Fanfiction is insane. You can write porn so good you make friends.
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we're not kids anymore.

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Fanfiction is insane. You can write porn so good you make friends.
you are allowed to outgrow the version of yourself everyone else got comfortable with
ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to deny location sharing and turn off personalized ads and reject all non-essential cookies and not set up siri and face ID
No, like, I know we all get it but that scene where they're heading to the cottage is actually so insane because they've had seven years of hotel rooms and bottling up their emotions and only ever spending time together long enough to hook up and, even then, only when they happened to be in the same place. Now suddenly Ilya is here and he took a plane with the express purpose of seeing Shane and they're in his car and it's a two hour drive so for the first time ever they are just talking without sex being the immediate goal or what just preceded it. That's two hours of just existing in each other's company. That's two hours more than they've ever had before and it's just the prelude to two weeks and Ilya takes his hand and admits that he's nervous because this is so new and they've both wanted it for so long and, you don't understand, I'm going to cry.
his 🤏 little face (pt 2: ep5)
rushing to be together and then absolutely trying everything possible to slow time to stay together 
i would like to officially thank sesame for its seeds, its oil, and of course its street
fall in love again and again...
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That was delicious. I genuinely don't think I've seen anyone line up those scene parallels so well before. This was a perfect snapshot of every branch, rock, and mattress they hit on their way down
i think one of the reasons that heated rivalry has been so successful is because everyone involved with it is so fucking proud of what they created. like there’s zero embarrassment or shame about how sexual it is or how queer it is and it’s just such a breath of fresh air
The difference is that jealous Ilya looks homicidal while jealous Shane looks suicidal
This is killing me omf
In Your Heart Shall Burn
I think about the Inquisitor stumbling through that mountain pass, desperately searching for any survivors, a very normal amount.
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you have to stay alive. you're going to be such a beautiful middle aged freak. young freaks will see you in the street and know that things can be okay.
I was 22 when I got my first bookstore job, and at the time my entire experience of "old people" was my grandparents, none of whom had been particularly healthy, and none of whom I was close with. To my young eyes, all they did was sit around and be old. That was life after 60.
The owner of the bookstore was this grand old dame of 76 who had been in the business for 40 years. She'd had three kids with a husband who was extremely gay, and as soon as those were old enough, they split up. She read on an epic scale, was an avid follower of the opera, sang in several choirs, and scheduled arts programming for a private club. She had gentleman callers (so they styled themselves) at the store continuously the entire fifteen years I worked there--yah, into her NINETIES. She never took up seriously with any of them, because they couldn't keep up. She was impeccably dressed and put together every single day of her life, drank regularly, and said they would pry her estrogen supplements out of her cold, dead hands. She had a gang of elderly single lady friends, though, and they went out every night of the week. They knew everything and everyone, collectively. She got her first smart phone in her mid-80s and became extremely Online. I bet she's on Tumblr now. She is 96.
This blew my mind. Life didn't have to be over...ever.
We worship youth in our culture. Only the young have futures, and the aged exist to enable the lives of the young. We act as if by the time you hit forty, you've had your chance. You are now expected to step aside and scede life to others.
FUCK THAT. I have a lot of life ahead of me. I have places to go and books to read and people to fuck and food to eat and music to dance to and emotions to feel and nazis to punch and stories to tell and hearts to break and ventures to capitalize and empires to conquer. I am going to be doing this for the next fifty years, minimum.
Life has so much in it. Do it all, forever.