#oleksandrovych

[da-egg-carton]

MISHA AND TALIA AT THE AIRPORT ON MY HANDZ AND KNEES

my dears my loves my everythings

not big on backgrounds and i don’t want to try right now so they’re at the airport in spirit

[ocelotrevs]

There is an Undisputed Heavyweight Boxing Champion of the World.

HIs name is Oleksandr Oleksandrovych Usyk.

[dadsinsuits]

Ihor Terekhov

[thepastisalreadywritten]

It’s been a year since Russia invaded Ukraine, and the battle continues.

Military and civilian deaths and injuries on both sides have been estimated in the hundreds of thousands, and millions more Ukrainians have been displaced.

What set the stage for today’s conflict? Here’s a look back at the long, intertwined history of the contentious neighbors.

The two countries’ shared heritage goes back more than a thousand years to a time when Kyiv, now Ukraine’s capital, was at the center of the first Slavic state, Kyivan Rus, the birthplace of both Ukraine and Russia.

In A.D. 988, Volodymyr the Great, the pagan prince of Novgorod and grand prince of Kyiv, accepted the Orthodox Christian faith and was baptized in the Crimean city of Chersonesus.

From that moment on, Russian leader Vladimir Putin recently declared, “Russians and Ukrainians are one people, a single whole.”

Yet, over the past ten centuries, Ukraine has repeatedly been carved up by competing powers.

Mongol warriors from the east conquered Kyivan Rus in the 13th century.

In the 16th century, Polish and Lithuanian armies invaded from the west.

In the 17th century, war between the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth and the Tsardom of Russia brought lands to the east of the Dnieper River under Russian imperial control.

The east became known as "Left Bank" Ukraine; lands to the west of the Dnieper, or "Right Bank," were ruled by Poland.

More than a century later, in 1793, right bank (western) Ukraine was annexed by the Russian Empire.

Over the years that followed, a policy known as Russification banned the use and study of the Ukrainian language, and people were pressured to convert to the Russian Orthodox faith.

Ukraine suffered some of its greatest traumas during the 20th century.

After the communist revolution of 1917, Ukraine was one of the many countries to fight a brutal civil war before being fully absorbed into the Soviet Union in 1922.

In the early 1930s, to force peasants to join collective farms, Soviet leader Joseph Stalin orchestrated a famine that resulted in the starvation and death of millions of Ukrainians.

Afterward, Stalin imported large numbers of Russians and other Soviet citizens—many with no ability to speak Ukrainian and with few ties to the region—to help repopulate the east.

These legacies of history created lasting fault lines. Because Eastern Ukraine came under Russian rule much earlier than western Ukraine, people in the east have stronger ties to Russia and have been more likely to support Russian-leaning leaders.

Western Ukraine, by contrast, spent centuries under the shifting control of European powers such as Poland and the Austro-Hungarian Empire — one reason Ukrainians in the west have tended to support more Western-leaning politicians.

The eastern population tends to be more Russian-speaking and Orthodox, while parts of the west are more Ukrainian-speaking and Catholic.

With the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991, Ukraine became an independent nation. But uniting the country proved a difficult task.

For one, “the sense of Ukrainian nationalism is not as deep in the east as it is in west,” says former ambassador to Ukraine Steven Pifer.

The transition to democracy and capitalism was painful and chaotic. Many Ukrainians, especially in the east, longed for the relative stability of earlier eras.

"The biggest divide after all these factors is between those who view the Russian imperial and Soviet rule more sympathetically versus those who see them as a tragedy," says Adrian Karatnycky, a Ukraine expert and former fellow at the Atlantic Council of the United States.

These fissures were laid bare during the 2004 Orange Revolution in which thousands of Ukrainians marched to support greater integration with Europe.

On ecological maps, you can even see the divide between the southern and eastern parts of Ukraine—known as the steppes—with their fertile farming soil and the northern and western regions, which are more forested, says Serhii Plokhii, a history professor at Harvard and director of its Ukrainian Research Institute.

He says a map depicting the demarcations between the steppe and the forest, a diagonal line between east and west, bears a "striking resemblance" to political maps of Ukrainian presidential elections in 2004 and 2010.

Crimea was occupied and annexed by Russia in 2014, followed shortly after by a separatist uprising in the eastern Ukrainian region of Donbas that resulted in the declaration of the Russian-backed People’s Republics of Luhansk and Donetsk.

Today, the two countries find themselves in conflict yet again, fault lines that reflect the region's tumultuous history.

Portions of this article were originally published during the 2014 Crimean crisis. It has been updated to reflect current events.

[the-choir-inbox]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISCHA!!! 🥳🥳🥳🎁🎁🎁🎁🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉😘😘😘

Thank u all 4 the bday wishes :-) -Mischa

[the choir on tci may perpetually be the same age, it may not quite be august for them; but i suppose we could pretend, if only for a day. happy birthday, mischa oleksandrovych bachynsky!]

[4pplec0re]

mischa oleksandrovych drawing i did cuz i had him dye his hair in a roleplay server so he posted this on his insta

[enter-the-rickyverse]

pssstt… special request from @the-choir-inbox ….

i want to see my boy ricky bailey playing video games with misha oleksandrovych 😁😁😁😁 thank you oomf

i didn’t feel like cropping noel out 🙁

Here you go, friend!!

I gave them some Bad Egg merch

[als-notebook]

one dance

Mischa becomes bold, and offers Noel a dance. (I don’t know what kind of event they’re at, I just wanted them to dance together)

Mischa Oleksandrovych Bachinski stood at the party with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall casually. He wore a collared shirt and a dark blue tie, black dress pants, and black boots. His blazer was tied around his waist messily. He couldn’t quite remember what the formal party was even for, but he didn’t care to remember. All he knew is that he was required to go. Frankly, he was a bit annoyed. He didn’t really want to be here. But alas, here he was.

Mischa glanced casually to his left to a familiar face. It was Noel Oscar Gruber, who stood fidgeting with his hands. He wore his hair neatly done, as per usual, but unlike his typical fashion, he sported a black and red suit, neatly ironed out. He had thrifted it a week prior, Mischa knew, but you could hardly tell if it wasn’t for the mismatched shades of red of his tie and blazer.

Noel looked nervous, or perhaps a bit anxious, Mischa observed. After a few seconds of Mischa studying the boy, he looked over, meeting his eyes. Noel gave Mischa a friendly, sweet smile that made his stomach do all sorts of flips.

Mischa had suspected he might be developing a crush on Noel for a while now. He had tried to ignore it, but once he discovered his bisexuality, he knew for sure that it had to have been more than just a friend thing. He didn’t want to ruin what they had. So as he did with most things, he kept it to himself.

By now, Mischa was full-on staring at Noel. Noel waved a hand in front of his face. “You okay, Misch?” Misch. It was a simple nickname, but one he cherished every time he heard it. He would let Noel’s voice linger in his mind for as long as he could. He tried to swat the feeling away.

“Yeah. I am good,” he replied slowly. “I just… I thought you looked nice.” Mischa felt a bit daring tonight. A few compliments wouldn’t hurt, right? And he really did think he looked nice. Noel chuckled, picking at his chipped nail polish. “Ahh… Well, I would have chosen something a bit more… myself, I guess. But you know how it is.” Mischa did know what the boy meant—His mother was kind, but she tended to get worried about Noel. She didn’t want his self-esteem ruined by some immature teenagers. But little did she know, she was hurting Noel by not letting him express himself more than he ever would have been hurt by those teens making fun of it. He had trouble saying no to her, even then. Noel probably would have preferred an outfit a bit more extravagant. More unique. More… Noel.

“Well,” Mischa started, “I think the suit looks good on you.” Noel’s face flushed crimson and he smiled at Mischa even wider. Noel looked away, back to the crowd of tens under the dim, blue light. Mischa couldn’t help but smile at him, amused by his reaction. Noel looked so beautiful tonight, he thought. God, why wouldn’t these feelings go away? The comforting silence between the two lingered for a few moments that felt like eternity. A lovely, fuzzy eternity that Mischa never wanted to end.

“I wish I had someone to dance with,” Noel said casually, breaking the silence. Mischa took an abnormally shaky breath. His gaze finally left Noel, turning to the crowd, instead. Several couples had started to dance with each other. The songs became slower. The teens had become quieter.

“Maybe we can dance. Together,” Mischa said softly, his voice cracking in an uncharacteristically nervous tone. Noel glanced back at him. The lights turned red now, highlighting his warm brown eyes. They almost shimmered like sweet red wine.

“You would dance with me?” Noel asked, turning his body towards Mischa. 

“If you want to,” Mischa stuttered out. Was his accent a little more obvious, or was it just him? Did Noel also feel his blood rushing to his face so fast he might faint?

Noel smiled at him. A sweet smile, as if coated in honey. One that might make Mischa sick if he took it in all at once. His body was turned toward Noel, now, but he looked away, casually. He brought his hand to the back of his neck, which was cool from sweat. Mischa took his hand off of it, wiping it on his pant leg. “I’d love to dance with you. I didn’t know you could dance,” Noel said, a teasing tone in his voice. Mischa wore a crooked smile.

“Hah… Yes. My mother taught me.” When Mischa spoke of his mother, he usually had a sad tone to his voice. Tonight, he simply smiled, reminiscing. “That’s sweet,” Noel replied, tilting his head and studying Mischa’s face. Mischa looked back at him, once again meeting his eyes. Mischa held out his right hand to Noel, smirking playfully. “Shall we?”

Noel put his hand to his chest, grinning. “What a gentleman!” The other boy took Mischa’s hand, and Mischa pulled him closer. He put his left hand gently around Noel’s waist. Noel reached up, putting his right hand on Mischa’s shoulder. Noel looked at Mischa with an expression that could only be described as admiration. Mischa looked back at him longingly, as they began to step to the rhythm of the music. The lights changed to a lovely shade of lavender.

Occasionally, Mischa would let go of Noel’s waist and lift his hand in the air, prompting him to do a spin. When he turned back to Mischa, he fell right back into his hands, as if a puzzle, finally complete. Mischa couldn’t keep his eyes off of Noel. And it seemed neither could Noel keep his eyes off of Mischa.

Their sweet moment quickly became bitter at the sound of a boy muttering something under his breath.

Noel’s loving gaze shifted to a horrified one. He was like a deer in headlights. Noel looked over at the boy, still holding Mischa’s hand with his other hand on his shoulder. Mischa looked at Noel, and then the boy, confused. He had heard him whisper something, but he couldn’t quite make it out. 

Now, Mischa noticed that several other couples were staring at him and Noel as if they had two heads. He looked puzzled and confused. What could possibly be wrong with this? Noel looked around, almost in a panicked or embarrassed state. The normally confident boy suddenly seemed so… self conscious. Mischa looked at him, concerned. “Are you okay?” Noel didn’t reply to him, but rather addressed the third boy. “What did you just call me?”

The boy scoffed and rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to his friends. But he still glared at them briefly. Noel’s eyebrows furrowed, and he bit his bottom lip, looking back at Mischa. His eyes sparkled with dozens of emotions–some kind of mix of horror, humiliation, embarrassment, sadness, anger… Mischa’s eyes locked on his, soft and empathetic, even though he didn’t really understand what was going on. “Are you okay?” Mischa repeated, tightening his grip on Noel’s hand. “What did he say?” Noel frowned, his own grip loosening. “He called us–” Noel began, his voice quickly getting caught in his throat. Tears welled up in the other boy’s eyes, and he slipped away from Mischa, quickly leaving the room. “Noel?” Mischa said, defeated. His arms dropped to his sides, and he stared at the direction Noel left from, not really knowing what to do. He turned to look at the boy and his friends, frankly pissed off; “Fuck you, asshole.” He flipped them off, and they laughed at him mockingly as he walked away, unbothered by their extra torment. 

Mischa found Noel right outside, away from the crowds in the dark. He was crying. Mischa frowned, and set a hand on his shoulder, letting him know he was there. Startled, Noel sucked in a breath, turning to face Mischa. Despite his tears, Mischa still couldn’t help but find Noel so, so beautiful under the bright moonlight.

Noel sniffled and wiped his tears away with his sleeve. “I didn’t think you would follow me.” Mischa smiled sheepishly, almost amused Noel would think such a thing. “Of course I followed you,” he said, “I would follow you to the ends of the Earth.”

Noel stared at him, doe-eyed. The poet seemed shocked by Mischa’s words, almost befuddled he’d come up with something so romantic. “...That’s beautiful,” he remarked, now turning his body toward Mischa, his gaze still locked on him. Mischa brought his hand up to touch his neck, his face dusted a light vermillion. “It is true.”

The poet smiled finally, cocking his head. He reached out to Mischa, grabbing his wrist and sliding his hand into his. Mischa simply let it happen, truthfully becoming a bit flustered. He stared at Noel with all of the love in the world, as if they were the only two people on the planet now.

“I’m sorry I acted like that,” Noel said, a little embarrassed, “it wasn’t even that big of a deal. I guess it was just… the breaking point.” Mischa chuckled, bringing his hand up to swipe a tear from the other boy’s cheek. “Do not even worry about it. I get it.”

“When did you get so sweet?” Noel questioned with a smirk, teasingly. Mischa rolled his eyes playfully, and replied, “Something about poems and red roses.” Noel smiled even wider, ear to ear, his face looking awfully rosy. He looked at Mischa for a moment, and then came closer to him, pressing a kiss onto his cheek.

Mischa grinned like a little boy. He felt relieved, refreshed. For once, he felt like he wasn’t alone anymore.

[harri-etvane]

That is the sweetest thing oh my god 🥹

I do not need to write a three part fic about Vova in his glasses. I do not need to write a three part fic about Vova in his glasses--

I'm writing a three part fic about Vova in his glasses ok they're just too cute ;;

[panimoonchild]

Value your life, the best of us pay the highest price for it

On May 17, Lieutenant Colonel Denys Oleksandrovych Vasylyuk, Chief of Staff, First Deputy Commander of the Aviation Squadron, pilot of the 831st Tactical Aviation Brigade, was killed while performing a combat mission.

Since the beginning of the full-scale invasion, Denys has flown dozens of combat missions and is a full holder of the Order of Courage.

"Fearless and unbreakable. Denys loved his family, his life, his service, his own, our Ukrainian sky…" the 831st Tactical Aviation Brigade wrote on its Facebook page. Pilots do not die, they remain in the sky forever. Eternal honor and memory 🕯

Young and bright personalities die, while monsters of the modern world live to be 60 and even 80+. I am comforted by the news of the death of the Iranian president. I'll share something funny.

Now back to our reality.

You can help by supporting a fundraiser for electronic warfare equipment for the electronic warfare unit that protects Kharkiv and the region. A little less than 300 thousand UAH are left before the fundraiser closes. Support the right cause!

[capturedukrainians]

Region: Kherson Settlement: Kakhovka Full name: Skotar Oleg Oleksandrovych Date of birth: 20.11.1967 City of last residence: Pankeevska 118/121 Circumstance: They were taken by the Russian military

[da-egg-carton]

scratches chin. tci Misha and noel ? 😵 please

i don’t know what misha is explaining, but he seems very passionate about it

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

I will never get over the fact that VOLODYMYR OLEKSANDROVYCH ZELENSKYY CAN'T LOOK AT HIS WIFE WITHOUT FALLING IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN AND SHOWING IT ON HIS FACE

WE STAN A HUSBAND IN LOVE AND SHOWING IT TO THE WORLD

[master-john-uk]

25th January 1978 - President Volodymyr Zelenskyy, was born in Kryvyi Rih, Ukraine.

Volodymyr Oleksandrovych Zelenskyy is a Ukrainian politician and former comedian and actor who has served as the sixth and current President of Ukraine since 2019.

United we stand!

[mariacallous]

The Cabinet of Ministers of Ukraine dismissed all the country’s deputy defense ministers – including Hanna Maliar – during a meeting on Monday, Sept. 18.

Taras Melnychuk, the government's representative in the Verkhovna Rada, confirmed that this decision affected six deputy heads of the Ministry of Defense and the state secretary of the ministry.

Who exactly was fired?

The government dismissed:

Volodymyr Gavrylov – Deputy Minister of Defense of Ukraine

Rostyslav Zamlynsky – Deputy Minister of Defense of Ukraine

Hanna Maliar – Deputy Minister of Defense of Ukraine

Denis Sharapov – Deputy Minister of Defense of Ukraine

Andriy Shevchenko – Deputy Minister of Defense of Ukraine for European Integration

Vitaly Deinega – Deputy Minister of Defense of Ukraine for Digital Development, Digital Transformations, and Digitalization

"The Cabinet of Ministers of Ukraine also dismissed Vashchenko Kostyantyn Oleksandrovych from the post of State Secretary of the Ministry of Defense of Ukraine," Melnychuk wrote on his Telegram channel.

Why did the dismissals take place?

It is important to note that these dismissals are a standard procedure that occurs whenever the head of the ministry changes. Subsequently, the government either reassigns the dismissed deputy ministers or appoints new ones.

The former head of the ministry, Oleksiy Reznikov, was recently replaced by Rustem Umerov, triggering the latest development.

On Sept. 6, People's Deputy Oleksiy Goncharenko reported via Telegram that three deputy ministers of defense had submitted their resignations even before the appointment of Umerov.

According to Goncharenko, statements were submitted by Volodymyr Gavrylov, Vitaly Deinega, and Andriy Shevchenko. However, Deinega denied his resignation and announced that he would cooperate with the new minister.

"The new minister and I will resolve our differences, and then I will provide a comprehensive update. I believe that we both have expectations from each other, and it will take time for us to align our strategies," Deinega noted on Facebook.

But adding to the intrigue, Ukraiinska Pravda reported on Monday lunchtime that all deputies have written applications for resignation voluntarily after the request of Umerov and will not return to these positions.

A source close to the Ministry of Defense said “a complete update is underway.”

Umerov's reaction

In his Facebook post, Minister of Defense Umerov, said: "Reboot. We've started. We're working as usual. The rest of the news – later. Right now, the focus is on Rammstein."

Kyiv Post also inquired about the possibility of reappointing any of the dismissed ministers to which the press secretary of Umyerov responded: "There will be news on this matter later." 

[4pplec0re]

i've decided to give all of my designs middle names!

ocean piper o'connell-rosenberg constance katherine blackwood noel oscar gruber mischa oleksandrovych bachinski ricky bailey potts penny ophelia lamb