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　　ℰXTRALIGA DR

bored……shifting community, let's play a @ game .

post two pictures that remind you of your dr self & a quote & two pictures that remind you of your dr lifestyle.

HUNTRESS DR : PREACHER'S DAUGHTER GONE WILD!

tags…..but it's open to everybody. @velvetbeeez @lyraxnova @bravobitch @chaaistained @courtdove @venusianbarbiedoll @marrowborne @sweetnmay @deepinthegroves @eddieisashifter @ladyrohann @l22na4

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lying about being taken on your rentries because nobody wants to date you is actually so embarassing 🙏 maybe if you werent so insufferable you wouldn't have to make up a reality where someone wants you

the fact that you’ve been actively searching for all my accounts - down to a sideblog I haven’t even told anyone about - says everything about who the real stalker is here. tell yourself whatever you want about me “lying,” but the reality is simple: I’m taken. what I don’t get is why that makes you so furious, especially when you’ve spent all this time claiming you never even wanted me in the first place.

the projection is insane. you’ve been acting like a creep and a loser for a while now, and I’m done with it. also, this isn’t even how drs work, which honestly explains why you’ve never shifted. LMAO.

so here it is, plain and simple: leave me alone. I’m not going to reply to you again, and I don’t want to be associated with you in any way.

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　　𝒜NGEL X LIIGA DR

　　　　　　　 　 　　 the　reunion　in　the　stars.

　

I felt it before it happened.

not like thunder. not like falling. more like a candle going out in a room no one remembers - soft, inevitable, and somehow holy.

I turned my head.

Iʼm not bound by a body anymore, but the motion is still mine. a gesture formed from memory, not muscle. I looked toward the place where the last thread of petteri rimpinen’s final life is beginning to unravel. this time, the soul is old.

a man who lived quietly. who grew flowers. who taught children. who hummed when he worked and looked at the sky with the same searching eyes I first saw lifetimes ago in a liiga locker room. there is no drama in his death. no pain. just a final breath let out under soft covers, a single hand resting over his heart as if still waiting for someone to return.

I rose. not in the way humans rise. I simply am - closer now. the in-between place that once held him begins to shift, stretching like silk around him, like a door opening after eternity.

it’s time, say the stars. he’s ready.

and for a moment - just one - I hesitated. because this is it. no more waiting. no more watching. no more longing with hands that can’t touch. I will have him again. and that’s terrifying.

because what if petteri doesn’t remember? what if this final soul, worn smooth by time and love and sorrow, looks at him and doesn’t see the angel he once kissed behind closed doors? I braced myself.

the soul appeared slowly. bright, yes - but smaller now. human-shaped. familiar. still. and when it opens its eyes- petteri smiles. not young. not old. not then. not before. just his. like he knew I would be there. like he never doubted.

I trembled. the whole sky trembled with me.

petteri took a step forward. just one. and then another. no rush. there never was. when we reached each other, we didn’t speak. I didn’t know if I could.

so petteri helped me. he raises one hand, curled it gently behind my neck, and pressed oir foreheads together the way he did in the very first life - silent, steady, his.

and I broke. not in sorrow. not in fear. just in relief. that after all the waiting - after all the lives - he remembered.

“you came back to me,” I whispered, voice breaking on a sob of light.

light to light. soul to soul. the final life ending, the first love returning.

and somewhere in the divine beyond, a voice neither of them has heard in eons speaks, soft and certain:

let them be one.

and so they are.

petteri doesn’t answer. he doesn’t have to.

they are already beginning to glow.

　

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　　𝒜NGEL X LIIGA DR

　　　　　　　 　 　 introduction　to　valo　sariel.

I. THE NAME THEY GAVE ME　　valo sariel.

they call me that now. in the tongue of men. in the cold breath of paperwork. but I was never meant to have a name like theirs. I was meant to resonate. to vibrate in silence. to carry words that cannot be spoken aloud, and deliver them to the trembling earth.

I was made long before birth was ever needed. before the first blade of grass curled toward light. before finland had a name. before hockey knew the sound of skates. I was the first of many - a weapon of mercy, a sword of light. the right hand of god. his seraphim. his herald.

　

II. THE DESCENT　　I do not fall. I descend. and on 06.06.2006, I chose to fall in tampere. I stood six foot nine the moment I was seen. golden locks that never tangled. eyes the shade of frozen lakes under moonlight. and across my skin: not wounds, not flaws - but burnmarks shaped like holy symbols, as if light itself kissed me too long. they marked me different from the beginning.

the other children felt it. said my presence was “too warm.” not in the way of a friend’s hand or a mother’s smile - but like breath caught in the throat, like standing too close to something that should not be touched. some cried near me. some stared. none stayed. but ice welcomed me. the cold did not fear me. it called me home.

　

III. THE REMEMBRANCE OF ICE　　I found hockey not through chance, but through a moment outside time. skates laced themselves. the puck found its orbit. and for the first time, my hands held something that wasn’t sacred - but still worthy. I played. I learned. not the way others did - I already knew. I remembered the motion from some past heaven. I remembered the symmetry of the game like scripture. as if I’d played long before humans ever dreamed of it. they say I started in tampere. they are not wrong. I stayed there because the team understood structure. they knew how to win without rage. they knew how to fight with grace.

　

IV. THE SHIELD　　but then… petteri.

he played elsewhere. but I felt him before I knew his name. he is the shield to my sword. I came to espoo because he was there. because something in him glowed different. because when he moved in the crease, the air calmed. because he looks at me like he doesn’t fear what I am. and I- I have known his soul since before it was born. I watched it shape itself in the quiet between stars. I saw it touch the veil. and now that he wears pads and speaks like a mortal, now that he stands beside me in the tunnel and does not look away, I think I understand what love could be. not like the way heaven loves its soldiers. not like orders. not like praise. but love - the mortal kind. confusing. hot. real. I am still god’s favorite. but sometimes I think petteri might be mine.

　

V. THE LINE　　they gave me jersey #93. I wear it like a warning. they say there’s something unnatural about me. that my aura feels like burning air, like heat before a thunderclap. but I do not mean harm. Iam only here to guard the blue line. and when it ends - if it ever ends - I will return to silence. but if he reaches for me, if he says stay-

I will not ascend. not yet.

　

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🪽　𝒱alo 𝒮ariel

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random little thought I have had for a little bit ... so like, I think it is so cool when people, including myself, have niche as FUCK drs, I donʼt know, itʼs pretty fire if you ask me 🤞🤞 like wdym my dr is literally just a popular show from back in 2018 ish 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

　

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　　 day　　7　　　　　—　　　　　letter　　“ g ”

　　 dr:　　skam　italia　dr　　!!

　　 misc:　　yapping about this dr again,, 💔🥀

　

　

𖥔 sicily, summer 2019 . . .

— we promised we’d do something big after exams. no stress, no panic, no half-burnt toast. just sun, saltwater, and all of us together with nowhere to be. so we flew south - me, gio, elia, luca - into the golden heat of sicily, the kind that makes you sweat through your shirt and still want to dance.

we rented a tiny, chaotic airbnb near the beach. slept on pull-out couches and floor mattresses, rotating who got the broken fan. every morning was loud: half of us shirtless, yelling about who smoked the last bits of the weed, the other half already running to get cornetti and espresso like they were on some holy mission.

days were for the beach - hot sand and blinding light and elia nearly drowning trying to impress girls. we swam, played beach football, got into actual arguments over who packed what sunscreen. my phone was full of blurry photos: luca holding three gelati like trophies, gio midair off a rock, me and nì tangled up in a sun-drenched selfie that still makes me grin like an idiot.

nights? that’s when it really started. cheap beer and even cheaper wine. colorful cocktails that tasted like vacation. hitting bars where the music shook the walls, dancing like we were invincible. sometimes we split off - elia trying (and failing) to flirt, gio and luca having some deep talk on a balcony somewhere. but me and nì? we always ended up back together. always.

we kissed under streetlights and made jokes about the moon. we sat with our feet in the sea at 3am, pretending we weren’t tipsy. I gave him the last bite of every granita I ordered. he braided a flower chain into my curls and said, sei tutto ciò che mi serve.

and maybe that’s cheesy. maybe we were loud and annoying and sunburnt and full of too much beer.

but it felt like the kind of summer you replay for years.

it felt like us.

　

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　　 day　　6　　　　　—　　　　　letter　　“ f ”

　　 dr:　　skam　italia　dr　　!!

　　 misc:　　yes, that IS about my home reality, and yes, I AM talking about niccolò ...

　

　

𖥔 summer . . .

— warm smiles, soft features, dark curls that catch the light like a boy written for golden hours

　

𖥔 beaches . . .

— not just for the view, but because he is one: stunning, calming, unforgettable. he looks at me like the sea does - steady and endless

　

𖥔 coffee . . .

— because the first time I ever woke up in his bed, in the home he shared with his parents, he brought it to me - nervous, gentle, his

　

𖥔 music . . .

— but specifically “buon viaggio (share the love)” by cesare cremonini, because that was playing the night he finally came to stay. because it played while I laid on our bed of a school break cabin (with my friends) and thought, this is it. this is everything.

　

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　　 misc:　　I have yet to talk abt this dr, and so I am ...

　

𖥔 early morning skates with kivi that smell like cold pine and fresh ice and the wood of a stick that’s been taped too many times. the rink’s still waking up. it’s just us.

𖥔 that perfect moment after a win, when the whole team taps my helmet and we all scream and headbonk and the arena is so LOUD it feels like flying.

𖥔 team dinners, warm drinks, shared fries. laughter echoing in places we don’t usually let our guards down. it’s cozy. it’s real.

𖥔 the way someone always hugs me when I feel like I’ve failed. even if I yell or spiral or go silent — someone’s there.

𖥔 sharing space with aron like it’s always been that way. rooms. buses. benches. thoughts. sometimes I talk too much and he just listens. it’s enough.

𖥔 calling this team, this rink, this jersey home. like it was always meant to be.

𖥔 the way i tap my stick a few times before every game, test the ice in front of the crease, and spin around the net to make sure it feels right. it’s my ritual. it means it’s time.

　

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　　𝒴OUTUBER / STREAMER DR

　　　　　 5　things　I　love　about　this　dr.

　

#01 𖥔 my s/o . . .

kyle alessandro. that’s it. that’s the post.

heʼs my stupid singer boyfriend and I am so painfully obsessed with him. weʼve known each other since we were tiny — literal childhood sweethearts — and now? he flies me out to his shows. he brings me flowers. he writes me music. we play games together like it’s nothing. he says cheesy things. I blush every time. we’re in love. like in LOVE love.

　

#02 𖥔 my career . . .

I get to do what I love. I talk about my favorite sports on stream, I ramble about tennis or hockey lore, and chat eats it up. somehow people care about the things I care about. it never stops being unreal to me.

　

#03 𖥔 my friends . . .

most of the 25 esc participants are my closest friends and it's just. joy. jj is my bff and drama confidant. hálfdán and matthías are minecraft server cryptids. sissal and miriana have been hearing me rant about kyle since before he kissed me. we hang out all the time. we meet up constantly. itʼs real, it’s loud, it’s everything.

　

#04 𖥔 my fanbase . . .

thw art. the edits. the weird little songs. I LOVE it all. and they’re so kind about my relationship with kyle too??? like, they just get it. they support me for me and not just because of who I’m dating. that means everything.

　

#05 𖥔 freedom . . .

no more worrying about money. I get to live, travel, play, and be, without that weight on my chest. I make more than enough from twitch and youtube. I can do what I love and exist how I want. that kind of security is wild. I don’t take it for granted.

　

tags　　@miainbetween @rumitome @saturnshifts @str18ll

𝑅𝐸𝐵𝐿𝒪𝒢 𝒜𝒩𝒟 𝒞𝒪𝑀𝑀𝐸𝒩𝒯 𝒞𝐻𝒜𝐿𝐿𝐸𝒩𝒢𝐸

𝒮𝐻𝐼𝐹𝒯𝐵𝐿𝑅 𝐻𝒜𝒮…

Once again become a negative cycle of toxicity, drama, and not enough kindness and focus on our own drs.

I am not here to point fingers or place blame but simply redirect that energy back into our own shifting journeys because at the end of the day, no one lives your life but you.

either comment or reblog five things in your dr you love and why! I’ll go first-

Thai tea and Matcha lattes - Ik this is kinda two in one but stay with me! I scripted that everything tastes so much better in my drs so just the thought of drinking these on a humid summer day is actually making my mouth water 🫦

Fashion, Fashion, Fashion - I grew up loving bratz and monster high dolls so naturally my love for fashion grew with it. I don’t really have a specific style in all my drs, it varies from coquette to fairy kei to trashy y2k, i just love and can’t wait to wear all these looks!!

My dads - In my mha dr, my dads are Aizawa and Yamada! I actually love them so much and I love their relationship with each other and the kids in class 1-a along with eri. Especially aizawa (all the dadzawa fics got to me) since i script me and him have daddy-daughter dates with eri!

My room - Guys this might be my favorite one. My room in my mha is like the pastel otaku girl rooms with five thousands figures of madoka and homura as well as fnaf posters😻 i have my own tv in my room and as someone who doesn’t have a bathroom connected to my room here, having it there was a must!!

Peace of mind - Life in my dr is definitely hectic but simply the fact that i’m there, that it is real, that after so long and so many dr hopping eras, i did it. i can actually be a teenage girl and do things with people my age instead of bedrotting, i will be whole.

@livingmydreamlife5555 @ayasemakoto @cloudimahi @girlberrie @startnewgame-pt2 @bunnisreality @shiftinghoesblog @shiftingsoup @rumitome @nanasrealities @astr0-mel @strawbblinaa @strawberryicedcookies

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　　 dr:　　youtuber　/　streamer　dr　　!!

　　 misc:　　esc has always loomed over that dr for me,,

　

　

𓆩 𓆪 𖥔 johannes pietsch (jj) . . .

— every time some new drama starts, I end up texting jj like, “do I actually come across the way they say i do?” and he just sends back some cursed blurry selfie and says “yeah but not in a dangerous way.”

and like. i know people don’t know me personally, I do. but it still sucks — watching strangers online fully mischaracterize me like i’m out here scheming?? like I didn’t spend half my life loving kyle before we even touched hands in public.

it started when my ex, who swore there was no bad blood between us, commented “interesting.” under our soft launch post. and people just ran with it. like they forgot he lies for fun.

now the internet’s acting like I’m some manipulative clout-chaser who’s going to break their favorite singer’s heart, when I’m literally just… me. a guy who streams dumb games and cries at kyle’s lyrics.

I’m not a red flag. I’m just visibly in love.

　

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　　 dr:　　fashion　designer　dr　　!!

　　 misc:　　I am a HUGE fan of dogs, ok ...

　

lino　　cane corso. the oldest, the anchor, the one who watches over the pack like a gentle war general. doesn’t bark unless absolutely necessary — his silence is law. eyes that have seen things (like you crying at 3am on the kitchen floor), and he’s decided Iʼm still worthy. sleeps curled at my feet like he’s guarding the gates of a dreamworld. giant head. massive paws. softest heart. everyone calls him “the good boy” and he knows. he’s not above stealing an entire loaf of bread when no one’s watching, though.

　

affogato　　lagotto romagnolo. mid-growth menace. has the soul of a 19th-century poet and the zoomies of a caffeinated toddler. loves puddles. absolutely soaked, always. covered in leaves by noon. his fur never dries fully no matter what I do. does little whines when he wants attention but plays it off like he’s too cool to cuddle. extremely dramatic when someone else gets praised. he will sigh and walk out of the room like I broke his heart. curly little water rat with a shakespeare complex. impossible not to love.

　

capri　　nova scotia duck tolling retriever. the baby. the chaos gremlin. thinks the world is a game and every sock is a treasure. yips when excited. bounces instead of walking. tail moves faster than thought. looks like an angel, acts like a raccoon in a glitter factory. follows me everywhere. always a little damp from unknown sources. somehow always finds the ONE patch of mud in a ten-mile radius. doesn’t understand “no” yet. gives the best accidental therapy cuddles. future star. present handful

　

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　　 day　　2　　　　　—　　　　　letter　　“ b ”

　　 dr:　　love　island　dr　　!!

　　 misc:　　went w/ friend of mine (@miainbetween) !!

　

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Hey, just wanted to let you know that femc4l-l0ser person is like an actual terf. As in, calling people “moids” type terf. Just fyi.

　

literally thank you for telling me tangenonnie 🍊, I was not actually aware that they are, well.. quite the bigot && shit. who would have thought that people who believe in the multiverse would literally be against trans people. thank you for bringing this to my attentuon, they have been blocked already, but thank you, again !!

　

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　　 dr:　　multiple　drs　　!!

　　 misc:　　can you tell I love italian music chat ,,

　

　

#01 𖥔 la banalità del mare . . . 𓆩 pinguini tattici nucleari 𓆪

— this is SUCH a summer song i actually want to cry 😭 like it’s light and warm but also a little tragic and that is exactly how rafa luciani fell in love. me & my s/os (joost, jere & tomas 🫶) met in the summer and it was supposed to be fun?? just flirtation, just heat & cocktails & rooftop kisses — but it turned into something too real too fast.

the line “ti commuove la banalità del mare” ?? yeah. they all fit that chorus. they’re what makes ordinary things feel like magic. even if the city burned down, we’d still find each other. it’s that kinda love.

　

#02 𖥔 chiedimi come sto . . . 𓆩 marco mengoni & bresh 𓆪

— ok LISTEN. this song makes me feel like I’m standing under a spotlight and nobody knows I’m about to cry 😭 it’s so artem-coded it’s insane. like I’m the golden boy of ukraine, the skater everyone loves, but no one ever really asks if i’m okay ?? and then there’s daniil (aka singer of ziferblat aka most emotionally dangerous man alive) who just knows without saying anything ??? yeah. it’s literally about me pretending I’m fine and him writing entire songs that say “I see you.”

it’s quiet & tired & soft and hurts in all the right places. the lyric about fear being like the sea in the mojave desert??? shut up. that’s me. this is our song whether he knows it or not .

　

#03 𖥔 girasoli . . . 𓆩 emanuele aloia 𓆪

— okay so. this is 100% my youtuber / streamer dr with elio solberg (aka me) and kyle alessandro (aka boy I’ve loved since we were like. nine). it’s the way this song sees love — it’s not loud or dramatic, it’s just there, in how he looks at me, how he’s always looked at me. the sunflower metaphor?? HELLO?? it’s literally his eyes. he has that golden, glowing, devastatingly kind thing about him.

this song is so yearning-coded it makes my chest ache. it’s about still choosing each other, even after all the distance, even after we grew up. we’re streaming side by side now, but the love has been there since day one 🥹🌻

　

#04 𖥔 buon viaggo (share the love) . . . 𓆩 cesare cremonini 𓆪

— no bc this is so my baker / barista dr with matteo sorrentino (aka meee) and nemo mettler 🥹🧡 this song has the exact vibes we do — like sweet mornings, soft kisses over flour-dusted counters, and planning little getaways just to be in love somewhere new. it’s gentle and a lil silly and soooo romantic without even trying ???

the whole energy is like “as long as it’s with you, i’ll go anywhere,” and that’s exactly how we are. it’s not big dramatic passion — it’s real, cozy love. the kind that smells like espresso and feels like forever.

　

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　　ℱASHION DESIGNER DR

things　that　make　sense　in　my　fashion　designer　dr.

　

I.　i smell like citrus and coconut,

like the kind of heartbreak you only

feel in july, after a kiss in a warm car

with the windows down.

　

II.　I live in a space thatʼs 30% home, 70%

studio, and 100% altar. to velvet, to lace,

to the curve of a boy’s jawline, to the soft

violence of love.

　

III.　I speak three languages but the one I

use most is touch — of gold chain against

skin, of whispered jokes in collarbones, of

notes written in fabric.

　

IV.　my boyfriends don’t orbit me. I orbit

them — like I am tethered by thread and

scent and the way jere looks at me like I

am a storm he walked into on purpose.

　

V.　joost leaves his rings on my nightstand

like a threat and a prayer. I wear them when

I design. everything I make feels like it’s been

kissed.

　

VI.　tomas texts me photos of the sea and

doesn’t say a word. I always know what he

means. some people speak waves, not words.

　

VII.　I am a poet with scissors. I cut fabric

like it’s a confession. I stitch my love into

every seam.

　

VIII.　everyone thinks I am the loud one.

they haven’t heard what I sound like when I

am adored.

　

IX.　my mirrors are framed in old flowers.

my sketchbooks smell like vanilla and the ocean.

everything I touch remembers me.

　

X.　I dream in suncream, stage smoke, and

the ache of applause. I was not made for quiet.

I was made for longing.

　

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　　𝒦NIGHTS DR

interview　w/　overall　picks　#1　&　#4.

the media room is sharp and busy — gold-and-black backdrop, rows of lights, nameplates waiting for two players who just turned destiny into reality. illian and jakob walk in. they sit side by side, their jerseys folded neatly in front of them.

illian’s hand hovers over jakob’s as he sits. jakob’s fingers tense slightly, but don’t move away.

　

　

MODERATOR:　Weʼll take questions now for Illian Lainevuori and Jakob Ihs‑Wozniak. Please state your outlet.

REPORTER 1 (The Athletic):　Illian, being the first goalie drafted first overall in years — what emotions are you feeling right now?

ILLIAN:　(deep breath) Relief. It’s validation. (pause) For years, I skated when no one was watching. Took every extra rep. Every cold sunrise in Linköping. But you don’t do it for the spotlight — you do it because itʼs you. Today just confirms that.

　

REPORTER 2 (Sportsnet):　Jakob, you were picked 4th overall right behind Illian. How significant is it to join him in Vegas?

JAKOB:　(smiles softly) It means everything. We met on Team Sweden — national juniors — and I remember thinking, “This goalie’s going to be something.” To now skate to the same city? It feels like fate.

ILLIAN:　We’re riding the same current. Doesn’t need to be explained.

　

REPORTER 3 (TSN):　Shared presser is rare — usually it’s just the top pick. Why do you think Vegas decided to do this for you two?

ILLIAN:　We’ve developed together — spent seasons on the same national teams, pushed each other in training. And today… well, it’s just fitting.

JAKOB:　It’s how we work. Two pieces of a puzzle.

　

REPORTER 4 (VGK Insider):　A photo from your U20 warmup went viral: Jakob holding Illian’s helmet, both laughing. Were you aware of it, and what’s the story there?

ILLIAN:　I didn’t know it went viral. (pause, I glance at Jakob) But I remember that night. Columbus. We’d just won our quarterfinal. I asked for my helmet, Jakob handed it to me with this big grin. I think something in me… softened then.

JAKOB:　I just saw him celebrate like that and thought, that is why he's a goalie. It stuck.

　

REPORTER 5 (ESPN):　Jakob, Illian mentioned something about instincts before titles. When did you know you were meant to go pro?

JAKOB:　Let’s see… maybe last season, during that breakaway drill in Linköping. Illian crushed a glove save, spun me the puck, and said, “Beat me now.” I tried. He smirked. (laughs) I realized then: I want to be the one standing beside him, not behind him.

　

REPORTER 6 (NHL.com):　Last question — off-ice, what are you most looking forward to in Vegas?

ILLIAN:　Sunlight. Warm ice in winter. And late-night drives with Jakob.

JAKOB:　Discovering their coffee game? Mine’s a bit Finnish.

ILLIAN:　(I laugh) I’ll teach him how to make it right.

　

　

the lights dim, the flashes stop. the both of us stand. without words, I brush jakob’s hand, jakob meets my eyes.

it almost means something.

but for now, it just means: this is the start.