Sorry For My Inactivity! I’ve Been Very Busy These Past Few Weeks But Since Winter Break Started For

example:

sent to the g8 groupchat at 5 AM sharp after they all got shtfaced the night before

ivan ivanovich braginsky is absolutely the type to send cheesy and dated blingee gifs to the g8 groupchat altruistically in 2024 like your local russian dedushka on whatsapp

i hate when americans get asked about the israeli/palestinian conflict and they say “well it’s not really my place to have an opinion” our country literally funds genocide against the palestinian people in the name of “defense” it absolutely is our business, we should be as mad as we can as loudly as possible. 

fran fine? more like fran FOIIIINE

I genuinely feel like I’m going insane sometimes

I was starting to get self conscious about being the only one with a huge ass device in the casino I’m at- but lo and behold, a person just came in with a laptop

brother in christ, we steal this casino’s free drinks and wifi as a team 🤝🏼

last reblog reminded me that i wanted to do a rusame fic that’s just snippets of them killing each other in various ways

When I think native al and Matt I think of dudes who look like this

Cuetlaxochitl, Flower Of Fallen Warriors

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everybody who’s celebrating! Did you know that the “poinsettia” flower originated from Mexico? And that it had a tie to fallen the Aztec warriors? I go into on my Instagram about this!

Quick disclaimer; my Aztec survived the sack of Tenochtitlán, he’s alive and well I just wanted to make this aesthetic lol

edwardian & victorian era women

the biggest reason why I feel so anchored to rusame is the (theorized) love story. the grueling background of their romance. the way they went from friends, to lovers, to enemies, to friends again, to... who knows? (I'm mostly going off fanon rusame and the more widely shared hcs I've seen)

forget about the cold war--I love to think of how in love they were before the patriotic war.

all the letters they wrote one another, the gifts they made for each other; a painted picture of their eye in a locket, a portrait etched onto a lacquer box. photographs, poems, postcards. a pure love story. then it went away. then having to ignore this gnawing feeling of missing each other, of yearning each other. having to replace such a fiery love with hatred in the blink of an eye.

then that hatred gradually dissipates to become... more longing, more yearning. they wouldn't call it love (I think) but that intense, agonizing emotion for each other is always there and it's exclusive to them. them caring so little for each other and yet so much is so beautiful, so saddening, so incredible. they are my favorite love story you could say????