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#i shore do love having the urge to be a complete asshole. i love it /s#(not directed at anybody here btw . if ur reading this its most likely not you /srs)#i have the urge to be petty. am i going to though? absolutely not bc i know its not gonna do jackshit#i feel . violemt#actually im gonna be slightly petty but im gonna make it so vague nobody knows what im talking about#boo fucking hoo im so sorry that im so cool and sexy ig go and fuck yourself#like im so sorry that i tried to be nice and friendly but fuck that ig? sorry for being an asshole ig????? but whatever#FUCKA YOU SUCKA MY DICK!#once again clarifying. this isnt targeted at anybody here im just frustrated and i am feeling it#kazzy complains
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Okay I gotta know about about MaeMags fuck or die 🥺💗
Idk what's wrong with me but Mae and Mags have been through such shit together already that a fuck or die scenario is just very funny to me and I want to know what you have in mind👀
Alright!!! The working title of this is "Lilac Haze" but the doc is still titled Maemags fuck or die bc I haven't decided yet if I like it
Lol it's a modern-with-magic AU so the stakes and angst are a bit lower than canon settings, but it is still very much fuck or die. Maitimo and Makalaure are trapped inside the older brother's bedroom by an ancient, cursed box. If they cross the threshold of the room, they die a violemt and painful death. No one knows they are trapped and supplies are limited. The only way out? To have sex, and confront their emerging feelings.
Here are some choice passages:
The air felt stilted, everything a hazy purple that pulsed like lecherous club lighting. Or maybe it was just Maitimo's head that throbbed with heat? He nervously bounced his knee and watched the lithesome lines of his brother’s body reveal themselves. Maitimo’s breath caught in his throat. His brother looked…. Beautiful. His mascara-coated lashes cast long shadows upon his soft cheeks, dark against his normally pale skin now glowing lilac. He seemed to shine in the light like a star or precious gem in their father’s workshop, reflecting brilliance tenfold. Even his eyes glowed, shuttered as they were, depthless in their expressions. **********
"We must, and we mustn't,” both sides of Maitimo’s brain said simultaneously. In the end, though, what choice was there? The first kiss was slow, hesitant, a fleeting brush of lips they quickly pulled away from to goggle at each other again. The second one was gentle but firmer, lingering, feeling each other’s warmth. The third soon turned into a fourth, fifth, sixth, and soon enough they lost count of how many times they joined and pulled away only to chase each other with passion. After many minutes of making out, Maitimo threw his head back to gasp for air. His neck was already starting to hurt from leaning down towards the shorter man, and his cock was at half mast, rising quickly. Makalaure could likely feel the press of it against his body, just like Maitimo could feel a similar hardness if he focused. “Want to move this to the aquatics portion?” The older brother asked. “Yes, please.” Stepping away from their embrace, Maitimo slowly dragged his underwear down his legs, keeping eye contact all the while. He tossed the garment in his hamper and did a little spin, shimmying his hips at the end. His brother laughed, even in the daunting face of his swaying erection, which had been the goal. Makalaure returned the favor, spinning to show off his nude body for his brother’s conflicted gaze. Kano was an objectively attractive person, with long limbs covered in smooth, evenly tanned skin, and pleasing features. His dark hair hung down to his waist, the wispy tips brushing against the curve of his hips; between his legs, a blood-filled cock stood at attention. Maitimo drank his image and fought against the instinctive urge to mentally censor his brother’s presentation into a more familial one. He looked openly at his cock, the spirals of hair around it, admired his toned legs, and watched avidly as Kano turned again to show off his backside. “You’re beautiful,” he repeated. It was the only thing he could say that wouldn’t ruin this, but it seemed to be enough for his brother. “Thank you, Nelyo.”
#maemags#this one im quite proud of and cannot waitttttt to finish though i still have a lot left#my writing#asks#tag game#boop boop
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If I'm going to do somethin illegal, it would be that last thing for sure.
I think the main difference between millennials and gen z is that we both went through the same awful things, all the same bullshit, but where as it left us depressed and disillusioned, it left them depressed, disillusioned and PISSED OFF.
Millenials: College is more expensive than it’s ever been but I still have to go and put myself in debt for the tiniest chance that it might make someone consider hiring me, I will never be able to afford a house, there’s a goddamn shootout every other day, the world is a nightmare and I wanna die.
Gen Z(Pointing directly at the old rich white fucks who made all this happen): College is incredibly fucking expensive but we still have to put ourselves in debt and do it, I’ll never be able to afford a house, there’s a GODDAMN SHOOTOUT EVERY OTHER DAY, the world is a nightmare and I wanna die and YOU MOTHERFUCKERS ARE GOING DOWN WITH ME.
Millenials: A lot of articles about how the environment’s a mess like to start with how we’re ‘destroying the world’ and framing it as personal responsibility. Like, ‘You! The environment’s in shambles and it’s YOUR FAULT! Yes you! You reading this! You did this! You did this by not biking enough!’ which is horseshit because we do not all have an equal environmental impact. We all have SOME impact, and you can take steps to try and minimize your own, but pretending that one single person’s impact is the same as a company’s or a billionaire who spent decades making his money off oil and fought the introduction of clean energy every step of the way is bullshit. Yes, the world is in shambles, but that’s not solely on us and we alone can’t stop it if they don’t change too. And they won’t.
Gen Z(Putting on their Ass Kicking Boots): Fortunately for us, those billionaires and company execs have names and addresses. :)
#not beating up#though i wont stop anyonr who does#im not a violemt mf#i can vandalize though#that wont make me feel a lick of bad
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Communism is literally a form of fascism but honestly? I'm not all that surprised privileged westerners feel no shame in identifying as Marxists and waving the hammer and sickle as if it's a symbol of pride. They love denying the expreinces of people who have actually lived under the regime, and the people who live in countries that are still affected by it even after dropping it.
As a leftist living in a country that was once under the regime, I find it completely absurd and offensive that individuals who claim to be for what I stand for would even dare to think positively of Communism. The ideology is anything but tolerant to minorities. One quick Google search will give you all the info you need to know about the purge and violemt intolerance, but of course, first-worlders are used to turning a blind eye to issues that don't affect them personally. They like to think Communism is this revolutionary idea that is all about standing against the people in charge and institutions like police working under them..
When that couldn't be further from the truth. You dare to say one thing against the gouvernment? You get beaten up and kidnapped by the police, your disappearance never mentioned. If you're not a total sheep to the regime, your life doesn't mean jack shit.
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