I’m hungover for the first time in about a decade but this fic and a sleeve of saltines is going to cure me, thank you Maris Crane!

Can Olivia and Elliot just survive the Great War already for fucks sake

99% sure I never actually fully learned how to use Twitter in 2 years, but I’m here now to brave a new app bc i can’t NOT experience the fate of EO right along side all of you