#argyle kin

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TW: WEED, BRIGHT COLORS

sURPRISE FASHION KIT FOR aRGYLE (sTRANGER tHINGS)!! }:D

hOPE YOU ENJOY! i WASN'T TOO SURE WHAT TO INCLUDE, sO i HOPE THIS IS OK! }:)

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[Surprise fashion kit for Argyle (Stranger Things)!!]

[Hope you enjoy! I wasn't too sure what to include, so I hope this is ok!]

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my own poke-miku!!

[wibble-wobbegong]

bylers who don’t kin mike or will. bylers who kin jonathan 💪

[sumquiasum]

3, 7, 23?

3: A foreign language film

Daaaaaalí! (2023) is a surreal comedy that just keeps and keeps and keeps going and going and going. Cannot be explained, has to be seen.

El niño pez (2009) was one of the first queer movies that gave me that "what do you MEAN this has been Out There the entire time and I didn't know about it???" feeling.

If you are at all interested in torture porn, I recommend Život i smrt porno bande (2009). A Serbian Film clearly copied the core idea of this one but removed all the charm and political commentary.

7: A film in your native language

Des Teufels Bad is one of the best historical movies I've seen. You can tell just how much research went into it and the setting feels very lived-in.

Cocoon and Futur Drei are two very different queer coming of age films, both good.

Alles Wird Gut is one of my recent favourites, lesbian romcom from the 90s with two black leads.

Cannot have German recs without Welt am Draht. One of the best German movies ever made imho. Also inspired my favourite Arctic Monkeys album.

23: A film that was a box-office flop

Hot take but Argylle was fun. Also copied The Winter Soldier which is a point in his favour. I hope it will find its audience and won't just drift into obscurity.

Looking into box office flops for this made me realise Kubo and the Two Strings flopped at the box office?? One of my favourite animated movies I've seen in a while.

Ask me a number and I'll respond with a movie recommendation

[angelynmoon]

More eldritch monster Steve, because I have no self control

Part 3

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They ask him what he is, well, Erica asks, loudly and quite rudely, but she is his favorite, after El.

El, who looks at him in confusion, with a little blood leaking from her nose, she, Jonathan, Will, Mike, and a man named Argyle arrived sometime early in the morning.

"Why can't I tell?" El asked, head tilting as she frowned.

Steve looked at her, "I'm a very good mimic."

"But what are you?" Will asked, "Even I don't feel the connection."

"You wouldn't." Steve tells him, "You can feel the connection Henry had to the Down Below, everything you and El feel can trace back to him and Dr. Brenner. I have a connection to the Down Below, something deeper than either of them have, because I was born there or because of how long I lived there before leaving, who knows." Steve explained, "As for what I am, I can't tell you that. I never needed a word for what I am before."

"Are there others?" Jonathan asked, which was a good question considering what Steve could do.

Steve looked away, towards the pool, "No. I am the only one like me."

Which had always been true, Steve was unique, but there had been others of his kind once.

Now, however, he was the only one left, but the children didn't need to know that, they didn't need to know that the Down Below was like it was because it was a grave yard of his kind, the vines that ran through it had once been the veins of Steve's race, that the residule life that had once ran through them allowed Henry to control them, though Steve doubted that Henry was the one really in control.

His race was dangerous, he'd always know that, ever since the moment of his first memory, but Steve was dangerous too, he was afterall the one that had killed the rest of his kin.

They'd deserved it, parasitic and destructive, they fed on others of their race if they were strong enough and ate the other creatures in the Down Below if they weren't.

Steve had been the smallest, the one that wasn't a threat, that prefered to chase Demobats and hunt Demogorgans, he had been the one least likely to be a threat.

But all things that live have a breaking point.

Steve's had been his spawn. His kind didn't need partners to spawn, just enough energy and want, and Steve had wanted so much that all he needed was a few good hunts and he had his spawn.

But his kind, like most predators, went after the weak and the young, and Steve's spawn had only him to protect them, while partners were unneeded they usually still paired to spawn, if only to make protection detail easier.

His spawn had been killed and raveged before they even really existed, and Steve, who'd only wanted a family to raise, though he hadn't had the words to understand that, had gone after those who'd taken that from him.

And small, unassuming Steve had quickly become something to fear, laying waste to his own race and leaving them to rot instead of feasting, the worst of the slaughter Steve wrought, the thing that made him more dangerous than all of his race.

Because his anger and destruction didn't come from those he kileed, but from himself, and if that was his own feeling then what would he become if he feasted on the ones he killed, who thrived on the destruction and death that his race was built upon.

No, Steve had always been different, soft, his kind had said, an easy target for an easy meal. And then Steve had proved them wrong, but it hadn't mattered, because by the time Steve's anger had faded into grief and sorrow he'd been alone, the last of his kind, surrounded by the rotting corpses of his kin, the vines left behind too frightened to reach for him, the Demogorgans too wary of the war Steve raged to come out of hiding.

And then a tiny crack had appeared, not much more than a sliver, but enough for Steve to slip through, for him to leave the Down Below and the destruction he'd done, a chance to start over in a world where he could raise his spawn to adulthood, hiding amidst the creatures of the Upper World.

But the children didn't need to know any of that, didn't need to know that their jokes of Steve being their second mom fell a little too close to home on some occasions, because they were his, weren't they, not his blood but they were his spawn just as much as the ones he'd lost because he'd fought for them, got hurt for them, fed them, protected them like a parent should, he'd threatened government officials to keep them from removing Will from Joyce's home, threatened Owens to give Hopper Jane, he'd made sure that the kids got compensated, even Susie, in the form of college funds for each and every time they saved the world from the Down Below, the knowledge he'd picked up from Mr. Harrington finally useful, he'd even gotten Murry something, a few secret conspiracies confirmed, for his assistance.

This was his family, his to protect and Steve wasn't sure what would happen if he failed, truely failed and had to bury any one of his kids, or Robin, or Eddie, who was surprisingly easy to care for, or even Eddie's uncle, who was Steve's merely because that uncle was Eddie's and Eddie was Steve's.

Eddie was Steve's, Steve frowned and looked over to where the kids and Eddie were arguing about what his Dustpans and Dinosaurs name should be. When had Eddie become his, his to protect and keep, and care for.

Steve blinked as he realize it was the moment that Eddie risked his life to protect Dustin.

Spawning was easier in pairs, afterall.

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Um... hi.

I'm attempting a tag list, sorry if I forgot you, sorry I didn't tag on the second part, but I posted that before people asked to be tagged, well, I think I did.

Sorry, if I tagged you and you didn't want to be tagged.

Also, I know nothing about dustpans and dinosaurs, sorry, dungeons and dragons

@merricatty @lesbiabrobin @apuckishwit @starlight-archer @0o-mushroom-o0 @cats-ate-all-of-my-pasta

[tea-time-with-london]

i high key disgusted by the amount of fans eddie and billy get. like their only appeal is that they are white and conventionally attractive. These stans, are the very same ppl who slander Nancy and make her seem like some stupid priss and then they turn around and kin a racist abuser and a useless drug dealer who died the first time around. Like the ignore how these characters are problematic and triggering af (especially billy) but slander Nancy whose only problem is being a teenager and a woman. I bet if Nancy were called Nathan and were played by a hot man these girlies would drool all over him. Also Argyle was 100 times more useful than Eddie and Billy combined but his fanbase are the 5 brave pocs who dare to call out the obvious racism and misogyny in the show. I'm not even gonna talk abt the amount of anon hate me and my fellow billy antis get for saying the fucking truth, smh...

Confession #82

[scotianostra]

On August 2nd 1696 Robert Campbell of Glenlyon, who had led the Massacre of Glencoe, died in poverty in Bruges.

Robert of Glenlyon died lonely and disgraced he left behind a wife, three sons, four daughters and a plethora of debts. The lands of Glenlyon had been sold off and all that was left was the small property of Kilmorlich. The eldest son, Iain Buidhe (yellow haired John) set himself the task of freeing the family of debt, a feat which he eventually accomplished though it took him most of his life.

Captain Robert Campbell of Glenlyon has gone down in history as the man responsible for the Massacre of Glencoe, considered one of the most atrocious acts of treachery to take place on Scottish soil. His life before this was no less wretched; an alcoholic and a gambler, he spent most of his life in debt and poverty despite being born to relatively high estate. He was eventually forced to sell off his ancestral lands at Glenlyon and joined the army - at the age of 59 - in one last desperate attempt to provide for his wife and family.

The Massacre is often wrongly painted as a clan rivalry, a simplistic retelling of history that places the blame squarely at Campbell’s feet. He would have had good reason to hate the MacDonalds of Glencoe: in 1689, while passing through his lands they stole his livestock and razed his last remaining holdings, exacerbating his financial difficulties and, ironically, forcing him to seek employment in the Earl of Argyll’s Regiment of Foot.

His character is difficult to pin down: some accounts suggest his very presence in Glencoe should have alerted the clansmen to imminent danger as his heart was "black as peat", while others state that he held no grudges (placing no blame on the MacDonalds when claiming compensation for the aforementioned raid) and saw himself as 'kin' to the clan, his niece being married to the Chief MacIain's younger son Sandy.

Whatever his nature, when he arrived in Glencoe on the 1st February 1692 with papers demanding bed and board from the MacDonalds, he was unaware of his real reason for being there. The order for the massacre came through late on the 12th February, and threatened to treat Campbell as “not true to King nor government” if he did not act as directed - i.e. he would be tried for treason, the punishment for which was death. There is no denying that Campbell’s acts following the order were a grave betrayal of trust and shocking breach of Highland hospitality; however, some accounts of the massacre report that Campbell’s decision to begin the slaughter with gunfire was deliberately designed to give as much forewarning to the MacDonalds as possible, and that he actually assisted in the escape of two young men. If this is true, it must have been to his eternal shame that, after nearly a fortnight of living under the same roof as the MacDonalds and sharing their table, he did not throw down his sword and refuse the order as some of his soldiers did

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🍓 My fandoms: Stranger Things,The Goldfinch, I Am Not Okay With This, Over The Garden Wall, Keeper of The Lost Cities, Murdoch Mysteries, Disenchantment, Adventure Time, The Turning, Rick Riordan’s books (Riordaverse), and the Hunger Games. 🍓

🪐I will mostly post AUs, headcanons, random rants, and moodboards on this account, and *sometimes* art🪐

🥀My two ships are Byler and boreo but I also ship ship Sydina, Bubbline, Solangelo, Percabeth, Stenbourgh, Benverly, Reddie (although I still haven’t watched It so I’m definitely not a member of the fandom yet, I’ve just seen bits and pieces of it and a lot of edits on Pinterest), Lumax, Elmax, Jopper, Rovickie, Sokeefe, Marellinh, and Kam. 🥀

💿My favourite characters are Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Lucas Sinclair, Robin Buckley, Argyle, Popchyk, Kotku, Boris Pavlikovsky (movie Boris not book Boris, book Boris isn’t that great of a guy), Marceline, Nico Di Angelo, Leo Valdez, Magnus Chase, Alex Fierro, Detective Watts, Violet Hart, Julia Ogden, Stanley Barber, and Sydney Novak💿

🕯I kin Stanley Barber, Richie Tozier, (again; still haven’t watched the movie), Mike Wheeler, Sydney Novak, Robin Buckley, and El Hopper🕯

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[pointreyesjournal]

The Amnesiac : ep40

Crescent City - One Month Ago

The thirty minute ride from Trees of Mystery to Crescent City gives me plenty of time to think about Autumn. She is a fascinating creature. She insisted that I accompany her as she documented the Trees of Mystery tourist trap, so I did. The conversation was light and casual, and mostly I just listened and let her work, watching her take photographs around the park. I like the way she moves. She finds photographs the way a predator finds prey, stalking and strafing, repurposing the world for her composition. But my intrigue is equalled only by my frustration. At the end of our tour, we had a quick hug and she thanked me for keeping her company. But when I suggested we exchange numbers she declined, insisting with zen-like confidence that if we’re meant to cross paths again, we will.

She has a point. We’re both heading north on the only route that traverses this coastline. If I really want to see her again, I’ll spend the night in Crescent City, leave late tomorrow morning, and look for the white Subaru SUV in every scenic overlook between here and the Washington border.

There’s a light smattering of civilization at the south end of Crescent City, but the town really begins where the highway splits into separate northbound and southbound boulevards with the business district in the middle. As if placed there by the hand of God himself, there’s a Motel 6 sitting exactly where the highway splits. Northbound or southbound, you couldn’t miss it if you tried. The Sikh innkeeper could not be nicer. He’s a well dressed fellow with tweed slacks and an argyle sweater-vest. He graciously gives me a ground floor room without my even asking. Apparently I’m not the first motorcyclist who has ever stayed here.

I ask for a food recommendation and he recommends the Thai food restaurant directly next door. “It’s really authentic” he tells me. My initial reaction is that of incredulity. How can a Thai food restaurant be authentic in such a small town this far north along the Pacific coast? But, Thailand is just across the Bay of Bengal from India, so I weigh his opinion accordingly and decide to give it a try.

After this many days on the road, my hotel check-in routine is bordering on ritualistic. Boots, jacket and shirt off. Face into a warm wash cloth. Flannel button-up shirt and flip-flops on. Double check pockets for wallet and hotel key, then depart.

The restaurant is located directly behind Motel 6. I am more than a little excited when I see a little white Subaru SUV parked directly in front of the Kin Khao Thai Eatery. Autumn is seated at a little two-top table near the window, but with her back to the door so she doesn’t see me walk in. She’s got her nose buried in the menu and is complete startled when I sit down across from her.

“Quelle belle surprise” in exclaim in my poorest French.

She gasps and giggles.

“Très bon surprise!” she replies in pretty decent French.

“Nice feet.”

She glances over the side of the table to the floor to see that we’re wearing nearly matching flip-flops. Autumn’s feet are, in fact, gorgeous. They look fifty years younger now that the sogginess has gone. Her skin is flawless and Scandinavian white. Those beautiful feet are connected to long athletic legs dangling from a pair of short khaki shorts. Without being too obvious, I’m imagining all of the things those legs can do that don’t involve walking or standing.

“Did you follow me here?” she asks suspiciously.

“Pure coincidence my darling. I’m staying next door and the innkeeper recommended this place.”

“Next door, like … Motel 6 next door?”

“Yes.”

“Ewww. Motel 6? Really?”

“Really really. Allow me to explain.”

“I’m not sure I want to hear this.”

“Trust me, this is good.”

“Okay, let’s hear it.”

“Motel 6 was founded in Santa Barbara in the early 1960s, and they grew really quickly, acquiring great locations all up and down the coast.”

“But they’re gross …”

“No, they’re not gross. They’re actually really clean. They’re just have no frills.”

“Like … zero frills.”

“Exactly, like ZERO frills. It’s a safe place to sleep, nothing more. I check in, swap my boots for flip-flops and I’m gone until bed time. They’re always close to the center of town, so it forces me to get out and explore.”

“Okay, I see your point, it gets you out and about. But you’re certainly not going to impress any ladies staying at a Motel 6.”

“And I’m all the better for it.”

“Well wait a minute, aren’t you trying to impress me?”

“Oh God no!”

“No!?!?”

“No, absolutely not. Why would I put on a silly charade? Our paths crossed today and somehow we ended up in the same restaurant at the same table. You’re either going to like me for who I am, or you’re not. But I’m not going to pretend to be something else to impress you. You see, fundamentally, a motorcycle is a means of escape … an isolationists tool. When the visor comes down on the helmet, it’s like piloting a little spaceship through the galaxy. I’m not going somewhere to do something. The journey is the journey. The zen is the solitude.”

“That actually impresses me.”

“What does?”

“Your answer. It was very genuine. Most guys in your position would just say anything to get into my pants. You seem …”

The waiter visits the table and interrupts the conversation. He’s a young Thai man. He looks like he’s probably the son of the owner and working an afterschool shift. Autumn asks if she can order for the table and I give her a nod of approval. “I was trying to decide between pad thai and the curry, but now that my friend has joined me, we’ll have both” she tells him. “White wine?” she asks me. I give an even more enthusiast nod of approval. “A bottle of the Willamette Valley white” she tells the waiter “with ice.”

Autumn takes the cloth napkin from the table and arranges it in her lap, then leans forward and gazes across the table at me. From that moment, our conversation leaps into top gear. I tell her that I work in business consulting, and she shares with me that her father always wanted her to be a journalist, but after his passing she decided to attend law school. “If he’s not going to live his life, then neither am I” she jokes.

The discussion turns to her Leica. A family heirloom that survived a tour of duty in Vietnam, and now even in the age of digital photography, it’s the only camera she’ll use. She holds it up to her face and looks through the viewfinder at me. I grab her iPhone from the table and snap a half decent portrait of her. A beautiful woman with strawberry blonde Farrah Fawcett hair, face hidden behind a fifty year old film camera. You could frame it.

We laugh, and talk, and tell light hearted stories about family and friends and growing up.  We talk about destiny and fate and love and the cosmic meaning of it all. And as the earth tumbles on its axis through space for two hours, time stands still as we fall into each other’s orbit. I’m impressed by her intellect and curiosity. She seems to appreciate my earnestness, and when I laugh she smiles. When the second bottle of Willamette Valley white is gone I have to wrestle the bill from her hands.

“I’ll make you a deal Autumn, if I still know you 24 hours from now, you can buy me dinner then.”

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We are both pretty tipsy from the two bottles of white wine, but “not so tipsy that I want to spend the night in a Motel 6” she tells me. “Listen, my hotel is a ten minute walk from here and I’d rather not walk it alone since I’ve been drinking and it’s dark out. Would you walk me back?” Seems like the chivalrous thing to do, so I agree to provide her with safe passage home. Her hotel is at the far west end of First Street at the Oceanfront Lodge overlooking the iconic Battery Point Light House. It’s nearly a mile away but it’s a pleasant walk along a seaside park. We pass a bustling restaurant called SeaQuake Brewing but decide against stopping for a nightcap as we’re both pretty drunk. For the entire walk I’ve been bristling with anticipation, wondering if she’ll invite me up to her hotel room for a nightcap. When we reach the entrance to her hotel, I don’t have to wait long for the answer. She taps her drunken finger against my chest and proclaims “no hanky panky on the first night David” then she falls into my arms and devours my face with a deep and rapturous French kiss. I squeeze her so hard I lift her right off of her feet. She wraps her legs around me and I run my hand up under the her sweater, feeling the warmth of her bare skin, and then I set her down gently on the ground.

I stroke her ear with my hand and she pushes her head against my chest as we stand there wrapped in each other’s arms in the afterglow of passion. I politely suggest that now might be a good time to exchange phone numbers.

“Do you believe in fate David?

“Yes.”

“Then don’t worry. You’ll see me tomorrow.”

[teacherintransition]

Let Me See My World

Every morning we wake is a blessing and a chance to see what you have not,

It’s a promise you make to yourself, must make and the dawn arrives and we are here,

The doors open and where are we? Pleasant mysteries that are ours to explore,

The air warm or cool and crisp…the sky a cerulean blue over a horizon of vivid color,

The green, verdant, lush hills and mountains with the ever present feel of a light rain,

In Ireland, day breaks with Earl Grey, hints of history and magic and talking breeze,

Wind whistles o’er my brow telling me stories of Boru, Tara, Culchain, Behan and Wilde,

The stones of the Burren, the smell of the sea off the Aran islands told to me by poets,

All these tales still coming from the gusty gales coming off of the Cliffs of Moher,

Always with the green and the alternating gray and blue of the quiet sky in Eiré,

Crossing arduous and bold waves of the Irish Sea…always with the gust and gale,

We anchor on the shores of Argyll with fog and cutting mistrals from highland peaks,

The clamor of swords echo through village and valley as the ancients sing of struggle,

Amongst a people who lived by their own leave and held clan and kin close,

Through snow and rain and wind …always among the mountains under dappled skies,

Heather beneath our feet and the thistles standing guard hedged by rugged beauty,

Off to warm climes along the Mediterranean given life by sun sought by artists,

The blue of this sky gives a slight lemon hue that transforms all we gaze,

The land rugged and rolling bares forth a bounty from the earth rich and flavorful,

Ample plenitude gives more than food, but gives birth to wines to share with friends

To stand where Vincent poured his souls in sunflower shades of toil and love,

Overwhelms hearts and souls and we all can, for a moment, feel the allure of creation,

Legions and loves walked these paths and rose the dust that swirls about us,

Always close to that sea of middle earth that fill travelers with waves and wonder

In Italia our heart and souls stir with a pining for Alps, to seas, to places of reverence,

Caesars and popes and masters of the Renaissance beckon us come to behold,

Caruso, Boccelli, Pavarotti, Da Vinci move our souls, our ardor to crave beauty …here,

The city of seven hills from antiquity to Titian rebirth is the anchor of our spirit.

Is it too much to hope, dream that with each sunrise we see a new corner of terrene ,

To love new people, new wine, new cuisine under heavens radiant and eternal,

To step across the door step and to never leave my footprint in the same place twice,

May we never ponder doubly that this is the way to live this day and every day hence

[hearteyes-wheeler]

one day argyle introduces will to selena's music and his favorite song is no me queda mas

[bugsinspace]

More random headcanons six and mono -Six has very thin eyebrows, she used to pick at them when anxious -they also have a beauty mark below her right eye -incredible memory. you say something insignificant like a week before? she’ll bring it up when you yourself forgot about it -favorite color is probably either yellow or pink -likes spiderwebs. unless they’re on her then she will flail  -Mono only knows one (1) swear word and it is bitch -he has a v contagious laugh -scared of fire. he doesnt remember why -weirdly high pain tolerance -prone to disassociating, esp when mad/cornered

[nerustims]

ferris argyle stimboard~ ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

[aeripq]

@𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊 !! (𝐒𝐅𝐖)

0. — HOW DO YOU KNOW IF YOU KIN HAKKAI SHIBA? (DOES THIS SOUND LIKE YOU?)

hakkai is quite timid and shy, yet he's also extremely friendly. hakkai is caring and compassionate, and has a kind heart. he is quite old-fashioned, and is also willing to help anyone in need. overall, hakkai is a really amazing guy, and deserves way more recognition. :)

oh, so you kin him? great! read under the cut for your starter pack.

— 5 SONGS TO START YOUR PLAYLIST

1. afraid — the neighborhood 2. running with the wolves — aurora 3. monsoon — tokio hotel 4. cherry — lana del rey 5. flawless — the neighborhood

2. — LET ME GUESS, YOU'RE...

let me guess. you're a pisces, libra, virgo, or aquarius? are you also an infp, isfp, or infj? oh, and your primary love languages are quality time, physical touch, and acts of service, right? ok and lastly, you're 100% into the grunge, acadamia, and/or cottagecore aesthetics?

3. — BASED ON YOUR GENERAL BEHAVIOR, WHO ARE YOU MOST COMPATIBLE WITH?

based on your general behavior, you are most compatible with takashi mitsuya (...yes.), kakucho hitto, hinata tachibana, shinichiro sano, and atsushi 'akkun' sendou

4. — 5 OUTFITS TO GET YOUR STYLE GOING

5. — ADVICE FOR YOU <3

listen. no matter who tells you anything, remember that you are enough. i promise.

notes ;; this was a request for anon!! personally hakkai is my biggest kin, so this was super fun to do <33!! love u guys mwah

disclaimer ;; also,, this isn't meant to imply that ALL hakkai kins are like this;; this is just my own respective opinion!! also just because i put certain characters into who you'd most likely be compatible with, DOES NOT MEAN I SHIP THEM WITH HAKKAI (..except for mitsuya hehe..)! my choices are simply based off of mbti, zodiac, and general personality compatibility. <3

© 𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐪 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 — 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.