svyatoiy

[svyatoiy]

sunlight courtesy of a parisian midday shone through the open windows of their rented flat, airy curtains flowing in the late september breeze; with weather so fine they ought to be outside, perusing mountreuil & its neighbouring suburbs, snacking on fruit from the discounted section in the park before stumbling upon yet another bakery they simply could not turn away from ─ but the previous night had siphoned her vitality, sliced her open with its too-expensive cocktails and vodka, and sipped her dry of all energy. what remained was a dull headache, alerting her of its presence at every movement, and a mysteriously bruised calf.

when ken returned, alina had been a breath away from slumber ─ jolted awake by the jangle of keys she’d leapt from the couch & intercepted him in the hallway, eager hands searching for the breakfast he’d gone out to buy. with her hunt cut short by his guiding hand she followed him to the kitchen, her intrigue and appetite equally piqued.

❛❛ we pay a stupid amount of euros for the labor, ken. ❜❜ she tutted, leaning over the kitchen island to spy as he maneuvered around the foreign kitchen. he did so in an effortless manner she would likely never be able to adopt no matter her dedicated attempts, but she enjoyed watching him nonetheless: perched on a wooden stool she felt like a child again, catapulted back to that messy orphanage kitchen, only when she reached out to steal half a slice of cheese no hand slapped hers away. instead there was only a knowing smirk, or perhaps a fond roll of warm eyes. ❛❛ but if you’re offering to cook, I accept. ❜❜

silence dawned upon the kitchen as she began to eat, save for the complimentary moan after her first bite ─ even a fancy cheese toastie he nailed. ❛❛ if history doesn’t work out, you could be a chef. ❜❜

finished with her half of the meal, she slid the plate back to him. it came with a soft command: ❛❛ now it's your turn. ❜❜ while he ate, alina took care of the cleaning portion of cooking; soap suds filled the basin as she scrubbed the dirty pan. ❛❛ what do you wanna do today? should we be traditional tourists, or should we try to pass as proper parisians? ❜❜

🍳 starters in the kitchen, alina starkova, svyatoiy.

along the roads of montreuil, the air crisp and the crowds a softer hum than back home, the crinkle of paper bags tucked beneath his arm was a beacon: upon entry of their rented flat, it summoned her presence in under thirty seconds flat. by the time he'd tucked away the jangle of keys, she'd attacked him up front; hands diving into coat pockets, into paper bags, stealing his baseball cap. but this time, she would come up disappointed, and find no ready-made delights in store. gently catching her wrist, he kicked off his boots and guided her inside, to the poor excuse of a kitchen (that their student budget would suffer for) and got to work.

starting with his loot, he unpacked everything he had gotten, an put himself to focus. she watched, curious-eyed, at what surprise he had in store for her today.

           ❛ don't pay a stupid amount of euros for this, ❜ he said to her, hand gestures abound. ❛ when we can make it ourselves. look, it'll even taste better. ❜ dutifully, he got the bread, and he got the fresh honey and the ham, the cheese, and the fried egg on top of the croque the way she liked it best, because her habits and few comforts had not changed much since she was a child. ❛ don't fuss me, alya, ❜ but his voice had softened. dusting the flour bits off his hands, kenneth slid the plate towards her where she'd seated herself by the kitchen island. ❛ just eat. ❜

#daylighter #❴ ❊⋄˚ ˒ — 𝔳. ⊰ people don’t expect lip from a scrawny thing like me. #him making her a childhood comfort food... oh he gets her so well 🥲

[svyatoiy]

tentatively pushes my remade multimuse onto you all! hehe

#muse list is not finished yet and i have to get some uni work done first but i'll be hanging out there this evening!!

[svyatoiy]

statistical character personality test.

take the linked quiz from the perspective of your character, then select 5-10 results from the complete matches list that you feel resonate with your character the most.

marie kreutz, the bourne identity: 91%

lilo pelekai, lilo & stitch: 86%

abbi abrams, broad city: 86%

christian, moulin rouge: 85%

riley blue, sense8: 84%

amélie poulain, amélie: 83%

anna, frozen: 83%

juliana crain, the man in the high castle: 82%

peeta mellark, the hunger games: 78%

daisy johnson, aos: 78%

tagged: stolen from @sheikage ✨ tagging: everyone hehe

#❴ ❊⋄˚ ˒ — 𝔦. ⊰ notes. condemned to be a saint or a monster: unable to be the one‚ unwilling to be the other. #alina herself was in the top 3 of course with a whooping 90% !! #had not thought about the riley blue and juliana crain similarities until now but now that i have been made aware... ouch

[svyatoiy]

you can’t lie to me. you just can’t.

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their shared apartment bore no traces of the warfare battled out within it’s wooden walls. the coffee table littered with half-finished coffees and teas, and the dining table, which was covered in printed articles and notebooks and a long-since dead laptop, told the tale of any productive wednesday of first term.

but the girl, sitting perched in a windowsill with the sunlight streaming around her, looked every inch the battered soldier; her cheeks were flushed with agitation, dark brows furrowed as her mouth quivered in its attempt to settle the score.

❛❛ I’m not lying to you, I── ❜❜ voice faltering in a fluster, her words tripping over the stream of warring emotions. frustration rising to meet his, fear that @daylighter was slipping through her fingers like so many before him, worry triggered by the sight of the shadows staining the skin beneath his eyes, and anger; anger that he’d seen all of her, read all her pages, even the footnotes and the messily scribbled annotations in the margins, and yet he’d misunderstood her. ( if he couldn’t see her, who could? )

❛❛ you’re twisting my words! all I meant was ... ❜❜ a stray tear, from her burgeoning sadness or the simmering fury, alina wasn’t sure though it didn’t matter for down her cheek and neck it trickled, her mind too occupied with denying his accusations to wipe away the proof of her weeping heart. ❛❛ you’re my family, ken, you know I love you! I only want what’s best for you── ❜❜ the sound of a mean chuckle stemming from the couch in the corner cut her off, and in her exasperation alina could do nothing but stare him down, her white flag stained beyond repair by his muddied boot and unfamiliarly cold gaze.

❛❛ what is it you want me to do then? do you want me to leave? ❜❜

#daylighter #❴ ❊⋄˚ ˒ — 𝔦𝔳. ⊰ mail. ic response. #❴ ❊⋄˚ ˒ — 𝔳. ⊰ people don’t expect lip from a scrawny thing like me. #don't look at me this was your idea!!!

[svyatoiy]

“I’m not afraid of getting killed. Are you?”

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in another’s company, the sun summoner would have been feigning a constant shiver, stretched her fingers towards the campfire in desperate hopes of warming her frosty bones, burrowed into the thick wool scarf wrapped around her neck and complained to her companion of the poor timing of their journey. but in the company of wolfsmal, who now knew the truth hidden behind plain marya’s fragile frame, she sat relaxed before the fire. the warmth rising from the makeshift hearth accompanied the warmth of her inner light, lingering from the last time she summoned like friendly ghosts hidden away in every crevice of her being.

though the cold failed to render her its victim, alina could feel the days of travel wearing at her: sore shins, a blister blooming to life on her left heel, and weariness setting in earlier than usual, in due part to the fewer hours of peaceful slumber she got on the road as well as the lack of summoning. even now, with hours of wandering behind her and sleep on the horizon, she yearned for it, could feel the light spurring to life beneath the surface of her skin, waiting eagerly to be set free — for half a moment a spark of light flickered in the cupped palm of her hand, but as soon as it had come the sun was reigned back in, shoved into a locked chest deep within her. were it only her in the forest she might have chanced it, and let the light flow if only for a moment. but eivor was here too, sitting at her side in comfortable silence, and alina would not risk it for her.

A SUGGESTION TO RETIRE FOR THE EVENING WAITED WITH EAGER BREATH ON THE TIP OF HER TONGUE, BUT @notodin LEAPT FIRST. " I'M NOT AFRAID OF GETTING KILLED. ARE YOU? "

their hands entwined, she caressed the warm skin of eivor’s palm with her thumb, pondering the question in silence. death was not a stranger to the forgotten saint ─ war had followed her from birth like a sibling, dragging her parents first and then soon enough it stole her away to wage one. attempts at her life had been made, one even at her own hand, and though they had all failed she could remember feeling dead, once. there had been a moment in the remnants of the fallen fold, with a shadow bleeding out in her arms, the blood of a lover on her hands and her stag’s antler shattered at her collarbone, where it had felt as though there was nothing left for her, nothing but a wasteland of grief and loneliness & an insatiable void within. but with patience ( something of which she had never claimed ownership ) part of that pain had eroded away, the sharpness of it dulled like a knife used carelessly.

❛❛ no. I’m old, and I’ve seen much more than most. whenever my time comes, I won’t be afraid. ❜❜ unbidden like the kiss she’d once planted upon eivor’s unexpecting lips, words which mere months ago would have been lies but now rang true sprung from her mouth, eager to assure her consort: ❛❛ but I don’t want to be killed. there is life left in me yet. ❜❜

within her curiosity rose like the smoke from the fire, and she shifted on the log they shared to meet the other’s gaze head on. their hands, both of them now entwined, were pulled into her lap in eagerness. ❛❛ why ── ? did you see something? another vision? ❜❜

#notodin #❴ ❊⋄˚ ˒ — 𝔦𝔳. ⊰ mail. ic response. #❴ ❊⋄˚ ˒ — 𝔳. ⊰ between the ecstasy of sunflowers & the lips of an invisible demise‚ i dangle.

[svyatoiy]

You can kiss me again.

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nighttime had met its slow death; day summoned its sun, and twilight turned to dawn as streaks of light painted the awakening sky a myriad of blues, pinks, and oranges. birds rose from their nests to sing the humans from their slumber, and the sun saint watched, phlegmatic as she wished for the morning to stall, for time to cease its passing.

it was only at the loss of her lover’s hand in hers that she turned from the sight of her rising sun, the stoic look upon her face melting into a doeful expression ─ they had been through this goodbye, the temporary farewell they were cursed to forever repeat, so many times before & yet the hours of separation tore at her still. a goddess in the presence of an equal, and this was where she felt the most human she had ever been or ever would be.

❛❛ are you leaving me already? ❜❜ came her voice, teasing in nature though the way she followed in her retreating steps indicated the sun saint’s reluctancy to part ways. alina grasped her hand again, their entwined fingers at once falling back into a familiarly braided pattern, and pulled her back into her orbit. their lips slotted together, parting and closing in perfect harmony. pulling away only to fill her lungs with a deep breath, their foreheads touching.

AGAINST ALINA'S OWN MOUTH ( WITH WHAT SHE HAD LEARNED WAS A TEASING TONE ) THE LUNAR EMPRESS WHISPERED AN INVITATION SHE COULD NOT REFUSE. " YOU CAN KISS ME AGAIN. "

a quick bout of laughter bubbled from her chest, mirth and sunlight bright in her gleaming gaze. ❛❛ when evening comes, I will kiss you again. ❜❜ these words were not merely a promise, but an oath ─ with the might of the celestial she would make sure no dusk nor dawn would ever come to pass without the sun & moon married in embrace. ❛❛ I beg you to believe me when I say── if I could, ❜❜ she chanced a final kiss, leaning in just in time to feel the ghost of her lover's lips against hers before the moon at last disappeared beyond the horizon. ❛❛ I would kiss you every hour. ❜❜ with the sun firmly hung in the sky the temperatures rose to a comfortable warmth, yet in the moon's absence the lone celestial shivered.

#godwitch #❴ ❊⋄˚ ˒ — 𝔦𝔳. ⊰ mail. ic response. #back on my celestial goddess yearning bs!

[svyatoiy]

thinking about alina and desire/greed ─ in the beginning all her desires and wants are of the most humane nature (a soft bed, good health, to see the world, to love and be loved). then after she takes the third amplifier (killing mal) those wants are filled by a desire for everything and nothing; there's just a bottomless pit where her stomach used to be which nothing will ever fill, yet she has to continue fighting the urge to swallow up everything in an attempt to sate that hunger/desire

#bardugo: alina was greedy so her powers were taken away :( #me: okay but what if ... #alina IS greedy and that greed could scorch the entire earth but the point is (and this is where she differs from the darkling) #she doesn't act on it!!!! she clings to her humanity!!! to her heart!!! #she's been hungry all her life. she can handle this hunger too.

[svyatoiy]

❛❛ what a shame. ❜❜ alina tutted, brows furrowed and gaze cast aside in faux disappointment and disgust. ❛❛ I only fraternize with those of the highest education. clearly you fall short there, I'm afraid── ❜❜

at the sight of his stricken face a burst of laughter had cut her teasing short, a waterfall of giggles interspersed among mumbled comments along the lines of we can't be friends anymore & ana kuya would nearly blush at the thought of her besting the royal tutors.

❛❛ yes, of course she would. ❜❜ far be it from the saint to agree with the monster, but she did it this time with a breathy chuckle. a sweeter, more soft-hearted friend might have let the teasing rest with the comforting pressure of nikolai's head upon her shoulder, but alina would not. something so mundane as proximity did not alter their interactions. the war had scrubbed them raw, all the way down to their bones, & in the aftermath they had rebuilt themselves in the other's presence. by his side any genuine attempt at pretense would be futile: with her nikolai would be able to see through it all. ❛❛ but if she were really smart, she would bet on you. if only to give your confidence a little knock, and take you down a peg or two. ❜❜

as the waves rolled against the hull of the boat & silence settled comfortably between them, alina shifted in place, her head tilting until she could feel the tickle of his blonde locks against her jaw. she was not leaning on nikolai, but resting against him.

❛❛ did I ever apologize? ❜❜ like the storm clouds rolling in on the far horizon, droplets of melancholia had begun to threaten her sunny disposition. the smile which had curled her lips before had not disappeared in some abrupt change of mood; while her eyes remained alit with that same mirth the smile had simply melted away in contentment, but now even the glimmer in her gaze had faded. ❛❛ for leaving after the war? it was selfish, but I couldn't stay. I'm sorry you didn't have that choice. ❜❜

sun saint and soldier, girl from the orphanage and a boy as good as orphaned among royalty. while the differences between their upbringings could not have been more apparent when they met, it is war and its aftermath that have flattened the playing field into an equal space for both of them to exist all in a world that would have happily gotten rid of them. ( one a deity, the other a monster. ) it is under hidden flags that they come together again and the friends return to the very nature they have forged together amidst the most painful time of their lives, this thread woven between them that couldn't be severed by time nor by distance. when alina speaks of him like a compass pointing towards a hopeful disposition, she can't quite see how much of the same she has done for him. she has given him hope, and shelter, and a much-needed sliver of normalcy amidst this shredded world, amidst the shredded circles created by the family that never has been his own.

" you flatter my tutors too much. the library of a prince did not include dictionaries with such unbecoming words. i have you know all i know is how to delight, " he returns the joke, volleyed back with a stretched-out grin as far as he could show her. ( not too many bystanders around to see the tainted black lining his mouth, the sharpness of his teeth, or how both are as gruesome as the pieces of antlers hidden away under his friend's coat. ) turning around to lean with his back against the railing, he gives the opposite horizon a thoughtful look. " well, she hated us both the moment she met us, and we managed to soften her considerably under our great efforts to be the smartest person in the room against her. " leaning down until he can rest his head on alina's shoulder, he does a show of great thinking for both of their sake. " she'd bet on you, of course. after she made sure either of us might have drowned out of our own haste and stupidity, for the sake of the people's entertainment. and could we blame her? no, a little amusement is good for the soul. "

#❴ ❊⋄˚ ˒ — 𝔳. ⊰ between the ecstasy of sunflowers & the lips of an invisible demise‚ i dangle. #listmny #i love them so much!!!!!! i wish they could be happy and make jokes for the rest of their lives!!! #but i'm sorry about her she brings a certain depressing vibe to the function that most people don't really like :/

[svyatoiy]

thinking about alina and identity, and how she doesn't have any until she realises she's grisha. before that she's only the sick girl at the orphanage or mal's shadow. i'm not saying she isn't prescribed an identity after (she is! sun summoner, sankta alina, the saviour, the list goes on) but it is also the first time she ever gets to be alina as an individual (i.e. with genya, even if that relationship begins under false pretenses)

#despite it all alina feels (tentatively) at home in the little palace!!!! even though she is singular she is still one of many! #(before she was neither singular nor a part of anything) #pressures and expectations aside being grisha means being (fully) alina. before/without her abilities she is not a full individual. #she's a shell/a body without a heart/etc etc.

[svyatoiy]

the rainbow field of flora enveloped them in its mundane might, the coastal breeze tickling at their stems as the two campers weaved their way past and through the growth. just as vibrant as the flowers around them, or perhaps even more so, lucy gray looked at home amongst the kaleidoscope of colours. as she moved, the wind jostling the petals & leaves made it appear as if the flowers bent and shifted to make room for her presence. such ideas of belonging did not pass on to alina, who imagined the ivory waterfall cascading down her back would evoke thoughts of snowy landscapes rather than the vibrancy of springtime.

she thinks of her own colors: the whites of her hair, the gold of her father's sun. cold and warmth, all wrapped up in a girl's lone figure. she does not think of what grows in the absence of light, of the shadows which still bite at her heels & keep her company during the night.

❛❛ sure it's not a snake you dropped in my hair? ❜❜ words meant only to tease are followed by the raise of a hand, fingers tentatively tracing the petals of the flower tucked behind her ear. it is all an act of pretense & lucy gray must know it, yet alina still forces a relieved sigh at the confirmation of the lack of a serpent slithering in her hair. now that the game has been finished, a true and genuine smile blooms in the corner of her mouth. it is her turn now to peruse the field of flowers for a gift for the muse's daughter. a pink carnation catches her eye, and when alina tucks it behind lucy gray's ear she finds it compliments her well. ❛❛ you look nice too. with the pink, I mean ── ! it suits you. ❜❜ like spilled watercolours the colour has spread to her cheeks, freckles flushed in what can only be a feeling of embarrassment she will never admit to. a changing of the subject is the only thing that will cool the heat of her cheeks, so she returns to lucy gray's story. ❛❛ are you free of it then? or is the snake still haunting you? ❜❜

          HERE,   THEY WERE ALL OLD,   YOUNG THINGS.   whether reared in the field of strawberries or upon the back of winged steads.   not many of them were able to live past their prime saddled with the sins of their forefathers   (   it is minuscule compared to the damage they wrought to each other   )   inflicting the past upon the future.   in thick of the flower patches the world seems full of possibility.   humming as she goes with the celestial daughter in her wake.   even amongst godly children,   lucy gray was a colorful bird of a girl.   myth in motion; what else could one expect from the offspring of a muse?   

         ❛   funny how true colors shine in darkness and in secrecy.   ❜   the nonchalance of poetry spills from her lips,   raw and ready to be put to pen but it lingers between them.   an unfinished work that could use accompaniment.   she plucks a bundle of calendula in all its sunset brightness.   setting a petal against her tongue before turning.   ❛   thinkin' you're reaching for a flower but really it's the snake.   ❜   some of the unspoken unfolds between them yet the songstress simply mulls the thought further.   leaning in she sets the stem in the thick of star-kissed hair.   a solar flare amid an ivory sea   ━   the warmth is almost palpable.   ❛   that's a good color on you.   ❜  

🪶   LYRIC STARTER CALL    { * @svyatoiy !

#charmsong #❴ ❊⋄˚ ˒ — 𝔳. ⊰ burning with the shame of not belonging. #sorry about her she gets all weird around pretty girls it's really strange and unexplainable :/ #no but this is perfect they both deserve to complain about their exes in detail to someone who understands <3

[svyatoiy]

thinking about this moment once again and going insane

#bark bark woof woof and all that #❴ ❊⋄˚ ˒ — 𝔦𝔳. ⊰ ooc. emotionally unstable yeehaw.

[svyatoiy]

happy birthday to everyone's personal sunshine, miss alina!!

#❴ ❊⋄˚ ˒ — 𝔦𝔳. ⊰ ooc. emotionally unstable yeehaw. #we don't talk about her age but we do talk about how today is her day!!!!! #anyway─ yule gifts have been bought and wrapped; my birthday has been celebrated with family and friends; #now all that remains is to bundle up in blankets; stay out of the snow storm & most importantly: write!!!

[svyatoiy]

basic information.

legal name: alina starkova. most known as: the sun summoner, sankta alina, sankta alina of the fold, alina the bright, alina the just, alina the merciful, sol koroleva, daughter of keramzin, daughter of ravka, daughter of the fold, rebe dva stolba ( daughter of the two mills ), rebe dva volkshiya ( daughter of the people ), the patron saint of orphans and undiscovered gifts. nickname(s): alya, alinochka, lina, solnishka. date of birth: december 21st. sex: cis-gendered woman ( she / her ) place of birth: dva stolba, a small settlement along the border between ravka and shu han. currently living: verse dependent. usually the little palace in os alta ( ravka ) if she's not traveling, or somewhere along the coastline of novyi zem. spoken languages: ravkan, and later she becomes fluent in shu. education: taught to read and write by ana kuya at the orphanage, then trained as a mapmaker with the first army at 16. hair colour: natural hair colour is dark brown bordering on black. after using merzost against the darkling her hair turns completely white. eye colour: dark brown, though during and after more intense summoning they glow with a slight golden haze. height: roughly 1.66m. originally she was much shorter, but after recovering from the wasting sickness she had a late growth spurt.

family information.

siblings: none. parents: both her parents were assumed to be murdered in the border wars when she was a child. she barely has memories of them. children: none. pets: a tabby cat named oncat.

relationship information.

sexual orientation: bisexual for clarity's sake, though she doesn't actively use any label herself. relationship status: single. since when: since she killed both her situationships during the war :/

tagged by: @sheikage ✨ tagging: everyone who hasn't already done it but wants to!

#❴ ❊⋄˚ ˒ — 𝔦. ⊰ notes. condemned to be a saint or a monster: unable to be the one‚ unwilling to be the other. #couldn't help the last one sorry. :/

[svyatoiy]

#❴ ❊⋄˚ ˒ — 𝔦. ⊰ countenance. courting death is an integral part of my beauty regimen. #behold! your local depressed saint #give her a kiss!

[svyatoiy]

one day and appx. 3k words on hegemonic masculinity in cinema left & then i'll be free!!!!

#❴ ❊⋄˚ ˒ — 𝔦𝔳. ⊰ ooc. emotionally unstable yeehaw. #admittedly i've done a shit job of staying active here this semester but that will change! (i hope) #excited to write and enjoy yuletide without the weight of academia on my shoulders #also very much excited to be a nuisance about alya for the entire holiday break!! #hope anyone else in the throes of finals/exams/busy work weeks are hanging in there!

[svyatoiy]

maybe we just need to get out of here.

the somber weather of late october clouds the sky, and their drafty living room window does little to combat the encroaching chill. perched on one of four mismatched wooden chairs with wool-socked feet swinging back and forth & her fingers tapping away at a worn laptop keyboard, she presents the image of a hard-working student. in reality she is anything but diligent in her studies; the words typed out relevant not to her art history seminar but rather to this week's deals at the neighbourhood deli, the books scattering the table open but having been barely offered more than a single glance since lunchtime, her mind dreaming back to the two weeks they spent interrailing in southern europe during the summer.

a sound much similar to the groan which slips from her mouth comes trailing from behind, and alina shifts in her chair to seek out its sender. her gaze lands upon the couch in the corner, a blond-haired figure sprawled out amongst the pillows. much like her, he seems to have forgotten about his work.

❛❛ how is the assignment coming along? ❜❜ alina asks, though she knows the answer is the same as hers. not very well. a smile lights up her face at his response, a once foreign but now familiar joy blooming in her stomach at the confirmation that even in this ( the abandonment of responsibilities ) they are not alone ─ even in this they have each other. ❛❛ I can't get anything done either. it's like my brain has caved in. ❜❜

from the couch, the muffled voice of @daylighter suggests: ❛ maybe we just need to get out of here. ❜

at once alina is out of her chair and by his side, pressed up against the arm of the couch with his feet in her lap. her smile, once amused by their equal laziness, is now lit up in mirth. worries about finances and deadlines cast aside & the dreary weather forgotten by the promise of some spontaneous adventure, she's all excitement and sunlight. ❛❛ count me in! where should we go? ❜❜

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#daylighter #❴ ❊⋄˚ ˒ — 𝔦𝔳. ⊰ mail. ic response. #❴ ❊⋄˚ ˒ — 𝔳. ⊰ people don’t expect lip from a scrawny thing like me. #long term thinking goes out the window the minute ken suggests anything Fun

[svyatoiy]

thank the saints the show got cancelled because if i ever have to see a single person connected to it on my timelines again i will ***

#❴ ❊⋄˚ ˒ — 𝔦𝔳. ⊰ ooc. emotionally unstable yeehaw. #these showrunners/directors/writers are on another level of delusion/unprofessionalism #i don't want the show but i do want all these people to (kindly) shut up #anywayyy. onto more pleasant things─ i'm currently in the middle of my first exam and have finally gotten a decent grip on my essay #so i'll be here for a bit tonight & tomorrow morning.