward and throwing his arms around Logan’s neck. Logan, knowing Roman better than perhaps Roman himself, has already braced himself for impact, catching Roman and holding him. One hand slides up to scratch the curls at the nape of Roman’s neck while the other rubs Roman’s back in broad, firm strokes. These are the motions that have been proven to be the most soothing when Roman gets like this.

“Thank you, Lo,” Roman whispers, and his voice is so choked that if he were speaking to anyone other than Logan, he would be completely unintelligible. “This - I - you - you’re my best friend, you know that, right?”

“Yes, Roman,” Logan teases. “I had assumed that was why you asked me to be your best man.”

Roman makes an indignant squawking noise. “You are my best friend, too, you know.” He feels Roman nuzzle just a little into his neck.

“Love you, Lo.”

“I love you, too, Roman. If it will make you feel better . . . I have made an Excel spreadsheet to deal with potential outcomes.”

Roman pulls away from him, snorting in laughter. “Of course you did.”

“If you do not want it -”

Roman wipes his eyes, giggling. “Don’t be stupid, I know how many hours you must have poured into that. Let’s see it, then.”

Logan can’t help grinning as he picks up his laptop. “It’s color-coded.”

“Of course it is. I’d expect nothing less from you.”

*~*~*~*~*

“Patton, I swear to whatever deity exists out there in the great unending cosmos of the universe, if you stand up from that chair one more time, I am going to yeet my fucking pincushion under your ass.”

Patton, who’d been halfway out of his chair, promptly drops back down into it, giggling nervously. “Sorry, Virge, I just -”

“You’re nervous about this dress because it needs to go well. I know.” Virgil pokes their head out from behind the folding screen where they’re working on Patton’s wedding dress. “You do trust me to know what I’m doing, right?”

“Of course I do, Virgil! There’s a reason we’re partners in Fabricadabra!”

“I still regret letting you name it that.” Virgil ducks back behind the screen, muttering to themself. Patton can only see the vaguest shadowy outline of them moving around the mannequin on which his secret wedding dress rests.

“You’re just as good a seamster as I am, Virge, I trust you to work on all of our orders! It’s just that - that you’ve never hidden something you’ve made from me before.” Patton looks at the floor, wringing his fingers together. “I know you want it to be a surprise and all that, but I get married tomorrow!”

“I know, Pats. I’m not, like, working on the seams or anything! I’m just doing finishing touches! I don’t want you to see it before it’s completely done because I want you to have the experience, tm.”

“Did - did you just say the letters ‘TM’ out loud?” Patton giggles.

“Absolutely I did, it was for the fucking -”

“Language!”

“ - freaking emphasis. This dress is the most gorgeous thing I have ever created in my life. This dress has been labored over - SLAVED over - for months. This dress contains my blood! My sweat! My tears! My -”

“Virgil!”

“Sorry, Pat, but you get my point! This dress is the most important thing I’ve ever created. It’s my best friend’s wedding dress. I want it to be perfect when you see it for the first time. I want you to see it in all its glory - I want you to see it perfect.”

“Virge, honey, you know I’m gonna love it no matter what! It doesn’t have to be a Dior gown, it’s going to be special to me because you made it! My best friend, my partner in business and in crime, my best - human!”

Virgil pokes their head back out, arching a perfectly done eyebrow. “Did you just call me your best human?”

“Well, yeah! I didn’t wanna call you my best man, cause you’re not a man, I -”

“Bold of you to assume I’m human, Patton.”

Patton laughs. “Does ‘best enby’ work, then?”

“You are too much sometimes,” Virgil chuckles, shaking their head as they duck back behind the folding screen. “You can call me whatever your gay little heart desires as long as it’s not ‘maid of honor’, Pat. I’m really not that picky.”

Virgil falls silent for a few more minutes. Their shadow moves more rapidly around the mannequin, and they alternate between muttering to themself and humming to themself. Patton recognizes about half of the songs they’re humming, and tries to sing along where he can.

“Patton, I love you, but you are so far off key you might actually be in another one.” Patton rubs the back of his head in embarrassment, fiddling with the fraying lace hemming his skirt. “Shouldn’t be much longer, just finishing up a little bit on the sleeves and the neckline.”

“How much overtime did you pull to finish this, Virgil? Have you been sleeping properly? Eating enough? Drinking enough water?”

“I have consumed the life liquid, yes.”

“Virgil!”

Virgil’s head pokes out again. Patton squints, leaning forward to see how much makeup is covering the dark circles that normally reside beneath their eyes. “Pat, I’m not gonna lie to you. I’ve pulled a couple all-nighters. But I’ve done my best to avoid them, and I have timers set on my phone to make sure I eat and drink water on a regular basis. I’m practicing self-care.”

“I’m proud of you, kiddo,” Patton says softly.

“I know, Pat. I just hope you’re proud of my work, too.”

“Virgil, whatever this dress looks like, I promise it’s going to be wonderful. You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you made it for me! And I know how hard you work and how detail-oriented you are and how super good at your job you are! I know you worry a lot about how good your stuff is, but I know it’s amazing!”

“Pat, stop, you’re gonna make me blush too hard for my foundation to cover.” “Why would you wanna cover up your blush, Virge?”

“I have an image to maintain! I am a cold and emotionless void!”

“You’re the cutest little gender-non-conforming void spawn I’ve ever seen!”

Virgil sticks their face out, cheeks and ears a bright rosy pink. “Patton, you are ruining my image right now.” Patton smiles unapologetically. “Come see your damn wedding dress already.”

“Language, kiddo, I - you’re serious?! It’s done, I can come see it now?!”

“Well, it’s as good as I’m gonna get it, so you might as well come look. Plus, I need you to try it on before the wedding to make sure you’re completely happy with it.” Patton almost trips over his own feet in his rush to get out of the chair as Virgil pushes the folding screen aside. All the air in Patton’s lungs leaves it in a single rush of breath.

“Well? You gotta tell me if you like it or not, Patty, I - Patton?” Patton’s eyes are brimming with tears, hands pressed over his mouth as he stares at the dress. The bodice is gold, with flowy, see-through sleeves of thin, delicate lace. There’s intricate needlepoint along the neckline and the waistline, with delicate floral embroidery on the bodice itself. The skirt is full and flowing, a gradation of blues. It’s so light it’s almost white at the waist, flowing into dark midnight blue at the hem, and the train is embroidered with stars and flowers. The layers of the skirt are varying colors of blue and white, and Patton is starstruck.

“You . . . th-this . . . Virgil, I . . . I . . .”

“Do you not like it? It’s too late to make, like, major changes, but I could theoretically change the - whoa!”

Patton throws himself at Virgil, sobbing openly and pressing soft kisses to their hair and cheek. “Oh, Virgil, it’s perfect!”

“You - r-really? You - you don’t think there’s anything wr-wrong with it?”

“The only thing wrong with it is that you think there’s something wrong with it! Virgil, it’s perfect, it’s everything I could ever want in a wedding dress! I couldn’t have done a better job if I’d designed it myself!”

“Yeah, there was no way in hell I was letting you design and make your own wedding dress, Pat. That would just be cruel.”

Patton hugs Virgil’s skinny little frame close to him, shaking with happy tears and soaking the sleeve of their hoodie. “Virgil, I could not have asked for a better wedding dress. Or a better wedding dress designer. I love it so much, I love you so much, I -”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I love you, too,” Virgil grumbles. They still kiss the top of his head before pushing Patton away. “Come on, Pats, you gotta try on this thing so I can make last minute alterations. With any luck, you’re only gonna get married once, so let’s go!”

*~*~*~*~*

“Where did you learn to tie a tie, the sandbox?”

Roman looks helplessly at Logan, red silk tie tangled around his hands and fingers. “That - Lo, what does that even mean?” Logan laughs, leaning against the doorframe. He’s already dressed in a tailored black suit, dark blue tie knotted snugly beneath his throat, hair neatly slicked back.

“It means that you are attempting to knot your tie with the skill and grace of a five year old in a sandbox. Was that not clear?”

“No, it wasn’t, Lo,” Roman grouses, standing up. Logan takes in his appearance - half-tucked-in shirt, unbuttoned vest, tie loosely slung around his shoulders. “But I appreciate it.”

“Roman, come here. Let me help you, alright? You’re going to look great.”

Roman tucks his shirt in and buttons his vest, letting Logan straighten and smooth his suit before taking the tie in his hands and beginning to tie it. “It still amuses me that you cannot tie one of these properly, Roman.”

“Hey! For all you know, I am the god of tie knots. I just pretend I don’t know what I’m doing so that you’ll keep tying them for me because I know how happy it makes you.” Logan smirks as he knots the tie, carefully adjusting Roman’s collar to make sure it lays flat over his tie.

“I would be inclined to believe you, but I know for a fact that you spent fifteen minutes prior to my arrival here standing in front of the mirror flailing that tie around pretending to be Amethyst.”

“Rude!” Roman screeches.

“Why? I am correct, am I not?”

“You’re right, but you shouldn’t say it!”

“On the contrary,” Logan says, “I am correct, and therefore I absolutely should say it.” He pulls his hands away from Roman’s neck, smoothing the lapels of his tuxedo jacket down neatly. “You may inspect my handiwork now, although I daresay you will find no fault with my knot. And even if you do, I can rest secure in the knowledge that it is infinitely better than anything you could manage.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re the most intelligent being that has ever lived, we get it,” Roman says breathlessly, staring at himself in the mirror. “I . . . th-this is really happening, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Roman. It really is. You are going to marry Patton today, and it is all going to be perfect.”

Roman’s hair is curled, falling neatly around his face in soft waves and ringlets that perfectly frame his eyes. Despite his penchant for dramatics, his makeup today is remarkably subtle. His eyelashes are darker and slightly curled, with minimal glitter on his eyes and cheeks. The boldest thing about his face is his bright red lipstick, perfectly matching his red silk tie.

“You look amazing,” Logan says. “I am proud to stand at your side as your best man.”

“Thanks, Lo,” Roman says, tipping his head back to knock gently against Logan’s shoulder. “But you can’t do that - not yet, anyway.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you’re not wearing any makeup.”

“Roman. There is a lifetime ban on you putting any sort of products on my face. You know this. Need I bring up -”

“Lo, please? I promise I won’t do anything too dramatic, and it’s not that I think you look ugly without it I just think it would complete the look! Please, please let me do this? For my big day?”

He bats his definitely-mascara’d eyelashes, and Logan sighs. “I reserve the right to veto the look if I think it is too ‘out there’, Roman.”

“Oh, thank you thank you thank you! You won’t regret it, I promise!”

Twenty minutes later, Logan is blinking at his reflection in the mirror to clear the phosphenes from Roman furiously blotting foundation against his face. True to his word, Roman has not done anything too dramatic - Logan recognizes minimal contouring on his cheeks, shimmery silver eyeshadow, the barest trace of eyeliner. He looks . . . he looks good.

“Do you like it?” Roman worries. “I can take it off if it’s too much, I -”

“Roman, I - it is - satisfactory,” Logan cuts him off, trying not to sound choked up.

“Damn it, Lo! You’re gonna make me cry with all your compliments, and if my mascara runs I’ll kill you I swear to God.”

“With your penchant for crying at emotional situations, I’m impressed that you think you’re getting through this wedding without wearing waterproof mascara.”

*~*~*~*~*

“Patton, if you don’t stop moving I’m gonna take your eye out with the mascara wand!”

“It’s rude to threaten someone on their wedding day,” Patton giggles. “It’s not a threat!” Virgil snaps. “You’re so damn ticklish and fidgety that I’m gonna end up accidentally stabbing your eye out! And then Roman’s gonna kill me to defend your honor and Logan’s gonna help because he’s been Roman’s friend longer than he’s been my boyfriend and -”

“Virgil! Calm down!” Patton says. He gently takes their hands, careful not to let the mascara smudge on his gloves. “I’m sorry, I’ll sit stiller. More still? I’ll fidget less, I promise.”

“Do you not trust me to make you look good?” Virgil asks, in a small voice.

“Oh, sweetheart, of course I do! Just look at you!” Patton gestures to the beauty-guru level makeup on Virgil’s face, from their silvery-purple-black eyeshadow to their dark purple lipstick to the way their cheekbones shine just a little more than the rest of their face. “You’re the best makeup person I know! But don’t tell Ro I said that, okay?”

“Don’t worry, Pat, I know better than to injure Princey’s precious ego. The last time I did that he pouted around for a whole week until I apologized. Not that I meant it - I was right the first time.”

“Hey, be nice,” Patton warns. Virgil shrugs, quirking a smile.

“Sorry, Pat. I know how much Princey means to you. If it makes you feel better, I don’t hate him like I did when we first met. Him not being a dick about my pronouns helped.”

“I told you he wouldn’t have a problem.”

“I know you did, Pat. Now hold still. Emile’s gonna be here to pick us up at any minute, and you need to be ready.”

Patton lets go of Virgil’s hands and obeys, letting them work their magic on his face. He doesn’t see the point in wearing excessive makeup every day the way Virgil does; he likes having his freckles on full display, and he doesn’t mind showing the occasional acne scar or blemish. But Roman had mentioned wearing makeup on their wedding day, and he hadn’t said that Patton had to but he thinks he would feel weird if Roman had makeup on and he didn’t.

Plus, Virgil really likes doing makeup, and they’ve apparently been planning what they’d do for his wedding for years now. Patton would hate to let all that work go to waste.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be done soon,” Virgil says, gently dabbing at Patton’s face. “If Emile gets here before I’m done, he can just wait.”

“I don’t want to make him wait too long!” Patton argues. “He’s doing us a huge favor by agreeing to officiate the wedding!”

“Please, Pat, you didn’t even have to pay Emi. He just loves weddings. He’s a loser like that.”

“Don’t you like them too, Virge?”

“I will admit that over my dead body, and I am denying any candor in your statements,” Virgil says, smooth and practiced. “Now blink onto my finger, I’m almost done.”

Emile shows up right as Virgil is preparing to put Patton’s lip gloss on. “Virgie! How’s my favorite twin?”

“I am your only twin, Emile, and I hate that nickname,” they grouse.

“Oh, look at you! You look so pretty!” Emile coos. Patton is inclined to agree; Virgil is wearing a silver button-down with a black vest, and a tie the same rich purple as their flowing knee-length skirt. Tall black boots lace up to just beneath their knees, and they have flowers matching the ones in Patton’s bouquet woven into their French-braided hair.

“Thanks, Emi. You look . . . adequate.”

“Oh, Virgil! That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me!” Emile squeals, twirling around to show off the flaring of their pleated pink dress. “You’re doing such a good job with Patton’s face! Did you paint his nails, too?”

“Well, someone had to do it,” Virgil grouses, but based on their tone Patton knows that they’re pleased with their twin’s praises, smiling shyly as they focus on carefully applying his lipgloss. “Pat, smack your lips together, and then you’re just about ready to look in the mirror.”

Patton does as he’s told, looking down at his feet. His toenails are painted a bright, cheerful yellow, and he wiggles his toes where they poke out of his sandals. Virgil’s intricate wedding dress fits him perfectly, and beneath his gloves his fingernails are painted sky blue with swirling red-and-gold designs. Finally, he looks up into the mirror propped on the nearby table and sees Virgil’s makeup.

“Oh, Virgil,” he whispers, putting his glasses on and seeing his face in sharp, striking clarity. “I don’t care what you said about the dress, I’m paying you extra for this.”

“Pat, you don’t have to -”

“It’s happening, Virgil, whether you like it or not,” Patton sniffles, and then he’s hugging Virgil tightly.

“Hey - careful, Pat, your makeup hasn’t set yet! And you’re gonna wrinkle our clothes, and -”

“Shut up and take my love, Virgil.”

“Y-yeah, okay . . .”

It takes Emile another seven minutes to shepherd them out the door and into the car, but Patton catches the secret proud smile gleaming on Virgil’s face as they help him get his train into the car.

*~*~*~*~*

The church where they’re getting married is small. The wooden beams bracing the ceiling arc like the beams in the hull of a ship; when they’d first inspected the venue, Logan had gone on some sort of tangent about the historical and symbolic significance of the beams. Roman hadn’t bothered listening, too busy whispering and giggling with Patton and looking at all of the mosaics and stained glass and gilded paintings.

Now, standing at the altar, Emile at his side and Logan at his back, he tilts his head up, up, up to look at the ceiling. Dimly, he remembers Logan’s voice saying, “It is meant to represent the hull of the ark, the ship that supposedly carried two of every animal to safety during the Great Flood of the Christian mythos. The thought in designing the church to mimic this boat is that it will carry the members of its congregation safely to heaven.”

Privately, Roman hopes that this marriage will carry his and Patton’s relationship through the rest of their lives. He knows the divorce rate in America, he knows how likely it is that the average marriage won’t work out. But he refuses to let himself go down that road. He loves Patton, and Patton loves him. They’ve discussed their future a million and one times - he knows how committed he is to making this work. This is going to be the start of the rest of their lives.

His cousin Thomas is up in the choir loft, gently cracking his fingers and running them lightly over the gleaming keys of the organ. Roman can see Virgil waiting in the first pew, gazes out across the sea of faces belonging to his and Patton’s friends and families. Thomas looks down at him from the choir loft and cocks his head to the side, asking if it’s time. Roman looks down the aisle and sees two silhouettes waiting behind the opaque glass doors, glances up to Thomas, and nods. Thomas begins to play, letting a few instrumental bars pass by before he starts singing, voice rich and strong.

The door opens, and Roman loses all the breath in his lungs in one swift, silent rush.

Patton walks down the aisle slowly, timing his footfalls perfectly with the beats of the song. There’s a shimmery veil over his face, held in place by a glimmering silver tiara with sparkling gemstone flowers. Roman hasn’t even seen his face yet, and already he knows Patton is gorgeous.

The dress is stunning; he can see Virgil beaming, and he makes a mental note to slip a hundred dollars into their pocket before the night is over. He knows exactly how hard they’ve been working on this secret project, and how long they’ve been working on it, too. He’s seen Virgil’s handiwork, of course, wears their neat, precise stitches in a lot of his clothing. But that’s mostly minor tweaks - hemming pants here, fixing a torn sleeve there. This is the first time he’s seen one of Virgil’s original creations.

If this dress doesn’t get them catapulted to center stage of New York fashion week, Roman is going to sue the entire fashion industry.

The top is all delicate lace and intricate embroidery, clever flower patterns and flowy sleeves. But it’s the lower half that’s drawing gasps and exclamations from the wedding guests. There’s a pure white ribbon wrapped around Patton’s waist, tied neatly in a bow behind him. The skirt starts off pure white, but as it descends it becomes pale blue, growing deeper and darker and fuller and richer as it heads toward the floor. The train is a midnight blue, so dark it’s almost black, with shimmering stars and flowers sewn in. It’s only because Roman knows Patton asked for one that he knows what he’s looking for, but he finds it quickly - the train is detachable. Patton hadn’t wanted to change into a separate outfit for the reception, but he couldn’t very well dance with a full train behind him.

Virgil really is the cleverest designer that Roman’s ever met.

Patton reaches the altar right as the song crescendos to its climax, and Virgil carefully slips up to stand behind him. His beloved’s face is obscured by the veil, but Roman can tell that Patton’s wearing makeup. Virgil probably did that, too.

Roman owes them so much money.

“Dearly beloved,” Emile starts, practically bouncing in place, “do you how do?” His characteristic greeting draws confused murmurs and whispers from the gathered crowd. Roman can hear Virgil’s palm smack against their face without even looking at them.

The ceremony flies by like lightning, but it feels like forever until Emile is stepping back and they’re putting the rings on each other’s hands, saying their vows. Roman pulls Patton’s glove off, smiling softly to himself when he sees the designs on his nails. He takes the ring Logan offers him and carefully slides it onto Patton’s ring finger.

“Patton,” he says. “I - I wrote this whole big speech, and I even had Logan proofread it for me to make sure it was grammatically correct, but . . . but standing here now, looking you in the eyes - well, as best as I can, anyway -” Patton laughs softly, and some of Roman’s nerves dissipate.

“I agonized over the right way to do these vows for so long, and now that we’re here, now that we’re doing this I - I don’t think it matters as much. I’ll let you read the sappy speech later, but - but right now, all that matters is that we’re here, that we’re together. I love you, Patton, and I don’t care who knows it, but I also really want everyone here to know it.”

More laughter, from everyone else this time. “You are the sun in my sky, the light of my life, the reason I want to keep being the best version of myself. I don’t know if I believe in the concept of people who are fated to be together, but if I did, I know for a fact that I would be fated to be with you. And even if I wasn’t, I would choose to be with you. I - I would always choose you.”

Patton squeezes his hand, and then he’s taking a ring from Virgil’s hands and carefully sliding it onto Roman’s finger. “Roman, my sunbeam, the day that I met you used to be the best day of my life. Whenever I was feeling sad or alone, I would think back to that day and I would remember that you were out there, somewhere, even if you weren’t with me at that exact second. And I would think about the light in your eyes when you look at me, and the way you smile right before you kiss me, and the way you take those few extra seconds to make sure our fingers are perfectly laced together. Those memories always made me feel warm and happy, like I was standing in the summer sunshine. But that’s not the best day of my life anymore.”

Roman blinks in confusion, but Patton keeps talking. “The best day of my life will always be this day, when I look you in the eyes. And I’ll choose you, and you’ll choose me, and we’ll keep choosing each other for the rest of our lives. Sorry I kinda stole the last bit of your vows, honey, but what can I say? You’ve always been the creative one between us.”

There are mixed smatterings of laughter echoing in Roman’s ears, but all he can focus on is the fire in his cheeks and ears and the water in his eyes. “Pat, my makeup is gonna run,” he whispers.

“Logan didn’t make you wear waterproof mascara?” Patton asks, but Roman can tell he’s smirking beneath the veil. “Virgil made me.”

“I told him to,” Logan whispers. Roman considers kicking him, but he gets distracted by Emile’s voice. The ceremony continues on, with Roman and Patton holding each other’s hands tightly. Roman tilts their hands slightly, marvelling at the way the multicolored sunlight streaming through the stained glass glints off their wedding bands.

“You may lift the veil now,” Emile says gently. Roman squeezes Patton’s hands once before letting go and tenderly taking the lacy edges of the veil. He rubs the soft material between his thumb and index finger before carefully lifting the veil and flipping it over Patton’s head to reveal his face.

If he still had breath in his lungs, Patton’s face would steal it from him. His cheeks are glowing and rosy, and his eyes are perfectly framed with dark lashes and subtle eyeliner that brings out his irises. He has golden-red eyeshadow artfully painted on his upper lids, and his lips are a beautiful soft shiny pink. His mouth is slightly open, and Roman just wants to lean in and press kisses against it over and over and over again.

“By the power vested in me by the state of Pennsylvania, I now declare you husband and husband! You may now kiss the groom!”

Roman gently cups Patton’s face, careful not to smudge or smear Virgil’s beautiful makeup job. He gently swipes his thumbs over Patton’s cheeks, right beneath eyes that shimmer with tears. “Hello, husband,” he murmurs, leaning down to brush their noses together. Patton pushes himself up on his tip-toes and presses their mouths together, cupping Roman’s face in return. On one cheek, he feels the softness of Patton’s glove, and on the other he feels the cool metal of Patton’s wedding ring.

His arms slide down to wrap around Patton’s waist and brace his back as he dips him, keeping their lips pressed together as wedding bells begin to ring and the congregation erupts into thunderous applause. He’s kissed Patton a hundred, a thousand, a million times, but this is the first time he’s kissed his husband, and the searing fire in his lips and butterflies in his stomach are fresh as the very first time he’d ever kissed Patton.

Somehow, he prefers this kiss to the time Logan had slapped him a high-five while they kissed.

(Later, at the wedding reception, Patton turns his back to the crowd and throws his bouquet of flowers. When he and Roman turn around, Virgil is holding the bouquet, and Logan is fidgeting awkwardly.

“Would now be an inopportune time to propose?” he asks.

“YES, because this is MY WEDDING DAY!” Roman screeches, even as Virgil shakes their head and furiously pulls Logan in for a kiss.)

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rachel-hathburn · 5 years

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(( DOVE CAMERON, 23, SHE/HER, BISEXUAL)) [Y]? NO, THAT’S [PENELOPE WASH] BUT THEY CAN ALSO BE CALLED THE [THE WISEACRE ]. I’VE HEARD THEY CAN BE [DRIVEN && UPBEAT] BUT ALSO [JUDGEMENTAL && HIGH STRUNG]. THEY CALL OCEANSIDE THEIR HOME WHEN THEY AREN’T TOO BUSY BEING A/AN [ELEMENTARY TEACHER]. WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT THEM, YOU CAN ALWAYS PICTURE [SHARPENED PENCILS, THE FIRST BREAK OF DAWN, PAINTED NAILS]. – MEGAN, EST, SHE,HER –

LINK TO HER WANTED CONNECTIONS

>Penelope Wash| Pen, Penne, Penny, Princess P, PP, Poe<

Pronunciation

✎{PEN}-{EL}-{OPEE}

Age

✎23

Gender

✎FEMALE

Race

✎WHITE

Languages

✎ENGLISH- (A bit of french from one college class)

Height

✎5′8 (I know Dove is pretty short but I see Pen being on the taller side)

Birthday

✎ SEPTEMBER 15th

Zodiac

✎VIRGO

Blood Type

✎ O+,

Alignment

✎NEUTRAL/NEUTRAL

Spirit animal

✎COUGAR;

Leadership

Standing Behind Convictions

Confidence

Clever

Awareness

Learning Proper Use of Power

Messenger Between Human and Divine Beings

Balance

Steadfast

Responsible

Dependable

Family History

Penelope didn’t always live in her neighborhood or house she does now. She actually used to live in a far bigger house with her Mother, Father, and Older Sister. Her Mother and Father were the farthest thing from the nurturing type and treated their daughters like robots, always coding them to perform at an unachievable level; Her older sister Prim however didn’t find it so unachievable and was exactly what their parents always wanted. Prim went on to become a neurosurgeon and once she got to job moved out to Vermont, their parents deciding to follow with her. Penelope was left on her own basically at 19 and a half, with nothing but a crippling understanding that she was useless and began to forever deem herself that way. She tried to contact her parents and sister but seeing as none of them ever really took a liking to Pen, she never got a response back. Penelope was given everything in life, finically, and never really was taught how to support herself. It wasn’t long until the girl began getting heavily into the party scene which inevitably brings about a lot of negative inhibitions, however the girl struck gold with meeting the people she’d soon come to live with in the Animal House. These people soon became her family and she enrolled into a community college, got her degree in education, and landed an amazing teaching job at a near by school. ~• •~

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"Above all, be the heroine of your life. Not the victim." — Nora Ephron

Age of Appearance

✎Pen always tend to look a bit younger at first glance, especially without any make-up on, however her height and demeanor change that once you actually speak with the girl.

Body Type

✎Pen likes to take care of herself, she tends to keep busy with the chaotic house she lives in and with her work.

Skin Tone

✎Pale, blushes easily.

Complexion

✎ Freckles on the top of her nose, faint.

Birthmarks

✎She has a birthmark right under her rib-cage, someone once told her birthmarks are how you died in a past life, and she been convinced she was stabbed there ver since.

Scars

✎She has one large scar on her arm, a burn from back when the animal house began and she drunkenly tried to make stir-fry for everyone.

Cosmetics

✎It’s rare for someone to see Penelope with out her face done.

Outfit

✎She dress in a way that makes her look put together and classic. However she does step it up and go all out when going out on the town.

Accessories

✎She has a necklace from when she was little that never leaves her skin.

Body Modification

✎She has gotten lip fillers before and keeps up with them regularly.

Are they confident in the way they look:

✎Yes, Pen is secure in her appearance and takes pride in her looks.

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“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”– Lao Tzu

General Temperament

✎Penelope is generally a bit cold off first impression, unless you’re close with her or are one of her students. However once she warms up to you the girl is very caring and attentive to your needs.

Happiness

✎Penelope finds her happiness through helping her students learn, she says theres nothing better than when a kid is struggling and then finally grasp the concepts, it is one of the most rewarding things to the girl and a big part of why she loves her job so much.

Sadness

✎There are many things that make the blonde sad, however only a few that really rock to her core. Poverty, kids coming in without supplies that are needed, and climate change are some of the more impersonal ones. Her family is 100% a home run of sadness.

Anger

✎Penelope gets angry when people are extremely reckless, which is ironic because she used to be the poster child for recklessness, I mean she is living in the animal house after all. But as she's grown up, the girl has done a big 360 and now is one of the most responsible people in the neighborhood. As she gotten to be the teacher to many of the children living around other close neighborhoods she finds it disrespectful when people are reckless outside of their own homes.

Confusion

✎Penelope is confused about what to do with her living situation. The girl wants to move and get a smaller place of her own but she knows some of her room-mates would fall off the deep end without the structure she brings to the house, and even though the girl puts on a tough mask, she is a softie at her core, especially for her room-mates who she deeply loves.

Favorites

Animal

✎She loves big cats. period.

Flower

✎forget-me-nots, when Pen was little the name used to make her cry, but they’ve come to be her favorite flower of all time.

Weather/Time of the day/Season

✎For someone living in California it’s hard to imagine her favorite weather not being clear and sunny; but yet, Pen likes the cold. Nothing makes her happier than when their little town finally starts to cool off a bit.

Food

✎Penelope is good a cooking, she can’t make anything extreme but she’s learned how to whip up a nice dinner and usually does so for her house.

Drink

✎Nothing makes Pen happier than a spiked lemon-aide.

Colour

✎Pink! If that isn’t obvious.

Country

✎All she has ever known is california, but the girl has always been fascinated by paris, hence why she took up french in college.

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Social skills

✎ Penelope is a natural at schmoozing and knowns how to put on charm when she wants to.

Insecurities

✎Penelope is insecure in that fact that she never feels proud of herself, her accomplishments never really feel like they’re enough and she is always striving to be useful or helpful to someone so she doesn’t get left behind. But she’d never say that out loud.

Hostility

✎Penelope tends to be very forward when she’s angry, but through working with elementary school kids she has learned how to calmly talk through her emotions, or so she tries.

Fears

✎Being completely useless.

Drives|Motivation

✎Penelope always feels like she has to prove herself, even if the only person she’s proving anything to is herself, and that keeps her driven and motivated.

Dreams|Aspirations

✎To have a family of her own and to make sure her students get the best education possible.

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First Words: ball

What emotions to the attribute to their childhood: rejection

Morning Person or Night Owl: morning person

Significant Childhood Memory: Pen’s parents bringing her and Prim to the amusement park because they both got straight As

Current Residence: Animal House

Occupation: Second grade teacher

What do they smell like: Vanilla and rose

What words or phrases do they overuse: “Okay- got it, thanks.”

Do they have a catch phrases: “Can you- not.”

What is their greatest accomplishment: Their job

What smells remind them of their childhood: The smell of pencils

What was their childhood ambition: To please her parents

Do they believe in love at first sight: No

Do they believe in true love: Yes

Have they ever had their heart broken: Yes

Are they ticklish: Very

Can they keep a secret: Absolutely

How do they display affection: Words of affirmation

Are they okay with PDA (Public Displays of affection): Yes, a tasteful amount

Are they a virgin: No

How do they want other people to view them: Successful

Are they competitive: Yes, very.

Deadly Sin : Envy

Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

Are they a minimalist or a hoarder: bit of a hoarder with classroom supplies

Where do they go to feel safe: in their room

Where do they go when they’re angry: the beach

What password do they use for everything: penpalpenny333

What is their favorite day of the week: wednesday

What do they keep in their pockets: spare erasers

What is their most treasured object: she has a necklace she wears 24/7

Do they have any pet peeves: slobs and slow walkers

How confident are they: 5/10

How generous are they: 10/10

How creative are they: 9/10

How honest are they: 6/10

How loyal are they: 8/10

Are they manipulative: She for sure can be but only if there is a calling for it

How predictable are they: Pen has her moments where the retired party animal will randomly appear but other than that her schedule is pretty regular

How do they flirt with people: by trying to appease them

Book smart or street smart: A healthy mix

Do they prefer being hot or cold: cold, pen loves the cool weather

What do they think is the worst thing you could do to another person: Abandon them

How do they deal with stress: By doing one million things at once

Are they comfortable crying in front of other: Only a select few, and even then its rather uncomfortable for her

What social justice issue would they be most passionate about: Proper education for less fortunate kids.

If they could change one thing about themselves what would it be: Pen would change her inner need to please and accommodate those around her.

Sexually Explicit Questions:

Are they a top or a bottom (Or do they switch): Definitely a secret bottom there is no doubt.

How important is sex to them: Like on a scale?? maybe a 6

Do they believe it is a mostly emotional act or a mostly physical act: Pen thinks it can be both

Turnons: Caring people, acts of service, when someone is trying not to smile.

Turnoffs: Ignorance, Toxic Masculinity, and people who hate children.

#os.intros #eee im so pumped #plzzz mssg me and plot w pen!!

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✕ — isn’t that shiklah wandering the streets of new york? civilians know them as queen of the undead and see them as an anti-hero (or villain depending the day,,, yike). as far as i know, the one thousand+ year old stands with the legion of monsters & howling commandos and are rumoured to be pretty authoritative & cavalier. ( priyanka chopra /demi-girl / she/they )

{ trigger warnings : coma mention, war, sort-of-not-really-cannibalism (since u kno, demon, but still human eating), torture, medical/experiments }

everyone say hello to my monster!baby, shiklah! she is the literal light of my life and i can only hope i do her justice. sooo here we go.

I. : INTRODUCTORY INFORMATION: //

shiklah hasn’t been around in the comics for too long. and all her appearances in marvel are entirely comic based

so this rendition of her is going to be based on that, with my own head canons filling in the gaps along the way to make her a fully fleshed out character

II. BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION: //

age: old. really fucking old. she was alive before the first humans.

gender: demigirl. her war demon form is gender neutral. she wears female human skin, however.

height: 10’3” in true form, 5’8” in humanoid form

species: succubus, sorceress

occupation: succubus queen, queen of the undead, queen of the underworld, queen of monstropolis

place of birth: the arabian peninsula

citizenship: arabian

marital status: married (two polyamorous marriages)

orientation: pansexual, panromantic, and polyamorous

pre-coma family: mother and father, names unknown (deceased); amjad, brother (deceased); baqir, brother (deceased); jenny, cousin (alive and a fucking badass)

children: cathan, adopted son (species: demon who prefers a werewolf form, sorcerer)

pets: bug, her pet dragon, who flies and breathes fire. he’s a good boy.

affiliation: leader of the legion of monsters

base of operations: monster metropolis (otherwise known as monstropolis), morlock tunnels, manhattan, NY

moral alignment: lawful evil

III. HISTORICAL INFORMATION: //

before humans were even around, shiklah and her family ruled the monster world. but the vampires wanted to overthrow their family. cue a war that lasted centuries and saw the coming of man. aka a long ass fucking war. my poor baby.

during the war against the vampires, shiklah’s kingdom had fallen, and her and her father witnessed the deaths of shiklah’s two brothers.

her father, in a,,,,, stroke of,,,, genius? well. a stroke of something. decided to lock shiklah up in a sarcophagus for. however long it’d take until the war ended or until she was going to be wed. surprise surprise.

well. dracula decides to hire deadpool to go wake up shiklah. so they could be married and end this long ass war and finally have peace. things were going fine until deadpool gets into a fight with a minotaur and shiklah’s sarcophagus shatters, awakening her and bug.

IV. MODERN INFORMATION: //

in her short period of time being awake in the modern world, shiklah was nearly assassinated by blade, was captured by hydra, and captured by aim, both of which wanted to exploit her powers and experiment on her.

she also fell in love with wade who taught her how to acclimate to the modern world, about technology, and about popular culture

when humans brutally murdered a centuries-old monster who resided in monstropolis, an elder monster who was completely senile and not a threat to anyone, shiklah sort of. snapped. she tried to handle things with civility at first, going in front of the courts and asking for retribution for the cold blooded murder of her loyal friend.

when the courts laughed in her face and told shiklah that monsters aren’t protected under the criminal code, she realized humans really are horribly discriminatory, and declared war against them.

to stop shiklah from killing. everyone. wade went to get dracula, who came to find shiklah and proposed. the two were also married and shiklah took a temporary leave of her duties to pursue their relationship and learn how to rule as a fair ruler, not a forceful one. she realized she didnt like using her powers to rule her own citizens by force. proud of you, baby girl.

V. ABILITIES INFORMATION: //

succubus physiology

enhanced strength, speed, dexterity

supernatural beauty

royal-level mystical abilities

pheromones (my personal head canon, it hasn’t been written in the comics yet but her cousin jenny has succubus pheromones and it’d make sense shiklah does, too, as part of her supernatural beauty)

shapeshifting

hellfire/soulfire manipulation

enslavement beams,,, yike

life-force absorption

necromancy

VI. ADDTIONAL INFORMATION: //

i wont bore you with all of my myriad historical head canons about shiklah’s life before her millennia long sleep, they’ll probably come up as flashbacks in her threads anyhow, plus theres so much time there to fill in that i’m sure shiklah will also tell me things as time goes on

what’s important to know about this though is that shiklah is, in many ways, very traditional. she loves donning a maid outfit and cleaning her entire palace. shes a forceful female ruler who’s still subjected at times to her thousands of years old preconceived notions of gender roles

she loves to party. she’s admitted to wade before that she throws parties with her monster friends all the time — one’s that are orgy ceremonies actually

she eats humans, particularly in her war form. it’s cool

she’s pretty naive to the ways of the modern world. wade fills her in on stuff, but it’s also wade, lmao. her perception of things in the modern era is very biased towards deadpools own views on things

she’s adorable sometimes? like. super scary evil murder demon baby who cracks jokes about the kardashians.

shes evil towards humans but she is a fair and just ruler to monsters. she doesn’t like asgardians because apparently her people were enslaved by them during a conflict thousands of years ago. this issue though was sort of resolved when her cousin jenny was tricked into starting a fight with jane foster, and the two ended up reconciling and becoming close

but she respects the inhumans and she respects mutants, especially ones whose powers altered their physical appearance

tbh she wants to mom every monster looking kid

she reads comics in the bath like a cutie

she also goes to conventions, especially comic conventions, where people think shes dressed in cosplay. their reaction to her answer, “no, this is just the human skin i’m wearing for the day,” is her favourite thing

she loves bug more than anything else

consequently she loves sex almost as much as bug

blood k!nk~~~

she will kiss you and drain some of your life force. she will. it’ll give you a rush of adrenaline like nothing else and it really gets her off.

personally i HC that she was actually taken by hydra for a while and she was actually taken by aim for a while. she was weaponized by the former and experimented upon by the latter.

actually i have a lot of angst head canons for shiklah that’ll probably come out more in her threads and flashbacks too

she knows the x-men and some of the avengers and the fantastic 4 because they were at her wedding with wade????????

similarly, i imagine she knows most of the people he was on teams with or worked with, tbh. she probably loves the kinneys actually

she has a son she adopted, a five year old little demon sorcerer who she named cathan (in honour of the elder god, c’thon). he’s a little monster baby who uses his shapeshifting demon powers to stay in a werewolf humanoid demon form — because he was raised by wolves before shiklah rescued him

as a ruler of one of the dimensions of the underworld i imagine she also knows the other hell leaders such as dormammu, the hellstroms, mephisto, etc. but also other hellfire users like ghost rider.

shes evil but she has a big heart for the people she cares about. she has a bad tendency of prioritizing her needs and wants over what the people she loves needs or wants but she’s actively working on that, too

shes full of juxtapositions? which is why i love her. shes cunning in some ways but naive in others. shes evil to some but a darling to others. shes a war demon but also a housemaid. shes so complicated and diverse and i can’t wait to write her with you all!!!

— i think that’s about it for now?! shiklah is my BABE honestly. so hmu for all the plots because im sO EXCITED for her ok thanks fam ily <3

#﹠⋅ 。♡ 𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘. ⋮「 ── she’s born a leader ‚ no throne or crown needed. 」#「 archives. 」#73:intro #﹠⋅ 。♡ 𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉. ⋮「 ── shiklah. 」

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Orange

Something like 2k of word vomit

there’s mentions of felix being drugged. that’s all i have for warnings

"You know, it'd be quicker to just kill him." The younger commented, watching as the other man quickly pushed his clip into place and double checked that safety was off. Chan glanced over at Jisung , raising an eyebrow.

"Our contact said they wanted him alive. We deliver what they want, or we don't get payed." He commented dryly, tucking the handgun into it's holster, "Remember, you pair have the easy job."

Changbin grumbled, turning back to his laptop and tapping a couple keys.

"Cause hacking security feed is easy, hyung." He muttered, glancing up to catch Chan shrug.

"I have to catch the guy. You get to stay safe. I don't." Changbin snorted. Safe? What was that?

"Whatever. Just remember the codewords, and I'll get you outta there as fast as I can."

"Orange, mission complete. Lime, get me the fuck out. Tangerine, get yourself out." Chan recited dryly. Changbin offered a nod up.

"Get going then." Jisung noted, pushing at Chan's arm. The elder got up with a groan, double checking the holster was hidden by his suit jacket.

"Hopefully, I'll be done by 12." He said once, staring at Changbin, then Jisung, before strolling out the door and picking up the invitation that rested on the table by the door.

"Do we worry?" He heard Changbin ask Jisung as he went. The last thing he heard before the door slammed shut was JIsung's reply of, "No."

Festivities were already in full swing by the time that Chan walked in the door, folding his invitation back into his suit. The Australian's eyes glanced around as he surveyed the room for his target. A flash of orange in the crowd of browns and blacks was his only catch of the boy he was looking for.

"You found our guy, hyung?" Changbin's voice came through an ear piece. Chan hummed at him, as he strolled through the crowd, ducking and weaving around people.

"Not yet." He whispered, as he slipped after the trace of orange he'd seen, "But I will." He heard a grunt of affirmation from the other side as he searched around again. Another flash of orange hair flicked past him. And Chan headed after it.

It was the man he was looking for after all.

His eyes followed the orange hair as he followed it, watching as the man it belonged to ducked into an alcove in the hall. Chan smiled gently as he rounded the corner, adjusting his features into one of pleasant surprise.

"Ah, I see someone else found the corner I planned to hide in." He commented with a gentle laugh, leaning next to the... Young man.

His target was a lot younger than he thought, now that he looked at the guy. Freckles dusted the bridge of his nose as the boy's eyes widened into genuine surprise.

"I um, pardon?" He mumbled, in a slightly accented tone. Chan hummed once for Changbin's benefit.

"Ah, nothing. Who might you be?" He asked like he didn't already know the boy's life story. Still, had to keep up facades. Especially if he wanted to get this job done without a hitch.

"Uh, Felix. Lee Felix." Chan was genuinely surprised here. Records had always referred to him as 'Yongbok'. Although, Felix suited him rather well. Much better than the Korean name did.

"Felix? Not from South Korea I take it?" The boy fidgeted under Chan's gaze. And he wasn't surprised, really. He'd been told he was rather intense sometimes.

"N-no. I'm, uh... From Australia?" He'd said the country's name in English. Chan nodded once, hoping Changbin was getting this.

"Oh really? Me too. Uh, oh! My bad. I'm Chris, sorry." It'd been a while since he'd used his English name, but better put up appearances right? Either way it seemed to relax Felix, as the boy nodded slowly, slouching on the wall with a quiet sigh.

"Long day?" Chan asked sympathetically, as the boy nodded.

"Mm, Mr K-- My Father wanted me to be here but... I'm more of a socially recluse kind of person." Chan noted the slip up. It'd be interesting to tell Woojin when he finished the job.

"That's understandable." He murmured, glancing around once, "Want a drink?"

In hindsight, it'd been all too easy to lace the drink he was retrieving for Felix with sleeping pills. And once he'd gotten Felix to drink it, it'd been easy to sneak the sleeping boy out the building. The moment he'd reached the car Jisung had running for the pair, Chan smiled, setting the sleeping boy in the back seat and making sure he wasn't falling anywhere anytime.

"Code?" Jisung asked him, as he slipped into the front seat. Chan smiled again, buckling his own seat belt.

"Orange." And they drove off, long before the alarms went off for the missing boy from the party.

Felix found himself awake, on a plain bed, and still in his his suit from the party Mr Kim had thrown that night -- Minus the jacket which he spotted draped across the edge of the bed. To his surprise, it seemed as if he'd been just... Left.

The boy glanced around the room, (It was plain, bare walls with three beds in the room, one of which looked like someone had recently slept in it.) and sat up. The last thing he remembered from last night was... Chris, and the drink and gosh damn it what the hell had happened last night?

The door opened, and speak of the devil, there was Chris, dressed in a pair of ripped jeans and a slightly too big t-shirt.

"Great, you're awake." The man noted, leaning on the wall. Felix blinked, slowly.

"You drugged me!" Chris tilted his head slightly, watching the boy with a guarded expression. Felix hated when people did that.

"I did. Would you rather I left you to the party? I can just as easily return you." He replied, a yawn escaping him soon after. Felix hissed, looking away.

"Look at it this way, Lee Felix, you've been given a chance to return home," Chris continued, watching as the boy squirmed, "I thought you'd at least be happy to know that."

"I am, but--"

"Then seize what you're given. Anyway, you should really talk to Changbin about this. Probably should get changed first, unless you're comfortable in a suit?" Chris cut Felix off, asking his question with an eyebrow raise. Felix quickly shook his head, because no this suit wasn't the least bit comfortable. And he kinda wanted a shower anyway.

"Good. You look slightly too tall for most of Binnie's clothes, but take a look at mine or whatever, I don't care. Bathroom's the first door to the right, my shit's there." And with that, Chris left the room.

Felix blinked before hesitantly standing up.

"Oh. Fuck."

Chris had been right about this 'Binnie's' clothes being to small. At least pants wise. He wasn't sure about anyone else, but Felix wasn't exactly fond of his trousers showing off an inch of his ankle. That's what he had shorts for anyway.

So that's how he found himself, about half an hour later in a mash up of two different strangers clothes in variations of black, grey, and dark grey. It wasn't the best, but at least he was wearing something other than what he'd been practicably forced into last night. Anything was better than that right now.

The door to the room opened as he was half way through this thought, and a different man comes in, and speaking.

"Hey Channie Hyu-- You're not Chan. Uh... Yongbok?" The man clearly had no clue about his other name, but the use of his Korean one was enough to have Felix making a noise of displeasure. The other man paused, biting at his lip for a moment.

"So this is where Hyung left you then." He noted after a moment, offering up a grin before continuing on, "Anyway, I'm just gonna let you know that... Your cousin I think it was, is gonna drop by in a couple hours to get you back home."

That was news to Felix. He hadn't seen Minho in... Months now. Even before his own strange disappearance. The family didn't talk about him either.

"Minho Hyung?" He asked cautiously. The man paused, be nodding.

"That's what he said his name was." Felix relaxed for a moment before the man continued, "Now then. I'm uh, Changbin. And you're apparently Yo--" He cut himself off as Felix hissed once at the name.

"It's Felix, actually."

"Right, Felix." The man --Changbin, Felix reminded himself-- leaned on the wall, staring at him dryly. Felix glanced away, fingers drifting to his neck and finding his pulse without him even realising.

"So, Minho hyung is going to take me home, how do I know you're not lying and you're not selling me back to Mister Kim?" Changbin smiled grimly at him, before looking out the window in the room. Felix couldn't tell where they were from the scenery and he hated it.

"We won't. Because Jisung'd probably shoot Chan if he were to try. Then you." He said in a light tone, as if this were normal. Normal to have some sort of trigger happy... Person in your friend group. Changbin laughed then, watching Felix again.

"Trust me here, he would rather kill you than have you go through that again." Changbin said, his voice soothing.

"Th-That's fair. Then... What do I do while I'm waiting for him?" Changbin shrugged in reponse. Gods, this is going to be a long few hours, Felix told himself then, allowing himself to drop onto the nearest bed, and allow slumber to take him.

"Hey, Kid. Wake up." A boy shook Felix's shoulder, rousing the boy enough for him to blink blearily into the other's face. The stranger sighed, pulling him up into a sitting position and shaking him again.

"Oi, Freckle boy, your rides here. Wake the fuck up, or I'm going to unceremoniously help you do the ice bucket challenge or some shit. " That seemed to wake him up, as Felix jerked back from him, and promptly fell off the bed. The stranger raised an eyebrow, clearly judging him pretty hard.

"Welcome to the land of the living Orange-Head. Now get your ass up before Chan Hyung comes for either of ours for being slow." Felix stood up, lips parted in surprise, as the boy reached over, and wrapping a hand around his wrist and pulling him out of the room.

"That only took literally forever." He muttered, casting a glance back at Felix. Or, more like a glare.

"Sorry." Felix mumbled, for the person pulling him to scoff, nodding at Changbin as they pass by the guy in a hurry.

It's a relief when they make it to Chris, and Felix is let go.

"Here you go Hyung, I'm done now." The boy whined, sitting down in a chair nearby and turning to a game, as Chris started talking to Felix in English.

"Minho ssi should be here soon, and it'd be better if you weren't falling asleep as soon as he got here." The boy in the chair twitched his hands, moving whatever character in the game he was playing. Felix nodded numbly, looking at the ground.

A bell rung from somewhere within the house, and Chair boy turned to Chris with a frown.

"Think he's here Hyung." Chris, just sighed at him, rising in a fluid motion and nodding at Felix before leaving. Silence fell in the room, before the boy sighed and looked at Felix carefully.

"Hope you at least get a good few weeks before Kim comes looking for you." He muttered. Felix started, surprise gracing his face, before he offered up a shy smile.

"Um, thanks." He whispered, before Chan came back into the room with another man, and Felix felt himself smile brightly.

"Minho Hyung!" He chirped, running over and hugging the elder male with a pleased cry. The man... Paused, glancing around before hugging Felix back.

"He wasn't harmed I suppose?" Chris shook his head, stepping back from the pair. Minho hummed, a pleased smile gracing his face.

"Felix-Ah, are you alright?" He murmured, stepping back from the boy with a cocked eyebrow. Felix nodded shyly, feeling safer now that his cousin was here. Minho hummed again, looping an arm around Felix again and glancing at Chris.

"The payments been transferred to your account. So, uh.. I'll take my cousin and leave your be now, then?" Chris nodded, gesturing behind him.

"A pleasure doing business with you."

#stray kids #bang chan #han jisung #seo changbin #lee felix #lee minho #han #woojin's mentioned #idk if i need to warn anytrhin #lee know #my love for angst and felix continues #my very serious addtiont to this fandom once again

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What Color Ties Do Republicans Wear

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What Color Ties Do Republicans Wear

The History Of Party Colors In The United States

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Prior to the United States presidential election of 2000, which party was Red and which was Blue was largely a matter of which color a news outlet chose. On the October 30, 2000, episode of the Today show, Tim Russert coined the terms red state and blue state.

As far back as the 1888 election blue was used to represent the northern Union states and red the south, but this wasnt consistent throughout time . In the 70s and 80s the major networks starting using lighted maps to illustrate election results. Democrats were often coded blue and Republicans red, but it wasnt consistent. This inconsistent coloring continued throughout the Clinton years and up to the Gore Vs. Bush. This can all be varied by old videos and articles.

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Red White And Blue: How Color Defines Politics

In early October, Pew Research Center noted a 1.2-point increase in voters for Republicans and a 4.6-point increase for Democrats.

Turnouts for early voting amongst young voters, ages 18-29, have been proving astronomical versus 2014, particularly in red states.

According to The Hill, as of November 2, 2018, early voting polls showed:

Arizona: +217%

Tennessee: +767%

Texas: +448%

But why do we Americans associate political leanings with a specific color? Why do we know what it means to discuss voting in a red state or blue state? And what impact does the psychology of color have on individuals and communities?

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A Final Word On Colors

Many political parties around the world often choose their colors because of their connections to political stances, groups, or ideologies.

For example, red has historically been a color often linked to socialism and communism after a red flag was used by the revolutionaries during the Paris Commune. Revolutionaries may have picked red flags during this time as a possible reference to the 13th century red naval flags of defiance that meant a ship would kill any enemy it saw and so was flying a bloody flag.

As another example, many environmentalist parties around the world will often use the color green to symbolize nature. Finally, fascist parties have often used the color black such as Adolf Hitlers Nazi party and Benito Mussolinis Italian Fascist party because the black color represents what they intend to bring to their enemies: fear, intimidation, and death.

Lets finish with a quick trip around the globe to see the colors associated with some prominent political parties. In the United Kingdom, the colors are flipped compared to the United States: the right-leaning Conservative Party uses blue and the left-leaning Labour Party uses red, as do the Canadian parties of the same names. Australias oldest party, the Australian Labor Party, uses red while the Christian Democratic Union of Germany has used orange and black, and Emmanuel Macron of Frances En Marche! uses yellow.

Why Is Hillary Clinton In Red And Why Is Donald Trump Wearing A Blue Tie

Id expect the republican candidate to wear red and the democrat to wear blue, but its quite the opposite. Why is this?

The color red is thought to convey strength and aggression, which is why a lot of men use that color for power ties. The Clinton camp probably wanted to her appear commanding and authoritative, particularly when debating a loud and aggressive opponent.

Blue is viewed as more calm and soothing. Trumps camp may have wanted him to appear calm and restrained.

The whole red/Republican, blue/Democrat thing is a pretty recent association anyway, starting in the 2000 election. Its not as if those are the official colors of those parties.

It was around before that but iirc they switched colors every election.

i did not realize red/blue as party association was only that recent

Clinton was expecting Trump to wear his red tie its a power color. So she preemptively wore a red suit. He was expecting her to expect that, so he wore blue as a counter-power move.

You know, I think you might have said that as joke but with consultants and strategists and yadiyadiyada, I might just be what happened.

If he wore a red suit he would have appeared dangerously unstable, for what he wore, not what he said.

These are no official colours of either major party. Neither has official colours of any kind. Both have used red, white, and blue for their entire histories.

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The Color Psychology Behind Inauguration Fashion

Inauguration day isnt just about politics, its also all about fashion.

All eyes were on Donald Trump Friday as he took oath as the 45th president of the United States, but it was hard to miss the stylish outfits surrounding his inauguration.

Dressing for a major political event is an event in itself. Outfits worn by powerful leaders and their families are carefully selected and crafted by high-profile designers and stylists. Fashion experts often dig deeper into the meanings behind the colors picked for outfits that will be seen by millions around the globe.

Public image is important for all politicians, especially for the first lady, said Dr. Dong Shen, professor of Fashion Merchandising and Design at California State University, Sacramento. Colors and brands are very important.

The first lady is often an American icon but traditionally, their main role is to support their husbands presidency. Their outfits tend to balance or compliment their husbands attire, avoiding to overpower.

Shen explained, for this reason, first ladies are usually seen in softer colors or floral patterns.

Blue is often associated with the sky and the ocean, Shen said of Mrs. Trumps inauguration outfit. It often symbolizes loyalty and trust.

Why The Red Tie

So why do so many politicians wear red power ties?

Unless we ask them its impossible to know for sure. Some journalists have speculated that red is a popular color because it features in the American flag and so advertises its wearers patriotism. If this is true, though, we should see as many blue ties as red.

Perhaps the clue is in the name: power. Could it be that politicians suspect that a red tie makes them appear more powerful, dominant, and authoritative?

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Gop Candidates Stick To Red Ties At Debate

GOP presidential candidate Mitt Romney stood out at last night’s GOP debate, mainly for his $10,000 gaffe.

But we couldn’t help but notice the former Massachusetts governor’s other major distinction: a blue tie.

While its exact point of origin is murky , the color-coding of American politics has become common knowledge: red for Republicans, blue for Democrats. The primary-hued shorthand has extended from election night dry-erase boards to candidates’ closets, as male candidates have been known to indicate their party alignment by tie color.

And though it’s not an exact science , the red-blue divide was on full display at last night’s GOP debate — with one exception. Rick Santorum, Newt Gingrich, Rick Perry and Ron Paul all wore red ties, while Mitt Romney wore light blue.

Michele Bachmann, for the record, wore a royal blue blouse.

Romeny’s blue wasn’t too surprising, as it’s been his go-to hue throughout the debates. Men’s fashion expert Hendrik Pohl, the CEO of ties-necktie.com, told ABC, “Blue is the color that people most commonly name as their favorite color and it has very calming effect on people” — and sure enough, eight out of the ten major debates have seen Romney in the safe color.

What gives? Afraid of standing out, Newt? Is wearing anything other than red an affront to Texas, Rick? Trying to prove your Republican affiliation, Ron?

See pics of the candidates’ ties below… what style of ties would you like to see at the next debate?

How Did Red And Blue Come To Represent The Two Major Us Political Parties

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It all started with television. In the early 1970s, networks like ABC, NBC, and CBS were seeking a way to demarcate which states in the electoral college had been won by each candidate. More American households had color TV sets than ever before, giving news programs covering the election an opportunity to show splashy graphics when a state was called in favor of a given candidate.

The first network to color-code states during an election results broadcast was CBS in 1972. However, at that time, blue represented the states won by the Republican incumbent Richard Nixon, and red stood in for those taken by challenger US Senator George McGovern of South Dakota.

Theres a good reason why those colors were chosen for each party at the time: global precedent. In Great Britain, red had long been used to represent the more liberal party, which in this American use case were the Democrats. Blue stood in for Republicans by default, in part because the colors in contrast were striking on screen.

But by the late-1980s and early 1990s, those color assignments reversed. Blue became more consistently used for Democrats and red for Republicans.

Nevertheless, it still wasnt until 2000the race between Democrat and Vice President Al Gore and Republican Texas Governor George W. Bushthat those colors became synonymous with the name of each party.

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Which States Are Considered Red And Which Are Blue

To go along with the colors, the terms red state and blue state were popularized by anchorman Tim Russert during and immediately after the 2000 election. Today, these terms are used to refer to which party a state voted for during a presidential election.

Generally speaking, the Northeast and the West Coast are considered a collection of blue states as most of them have sided with the Democrats since the early 1990s.

The Southern states have sided with Republicans since the 2000s, while the Midwest tends to be tougher to predict. For example, Illinois and Minnesota are currently considered blue states, while Missouri and Nebraska are red. Hawaii and Alaska have been traditionally considered blue and red respectively as neither has switched parties since the late 1980s .

The Southwest has been split since 2000 with Nevada, New Mexico, and Colorado going blue more often than red and Utah and Arizona voting predictably red. Finally, we come to the coveted purple states or swing states, such as Florida, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Iowa, Wisconsin, and Michigan. These states switched colors in recent elections and are often a key focus of electoral campaigning and strategy. Swing states can vary by election year.

Shopping On A Hill Staffers Salary Means Deal

Kate: A lot of people dont realize how little Hill staffers make, so they probably dont realize what a struggle it is to find clothes that youre able to wear to work and that are still acceptable. Im just trying to make rent! I make $65,000, but I know some staff assistants that make $25,000.

I shop at , T.J. Maxx, and Nordstrom Rack I go to the Nordstrom in the mall, and then I go to the Rack and find the same stuff. I would never pay full price for something. On birthdays and Christmas, I try to get as many clothes as I can.

Heather: I typically shop at Marshalls and Nordstrom Rack. I still shop at H&M, but some of their stuff is more expensive and wears out quickly. Ill only shop at J.Crew Factory and Banana Republic Factory if its something that I love and fits me really well. Otherwise, I wont splurge on it. Anthropologie is where I wish I could shop if I had that kind of money, but I dont.

I wont spend more than $80 on one particular item of clothing, unless its a coat. For dresses, I wont go over $70 unless I love it. Tops I like to be $20 to $30. Pants and shirts, $40.

In a place like this, with a lot of powerful people, you want to sprinkle in items that do cost a lot of money. Ill wear a Burberry scarf with an overcoat; I carry a Tumi bag. If they see items on you that they can recognize and that they know the value of, they then assume that is expensive, when little do they know you got your suit for under $300 and your shoes were on sale for $50.

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From Pleather To Puffy Coats Swapcom Uncovers The Hottest Fashions Trending Across The Country For Red And Blue Voters

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CHICAGO, IL– – With less than two weeks to Election Day, the candidate’s personal style and wardrobe has been an ongoing talking point for politicos and news anchors. From patriotically-themed pantsuits and ties to poor tailoring to disheveled hair, it is clear fashion plays a powerful role in politics. For a less serious spin on politics and fashion, Swap.com — the largest online consignment store-dove deep into millions of previous purchases to uncover how style preferences of Democrats and Republicans sized up. Based on a breakdown of how red and blue counties voted in the 2012 election, Swap.com has revealed the most popular picks among liberals and conservatives.

That’s A Lot of Look

When it comes to clothes, both Republicans and Democrats are buttoning and bundling up in interesting ways. Republicans prefer dresses to skirts and, when it is warm, buy more Capri pants and Bermuda and cargo shorts. Meanwhile, Democrats are pairing jeggings with a blazer and their favorite sports jersey topped off by a puffy coat.

Democrats are

69% more likely to wear jeggings

39% more likely to wear jerseys

31% more likely to wear sweaters

30% more likely to wear blazers

22% more likely to wear puffy coats

21% more likely to wear button-up shirts

14% more likely to wear skirts

Republicans are

Methodology:

Color And Clothing Choices

When we see certain colors, they produce chemical reactions in our brains that can make us feel certain emotions. For example you are more likely to order more food in a restaurant that is decorated with a lot of red because that color makes us hungry. Sports teams often paint the opposing teams locker room pink because that color makes people tired. Guests on late night TV hang out in the Green Room before coming on stage because that color is the most calming and relaxing. So what could certain candidates be trying to sell you via their color and clothing choices?

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The Psychology Of Tie Colors In The Race For President

Have you ever asked yourself the question why we only see red and blue ties on presidential candidates as of recently? Some might argue that candidates will choose those ties that best reflects their partys identify, meaning red ties for Republican Romney, and blue ties for Democrat President Obama, but this is only partially true.

Take Tuesdays Presidential debate for instance. Romney wore a bright blue and white striped tie while Obama opted for a burgundy-red piece, a change that I was very happy to see. Pre-debate I was actually hoping that Obama would be wearing a red tie a color that is synonymous with power, confidence, and excitement all things Obama lacked in the first debate.

Obama is Taking Charge, Wearing a Burgundy-Red Tie

I am now making the argument that Obamas red tie helped him step up his game during the last debate. Not only did the tie grabbed the audiences attention, but I strongly belief that it gave President Obama a boost of confidence after taking a look in the mirror.

The psychology & emotional effects of colors is definitely nothing new. In fact, psychologists have been researching the meaning of colors for decades, if not centuries, and evidence does indeed prove that certain colors do evoke certain emotional responses in people. This is nothing new to presidential candidates who pay attention to what colors to pick out for a public appearance.

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No Consensus On Colors Before 2000

According to Smithsonian magazine:

The explanation Archie Tse, a senior graphics editor for the Times, gave to Smithsonian for his choice of colors for each party was fairly straightforward:

I just decided red begins with r, Republican begins with r. It was a more natural association. There wasnt much discussion about it.

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Red Vs Blue: Why Necktie Colors Matter

ByRobert Roy Britt01 March 2017

Few world leaders or CEOs want to be seen as aloof.

But does it matter whether one wears red or blue? Yes, suggest several studies, including one published in the journal Science on Feb. 6, 2009. More on that in a moment.

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I assured the senators that we will cooperate as closely as we can to solve common problems, Bush said after the meeting.

From our side, we think that is a symbolic indication, and were off to a good start, Durbin said.

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How The Colors Came To Be Red White And Blue

Of the 205 sovereign nations in the world, 21 share red, white and blue as their flags colors. But why do so many share the same trio of colors, and what do they represent?

On July 4, 1776, a resolution was passed by Congress authorizing the development of a seal for the new country which reflected the Founding Fathers values.

According to TIME Magazine, however, Mike Buss, a flag expert with the American Legion, points to the red, white and blue used in the Union Jack of England.

They come from the three colors that the Founding Fathers had served under or had been exposed to, said Buss.

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Lately I have received many DMs asking for advice on how to get noticed, how to get followers or advice on similar matters from people who have just a couple posts, if anything. So cheers on you guys for taking the first step, and I hope I can help you more throughout your journey! Now, onto the post: advice on how to start a studyblr.

Also, it’s going to be a long post. Therefore… Welcome to our GUIDE TO START A STUDYBLR

WHY STARTING A STUDYBLR

There are many reasons you might be thinking about getting started. You might be looking for some extra motivation, wanting to motivate others, the aesthetic or just to give it a try and see if you like it. Everything is a good reason to start posting!

WHAT DO I NEED TO START A STUDYBLR

First, let’s get one thing straight: the Aesthetic™ , AKA MacBooks, muji pens and moleskine journals should not stress you. Yeah, it’s cool. But you don’t need any of these things to start a studyblr. Just that curiosity that pushes you to learn and motivation to start one. Also, take small steps! Your goal might be achieving The Aesthetic, but that takes practise and hard work, not MacBooks or expensive ink. You can handletter with stabilos. Or with Milan markers from the corner shop. So no, you don’t need loads of money to start a studyblr: just start posting.

OK, I GET IT, I SHOULD JUST START A STUDYBLR RIGHT NOW. BUT HOW?

WHERE TO START: MAIN BLOG OR SIDEBLOG?

A good place to start is deciding if your studyblr is going to be a side blog or a main blog. For the newbies: you can only like, follow and make asks from your main blogs, but you can only have a blog with several authors and protected with a password with your side blog.

THE URL

Then, you should choose a URL. Most people just use their name and add “studies” or “academics” or something like that, like @emmastudies or @juliasacads. You can go more imaginative, like @studytherin or @brainiakk, but it would be good if your URL is related with studies in some way, it will be easier to find.

NOW, ONTO THE ICON.

You are going to need an icon. This icon is going to be your presentation card, so it better be good, following your taste and aesthetic and related to studies. People are going to see your posts reblogs by other people in their feed, and the only thing they will see of you, apart from the post itself, is your icon. So no pressure.

Some good places to create your own icon are canva or PicsArt, but canva is easier to use and has some great ready-to-wear templates, so I’d go for that one.

TIP: if you use letters in your icon, make sure they’re big enough to be seen when the icon is in use.

YOUR APPEARANCE AND THEME

Your appearance is how people see your blog when they’re in the app. Your theme is how they see it when they’re either logged into Tumblr and decide to stalk you or searching specifically for your prompt blog in a web browser.

Here you have @studylex’s appearance in the app:

And here you have the blog when you look her up/click on her username from your computer:

Her blog is so pretty because of her theme. If she didn’t have a theme, that’s how blogs look:

Yeah I know that’s an empty blog I created to show this. But you get the idea: a theme does wonders.

Themes are custom designs, which have a code you can change to make the blog look more according to your likes. You can choose among an almost infinite amount of them, and they are usually customizable from a tool bar, so you won’t have to learn programming for it. If you want to though, take a look here.

As I said before, themes are really varied so you don’t need to customize them much. You can find themes just by searching “Tumblr themes” in Google, or using this link, this one, or this one.

YOUR DESCRIPTION

You will have probably noticed the description most people in Tumblr have, and (although this part is very easy) you might be wondering what to put there.

Most studyblrs do something like this description by @chemathetics:

It says their level of studies, their subjects, their name and sometimes their age. Usually also their Hogwarts house because everyone is a fan of Harry Potter, and it’s surprising how much you know about one person once they tell you their Hogwarts house.

Most studyblrs also have a tag they track. If you are going to do this, it should also be specified in the description.

TIP: Make sure you tag is not something like #hello because then you’ll go crazy trying to deal with the amount of posts using that tag.

You will also see some people using links in their descriptions, usually to their answered asks and their original posts. This way (taken from @studytherin’s blog)

Although some themes have options to do this, the best way is to use a tag system to keep your blog well organised and tidy, and add the links to your tagged “x” posts. If you browse https://blogname.tumblr.com/tagged/tag, you’ll see. To create a link to a specific tag inside your blog and add it to your description, do that, you will have to use HTML and insert it into your description from the edit option of your theme. THIS WILL NOT WORK IF YOU TRY TO ADD IT FROM THE APP. I will soon make as post with basic HTML functions, but here’s what you will have to use anyway:

link text

In the url part, add https://blogname.tumblr.com/tagged/tag. In the link text part, whatever you want to be shown in your description link.

Then, of course, you will have to be careful to keep a good tag system. Think about the things you want to separate and DON’T FORGET WHAT TAGS YOU ARE USING!! Also, be careful for typos.

Some tags you can use to organise your blog are #original for your original posts, #inspo for those posts that make you want to sit down and study, #bujo for your bujo posts… yeah, you get it.

TIP: Since you specified that the link will go to the posts tagged #tag INSIDE YOUR BLOG, theres no problem if you use a simple tag (the #hello example would work here, the link would only display the #hello tagged posts INSIDE your blog)

SO MY BLOG IS DRESSED FOR A PARTY. WHAT NOW?

You said it: your blog looks awesome. Now you should get started on the content. Firstly, your intro.

Here’s how a normal studyblr intro looks like:

THINGS YOU SHOLD SAY IN YOUR INTRO:

Your name and age (if you are comfortable enough)

Your study level

The subjects you are taking and what you will be posting about: for example, if you are going to be a langblr or a sciencblr.

What made you want to start a studyblr

A little insight into you: do you like reading, watching movies, comics, a music group…

Some stdyblrs that inspire you. You shouldn’t fill your post with 100 names, but maybe up to 50 people its fine. You should just add @theirusername , and they will receive a notification and very likely reblog your posts and welcome you in some way. Thats one of the coolest parts of the studyblr community: how supportive it is.

TAGS TO USE IN YOUR INTRO POST.

#newstudyblr: some people track it

#intro post

#studyblr,#studyspo, etc

The tag system in tumblr is to be taken into account too: only the first five tags show up in most people’s search engines. This means that you can use as many tags as you want, but most people people will only be able to find your post using the first five tags. So, use them well!

TIP: tag it first with what it is: #bujo, #langblr, #studyblr. Then use the next few tags for tags other people track, so they will be able to find your post. You can add your organization tag past the five tags, because since its a search inside your own blog, the five tag rule doesn’t apply. You can add as many funny tags as you want later, like #im so bored.

There you go! You published your first official post as a studyblr!! Now, how should I keep it alive, gaining followers and reblogs and making studyblr friends?

Your intro post should work pretty well with that: with the personal information you provided (what you like, etc) people with similar interests might message you. With your study level and subjects, people who are doing similar things/running similar blogs will follow you. With tagging people, your post will be reblogged and reach a wider number of people. So your intro post will get you your first followers. Now you just have to stay active! The studyblr community is incredibly nice, so you can message most studyblrs anytime, and ask them how they’re feeling that day, or make some asks about how they take pictures or stuff like that. There are also a lot of networks and studygroups you can join that will help you meet other studyblrs. Don’t hesitate joining them!

The key to keep your blog alive is to keep posting. I know its hard to post original content everyday, but reblogging content is easy, so do it! Be careul to reblog only studyblr related stuff. I love harry styles, but I have another account for that. Original content is what gives your blog its true meaning, so DO NOT JUST STOP WITH IT. And again, if you dont reach the level of @emmastudies or @juliasacads‘s original posts just yet, do not lose faith! Those amazing looking posts take practise! Ask them for advice and keep trying, having a studyblr is not just about posting nice stuff, but also about becoming better and better.

I wish you the best with your new studyblr!

#new studyblr #advice #tutorial #help #studyblr #how to start a studyblr #why starting a studyblr #should i start a studyblr?#yes you should #just read and see how to #smallstudyblrclub #sscluboriginal

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Fanfic Generator, Commentary by Camelia.

[Formal Camelia] Littlebigplanet three: Franz Mesm VS. Newton Pud. off to a good start already.

It was a darj and snowy night. Fran Mesm had been bored, so bored, you wooldn’t bleve it. She had been there together in the room with and . Normally they could perfectly entertain each other, but not this time. And to make matters worse, it was almost impossible to go to town. It was too snowy, too dark.

[Annoyed Camelia] Spelleng errors GOD.

“Urgh,” said , “I wish Newton Pud would attack. At least we’d have something to do.” agreed, “I agree,” she said and started throwing mobile phone at the wall, just to catch it again when it bounced off. “Uuuurgh,” she then said as well, because she agreed with , “Don’t you know anything to do, Fran Mesm?”

[Camelia] Whats with all the blanks? Are we supposed to have sidekicks?

Fran Mesm’s gaze went down the room, past teddy Bear and a stack of g-strings. Then Her eye fell onto a lone empty bottle they had used the evening before.

I know,” said Fran Mesm, “How about we play...............spin...the....BOTTLE!”

“What a superb idea” “Oh year!” and also peaked up “Yeaaaah!”

[Camelia Laughing] Oh god why? WHY?

So they all sad down and Fran Mesm took the bottle first. Hilariously, it landed on , but Fran Mesm thought was quite a bit too creepy and really didn't want to kiss the man. She hoped the others might have mistook it for landing on , but judging the howls of laughter and the rising anticrepation in the room, they probably didn't.

[Camelia] Don't. Just don't.

"But but dont you all see it really landed on ?" "Laaawl no, u shuld kiss ," said . The fact that she said it made Fran Mesm feel rejected :(

But then, all the sudden.... Newton Pud attacked! --- Meanwhile, Fran Mesms mind was wondered back to the past. It was S holy communion party, which everyone was invited too. The party was awesome as always, because was hosting it.

[Laughing Camelia] What the actual fuck? Did it go from a formal spelling error to a teenage slang?

Fran Mesm was pretty drunk that day. If Fran Mesm was honest, She couldn't remember much that happened. Only something about a staff of power,a rabbi and a traffic cone.

There was one thing that stuck in Her mind though. Something She would never forget. Newton Pud. Newton Pud was wearing a mask that night

Everyone had come as something or someone else.

[Camelia] Here comes to cringe~ Lets all cringe~

Everyone had come as something or someone else.

WAS DRESSed as . WAS DRESSed as . WAS DRESSed as Fran Mesm. Fran Mesm was dressed as Newton Pud. And Newton Pud was dressed as a phaser.

Fran Mesm was instantly attracted to Newton Pud in Her costume. The way She moved. The way She talked.The way She flicked Her hair. Newton Pud was doing a Karaoke number. It was "500 miles". And She was awesome. She sung like a true seductor.The audience was miasmarised by Newton Pud.

[Shocked Camelia] NEWTON IS A GIRL IN THIS!? I THOUGHT WE SAID HE WAS A GUY!

Fran Mesm got up and sang too. When Newton Pud was singing 500 miles it was like the words spoke to Her. Newton Pud seemed to be addressing each word of the song just to Her. The room faded away and it was just the two of them. No one else in the world. They gazed into eachother eyes as Newton Pud spoke the last lyric. Then silence.

Suddenly, Fran Mesm was woken out of the flashback by the present

[Calm Camelia] At least this one's good-

AUTHORS NOTE: I HAVE SKIPED THE JORNEY BIT, BECAUSE IT WOULD BE BOREING..NO AUTHOR WRITES STORYS ABOUT TRAVELING! *yawn*! ' "We are almost there. " said Fran Mesm as they arrived near there journeys end.' "Arhhhhhhhhhhhh" said as he fall down a cliff. "Nooooo....." "There there, it will be ok" "No..This is something...you cannot ease" "Why?" "You dont have boobs!" "oh"

"Don't worry, I feel better." What happened next was soo cool you will like it a lot, basically, it went like this:

Only it was even cooler because i didnt have to write it! When it was in my head the words didnt get in the way. btw, Excuse me if i skip the words occasionally, its to save me time. Ok, after they finished with the gin they went to the base where the final battle started when they got there. Dont worry! The bad guy dies!

[Camelia] WHY THE FUCK DOES THE AUTHOR SKIP THE GOOD STUFF! WHYYYYYYYYYY!?

The next time they saw eachother Newton Pud winked at Fran Mesm, remembering what happened at the party.Fran Mesm blushed. Some of the others giggled. Did they know? Fran Mesm didn't care. ---- Now, how to find him? We know she has a castle, but theres so many!"

Fran Mesm said: "I have worked it out. Remember the secret note? Its a code to tell us the address! Look, see I solved it. The solution was very clever, and it all made sense. "Wow, I could have never worked that out, well done" "Yes, well done indeed"

So they went to the base. As they entered there was lots of Robots. So they swung back their trenchcoats and murdercided them all with their concealed ak-74s of awesome(but no one died!). . "Lets take the ventalation shaft!" "Thats a good plan, so we can sneak to the roof undetected" So they got into the ventilation shaft.

They traveled upto the roof, ver the ducks, thus avoiding the security systems because they are smart. We are here, said Fran Mesm crawling out the duck, and putting her shirt on. --- Fran Mesm had some time before he had to do anything, so She decided to have another flashback.

It was just after the Karaoke. They had stepped of the stage to loud applause and were now looking at eachother. "Hi" Fran Mesm said, meekly. "Hay" Newton Pud said, also meekly. Their confidence from moments ago had evaporated like alcohol. "Do you want too..." "maybe.." "ok then." So they walked to the cloakroom. It wasn't long before their lips were together. Fran Mesm couldn't remember who made the first move. She did remember the taste though. The taste of Newton Pud. Newton Pud tasted like apricot on a spring noon. Refreshing and salty but also a bit sour. What had they been eating? Fran Mesm tried to work out it. It took much tung work. After a few minutes mouth to mouth pot holing, Newton Pud guessed what Fran Mesm was doing. "I had pineapple for lunch." "oh" "you dont have to stop though" "oh. Good!" Fran Mesm said, with great relief. They finally drew away after what seemed a whole august but was only mere minutes. The taste of Newton Pud's lips still lingered in Fran Mesm's mouth as they finally looked upon each other with new eyes. Relieved sighs came from both of them as both embraced, Newton Pud snuggling against Fran Mesm's neck as he snuggled upto Newton Pud's torso.

(lots of hugging happened after this).

. They had a lot of..."fun".

"Sorry about that, I got a little carried away" said Fran Mesm. "Thats ok I.....enjoyed it." said Newton Pud blushing in the way they always did. "Tomorrow?" "Yes" said Newton Pud. "I'll bring some of my toys next time for us to play with" said Fran Mesm.

And with that they left the cloakroom and returned to the party. The months that followed were fun but they never told their friends.

--- "So you have come" said a voice booming from the sky A eagle appeared above them. Newton Pud laughed at them from it. "Ha Ha Ha Ha" "I could gun you all down from here with my mace, but I would rather do this...personal style." she leaped down and landed at the far side of the rooftop "Ready?" she said, still laughing.

. Fran Mesm removed her shirt and flexed her abs. "Yes. I am ready. " With that they leaped at eachother, metaphorical guns blazzing (which were littoral machettes). "I kill you dead" Newton Pud head butted Fran Mesm in the chest

Fran Mesm fell backwards in pain punching a few times before crashing to the ground. "Ha Ha Ha Ha" laughed Newton Pud "You could never have defeated me, so why did you even try?" "I had too, for all that is good and just in the world." "Well now you will die. Goodbye." Newton Pud leaned over Fran Mesm holding a large rock.

"Quick Fran Mesm use this!" said Riverview ,chucking a nearby DVDcase towards Fran Mesm. Fran Mesm grabbed it and chucked it towards Newton Pud hard, knocking her backwards....off the edge of the tall bungalow they were on! "Goodbye, Newton Pud have a nice fall!" "ARrrrrgggg"

"We are safe now, she fell to certain doom." and got out from the bush where they were cuddleing. "Thank you, you saved us all" "Dont mention it."

So they left the tower and went home. They lived happily ever after and had lots of kids. The End

[Camelia] WHY....THIS HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH LBP3!

More CRINGE coming soon!

#cringe #Fanfic Generator #Lbp3 #Wtf

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2017-4(APR)-26-Wednesday--This ghetto grows & no rain--and a loud SMASH at Fatguts old drug dealer place. (CRIME AGAIN)

2017-4(APR)-26-Wednesday--This ghetto grows & no rain--and a loud SMASH at Fatguts old drug dealer place.

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Desite weather department crytsal ball gazing reports, there is no rain in this hellhole and there has been NO RAIN AT ALL for I don't know how long now. Despite their official weather rainfall records saying otherwise. Everything and myself is dying.

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I read in the one of the local free newspapers (about local matters), of a woman thieving clothing of the usual black type to skulk around in darkness that the Abos wear around here (as if its now some sort of traditional clothing they've worn for thousands of years).

And theres a knowing fragment of the NEWS story that shows you more than what is told....."The woman, who was known to staff"

If I rememeber, I'll try to attemtp to attach the image to this post but I cannot guarentee anything because I have not been able to do hardly ANYTHING because of next-to-no connectivity and less than snail-paced internet speeds.

The NEWS story, is indicative of the kind of mounting crime things that dear Fliss was battling in the jobs she was employed in. But when dear Fliss tried to intervene against thefts, it wa Fliss herself that recieved retribution and finally being sacked by the company itself! - That crushed dear Fliss incredibly so. She was sobbing and in tears and her heart and soul crashed and she then shortly later took to taking and stealing all sorts of sleeping pills and pain pills which continued to escalate. And which lead to a terrible night in September 2015 when she had a pshychotic episode and dear Fliss fled to the other side of Australia. That event has destroyed me. I still love you Fliss and I want to be with you.

But back to what I was saying before, I'll do a copy & paste of the local news crime story for you to read. It is SO typical of the criminals that are about here and walk these streets ON the streets at any time of the night or day on any day.

The NEWS story mentions the time and by that, I can see that it was a late night shopping early in the night. Such criminals are VERY active around that time. It's after the heat of the day and close to darkness so they can escape into the dark.

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25 Apr 2017 - Midland Reporter

A WOMAN bit a loss prevention officer on the arm after stealing from a local retail store.

Pair wanted over thefts

Midland police have released CCTV images of a woman and man they believe can help with their investigation.

The woman, who was known to staff, entered the store about 6pm on Thursday, April 6.

She was followed by the officer and was seen putting clothes into a blue bag.

She bought a soft drink when she left the store but did not pay for the clothes.

The officer followed the woman out of the store and after a verbal confrontation the woman bit the officer’s left forearm before leaving with the goods.

She is described as darkskinned, 20 to 25 years old, of medium build with a tattoo on her right leg and right inner arm.

She was last seen wearing a black Fila T-shirt and black shorts with white stripes.

The man is described as darkskinned, 20 to 25 years old with a blue Adidas shirt and green pants.

Report information online at crimestopperswa.com.au or call 1800 333 000.

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And in THIS hellhole today, this morning......

Around 9:30am, there was an Abo woman with kid in pram, checks out the de-fenced evicted abo drug dealer house. The security fence that kept it from being openly invaded has been taken down & taken away sometime over the last couple of days.

I saw this woman who was acting obvious, lazily come along and she sees that the security fence had been taken down, a tall wire security fence that has been there for around a full year and more.

Whilst she was there or just before she was there, a LOUD SMASH! from there was heard. It sounded like a big pane of glass had been smashed, just like the ones that are in the front of that ex-drug dealer evicted house.

That sound was what made me stop what I was doing and look to see what else was happening. (read on for a possible further or ancillary explanation of the SMASH!)

The aboriginal woman re-appeared with her brat in the steet, stood by the letterbox, and got onto her mobile phone, then waited there until a small minibus vehicle came into the street and parked at the driveway there.

Whatever happened there then, was hidden from sight. Whoever was in the minibus was hidden from sight.

After around 15 minutes, they left. The minibus driving away. The abo woman wheeling away her pram and kid.

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I've long stated before that MANY things happen all at once (simultaneously) in this hellhole. Below is another example that occurred this morning at the SAME TIME as the above had been happening across the road.....

Within a minute or less before the woman was at the evicted-empty aboriginal drug dealer house, across the road from there where she was in a rental house inhabited by aboriginals now, which is located right NEXT DOOR to the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD which itself is the base of so much shit and crime around here, a dark crimson sedan pulled into that place and at the same moment a large LOUD CRASH! was instantly heard.

I at first thought perhaps the car had driven into something. But it sounded nothing like a car had driven into anything. The SMASH! sound, sounded just like the couontless other SMASH! sounds done by aborignals done in other peoples houses by the aboriginals from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD. (look back in my blog last year and see how many countless times that happened. And which was the reason why a big wire security fence was put up at that property across from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD in the first place!

The tall wire security fence goes, and straight away the damned place is AGAIN being smashed into!

Across the road, in the driveway of the aboriginal house NEXT DOOR TO the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD, the abo driver got out on the driveway and just hung about standing next to his drivers door looking about.

Meanwhile, the woman abo woman with a kid in a pram has let the kid out and the kid was then wheeling its own pram about outside the evicted aboriginal drug dealer house. And she would walk into the property time and time again and was hidden from sight....

Eventually, abo males came out of the house next door to the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD that the car was parked at and they milled about on the driveway and watched the woman across the road from them.

A white 'minibus' kind of vehicle, arrived from Clayton Street, drove into 6 Kalara Way, and into the evicted empty aboriginal drug dealers house's driveway now that the security fence was gone. The entire area became even more hidden from sight by virtue of the size of the minibus.

Shortly later the minibus vehicle and everything else drove away. So did the woman and the child and the pram.

When eventually the minibus left, so too did the crimson sedan, as if they were remote controlle and all-connected.

They left.

Just as other neighbour vehicles or visitors (perhaps medical visitors?) arrived to their innocent homes near there.

All this occurred all at the same time. Vehicles were forced to wait for others to move out of the way until they could drive past. It was like a burgeoning mini-traffic jam.

Everything happens all at once around this hellhole, which makes it difficult when telling anyone about any one thing, when it all can be connected and often is.

Don't you think the criminals exploit this?

IMPORTANT NOTE:-- There is a further part of this smashing episode in this blog report!

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Earlier, not by much, the abo toddler in diapers that's allowed to wander onto the roads and walk along ON the roads, that toddler was once again standing by the roadside by itself where one step would take it onto the road to be run over. (I hoped it would be.)

I don't know what happened after that. I was too busy attending to Sam & Max to attend to and clean up their guard dog ablutions.

It may very well have been THAT SAME toddler in the pram that the woman in the de-fenced evicted drug dealer house was at. The toddler was the same size and stuff but what was different was that the toddler wasn't just only dressed in a diaper but the one that the abo woman was at the house with was dressed and wearing shoes. (dressed-up to be presented, and be presentable to others)

The abo toddler at the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD was no longer wandering about and was unseen.

So the entire thing with the the abo woman may be them trying to obtain the evicted drug dealer house for 'herself', it may yet be just ANOTHER ploy, by taking control of yet ANOTHER house to make their ghetto area just for themselves even GREATER in size and scope.

The aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD was itself falsley obtained (so I have heard) by aboriginal women claiming they were lesbians and needed a house. And so they were given rental of that house. But as for being poor disadvanted aboriginal 'lesbians'....they never were. It was just another lie. Who came up with that crazy excuse? But that's what was stated. And so the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD came into being. And it has risen in crime. it has skyrocketted in crime once across the road from them the aboriginal drug dealer which was finally evicted in early 2015.

But the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD has taken over being amongst the tops of all the aboriginals CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLDS in this hellhole area.

And believe me, the fairy tale of 'lesbians' was just that. The place has so many men in it, and visiting it, that it's just another lie like the many they constantly perpetrate. It's a plot aboriginals love doing, send out the women to get things done, and when ready, the males all move in. And you wonder why government agencies and departments and Police can't fathom what the hell is going on? -- Liars are being believed with blind trust whilst innocents are marginalised and suffer incredibly.

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Sam & Max began intruder barking loudly.

It was a ute, a vehicle slowly driving along in the streets, then pulling up outside on the verge of the rented corner house that had had its fence smashed by aborigines and huge gaping holes in that have multiplied and grown larger.

Apparently there was just one man in the vehicle, and he went into the rented house there.

But that wasn't the end of going in and out of the vehicle which only has two doors because for the next 15 nminutes or so, countless opening and closings of car doors were heard over and over again.

This is exactly the kind of insane behaviour that goes on in the rented house itself, and has been going on this morning too. Countlees LOUD SLAMMINGS of house doors over and over and over.....

The only thing missing was the usual loud vocal arguments from there and the indecipherable shoutings which usually accompanies the LOUD bangings.

Now.......just think of what everything I have written about just noises ALONE being made, (and this is a 'quiet' day), and you can see how all the shit has DEEPLY upset dear Sam and Max, and does so every day.

The next ruckus will be the postman on his motorbike going along the footpaths and and all about delivering mail.

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STOP PRESS!

At 1:15pm (13:15), a glaziers vehicle came with material (extra glass and windows) and went to the EXACT SAME empty household that the aboriginal woman I had spoken about earlier in this post had gone to, which also was heard an almighty SMASH! sound.......

That empty house has full-sized glass sliding front doors. And they have been smashed truly countless times and destroyed. And replaced. And smashed again, and replaced, and over and over and ovver countless times, so much so that the damned entire place was eventually 'quarantined' by a tall wirelink security fence put in place around it to try to stop it being vandalsied and invaded by aboriginals. (aboriginals who come from across the roads from there from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD)- How handy it is for them.

Countless West Australian Police visits and investigations. Equals nothing.

Fence goes away, abos start smashing things AGAIN. - Same old, same old.

I thought that sound might have had been strangely done somehow by a car across the road from there which had also arrived almost at the same time as that aboriginal woman this morning, but it looks to be more likely that there was AGAIN an illegal SMASHING of the (evicted) aboriginal drug dealers house AGAIN by an aboriginal woman........as if the damned place hasn't already been broken (smashed) into countless times in 2015 into 2016 that time by a screaming mad aboriginal woman from the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD.......

The glaziers utility vehicle had commercial advertising upon it stating, "Action Glass" "24 hours".

All this shit is VERY VERY common here. It's what goes on all the time.

See what happens when the security fence to keep out the criminal aboriginals is taken down and taken away?

I doubt whether the West Australian Police will even bother to go and investigate, preferring it all to be swept under the carpet as always. Or to pretend it never happened.

I'm not saying anything. I'm not a person anymore.

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The acumulating of housings which house feral and criminal aboriginals is known fact. And it creates outright ghettos out of previoulsy good and respectable areas.

A ghetto empire.

Just like in so many far flung country towns of West Australia and other Australian states where criminal aboriginals roam at will night and day and effectively 'rule' a town by crime and violence. - And the towns empty of the normal people, only leaving those who cannot get away, and those who have busnesses to run, to continue struggling. -- The end result is 'ghost towns' where roamaing bands of drunken/drugged aboriginals roam about on foot or in cars of mostly men but not always. - (sound familiar?)

That's what this area has become. - And why do you think aboriginals keep flooding into here?

-- It's what they do. It's what they love. And from such places they shout DEMANDS for everything to be given to them free of charge. The houses lay in semi-ruins, destroyed by the aboriginals themselves (sound familiar?), their health is destroyed (drugs and alcohol), and as always the only businesses that survive are the general store and a liquor store. JUST AS IT IS HERE.

I'll try to review from memory what a recent late 2016 or early 2017 documentary titled, "Reggie Yates- Hidden Australia". And it was season 1 episode 1 titled "Black in the Outback".

That documntray program has since been avaialable to Australian to view. And that episode received vociferous indignations and condemnations by...aboruginals. (a hard public relations-like dismissal of the entire thing and the condemnation of saying anything bad about aborigines was mounted.) But it's all true. The aboriginal crime, the roaming aboriginals drunk andor on drugs, the destructions of things about them.....the supposed 'reverence' of things that they just use anyway....and ruin........of objects and people.....

I happened to see the British documentary before all the furore of it came about by aboriginals.

A British reporter and camerman were doing an hour-long or more story wanting to know how and why insane destructive 'riots' by aboriginals break out in Australian towns. The reporter was truly shocked and could not fathom what he saw and experienced. - He tried to interview an aboriginal household. They were all drunk/on drugs and were mindlessly wandering about. They all rushed at him and started giving insane American gang signs with their hands and uttering unintelligible gibberish. His voice-over stated that they said he'd arrived after a party (as if THAT would explain their insane behaviour) but went on to state that there was a 'party' EVERY NIGHT going on. -- The later furore after the documentary has tried to explain all that claiming that it was a wake for a dead aboriginal person.......

The reporter struggled to actually do any reporting because of constantly being flooded around by aborignals. The doco continued. He went away to then interview the one of the towns businesses, a general store. The (non-aboriginal) owner saw the camera crew and angrily demanded to know what was going on. He explained that so MANY other media had made the town into a media circus (news stories that were critical of everyone else instead of the actual ones, the aborignals who were responsible for rioting) and that he was sick of it all because nothing was ever done about the aboriginals and their continual crime. (sound familiar?)

The British reporter went to another place, a motel where he and his cameraman were staying. And the poor woman staffer manning the place decried how she herself wanted to get the hell out of the entire area. And she would do so as soon as she was able to. They failed to get her to state why, but it was obvious. - She politely warned the reporter to make SURE his motel room was securely locked or suffer the consequences of aboriginal rampant crime.

The documentary then changed. It was weird. You could actually see the entire documentary switch into 'the other side' mode, where he was now setting out to hear what the abos themselves had to say about it all. You know the usual garbage, having to have a 'balanced' news story even if you have to invent balance.....

He returned to the place where the drunken drugged-up abos were and he once again tried to interview them. This time he was more succesful (or the film editing was made to make it seem so), and it showed more 'normal' aboriginal people or at least ones he could talk to. And he was told some of the problems of which booze and drugs were admitted but.....there was no 'opportunities' for younger people blah blah blah.....and so that was the actual reason why aboriginals were being so active in crime.

The Brutish reporter then set about the town to find and interview young aboriginal kids. They found a pile of them lounging on in a bus shelter (sound familiar, its what they do here too), and the small crowd of them (at least on film) were all females and so were somewhat able to be filmed. And they went on about there being 'nothing to do'......it was all situated outside of a petrol station. I REALLY wanted to hear from the petrol employees too (as dear Fliss was one once) but the documentary conveniently did not, or perhaps they had been told to piss orf courtesy of the oil company that ran the petrol station, and who's word is god.

The British reporter then went to some sort of strange place that was an activity-centre for aboriginal youths in the town. And as the reporter stated, it also helped them get away from abusive (aboriginal) adults. But it was really just a funded place that was to try to keep them from roaming the town and comitting rampant constant crime. (sound familiar?) -- The place was had all the usual things to seemingly placate aboriginals sensitivities....pictures and paintings of kangaroos and aboriginal artwork.....the whole 'get involved in your culture' kind of vibe......as if that would stop them from doing crime and being criminal.......

Inside, the reporter focussed on one aboriginal boy (using him as a 'hook' for the entire 'hope' side of the story), and he was just as barely intelligble as the rest, and he blathered on (as kids do) about wanting to be something or other when he grew up, which was obviously so far from becoming reality that the entire documentary ended by the reporter stating he didn't expect the kids dreams to become reality, especially in a place like the town he was in or elsewhere.

Another part of the documentary had the reporter and camerman out at night shooting kangaroos dead with aboriginals in a ute. They collected some and brought them back with them.

The British reporter apparently had been 'invited' to a party, at the first location he'd visited in the doumentary where the house had all its flywire ripped holes into, and the house itself half-ruined. (sound familiar?). - And so he and the camerman went to it at night.

He gets offered booze straight away which he didn't really want, as the camerman films the kangaroos being hacked up and then cooked upon an ordinary outdoor barbeque the kind you buy from a hardware store. I'm sure it was all entertaining for British viewers.

And what he also noted and they showed in the documentaey was the HUGE mass of empty aluminium booze cans, of beer & hard liquor. Hundreds if not thousands of cans. (Those sorts of things usually get tossed around on the streets in this hellhole, be it smashed bottles or crushed cans.)

The documentary went on and he left the interminable drunken party that was getting more out of hand and not to his liking or the camera documentary being made during the night. It was starting to show their true 'normal' everyday/night existance, and so they wound up the documentary of all that.

And then they went back and constrasted it with the abo kid in the walk-in 'activity' centre place. -- Then the documentary ended. Not with any firm conclusions being made, not with any answers being sought, it all just ended in a weird 'pity them' stance and 'forgive them of everything they do' attitude.

I'm sure the British guy and his camerman were glad to be getting away from the entire area, but of course that would never be admitted.

If you want to see this documentary for yourself, you'll need to track it down. It's "Reggie Yates- Hidden Australia" season 1, episode 1). And you can make your own conclusions.

The documentary resulted in VERY hard public relations against it by aboriginals who were most displeased that it was showing things that are normally not seen by the public, let alone the entire Austealian public, let alone the world public.

It was branded as being utterly fake and fabricated and downright lying.

Read about the furore:

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2017-03-08/bbc-apologises-for-misleading-viewers-indigenous-documentary/8335468

and

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2017-03-07/anger-among-indigenous-residents-of-wilcannia-about-portrayal/8304638

In the furore after the documentary, constantly aboruginals admit things are bad but they also don't want any of it being known about, crazily just focussing on positive things that are being tried to stop booze and use.

Geez...if anything reeks of public relations backlash, then those two NEWS reports about the documnentary certainly does.

It's like somebody being murdered, but you're never allowed to know who's been killed because of weirdo native beliefs of not ever showing photographs of a deceased aboriginal person when they were alive.

It's this incredible bending over backwards to satisfy aboriginals that not just clouds aborignals many problems in Australia,but tries to pretend that the problems are never as bad as ANYBODY says that are. -- And yet they ARE.

Countless money and innumerble programs and schemes and strategies have come and failed and gone time and again in Australia. When you are actually prevented from performing anything good, when its exploited and stolen, suddenly it becomes a 'white mans fault'. And if you are not a white man, you are branded as such.

And Australian aboriginals are constantly demanding to be in control of EVERYTHING. As if that would fix everyuthing. They even have demanded a part of Australia that is solely controlled by aboriginlas for aboriginlas in every way Despite exactly that having been done al over the country. and those places failing. Often being swindled by fellow aboriginals who are into it all for evrything they can get.

So that is the way it currently is in AUSTRALIA, and it has been for a great many years.

But several things have changed.........there is a massive amount of money available from mysterious uknown 'benefactors' being used to fund things and to prop up things and to try-out new things all of which have failed before but hey, lets keep trying them somebody decides), and the money is amazingly bailing out situations and people that shifts the responsibility of them onto others.....like to the Police and authorities (inlcuding new ones)....so that all the problems can constantly be treated as if it's all some sort of theoretical problem that can be solve with just more money.....

A mysterious 'unknown' paid for the the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD's rent to stop them being evicted for not paying their massive backlog of unpaid rent. (MANY innocent residents/victims were counting on them going away.) And since then that place hasn't got better. It just spread out. More aboriginals and criminals have waded in and tried to be part of all that. Street drinking and drinks wandering about STILL goes on, the majority of the criminal aboriginal kids STILL don't go to any school, the men and strangers keep coming and going, the camping-out on streets and street corners still goes on, the feral kids are STILL all about, the baby tollder aboriginal in diapers is STILL wandering all over ON the roads and in traffic by itself (even after a year of all the 'help') by the nameless departments and so on. The damned toddler was carried about by an aboriginal woman yesterday, only for the damned toddler in a diaper today to be standing next to the road by itself once more.........

And the crime STILL goes on by the same ones as before, whilst also attracting other criminals to join in, and also training up new criminals from young ones.......on and on and on.....

Ol Reggie Yates has since been vilified for the documentary, as has the production crew, and the company repsonsible has gone into damage mode. - Anyone who has NOT been the recipient of crime from criminal aboriginals has no idea and so they're jumping onto the bandwagon. Everything is rosy when reality takes a backseat to engineered outrage.

Wait until the next incident arrives....how will the apoligists explain that away? - They won't and they can't. Standard operating procedure. Ignore reality. The kings of public relations are rolling in money, and being PR for Australian aboriginals is a lucrative contract that never ends.

Meanwhile, sacred land of aboriginals keeps getting sold away, as does other things, and a hint of it all is bandied about to keep the furores down to an acceptible level.

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If the aboriginals in this area, the hellhole where I barely can live, if they were good and nice and normal humans, responsible, caring, honest, trustworthy, reliable, helpful.......I and many other innocents wouldn't be so vocal about them and would more than help them. - As it is now, we are victims of them, and everyone are victims of somebody else......

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P.@15:33--I love you Fliss and want to be with you. -- Both Sam & Max have been VERY angry and unnerved today at things outside and that SMASH! heard earlier today.

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