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Connor Storrie | XiOX Magazine (2023)
Hudson Williams and family at the 2026 Canadian Screen Awards on 31 May, 2026
If you take nothing else from this remember that Hudson Williams and Connor Storrie are proof that in a year your entire life could be different
"why can't they just be friends?" not in the homophobic sense, but in the "in your need to center romance in everything you are missing the whole point of the media in question" sense
HAPPY PRIDE MONTH !!! I hope you get so so much love poured into you all year ‘round but especially this month
One day at the cottage, Shane and Ilya wake up super early and they're both hard, so obviously they have lazy morning sex about it. Then they fall asleep and when they wake up again they go for round two, then a third one in the shower.
"Three rounds before breakfast," Shane comments while they're drying off. "That has to be a personal record."
As soon as he's said it, he and Ilya lock eyes, the same idea occurring to them both.
This is how they end up spending the whole day trying to wring as many orgasms out of each other as physically possible.
It's fun at first, a little bit aggressive in a playful way. They try out new positions and chirp each other ("That's five for me, try to keep up Hollander!") and just generally have a great time with it.
As it takes them longer and longer to get hard after each round, the mood shifts. They are nearly constantly touching and it should get to be too much, shouldn't it, but instead it's like something's been unlocked for them, a bottomless hunger kept at bay for years because they never had enough time to satiate it.
They have time now and they are gorging themselves. It's desperate, almost frenzied, and they're not even talking in between rounds anymore, too busy kissing every inch of each other they can reach.
Eventually, they start to get tired. They've been sore for hours and it's starting to get painful now, so again the mood shifts. The touches turn gentler. Ilya spoons Shane and fucks into him, hips just barely moving because it's painful for the both of them but neither one wants to stop.
That last round lasts forever and by the time they finally come, they're both crying. Shane turns around as soon as Ilya slips out of him, giving him the softest, most tender little kiss.
"I really don't wanna get up to shower," he mutters, the first clear words spoken by either of them in hours. "I don't know if I can even walk right now. This was a terrible idea."
Ilya laughs. "It was maybe not a good one," he agrees. "I think my dick might fall off."
"Mine too," Shane groans. He tucks his face in the crook of Ilya's neck, where he is warm and sticky with sweat. It would gross Shane out if he wasn't also sweaty all over. "At least we broke double digits."
"It was a worthy sacrifice."
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
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This has to be like an ancient relic or something
you all know im not one to bring up shane and ilya having kids so this is a special case but i just had the thought of them trying to figure out who will be the donor sperm and ilya is immediately like well obviously you. not even a question. and shane is like ummm... i thought we could at least discuss it and ilya is like shane you cannot be serious i am not passing on these fucked up genes to some poor fucking kid. It Will Be You
I know this is a silly question but I literally don't know anything about describing environments in writing as in weather or surroundings etc. When do you think it is most relevant to mention them?
I'm asking this as someone who has HARDLY EVER written anything before
HELLOOO!!! THIS ISNT A SILLY QUESTION AT ALL this actually one of the first things my lecturer taught us when i started my uni course!
Describing environments, weather and outfits is one of the trickiest things in a novel/fic because if done at the wrong moment it can take the reader out of the story and break the flow that a paragraph has, SO HERE ARE MY TIPS FOR WRITING SCENERY:
One of the most important things to think about when writing is that a reader is going to be entering a story with pre-conceived ideas and images of everything that will be mentioned inside it. E.g., if the author writes about a 'house' and its innards, the reader will often put in its place an image of a house from their own memories, because of this when an author goes out of their way to describe anything inside that house it will break the flow and immersion that the reader had.
To stop this, you want to describe as little as possible while retaining as much of your concept as you can. What this means, is you need to describe the "vibe" of a room and any important objects inside it.
Examples of this: "The room was cold, damp where rotten wallpaper sagged astray from each wall." Here, we know that the room has been abandoned/is in a state of disrepair, but the readers imagination is not hindered - they are still able to insert their own furniture and layout. The exception to this rule is as I mentioned previously, when an important object lies within the room.
Let's say that a messy room is important to a characters personality, or, that a character needs to pick up an item from a table, or interact with any kind of furniture (as most characters do.) Continue to use this rule, but add to it.
Example: "The room was cold, damp where rotten wallpaper sagged astray from each wall. It's contents, a sofa and a small coffee table, lay rotten with disuse; littered with scraps of old trash and food wrappings. 'Character-A' took a small, cautionary step forward and grabbed at a half melted piece of chocolate from atop of a couch cushion, a grimace settling across her face." Instead of bombarding the reader with a full paragraph description of the room at once, you are slowly feeding objects to them and telling them how they are supposed to feel about the environment. Without hindering the readers imagination too much, you guide them into seeing the version of the room that you want them to.
A key thing to note is that you should always mention how light or dark a room is, as it sets the tone for an entire scene.
When it comes to outdoor environments, there is a lot more freedom to describe and explore your surroundings. Since being outdoors means a character is going to be in a much larger space with less semantic connotations, a reader is going to have a harder time inserting their own images into this environment.
There are two approaches you can take to describing an outdoor environment: The worldbuilding approach or the pathetic fallacy approach:
Example of worldbuilding: "I took a sharp breath, a cloud of condensation forming before my face. A crisp chill filled the air, carried along by dry, orange leaves that rattled across the pavement and stuck to the wet concrete." This scene suggests the story takes place in late autumn/fall or perhaps early winter, it has no relation to the main characters emotion and merely serves as an environmental tool to help the reader understand the time and place in which the story takes place.
Example of pathetic fallacy: "My nostrils flared as I let out a sharp breath, the air before my face fanning out into a sodden cloud. A crisp chill filled the air and sunk itself deep into my bones, it bit at the swollen skin beneath my eyes; delicate from tears freshly shed, and carried along with it dry, brown leaves that rattled across the pavement and stuck to the wet concrete." By connecting the weather to the main character, there is an inherent connection between it and their emotions. Pathetic fallacy uses the weather as a tool to set the mood for the main character. E.g., if it is storming then the reader will understand the main character is upset, if it is sunny the reader will understand that the main character is happy.
SOME IMPORTANT THINGS TO NOTE:
It is always relevant to describe the characters surroundings. There should be a description every time they enter a new room; how in-depth this description is should be dependent on how important the room/environment is to the story - if the room only appears once, then it isn't necessary to give it too much thought, but if it is a room that the character will enter multiple times then you want to be as descriptive as possible so that they can remember it when the character returns.
With creative writing, there are no rules; what I've said in this post isn't definitive and does not need to be followed, if you believe that your work would be best understood if you offered your audience an in-depth description of the environment (something that should most commonly be done if the surroundings are not 'common', i.e., a fantasy world or something wildly specific) then you shouldn't stop yourself from doing that! Writing is all about experimenting and figuring out what works best for you.
Environments shift dependent on the perspective in which the fic is being written in, 1st POV often creates a biased narrative that follows the strict memories of the main character which allows an author to be more creative with the psychology of an environment (an example of this would be the 'Red Room' from Jane Eyre and how Jane's memories of the room paint it differently from how the room really is), while 3rd POV allows a more realistic and direct description.
I KNOW YOU ONLY ASKED about the relevance of describing environments but i lowk went off on one... I JUST LOVE TALKING ABOUT LITERARY TECHNIQUES i get excited, i hope this helps! if you plan on writing anything, you should share it with me i would love to read 👀
omg so sorry i was weird and awkward i was in love with you it won’t happen again
My brain went for a stroll, will you walk with me on this?
CN: Depression, trauma and mental health issues
I haven't read the books (yet) so I'm not quite sure when this would happen but it would be at a time where Ilya has the opportunity to basically knock at Shane's door no matter when or while they already live together.
Ilya doesn't know how to ask for soft times. In his traumatized and depressed mind he's not allowed to want the softness that's hell of a different form of intimacy and he doesn't deserve it, because this softness is for people who are loved and we know Ilya doesn't think Shane loves him. It's okay if he's soft for Shane and he in return is allowed to hold him and to be soft to him, but that's just because Shane feels like it and not because Ilya asks for it or deserves it.
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It's late in the afternoon almost evening when Ilya's dry sobs stop interfering with his breath and he drifts into sleep. Shane doesn't stop the caressing, still trying to process what happened and what prompted Ilya's breakdown. He won't wake Ilya up, because he needs his rest now and so he spends the next hours holding him, caressing him and thinking.
"Allow me softness." it echoes in his head and he doesn't get it. So he goes back all the encounters and hook ups and time spent together to try to search for the soft spots and he realises that Ilya never requested anything sweet and soft for himself. Not only did he never asked for it, he even ran from it. All the softer moments seemed to always have been initiated on behalf of Shane, so he could unwind and feel safe without any pressure of expectations. It hits hard and Shane feels sick that he never noticed.
That will NOT do it from now on.
When Ilya wakes up, he's flustered but he doesn't want to get up. He feels week and he hates it and it's easier to disguise it as laziness and stuff his face into Shane's chest.
"Shower" Shane demands in the calmest way possible and Ilya nods. They take turns. While Ilya occupies the bathroom Shane changes the bedding and lays out fresh clothes for Ilya.
Ilya meanwhile ponders how he can make up for being such a burden and weighs the option out against each other if he should leave Shane alone and to not bother him any further or if he should initiate sex to redeem himself. Nothing too draining obviously but he could manage a decent blowjob.
When he comes out of the bathroom Shane tells him to get dressed and gives him the softess kiss on the cheek. Ilya almost flinchs, is very puzzled and unwell about it. But he puts the clothes on and sits down on the bed feeling a bit lost.
When Shane is done showering and dressed, up it's cuddle time. He sits next to Ilya and pulls him close, gives him little pecks on his cheeks and forehead and traces his features with his thumbs.
Ilya is dumbfounded and since he had slept before he has a bit of energy restored so he immediately tenses up and tries to built his walls up again. "Hollander, what are you doing?"
But now Shane knows. And tonight he will make up for all he times Ilya knew how to treat him right.
"I'm loving you."
"That is wrong grammar, Hollander."
Shane smiles.
"It's not, it's what I'm doing right now."
And he climbs on Ilyas lap and presses little kisses on every part of Ilyas face and arms and neck that he can reach. And between the kisses he whispers "I love you." He repeats it in French, in Russian and in Japanese.
And Ilya cracks. It's too much and he's too exhausted from the hours before this. He's not able to fight this or to run away. He tries to turn his head, when he feels the tears welling up but Shane won't let him.
"Look at me" he sais softly and cups Ilya's face.
"I love you and you deserve this." More kisses. On Ilya's lips, his eyelids as the tears start falling, his temples.
"Shane..." Ilya's voice presses shankingly through gritted teeth and his fingers clamp into Shane's shirt before he let his head sink onto Shane's shoulder.
And Shane holds him, and softly sways him back and forth.
"You're allowed to." he sais gently.
Eventually they lie down but Shane doesn't let go of Ilya. His hands and lips caressing Ilya whos switching unregularly back and forth between heavy sobs with tensing muscles, whimpers and quiet sighs of relaxation.
It takes a while but when he drifts into sleep for the second time this day Ilya is calm, his head resting against Shane's chest. Shane doesn't allow himself to close his eyes until he's sure that Ilya is fast asleep.
(Ilya will fuck Shane about this in the morning, painfully slow and gentle until Shane almost, almost regrets his actions.)
i know there's a lot of fics where shane and ilya switch and it's all very emotional and devastating but i think they should have a stupid fucking time.
like they made a really dumb bet while competing and ilya really didn't think he'd lose and honestly shane also didn't think he'd win lowkey but like, hey, a bet's a bet, alright? so now they're trying to be so serious but they can't stop laughing at each other and chirping. shane follows ilya into the shower and gives wayyy too many douching instructions and ilya is like hollander i know you are internationally ranked gay bottom but i can clean my own asshole and shane is like well first of all i'm not internationally ranked and ilya goes no? but what about our honeymoon, and all those times in america, they do not count as international? and shane says okay maybe shut the fuck up. i have the experience here okay, just do what i'm telling you! and ilya says yes bottom coach, right away bottom coach, and they have to slightly delay the fucking process again because it caught shane off guard enough that he almost slipped a little bit because he was laughing too hard and lost his balance.
and finally they GET out of the fucking shower and ilya is laying on the bed on top of his towel and shane is like well? are you not going to make this easy on me? because his legs are crossed over at the ankle and ilya gasps dramatically, hand to his chest. i cannot believe this, shane. you think i'm easy? i should be spreading my legs for you whenever i see you? and shane who absolutely does kind of do that is like okay you asshole i am going to make you regret that so once again they just end up wrestling on the bed (sturdy enough to take this kind of roughhousing, because their first one hadn't survived it) and shane is kind of humping his dick at ilya's hip from where he's ended up pinned under him and then when ilya arches an eyebrow at him he's all OKAY YES i GOT IT and rolls over to grab the lube. ilya takes advantage to grope his ass and shane is half arching his back before he ends up swatting his side because the bet, come on. and shane is finally fingering ilya but ilya is kind of backseat driving the topping and shane is like. ilya do you want me to fuck you or not because i swear to GOD and ilya goes okay, okay, don't blame me! i am the top expert, yes? i have the fucking experience, i can be your dick coach here! and they're both trying not to laugh again at fucking dick coach and shane has notched the tip of his dick in and only sunk in a little when the though hits him and he goes, out loud, ilya goddamnit i'm going to be thinking of this when we see coach wiebe tomorrow! and ilya laughs so fucking hard that shane slaps at his side again, ilya don't laugh! i just got you to loosen up for me! and ilya says oh i'm sorry is my tight ass too much for you to handle? and shane comes too soon but he ends up blowing ilya and rimming him after because after ilya's come he tries to pull away and ilya slings a leg over him and says where do you think you're going, hmm? clean up your mess.
anyway the next day neither of them can look at wiebe and spend twenty minutes giggling stupidly in practice
My brain went for a stroll, will you walk with me on this?
CN: Depression, trauma and mental health issues
I haven't read the books (yet) so I'm not quite sure when this would happen but it would be at a time where Ilya has the opportunity to basically knock at Shane's door no matter when or while they already live together.
Ilya doesn't know how to ask for soft times. In his traumatized and depressed mind he's not allowed to want the softness that's hell of a different form of intimacy and he doesn't deserve it, because this softness is for people who are loved and we know Ilya doesn't think Shane loves him. It's okay if he's soft for Shane and he in return is allowed to hold him and to be soft to him, but that's just because Shane feels like it and not because Ilya asks for it or deserves it.
the idea that hollander "tamed" rozanov is really funny to shane because like. ilya finds it hot and is always going along with it, yes of course my husband is so sexy why do you think i moved to this boring fucking city. for dick. meanwhile shane knows the truth which is that ilya tamed himself. he herded shane like a sheepdog until he was exactly in the right position for ilya to flop down at his feet and say i love you, i am a one man guy, sleep with other people if you want but you are it for me, so shane is always there like ??? ilya. what are you talking about. i was literally prepared to be a secret slot on your roster for the rest of time without even admitting that i was gay until you decided to have me over make me lunch and say my name while you come like a love confession and ilya goes lyubmiyy. shut up. i was untamable you tamed the untamable and so shane has to be like yes, baby, i worked so hard, i used all my tricks but he's rolling his eyes because ilya wants to be a wolf shane coaxed inside to sleep on the hearth but instead he's a cat who snuck through the window and fell in love with his prey. self domesticated. and this is just one of the many perfect games they play