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spirit: stallion of the cimarronatural strikes again
MY NEW FAVOURITE EDIT!!! THIS IS HILARIOUS!!!
Mr. Hollander what are you doing here
they just don’t do any classic homophobic children moments like this anymore
There was really no winning that one
Shane & Ilya hanging out with Skip for unspecified reasons and the first time Kip teasingly says “girl!” to him about something, Shane just makes this face
Ilya when Kip calls him ‘girl’
don't talk to my about jlo i was there when it was written
can't stop thinking about how cas took dean's first prayer to be a sign of faith, a sign that the righteous man had accepted his role, and yet it wasn't god dean was praying to---it was cas
I could write a book on Emma and the fact the writers just wasted the potential (and that she was NOT past redemption). But that’s a rant for another day
Why does no one talk about the way Dean shuts down the implication he wouldn’t want her. Even being rightfully wary of her intentions and trying to wrap his head around this three day old teenager being his kid, he immediately stops the suggestion.
SPN writers when I catch you- 😭😭
Man I know Shane ruined Ilya's sleepover plans but he really made up for it in spades. I'm sorry I couldn't spend the night; please come to my house for two weeks. You bought me ginger ale; let me buy you Cokes and Doritos and water shoes. You made me a tuna melt; let me make you more burgers than we can eat. You asked me questions I didn't know how to answer; let me make sure you know I'm going to be as honest as I can. I'm sorry I got scared and ran away when you asked for more; let me stay up all night planning the rest of our lives.
happy birthday to #ourshane
draft age accurate shane hollander
connor storrie's stylists really said 'you da real art" and sent him to met gala
just cooked some bullshit
If I had a nickel for everytime I have had a crush in a man named Dean I would have 2 nickles blabla
Ilya stares at their bedroom ceiling. Laying awake after a stupid dream that made his heart race and his throat close up.
Beside him, Shane is sleeping soundly.
He should just let it be, let him sleep. But, the thing is- Shane made him promise. Promise to wake him up next time.
Which would just be dumb. And unneccesairy. Then we would both be awake, what is the point? But Shane had just repeated his request. Promise.
With a sigh, and quite a bit of shame clinging to him for what he is about to do, he turns and gently strokes over Shane's arm.
"Mh? Wha-?" Shane shifts onto his elbow to look around the dark room instantly. "Is it Anya? Is she throwing up again?"
The concern in Shane's voice over Anya (who had an upset stomach a month ago and they woke up to her retching) makes Ilya smile softly and push closer to him.
"No. Is me."
"You?" Shane's voice is rough from sleep and Ilya noses at his throat before he settles on his shoulder. "Yes."
"...Is your stomach okay?"
"Mhmh, all good. I had a nightmare."
"Oh." Warm arms wrap around him immediatly.
The way Shane squeezes him and presses several kisses against his hairline makes Ilya breathe out. Relieved that Shane's not annoyed with him. He knew he wouldn't be. Of course he wouldn't be. He made him promise to wake him. But, still.
"That sucks. Tell me about it?" The words are sleepily slurred together, which makes Ilya smile again.
"Mh. No." He turns his head slightly to place two pecks on Shane's chest, lingering on the second one. His hand sneaks under Shane's shirt and rubs over his stomach, a soothing back and forth. "Is all good now."
"Mh'okay." There is the slightest voice crack which makes Ilya's smile grow at the memory of Shane high as a kite on pain killers all those years ago.
"Glad you woke me up."
"Me too."