☆Alec☆

cisn't ☆i believe i'm a vampire (i'm a goth)☆ they/them, multifandom (mainly tsc)

[aleswiftgron]

Sounds about right

[medrawawi]

[aleswiftgron]

We have an official ship name, i’ll miss KitTy but it’s true that all posts on the # were cats :/

[medrawawi]

[angel-mistakes]

Friends Find Out fic idea Shane and Ilya get HAMMERED at the same bar after a Metros vs Raiders game. It's not something either of them plan on and it's definitely a sight to see-- especially for their friends Marleau/JJ & Hayden. It's bizarre to see the two hockey rivals getting along, although everyone believes it to be due to the amount of alcohol the two have consumed through the night. It's funny until they start trying to get them home. Shane and Ilya become like a pair of traumatized, bonded kittens. They won't let go of each other, refusing to leave the other to make it home. Demanding they be taken together.

Eventually their friends carpool in Hayden's SUV but even that comes with trouble, Ilya insisting he stay the night at Shane's rather than the hotel. Shane's on board with the sleepover idea and before they can even put a stop to it, Ilya and Shane are making it inside Shane's house when the car parks. The hopes of ushering Ilya out of Shane's home are crushed when Ilya lands on the couch, looking right fucking at home and dragging Shane to sit down with him.

The guys look at each other at a loss for what to do-- knowing their friends are going to be embarrassed knowing how touchy they've been with their sworn enemy. Shane and Ilya are demanding the others leave now they're home but their friends are refusing. The pair grow more and more agitated before Shane slurs out, "fine, fuck it" and then starts mauling Ilya on the couch. It's a devouring, sloppy kiss. The two don't care for the audience they have-- they seem to be doing it out of spite because of their friends not leaving like they asked. When they start fumbling for each other's shirts that's when their friends snap out of their shock and pull them away from each other, thinking it's just drunken mistakes.

There's an agreement this is something they'll all have to keep secret, especially when it seems that Ilya and Shane don't recall anything from last night when they wake up in the morning-- Ilya waking in his hotel room with Marley, Shane in his house with Hayden and JJ.

[rainbow-femme]

Oh shit wait ok

So one year for charity different pro athletes get asked to participate in a live game based on one of those “how well do you know your partner” games but instead it’s “how well do you know your rival” and participating means you get to raise money for a charity of your choice and obviously Shane and Ilya want to promote the Irina Project so they agree and go up against other current famous rivals from other sports

And Shane and Ilya discuss ahead of time that obviously they’ll have to just play things off as they usually do, light hearted chirps back and forth and what not, “winning” is just for the show and won’t impact how much money gets made for their charity so it doesn’t matter. Except then they get there and become overtaken by the need to Win and Be the Best and they are the best. So without needing to discuss changing the plan, as soon as the questions start they lock in and decide that actually they have to demolish everyone else

The other rivals are laughing and making jokes at the questions but Shane and Ilya are deadly serious and the host starts to get a little weirded out by the fact that they actually know the answers and aren’t just saying things like “how many goals last season? Probably one less than me haha” and actually have each others stats memorized

Because the audience is loving it they go to a lightning round that’s just Shane and Ilya and it’s now the usual couple game questions and they’re still getting them right because they can make excuses for knowing later, right now is about Winning

“What is Shane’s favorite breakfast?”

“Kale protein shake with a scoop of peanut butter and a handful of blueberries.”

“Ok um, what is Ilya’s favorite breakfast?”

“Two sausage egg McMuffins with an extra slice of cheese and hashbrowns.”

“What is something on Shane’s bucket list?”

“Sleeping in one of those see through igloos under the northern lights.”

“What is something on Ilya’s bucket list?”

“That thing where you feed giraffes at a zoo.”

“Ok last one. I think we all know Shane’s answer is former paramour Rose Landry, but who do you think is the most famous person Rozanov has ever slept with is?”

*through teeth gritted so tight he is in danger of chipping one* “Probably a model. Or something.”

“… Yeah, let’s go with that.”

Years later when they’re out Shane reshares the clip and the only non-PR approved thing he says on the matter is “It was me, by the way. I am the most famous person Rozanov has ever slept with.”

[asahiyumemi]

Can we talk again about how queer joy and hope are really needed right now? How the GC series, with all it's flaws, is oh so important for a lot of people?

The pride in Paris have been cancelled this weekend (third year in a row thar they were trying to do so, first year that they manage to do it) and people that dared to march have been repressed by policemen and threaten in order to make them hide their flags. A policeman told them "the repression time has come". In the US, trans people suicidal rate have gone up of 74% the past year. In oh so many countries, queer rights are disapearing.

A lot of people are scared in the world. A lot of queer people. Of POC people. Of disabled people. And so on.

But hope is a powerful thing. It makes joy possible. And it makes everything worth fighting for.

We need more HR. More hope. More joy. More pride.

And we need it now more than ever.

We shouldn't have to feel fear over being ourselves.

Don't forget that the closet kills too. It does so in silence. But it does.

And that's why it is one of the multiple topics that TLG explore.

[aleswiftgron]

I am gonna DIEEEEE

[aleswiftgron]

Ilya Rozanov circa. 2016

(Although he IS kissing a boy that’s passive)

[aleswiftgron]

Norwegian gays: the curtains are yellow or smth

Swedish gays: close the fuckn curtains 😐

[derrygirlsgifs]

"It's okay. I can wait." Erin Quinn and James Maguire DERRY GIRLS (2018 - 2022)

[thereosobsessions]

[sugurugetos]

DERRY GIRLS — 3.01: The Night Before (2022)

[popcorn-milk]

my favorite part of derry girls was just how accurately it portrayed being a normal person in a time of crisis. obviously the events in derry are very much real and ireland has experienced decades of political conflict, and this DOES impact the main characters in a lot of ways, but they still also…. go to school. worry about their friends and birthday parties and being together. because they’re just teenage girls (+ james) and that resonated with me a lot, especially now

[aslongasitsblack]

Lately Ilya has spent ninety percent of his time thinking about Shane Hollander. This is a low estimate. And something he would never acknowledge to himself, or even consciously realise or conceptualise of.

Shane on his knees. Shane on his hands and knees. Shane and him fucking in front a fireplace with Shane riding him slowly while they’re sat up chest to chest, real romantic shit. Shane’s mouth open and plush. Shane begging for it. Shane crying for it. Shane saying his name. Shane saying goodbye. Shane saying hi. Shane’s eyes and his neck and his baby rabbit soft ears and his strong forearms. The bend of his elbow. Taking Shane to some stupid resort in the Bahamas or something where they would just lie in a private cabin in the middle of the ocean and hold hands and sunbathe and have cocktails appear in their hands. Where Shane would let him have him on every surface. He thought about Shane’s eyes and his eyebrows and the space between his eyebrows that would crinkle when Ilya said something to rouse him on purpose. The way Shane said what. The way he said what do you mean. All earnest like all honest and vulnerable. The way Shane could look at him in a way that made Ilya feel like he was being pierced through the skin. He wanted to lie awake and watch Shane sleep and whisper just loudly enough that it was heard by the world. I would die for you I would die for you I would I would. Shane holding a baby. Shane’s trim waist roped with muscle, Ilya’s big hand wrapped around it. Mine, mine, mine. Shane’s shoulders and back, rippling through water. Shane drinking a glass of water. Shane drinking a glass of beer. Shane wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Shane’s pinched brow. Making out with Shane open mouthed. Fucking Shane up against a wall. In fact, every surface became a place he could fuck Shane. Every song became about Shane. Every conversation thread had by other people something he could spin into Shane.

It got so bad he simply had to talk to someone about it. Luckily Marley had just met some new chick of the month as well and it was easy to transpose Shane onto some nebulous type girl. They weren’t super sharey in general so he kind of got away with being unspecific, never saying a name. Just any excuse to talk about him. They traded lovesick comments between them like tween girls and sexual fantasies like perverse men. He never said the truly damning shit out loud though. It was just a pressure release. A way to keep from exploding, saying the wrong thing at the wrong time to the wrong person.

Ilya imagined taking Shane into his arms rough and ready in the doorway and saying I missed you. Did you miss me? And Shane admitting I missed you and Ilya would get to smirk into Shane’s smiling mouth and Shane would be overcome with it and kiss him like he was air. Shane in shorts. Shane in briefs. Shane in a jock. Shane completely naked in his bed. Waking up to find Shane naked in his bed. Returning from a shower to find Shane naked in his bed. Returning from practice to find Shane naked in his bed. All dark hair and sweet eyes, sheets tangled around his limbs and hands grabbing at nothing, grabbing for Ilya. Shane and him touching chest to chest with nothing in between. Shane holding him under the covers. Shane complaining that the carrots are overcooked. Or the glass isn’t clean enough. Or the fabrics not organic.

Everytime he stopped at a red light while driving he imagined Shane sliding into the passenger seat, smiling and saying “Hi” shyly before throwing himself over Ilya, Shane’s lips all over his face and neck, hands running like water, and Ilya would chuckle and say “Okay easy. Easy now” which was ridiculous because it was Ilya’s fantasy and so he was the one making Shane act like this. And he would say “I missed you, did you miss me?” and Shane would murmur “Well, obviously” and Ilya would feel like a fucking lottery winner for affecting the man who can’t be moved, for making him admit to his being moved. Shane wearing his hat backwards. Shane blushing from the bridge of his nose to his belly button. Shane folded in half gasping and moaning into Ilya’s mouth. Shane across from him at a cafe or a restaurant or in the seat next to him at a bar. He would know exactly what to order for Shane, for Shane to roll his eyes and then say thank you and Ilya would say show me how thankful you are and Shane would roll his eyes and kiss him even though there were people around.

All things absurd and mundane. But if you asked him, even to himself, he would’ve responded he spent minimal amounts of time thinking about Hollander.

The only thing better than thinking about Shane was having him. Real and in the flesh it was like a dream. No, not like a dream. Like everything made sense. Like waking up. Again, this was yet far from a conscious observation.

[redwinerozanova]

the shane by fleetwood mac

[fellshish]

hi we are on the post apocalypse bus together can we hold hands