#Majak

[playroom]

A handsome looking old desk or mantel clock.

Made by Majak, USSR era.

[putitonmydash]

Monica Majak and Abény Nhial

[plus-ones]

Monica Majak, Abény Nhial, Assa Baradji, Angelina bol, Akon Changkou

[modelsof-color]

Monica Majak by Maxime Froger for Models.com March 2024

[rosyjn]

husband

[musictrovert]

Read someone's post saying " khudka choose Kiya hua course karne mai maut aa rahi hai" wait that was mees

Can feel it again 😭😭😭

[arutai]

Monica Majak

[nenan]

Monica Majak for I Am Gia

[soupedepates]

"How is it going at home?"

"Bodya is getting quite rowdy. Dad doesn't know what to do. As for mum she tries to hide it but she isn't doing well. And Zofia just moved with her so yeah, that's a problem."

"What does Zofia do at mum's?"

"Well, she isn't at mum's mum's. She is at baba's. Because Zofia doesn't like mum's girlfriend."

"She doesn't even know Idalia."

"I know right? But even if Zofia is our best cousin, she's still our uncle's daughter. Her coming out doesn't change years of bad education. But I've heard she's getting better."

"And what do mum and dad want to do about me?"

"They're talking about a clinic. It's far away, but it's good. Like when you went in rehab, but better. Mum's a bit reticent, but she's just worried. Dad is really, really tired. He only sleeps at night because I make him."

"Family's exploding for the second time, heh. This time it's my fault."

"It isn't exploding, Czci. Jacenty and Adelajda aren't even close to realise divorce is a possibility. But yeah. Things aren't great. But not your fault; the shitstorm was coming anyways."

"You sure?"

"Heh. I'm listening at doors and reading texts and email for months now. Perhaps two years now. Since mum and dad have rekindled a friendship, in fact, for Jacenty and grandma started to get really annoying."

"Oh, the 'you don't discover you're a lesbian at almost fifty'?"

"And grandma becoming so Catholic even auntie grew wary. I didn't like how they were trying to influence dad and Bodya at the time so I had to take counter measures."

"You sound like mum when talking like that."

"I thought I was more doing the serial killer voice."

"Well, the accent does it."

"...Right."

"How's high school?"

"Boring. Like. Really boring. I'm spending the days reading and doing witchcraft at my desk, and because the teachers just love me and you're at the hospital I can do whatever I want without facing consequences. I read tarot to our philosophy teacher, lately."

"And Marek?"

"He will propose soon. I'm sure of it."

"And... Noemi? She hasn't come yet..."

"Don't you know?"

"What should I know?"

"Oh you don't know."

"Agatka, if something happened to my girlfriend, please..."

"I'm not sure of anything. Ok? I just happen to know from baba that Noemi called her for medical advice. And I hope you didn't do anything wrong for as you're back on your two feet baba's coming for you."

"Oh man, I'm screwed."

"And you laugh at this terrible menace!"

"Baba won't do anything, she loves me! I'm the favourite!"

"That's mean for your poor twin sister... I shall retire and cry now. Bye."

"Nooo, Agatushka, I love you too.........."

"But yeah. Stuff happened and Noemi isn't coming to school lately. That's. Worrying. She doesn't sound ill nor distraught on the phone, well she does be distraught because of you but that's besides the point, so I really don't know what's up with her."

"Can you investigate for me?"

"Promise. Can you do me a favour in return?"

"Sure."

"When they'll send you to the clinic... Come back sober. And stay sober. I will kill my weed to make sure of it."

"Oh no you won't."

"Oh yes I will. You better stay alive you little shit. Outliving you if you die at 17 isn't glorious, you see?"

"Hey! Hey... Agatka, don't cry, okay? I promise I'll be better."

[soupeunlimited]

This is my boy, Abramelin Majak.

He was born from two lesbians witches straight out of the womb of the one who was CONVINCED she couldn't bear any children anymore.

He has 50 shades of autism.

He is a pure Witch. He sees bits of the future. Apparently it comes from his grandmother Danuta? It's strange. He doesn't hate it. He doesn't like it. It's neither funny nor unfunny. He writes what he sees but most of the time he fills the blanks or the things he doesn't like with elements from his own invention.

Everybody knows he is trans since the day his Glamour only showed him as a little boy (Witches as a race in Lysara are only born female).

His smile used to be jarring for his mothers, then they understood the cheekiness on that face. He is a being of pure mischief and affection. When he says "I love you", he means "I will make everything in my power to see you laugh everyday of my life".

He is a gremlin. A troublemaker. A trickster. Someone who is raised in a theater company, by affectionate mothers, with mirth and glee and care and tenderness. Someone who always knew he is loved and will always be. He messes around and finds out. On stage he is always willing to jest, to cartwheel, to get stuff thrown on him, whatever he deems funny.

He tries to entail everyone into his antics. Often people (mostly him) get some bruises. His mother is tired of him tearing his clothes but will embroider them during the mending. He is kind of a clown. He tries to make people laugh. He loves people. He wants them to be happy.

He tried to learn to play the luth; got fed-up. He tried to learn old wives medecine; got fed-up again.

He finds his purpose by reading and writing. And pranking.

And he will end up being an alchemist, ig? That or a writer.

Or both.

He wants to live to tell their story.

Also did I mention he is the Lord of the Crows, thanks to his mother the Lady of the Crows?

Yeah.

He sees the world and finds it beautiful.

[hauxicrook]

abhi thoda thik lag raha hai

[putitonmydash]

Assa Myriam Baradji, Abeny Nhial, Angelina Adhel Bol, Monica Majak and Akon Changkou

[plus-ones]

Monica Majak

[modelsof-color]

Monica Majak and Ajak Dwol by Hart Leshikma for SSAW Magazine November 2022

[rosyjn]

thinking of bf!jake, who would bring little flowers and trinkets to you after a hunt.

who would sit in between your thighs, his head rested on your tummy, as you play with his hair.

who would pin your hands above your head while leaving drunken kisses on your face and pounding into you, his ears folded behind his head.

who would notice if anyone tried to hit on you, giving them stern looks. he’d come closer and put his arm around your waist in an attempt to send a message to the other man.

who would snuggle with you in secluded places, where no one in the clan could see, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

[anotherfuckingfashionblog]

Gucci resort 2018