#chunga changa

[sassyfrassboss]

“Besides, there is a huge part of Harry that thinks he is going to be allowed to co-reign with William.” As the kids would say, Harry is delulu.

Co-reign Chunga-Changa maybe.

[the-empress-7]

Lil Betty as Princess Royal?? OMG hahaha! No wonder she was blabbering that BP told her to change her commoner name to her title by marriage in the first sprog's birth cert and said it was Harold's doing as he wants her to be on an equal footing with Diana. His dead mother.

Nutmeg really believes she's the mother of a future king and more importantly that she's a reigning queen. Kween of Chunga Changa maybe. Where's that blonde wig Rachel??

It kills her that she isn't a Princess, but Lil D is. Trust me when I say she deeply resents her own daughter.

[lizisanamimal]

I am devastated that Chunga Changa hasn’t requested a “royal” visit from Harry and Meghan😓

[charlotte-of-wales]

I can’t stand the Harkles, they are awful, vile people against his family. But for now (Unless the Tyler thing is real, they we can talk and compare them) they don’t have the scandal that Fergie and Andy have had for being pals of that disgusting man, and less with a ‘threat’ of more things being exposed soon. Bad move from C’s part and as always the Yorks not having any self awareness to stay at home

On the other hand, Andrew hasn't written a book about the family or had a Netflix series. He might have if offered, but we can't assume. He is disgusting and vile, but he hasn't exposed the private lives of other family members unless we want to guess about various press leaks. But those would be guesses. The Sux spoke and wrote intimate details themselves in their book and show. Andy never called anyone racist or discussed who's circumcised. It's all a bit apples and oranges to me. I say ship the 4 of them to Chunga Changa with the penguins.

if it's all apples and oranges then why does this read like a comparison lol

"like yeah Andy is a pedo at worst and a dumbass with a pedo for a bestie at best but hey at least he never wrote a tell-all book"

also sure, we can *guess* that Andrew leaks to the press just like we can *guess* that the Sussexes leak to Vicky Ward. We might not know for a fact just like I don't know for a fact that if I stick my hand in a lion's mouth I'm going to lose my arm, but it's a damn good guess.

[jerseydeanne]

So the Sussexes want to go have their own island? LOL It is finally happening, then! They're moving to Chunga Changa! 😜😂 Say hello to the penguins for us, Meghan!!

[saintmeghanmarkle]

A couple of things... by u/Feisty_Energy_107

A couple of things... William should announce he is going on a trip to Chunga Changa island. Here me out, because The British Prince on X has spotted a pattern.***********Also,https://ift.tt/NofsUd8 can't wait for the table full of Nigerian delicacies for Meghan to enjoy. Seeing as she couldn't even try the milk and dates when presented with them in Morocco. (Personally, I like the sound of the okra soup.) And, weren't they with a Moroccan family who had gone to a lot of trouble cooking, and they didn't eat much there?https://ift.tt/Bdc2DF6 https://ift.tt/Bdc2DF6 From 0:21 secs on. post link: https://ift.tt/c38R1uE author: Feisty_Energy_107 submitted: April 30, 2024 at 03:55PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[duchessanon]

bb, you were my first thoughts when I heard about the Eugenie rumor👀 Tell us what you think of this move and your predictions!

I personally think she and Jack will be welcomed by the LA Hollywood set and get invited to parties and events. Although, I think that it will cause tensions with Megri, because they haven't exactly been welcomed with open arms by A-list Hollywood (no invites to parties, galas, etc. since Megxit). My tinhat theory is that it's because Eug & Jack are discreet and Megri...well, we've got Spare, they leak like a sieve, The Cut interview and NF docu😬

Hi bbkins, just FYI it’s spelt Eugbea, idk who Eugenie is!

As much as I love the idea of Eugbea becoming the most sought after royal in America, I don’t see at happening until Megri move to chunga changa .

I highly SUSPECT Megri have been invited all over the place but they’ve declined bc of their philanthropic mission (aka looking too celeb-y, which doesn’t rly work when u do talk shows). And I don’t think anyone in Hollywood can accuse any1 else of not being discreet tbh!

[sassyfrassboss]

No co-reign in Chunga Changa. I bet they have Emperor Penguins.

Always a spare /sigh!

Always a Spare and never and Heir...

Oh the pity...

[the-empress-7]

"I wonder if their card said, behind a large yellow candle"

Their card states:

To: Harold and M, Duke and Duchess of Chunga-Changa

What: KCIII Coronation. You can see The Prince of Wales' Coronet, The Princess of Wales will wear an elegant dress that will match her Tiara and other crown jewels that will be loaned to her, and the Wales' kids looking so regal, specially Princess Charlotte with a nice dress that actually fits. This is a soft show of the future of the monarchy just to remind you what and who matters.

Where: United Kingdom. We do not have any branch in North America, we are not planning on bringing the coronation to you.

When: May 6, 2023. We know it's your son's birthday. We intentionally chose this day to give you a reason not to come. You no longer need to think of any excuse since we know you are not good at thinking.

Why: We actually don't want you here. The tax payers don't want you too. Nobody bloody wants you but we are still sending for the sake of sending.

How to get there: Since you think that you are more important than you really are, and act like you're Earth's most victimized victim of all victims eversince victimization exist. We decided that it is best to send a platoon of well trained penguins from North Pole who will handle your security. The penguins will come at your castle at Chunga-Changa. They will excort you to your borrowed private jet. Those penguins will fly you first to Australia since you claim to be famous there. The Aussies will have a tea throwing party at you. Immediately after that, they will fly you to Vancouver Island where the penguins will take a pap photo of you so you can publish a pap photobook at Penguin Random House. After Canada, the penguins will bring you to Africa and tell all the citizens to ask you if you are Ok. Only then you can go to UK.

To protect you from the racjst UK. We have commisioned life size yellow cancles that will surround you while in UK. It'll be there while you are walking, seating, standing even when you are riding a car. No paps or British media can take a photo/video of any your body part since the candle will handle the cover. Also to protect Harold from the Willy, PoW, we decided to place your seat at the very back of the venue. The PoW and his family will seat in front being the heir. The spare like most stock of spare parts are in the tool box in the back. So you stay at the very back. Also since The Wife is mad that the Princess of Wales got first dibs of the designer brands and she needs to follow the queue after her, we are delightful to inform you that you no longer need to follow that queue. The British brands decided to remove you from the queue. You are no longer need to have to choose from their selection since it will not be offered to you.

[lizisanamimal]

Feuds:

Chunga Changa?

Fake Greta?

Scottish ponies who dress better?

Aussie Governor's Wife?

BRF Chef Who Used Eggs?

NOT CHUNGA CHANGA 💀 PLEASE I FORGOT ABOUT IT

[pas-de-bouryas]

i love dance! wow

[yunatheintrovert]

wake up sleepyhead | Bell/Belikov Hunter Killer-verse

It all started with another usual bantering argument between the Mi-24 gunship pilots and the hotshot MiG-25 fighter pilots. In true Soviet fashion, it devolved into a drinking contest between the two platoons. 

Dimitri and yourself were the elected representatives for your Mi-24 gunship platoon in the drinking contest.

And, of course, the hotshot fighter pilot sitting next to you with the bottles of vodka and shot glasses ready took one look at you. 

“You chose a woman to outdrink me, cowboys?” the fighter pilot laughed, leaning against the wooden bar counter. Your comrades simply shook their heads while smirking. 

You smiled. That hotshot had no idea…

For more than several years, you’ve been unintentionally training for this. All those sleepless nights working on your dual major degree in mathematics and aerospace engineering resulted in increasing your alcohol tolerance. 

You glanced at Dimitri next to you. He nodded with a confident smile. 

“Good luck, Mitya,” you said, clapping him on the shoulder. Although, you knew he didn’t need it. You and your comrades could outdrink those hotshot fighter pilots any day of the week. 

After all, you all rode in “drinking glasses.” 

With cheers erupting around you, you turned to your opponent, who had filled the shot glasses up with the clear liquid of vodka. 

“Cheers!” 

And so the games began. 

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“Chunga changa, the blue sky!” you sang merrily, giggling against Dimitri’s shoulder. It was you and Mitya’s song...of victory this time over those arrogant fighter pilots. 

You blinked, seeing your vision swim every so often. 

The barracks...the platoon barracks was that way, right?

“Chunga changa, summer all year round!” Dimitri joined you in singing this time with his arm slung around your shoulder. You stumbled once more, leaning against him with your hands grasping the fabric of his coat. 

“Chunga changa, we have fun!” you sang along with him happily. The street lamps on the airfield base became a blur as you stumbled your way to the barracks with Dimitri. 

“Chunga changa, we sing a song!” you exclaimed with a laugh. Ah, you loved this song so much. Your brother never understood why you loved the song like you did. But then again, Tasha was roped into singing the song along with your comrades before every mission…

Suddenly, the bright blurs in your vision disappeared. Looking up from Dimitri’s shoulder, you saw the familiar interior of the platoon barracks. 

You sighed against his shoulder. The exhilaration of your victory and the song faded away into sudden drowsiness, “I’m tired, Mitya,” you murmured sleepily. You fought to keep your eyes from closing. 

You needed a bed...to sleep. 

You grasped Dimitri’s hand and pulled him with you as you stumbled towards the bed. 

“Sleep, Mitya,” you said, tugging him closer, “Sleep.” 

He laughed, “Alright, my friend. We’ll sleep!” 

Just as Dimitri stepped ahead of you towards the bed, you suddenly found yourself falling. You braced yourself for the usual pain and soreness from cracking your head against the hard wooden floor only to blink at the lack of said pain.

You found yourself staring down at Dimitri. His own surprised gunmetal eyes met yours. The military hat laid askew on the bed. You leaned back only to realize something.

You were straddling him. 

You blinked before murmuring, “Sorry, Mitya,” Your weight must have been uncomfortable for him. With a sigh, you rolled off of him and flopped onto the bed space next to him. 

You sleepily stared up at the white ceiling. 

I...I should move, you thought sleepily. But the bed was so comfortable, and it was always cold in your corner of the barracks. 

And Mitya was warm, you noted. 

Just as you were about to ask Dimitri, you noticed the slight calmness in his breathing. 

He was sleeping. 

You sighed. 

Really you should get up and move-

But maybe for just several minutes, you decided, sleeping here was okay.

Really it would take only just a few minutes…

And with that, you closed your eyes-

-And promptly fell asleep. 

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“Wake up, соня!”

Your brother’s familiar voice shouted. 

“Дерьмо,” Dimitri cursed under his breath, groaning. His arm shifted underneath your head at the sudden shout and opening of the blinds at the windows. 

You blinked at the glaring sunlight boring into your eyes through the open blinds of the window. Sleepily, you pulled yourself up and noticed the sudden murmuring and whistles going around the room.

“What’s going on?” you asked, bringing a hand to your face and shielding your eyes from the harsh sunlight. It was morning already…?

And there he was.

Anton Charkov, your brother, stared at you in shock with his usual morning mug of tea in hand. In fact, he was in the process of drinking it-

“Tasha?” you asked confusedly. You glanced down at yourself, noticing the disarray your clothes were in. Your uniform jacket was uncomfortably at your elbows, while your telnyashka was rumpled and partially ridden up at your middle. 

Gusev whistled, “Hit a home run, Dimitri?” 

Anton Charkov proceeded to choke on his tea.

The next thing you heard was the thump of a knife sinking deep into the wooden post right next to Gusev’s head. You looked down to see Dimitri glaring at Gusev. 

Mitya used the knife under his pillow, you thought drowsily. 

“Отвали!” Dimitri scowled at Gusev. He pulled the blankets over you, covering your disheveled appearance. He got out of bed with a sigh, straightening the wrinkled appearance of his olive-green uniform jacket. 

“Careful, Dimitri! Charkov here might break out the shotgun for his little sister.” Pavel said with a grin. He always did love some drama. Although, you didn’t quite get what the fuss was about. 

This wasn’t the first time you slept with Mitya.

After all, you had fallen asleep with him in the supply closet while listening to late-night broadcasts of baseball games with the short-wave radio there. 

“Nothing happened, idiots.” Dimitri sighed. 

“It’s okay. You’re practically already married to Bell,” Pavel gestured to you with a smug look in his eyes, “I’m sure Charkov wouldn’t mind you being his brother in law.” 

“I have another knife, Comrade Pavel.”

The said man nervously laughed, “Now, now, Dimitri-you know I’m just teasing here. Does that mean Bell here is available…?”

Dimitri smiled, although you couldn’t quite see the look in his eyes. Then again, Mitya was always so friendly. He simply said with a low chuckle, “You are not helping your case here, my friend.”

Pavel paled. 

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Author’s Note: This is a snippet from the military years of Bell and Belikov in the same helicopter assault platoon they worked as MI-24 gunship pilots in the Hunter Killer AU I’m working on. The Hunter Killer AU fic focuses on the KGB years of Bell and Belikov but experiences they shared prior to that will be referenced in the fic. I find it interesting to think about their years in the platoon together so I might write some more snippets about their time together there. 

Anyways, I wrote this as a fun little idea I came up with haha. It is based on the “wake up sleepyhead” meme lol. Also, just in case there were any misunderstandings, Bell and Belikov literally only slept together in the same bed haha. And to clarify, Bell is Anton Charkov’s little sister in this AU haha. This was fun to write. Well, thanks for reading! 

[enderio]

To @samatedeansbroccoli, this is their idea, i just wrote a oneshot based off their bigger, and better fic. Go check out what they write! 

Adler and Bell celebrate Christmas:

“Dyadya! Dyadya!” Bell exclaimed, tugging on Adler’s jacket sleeve.

“What?” He turned from his conversation with Lazar.

“It’s Christmas Eve!”

Adler froze. He’d been so wrapped up in the Perseus deal that Christmas was the last thing on his mind.

“Yeah, you're right.” He turned to the group, “Hey uh, what gift would I get a 7 year old?”

“A gun,” Sims said proudly.

“Anyone else?”

“Get her a knife, self defense is important.” Woods provided.

Adler just glared at him and sighed. “She’s 7. Parks?”

“A colouring book.”

“Good idea,” Looking back down at Bell he told her, “You’re going to stay with Belikov while I go into town for some business.”

“Mitya!” Bell said excitedly and ran to where Belikov was standing, talking to Mason.

He looked at her and smiled.

“Luda!” He looked up at Adler walking over to him and asked, “Need me to look after her for a bit my friend?”

“If you don’t mind…”

“Of course not!” Belikov put a protective arm around Bell and went back to talking to Mason.

Adler walked out of the safehouse, racking his brain for where to get a gift for Bell.

Coming back into the safehouse from being in town Adler heard Belikov and Bell singing.

“Чудо-остров, чудо-остров, Жить на нём легко и просто!”

“Жить на нём легко и просто, Чунга-Чанга!” Bell responded to him.

Adler smiled at her, he didn’t know how Belikov always found a way to entertain Bell. Adler walked over and ruffled her hair.

“Dyadya! Mitya sang me a new song!”

“That’s good. Thank you Belikov.”

“Ah, it was nothing.” He answered. “Did you get her a gift for Christmas tomorrow?”

“I did. I’d hate to let her down.”

“Tomorrow’s Christmas!”

“Yeah, indeed it is…” Adler answered. “If you want Santa to come then you need to be off to bed.”

Bell gasped and ran off to bed.

Adler sat down and sighed.

“Anyway, where were we?”

When Adler woke up the next morning Bell was shaking him awake.

“Dyadya, Santa came!”

“What? Oh, right.”

Adler rubbed his eyes as Bell dragged him into the main area of the safehouse. He sat down and watched her open a poorly wrapped present with her name on it. She pulled out a coloring book and a set of markers with a grin on her face. Adler smiled as she talked his ear off about the pictures inside. The others came out of their room to start their day and saw Bell sitting on the floor coloring. 

“I’m glad she liked it.” Park said, sitting down next to him with a cup of coffee.

“Me too. Thanks for the idea.”

“Of course.”

[trexalicious]

Even 'Patsy' weighed in on the ...

"I'm so sorry for that family who we all love so much."

Joanna said the interview has "spread a bit of unease and unhappiness just when we should be spreading unity and positivism and lots of love"

[the-empress-7]

"With the dumbass, everyone forced to laugh because he was basically just throwing out insults at his hosts."

That's exactly what Hazno did, insult after insult about American football/the NFL. Just like he deliberately insulted his host, Travolta. Just like his smug insult about "Ryan the chicken farmer" (ie, hardworking "commoners") at the NYC socmed event. He thinks he's superior to everyone due to his alleged "royal" blood. Fact is, any one of those elite, giant NFL athletes, or Travolta, or Farmer Ryan could kick H's sorry fugly a$$ to Chunga Changa and back again. He'd be begging for another go around with William and the dog bowl.

Welcome to the meritocracy of the US, Haz, where talent and hard work reign (which leaves you and Megs out of the loop)...not the outmoded classism of aristocracy. Soooo 19th century!

[lizisanamimal]

Re synopsiis: YESSS PLEASSEEEE....

What in the lords name is chunga changa 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Chunha Changa is a fictional country (as fictional as their catastrophic car chase), so they can become the King and Queen there.