Cosmic Giddiness

Poet. Incurable fangirl. Here to make friends and hyperfixate shamelessly. She/her.

[wasted-and-ready]

In SG1, they don't say "I love you." They say, "its a funny story. I was driving around and then, um, I drove to your house." And I think that's beautiful.

[scarecrowbutch]

[starrybouquet]

@carothepoet made me think of our convos XD

[carothepoet]

@starrybouquet me right before a hyperfixation kicks in 🤣

[lavenderprose]

Ilya is so lucky that Shane proposed. Ilya would have been a nervous fucking wreck for the entire day beforehand. Wake up in the morning. Look in the mirror. Today's the day. Sob. Breathe. Okay I'm good! Turn around and Shane's hair is all in his face, still asleep on Ilya's pillow. I am NOT good. Cold shower. Breakfast that Ilya does not eat. Morning jog wherein Ilya runs like someone is chasing him. Lunch that Ilya does not eat. Drive out to the cottage. Make Shane pull over because Ilya needs to dry heave on the side of the road. "Baby we don't have to drive out today if you're not feeling well." "NO WE HAVE TO." Get to the cottage. Immediately send Shane on some kind of extended fool's errand. Shane wants to stay because Ilya is SHAKING and he is so worried. "No my love I'm fine it's just the breeze off the lake haha." It's thirty fuckig degrees Celsius. Shane finally gtfo's. Yuna, David, Rose FUCKING Landry all descend to help Ilya set up. Well. Ilya is supposed to be helping but he is standing on the deck fully dissociating. Yuna brings him tea. "Are you going to throw up the tea?" "Yes probably." Yuna takes away the tea. 800 electronic tea lights on the deck. In a parallel Ilya has no way of understanding, he both puts on and takes off a suit. Yuna fixes his curls into the hockey boy quasi-mullet that magnetizes Shane's fingers to Ilya's hair and says, "Oh, you're so handsome!" Ilya cries big fat tears. David tells a story about how his proposal to Yuna almost didn't happen because David went to the hospital for heart palpitations that morning. Thank You David That Does Not Help Even Remotely. Ilya slav squats on the lawn for twenty minutes. Shane's car pulls up in the driveway and everyone hides while Ilya vibrates in the entryway. Shane has no less than thirty grocery bags hanging from his arms, still complaining about why the grocery service cancelled their delivery last minute. Ilya leads Shane and all thirty of his grocery bags onto the deck. Shane is doing his favorite thing (bitching) and his second favorite thing (Follow Ilya) so he doesn't notice his own mother tiptoing behind him collecting the grocery bags he drops like breadcrumbs. There is an Oscar-winning actress hiding under his sofa and Shane does not notice because Ilya takes him on the deck and drops to his knees and Shane is like, "Haha, right now?" and then he sees that Ilya has a look on his face like he's just been told the sun is never coming up again and he has his hands on Shane's knees and he is saying, "Shane. Please?" and Shane puts his hands on his head and says "Oh my God baby what's happening to you" as Ilya melts and melts and then from the depths of the cottage someone who sounds a lot like Shane's very own father is whispering "The ring the ring" and when he looks back down Ilya is fumbling a ring box out of his pocket. The first picture of their proposal is Shane glaring into the middle distance with a hand cradling Ilya's curls like a baby while Ilya ugly sobs into his knee.

[nettlepixie]

biblically accurate ilya rozanov proposal

[starrybouquet]

i had a dream last night that tumblr added a voice and video chat feature to dms but implemented it so poorly that it was immediately hacked so the website would start initializing calls to your followers randomly

the dream ended with me hiding in the bathroom at work desperately trying to get my phone to stop ringing continuously with calls from every single person i followed on tumblr dot com

[carothepoet]

Okay but the way I would IMMEDIATELY prank call you with

SLOW DOWN

BAAAAAAABY NOW YOU’RE MOVIN’ WAY TOO FAST

[carmelasoprano]

Jean Smart, Dixie Carter, and Annie Potts as Charlene Frazier, Julia Sugarbaker, and Mary Jo Shively Designing Women (1986–1993) S03E19 · “The Women of Atlanta”

[forineffablereasons]

behind aziraphale, you have: the bookshop, the universe as it is. they could ask god to put everything as it was, but as it was, the universe and humanity are always going to be subject to the something else of god and heaven and hell. michael so easily destroyed the universe. that's the whole point. it was easy for her to decide and to break the rules and go mad on the power. to remain in the bookshop, in this universe, is to always have that threat. aziraphale could have rewritten the book of life, but then there'd still be a book of life.

instead he wrote them the choice.

behind crowley, you have: the same twinkle lights as the south downs. the tree. the garden. the universe as it could be. where people can just be people, and no one has to save the world. it just gets to be. they just get to be. they're surrounded by their history. the nightingale still sings. i have the universe, and i have you. i have everything i've ever wanted.

crowley knew what he was choosing, and he chose everything he ever wanted.

[chubby-cry-baby]

shane & ilya & rose & svetlana go on vacation together and the other hotel guests and employees are super ??? about their dynamic because of how touchy they are with eachother.

shane and ilya will die if they’re not touching (“okay those two are definitely together”)

svetlana and ilya and rose go clubbing but shane goes to bed early and they come back to the hotel drunk asf, arms around eachother, dying of laughter (“oh so it’s a throuple?”)

shane and rose go on a sunrise hike and rose is leaning on shane and they’re casual huggers (“maybe those two are dating or is he cheating on the guy?”)

svetlana scolding ilya about wearing sunscreen in russian and he’s arguing back (“that sounds like wife yelling not friend yelling”)

svetlana and rose being super touchy and complimenting eachother a lot and doing eachothers hair (“oh lord they’re so hot together”)

they’re eating breakfast at the hotel and they’re all feeding each other and grabbing things for each other and “try the orange juice it’s so good” and “i got you coffee” (“i’m soooo confused maybe they’re poly?”)

svetlana and shane both playing with ilya’s hair and talking about hockey and ignoring ilya (“they’re not letting that poor guy speak”) - ilya is beyond happy

[currentlycryingaboutlancelot]

imagining an alternate timeline where shakespeare wrote a play about king arthur. we would be so unwell

[william-shakespeare-official]

yeah cause thou art so well otherwise, tumblr user currently crying about Lancelot

[currentlycryingaboutlancelot]

you know what verily i deserv’d this

[lavenderprose]

I do think that whenever Ilya calls Shane and Shane doesn't pick up, Ilya leaves a voicemail. And the voicemail can be anything from, "Come find me," because they got separated at the mall, to "Hello hello, I miss you, oke bye" because Shane has been out of the house all day. There's also, "Coffee shop says they don't sell your tea anymore. Tell me what you want instead. I leave in three minutes. Bye-bye." and "I will not be home when you get here. Running away to join circus. Maybe will be back with Thai food. Mwah mwah."

This is also how Shane ends up getting into his car, seeing that Ilya left a voicemail, and unthinkingly playing it through the speakers of the car only for the deep voice of Shane's Russian-accented husband to boom, "Answer your fucking phone. Slut." with both the windows and moon roof open.

[inbabylontheywept]

there is a stripper pole in my attic. i saw it in a dumpster one day, and i went, shit, this is exactly the kind of thing my wife would want. and i didnt really want it in the house, what with it being a used stripper pole lightly seasoned with dumpster juice, but i mentally decided that if she were to see it and ask for it, i would say she could have it, and then sure enough, later that evening, she went soooo baaaaaaaabs there's this thing by the dumpster and i want it but i get it if you don't want it in the house but i have to show it to you- and i went, no you dont, you can have the pole, and that was the most surprised i have ever made her look. even compared to the day when i proposed to her, which she was prepared enough that we both knew she would say yes, and she could also get her hair done up and have a cute outfit, but not so prepared that she was not fucking flabbergasted by the 12 empty decoy ringboxes i sprung on her. i handed her so many decoy ring boxes that day. still one of the funniest things i've ever done to her.

anyway we like pacing around together and ranting in the attic but sometimes instead of pacing one of us will just hang on the pole and spin, and the other person will watch on the beanbag, which makes for these really goofy conversations where the person on the bag will say something that gets the other persons goat, such as, hypothetically, that xylophones do not belong in rock music, and then the other person will go on a tirade about this, but they'll actually only be facing the Hot Take Speaker half of the time, what because of the pole, so the response will sound something like

I can't believe

you would even suggest such

a stupid opinion. You've

been to a Danny Elfman

concert! How can you

have heard Oingo Boingo

live and say with a straight face

that they alone do not justify

rock and roll xylophones

and then that person will continue until they get too dizzy, then they'll get off the pole, and by unspoken agreement, the person on the bag will get up and trade places with them to deliver their rebuttal while also spinning and it just creates this sort of crazy strip-court lawyers debating absolute nonsense for no reason kind of vibe that frankly just really does it for us.

i don't really have any marriage advice for this i guess its just a look at what being married can look like. i thought that being married would involve a lot more stuff like carving the turkey, or barbecuing, or watching the sunset, and if id known how much time it would involve arguing for xylphones in rock music while spinning upside down i might have prepared for it a little differently.

[shanehollandered]

shane making ilya promise not to make fun of him and then continuing to tell him something that he knew ilya couldn't not make fun of if his life depended on it. my boy was waiting to be made fun of. that was one of the steps in his plan to lock his man down. it worked.

[sinmonger]

You are part of my existence, part of myself.

emily brontë wuthering heights // anonymous // gaby tan "i never loved you on accident" // richard siken "saying your names" // jane austen emma // unknown // marie howe "[annunciation]" // trista mateer "the dogs i have kissed" // sleeping at last "two" // kiersten white the chaos of stars // leonard cohen "the sweetest little song"// charles dickens great expectations

[writingdose]

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[starscream1998]

I think the entire point of living is lost on you if you feel the need to use chatgpt.

[sofiasketches]

THE COTTAGE

[isisisak]

Also when the two weeks of freetime at the cottage are over Shane drives him to the airport and fuck they should've kissed more bc now they are in the parking lot and yes it isn't super busy but there are people around and fuck Shane didn't think about not being able to have a proper goodbye kiss.

Ilya doesn't leave the car right away so now they sit in silence.

They had these big plans now, they had said they love each other, they were boyfriends.

But this still feels like something is slipping through Ilyas fingers.

What if it was all just something that'll stay in these two perfect summer weeks? What if they were just something in the cottage?

"So uh... you could text me. When you land."

Shane's looking out of the front, frowning.

"Yes."

"Or call. You could call."

And- Ilya closes his eyes and tries to find the brave version of himself that was honest with Shane and with himself these last fourteen days. The version that was a boyfriend now.

"I think I prefer calling. But when I'm home. Alone"

Shane started to nod along as he spoke and then says "yeah, yes. Good thinking."

"Calling will be better and worse probably. Will make the missing each other worse, yes?"

And that makes Shane finally look at him. First surprised, then happy and resigned as he lets his head fall agaist his headrest, lips pushed to the side.

"We can't kiss goodbye."

And Ilya hears what he means. It's not to remind him of that fact, its a regret.

"No." But he takes Shane's hand and squeezes it.

"I want to, though."

And he loves that Shane clarifies it. Even though he got it it's nice to be reasured.

"Me too."

Shane nods then. Once- as if he tells himself ok, enough.

And Ilya is almost not strong enough to resist kissing his hand. Almost.

"I love you."

Fuck. Almost.

"I love you too."

"See you in around four weeks?"

"Hmmm, yes. When we beat you."

"In your dreams." with a grin.

"And when we face time."

Another nod, another soft smile "Yes."

"And after we beat you, you bring the glasses."

"Wow." Shane laughs and shakes his head

"Is my reward!"

"Fine." Another chuckle, then "What do I get if we win."

And Ilya snorts and opens the car door "Mh, sure. We think of something if that happens, yes? We can look at real estate or something to get you off."

Shane narrows his eyes but the grin on his face is barely being suppressed "Your plane's leaving."

"Bye, Shane."

A beat, a breath, a nod.

"Goodbye Ilya."

[barbie-verse]

thinking hudson williams is hot is the most embarrassing reputation ruining annoying thing I could have done tbh like ohhh my god really? tall big muscles golden skin pretty hair and big brown bottom eyes kind man is hot? god fucking really. are you fucking stupid I hate myself. oh you think shane hollander is hot? fucking shane hollander? groundbreaking type shit going on here oh my god he’s tall should we tell everyone he’s tall and he's kind to people and his eyes twinkle wow she thinks the attractive man is attractive. you and everyone else. is pizza your favorite food too. fuck you. everyone look at her she thinks SHANE HOLLANDER is hot boundaries are really being pushed over here should we get her a medal because she thinks Mr Smile is easy on the eyes. “hear me out” and it’s a fucking marching band. should we call people magazine. vanilla. I DISGUST myself. summer blockbuster. I should be killed

(insp)

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