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occamstfs · 1 year ago

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Those Holi Days

It's a tad early but so is the Spring, Here's a Holi inspired racial TF ! -Occam

Robert is beyond nervous about going to the city’s Holi celebrations. His best friend Pranav begged him to come and have some fun but Robert absolutely hates sticking out which he is sure to do. Pranav swears there are always other white people there but Robert remains unconvinced as he looks through his closet getting ready. Shuffling through he sees dress shirt after dress shirt of a wardrobe meticulously designed not to stand out.

He sighs as he throws on a white t-shirt as recommended by his friend, best thing to wear for the chalk. He sighs thinking of how confident Pranav is as he ensures his shirt sits so no one can see his small gut underneath it. Feeling a pit start to grow in his stomach about going he rushes out the door before he convinces himself to stay in.

On the brief walk over he fights with himself in his head weighing pros and cons. He does not like how intimate it is sure to be, Robert does not like crowds or parties. He read up on Holi of course and this is sure to be quite a hectic event. He starts writing up paragraphs on his phone to chew Pranav out for getting him out of his comfort zone to go to something he’s so sure he will not enjoy.

As he approaches the park he hears some kind of Indian pop music blaring from speakers set at the center of festivities. He must have been quite absorbed in his phone as only now does he notice how thick the air has become from the colored chalk in the air. His heart freezes in his chest as he sees he has already arrived at the outskirts of the Holi block party.

As Robert looks out across the crowd however, he can’t hold back a smile seeing just how much fun just about everyone is having. Technicolor powders are flying through the air creating a storm of vivid blues and dazzling reds above the crowd. Dust begins to settle in Robert’s hair as he looks for Pranav at the event.

He doesn’t immediately find his friend, although to Pranav’s credit there are a not insignificant amount of other white guys present in the park, some of them even seemingly dressed in traditional kurtas. He even sees another one of his friends, John, out there seemingly having an absolute blast. John was always a quiet guy but is almost moshing in the middle of the colorful crowd. Robert almost starts to get his attention before second guessing himself, when did John start growing a beard? He was always the clean cut type but under the blue powder covering his cheeks there is some clear stubble. It almost looks darker than the hair on his head even which must from the powder staining it.

Robert continues watching his friend have a blast smiling as the jubilee feels almost contagious before realizing, shit? Was he supposed to bring chalk for this? Pranav didn’t mention anything- As soon as his mind turns to Pranav however, orange powder is slammed on his head as if it were an Easter confetti egg and his vision is obscured.

“Gotcha Robert!” Pranav shouts in a jaunty manner having successfully snuck up on his dear friend. He ruffles Robert’s hair shedding the powder down onto his clothes as he wipes the powder off his eyes as he switches into his prescription sunglasses. Pranav continues to shout over the music as Robert cleans himself off, “you’ve survived your first color attack friend! How are you liking the festivities so far?”

Finally able to see again Robert blushes as he is standing far closer than usual to Pranav to hear him over the crowd replies, “well I haven’t done much so far but it does seem like a lot of fun!”

Pranav smirks, hearing his friend inch closer to agreeing that he was right. He puts his arm around his friends shoulder and continues, “Ah! Sounds like a chance for me to say told ya so is approaching, my friend!” He starts to point around showing Robert all the stands and activities going on around the park though Robert subconsciously tunes him out as the din of the crowd rises in his ears.

He’s not anxious? Red chalk splatters the pair, Pranav laughs as Robert is suddenly feeling adrift in his own head, but not uncomfortable. It’s almost like he's sluggish which should be off putting at such a high energy event. He should be incredibly anxious right now. But all he can focus on is the raucous revelry of the crowd ahead and Pranav’s arm resting on his back, even this intimacy should be causing him alarm.

The hair of Pranav’s arm brushes Robert’s neck and he stops just sort of moaning in response. Keeping quiet he continues to find his head increasingly groggy. Looking towards Pranav’s face as he sees his friend beam talking about pani puri as he wipes chalk from his beard. God, he’s just so hot, why can I not be more confident like him.

There’s a beat before Robert out loud says, “what the fuck,” catching Pranav off guard. “Oh sorry Rajert? Did you-”

“What did you call me?” Robert asks quickly.

Pausing, worried about his friend, “Robert? Your name?”

Now embarrassed as he was clearly ignoring the friend who invited him to take part in his own culture he quickly apologizes to Pranav and imploring him to continue. Which he does, “I was just saying, I told you that there would be other white dudes here dosti!”

Fighting off his fogginess to keep up Robert agrees, “Yeah you were right! I just saw my friend uh? My friend, uh, Janat?” He stares confused at the crowd scanning it to see his friend once more as Pranav glances down at Robert with a sly smile, eyebrows raised in questioning, “Janat is Bengali, Robert?” At this moment Robert finally sees him, no surprise he didn’t recognize his friend who in the few minutes since seeing him he has ripped off his shirt.

Janat who Robert would have sworn was a guy even more milquetoast than himself is now absolutely covered in chalk as it creates patterns down his now muscular back, sweat creating rivets of dye only seeming to increase the vascularity. Robert stares at a man he will never know as John again, as he creates a torrent of dust in the air, twirling t-shirt he must have ripped off above his head. The crew cut that once rose above his head has grown into a thick ponytail as a moustache pushes itself into existence. Robert cannot look away from his friend as he shows off his muscular body as powder continues to flow through the air. He tosses his shirt to the floor keeping his arm raised as he starts waterfalling some drink from his friend. Robert’s eyes trail down his veiny bicep to see his now-exposed pits. Knowing Janat constantly shaves to keep body looking tight, he watches as hair begins to poke out from under his pits.

Pranav, almost out of jealousy, speaks up to get Robert’s attention away from their friend, “Ah yeah Janat is a real party animal huh? But we don’t need to do all that eh dosti?” His beard, tanned skin, and of course red Holi powder hide his blush as he blocks Janat from view and starts rubbing Robert’s shoulder. Robert in turn looks back to Pranav and smiles. Before hearing his Pranav speak up once more “Woah Rajert! When did you start growing out your own little beard! It looks nice” Both men move their hands to feel Rajert’s face as he freezes up feeling stubble on his hitherto perpetually clean shaven face.

Rajert reaches for his phone to see his reflection but doesn’t even need to as he sees his new appearance in his lockscreen. Now a picture of him and Pranav, which is in and of itself odd, he sees the two of them standing at a pier looking like he always does. Save for the stubbled face that will now always greet him. But, that can't be right? He’s blonde? Or at least brown right? His eyes dart again to his face in the photo and sees not only does stubble now darken his cheeks but the hair rising above his head is similarly black.

Rajert reaches to his head, once more shaking powder out as he tries to rip a strand of his hopefully blonde hair free. Pranav shouts seeing this, “Woah yaar! What are you doing? Is everything alright!?” The two of them see a long strand of midnight black hair between Rajert’s fingers. Pranav suddenly worried that Rajert is entering a state all too familiar starts to try and lead him away from the crowd before he starts hyperventilating. “I’m so sorry Rajert! I was wrong, this is too much for you here, let's go get you some shade!” Pranav grabs his hand and starts dragging him out of the crowd.

Rajert knows the crowd isn’t the problem though. He was having a good time, but something happened? It was something about his hair right? He struggles to audit why he has suddenly frozen up as he is pulled through the crowd. There is a buzz in the air as the music and cries of joy continue to crescendo. Rajert feels a warmth in his chest, as well as in the hand now clasped by Pranav. He smiles as he is led and looks at the arm pulling him feeling safer by the moment.

Neither of the two notice as Rajert’s arm begins to look starkly similar to the one dragging him. The hand begins to grow in Pranav’s grasp as the thin blonde hairs dotting Rajert’s arm begin to grow thicker and darker. It begins to spread up his forearm, curling as they look and feel remarkably like the arm that brushed his neck oh so recently. Neither notices though, as Rajert remains firmly in his own mind. Stuck with the image of Janat dancing in the crowd, he seemed so free. His shirt above his head as he shows everyone around just how much of a man he is. Rajert’s eyes start to glaze as he thinks again about his pits, man. I wonder what he smells like?

“Chod!” Rajert shouts as he again feels his mind drift to such horny thoughts. Neither man noticing as Rajert has just defaulted to a Hindi swear. Pranav in his part is just concerned about his friend. Yes, just a friend. He leads Rajert to sit against a tree, hiding how much tanner his arms have gotten in this short trek as he checks in. “Yaar? Do you want me to go get something to drink?”

Rajert nods as he responds, his throat feeling dry, easily attributed to the significant amount of chalk inhaled. “I’m a little lightheaded Pranav.” Concern is immediately painted across Pranav’s face even thicker than the dye as he plans to run off to get his dear something to drink and eat, it must be a blood sugar thing right? “I’ll be right back Rajer!” He watches as Pranav quickly makes his way through the crowd in search of the cure for his condition as his mind begins to swim even deeper.

Rajer watches floes of Holi powder stream above the crowd, trying to distract himself from how weird his clothes feel against his body now that he’s sitting down. He feels his sleeves pushing against his biceps as if he’s ever lifted something heavier than a textbook. He pulls at his shirt to relieve the tightness, catapulting more dust into the air. His eyes glaze over as he watches the colors dance in the air. Across the pavilion Pranav nervously watches Rajer, easily noticing that he seems to be filling out his clothes much better. He reprimands himself for thinking with his dick while his friend(?) is in such a state, though this is the Festival of Spring after all with all that implies.

Back at the tree Rajer feels a thought burst through the fog to the forefront of his mind which he immediately puts to words. “Ah, this reminds me of my first Holi.” But no, this is my first Holi right? He sifts through his memories to assure himself. What he finds inside is impossible.

He remembers being a young boy traveling into Delhi for the festivities. He remembers seeing the colors dancing in the air as millions of hands toss dye in the air. As he does he feels his feet begin to grow in his powder covered shoes.

He remembers moving to the states with his older brother in late December. Feeling totally apart from hsi culture until that magical day in the Spring. Finally having Pani Puri once more with his community as he did his best to keep the chalk off the dough, laughing with his brother. He kicks his shoes off while he still can as he sees his larger feet start to rip apart his chalk-stained socks.

“Offo!” He shouts as he strains to pull off his socks, revealing tanned feet covered in thick black hair, his soles already wider than the shoes he removed in the nick of time. Well it is certainly not his first time being barefoot at Holi! He laughs remembering how crazy he has been in the past! In fact, he was barefoot at the big Holi festival in college, the one where. The one where he met his yaar, Pranav?

At this Pranav returns and upon seeing Rajer now barefoot he forgets the dire state that he was left in. Instead Pranav eyes his thicker thighs straining the jeans. His calves seem to be sticking out farther than they should, Pranav wonders why his yaar has put on clothes so tight on a festival day before suddenly finding the most strained part of Rajer’s clothing, his crotch. It’s almost like he’s stuffed something in his pants. Pranav quickly changes the subject to avoid creating a similar bulge for all to see, “have you been working on your tan Rajer?”

Rajer smirks before answering, “Well only one way to see!” As he struggles to get his larger body out of the small shirt he put on this morning. Unable to even raise his arms without tearing he instead opts to rip the shirt off in its entirety. As soon as his sweaty skin meets the air it shows the same dark brown tint that Pranav sees when he looks in the mirror. Pranav stares at Rajer’s tight muscular torso as he flexes to show off. He doesn’t notice as Rajer’s eyes quickly darken from the light blue eyes once magnified by his glasses, to a brown dark enough that they may as well be black. “See! Same as I’ve always been Pran!”

Pranav reaches down to help Rajer to his feet, finding him far heavier than when he was dragged by Pranav to this spot earlier. With a heave he gets Rajer up, only to find he is now looking up at him. Suddenly Pranav finds himself adrift in his own mind, the sight of the man before him immediately causing his cock to pulse in his pants sa he tries to reconcile what has happened. Seeing the confusion Rajer asks, “haan Pran? Everything alright?” Pranav hears a thick accent that he would have sworn Rajer didn’t have this morning. “Rajer, you are feeling better now?”

Rajer stops his flexing as he takes this in and answers in perfect Hindi, “did you call me Rajer? ‘S a weird pet name for Rajesh yaar.” Rajesh reaches to wipe chalk off the face of a man he can only describe as his love as he notices the growing bulges in both their pants and smirks, asking in Hindi. “Ah! Do you want to find our own way to celebrate the spring Pran?”

In a reversal of this morning Rajesh puts his arm across PRanav’s shoulders and puts some of his weight on, which Pranav now struggles to carry. This knocks him out of his stupor, “Chod Raj you are so heavy!” Rajesh smirks and moves behind Pranav, pressing his bulge into his lover’s back as he whispers into his ear in Hindi, “why don’t we head back to our place eh? Maybe we could have Janat over?”

Pranav blushes at the idea and pushes Raj back as he eyes him hungrily. “Well we should certainly get out of here before your cock bursts your zipper off.” The two begin to head off back towards their now shared apartment, their pace increasing as the excitement in the air continues to get them going.

Pranav looks up at Rajesh’s chalk covered smile, “Glad you came after all eh yaar?” As they enter their apartment careful not to get chalk over everything they own they finish the little disrobing they have left to do as Rajesh replies in his true mother tongue, “wouldn’t miss it for the world.” As they forcefully begin smear chalk between their bodies, creating new colors as they celebrate Holi in a far more primal way than dancing in colored powder.

They feel each other as if it were the first time they had fucked, not knowing it truly is. Rajesh feels his body continue to grow as he pushes Pranav into their bed. Pranav runs his hands across Rajesh’s powerful thighs as his hands are increasingly impeded by ever thickening hair as he prepares for another round of celebrating new beginnings.

#male tf #masculinization #mental change #racial change #race change #male transformation

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shih-coulda-had-it · 2 years ago

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totally reasonable development to the American Dream plan, don't even sweat it

(and the 24+ sentences i owe to the pollers)

Toshinori bounces on his heels, feeling lighter than air with the anticipation of tonight’s activities buzzing along his nerves. He’s dressed in a dark hooded sweatshirt, denim jeans, and the sneakers Gran Torino had bought specifically for their high-quality rubber soles.

And speaking of, Gran Torino should be up on the roofs somewhere…

The front door to the Midoriya apartment opens, and Izuku slips out after a hasty farewell to his mother, which is paired with a lackluster promise to stay safe. Toshinori manages a single jaunty wave before Izuku shuts it, and then his attention is turned to give Izuku’s outfit a critical once-over.

“You don’t have any other shoes?” Toshinori asks, contemplating the red hue of his successor’s sneakers. The rest of the clothes are appropriately sturdy and dark in palette.

“No? Sorry…”

“Eh, it should be fine. There shouldn’t be a lot of traffic up top anyway. Come on, let’s move!”

They make their way to the stairs, but to Izuku’s obvious confusion, Toshinori leads them further up.

“Yagi-san, you said that this was going to be a special Basic Physical Fitness Training session,” the kid says. “Can I ask… who thought of it? You, or Gran Torino?”

“Oh, this is totally my idea,” says Toshinori breezily. “I know the beach clean-up is the ultimate goal, and it’ll stay as your focus before high school, but I realized today that there are some experiences that you just can’t replicate as a holder of One for All! Experiences that even our Quirkless bodies can manage!”

They head higher. Izuku gets more nervous, but gamely follows Toshinori up the fire safety ladder.

On the roof, Gran Torino greets them with a curt, “Boys. This is the stupidest thing I can imagine for you two to do, in the stupidest place possible.” He’s sitting on the ledge, and as Toshinori requested, two lengths of steel pipes are leaned up next to him.

“Musutafu’s perfectly safe,” Toshinori counters. “And with you here, Gran Torino, there’s minimal risk of, well...”

“Falling to your deaths?”

Izuku squeaks. He quivers beside Toshinori, and when Toshinori glances down, Izuku is staring at the pipes, aghast. “What are we doing, Yagi-san?”

“We,” Toshinori says with great dignity, “are training in the great art of parkour. The pipes are insurance for safety, supposing we see real trouble that a pro-hero won’t get to in time.”

“Legally speaking, vigilantism,” Gran Torino interrupts.

“But we’re not going to get caught.”

“Which makes you juvenile delinquents.”

“Gran Torino,” Toshinori complains, feeling delightfully young and unburdened now that he’s gotten accustomed to Torino’s incredible, mellowed-out approach to training Izuku. What trauma? What spars? Toshinori at fifteen didn’t know anything about that, and Gran Torino at his current age looked nothing like the pro-hero who haunted the end of his high school career!

“I’m enabling you, aren’t I?” the old man shoots back. “Don’t I get to express my own opinions?”

“Is it really safe, though?” Izuku asks.

“Of course!” Toshinori picks up a pipe, hefts it, and tosses it over to Izuku, who catches it while wearing a thoroughly beleaguered expression. Then he grabs the other. “Listen, Midoriya-kun. If it’s really going to be a year until you get One for All, then the American Dream plan can afford to be a little flexible! You want to be a U.A. student, right?!”

“R-right!”

“Then we can’t just train your body!” he cries, lifting the pipe like a torch. “We’ve gotta train your willingness to get into a scrap!”

A little more wobbly, Izuku repeats, “R-right!” And because his successor is more polite, Izuku turns to Gran Torino and executes a little bow, adding, “Thank you for letting us do this, Gran Torino! And for keeping an eye on us!”

Torino sighs.

#bnha #yagi toshinori #all might #midoriya izuku #deku #deaged at dagobah au #now that pipe wielding young toshi has been canonized #i GOTTA have them running around town. pipsqueak (nominally in toshinori's case) vigilantes #and their long suffering chaperone gran torino #gran torino: no officer i don't believe i saw any dumb kids taking down this burglar #and he's glaring DAGGERS at a dumpster where toshinori and izuku are hiding #anyways update to the au i'm trying to map out like four chapters #before i post the first #shih.txt #shih's art

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luciferfemme · 1 year ago

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What did you say?

a little drabble inspired by @unreasonablebanshee and their idea for someone being rude to Angel and getting their ass handed to them by Alastor

“Charlotte,” Alastor growled, his voice tense and full of static. It was clear he was trying and failing to retain his composure.

“I’ve made up my mind, Alastor,” she said. “We can’t just turn Sinners away…”

“Babe, even I think this is a bad idea,” Vaggie cut in.

“Adam is a Sinner now, and if he wants to be redeemed…” she knew this was a losing battle. It had been less than six months since Adam had woken up in Hell, now a sinner. To say it was a rude awakening to suddenly be without his angelic power was perhaps an understatement.

“He killed Sir Pentious along with untold thousands of your people, just in the last two exterminations alone. Not to mention that he destroyed your hotel, and your pet,” Alastor retorted. That he himself had almost been killed by Adam remained unsaid. “He has shown little remorse, and frankly I believe is only here for your protection because he believes you to be naive," a low blow and one Alastor felt guilty for but no less a concern.

Charlie sighed, “Alastor, when I created this hotel I decided that any sinner has the chance to be redeemed and that has to include Adam.”

Alastor pursed his lips, as he adjusted his monocle. “One month,” he said. “And if in that month he does anything, anything at all, to any of us, including disrespecting any of our clientele I shall see to it that he finds kingdom come at my hands.”

Adam didn’t even make it a day.

He had barely been in the hotel lobby all of six hours before pandemonium broke loose.

Angel had been walking through the lobby of the hotel, on his way out to spend the day with Cherri, now that he was a free man thanks to his boyfriend. Angel stepped over to the bar, pointedly ignoring Adam who was getting wasted. “Hey Husky, you seen Al anywhere?” He asked. “I wanted to say bye before I head out with Cherri.”

“Your boyfriend’s in his office last I checked.”

“Thanks babe,” Angel said, he turned on his heel, about to leave when he heard Adam scoff from behind him.

“Can’t believe the Radio Demon is fuckin’ the two-bit crack whore. Nearly gets killed once and he’s that desperate.”

Angel barely had time to react before Alastor had materialized in between himself and Adam. “What did you say?” Alastor growled. His eyes wild and radio dials. His antlers had grown to twice their size as the shadows were all closing in.

“You’re in for it now,” Husk said as he disappeared beneath the bar counter.

Alastor growled, a feral sound not unlike a very angry deer, which he was and a green chain materialized from the end of his staff and wrapped itself around Adam’s neck, yanking him back off the barstool and onto the ground at Alastor’s feet.

“Let me remind you of something oh first man!” He growled. “You are a guest at this hotel, a guest of the Princess. And I have warned her that should you disrespect anyone at this hotel, you would meet your maker at my hands. She seems to believe you are redeemable but not a day in and you’re already a stain under my heel.” He had taken up half the size of the lobby now, and Adam looked throughly terrified.

“Alastor,” Angel said firmly from behind him. Alastor turned. “He ain’t worth it.” Alastor deflated at that, and shrank back down to his normal size, before he leaned very low to where Adam was currently lying on the ground, trying to catch his breath.

“Consider yourself very lucky that my beloved Angel Dust has a more forgiving heart than I. Not that your worthy of his forgiveness. Disrespect him again and I will not hesitate to eviscerate you and dine on your entrails,” he spat, whipping around to give his full and undivided attention to Angel.

“Now then darling,” he said, suddenly playing jaunty tune. “Do have a wonderful time with Cherri,” he pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Angel blushed, he still wasn’t used to having the Radio Demon be so protective over him, especially with how terrifying he had become on Angel’s behalf. “Thanks babe.” Angel put on his sunglasses and slipped out of the hotel, just as Alastor made his way back towards the Radio tower.

“Huh, you’re going soft,” Vaggie said with a clear grin to her voice.

“Bite your tongue,” he hissed, and vanished into the shadows.

Vaggie chuckled to herself, “Holy shit the Radio Demon is whipped for Angel. This is so much better than I ever could have imagined.”

#radiodust #my writing #drabble

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beardedmrbean · 5 months ago

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As if commemorating the first anniversary of the worst single-day massacre of Jews since the Holocaust wasn’t harrowing enough, we American Jews were treated Monday to a reminder that the marauders who want us dead are alive and well in New York City.

There they were, in Times Square and in Grand Central and in Columbus Circle and elsewhere in the greatest city on Earth, chanting for Hamas, Hezbollah and other death cults committed to raping, kidnapping and killing Israelis, Americans and Jews.

There they were, on American soil, cheering for the monsters who still hold four American citizens in captivity.

There they were, promising to globalize the intifada and bring the bloodshed that is their only true passion to these shores as well.

Watching the keffiyeh-clad thugs, many of my friends felt distraught. How, they wondered, could such hatred flourish here, in America? And why were the bullies permitted to carry on with their intimidation, turning our solemn day of remembrance into one of fear and loathing and expressing their admiration for organizations that our government had long ago classified as terrorist groups?

I understand these sentiments, but I do not share them. The sight of masked maniacs calling for my demise did not deter me. In fact, it gave me hope.

It gave me hope, because, an immigrant here myself, I believe in America. I believe in American exceptionalism.

And I believe that the jaunty little jihadists marching down the block are precisely the sort of wake-up call this great but slumbering nation needs to stretch its limbs and leap into the next big fight for freedom.

You hardly need to be Jewish, or a political scientist, to realize that the so-called pro-Palestine crowd isn’t really all that interested in Palestine.

Their main goal is America, that lone bastion of Western civilization, which is why they strategically chose all-American events, like the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade or the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree lighting ceremony, as the optimal settings to unleash their mayhem.

Trying to disrupt our favorite national pageants is a very strange way to win friends and influence people, but it’s not really our sympathy that the protesters want.

They want us to know that they hate us and everything we represent, and that, if allowed, they intend to do in Manhattan and Brooklyn and Queens what they’d done in Nir Oz, Kfar Aza, Be’eri and all the other Israeli communities hit hardest one year ago this week.

Now we know.

And now that we know, we won’t let it happen.

Normal Americans are finally realizing just how deep-seated — and how dangerous — this hatred truly is, and, as Americans always do, they’re taking action. It’s why we’ve seen donations to Columbia University, that renowned seat of Jew-hatred and bigotry, drop 30% this past year.

It’s why we’ve seen lawmakers demand that we take our own laws seriously and deport any foreign national who is openly and outwardly expressing support for terrorists.

And it’s why an overwhelming majority of Americans recently told the Pew Research Center that Israel had very valid reasons to keep on fighting until it defeated Hamas and Hezbollah.

Americans, hallelujah, understand that Israel’s fight isn’t Israel’s alone. It’s the Western world’s struggle against the so-called Axis of Resistance — Iran, Russia, China and their minions. It’s a civilizational fight, and though it may have started a year ago in some dusty corner of the Middle East, it is now being waged right here in Midtown.

The barbarians are at the gates. That’s bad news. But here’s the good news: So are we.

#nunyas news

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windvexer · 1 year ago

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I think I finally unlocked the secret of crochet tarot bags.

This pattern is fantail shells worked in the round, bottom seamed shut, long strap added (in case you need to carry it over the shoulder ??) and finished with picot edging.

Pro tip: a jaunty knot at the end will help cover up the fact that you twisted the handle 🥸

I won’t be using a pattern with such large holes again unless I line it. The corners of the cards tend to catch on the holes and I’m afraid of bending them.

#photos #crochet

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rocketonthemoon · 1 year ago

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If a screenwriter and a director came up to you and said "Rocket, we have seen the light, Katie McGraff is the hotness, you're clearly the man with the plan, please help us come up with a movie or TV show that best shows off her talents as the leading lady," what would your top 3 pitches be? Knowing you have complete creative control of The Thing.

First of all I want you to know that "Katie McGrath is the hotness" might just become my tag for her because I love that phrase SO very dearly.

SECONDLY WHAT A GOOD QUESTION. I feel like I'm going to do a mix of both what I would like to see her in and also what I feel like (from the little of what I understand) her genre preferences are:

PROJECT NUMBER ONE: You know initially I was going to say "Some sort of dark fantasy and/or period piece" but then I remembered that I can just fulfill all of our wildest dreams and do a mini-series (because fuck multiple movies this is a pro "the importance of letting stories breathe" blog) of The Priory of the Orange Tree and casting her as Sabran. She's the right age, the perfect look AND all of our favorite things of looking gay and stern in a period/fantasy dress!!! (I'd have to think more on the rest of the cast but I'm up to the challenge and would devote a substantial amount of the budget to costume design)

PROJECT NUMBER TWO: A contemporary paranormal/supernatural thriller maybe a la Midnight Mass or Bly Manor or maybe Crimson Peak? (haven't actually seen any of these cause I'm a weenie but that's the kind of vibes I want) and make her a vampire. Or a ghost actually I think that could be a lot of fun. If we're going Midnight Mass/Mike Flanagan then Rahul Kohli's there because I want to see what sort of chemistry they can actually work with that's not 12 minutes on a CW show. I want it to hurt and I want her to have fun running around screaming maybe! Or biting people! Or both!!

PROJECT NUMBER THREE: some sort of historical documentary. Get her a cozy sweater, get her in a castle or some old ass building somewhere and let her just Go. Put a jaunty little soundtrack over it and boom instant hit.

#rhiorhino #Ask a Rocket #oh this was a ton of fun #thanks so much for the thoughts!#Katie McGrath is the Hotness is definitely going to be a tag now thank you very much #Katie McGrath

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amoelectricbikes · 2 months ago

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frogndtoad · 1 year ago

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Do you have your favorite albums shared in a post somewhere? I've been trying to find new music and the only thing I wouldn't care to listen to are songs that tend towards vulgarity, so I'd really appreciate some recs if you've got some :,)

howdy anon! always happy to share new music - i don't have a post, but a few of my all-timers are:

Stars - Heart maybe my favorite album by my alternatingly favorite band; absolutely atmospheric indie pop mostly about love, for better or for worse (as in contextually. all of the songs rule). plus theres french horn!

Streetlight Manifesto - Everything Goes Numb the ska-punk album so good it took me over half a decade to get into ska fr because nothing else could measure up. absolutely epic horns quite good lyrics. wish i coulda made any of the anniversary shows this year

Clipping. - Splendor & Misery perfect afrofuturist noise rap concept album about a slave spaceship and the sentient ai that controls it and the human who breaks free. probably the least gory clipping album if thats an issue for u. i love listening to static dot jpg

The Mountain Goats - Beat The Champ if there is a theme in this list let it be my love of horns. other alternatingly favorite band, and if you havent checked these guys out what are you even doing sending asks to frogndtoad dot tumblr dot com. this is their concept album about pro wrestling - a lot bigger sounds than some of the earlier lofi stuff, plenty of lines still about getting stabbed or doing stabbing. but to a jaunty little horn feature! i have rotating top goats but this has been it for a bit

Willi Carlisle - Peculiar, Missouri one of my favorite if not my favorite finds of the year. truly truly beautiful folk album i dont even know what else to say here. absolutely so excited for Critterland next year

disclaimer also that i was taken a little aback by the use of the word 'vulgarity' here in my asks on tumblr dot com for a couple reasons but tried at the very least to take ur sentiment as best as i could and provide some good albums i stand by. might not meet your needs but its not esp gorey and its not esp raunchy and i hope that you enjoy

oh also!! i do keep an #album-log tag that i update periodically with roundups of what ive been listening to and how much; theres a few stats there. might try to keep a better maintained recs tag in the new year but mostly i do that at least for myself i just think its fun to share also

#genuinely these are all in my top 10 of albums this may just Be my top 5 as it currently stands (not in order)#pretty respectable genre and vibes spread too.#if you have more specific qs for content lmk! again i have a kneejerk response to your word usage #but i genuinely do love sharing music i love and tried to give enough info here that anyone who might have interest can gauge that.#oh actually re my first tag. the whaler............ but thats not on this list anon i doubt you will appreciate that album. but *i* do...

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tellurian-in-aristasia · 2 years ago

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Aristasian Slang H-P

Slang terms, marked with "a" to signify that these are terms adopted from the Motherland or "t" to denote specifically Tellurian words unknown in the Motherland.

HYACINTH a: To "give someone the hyacinth" is to refuse to speak to her.

JINKY a: Frivolous, jaunty, gay. Applied to people, activities, music, etc.

KINNIE a: A motion picture. ("Kinema" in more formal Aristasian speech.)

LEKKIEPOST t: What bongos call "email".

LEMON a: To "sleep like a lemon" or simply to "lemon" or "be a lemon" means to sleep during the day. It is probably related to the Novarian term zitronel, meaning a siesta.

MOME a: Moment. Abbreviations of this type are quite common and sometimes coined ad hoc, but "mome" is almost universal.

MOMELY a: Very soon, as in "I shall be back momely".

OLD TARRY ROPE, THE a: (Tarry rhymes to "sari", not "marry"). Usu. in the expression "Don't come the old tarry rope with me", meaning usually "Don't pretend to knowledge or experience you do not possess" but sometimes more generally "Don't give me any of your nonsense". It can be used positively as in: "do you think she knows what she is talking about?" "No, she was just coming the old tarry rope." or "Do you think you will pass the exam?" "Only if I can get by with the old tarry rope".

ORDIE a: Ordinator (Personal Computer).

PETTE t: A girl. Considered by some to have been originally short for 'chapette'; although this shade of meaning is probably less present in its usage than the pun on 'pet'. Its nuance, at once jaunty and ultra-feminine, is unique and purely Aristasian-in-Tellurian. A "pette", like a '20s "flapper" or a '60s "dolly bird" is a phenomenon specific to her time and place. The word also, with its overtones of ownership and obedience, stresses the ethos of ferocious group-independence and equally ferocious revolt against the false divide-and-rule Pit-cult of 'personal independence'.

PIPPSY a: A bright young thing.

PLIP a: To go. "I'll plip off now", "they were plipping all over the place", "I think she plipped to Ladyton", etc.

PLUMBING t: The elimination and reproduction mechanisms of schizomorphs, usually when taken as the main source of coarse language/"humour" etc. in Telluria. For instance: "Her talk was awful. Full of plumbing references", or "Can't these creatures forget their plumbing for five minutes?" Sometimes the word is used alone: "She became abusive, and, having no vocabulary, started plumbing". There is undoubtedly a degree of pun on "plumbing (the depths)" here.

PLUMBER t: An Outlander who swears. A coarse or lewd Outlander.

POP a: To break, destroy or disappear, literally or figuratively. "Don't pop that window". "I had a job at the library, but it popped".

POP t: To post on a forum or other online location. "I have just popped the notes on our meeting".

PROING a: To poke or penetrate: "She proinged the balloon and it popped". A hypodermic injection: "I had to see the doctor for a proing".

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#aristasia #aristasian #miss martindale #st. bride's school #children of the void

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flowcrbcds · 2 years ago

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dylan o’brien. he/him. cis man. › spotted at the met steps , isaiah kensinton , most likely listening to the show by niall horan with their airpods pro . the twenty-nine year old gained quite a reputation , known to be -indecisive yet +jaunty to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about sleepless nights as spent in front of a computer screen and researching , always wearing mismatched socks , random metallic stickers coming out hair , taking photographs at the most inopportune times , followed by gucci mémoire d’une odeur . latest nepoupdates article talks about how he was seen walking out of a room that was later said to be a crime scene , but i guess any reputation is good reputation .

STATS

FULL NAME : isaiah peter kensinton . NICKNAME : zay . GENDER : cis man . AGE : twenty nine. DATE OF BIRTH : january 20th, 1994 . ZODIAC : aquarius. BIRTHPLACE : new york, ny . SEXUALITY : heterosexual . OCCUPATION : photographer / podcaster . HEIGHT : 6'0" . TATTOOS : tba. PIERCINGS : n/a .

BACKSTORY

— the kensinton family has been an established name in new york for many years. they are known throughout the upper east side for their vast riches and entitlement. they come from old money and are very confident in their place. however, isaiah was brought into the world by the black sheep of the family, bridget. his mother was set on defying their family in any way she could and rebelled at any chance she had. this led her to have isaiah way too young in her life, when she was just shy of eighteen years old.

— her family was not happy with that and judged her for her actions. eventually, she left them to raise isaiah on her own. the beginning of his life was tough; after all, no one wanted to hire an entitled rich girl with no experience when no one was vouching for her. so, his mother had to work hard to provide good things in life for him and give him what he deserved. his mother never stopped isaiah from meeting his family, although the visits were few and far apart. but bridget was still too proud to take any help from any of them. his great aunt was the one in the family who mostly reached out to him and made him feel a part of it, as she always had a soft spot for his mother.

— as he grew up, he grew closer to his mom. it was them against the world, a single mom and her son. he became protective of his mom, and although she had boyfriends, none of them stuck around, and isaiah never had a father figure in his life. their life was tough, and they struggled for the most part, but it was a good life once his mom managed to get things to work in their favor; after all, she was very charming. when isaiah was a teen, his mom got pregnant with his little sister by her current boyfriend, who, just like every man before, flaked on her when she needed them the most.

— even though both isaiah and his mother were incredibly excited and loved his sister dearly, her arrival in the world put them in a bit of a tougher financial situation, and they were no longer stable. now that his mother was older and more rational, she accepted the helping hand of the family, and they moved in with isaiah’s great aunt in the azalea building. suddenly, he was thrust into the expectations of old money and a higher status. his great aunt insisted that he transfer to the best private school in town, and he accepted her offer. it was a lot of change to take in, but he was happy to go with the flow of things.

— he settled well into this new environment. he was always a happy-go-lucky and enchanting person, so he soon won the favor of everyone around him. he had a better understanding of the world than your average stuck-up brat he went to high school with and had more compassion, which led him to be liked by all. just as he was with his mother, he became extremely protective of his little sister as she grew up.

— death tw not too long after his eighteenth birthday, his world practically shattered. his seemingly healthy mother passed away with no rhyme or reason. it took everyone by surprise, and isaiah was struck with a pain he didn't think was possible. because of his age, he also gained guardianship of his little sister. even though he wanted to let the pain consume him, he didn't allow himself to because of her. thankfully, their great aunt was still happy to have them in her place, so they didn't have to worry about that aspect. however, he had to forgo college so he could provide for his sister in other areas. end of tw

— isaiah always had a curious mind and wanted to figure out things around him, even if he sometimes drew the wrong conclusions. his mother's passing always nags at the back of his mind like a problem he could never figure out.

— he started working with photography before even graduating high school and always had a passion for it. he absolutely loves capturing the world through his lenses and showing everyone how he perceives them and the world around them. however, he only started making a profit from his artistic pictures (as opposed to paid photography gigs) more recently in his twenties and is now working with his passion.

— more recently, his great aunt decided that she wanted a change of pace, so she moved to a retirement home in a warmer state. she left the apartment for isaiah and his sister and visits from time to time. her move shifted the dynamics within the family unit once again, but he has found joy in the way things are going.

SUBPLOT INFO

𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 #𝟏𝟗 : built in the early 1900s, the azalea is one of the grandest apartment-style homes on the upper east side. and while grand, the complex has been rife with scandal since its conception. fraud. embezzlement. even rumors about a death that took place in the building ! muse trix and muse isaiah have known each other all their life, recently inheriting their apartments from their respective families. muse 2n moved to the city, renting the apartment from a relative. somewhere along the way the three bonded and muse 2n is looped into muse trix and muse isaiah’s true crime podcast dedicated to the walls of the azalea. and while the podcast becomes a hit, the group finds themselves being drawn into different directions. muse trix has another podcast that they’re focusing on. muse isaiah has ideas of their own and wants to expand on the current podcast. and muse 2n is quite frankly not used to the media attention. the fate of this podcast remains uncertain with conflicting interests. can the three come to a conclusion or will this be the end of the podcast trio?

PERSONALITY

— growing up in a challenging environment, isaiah learned to find joy in the little things. his mother's ability to maintain a positive attitude even during tough times influenced him, and he adopted a carefree approach to life as a way of dealing with hardships.

— he has a natural charm that draws people to him. his charisma and enchanting demeanor make him likable and approachable to others.

— being raised by a strong, empathetic single mother taught isaiah the importance of compassion. because of that he has a strong sense of compassion and kindness. he will always show understanding and empathy towards others first instead of judging them.

— isaiah's early life was challenging, and he learned to be resilient in the face of adversity. he is determined to provide for his family and create a better life for them, even if it means making sacrifices.

— zay is someone who is very good-natured, but a bit clueless at times. he might not always pick up on subtleties, but his warmth and sincerity shine through.

— he embraces change and new experiences, as seen when he transitions from his old life to a more affluent one. isaiah is open-minded and willing to go with the flow of things.

— he is a bit indecisive and will gladly let other people take reigns on what to do next instead of having to face it on his own if he can.

#nepofm.intro

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nepofm · 2 years ago

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SPOTTED at the met steps wearing last season’s jimmy choos ? i’d leave the steps in the next 24 hours before nepoupdates catches them ! if it were me , i’d definitely go back and review the checklist of golden rules.

isaiah kensinton dylan o’brien , muse 2m

dylan o’brien. he/him. cis man. › spotted at the met steps , isaiah kensinton , most likely listening to the show by niall horan with their airpods pro . the twenty-nine year old gained quite a reputation , known to be -indecisive yet +jaunty to anyone who knows them . you’ll easily spot them when you hear about sleepless nights as spent in front of a computer screen and researching , always wearing mismatched socks , random metallic stickers coming out hair , taking photographs at the most inopportune times , followed by gucci mémoire d’une odeur . latest nepoupdates article talks about how he was seen walking out of a room that was later said to be a crime scene , but i guess any reputation is good reputation . ( j , 26 , she/her , pst . )

#appless rp #oc rp #rich kids rp #subplots rp #city rp #gossip girl rp

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dark-elf-writes · 6 months ago

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I thought I had a whole au for this when in fact it is just one post from over a year ago but either way I am screaming about it at the top of my lungs.

Like a meet cute where Pro Hero Psyren and a vigilante try to stop the same robbery and are both taken into custody... or at least they try to take them both into custody. With a jaunty wave and a middle finger emoji on their mask, Izuku slips out of the quirk canceling cuffs mystifying everyone and parkours away. Hitoshi is both taken over by a deep need to know the vigilante and a blistering migraine because as the hero on scene when they escaped capture he is going to be the one in charge of finding them and kfhaglhdshfldslfhsodh

Thinking about the Barbie arrest meme with Tired Done With Life Underground Hero Hitoshi who wasn’t recognized and Little Shit Vigilante Izuku who was recognized for all the wrong reasons.

#mha #bnha

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idlesuperstar · 4 years ago

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Errol Flynn as Gunnar Brogge in Edge of Darkness [d: Lewis Milestone, 1943]

#errol flynn #edge of darkness #the 'watch the been-on-the-pile-for-years errol films' continues #this film is two hours long and feels it #it is VERY SERIOUS #which - ok - it's a propaganda film about how awesome norway is and the us needs to help out #it's good don't get me wrong #but it's not one I'll watch again #pros are:#errol is a FISHERMAN and wears FISHERMAN clothes all through #errol wears a bobble hat at a jaunty angle like nobody else could get away with #it has a great cast including #ruth gordon walter huston judith anderson #the big battle scene is really good #cons are:#no moustache errol #it is a good 30 mins too long #I have seen a LOT of 'support norway' ww2 propaganda films and they are all worthy but a bit dull #although the english ones are a little lighter #anyway yes I can tick this off my list and put it in the bin #new to me 2021 #my wee gifs

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trixeraptops · 2 years ago

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My second ever commentary post how fun

This time it's Enola Holmes 2

This is a live reaction so there is no context, suffer.

Warnings for swearing and all capsAnyways let's hop in the carriage and travel back to Victorian(?) England.

Ooh letter burning for the logo fun

Ok I doubt any of this is true don't lie to me bitch

Why is she running away from the police?What did she do

I will say she looks good

Yeah you should explain and I do remember you

Oh yay she opened a detective agency

Awww she kept Dash how cute

But didn't she give it Sherlock in the end of the last movie?

She forgot how sexist and ageist her time period is lmao

Hah they all just want Sherlock221B!!!!!

Trying not to draw attention, blows up a mailbox

Tewksbury is champion for change and progress I love it

Girl you have time for a little distraction you fucking tsundere

Chrysanthe-mum

Oh her agency is already shut down

2who is it

Aw a little girl she's so. Cute I love her scarf

Ooh the cinematic shot

Enola looks so out of place lol

I hope this is pro Bono I don't think this girl has much

Enola don't look so put off, not everyone is rich as you

Ew rat

We weren't sisters in the usual way, love that

It soesnt mean anything to the Lil one but to Mae it clearly does

Aw this is so sweet

The game is afoot Jesus your finding a missing person not hunting one

Changed her name to Hilda

They're looking for disease at the entrance omg

Bruv you're gonna get yourself and bessie in trouble bruv

That was smart tho

Ooh torn pages that's sus

She stole the pages?

Oh that woman has such a soft voice it's so pretty but I can't hear her

Mae definetely knows somethingMae was involves in the theft o.o

Haha 'young lady I'm afraid I'm married'

Damn she's in a bar and it's fucking rowdy in here

Mae is a showgirl isn't she?

She is

That was a fun jaunty number

The missing worked with Mae as a showgirl

Jesus Mae

Lol fake knife

False bottom! I knew she was a top lmao

It's a sappy romance poem

She ran away to marry someone didnt she?Ooh drama

Dun dunbdun mysterious blurred fellow in the background

Ew he's following her

He hid but he's very loud what is cane made of metal?

Sherlock! He's drunk

Lol roasted

His bullshit tips are everything

Now sh I'm thinking you should write that down

You shouldn't get so drunk ehen you have no way home write that down

Wait is she gonna live with her brother or is this is a John reveal?

Jesus christ he's really fucking observant even when drunk and hungover

I don't need tour help! But I'm still taking the food you offered

Don't speak with a mouthful

Tewksbury!!!

Ooh she sits where he walks to work so they can run jnto each other.

She looks so upset after making a joke

That was so awkward lmao

Feel a need?

It's a coded poem! Open mouth

She's so excited

You didn't have to say you don't sew bruv we get it your not like other girls

I doubt this case will get media coverage

The doors open o.o

Suspecious...But not as sus as her for breaking into someone's house

Oh this shows a struggle and abandonment

MAE she's dead!

This case just got alot more interesting

Inspector!

It'd mr.clangy

Sarah is wanted oof

Oh he tried to be respectful but superintendent is a bitch

I hate this guy I'm calling him mr.clangy forever now

Lestrade is so fucking calm, your boss just got punched in the gut

Hah he doesn't remember you bruv

Just a friendly visit cause your sis is running away from the cops

I cant I can't, maybe I can

He's such a fangirl omg

Damn she roof hopping

Shit she almost fell, she gone die

Wait what the fuck

Enola Holmes is turning all the men in England trans lol

I wonder if the cases are related

Wait Moriarty maybe?

I'm a slut for BBC Sherlock so forgive all the speculation that's purely based on BBC Sherlock, I know they aren't related

He has this walk

Grail

Immediate recognition lmao

AH VIOLIN

Enola looks weirded out

You tell Sherlock! She made it bout herself, she wants media attention not to help

Haha callback

He just walks past them lmao

I think Poppy might be a chick but I could be wrong

A hat! Dun dun dunnn

A TAPER CROWN HAT I KNEWBTHEY WERE RELATED

It's not a date it's a place!

Williams for reds not a Poppy at all

I'm going to a ball yay! Ew

Smh Enola

I love her cloak

Her dress is so pretty

Why is the music so sus when they light the cake

Lol the chaperone

She keeps forgetting what her society is like

Bitch you live here how do you forget this shit

He's actually leading Sherlock in a dance lmao

Oh she gone get caught

Tabitha Timothy lol

Fan language!!! Oh thats so clever and cute!

But she doesn't know fan language hahaha she immediately messed up

Omg Tewkesbury

Of course he's doing something with plants

This is so weird and cute i love their little relationship

Haha I love her

You're a man when I say soShe's such a bitch

She's a natural at dancing or maybe just with Tewksbury

What does that mean lmao

Don't touch the ginger cake!

Wait dance cards are an actual thing lmao

ID the writing ON SIGHT

TSUNDERE

jealous bitch

Cicely seems nice, she complimented Enola even if she had an outdated dress

Dislocated and I'll scream, ICON

He knows Bessie!

Ooh a secret meeting how funBunch of random letters returns

ITS MORIARTY OMG OMG

I LOVE THIS

I hope their as gay as the BBC

Oh my lord JUST SAY ITS ABOUT YOUR CASE

Not the police barging in

She gave him her evidence! How sweet

Cecily is the only one who looks concerned for her everyone else is making fun of her

Keep silent Enola!

Shut up mr.clangy no one likes you

Oh no he's gonna kill Bessie isn't he :(

His job is to kill match girls who are needling out the corruption?

Sexist

Oooh mr.clangy stopped Sherlock from getting her

Oof

POLICEMAN IS HIDING HIS HAND

Those fingerprints are blurry at best

Ohmygod I was typing the last line then Sherlock kicked a fucking sign and scared a cat

It's the jujitsu woman!

It's ok you can say it

Ew I don't like how that guard looked at Enola

Wtf whyd they push her into the center?They're gonna hang her? Or beat her? What?

IS IT HER MOM?!

No its jujitsu lady

AND HER MOM

Prison break bitches

Her mom really likes bombs huh

Carriage chase carriage chase

Theure giving people typhus or something

He's gonna jump on isn't heNot anymore lol

Mr.clangy you bitch stop shooting st them

You go girl

Holy shit he just broke their wheel

I hope the horses are all right

Probably are they disappeared with the crash

Fuck off you bitch

I LOVE THEM, I LOVE THEM OMG

HOLY TRINITY INDEED

DAMN HE GOING FOR THE KILL

THE CARRIAGE IS A BOMB

Genius

Aw they changed her into new clothes how nice

Her mother is initiating boy talk

He ain't my Boi

I love that's she's acknowledging her part in Enola self isolating

She's encouraging her to get allies ♡

I love these women

She just winked? Why?

Get a haircut as your parting word lmao

I knew it

They're killing the match girls by giving them typhus through the MATCHES

FUCK YES

And Sarah figured it out

She and Mae were expirementing eith it

Genius

They tested flies, mice, plants

Extraordinary I love them

She went to Tewkesbury!!!

His flat is filled with flowers and plants ♡♡♡♡

I love him

Yay their allies

Jealous bitch

IS CECILY SARAH?!

Shut up you awkward bruv

SHE IS

I FIGURED IT OUT MOTHERFUCKER

To be fair they spelled it out

TEWKESBURY YOUR NOT EVEN COURTING AND YIU DAID ILY

She sent Ily to William too

OHMYGOD I LOVE THIS

SHE HIT HIM

AAAHAHHHHHHH SHE RETUREND FEELINGS OMG OMG OMG

We live we laugh we love

Just tell em your a lord, I am, then they'll believe you omg

Sherlock!

The contempt in their voices I love this sibling dynamic

I knew they were connected I KNEW

Is that guy dead

He is

Mr.clangy

Moriarty is dead :(

Haha Tewkesbury

It's a set up!

Is Moriarty actually alive

He is

Ooh William thankyou for golding onto that

It's a letter isn't it

Nope map

Dora Dora Dora the explora

He can't fight lol

She's just beating him up until he pussies up and fights her

AH THEY KISSED

After she punched him multiple times lol

They're so cute

Secret treasure

SARAH!

She was wearing a wig this whole time damn

Uh oh they have to tell her he's dead

Aww poor Sarah ♡

Ew mr.clangy

BESSIE NO

YOU GO BESSIE BITE HIS ASS

SHERLOCK NO

Tewksbury is getting fucked up

Ooh but he's got a sword now

Fuck off clangy

Did Sherlock just kill someone?

How many bullets has he got? It's a small gun can't be too many

HAHA HE RAN OUT FUCK YOU CLANGY

ENOLA NO

Retractable knife for the win!

Ah shit she got knicked in the head real bad

Yes Tewkesbury fuck him up and get your girl

Shit clangy is dead Enola full ass killed him

Now that murder charge is valid

Sherlock you dramatic bitch

THE SOFT VOIXE WOMEN IS MORIARTY

WHAT A TWIST

I LOVE THIS

Go off queen! Tell him, dick him down verbally

Society creates yet another villain

For now at least, love thatOh no is the bad guy gonna win?

He paper burning is beautiful though

But the movie isn't over yet

Revolution!

Shut up boss man

Sometimes an inspiring speech doesn't work

At least not right away

Yiu go Bessie I love you girl

This is amazing I love this

I think this music was at the end of the other movie too

She runs her agency out of the fighting place now :)

Holmes and Holmes ♡♡♡♡

But I glad she refused

The running write that down gag ♡

They're gonna meet with jne another ♡

Ah they're so cute

MORIARTY ESCAPED O.O

I love them so much

Ohhhh the true part was Match Girl Strike that makes more sense

I thought I heard of match girls before

ENILA GOT HIM A FLATMAYE LMAO

IS THIS JOHN

IT IS OMG OMG OMG

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

♡♡♡♡/5 I loved this movie

#enola holmes #enola 2 #netflix #Sherlock #lord tewksbury #Long post #Commentary #movie commentary #Live reaction #tw: swearing #tw: caps

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