#literally came back from watching scream vi with my ex

[ggumjjun]

omg what happened here what is this LOL

still taking gyu thoughts for his bday <3 will write tmr ^^

[menofchaos]

8. “Sorry, did that hurt?” “No, I’m just a little sore from last night.”

For Angel and Violet please ☺️

Note/Warning: Here is the 2nd story. Its long, its smutty and I hope you guys like it! I also wanna shout out @angelreyesgirl and @blessedboo for being so wonderful and helping me come up with this idea!

Gif credit to sethkate!

Angel and Violet “Sorry, did that hurt?” “No, I’m just a little sore from last night.”

Angel pulled up to Violet’s shop and got off his bike. He took his helmet off, grabbed the bag of food he brought for her and walked in. Nobody was in the front so he walked down the hallway to her room. He frowned when he saw another man sitting across from her, his hand on her knee. Violet looked up and smiled.

“Hey baby,” she stood up, “Come in.”

Angel walked in as the other man stood too. After a quick assessment, Angel decided he could take him, “Hey, I brought you dinner.”

“Thank you,” she kissed him, “Angel, this is Shawn. Shawn, this is my boyfriend Angel.”

Shawn smiled and held a hand out for Angel to shake, “Nice to meet you, man. Violet told me all about you.”

Angel arched an eyebrow at Violet as he shook Shawn’s hand, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, she said you’re a good dude,” Shawn nodded, “I gotta head out but I’ll see you tomorrow?” he looked at Violet.

“Definitely,” she smiled and hugged Shawn. Angel’s eyes narrowed when he let out a soft sigh, rubbing her sides.

“Nice to meet you, man,” Shawn nodded at him before walking out.

Violet covered her mouth and looked up at Angel, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“What’s going on?” he asked, sitting in the tattoo chair, “Isn’t that the dude from the Inked magazine on your coffee table?”

“Yes,” she moved between his legs, “He mentioned me as one of his favorite artists in that one. He came by today and told me he wants me to tattoo him and do a whole feature on me!”

Angel’s eyes widened, “Holy shit, baby. That’s sick,” he smiled and touched her hips, pulling her into a slow kiss. Her back arched as she pressed closer to him, “Talented little baby,” he whispered against her lips.

She smiled, “Thank you,” she murmured.

“Wait,” he frowned, “Your ex’s name is Shawn.”

“So? I’m with you. I don’t want him,” she ran her nails through his beard gently, “And if he tries to touch me, I’ll stab him.”

“With the tattoo needle?” he joked.

“Nah, I got a knife,” she grinned.

Angel nodded, “Good girl,” he kissed her softly, “I gotta head back. See you later?”

Violet pecked his lips and stepped back, “Yes, come to my place. Thank you for dinner,” she smiled and watched as he stood up, straightening his kutte.

He winked, “I got you,” he smiled before walking out.

~

Angel knew it was a mistake to mention Shawn to his brothers but he couldn’t help it when they asked how Violet was. They riled him right back up.

“He fuckin moaned when he hugged her? Nah, you shoulda knocked him out,” Coco shook his head, smoke clouding his face.

“You can’t let her do it, bro,” Gilly agreed. 

“It’s for her career,” EZ tried to reason.

Coco and Gilly immediately disagreed, “She can’t be alone with that bitch, hermano. I’m telling you.”

By the time Angel got to her place, he was all hyped up. He found Violet curled around her sketchbook, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. A candle was lit on the coffee table in front of her and soothing music played from the stereo.

“You can’t tattoo him,” Angel internally winced as he blurted out the words.

Violet frowned, “Excuse me?”

“Shawn,” he explained, “You can’t tattoo him.”

“No, no, I heard you,” Violet sat up, “I just wanna know who you think you are to tell me what to do.”

Angel glared, “Watch how you talk to me.”

She stood, not even clearing his shoulder, “The boys talk you up? Tell you not to trust me? I’m not a weak little bitch, Angel,” she hissed.

“He fucking moaned when he hugged you, Violet,” he arched an eyebrow, “It’s creepy as fuck and I don’t trust it.”

“Trust me!” she snapped, “I’m not gonna give into him if he even makes a move. I don’t want him.”

“You’re gonna be alone with him, Vi,” Angel crossed his arms over his chest, “You’re not doing it.”

She scoffed, “You’re not my father. Do you understand what a huge move this would be for my career? The amount of traction this magazine gets?”

“Then I’m coming to the appointment,” he shrugged.

“You better not,” she shook her head, “I swear to god, Angel, I’ll have you thrown out.”

“Yeah? You’d have me kicked out? Doesn’t sound like you,” he shook his head.

Violet pushed at his stomach, “You keep threatening me like I can’t handle myself! I literally told you I would stab him if he made a move on me and you’re acting like some fucking Neanderthal!”

Angel’s eyes flashed darker, “Don’t put your hands on me, Violet.”

“I know you didn’t just threaten me again,” she glared and went to push him again. Angel covered her throat with his large hand and pressed her against the wall, his body covering hers. 

“I told you not to push me,” his voice rumbled in his chest, “I do trust you. But I don’t trust that motherfucker. You’re mine.”

She licked her lips, “Prove it.”

Angel kissed her hard, Violet’s tongue almost immediately meeting his. She unbuckled his belt and tugged his jeans down, rubbing over his boxers.

His hips twitched and he tugged her shorts down, licking and sucking the skin of her neck. She shivered and pushed his boxers down past his ass, using both hands to get him hard. He growled and grabbed her thighs, picking her up. She gasped when he rubbed his tip along her folds.

Angel looked down to watch his tip push into her, splitting her in half. Violet tilted his head up to kiss him, moaning against his mouth as he started fucking her hard. She gripped his hair, trying to hold onto something as he kept fucking her roughly. He locked eyes with her, watching the pleasure clear on her face.

“You’re mine,” he growled, pounding into her.

“Fuck,” she cried, “I’m yours! Angel!”

“That’s right,” he smirked, “Scream my name, baby.”

It was only a few minutes later that Violet came, her nails digging into his shoulders. He pushed them off the wall and bent her over the kitchen table, holding her hips and fucking her with the same brutal pace.

“Who can give it to you like this?” he panted, his hair falling in his eyes.

Her back arched, “Only you, baby. He could never, oh my god,” she gasped, “Angel, please!”

After each orgasm, he moved her to a different surface. The stool at the breakfast bar, the counter, the couch, the hallway. He eventually tossed her onto the bed, sliding back into her quivering pussy with her legs over his shoulders.

“I’m close,” he groaned, “Fuck, come with me.”

“I can’t,” she cried, “Angel!”

“One more, baby, you can do it,” he smirked when she nodded and rubbed her clit, unable to keep his eyes off her as she fell apart again, sobbing his name with tears running down her cheeks. He pushed deep inside her as he came, grunting. He collapsed next to her and by the time he caught his breath, he looked over at Violet to find her asleep.

~

Angel was sitting at the table the next morning, drinking coffee and texting EZ when Violet came out of the shower. 

“Good morning, baby,” he greeted her.

She smiled and walked over to him, kissing him gently. He reached across the table for the mug he prepared for her. She sat in his lap, wincing as he rested a hand on her thigh.

“Sorry, did that hurt?” he frowned.

“No, I’m just a little sore from last night,” she murmured before taking a sip of her coffee.

Angel smirked, “Let’s see homie try to make a move now.”

She shook her head and kissed him, “You’re crazy. How could I leave after you fucked me within an inch of my life?”

“That was my plan,” he joked, bringing her back in for another kiss.

Angel ended up giving her a hickey on her neck before she left, smirking when she didn’t cover it with make up.

[thelittlestcheshire]

Hello! I’m Katie, and this is my muse Ches. If any of you were in Luxor over the summer, you know this pain in the ass so I’m probably gonna do a quick “here’s where this brat was” recap at the bottom, along with anything I’ve changed between that Ches and this Ches! I’m really excited to be back, and I’m really looking forward to roleplaying with everyone.

I also have the habit of writing crazy long bios when I do bother to write them so there’s a tl;dr for that, also some wanted connections at the bottom. I love plotting so if you ever have any ideas, feel free to come excited scream with me here or on Discord! So without further ado ♥

TWs:  Gun Violence / Murder / Death (not by Ches), Blood, Abuse (Relationship), Cheating, Mental Illnesses, Drugs/Alcohol, Overdoses (also not by Ches / did not result in death)

Is that HAILEY CHESHIRE “CHES” ELSWOOD? Wow, they do look a lot like KATHERINE MCNAMARA. I hear SHE is a SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN year old SENIOR who originally attended CARNIFEX Academy. Word is they are an ARISTOCRAT student. You should watch out because they can be IMPULSIVE and STUBBORN, but on the bright side they can also be ENERGENIC and LOYAL. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself. [KATIE, 23, EST, SHE/HERS]

Last Edit: 8/26/2020

♥ basics; Full Name: Hailey Cheshire “Ches” Elswood Preferred Name: Ches Elswood Age: 18 Birthday: July 19th, 2002 at 03:22 am Sexual Orientation: Biromantic bisexual Relationship Status: It’s complicated ( @ Elliot ) Occupation: Student Nationality: American [with French dual citizenship] Ches’s Car

♥ classes;

Anthropology

Shakespearean Studies

Linguistics

Latin

Music

Advanced Sociology

Advanced Psychology

World History

♥ extracurriculars;

National Honor Society

Theater Club (Actor)

Concert Band (Piano)

♥ background; Place of Birth: Paris, France Hometown: Manhattan, New York, New York Health Issues: Borderline Personality Disorder and PTSD, not that she likes to admit to it, however. She’s also highly allergic to the Perciformes family of fish (tuna, mackrel, perch , and bass). While she’s okay with the  salmoniformes (Salmon and Trout), she really doesn’t touch fish outside of... literally salmon she makes herself since that’s all she trusts ok. ((Shellfish is fine though) Traumas: Watching her mother die (mugging gone wrong/shot to death)

♥ physical; Face Claim: Katherine McNamara Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Red Height: 5′3 ½” (not at fc height quick side note) Weight: 115 lbs Tattoos, Birthmarks, Scars, etc: Mole above her belly button, a few moles on her thighs, freckles and face moles. (Face Ref 1, Face Ref 2,  Body Ref 1, Body Ref 2) . She also has a tattoo now.

♥ zodiac;

Tropical

Sun: Cancer Moon: Scorpio Mercury: Cancer Venus: Virgo Mars: Leo Jupiter: Cancer Saturn: Gemini Uranus:  Aquarius Neptune: Aquarius Pluto: Sagittarius Lilith: Aries N Node: Gemini

Placidus Orb

I ASC: Gemini II: Cancer III: Cancer IV: Leo V: Virgo VI: Libra VII: Sagittarius VIII:  Capricorn IX: Capricorn X MC: Aquarius XI: Pisces XII: Aries

♥ relatives;

Father’s Full Name: Edward Valentine Elswood Father’s Status: Alive Father’s Occupation: CEO/Owner of a multi-billion dollar luxury goods conglomerate  (net worth of 50+ Billion in fact - in turn, Elswood kids do NOT bat an eyelash at prices) Mother’s Full Name: Julia Andrieux Elswood Mother’s Status: Deceased [shot by a mugger on the twin’s 8th birthday] Future Step-Mother: Rebekah Carroll (soon to be Elswood, watch this space lol) Step-Mother’s Occupation:  Siblings: 6 brothers and sisters (family page here) Elswood-Carroll Children Oldest to Youngest:

Logan Elswood (24)

Jamie Elswood (22)

Emmett Elswood (19)

Cade Carroll (19)

Jonah / Ches Elswood (TWINS)

Flynn Carroll (16)

Effie Elswood (14)

Ella Elswood (10)

She also has a niece named Isabella (Belle) who’s now almost 8 months (DOB: 07/10/2019). Belle belongs to her oldest brother, Logan (and Belle’s mother isn’t in the picture).

This is a link to the Elswood family page if you’d like to know more about her family.

♥ relationships; Ex-Significant Other(s): Probably a handful of people tbh, hit me up if you want this as a WC Reason for Separation: Stuff not working out, Ches getting bored before she got attached, so on - she’s a flirt tbh, it takes her wanting to get invested for her to stay Current Significant Other: N/A

♥ misc;

Hobbies and Talents: Ches’s main hobbies are playing piano and archery (she forever misses her bow and arrow while she’s at school), as these are also the two things that are best at calming her down. She has an intense love for acting, so it’s not uncommon for her to be one of the first people to sign up for auditions, and she tends to sing a lot so musicals are truly her shit. It’s not uncommon to see her in the library, reading a book late a night.

However, a talent she doesn’t exactly own up to often is her talent for forgeries and lockpicking. While she doesn’t use these skills as they’re intended for often, she does tend to practice them a lot, so she’s not rusty for when they are actually useful.

Pinterest Section // Musings Tag // Playlist (it’s an in general Ches playlist tho)

Ches speaks English and French fluently, her mother was born and raised in Paris so she learnt them both at the same time

DO NOT CALL HER HAILEY unless you really want to end up on her shit list, it’s her biggest pet peeve, she will glare at you for hours.

She’s the mom friend if your mom friend also goes “I HAVE THE BEST IDEA” and drags you into trouble. Literally, the one who frets over you and proceeds to get you into trouble.

This muse does what she wants, I just write it down I apologize always for her

Doesn’t really... seriously date too much because of past situations (Her older brother slept with the first person she truly loved) and she tries to avoid falling in love

That being said platonic I love yous are her shit, she loves her friends a LOT

Ches is very serious about her studying (and wanting to be among the best of the best because - this girl has Ivy league college dreams and she has no intents on fucking those up), so like expect her to do shit like read an entire textbook at the start of school and study at midnight when her insomnia is kicking her ass.

She’s a bit of a closet nerd - if you look under her bed she has a chest of comic books, she’ll just lie if you ask her about them

Ches left Luxor due to a family emergency in October, it was a really hard decision (and it was a really hard decision to come back). She is just now coming back to school.

She got her tattoo while she was away from school, using a forged note of parental consent in New Jersey.

♥ bio;

TWs: Gun Violence, Murder, Death, Blood, Abuse (Relationship), Cheating, Mental Illnesses

Growing up as an Elswood means two things, you have a lot of siblings and a lot of money. Her parents had decided to raise their children in Manhattan, New York, where they could keep a close eye on their multi-billion dollar conglomerate. Her mother, Julia, would take them on trips constantly too - when she wanted to get the children away from the hustle and bustle of the city they’d go to their vacation home upstate, or their private island, or even to visit their family in Paris. At that point in life, Ches was happy. She had a solid group of friends, she had the best friend she could ever imagine having in the form of her twin brother, she had a loving and warm family, and she had a parent who would tell her no.

When she thinks back to her life before the incident, it feels like a completely different story. A fairytale even, perfect and happy in every way compared to her life now. However, it wouldn’t last, after all, fairy tales didn’t exist and reality was a much crueler mistress. One could say Lin-Manuel Miranda described it best; “life doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes and it takes and it takes.”

Everything changed on her eighth birthday when her mother took her out shopping to get a present for twin brother Jonah at Palisades Mall. A man came up with a gun while they were in the parking lot and asked for all of their money. Julia Elswood compiled but she made one mistake, the simple utterance of “Cours, Ches” as she gave the man her purse.

Ches might have gotten out of the event alive, but not she was not unscathed. Julia Elswood was pronounced dead when medics finally arrived on the scene, her blood coating her daughter’s hands and clothing from Ches’s attempts to stop the bleeding. She might have survived the event without physical harm but she was never the same child she was before after that.

One day she had an intact family, the next day the Elswoods were in ruin. Her father completely shut himself out from the family, only coming out for birthdays and holidays. Her oldest brother stepped up as their parental figure, first starting out with homeschooling before he eventually dropped out to ensure his siblings were getting as much of his time as they possibly could. He tried his hardest to make the loss of their mother easier on the younger girls especially, given how young they were at the time. She helped him with the girls as much as she could (and overtime she slowly started filling the role as their second parent). Because of how busy the younger Elswood children kept him, sometimes Logan didn’t have the time to comfort Ches when she woke up in the middle of the night, haunted by their mother.

That was when Emmett stepped in. It wasn’t uncommon for him to sleep on her floor so he’d be there when she woke up terrified out of her mind, and he was there when she just eventually stopped sleeping like people tended to. Over time she realized that Jonah and her weren’t truly two peas in a pod the way they used to be, that Emmett was the only Elswood who truly got her. He wasn’t perfectly normal either, his thoughts and feelings were flawed like hers.

In a family that made her feel so broken at times, Emmett was a saving grace - a reminder she wasn’t alone.

Going to school in Carnifex was an easy decision when you felt so alone at home, at school she found a close group of people she loved and cared about - she felt less alone and less like her family were judging her, and when the feeling came up - she could always toss herself back into her schoolwork and pretend that maybe, just maybe, she was just a normal kid living a normal boring life. Family issues easily bred vulnerability though, and it was that vulnerability that was exploited not long before she was set to start Carnifex.

Long-distance relationships weren't’ supposed to be easy, but when she fell in love for the first time. At the time, she had thought she was as fucked up as she could ever be, that at this point she was just focused on healing the wounds her mother’s death had left in therapy and after that, everything would be fine. James Ruth quickly showed her how mistaken she had been, even now she doesn’t like thinking about everything he had done to her. She doesn’t discuss everything he had put her through in the time they were together nor does she have any intentions on truly discussing the worst of the abuse she endured while dating him and she was home - even in therapy. It did, however, have an effect on her, it made her terrified of truly falling in love with somebody again.  (Note: James is also a massive reason why she doesn't get along with her brother Jamie, the two Elswood siblings never recovered from Jamie sleeping with Ches’s boyfriend. It causes a good deal of tension in the Elswood home but Ches can’t just forgive him, her brother never even apologized for his actions, she wasn’t going to pretend he didn’t hurt her because her father wanted them to get along for his own sake. They were on the rocks before this and afterward, the tension just got a whole lot worse.)

Going back to Carnifex her sophomore year was a key factor in helping Ches get away from her relationship, and it became as much of a home for her than her actual home was the longer she attended. Sure, she still misses her younger sisters, she misses Emmett and Camellia, and she misses her friends in the city. She also dislikes just how restricted she truly is when it comes to Instagram and trying to grow her influence while she attends Carnifex. Networking had to wait until she was home and sometimes she questions why she decided boarding school was a good idea. And then Ches looks at her friends, at the education she’s receiving, and all the fond memories she’s developing. Carnifex, and now Luxor, was well worth the fear of missing out she feels. 

If you had asked her at the start of this school year, she would have told you nothing could have gotten her to leave school for any amount of time her senior year, she had spent the whole summer at Luxor (even after hearing about her baby niece, that meant a lot) - she finally settled in, she couldn’t imagine anything happening that would cause her to leave the academy. And then, on October 16th at two am in the morning, she got a phone call from Ella. Their oldest brother, Logan, had overdosed. While his drug addiction had never been a secret to the family, his relapse had been a surprise to Ches. Her brother had sworn up and down he was fine, that everything at home was okay. Going back to New York was a no brainer, her family needed her - and she needed them.

Logan, who’d been the closest thing to a parent she had since her mother died, almost died - she almost lost all the parental figures she ever knew. It was hard, getting adjusted back to New York City, she threw herself into her school work and did her best to fill the shoes Logan left open as he went through rehab, and then, adjusted back to being home. While she stayed in touch with the people she had at Luxor, she wouldn’t come back until her brother way okay - until she felt safe about leaving him with his daughter and their siblings without her as a backup. Coming back to school this time was really hard on her, the homesickness is worse than ever and she’s constantly trying to check in on her siblings (because mom!Ches is truly in full force and she’s trying to get it back down) but she’s glad to be back. She’s missed being at Luxor, a lot, so she’s glad to be back.

TLDR / quick important notes bio recap for rereads:

Ches’s mother was murdered on her 8th birthday in front of her

She was raised by her oldest brother, Logan, and is NOT close to her father really. She also helped raise her younger sisters and is very protective of them.

The Elswood she is closest to is Emmett, Jonah and her grew apart after her mother’s death.

Ches’s first real love was James (an NPC), they dated (entire)Freshman-(mid)Sophomore years, it was abusive (much more than Ches will ever discuss unless she gets majorly close to someone and they HAVE to know (cough still hasn’t happened though cough)) and Ches is now terrified of falling in love again. Her messy as fuck relationships & exes all start after this point.

Ches’s history at Luxor is pretty much in-tact, changes will be below in another section!

Ches left Luxor because of her oldest brother, Logan, overdosing. He is alive but she stayed in NYC until he was out of rehab / stabilized in order to take care of her younger siblings and her niece, Belle.

Notable Luxor Notes:

Anything relating to Thomas (for those of you who know what I mean) really hasn’t occurred, so if you mention it she’ll just be like “who?” This seems like the easiest course of action given how things were left off

Other muses of note I’m not going to account for are: Asher (more will be added as needed).

Ches isn’t a member of the Churchill Circle (I’m leaning towards was never one either just because the reasons she joined are no longer a factor so... she probably wouldn’t have ever joined)

If anyone wants to change history and/or keep it intact, feel free to dm me to let me know and I’ll update this accordingly. 

Wanted Connections:

Exes (when Ches dates it’s not for long, but she’s definitely the type to be like “I’ll go out with you” if asked and then... dump you if she thinks she’s getting too attached. So her exes are either on good terms, neutral terms, or they probably dislike her a lot)

Former friends with benefits - while Ches is no longer taking on new ones because of Elliot (and is starting to wean off her current ones), I’m always willing to headcanon past things!

FRIENDSHIPS  (I am weak af for a good friendship plot, never be afraid to be like “hey can our muses be friends” the answer is legit always yes)

Enemies (Ches can... be a lot so it’s not unlikely she’s pissed people off ok)

[raiseyourhandsforequaliy-blog]

March for Men

I will go more into my background in later blogs. But I want to talk about the March for Men for my first blog as that and some inspiring people have triggered my wanting to start this blog. (I just wanted to put that disclaimer in first) So it was a beautiful winter Melbourne day (for once). The last two Saturdays it had hailed. That was one of my biggest fears was that we would be rained or in this case hailed out. I had this image of everyone running for cover over the pelting balls of ice. But as mentioned it was a beautiful sunny day. I don't even think there was a cloud in the sky, I wore a warm blacktop thinking it will at the very least be cold, but part of me wished I didn't wear this particular top as I was overly warm at times. So now hopefully you can picture the day at Federation Square. As I walked towards Federation Square I could see the crowds swell. But what really shocked me was the police presence, across the road in front of St Paul's Cathedral. Its like they were on standby, this couldn't be for just us I thought as I walked past a very small demonstration of African Australians in red t-shirts and sweaters chanting free Bobi Wine. So I automatically thought that at least part of this massive police presence was for this small group of people. But as I got closer to the congregation of a March for Men and saw several police officers on horseback almost blocking the area that the organizers were setting up for the days events. As a female, I was wondering if they would let me through. Would every female feel this way that came to support the cause? Are people going to look at me and other females thinking is she one of them or one of us? I got there early and there was a spreading of about 20-30 people getting everything ready. They were all wearing these white t-shirts with a March for Men printed across the front. It was their uniform for the day. They wore them with pride as did everyone else that purchased one for the amazingly cheap cost of $10, the proceeds went to Dads in Destress and the costs for organizing the event. They were handing out free stickers (I put one across my chest because there was no way they had one in my fat size) and flags that we all waved proudly. I sat at the opposite end of where I entered, there were stairs leading down to Flinders Street. I stood at the top of these stairs before I placed my fat ass on a small brick wall (this would become my home and safe haven for the remaining time of us all being at Federation Square). At the bottom of the stairs was something that literally shocked me. About 10-15 police officers in hi-vis vests were standing side by side to protect us. So I sat my ass down looking at one particular man hoping he was my Facebook friend Robert. He had helped me, supported me and gave me information if I asked for it. I felt safe with the police surrounding us, but this got my adrenaline pumping. I was getting excited. The man I had been looking at approached me recognizing me from Facebook (thank god, I didn't want to be one of those people that put up a pic of themselves that in reality looks nothing like them). Robert and I had finally met, my guru for my personal beliefs. We entered into some small talk as you do when you meet someone for the first time. But he was always going to busy as he was one of the speakers for the event and he knew a lot of people. This in itself made me feel special as I knew someone that important and he took time out to come and greet me and make me feel welcome. I sat back down and waited for the one or two people I knew that would turn up. I was a nobody in this. Just another supporter. I took a couple of pics of my surroundings including the army of police at the bottom of the stairs trying to soak it all in. My friend James turned up with his beautiful daughter he bought enough t-shirts to clothe a small African village. So we started to mingle with other people around us, all proudly wearing t-shirts and stickers across our chests and backs supporting the day. As more people entered our area there seemed to be more police enter. We heard each other's stories. One elderly lady Mary told me that she was here because her ex-daughter-in-law had stopped access to her son for their children. So she hadn't seen her grandchildren in over 9 months. This broke my heart as my own son lost his grandmother (my mother) 4 years earlier and he missed her every day. But these children were denied access to their grandparents because of the mother. We need to get the message across to all parents that to deny access to the other parent, you may be punishing that parent due to you just plain not getting along, But that parent or the grandparents that have nothing to do with the fight between you and your ex, but you are punishing your child. It takes two to make the child, it should take two to raise them. Yes, I know that there are some extreme circumstances where the child is far better off without the other parent in their life. But in reality, this isn't as common as people are lead to believe, by media or even social media. But what breaks my heart as a woman and single mother it's usually the mothers that deny this access. So I am sitting watching the crowd growing, listening to people sharing their messages and reason as to why they turned up today. I was walking around taking pics where I could. I started to feel the love thanks to the major organizer Sydney Watson, we had come together a created a family for a few hours. It was a true solidarity. Robert introduced me to another speaker for the day Chani, it was a quick meet and small pleasantries were exchanged, but to be honest, I didn't know who she was and she didn't know who I was. All I knew is she was a lot more important than myself as she was behind the t-shirt table and talking to the well guarded Sydney who had a tall muscular man dressed all in black and wearing what looked like a bulletproof vest. The image reminding me of the SWAT teams you see in action movies. This was the intensity of the direction the day was heading. Basically, police barricades and a guy that looked like he belonged in one of the Expendables movies was somewhat frightening. They were all there to protect us. But protect us from what. Was it really going to get that bad, was mine and everyone else's life in danger, maybe not life but even just our safety. And if it was, from who. Who was threatening our safety and/or lives for supporting men? Avi the MC and the other organizer for the day was giving out random announcements about the t-shirts and updating us at the start time. The crowd of 20 had swelled to about 500-600. There were a few other facebook friends that recognized me from facebook. This felt really good as I was finally feeling that I belonged there and they knew I was one of them, So my day family grew and the love for each other grew stronger. People I had been wanting to meet crossed my path as we exchanged hugs of solidarity and pride, knowing that our passion for what we stood for was building in us. There were people there from different backgrounds, women, children, the wheelchair-bound, different religions and nationalities and sexual orientation. But none of that mattered for we were one. We didn't see each other's nationalities, genders, disabilities or sexual preference. All we saw was support for what we each individually perceived as men's rights. Now the time came, what we all had gathered for, the main event. Avi was an amazing MC and introduced the beautiful Sydney Watson (yes she is stunning and tiny. Such a strong woman coming from such a skinny body. True admiration from me). She gave her speech with her bodyguard close by, thanking all of us for being there. But the more she spoke the louder the chant from the other side of the wall grew. To my ignorance, I didn't even know who was protesting, I have since been told and still don't know who they are. But they were spewing the most god-awful things calling us Nazis and KKK. Which didn't make sense as to what we were all there for  But the speakers stood strong and kept the focus on the messages they needed to share. My now good friend Robert spoke giving examples of stories of what men and boys face in today's world. A lot of what he said I knew, but it still angered me. Other things shocked me like what they do with the foreskin of circumcised males. Here I thought it was just thrown away, was I wrong, sometimes its used in makeup, So here I stood on what was once my seat, feeling ashamed of the makeup I was wearing and not knowing if I had some substance on my face that I didn't want to be there. Do I have to check all my cosmetics to see if they contain foreskin and what do these cosmetic companies call it on the ingredients?  as I am sure it's not called willy skin.  The lovely Chani got up and shared her story, https://sites.google.com/view/equalityinreproduction/march-for-men-speech. (It's her story to share not mine). Sadly it was during her speech some idiot let off an air horn that I later found out was hidden in a esky.  But she didn't give up. She stood strong and continued to share her story. This was when the protestors moved from the opposite end of where I was standing to behind me. At the bottom of the stairs where there was the 20 or so police stood, grew to three to four rows of police, it looked like there were at least 70 officers down there once again protecting us. This didn't scare me this energized me. I didn't scream any disgusting language back as they were screaming at us. I stood high and proud waving my flag, I also took out my Ipad and filmed the patheticness of their chants. Ours was simple "March for Men, Respect for All". As simple as this chant was the message was strong and united. This wasn't blocking any gender, any race, any sexual preference. This was saying we are here today to stand up for men and we respect anyone and everyone regardless of who or what they may be. We were shuffled away from our safe heaven home of the wall that we had been by for the last few hours by the police, once again for our safety. I thanked a few of them so they knew that we were grateful for them being there, regardless if they supported us or not. I know they were doing a job, but this was personal and everyone is entitled to their own beliefs without fear of persecution. These officers were entitled to their opinion of the event also, but they did their job regardless. The speeches had finished and we started to march chanting the whole way "March for men, respect for all". We stepped over the horse crap and I think we all had a little laugh. We walked out of Federation Square and down St Kilda Road. There was a sea of white t-shirts and in the distance, we could see the Shrine of Remembrance. Seeing that brought home what men and women have sacrificed to give us this freedom. I always remember a line in a song by Chris Gill called Lest we forget. The line goes "All gave some, but some gave all". Bringing what we were doing home, as in the past it was mainly men (a lot of women also) that sacrificed their lives for our freedom, for our way of life. They were heroes for doing this. Now men are made to feel like second-class citizens. Everyone that attended the march wasn't there to remove any rights of anyone else, they just wanted to be seen and heard and wanted their rights as fathers, as victims of DV and basically not wanting to feel like the boogie monster because of a few bad apples that have committed some horrendous crimes against women. Our march ended in the park that holds the shrine, opposite the Art Gallery. there were loud cheers for the organizers, all the volunteers and all those that attended. Our day family started to break up, these people that I stood by with solidarity, I wondered if I would ever see again and would we meet up in future like-minded events. I bumped into the lovely Chani again and we were able to talk a bit more. I had already learned about her story but she asked me about mine. Me thinking I didn't have a story just a passion for my version of the cause. I shared a little about myself and my history as a single mother and was surprised to learn that this passion in me has more to do with my history going back to even my mother's story, that more than likely why I feel the way I do. The day was coming to an end, I had James's African village of t-shirts in my bag so we met up for a drink at a local pub, the longer we were there the more of our day family turned up. Getting to know each other more and share our stories of the day. Talking about what a success it had been. We all shared a beer and still stood in solidarity with pride. The day finally came to an end as our white t-shirts left one by one. It was time to go home and allow the day's events to soak in. Allow reality of what we had achieved hit us. I sat on the bus updating and thanking people to my Facebook page and reading what others had posted. I was still pumping full of adrenaline. My body and feet were tired, but my brain couldn't be cut off. I got home after the 6 o'clock news so I was unable to see how they portrayed us. I didn't see anything until basically the next day. What I saw broke my heart. Not one news crew reported the events correctly. They told the world that there were two arrests, and reporting that there had been a couple of knives confiscated. To an outsider, it would come across as if we were the troublemakers. They also showed one man that was on our side smacking a woman on the ass with the end of one of the flags. This was literally the biggest crime that was committed on our side and he hardly touched her, you didn't even see her flinch. The arrests and the knife confiscations came from the protestors, not from us. They interviewed both sides and the words spoken by those that were against the March for Men really didn't know what they were protesting about. Just that it was about men, so let's protest against them because they are men. A friend posted a clip of one particular news channel when someone who is supposed to be on our side but didn't attend the march, bitched that the negative press was given because of the organizers themselves. Which angered me because I know that it didn't matter who arranged it, the press was always going to spin it and make us look like the world's perception of such beliefs. All in all the day was a huge success. I met some people that I was facebook friends with but got to know them on a deeper level. I made some great friends that I didn't even know existed but now they have become great friends and heroes. I got to hear more stories to fuel my passion and I got to experience something beautiful and feel like I was part of something I find extremely important. I am looking forward to meeting more people and learning more stories. But most of all I am looking forward to attending more events like this to show my support.