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TO UKRAINIAN FRIENDS

If you are looking for an emergency exit from Ukraine, Poland will open EIGHT safety points on the border with Ukraine (you will get warm food, medical help and from there you will be guided to safety) in two of our voivodeships: lubuskie and podkarpackie. It is confirmed by the Polish Secretary of State in the Chancellery of the Prime Minister, Paweł Szefernaker.

SOURCES:

https://www.rp.pl/konflikty-zbrojne/art35748991-szefernaker-na-granicy-z-ukraina-powstaja-punkty-recepcyjne-dla-uchodzcow

https://www.wprost.pl/polityka/10633681/polska-reaguje-na-agresje-rosji-na-ukraine-powstana-punkty-dla-uchodzcow.html

I've marked those voivodeships on the map!

Please share because it can save lives!!!!!!

mingkiway ep.3 ✧ a lookbook

THE LIGHT BEYOND THE MOON. albedo

he’d rather you hold him like this, now and tomorrow, and the days and weeks and months after. the years, the decades.

PAIRING. albedo / gn! reader GENRE. fluff WORD COUNT. 771

NOTE. reposted from my old blog. i like this drabble too much to just let it rot in my archive. (also i am posting this now to let you guys all know that yes, i am still alive lol.)

the autumn dew under the midnight moon sits idly outside the window. it watches you in silence—watches the tangled limbs and messy sheets and forgotten pillows. ALBEDO pulls you closer, runs his fingers up your back, then down. up, down. up. until it settles on the curve of your waist. his hand hovers there, in a hold that’s tender; in a warmth that speaks.

“you look–” he stutters. he opens his mouth, only to close it again. it takes him a few seconds, but the seconds don’t even matter. “you look nice.”

“nice?” you ask him. autumn in mondstadt, for that moment, becomes warmer. his face burns red, and he hurries to hide it in the crook of your neck. you respond with an even warmer laugh, to tease him. it’s an exhilarating thought—to know you have some sort of power over the chief alchemist, the ALBEDO, that he flusters. “just nice?”

ALBEDO snuggles further into you. where he starts and you end is nothing to be questioned anymore, for under the midnight moon, you are one.

he kisses your neck, once. he adds another kiss somewhere along the curve of your throat, then he leans back to kiss your jaw. he smiles against your skin with every touch of his lips.

“beautiful, i mean,” he corrects. ALBEDO runs his fingers up your back again. down. up. except his fingers, this time, speak more than just warmth. it says, carefully: let’s stay here, together. revelling in the warmth of each other and forgetting all about the reds and oranges of leaves falling outside the room.

autumn in mondstadt, for that moment, means something else to you now. autumn in mondstadt now means fleeting kisses on your skin, fingers running up and down your spine. autumn in mondstadt now means “you look beautiful,” when the smiles are lazy and lethargy catches up with the way you and him look into each other’s eyes. beautiful is a word he describes you, on one autumn in mondstadt, when the night grows old and the world grows quiet.

but ALBEDO does not stop there. he kisses your cheek and you feel his breath brushing against your skin. “you are beautiful in ways i have never seen.”

this is his revenge. this is his way of saying that he has as much power to fluster you as you have on him. this is a silly, little competition that you’d laugh at later in the morning. this brings heat that starts on the tips of your fingers up to the tips of your ears.

“stop!” you whine, burying your face in your hands. ALBEDO laughs, and the moon laughs with him, you think. let’s stay here, in each other arms. “don’t say that.”

“but it’s true,” he says, earnest. his voice drips with such sincerity that it almost tears you up. he carefully removes your hands away, placing it on his jaw instead. he leans into it, like he’d rather you hold him like this until autumn ends and winter comes. until winter dissipates into the bright of spring and spring turns into summer. he’d rather you hold him like this, now and tomorrow, and the days and weeks and months after. the years, the decades. he’d rather be here, with you.

he turns to kiss your palm. you let words build home in your chest before you ask ALBEDO to be home with you: “if you say things like that, i might just fall in love with you.”

ALBEDO smiles. “didn’t you already?” he teases, then laughs at the lighthearted shake of your head. “well, hurry up then.”

this is all you could ever ask for, really. to hold someone in your arms without fear of its warmth leaving you. to hold someone close as if this is the only place someone belongs. as if this is home. to hold ALBEDO, on one autumn in mondstadt under the midnight moon, forgetting everyone and everything else but you and him.

you run your fingers through his hair, watches how his eyes close like a sun setting down the horizon. it’s beautiful. everything is beautiful in the here and now.

“if i ask you to keep me in your arms for the rest of your life, would you?”

of course. why would you ever let go of something so beautiful?

“i would. even after the rest of my life, if there is time beyond it. i would keep you in my heart.”

“good,” he mumbles. only you and him hear his words, like a secret. “good. your heart is my favorite place to be held.”

♡ happy seonghwa day!! 98.04.03 ♡

#우리의_별_성화야_생일축하해 #BrightStarSeonghwaDay

happy birthday to prince Park Seonghwa ♡