Chalala

Mostly cats, fandom, pretty pictures and good stories

[throo]

Wh-what do you mean it’s from a birthday cake

[throo]

We could have been eating him

[handsywoman]

of COURSE they're not disgustingly in love, have you seen what they look like texting each other?

[lapetitepedestre]

You could stay.

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[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.

[gurlsrool]

honestly we don’t talk enough about how Ilya and J.J. are star crossed besties. if they were drafted to the same team, they’d have a ten minute long secret handshake. they’d own the local club scene. they’d share one wardrobe of atrocious, flashy shirts. they’d have an obnoxious amount of inside jokes. they’d laugh about Shane Hollander being boring and it wouldn’t take long for J.J. to notice the glint in his best bro’s eyes. what could have beeeen!!

[my-castles-crumbling]

cutie - hollanov - @hollanovmicrofic - word count: 411 - click here to see my microfic archive!

As soon as he entered the house, Ilya made a beeline for the kitchen, giving both Yuna and David a hug and greeting them with his customary kiss on the cheek. Shane, of course, recognized the new addition to the living room right away, as he had lived in the house almost his entire life. He decided, however, to keep quiet, eager to see his boyfriend’s reaction. 

It took Ilya until after dinner to notice.

"What–what the fuck is this?" Ilya asked, eyes wide and a small smile appearing on his face as he saw the pictures Yuna had hung in the living room. 

Shane smirked as Yuna grinned, both of them amused by Ilya's reaction. 

“I just updated some of the pictures,” Yuna answered, grinning. “What do you think?” 

“Is…is me?” Ilya asked, as if it wasn't obvious. He stood up from the couch and moved closer to the frame where a picture of five-year-old Ilya playing in the snow was displayed. 

“And so is this cutie over here,” Yuna added, gesturing to another picture hung on the wall a few feet away. 

Beaming, Ilya looked over and saw another photo of him at about middle school age, with his arm slung around a young Svetlana. Ilya turned to Shane, eyes glittering. "You give these to her?" he asked Shane, nearly vibrating with joy. 

"No, it wasn't me. Where would I have gotten them?" Shane replied, though he wished he was the cause of his boyfriend’s huge smile.

"You Hollanders are magic," Ilya replied, his voice almost accusatory as he narrowed his eyes. "You could do anything when you are being stubborn." 

David, who had been sitting on the couch, laughed in agreement. "Absolutely right."

Yuna, however, was too eager to blame the actual source. “Your friend Svetlana stole my number out of Shane’s phone,” she revealed, grinning a little. “She and I have become fast friends.” 

This only made Ilya light up more. "You have been talking to Sveta?" he asked, absolutely beaming. 

Yuna grinned as well. “Yes, she's an absolute delight. She sent me these pictures because I decided I wanted to have both of my sons on the wall.”

At this, Ilya's eyes filled with tears, and Shane felt warmth wash over his body. "Thank you," he mouthed to his mother as Ilya pulled Yuna into a hug. Yuna just beamed. 

"We're inviting Svetlana for Christmas," she announced, and Ilya let out a little whoop of joy. 

[an-atlas-or-other]

Soccer players are the horses of sports. They run around in fields for hours on end. They stub their toe and they die. They fall and they die. They run into each other and

[kaijuno]

[zendayamybabe]

🐞 a ladybug for everyone who needs good luck

[russianblush]

bby 🥺

[schrodingerspsycho]

Trinity sings "Bring Me To Life" by Evanescence in the shower and Dennis joins in from the other side of the bathroom door with the other part of the duet like that one scene from Elf (this one's for you Becca)

[littlefangs00]

Summer Sterek

Yes, I was trying a new style, do you like it?

[firstprinced]

@yearnalisms requested to bring this beautiful text post by @honeyybrii to gif form! all inspo credit to op of the text post! 💜 this tag is especially a good sum up of the set:

#it's genuinely so funny everytime ilya tries to teeheehaha around an insecurity #shane is like actually 🤓👆🏻

[runawaymarbles]

The midjourney stuff just reminds of when we were trying to find a new platform to host the ao3 donation form, and companies kept trying to tell me about all their "ai" features that would track donor engagement, and figure out the optimal pattern to email individual donors asking for follow up donations, and all the ways they suggest we manipulate people into staying on our websites. It was a great way to filter out who either wasn't listening to us when we described our ethics and donor base, or just didn't believe us.

Now granted ao3 is a unique case based on a) the amount of page views we get in any given time period and b) the fact that most donors absolutely do Not want to be identified as such anywhere, (the default "list of recent donors" module got nuked Immediately) but it surprised me some that the concept of "donors who value their privacy and would be furious at even the whiff of AI" is unique. Some of us really are just existing in different worlds.

[zz9pzza]

Op's tags

#I just started dropping '2.5 Billion page views a month'#into conversations as early as possible bc they would Not believe me otherwise#it was right up there with having to say 'csam attacks' to get them to take my compartmentalization of information concerns seriously#turns out those are the magic words#otw#op

[runawaymarbles]

The last part was kind of insane, honestly. When we started changing platforms for the donor database, I kept telling them that yes I was aware we already had an account for the volunteer database, and no that could not be connected to the donor database. And they said yes fine sure and then connected them anyway. And I called them back and said, excuse me, I'm confused, I can see both databases. And they said, well, yeah, but it's only you, someone has to be able to see both databases to give other users access. The other users can't see both. And I said, no, we have been asking for a completely separate database. I should not be able to see both. And they said, you are one organization, one organization can't have two databases. And I said, last year someone used our volunteer email list to commit approximately one thousand felonies. Please feel free to imagine how much worse it could have been had they had a way to use volunteers' email addresses to get their legal names. We do not want this to be something anyone can do no matter how much we trust them. Let me describe those felonies to you in more detail. And they emailed me two hours later and said, you can have two separate databases.

[kyraneko]

This post feels like watching an iceberg go by in clear water. The amount of stuff going on beneath the surface of AO3 just astonishes.

[jeffsatyr]

(ID in alt)

[elodieunderglass]

Approximately one THOUSAND felonies

[parkchanwoohoo]

[snowsmoked]

Yuna showing Ilya photos of little baby Shane and they get to a photo of a naked two year old Shane grinning at the camera, shirt held up in his triumphant chubby fist. Yuna smiles and tells him how hard it was to keep clothes on Shane and that he’d rip them off whenever they weren’t looking. Without thinking Ilya says “so not much has changed, huh?” and then freezes because he can’t believe he just said that in front of his boyfriend’s mom until Yuna laughs so hard she spills her wine.

[lesbianalumni]

Ilya looks up from his book. Shane has his legs strewn over Ilya's knees, lying back on the couch they bought for the cottage's back patio. The chairs and loveseat that had been here previously hadn't allowed them to get comfy and close enough for long, lazy summer afternoons like this.

"How many hours do you think we have spent kissing?" he asks.

Shane scrunches his face. "Why?"

"A thousand?" Ilya suggests, ignoring the question.

"Maybe." Shane sets to actually calculating it. They're been married for three years, after three years of dating and about ten of... whatever they were doing before that. There are some days when they probably kiss for hours, slow makeouts that aren't even leading to sex. Other days, their sex is hungry and fast and they kiss through it, equaling at least thirty minutes of lip-to-lip contact. 3 years of living together is over a thousand days, so if you were to average it—

"Five thousand?" Ilya interrupts Shane's train of thought.

"Maybe. That sounds like a lot."

"Is not enough, though," Ilya shrugs. "We need ten thousand."

"Says who?" Shane laughs and moves his right foot to gently poke Ilya's stomach.

"Says me. And Malcolm Gladwell," he holds up his book and then reads directly from it. "In order to achieve true mastery in a field, you must dedicate ten thousand hours of practice to it."

Shane rolls his eyes. "You're an expert at kissing, I promise."

"No, science does not agree," Ilya sets the book down on the wicker table next to him and moves Shane's legs so he can climb on top of his husband. "Let's add one more hour now," he says as he brings their mouths together, and the promise of five thousand more hours of this glows like a ray of sunlight in Shane's chest.