#FUCK THE AUSSIE GOVERNMENT

[stil-lindigo]

Recently, dual citizenship Palestinians managed to safely arrive back in Australia, and while it is a relief to have them out of the reaches of Israel’s bombs, it’s an undeniable tragedy that they have been unjustly ejected from their homes by an active genocide. While celebrating their arrival, remember that the Albanese government STILL won’t demand a ceasefire and obscures any attempt to uncover details about the military aid we’re currently sending Israel, all the while supplying the US and Israel with surveillance intelligence of Gaza sourced from a base in Alice Springs.

Penny Wong, our minister of foreign affairs, remains committed to doing absolutely nothing besides clutching her pearls and pleading for a “humanitarian pause”. We should all be calling her offices (not emailing) and inundating her with demands for a ceasefire.

You can use this template to call Foreign Minister Penny Wong and Defence Minister Richard Marles today.

The Greens party (the only party to have enough of a spine to call for a ceasefire and to walk out of Parliament in disgust for our cooperation in Israel’s war crimes) has also put together a petition to stop Labour exports of weapons into Israel. You can sign it here.

If you live in Sydney - a boat carrying armaments meant for Israel is going to be docking there in a few days.

Join trade unionists to protest the boat and delay it for as long as possible.

Australians - I know as a population that a lot of us are checked out of politics. You can’t afford to do that now. 1% of all Palestinians have been killed by Israel’s assault on Palestine - 1 in 100 are dead, and half of those are children. Australia is complicit in genocide and it is up to you to never give our politicians a moment of peace until Palestine is freed.

[mcsquared789]

From a fellow Australian to others! Let’s not let misinformation divide us.

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

Aussie Drafty culture is: "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HAPPENING OH MY GOD, THE CORRUPTION AAAAAAA"

and

"can... can someone PLEASE FIX THE MOTHERFUCKING ONLINE SHIT, WHY IS ALL OF IT GLITCHY! INACCESSIBLE! AND ONLY WORKS ON ONE BROWSER???????"

someone please fucking punch them in the face, it's a dishonour and a disgrace that they allow this level of bugginess.

it's not even easy too lookup and use, it's under like so much stupid bloat text and Is confusing to find like in what world is this even okay.

UGGHGHHGGGGHHGHGH

[calumhoodgoss]

completely unrelated to 5sos - i just rewatched chernobyl, the hbo series, and its literally rocked my world all over again

you all have to watch it if you haven't yet

not joking its probably one of the most impactful shows ive ever seen

[gaywitch821]

wait can you explain the "autistic people legally can't enter australia" thing bc WHAT

"[Australia] is one of few countries that routinely rejects immigrants’ visas on the basis of their medical needs - specifically if the cost of care exceeds A$86,000 ($57,000 [American]; £45,000 [British]) over a maximum of 10 years."

My, pitifully low, pretty sure poverty wage, disability pension from Centrelink (our government payment program, either for jobseeking or for disabled people like me) exceeds that cost, and that's not even counting my medical bills and NDIS services.

So if you try to immigrate as an autistic individual good fucking luck proving you won't cost the government money from the services YOU PAY FOR. Which is the whole point of taxes.

Families on a non-permanent visa are also often deported for having autistic children on the same basis of being a "burden", and "Australia's Migration Act is exempt from its own Disability Discrimination Act".

TL;DR: You would be fine for a visit, and maybe a temporary study visa, but you would be unable to have a permanent living situation (except in the case of marriage of a citizen? would need to look into more. but that wouldn't apply anyway) if you need access to basically any welfare service. That you pay for.

source: https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cyr70ezev2mo

(Australia's immigration policies are also in the gutter for other reasons, such as being equal to 7% of the population of the United States but 84% of its land (and anyone rural in the US can attribute to how empty your country can get still), but our right-wing parties running on anti-immigration all the same, and us having off-shore detention shelters for refugees so they can't seek asylum on Aussie shores. Our border policy is so shit man. But that's a conversation for another time.)

P.S. If you want more info on how shit our disability politics are, beloved mutual @gehe-lihiyot-androgynos-varda posts about them sometimes, and has taught me a fair bit :)

[samsm2mstories]

AUSSIE TWINKS!

Recently, I employed Harris to join me for engineer work as I needed some extra help, plus I get extra bonuses from the government for taking on a fresh student out of university.

Harris was your typical Australian twink. He had the body, boyish looks, and bright personality. I knew he was the one from the moment I met him. He was going to be a prime asset for my business in the long run especially I'm reaching my retirement and struggling to do the daily jobs.

So, a few weeks went by as I got to know Harris on a personal level. My guess was right about him being openly gay but I still haven't met that man to meet his needs on a daily basis.

I was waiting for the right time. One evening, he got really drunk at the bar with drinks from me that had an extra solution that was going to change us forever.

I had to take him back to my place as he was totally out of it. This was it!!! The moment.

As I laid him down on the bed, I drank the final solution, and I felt new heat radiating from my big old fat stomach! I looked at his mouth, and I climbed into him. Some reason it was simpler than expected. Harris was moaning as he felt his body expand for hours while I was invading his brain. Each memory slowly became mine as we both were in a deep sleep.

Next morning!

I stretched my arms and opened my eyes! I felt fucking horny as I saw my body? Fuck it was Harris body or I say my body! I couldn't help touching my feet, legs, chest and my raging twink cock. I laid there starting jerking off, saying all different lines like Harris did. Each time I spoke, it made me more honry! The testosterone in this body is fucking insane!. I suddenly released the thickest biggest loads in my life as it went over my new bare chest. I just couldn't help myself to taste myself. It was salty but tasted great knowing that it was my new taste!

I got up and showered before finding my new clothes

I couldn't help myself but don't I look fucking great now! Good thing I already transferred all the assets over into my new name. It's like a God sent that I got the body of dreams with a successful business at the age of 18. Everything set in stone.

Honestly I can't wait to see who I can pull at the bars over the weekend as I need to experiment to see what position I prefer, good thing my ass hasn't been used yet so I get to experience my first time again!

The weekend! Look at me showing off my ass for you all to see!

Damn I'm one lucky Aussie now!

[eightbitpale]

Hi y’all. This is a little more real than the usual kind of stuff I post on this blog, and I’m quite possibly doxxing myself here, but it’s important. This is a message to everyone, but ESPECIALLY to my fellow Aussies — please pause and read for just a minute.

Victoria Park (also known by its Turrbal name, Barrambin) is a massive green space in the heart of Brisbane city. Before colonisation, it was a gathering place for a number of local indigenous peoples. Since then, it’s been a landfill, an army base, and a golf course. In the last five years, the Brisbane City Council have been carrying out a master plan to restore the park by reintroducing native plants and wildlife, reopening the waterways, and inviting the community back into the park in a way that honours it’s importance as a First Nations site.

I’ve lived in Brisbane since I was born, and Barrambin has been a part of my whole life. My parents took me on hikes there when I was a kid. My highschool graduation was held at the old golf club’s events centre. Throughout university, my friends and I gathered there to study, have picnics, play sports, make art.

The LNP, Australia’s conservative party, just announced their decision to raze Barrambin to the ground to make way for a new Olympic stadium. Let me be clear: the stadium does not need to go there. It’s a contrarian move that goes against the previous government’s commitment to preserving the park, and it’s been widely criticised by indigenous leaders and environmental advocates.

As a queer woman who believes in human rights, there’s a lot about the LNP that make me angry. But this feels tragically tangible. It’s a fucking outrage, and we shouldn’t ignore it.

The website linked above is for an activist group called Save Victoria Park. They’ve been active since 2020, and they’re currently rallying to try and prevent the LNP with going though with their plan. They have a gofundme, and a number of resources for other ways you can help. I’ve worked with them before in my capacity as a community artist, and they do real and meaningful work.

Please check them out and share this around. And if you’re a Brisbane local, come to Barrambin while you still can.

I’m tagging the few auspol accounts that I know, sorry if its annoying. @auspolmemes @auspoliticspixie @batshit-auspol @offical-auspol

[kkoffin]

make Australia TERF island please. we got Germaine Greer and Sal Grover PLEASE‼️ It’s getting too much altogether with female-only spaces literally being illegal IM BEGGING!! Our fucking DV rates are off the charts but the government seems to be spending more time making ads shaming women for being uncomfortable and feeling unsafe being left alone in a private space with a TIM

If any Aussie radfems are reading this, START STICKERING!!! PUTTING UP POSTERS!! WRITING LETTERS!! ANYTHING TO RAISE AWARENESS! Even if it’s anonymously. Do as much as you can. We need politicians to realise we are a considerable voting class. There’s nothing more judges can do, judges cannot remove existing law, and males can LEGALLY be considered female here. We need change in the law.

[inezrable]

AUSSIES PLEASE LISTEN

The Australian government wants to ban social media for under 16s across the country. The way they plan on enforcing this is by having to submit your ID. I don't know about you, but I don't want even more of my personal info online. Plus, teens kind of need socials! Talking to friends and family, communication with potential employers, entertainment - social media isn't the best for you, but you can't really live with none of it. This ban would potentially include Twitter, Tumblr, YouTube, Snapchat, Tiktok, and LinkedIn, plus most other socials. Fuck Albanese.

[submalevolentgrace]

for pretty much my entire life we have been locking up refugees in UN-certified human-rights-violating "offshore detention" camps for the heinous crime of daring to try and flee from death and worse, often from wars-on-terror we've helped wage, and have very much done highly decorated war crimes in. we hold them in conditions so bad that war-fleeing refugees have sown their mouths shut, tried to starve themselves, even children trying to kill themselves to escape what we're doing to them. WE are doing. because in my boots on the ground activism days i tried to fight the government on this, and the fact is, the australian public on the whole doesn't give a shit about us torturing refugee kids, half the country is in support of it, so the government gets a free pass no matter which side is in power. from howard to rudd to gillard to rudd to abbott to turnbull to morison to albanese, we lock up and torture refugees. the UN anti-torture inspectors aren't allowed to visit. the camps are run by a private USA prison contractor now.

and it's not like we can't organise a protest! we'll barricade MP's offices because of something an ally-in-law country is doing that we condemn, but when the blood is on our hands we don't wanna know, don't wanna fight, don't wanna admit. and albanese gets up there and says those barricades have "crossed a line", "there's no place for violence like this in our democracy", he says. you know where there is an implicit place for violence, apparently? cops beating indigenous kids to death on camera, the australian people are fine with that apparently. happens all the time. better have a curfew so those kids don't get too rowdy about it!

oh and the CIA agents and US soldiers we welcomed here to supposedly defend us, they rape a bunch of women and children, mostly also indigenous? better get ASIO and the AFP to monitor the population for anti-american sentiment, local cops do it plenty too and we can't stand up to the USA, we're about to go to war with our biggest economic trading partner on their behalf, the troop buildup locations have already been announced! sweep it under the rug little aussies, scrub it from your memory, who cares about raped children anyway? not worth protesting, apparently.

we are right in the middle of the asia-pacific, with loosely speaking about a 5th of the population ethnically or culturally asian, and they are absolutely terrified of speaking out about how many hate crimes they suffer constantly, because the other 80% of the population is more culturally invested in american politics than the fact that labor considers pauline hanson an ally. i don't blame the 20% getting hatecrimed for being scared to speak up, i sure as fuck blame the rest of us for not protecting them, and for doing those hate crimes. "wE'rE a MuLtIcUlTuRaL sOcIeTy!! nO rAcIsM hErE!!", but we'll organise citywide marches in the middle of a pandemic if a black american kid gets killed over there, and then tell blak people they're spelling it wrong.

then we flood the region with our white-bleached propaganda and "culture", to control smaller governments and and lure the people of the region here for our economic benefit; the wealthy as fodder to fund the education complex, and the poor to work below-minimum-wage-slavery "jobs programs" on our great proud aussie battler family run farms.

it's all out in the open. the torture, the murder, the rape, the hate crimes, the technically-it's-legally-distinct-from-slavery, it's all known, all reported regularly on the news, endlessly, cyclically, every few months or years, for my whole life. fuck knows what else we're doing and i don't know about because pine gap prevents it from reaching english language news.

i know the internet zeitgeist really only cares about the single latest trending topic to happen, so you're wondering what that is to make me react enraged and ashamed; but it's everything. i haven't even scratched the surface, just ranting off the top of my head.

every day i carry the shame of what a disgusting violent colony nation this is; to the people who consider themselves australian, to the people here before the nation and their descendants, to the people surrounding us now. i carry the guilt of failure to stop it, and casual complicity of having given up the fight because i couldn't handle it. i think that's what most activists do here, give up in shame, because activists aren't fighting the government - we have one of the most free and open democracies in the world, and the spineless cowards in charge absolutely will do what the populace whims of them - activists here are fighting the cruel and apathetic average australian, who either don't care, or active condone it all. we have the blood of this country on our hands.

so.

what has australia done now?

it's fucken wednesday, mates. nothing new.

[kalethemonster]

my american trans siblings, you will be under a fascist government once january rolls around. that fact is fucking terrifying. even for me as an aussie. (though your politics heavily affect us also bc all social media algorithms treat anyone posting in english as american)

take your time to mourn your freedom. you're losing sooo fucking much and it breaks my heart. the next two months you have left should be used for networking with irl trans people and preparing yourself mentally. let yourself morn but for fucks sake stay alive.

every day you exist is an act of resistance against those who wish you never existed in the first place.

so, how can you keep yourself existing?

irl? go back to 80's queer social policy. dont ask, dont tell. but definately use ways of signing to other queer people that you are one. with irl community, do your best to keep eachother afloat and help where you can. if you grow food, share it out. if you have a vacant room, add someone who needs a place to your household (ground rules and house rules important obvi). if you gotta go back in the closet do so, if you're already transitioning medically do your best to stock up on hrt during the next two months. your irl community is the best resource you have, so networking to find them while you an still do so freely in the next two months is critical.

social media is a tad more complicated so i'll break it down by site/company.

twitter: archive any important past posts you have made via screenshots and then just fucking nuke your account, delete all posts you have made individually to make sure and the delete the acc. elongated muskrat is the annoying orange's biggest financial supporter. he will turn over any and all info he government may request about trans and queer users. if you ever needed any more reasons to dump twitter thab the ones you have already had, take this one.

meta: in terms of facebook, if you still need it for family, archive posts abt being trans via screenshots, and delete said posts. if they were posted by supportive familiy members then get them to delete what they have posted of your identity for safety reasons, then only use for family you can only reach through it. for instagram and threads private any accounts you have that has your personal information attached other than ones for personal businesses. if you need public account access for reaching out,, make an account with only your first name listed, fill it with aesthetic shit or meme posts so it isn't easily linked to you as a person.

as far as i know with bluesky, more or less post as usual but stilll protect your personal information. first name and pronouns only. do not include location markers.

redit, hold all personal info verry close to your heat, give nothing away, have like 50 burners, you dont need karma.

youtube, if you only use it for viewing, use as normal. if you upload, do your best to not show ANY recognisable outdoor landmarks, keep personal info tight, and donot get into anything political. if you can take a hiatus that would be even better.

tumblr: post as normal minus locational and government info.

common thread here is do not reveal any personal shit at all and do your best to conceal what is already posted. back to 90s rules for most sites. unfortunately tech-literate bigots finding your info is a possibility and so you want to withhold as much as you can to avoid being located and identified.

general ruled (both irl and online):

you are dealing with fascists. anything out of line they will actively try to snuff out. if anyone st all tries to get you to talk about ANYTHING REMOTE POLITICAL in any form of public space, SHUT THE FUCK UP. completely shut it down with "i dont talk about politics" or "i dont like politics". yes it's the pussy's answer to get out of shit, but being a pussy in the presence of violent fascists keeps you alive. if they try to talk about palastine, shut the fuck up. if they try to talk about trans people, shut the fuck up. if they try to talk about abortion, shut the fuck up. if they try to talk about disability/meantal health. from new years onwards, you will treat any person in the US who tried to talk about any of that shit in public that isn't doing it for the sake of protest as a narc. you will only properly discuss it behind closed doors with trusted family, comunity and allies.

as of new years day, it is the job of all allies in the us to basically be human shields for not only queer communities, but disabled, migrant, and any form of non-white communities too. if you are cis, white, able bodied, and have been an american citizen from birth, and happen to be a decent person, you are the ones who gotta protect those who cant protect themselves or cant leave the country. yes even if you're queer. if you are a white cis queer person, you can hide your sexuality for 4 years. most trans and intersex people cannot hide their gender or traits.

to recap: for the next two months, mourn your freedom, connect with your local queer comunity. do not share any personal info anywhere online unless you have a buisness, and then keep said info to the bare minimum. if people try to talk to you in public, shut the fuck up. allies and white cis lgb must protect those who cant run or hide.

the next four years are gonna be hell. but just know that of it seems no one has your back, this trans man all the way in australia has your back. love from me, my cousin, and my wonderfully supportive mother. stay sane, aqy safe, stay together.

[luckyroll3]

Unexpected (Sneak Peek)

In honor of Lee Know's birthday, here's an excerpt from the other story I've been working on. Enjoy!

Pairing: Bang Chan x Original Character (f) x Lee Know; All Smut

Word Count: 2,496

Warnings: This work of fiction is intended for 18+ audiences only. Includes explicit sexual content, strong language etc.

****

A knock at the door startled her. Mia frowned, not expecting any visitors. "I'll get it," she told Chan as she walked to the entryway.

She opened the door to find Lee Know standing on her porch, a mischievous glint in his eye and a bottle of expensive tequila in hand. "Hey Mia," he said, his tone relaxed and cooled.

“Hey Minho,” Mia leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Are you here for Chris? He’s in the kitchen.” She stepped out of the way to let him in.

“I’m actually here for you,” Lee Know announced, his cool guy demeanor never faltering as his gaze flicked over her shoulder to where Chan had appeared behind her.

“Christopher, what the fuck is he talking about?”

“Oooh, the full government name,” Lee Know teased as he entered the space. “Did you not tell her?”

“Surprise?” Chan said, bringing his hands up and shrugging his shoulders, as if to say, ‘maybe?’. “I wanted to help you cross that fantasy we talked about off your list.” His hand moved to the back of his neck and started to rub it nervously as he grinned.

Mia's heart raced as understanding dawned. Chan's arms encircled her waist, his lips brushing her ear as he murmured, "Are you game or do you want to murder me?" He giggled.

“A little of both?” Mia responded as she pushed the door closed and locked it.

Mia took a deep breath, both nervous and exhilarated by the prospect. She turned in Chan's arms, searching his face. "Are you sure about this?"

Chan smiled, his eyes warm with affection. "I want to give you everything, Mia. And I trust Minho. But if you're not comfortable..."

"No, I guess we can see where this goes," Mia assured him, her pulse quickening with anticipation. Chan kissed her neck.

“Great,” Lee Know said as he walked towards the kitchen. Mia took in his confident stride and playful expression as he glided past them as if he had been there a million times.

****

"I think," Lee Know said standing up from the table and walking to the refrigerator, "it's time for a few shots to really get this party going." He retrieved the bottle of tequila from the freezer and headed for the living room, sitting on the floor next to the coffee table.

Chan and Mia got up too. Mia joined Lee Know on the floor, sitting on the other side of the coffee table across from him, her back against the couch, while Chan grabbed three shot glasses from the bar. He sat next to Mia as he placed the glasses on the table.

Lee Know filled each one to the brim and handed one to Chan, then to Mia. Mia accepted the glass, clinking it against Chan's and Lee Know's before tossing back the smooth liquor. It burned down her throat, settling warm in her belly as she watched the body language between the two men.

Lee Know exuded confidence and his gaze flickered between Chan and Mia, his tongue slowly licking leftover tequila from his bottom lip. Chan, leaned lightly against Mia, one hand on her thigh, but his eyes were glued to Minho’s lips as they had a random conversation that Mia was not paying attention to. It was clear that they had been intimate with each other in the past. She felt a rush of arousal run through her body as she watched them playfully banter back and forth.

As Lee Know poured a second shot, Mia asked, “So tell me about you two.” All three of them drank the shots.

“What d’ya mean?” Chan asked, his Aussie accent becoming thicker the more he drank.

“Well, you’ve obviously hooked up before. Tell me about it. How’d it start?”

“Oh, well it happened during our pre-debut days,” Chan started as Lee Know prepped the next round of shots. “In the months leading up to our debut, and for a couple years after, we aren’t really allowed to ‘date’.” He used air quotes to emphasize the last word. “So usually, a lot of sneaking around tends to happen, either with our actual partners, with other idols in our company in the same predicament, or with your members, if you’re into that sort of thing.” He picked up his shot glass and brought it to his lips. Lee Know and Mia copied him.

“One night after a long rehearsal,” Lee Know jumped in, already pouring out a fourth shot for each of us, “Chan and I stayed up late just talking. After a few beers, he kissed me…”

“Uh, you kissed me!” Chan interrupted. “You said you couldn’t resist my dimples!”

“Fine, I kissed him,” he rolled his eyes and took the shot. Mia suppressed a grin as she took hers too. “And I let him fuck me quietly on the couch in the dorm while everyone else slept.”

“Sounds scandalous,” Mia said.

Chan took his shot. “It only happened a couple times before he got bored and moved on to his next conquest.” Chan grinned.

Lee Know laughed. “Absolutely not true! You were equally as bored. We were attracted to each other, but we weren’t really into each other. So, we both moved on. Or tried to.” He leaned into Chan's space. "Remember that night in Bangkok?" Lee Know purred, trailing a finger along Chan's jaw. "When we snuck away from the others, and you let me do that thing with my tongue..."

Chan nodded, eyes fluttering shut as Lee Know kissed his jaw. Chan grabbed Lee Know’s face and tried to kiss him, but Lee Know resisted, shoving him away.

One of Lee Know’s hands wrapped around Chan’s neck forcefully. “Uh uh, hyung,” Lee Know growled, his eyes locked on Chan’s as his hand squeezed tighter. “What did we decide?” Lee Know paused, his feline features amplified when he tilted his head like a cat playing with its trapped prey. “I’m the one in charge tonight, remember?” Chan nodded, his breath hitching when Lee Know’s other hand grabbed his cock through his pants and started massaging gently. “Say it, leader.”

“You’re in charge tonight,” Chan whispered, barely getting enough air to speak, but a gleeful grin on his face anyway. Mia noted that they had already discussed the dynamics for the night.

Lee Know closed the distance to capture Chan’s mouth in a searing kiss. Mia's breath caught at the sight, desire pulsing between her thighs as she watched the two gorgeous men lost in each other.

When they parted, they were both breathing hard. Chan turned to pull Mia into a heated kiss of their own. "Still good, baby?" he checked, voice rough with want.

"God, yes," Mia managed, her head spinning with lust and tequila.

“Good,” Lee Know said in a husky voice. He picked up the tequila bottle and instructed her to, “Open.” Mia complied, tilting her head back and opening her mouth. Lee Know poured the liquid in and when she closed her mouth to swallow, he leaned over Chan’s body to kiss her slowly.

Mia moaned into Lee Know’s mouth as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as she savored the taste of tequila and Chan on him. The heat between them grew. Lee Know’s hands roamed her body, pulling her as close to him as he could, even with Chan’s legs as a barrier between them.

When they finally broke apart, Lee Know grinned wickedly at Mia. “Gorgeous.” He turned to Chan, “You’re right, she’s an amazing kisser.” He returned to his spot on the floor.

Mia was still kneeling upright, not sure what the hell just happened or what to do next. Chan wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back down to a seated position. “You okay?” he chuckled.

Mia shook her head, coming out of her daze. “I think my brain just short circuited for a second there. Wow!”

Lee Know poured one more round and capped the bottle. “Let’s make this interesting,” he said as he handed them the shot glasses.

“What do you have in mind?” Chan asked, his voice low. He drank the shot and set the glass down.

“I say we play a little game.” He raised his eyebrow at Mia as he took the shot. Mia took hers as well and slid the shot glass away from her. One more shot at this pace was going to push her into blackout territory. “We take turns spinning the bottle and whoever it lands on has to do whatever the spinner wants," Lee Know added. He moved the coffee table out of the way and laid the tequila bottle on its side on the rug between them. Then he repositioned his body so that he was an equal distance away, but within arm’s reach, from both Mia and Chan. He placed a hand on Mia’s knee.

Mia felt a thrill run through her at the suggestion. The thought of being at their mercy was incredibly enticing.

"Sounds like fun," Chan said with a smirk. "I'll go first." He gave the bottle a spin and it landed on Mia. She looked back and forth between Chan and Lee Know, unsure of what they would ask of her.

"Kiss me," Chan said simply, his lips curling up in a seductive smile.

Mia leaned forward without hesitation, pressing her lips against his as he pulled her close. She could feel Lee Know's hand still resting on her leg, and she felt it move higher up to her thigh as she and Chan kissed and she shivered with anticipation.

When they parted, Mia was breathless. She gave the bottle a spin and it landed on Lee Know.

"Take off your shirt," she commanded, feeling bold under their heated gazes and wanting to see how his body compared to Chan’s. From the videos she’d seen of Stray Kids, Chan, and to a lesser extent, Felix, were the exhibitionists in the group. The other members were rarely seen with their shirts off or even untucked.

Lee Know chuckled but did as she asked, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his toned chest and abs, as well as a scar on the lower part of his abdomen. His muscles weren’t as defined as Chan’s but they were still glorious. Mia couldn't help but reach out to touch him, running her fingers over his fair skin. He leaned into her touch with a pleased hum before returning his hand to her thigh, slightly higher than its last placement, and taking his turn to spin the bottle.

This time it landed on Chan.

“Suck on her breast,” Lee Know said calmly.

Chan pulled Mia’s shirt over her head and revealed her tits. She had chosen not to put a bra on after their escapades earlier that day. He softly fondled Mia’s breast, pinching the nipple, before leaning his head down to cover it with his mouth. As he sucked and tugged on the nipple, Mia’s hand went to the back of Chan’s head, but her eyes landed on Lee Know, who was watching her enjoy Chan’s actions. He smiled warmly at her as he slid his hand higher on her leg, his thumb just barely nuzzling her crotch. Instinctively, Mia parted her legs just slightly. The motion caused Lee Know to grin widely, clearly liking the effect he was having on her.

Chan gave her breast a light kiss before sitting back up and spinning the bottle again. It stopped at Lee Know.

“Finger her,” Chan said without hesitation, very much aware of Lee Know’s traveling hand. Chan pulled the elastic waistband of Mia’s sweatpants away from her body, creating space for Lee Know to place his hand in. Mia felt his middle finger slide down the center line of her mound, over her clit, and on to her slit. Then he slowly sank several fingers inside of her before he started to pump them in and out.

Mia allowed her head to roll back against the cushion of the couch. She sighed and started to rock her hips back and forth against his finger. Suddenly, he pulled his hand away.

Mia sat up and looked at the two men, both with shit eating grins on their faces. “Okay,” she said composing herself. She took her turn spinning the bottle and it again landed on Lee Know. “Place the fingers you just took out of me into his mouth,” she said as she pointed at Chan.

Lee Know chuckled at Mia’s bold command. He held up his index, middle, and ring finger, each glistening with Mia’s juices, as if in demonstration. Then he leaned over and pushed them into Chan’s mouth. Chan eagerly sucked and licked at the fingers as Lee Know mimicked their action in Mia, slowly pumping them in and out of Chan’s mouth.

Chan finally pulled away and laughed, “Okay, okay. That’s enough of that. Your turn, Min”

Lee Know spun the bottle and it landed on Mia. Lee Know thought for a second. “Come sit on my lap,” he instructed softly, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Mia hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering to Chan. He nodded at her and mouthed, go ahead.

She took a deep breath and slowly crawled over to Lee Know. She straddled his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. As she sank down on him, she could feel his hardness beneath her through their clothes. Lee Know grabbed her face and brought her lips to his.

As they kissed, his hands moved to grip her hips and he started moving them for her, back and forth, forcing her to grind onto his hard on. Mia moaned into his mouth as her already sensitive bits rubbed against him. A few seconds later, she felt Chan’s lips on her neck, kissing her spot. He had moved behind her, his hands slipping around her waist onto her belly. One hand moved up to cup her breast, while his other hand moved in the opposite direction, slipping into her underwear to play with her clit. Mia gasped at all the sensations on the different parts of her body.

She pulled away from Lee Know to catch her breath, and he immediately leaned over her shoulder to kiss Chan again. Neither of them stopped moving their hands on her as they indulged in each other.

When they stopped kissing, Chan rested his chin on Mia’s shoulder and grinned. “Should we move this to the bedroom? Mia, what do you want, love?” He kissed her cheek as he waited for an answer, adding a tiny bit more pressure to his assault on her clitoris.

Mia breathed heavily, her chest heaving. "Take me to bed. Both of you."

My Masterlist

[theshampyon]

It's that time of year where I'm reminded how utterly fucked it is that so many Aussies fall for the lies about how much of their tax goes to "dole bludghers" and "artsy fartsy shit no-one sees" and blah blah blah.

Australian tax receipts include a breakdown of what proportion of your total taxes paid goes to which government services. Here's a sample:

I compared the sample to my real return. It's roughly accurate to the real proportions.

That long blue line is welfare as a whole. It's a little over a third of total taxes paid. It's definitely not a small part of it. But look at how much of that goes to the unemployed. That's the tiny pale green line.

6.67% of the entire welfare portion. 2.5% of the total tax. That's the "dole bludgers", most of whom are actually workers with inconsistent schedules, working in fields with down periods, people between jobs, etc. High estimates put the total percentage of fraudulent recipients in that little green splotch at 0.04%.

That's 0.00001% of your total tax going to the estimated welfare cheats. Save that for five years and you have a penny. An absurdly small price to pay to ensure everyone who needs it can rest assured they (probably) won't starve to death on the streets.

That little dark blue dot? That's all of those arts programs that the newspapers tell us are the reason we can't make rent. And they're only a small part of that slice - the rest is for town fairs and community festivals and town centenary celebrations and on and on.

Politicians and newspapers and talking heads keep telling us that every financial problem we have would be solved if we eliminated the dole and arts funding. But they're clearly not the issue. And looking at that breakdown, not a lot of it is. It's all going to things we need. Things we should have. The problem clearly isn't where we're spending. It's the fact that we don't have enough to spend. And that is a problem caused by a complete and utter failure to make the wealthy, especially corporations, put a fair share of their profits back into the public purse.

Not only that. They tell us these lies while cutting the tax burdens of the wealthy. Reducing the amount we have to spend, without ever reducing the amount we need to spend. Always knowing with certainty that a huge number of voters will buy the lie, in spite of the evidence staring them right in the face.

[skopostheorie]

To be clear, there are absolutely extremists in Australia and there's a couple in government. But I think a lot of Aussies don't realise the role compulsory voting plays in avoiding maniacs as prime minister. Because they have to make sure they actually appeal to the Aussie who has the most middle of the road opinions ever. An Aussie who doesn't watch the news or even know who leads each party will go to vote, get a pamphlet that says let's deport everyone and force everyone to be heterosexual and is like what the fuck? And votes for Normal Normalguy instead. Whereas in other countries that person doesn't even show up

[evangelifloss]

Please tell me about the great emu war of 1932 :3

"Haha Australia lost a war to emus twice"

NO BUT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!!

Here's why:

First, I don't believe foreigners know how BIG emus are, and how much of their stocky main body is just layers and layers of feathers

This is Peck. He doesn't actually Peck but he LOVES the LADIES and for reference, that's me as he's uh... trying to woo me. I'm 4'11 / 149cm tall and in that photo he's not standing at full height either because he's preparing to get lower and ahem, grind. He is also a juvenile.

Emus are typically 5.7 feet/1.75 meters tall, but they have been recorded to get up to 6.2 feet/1.9 meters.

So imagine you've got this big ass dinosaur bird with the most t-rex looking feet perfectly designed for running. Yeeting. Skeeting. Killing you maybe. And now take into account these flightless fucks can run up to 62 Kilometers per hour. THATS 39 MILES PER HOUR TOP SPEED.

Now add 20,000 emus.

So 20,000 emus against poverty-stricken farmers with failing crops, farmers WHO WERE MOSTLY WW1 VETERANS BY THE WAY. Yeah nah.

Here's a visual to help y'all understand how insanely large emu groups get.

Onto why the hell were there so many emus on the farmlands (even tho... yknow... the emus and the local indigenous were there first but we won't get into that.)

Basically a big drought made the horde of emus move away from their usual dwindling territory, onto the sprawling Australian "farm lands" and remember I mentioned their feet before? BIG STOMPY. Whatever crops that had somehow managed to survive the severely vitamin-deficient soil and grow, did not in fact, survive the dinosaur feet as the emus strolled through, pecking and foraging the ground along the way.

The plight of the veteran farmers didn't fall on deaf ears, but the Australian government severely underestimated the power of 20,000 emus by a LONG shot. Plus they weren't all that interested either, until at least it was reported that the emus were destroying the Rabbit Proof Fence. What legends.

For the first "war" the government sent 3 men.

Yep. You heard me. Three guys. Major Meredith, Sargeant McMurray and a soldier by the name of O'Halloran.

They had one truck with a machine gun, and probably other guns, but between them roughly 10,000 rounds of ammunition.

So off they went. To wage war against the progressive emus breaking the symbol of "White Australia" AKA the Fence. Oh and also I guess the starving vets.

This is it. This is what they had.

Locals from all around joined in the fight and tried to herd the roaming groups of emus into the murder range but the emus had a tactic. One that us Aussies use at bush doofs when you hear police sirens- and that is to SCATTER.

They only killed "a dozen birds" from a group estimated to be around 1000. It didn't help that the machine gun jammed during this organised ambush.

And by then, the Emus clicked onto what was happening. They split up into smaller groups, observed to be led by the largest sized male who kept an eye out for the enemy. Never again did they risk coming together as seen before.

The war was lost. Only a few more attempts were made that had little success and Ornithologist Dom Serventy concisely summarised the whole operation.

I want to remind you all that this is a recorded statement, kept on file in legal military documentation

"The Emu command had evidently ordered guerrilla tactics, and its unwieldy army soon split up into innumerable small units that made use of the military equipment uneconomic. A crestfallen field force therefore withdrew from the combat area after about a month."

Let's move onto Emu War Part Two: Unsuccessful Boogaloo

Heads up by the way, TW below.

Emus were still, y'know, Emu-ing about and the drought didn't let up either. People were still dying of starvation, becoming homeless and committing suicide. It took the Premier of Western Australia, and a Base Commander in the military penning letters and using media pressure to finally convince the government to give it another go.

Major Meridith returns to the War and having learnt from practically everyone's past assumptions of the highly intelligent sonic-speed bird, brought success. And by that I mean, more success than the previous war.

Ultimately only 5% of the 20k Emu Army were ever killed, and even that is debated since it is more than likely they inflated numbers of kills to lessen the damage of being completely inferior to the superb qualities of the Emu.

A Federal parliamentarian (like a senator) when asked about whether there should be a medal made for the conflict, he replied with:

"Any medals should go to the emus who had won every round so far."

And of course in true Aussie fashion, the Defence Minister who supported and approved for the Emu War 1 and 2, was given the title by the Australian public, and international conservationists of ‘Minister for the Emu War’.

Ouch, but also, Not Every Problem Has To Be Solved With Guns.

Ironically what worked far better was the implementation of fences to keep the Emus OUT and unfortunately, a bounty system that saw many locals and professional hunters alike have FAR more success than an entire military operation. 57,000 bounties were claimed in a six month period after it being introduced in 1934.

Thus concludes the Great Emu War of 1932.

If you're asking why I know this, I studied it when I was 16, and made an entire poster to which I gave it to my Japanese Teacher. For context: I was living in Japan. Going to a Japanese School. And teaching my poor English teacher about this Emu War that he only believed once he looked it up. As a parting gift I gave him a poster. Shout out to Kawamura-Sensei you tried so hard not to laugh at the poster but I won that war.

Here it is. All the quotes on there are real too!

[cultofmalcolm]

so i've decided to put like the mercs in a british secondary school

Here's some facts abt each of them!

@muttering-folklore helped a lot with this, so danke mein vater

Soldier: Trans Solly propergander (ftm), instead of touring people around famous people, he was either helping out on open evening or showing governers around. Merasmus' only friend (M swears they're not friends) GCSESs: Food tech, Pe, history, spanish, trilogy

scout: He and sPy are half brotehrs in this, bc its a bit weird if ur dad goes to the same school as you. Wears headphones around bc most teachers dont care (at our school at least) Gcses: Art, Pe, French, Geography, Trilogy

Pyro: i have no fucking clue what to do with them, other than them being a head prefect :( GCSEs: Art, busniess, doesn't do a language does extra maths and english lessions instead, geography, trilogy

Demo: Not much abt him again, i don't even have his gcses down, and he's sctually britsh. gets drunk in fields most of the time

Heavy: Moved schools over the summer, to be with his sisters but moved back along with Zhanna. Used to date Medic, then stopped, then started again <3 GCSEs German, Geography, food, PE, Triple

Engie: Head boy. Buzz cuz. Wears glasses in this bc its very similar to goggles GCSEs: DT, computing, History, german, triple

Medic: fellow trans man, joined the abserloute cunts that are the classics over the summer. neek. GCSEs: Triple, PE, geography, History, German

Sniper: gamer kid. moved from aussie over the summer, the gang saw him in a window looking all sad and was like, "yo you wanna be friends?" "sure" called sniper bc he's very good at shooter games, especially one called Band Bastille 2 GCSEs: no fucking clue mate

spy: as said before, scouts half brother. No one actually knows what he looks like due to the fact that he always has his hood up, despite the teachers constant nagging. steals cigs from shops (would never even touch a vape ewww) GCSEs: French, idk ehat else

merasmus: enby, goth though everyone calls them a wizard or magician, fucking hates it, went by max for the best part of year 7 then a substitute came along and everyone knew their real name, embarrassed as fuck abt it GCSEs: Spanish, idk what else

Miss. Pauling: college student, hangs out with the gang while they all skive off school, idk what she took for college bc I'm still in secondary school, probably a levels though. somehow top of her classes??

rights that it, i have ideas for admin, and the manns and that lot, but that shall have to wait

please reblog this, i would like others to know the glory that is a British secondary school au

hehe sideways merasmus design