#chappin

[ladykissingfish]

*Deidara alone in his apartment, cooking himself dinner*

Deidara, to himself: Shit … how did I burn that so fast?! It was barely in the oven for thirty minutes, hm! *sighs* Looks like I’ll never learn how to cook …

*his doorbell rings and he goes to answer the door*

Deidara, surprised: S-Sasori??

Sasori: Mm, it’s me. May I come in?

*Deidara steps to the side and lets Sasori in*

Deidara: I … I didn’t expect you, hm. You said you were picking up extra hours at work so —

Sasori: I was going to, but then something else really important came up.

Deidara: What?

Sasori: *puts his arms around Deidara and pulls him into a hug* I realized that I missed you, baby. We’ve both been so busy, we’ve barely had time to see each other this week. I hope it’s okay I came without calling …

Deidara: *blushes in Sasori’s arms* Of course, Sasori! You came just in time, I made dinner! Well … I tried, anyway.

Sasori: *takes a look at the smoking mess on the counter and chuckles* How about I order us some takeout? What are you in the mood for? Greek? Chinese? Thai?

Deidara: Pizza? And wings? Please?

Sasori: *chuckles and kisses Deidara’s cheek* As you wish, love.

*after Sasori orders he joins Deidara on the couch, settling the blonde on his lap*

Sasori: You look so pretty today. *puts his nose to Deidara’s neck and sniffs* And you smell so good. I’m glad I came over.

Deidara: Me too. I miss you when I can’t see you during the week.

Sasori: I miss you as well. More than I thought possible. *starts playing with Deidara’s hair* I’ve been thinking about this lately, and I was wondering … well …

Deidara: Yes?

Sasori: I was wondering if, maybe, you’d be open to the idea of us moving in together?

Deidara, surprised: R-really?

Sasori: Yes. It’s as you said, during the week we’re both so busy we barely get a chance to see one another. But if we lived together, we could come home to each other every night. Eat with each other. Wake up next to each other. And —

Deidara: *interrupts him with a deep kiss* Mmmm; two years of dating, it’s about fucking time you asked me! *hugs him* But where would we live? Here, or your place?

Sasori: That’s a good question. This place is a closer commute for both of our jobs, school is only a ten minute drive for you, and the rent is slightly cheaper. Maybe this place is best?

Deidara: I can’t think of any drawbacks, so —

*loud knock on the door*

Hidan, in the hallway: Oi, blondie, open up! The old bastard kicked me out again and I need a place to crash! Need to borrow some pants, too — bitch wouldn’t let me grab my clothes and my asscheeks are chappin’ in the wind!

Sasori and Deidara:

Deidara: Your place sounds better, hm.

[b--b-3]

Sooo I've decided to finally cross-post my Obey Me crack-fic from ao3, I hope you enjoy!✨️

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Cheek Clappin' Behavior

Ch.1

summary: Mc gets bamboozled by the game we all know and love 😭. They also happen to get yeeted right into it at full throttle, oops. How, you ask?? Who knows-

warnings: swearin/strong language, a quick innuendo, Mc just bein straight up wild tbh

misc: this fic doesn't accurately follow the story, literally just random shits 'n giggles for now lmao [pls it's so unserious ajfjshsjs] + the memes you see edited were done by me in my absolute mess of a gallery 💀

word count: almost 1k

It was just an ordinary day for Mc… Well, that is if you could call simping for fictional characters from a story-based gacha game ordinary. Okay, maybe they're a liiiiiiittle bonkers in the head, but we still love 'em 😋.

[Mc's POV]

'You've gotta be clappin' my cheeks unequivocally rn.'

"How tf am I gonna pull up AND get bumblefucked by this yee yee ass game 🤨🤨🤨??" Okay, so maaaaybe I got raw-dogged by a fictional world, but I can fix this for sure‼️

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Oh.

I didn't fix this. Far from it, in fact. Yet another 10 pull, wasted… 😟

Welp, whatever‼️‼️ Back to the story then hehEHEHEHE— HOLY FUCKIN' MOTHER OF GO— MAMMON YOU ABSOLUTE BABYGWORL TF YOU DOIN' LOOKIN' LIKE THAT?? 🤭🤭🤭

Even tho he plays hard to get, he ain't a match for MY sluttish behavior 🤪—

THIS? FUCKING?? $ Ł Ü ✝️? ? ? "The absolute fuckin' audacity I swear— AND this mf blushin' too? Consider tears runnin' down my leg fr fr for real fr‼️" YOU SEE THAT TUB OVER THERE MAMS?? YEAH HOP IN THAT BITCH CUZ I'M BOUTTA 😩😩—

Ahem.

Caught myself lackin' for a sec there sorry bout that y'all 💀—

I then end up playing this damn game for a psychologically questionable amount of time. Such a long time, in fact, my raggedy ass fell asleep with the game open. O p e n. I didn't even get to charge my shit— hot damn 😬.

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Next thing I know, I'm exposing my eye sockets to a ridiculous amount of light.

✨️OWIE✨️—

Oh.

'Now why in the ass-eatin' fuck does this place look familiar?? This ain't my house OR my room🗿. Tf is goin' on in here on this ass-chappin' day 🤨🤨??'

Like, the more I look around, the more shit's appearance becomes clear to me [no d U h Mc?? C'mon get it together 😭].

'Tho it does look a bit [a fuck ton tf you mean?? 💀] like my room in Obey Me…🤔'

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"Did my bitch-ass get isekai'd into the world of Big Boobie Bitches— I mean Obey Me??????⁉️🗣📢🔥"

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' …You've gotta be tuggin' my schlong rn this shit is a different breed. No, literally. Does that mean I'm a whole ass sheep now⁉️ This ain't gonna work. I swear on my left kneeca—'

All of a sudden, someone's headass bursts into the room. I was about to chew them tf out like a baddie, but then I SEE 🕕🫦🕕—

'CERTIFIED BABYGWORL??? AJDJSJEEJ OMGOMGOMG IT'S HIIIIIIIM IT'S MAAAAAMMMMS OH MY—🥺🎊✨️🫧💖‼️🥰💛'

"Yo, human! Ya were s'pposed to hang out with me today! What's goin' on?"

I—

'Ugh. What a cutie 🥰. Look at him, lookin' at me like that 'n shit 😭💖.'

I stare right back at the white-haired babygworl— I mean demon, trying a lil TOO hard to fight the inner voices that are telling me to jump him unprovoked.

"Well, tbh tbh honestly tbh, I haven't the slightest fuckin' clue Monie.. Buuuuuuut you can still take me out if you want tho 👀." I give him a lil look. Yano, a look. A little lookie look. A look that looks like a lil look because it looks—

"Whatever, let's just go. You've been makin' The Great Mammon wait long enough." He then drags me outta the room as if I'm his bitch.

'OW MY PUSS- now hold on for just a diddly ding dang darn second ☝️🤓— here I thought it was supposed to be the other way around 🤨🤔❓️ ❓️ ❓️'

Welp I'll just have to worry about it another time ig 🤷.

Anyways, now we were makin' our way [downtown] through the Big Ass House of Lamentation, BAHoL for short, trying to get to wherever tf Mammon has plans for. Well, that is until we run into a certain someone.

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'GAAASSSPP IT'S HIIIIIM‼️ LEVIATHAN THE SWEET BOOOOOOYYYYY OHFUCKOHFUUUCK 🥰💖🫧🧡✨️‼️'

"Yooo, Levi! Funny seein' ya outside ya room for once." Both Mammon and I then proceed to start gigglin' like two lil bitches lmao.

Until this mf turns around 🗿.

…My face just about shriveled up inside itself.

'DID BABYGWORL #3 GET EVEN QUIRKIER 😳😳😳⁉️'

"Levi.. you good?? You're looking a bit differently different there bud 😭😭."

'I swear to shit there are literal SPARKLES just shootin' me in the eyes rn.'

"Idk what you're talking abt lol." He blinks and just shrugs at me like absolutely NOTHING is wrong like wtf my g—

"Tbh tbh honestly tbh Levi you're looking MAD ✨️bbg✨️ rn and idk how to cope with that so I think it's best you induce an anime withdrawal for just a singular sliver of a second the sake of my sanity 🗣🗣."

It takes him a couple seconds for the matter inside his cranium to process whatever tf just came out my mouth.

"B-Bbg!? WOOOAAAHHHH❗️🗣🗣🗣📢💥.. I-I can't believe you're calling a no-good otaku shut-in like me that!" He takes a moment to cover his now blushing face sextillion times more than his hair already does with his hand.

'Omg what a lil cutie I swear— got me swooning 'n shit <3.'

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever! We've gotta get goin' now. See ya later, Levi!" Mammon cuts off the ENTIRE interaction quicker than it even started before dragging me away like a fucking rag doll.

'L?? M?? A?? O?? Tf is all this motion for 🫨🥴?'

What the plans are?? I still haven't the slightest of darn clues, buT I GUESS WE'LL FIND OUT 🗣.

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I kid you tf not we literally only managed to reach the main entrance before getting jumpscared by none other than Lucifer himself—

'EYE- SWEET MOTHER OF DIAVOLO'S (. )( .)‼️—'

[✨️To Be Continued✨️]

[chappinhomme]

GỢI Ý CÁCH CHỌN SUIT CƯỚI ĐẸP PHÙ HỢP CHO CHÚ RỂ

 Chọn theo sau Đám cưới chính là một trong những công đoạn quan trọng giúp bạn tự tin toả sáng và trở thành chàng trai nổi bật nhất ngày quan trọng của m đình. Cùng Chappin Homme tìm hiểu ngay cách chọn bộ đồ cưới đẹp phù hợp nhất cho chú rể trong bài viết dưới đây nhé.

Suit cưới là trang phục được khá nhiều chàng trai lựa chọn trong ngày lễ trọng đại của mình. Bộ vest vừa vặn với form dáng tôn lên vẻ ngoài điển trai, giúp quý ông trở nên thanh lịch, tự tin hơn. Vậy chọn suit cười như thế nào là đẹp? Nên thuê hay đặt may? Bí quyết chọn suit cưới đẹp theo form dáng là gì? Cùng Chappin Homme tìm hiểu thông tin chi tiết trong bài viết dưới đây nhé.

[yaoi-paw]

my two new raised garden beds get delivered today and the fact that it's so rainy this weekend is really CHAPPIN my ass I want to PLANT MY GREEN BEANS

[cotlfanficspromptsblog]

COTL SOTF Fanfic(Reboot)

Chapter 1 : "Welcome to The Midsummonar Cult of Sin!"

1-16-24(The Rise of Sin)

Day 23 of Midsummonar Cult..

"Twas The Dawn of a new day at Lambert's Cult which the young lamb now fully adult sheep becoming the rich, worshipped & faithful leader towards all of his cultists! but things weren't always gonna stay the same forever though like most things in life..

Things Change for The Better or for The Worse. but thankfully for Lambert & his Cult along with his Sister Angelique, The Old Faith was rather genuinely faithful towards them.

Lamb was then going indoors into the Temple with his Oldest & Newest Members/Followers all ran and gathered into the Temple like a herd of sheep and waited excitedly to hear today's sermon and become inspired by their leader's words of inspiration.

One of those Followers were Lambert's First & Oldest Members a Black Cat named Chapplin, a White Sting bee named Camila & one of The Ex Minibosses of Darkwood Valefar(or Mrs. Val or Val for short) Lambert's Most Trusted Missionary Forager.

The 3 were chatting together in the crowded temple filled with other members while their leader was setting up the podium & donation chest to store today's temple charities.

C : "Gee today might be another great sermon! don't you think ladies?

C (Camellia) : Sure it is chappin, we've been in this cult for only 23 days now *scoffs* you think you realize the routine of the leader by now right?

V : Oh cmon now sugarcube i feel's like somethin different gonna happen today, i can feel it in my bones & blood!

Chapplin & Camelia both shrugged their shoulders and turned around to see their leader announce today's sermon & good word of the day.

L : *ahem* Good Morning my Wonderful Cultists!

Everyone : Good Morning, Oh Mighty Leader!

L : TY!. Now Today's sermon is.. what the hell? why's everything rumbling..

All of a Sudden The Temple started rumbling & everyone in the temple started looking around until their heads all looked upwards at the lamb's red crown floating on it's own sentience until all went red..

The Void Lambert entered into was not the same as Reality's but only saw the bright red void the crown had created but not only that but the crown had no longer looked like the same as before but rather much different appearance & form..

The Crown had took the form of a Serpent like form as it slithered towards Lambert rather sinisterly like.

The crown then looked at lambert with it's piercing red eye and suddenly slithered towards him all while the young fluffy lamb stared hypnotically back at it in confusion but wonder and curiosity. but before Lambert could say anything the crown finally spoke to him!

R.C : Hello there young lamb, i seen i've haven't fully shown my true form yet nor have i decided to show my sentience to you. but as you've probably wondered now can speak & talk but not only that i am here to give you a new purpose now that you have grown from being a weakling to a mighty powerful little wooly god!

"The Reason i'm coming to you now is to guide you new position & put it the highest test imaginable. Changes in the scenery!

The Serpent Crown then asked Lambert answer his question and waited for his answers to them aswell as at least trying to be out of the trance it put him in.

R.C Puts Lambert out of The Red Trance

L : Ugh my head.. oh yeah as for you question, mind telling me whatever it is?

R.C : Why yes little lamb, my question is to you, do you love being a cult leader?

L : Why of course, it's my job & i quite enjoy doing it besides cleaning the poop all the time gags.

R.C : Second Question, do you love your followers, and most especially your wives?

L : Oh Yeah, I absolutely can agree to that answer! and yes i really adore my wives esp. my sweet samantha swoons

R.C : Final Question, will you accept my request in sin?

L : Uh, that one i'm a bit confused about, mind having a better explanation for me please?

R.C : As you wish little lamb, my request to you is a new cult changing quest for the future of you cult, by mostly having fun but in your own way..

in life most creatures like yourselves may have innocent looks on the outside, very pacifistic i've noticed but on the deep insides of yourselves lamb & most esp. your followers, they are born with sin.

and by being born with sin, their born with flaws.. and sins your little followers haven't released in eons even your sweet samantha & her 2 best friends.. possibly even Narinder himself.

L : so what are you saying then?

R.C : I'm saying to let your followers all commence in celebrating sin & releasing them of said sin and to help you with it i gift you some tools for the task!

The Crown then added 3 new structures to the shrine for lambert's cult which included : a Drinkhouse(with a 2nd upgrade), a drum circle & most surprisingly a mating tent as well as a extra new strucure during crusades but that's for another time.

Lambert was super shocked & filled to the brim with sinful nature & happiness because that meant he could raise the next generation of cultists through mating, give his members drinks and so much more.

to him it felt like he has power over his cult and that everything was gonna change for the better in his eyes.

L : Gee thanks Crown, i will do my best in this new task you gifted me as your vessel!

R.C : Do Well little lamb, do well indeed & farewell!

The Crown the returned to Lambert's head as it old crown shaped form while he then smiled proudly at his cultist, with them being unaware of the new challenges that not only their leader but life in general will bring them to the everlasting growing cult of midsummonar..

tbc..

[billherbert23]

Ilka year, when Burns Nicht comes aroond, I turn to the habbie as though tae a small guitar, and see whit comes tae mairk the occasioun. This year, an Effbook post by Rob A. Mackenzie aboot a free neep made me think of that ither guest at the feast.

To a Neep (for Rob)

Braw Tumshie, that shid feed a sheep,

Auld Scotia’s turnip, crehd a neep,

or Swede beh sticklers: lo, ye keep

twa festivals:

fae Halloween ye cannae sleep

till Burns’ Nicht calls.

Pity the sculptor, makkin a fist

but riskin fingers, thoomb, and wrist,

tae cerve a lantern - wieldin, pissed,

thir Damascene;

or peelin, chappin, in a mist

maist crammasene.

Ye welcome Winter wi a pus

that’s gantin, freendly, luminous,

then, biled and bashit, nourish us -

fae mask tae mash,

and await the haggis like a bus

while storm-winds lash.

Guidwifies, guidmen, nationwide,

as beetles, forks, and fates collide,

gaze on the neep wi, nearly, pride -

its Janus fiss

that, could it but bite, wad fit inside

aa time and space!

Tumshie, neep - swede; crehd - called; chappin - chopping; Damascene - a blade; crammasene - crimson; pus, fiss - face; gantin - gaping; bashit - mashed; beetles - mashers, pestles.

[defiledthirst]

12 chappies chappin

11 11 11

10 crispy titties.

9 naughty nurses

8 evil assholes

7 silly suckaz

666

5 GOLD EGGGGGGGGGGGG

4 bich a ring ring

3 fresh baguettes

2 turtles

N a peach tree.

[luckynumbersevenseven]

October 22

The man who came up to me at the art show talking pretty fast in a way that i thought i wouldnt vibe w like kinda tweaked and he was wearing a black scarf around his head which did make me hesitate…he said he had overheard me talking about how id slept on ethans inflatable couch that one night and had to piss in a pot in the kitchen because he had gone in and done his 100 post poop squats and occupied the bathroom for a million years. Anyways he told me hed gone to stanford but gotten kicked out right around when all those kids committed suicide (in the wake of or around the same time as that horrible rape) and hed been there studying filmmaking. He said he had just made a film called fucking kill me but spelled weird or something, maybe without the consonants or one word. He said he like to make psychological horror films and when he heard that i was into psychological thrillers (same eavesdropped conversation) hed known i was cool. He told me his full name when introducing himself but i can only remember his middle name. Emerson. And he said theyd called him by his middle name when he worked on floribama shore (an MTV show if id never heard of it) whixh had made him feel like a real southern gentleman. He asked for my full name and asked if he could call me chapin which he kept pronouncing chappin, which was interesting because hed only ever heard me say it and it only seems logical to say it that way if youd read it? You know? I told him my family is from fort lauderdale and he called it the ladidadi which id never heard before. He grew up in miami. He told me about a new movie he wants to make about an interracial couple in 2023 trying to make it as artists in sf (black guy, white girl)……..i was like..huh how about that…….and he told me that the premise of the film..or sort of the intriguing part of the plot is that the couples biggest fears would be actualized on screen. He said that the guy has this irrational fear of his white gf being gang banged by a bunch of black dudes and i remarked that maybe he should unpack that. Yea, he said, on screen, thats what im doing is just unpacking all my trauma. I said people will show up for that. And then he told me some anecdote about him asking an ex to play porn and her putting on black hang bang porn and he said why would he want to see that? A bunch of black dicks! (I was wondering to myself if white dicks would have been better?) And i said something about marginalized groups always being fetishized and not knowing who loves u for u or for societal projections of who u are and who that makes ur partner..he said the same was true of white girls. For some reason, i really wasnt sure i could believe a word he said but i bever had the feeling of needing to shake him. He was smart and easy to talk to and left without being prompted, and he seemed authentically interested in me…more than anyone else loitering outside the art show. It really felt like everything else was background noise. Im waiting for him to email me.

[finding-samanthya]

• snappin & chappin

[scotianostra]

On October 15th 1943 the poet, William Soutar, author of The Diaries of a Dying Man, died.

He described himself as ‘a terrible nuisance’ at primary school, but at Perth Academy he excelled at both lessons and sports, fell in love, and began to write poetry. He looked back at his last year of school as one of the happiest times of his life.

When Soutar left school in 1916, World War I was already under way, and he joined the Royal Navy, serving in the Atlantic and the North Sea. During this time he became ill with a form of food poisoning and developed symptoms of pain and stiffness which did not respond to treatment. He was discharged from the Navy in early 1919. He began a medical degree at the University of Edinburgh, but soon transferred to study English, graduating in 1923.

By now his health was a continual problem. In 1924 his illness was diagnosed as ankylosing spondylitis, an infection of the spine which had gone too far to be cured. Treatment continued for some years, but after an unsuccessful operation in 1930 he was confined to bed and remained there for the rest of his life. In 1924 his parents had moved into a newly-built house, 'Inglelowe’ ('hearth-glow’), in Wilson Street, Perth. Soutar’s father, a master joiner, adapted a downstairs room to make a bedroom with a big window overlooking the back garden. Here Soutar spent the next thirteen years, writing poetry and an extensive journal, and entertaining friends, often several hundred in the course of a year. Many of his visitors were writers and his room has been described as a centre for the Scottish literary renaissance. Diagnosed with tuberculosis in July 1943, he began a new volume of his journal, which he entitled The Diary of a Dying Man. He died on 15th October 1943.

The house 'Inglelowe’ was bequeathed by Soutar’s father to Perth Town Council, with the condition that Soutar’s room should be preserved and shown to 'any interested person … at all reasonable times’. Now known as the Soutar Hoose, it has for some years been the base for a writer-in-residence, and is used for readings and community events.Soutar has quite a few poems scatter aroond the net, I chose this one because I love the word Coorie, which has had a bit of a renascence recently

Coorie in the corner, sittin a’ alane, Whan the nicht wind’s chappin On the winnock-pane: Coorie in the corner, dinna greet ava; It’s juist a wee bit goloch Rinnin up the wa.

William Soutar is buried in the Jeanfield and Wellshill Cemetery in Perth.

[exposedxrp]

[kevinayra]

#medallita #chappin #logosta (en Los Remos Rest. & Beach Club)

[alyssabct]

Poster - Introduction to Creative Technologies

Written Statement

Contemporary learning paradigms call for the facilitation of collaborative learning in opposition to independent learning. This is based upon the premise that collaboration incorporates discussion, disputation, and reflection, therefore leading to a deeper understanding of the information and a more meaningful learning experience. Collaborative learning has been a substantial portion of my individual learning experience so far. During this assessment, I was able to explore and identify the key factor significant to my own collaborative learning experience. My aim for this poster was to display the importance of group discussion. Group discussion is the process through which students share ideas and opinions, memorise, evaluate and process knowledge through their collaborative learning. In my own experience, it has been far from the traditional collaborative exercises that I was accustomed to. Unlike past group-projects the environment is unpredictable. It requires a combination of problem-based and self-mediated learning, ideally, it is synchronous and distributed. Being able to generate comprehensive group discussions increased my depth of understanding and ultimately our group’s performance. There are many factors that contribute to the quality of group discussion, I’ve concluded that the biggest driving factor is core self-evaluation, as it influences task engagement and stimulates teamwork behaviours. [1] It has been vital to be able to reflect on my capabilities and skills and apply that to how I contribute and engage with my group as well as how I approach each task.

References:

[1]  Curşeu, P. L., Chappin, M. M., & Jansen, R. J. (2017). Gender diversity and motivation in collaborative learning groups: The mediating role of group discussion quality. Social Psychology of Education, 21(2), 289-302. doi:10.1007/s11218-017-9419-5

Credit: I used the following artist outlining the work with the pen tool to customise their content. It is essentially copied but not directly imported:

[irishurbanplanner]

Part 2

The Unfortionate Yet Intended Perception of Social Housing

If we take ourselves back to the heart of the industrial age to the 19th century of the United Kingdom, we can find the origins of the story of SH. In fact at the end of the 18th century cities all across the UK (although not in Ireland to the same degree with the exception of Belfast) were expanding at a rate never seen before. People all across the UK and Ireland began flocking to these expanding cities to avail of the new work and labour opportunities.

“The Industrial Revolution changed material production, wealth, labor patterns and population distribution. Although many rural areas remained farming communities during this time, the lives of people in cities changed drastically.

The growth of cities led to horrible living conditions. The wealthy fared far better than the industrial workers because they could afford to live in the suburbs on the outskirts of the city.”

(P. Chappine, 2014)

The question now was what would become of these grand, often very well kept Victorian and Georgian styled buildings. The answer of course was to rent them to the less well off, or at the time the working classes, indeed the very people who made the industrial revolution possible. The politicians and elites of the time knew this very well of course and so wanted to help these worker bees survive and prosper, giving them a roof over their heads was a good start. People and families who were often crammed into single rooms had nowhere else to go and became trapped in these buildings. The profitable margins for this new landlord class grew and grew and in large part played a role in turning these cramped buildings into living nightmares for these young and often very large families. Government reports at the time indicated that as many as 6 people slept to one bed.

“The sanitary conditions in early industrial cities were filthy as well. Since the municipal governments did not concern themselves with cleanliness at the time, the cities did not have proper waste disposal systems, and people threw trash and sewage directly into the streets. The burning coal of the industrial factories coated cities in a layer of grime and polluted the air, and water supplies were polluted by waste”.

(P. Chappine, 2014)

With the scene now set. The place is Shoreditch London, 5th of March 1900, an area in the East End of London which forms the southern part of the London Borough of Hackney, see maps below that will help geo-graphically navigate one self.

(Figure 1, Google Maps, United Kingdom, London, 2021)

(Figure 2, Google Maps, London, Shoreditch, 2021)

(Figure 3, Google Maps, Shoreditch, Arnold Circus, 2021)

This would become the scene of the first SH project anywhere in the world, built by the *ounce* esteemed London County Council (LCC). According to the Guardian and its Social Housing Archive, titled ‘Shoreditch slums give way to country’s first social housing’, this new and ambitious project was built on top of;

“what was for many years a huge slum in Bethnal Green, on the site of that which three centuries ago was the garden of the nunnery of St. John the Baptist, Holywell, is now a little town in itself” with beautiful “red brick (Victorian style) buildings, large well-ventilated rooms, workshops, wash-house and baths, a recreation hall, and outside a terraced garden with a central band stand”.

(The Guardian Archive Social Housing, 2016)

The images below show how it looked at various points in history, demonstrating it lasted this length of time to be almost in perfect condition today;

(Figure 4, 1895, London Metropolitan Archives)

“The campaign to raze the Old Nichol Rookery slum was spearheaded by Rev Osborne Jay. Looking south east in 1895, all that remained of the former slum was St Philip's Church. Jews, and later the Bengali community, brought greater diversity to an area which was already a cultural melting pot”.

(James Fitzgerald, 2018)

(Figure 5, Google Image from 2016)

(Figure 6, 1903, London Metropolitan Archives)

The estate is nearing completion by 1903, with only the bandstand still to be added. A 2009 Museum of London excavation proved that the central mound was raised from the rubble and left-behind items of the former slums.

(James Fitzgerald, 2018)

(Figure 7, Rodney Burton, Hurley House from Arnold Circus 2006)

(Figure 8, 1897, London Metropolitan Archives)

“The new tenements housed some 6,000 residents at their peak, which exceeded the number displaced by the construction. Tellingly though, it's said that only 11 of the former slum-dwellers could afford the new rents”.

(James Fitzgerald, 2018)

(Figure 9, 1907, London Metropolitan Archives)

 “The estate's provision of green open space was considered radical in a city with longstanding spatial challenges consequent on the Industrial Revolution”.

 (James Fitzgerald, 2018)

At the time LCC was a newly established public body and wanted to hit the ground running with a lasting effect on the ever expanding city of London. It is worth mentioning the chairman of LCC, one Alderman Arthur Arnold who was behind the idea, along with its designer Owen Fleming. Just to highlight what was mentioned previously, because this build literally solved a lot the problems of the time. The design was meant to help these people, with good well taught out design, large well-ventilated rooms, workshops, wash-house and baths, a recreation hall, and outside a terraced garden with a central band stand as was mentioned previously. This really was a fantastic piece of work by LCC, delivering above and beyond people’s expectations, not just then, but more importantly today. This kind of quality build simply does not happen anymore.

The next section will work with some quotes from the time period to give an idea of the thinking at the time by the elites. One Prince of Wales Edward VII (Albert Edward) gave a speech on the opening day of the unveiling at Shoreditch;

 “It is to be feared that the very Acts designed to combat existing evils may themselves give rise to results which were not foreseen. But one thing is certain - the difficulties have to be surmounted. I am satisfied not only that the public conscience is awakened on the subject, but that the public demands, and will demand, vigorous action in cleansing the slums which disgrace our civilisation and the erection of good and wholesome dwellings such as those around us, and in meeting the difficulties of providing house room for the working classes at *reasonable rates* by easy and cheap carriage to not distant districts where rents are reasonable.” – (Cheers from attending crowed)

(Edward VII, 5th of March 1900)

Edward VII speaks very well as one would expect of a man of his class and background. He very elegantly talks about results and actions having not been foreseen…about the public conscience awakening, I mean It’s almost laughable if it wasn’t so serious a situation in today’s climate (2021). What would he have to say if he saw the decline in building standards some 120+ years after his speech, with all the advancements in technology, would he believe it? He talks about civilisation being disgraced…I mean I would agree, but again, how would he define a typical Council Estate nowadays compared to this fantastic development he speaks of in Shorditch? Nowadays of course, they don’t create communities like they use too, not like say Marino in Dublin 9 (where I lived for 3 years), or say the Dublin inner city communities. Specifically in Dublin 1 and the work achieved by the late and great Tony Gregory.

He speaks of *Reasonable rates* etc., what would he have to say about today’s rent prices. For example, here in Dublin Ireland, with the average monthly rent costing 2000+euro. This is more than half the annual amount earned per average household, being at 40,000 according to Jobs.ie. And just to add some meat to this bone, I’m an aspiring Spatial Planner, with an Honours Degree. I can expect to be paid anywhere from 24,000 to around 30,000 annually, even if we take the lower end, all that income would be going onto rent, which of course, is an extreme example but still. Recently in the Irish Times, Mark Paul published a piece titled ‘Dublin fourth most expensive city in euro zone for expatriates, survey finds’, in it, Dublin was ranked 4th most expensive EU city to live in. According to pension specialist Mercer, they bill Dublin as the 39th most expensive place on the planet to live, which is up seven spots from last year on the list of more than 200.

The last quote from Edward VII Prince of Wales is the following;

“It is most satisfactory that the London County Council, so soon after its constitution, should have cordially co-operated with the vestries of Bethnal Green and Shoreditch in rooting out a nest of vice and disease and replacing the miserable courts and alleys and insanitary and filthy houses with excellent buildings designed to provide comfortable homes for the working people.” - (Cheers from attending crowed)

(Prince of Wales Edward VII 5th of March 1900)

This is the bit that I find most telling. The Prince speaks about doing a good job in your County Council area. He mentions the newly established LCC and how this clearly use to be a subject of pride, to look after people in a sense. Of course, Shoreditch London is a place of pride, 120+ years after being built. But the LCC bodies reputation is in tatters, destroyed utterly by the Grenfell Tower disaster in the summer of 2017, and might I add, rightly so!

Simple few questions to consider?

How many Council Estates built in the last 50 years will still be standing in another 100 years and in good nick?

How many will still be sought after by the wealthiest in our societies?

[serak-sarak-meta-sarahk]

How did I learn "Jeans under baby ass chaps" dancing actually? For those of you who don't know "Jeans under leather baby ass chaps" is an actually coded FBI decoy name. Or was back with I was "Jeans under leather baby ass chap"-in around silently or soft spokenly.

But when what it gets used for is FORMAL with people forming lines... trafficking rape slavery lines... as the purpose... as in I was ass chappin up to farms and ACTUAL labor homes if they went south... and people started forming literal lines outside to try to start the porn industry with the then sometimes child toting Mexican families and their kids by DOCUMENTED to the FBI A.I.M.Online plans allowed to be set up by them for the occassion and controlled carried out on the sespected children in the plans sent, actually, with cameras and future presidents following the kids the whole time with VICE TO CNN film crews to turn the plans into controlled non medical long term hits. With immediate medical team turn over for controlled hits.

In an effort to protect Migrant and Potential Migrant families.

Because Latinas do get born in the USA protected by former presidents. Then they travel on a literal vacation trip for a dual citizenship, even. It is rich in the sense that it's a vacation but it's not a non normal trip. Just in case the USA is not safe for college time domestically, they can choose a Univesidad. But we ask the presidents first, so they know we're doing it. Then they can find any families planning to move to the states while i get girls to boys to women to men even, get dual citizenship there. Then those people helping us get Mexico citizenships, have former presidents helping them along their USA citizenship in the country. Then, they don't have to be scared they miss a step. If it comes into question they can say the former president to call that was with them every step of the way, instead of allowing the comment. Latina women born in the USA have been taking this dual citizenship path with already served former presidents since I was born. You got 27 years of completely legal shit and processes that are actually good and working to most who use the former president path.

And why question that former presidents work on that front to the person to question their citizenship at all?

I had like 2 to 3 USA born girls within a 500 miles radius prepping from birth for this trip with me at the time of my trip. With other USA former president teams. What is angry about that? Who knows what other small teams they formed legally with law training citizenship path options at forefront so people had an option that wasn't a scam since 27 years ago? Just for if a USA COMPANY sent them a legit W2 offering of a job.

So that they have a non scam from start path to the legal company domestic that's usually paying to move them to a closer domestic location to a different job site... okay so people who argue against the presidents legal model specifically don't want their jobs to pay for things, domestically?

[torrid-wind]

Kiss (Sean Chappin & Juan Valdez) - photo by See-ming Lee, Hong Kong photographer

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