Chalala

Mostly cats, fandom, pretty pictures and good stories

[spaceshipsandpurpledrank]

[ghostdaartist]

Bro videos are always 🔥 💯.. instant collaborations

[whatacartouchebag]

[frontmansdefender]

[gaybichon]

i think i found my new favorite artist on twitter

(source)

[gaybichon]

👆 me

[boitterfly]

ilya entering that hospital room sick to his stomach teeth ground to dust spirit crushed under the weight of their circumstances prepared to have an extremely difficult conversation and shane immediately hitting him with this

[growingsucculents]

Legs

[sweetchimera-art]

escape

[sacrificethemtothesquid]

[tinylilhollander]

Ilya always has a mop of frizzy wild curls at the cottage because

They're always in and out of the water – lake swims, pool swims, hot tub, showers – so doing his curl routine each time would be crazy when he could be spending that precious time sucking his boyfriend's dick.

Shane's not the biggest fan of how Ilya's styling products feel. He'll tolerate it, but Ilya can tell by his face that the texture isn't his favourite. Less product = more hair touching.

Shane's hands are always in his hair. When they're kissing. When they're watching a movie. When they fuck. When Ilya sits with his head in Shane's lap. When they're napping on the couch together. Shane's hands are usually full of a handful of Ilya's curls.

Shane seems to really like it. One time Shane said Ilya's fluffy hair made him look like a duckling and he's been chasing that high ever since.

He just prefers this version of him that doesn't need to look perfect and be perfect to be loved and adored. Shane never makes him feel lazy for letting his hair get a little wild over summer. He kisses his temples and tells him he's so fucking beautiful.

[my-castles-crumbling]

heels - hollanov - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 391 - NSFW - click here to see my microfic archive!

“Oh my god, what is this?” Ilya asked delightedly as he looked up from Shane’s laptop to where his boyfriend was lounging on the couch watching an old hockey game.

“What?” Shane asked lazily, tilting his head just slightly upward to acknowledge Ilya.

“I find folder called ‘Pictures of Senior Year.’ Is not pictures of senior year,” Ilya said with a giant smirk, getting even more excited when Shane sat up with a start.

“Ilya, what the fuck? I thought you were on Duolingo?” he demanded, tripping towards him.

“For a minute,” Ilya shrugged, eyes on the screen. “Then I got bored. Decided to look at files.”

“File–oh my god!” Shane arrived next to him, face horrified, just in time to see a recording pop up on the screen. It was, indeed, not, from his senior year. It was, instead, a very compromising video of two extremely attractive, extremely naked men in a fake locker room. 

They were not getting ready for a game.

Cliche music played, and the logo at the bottom of the video was all-too-familiar to Ilya. 

He’d found his boyfriend’s hidden porn.

Shane looked like he was ready to melt into the floor, rocking forward on his toes and back on his heels as he looked at the floor. “It’s old,” he muttered, turning more and more red as grunting began to emit from the speakers. “I, uh…used to watch…before we sent each other things, you know? I haven’t watched in a long…”

But Ilya was too busy looking, fascinated, as one of the men fell to his knees and pushed the other against the tile wall, spinning him around to shove his own face between the man’s cheeks. The noises the standing man, who happened to have jet-black hair, was making, were utterly unholy.

“You want to do this?” Ilya asked with a grin, already getting hot at the thought. “In locker room?”

Shane looked almost offended. “I–we can’t! Ilya, we’d get caught, it’s fucking weird, I–”

But Ilya was already on his phone, determined. Ignoring the way his boyfriend squirmed next to him, he sent a few texts. Then, he spoke triumphantly. “I have reserved entire Centaurs stadium for two hours tomorrow. Coach owes me. Make sure you are ready for me, yeah?” And, with a wink, he walked away, leaving Shane gaping and flushed.

[itskurwanumber5]

Oh no Ilya doesn't find Shane folding his clothes hot. He thinks it's adorable. He's giddy. Because this dumb fuck has a fucking crush.

He has a crush and he's not even aware for fuck's sake.

[pangur-and-grim]

I told my little nephew that I'd wave at his airplane when it flew over my house today, and he very calmly and politely explained that it wouldn't be possible to see me due to the limitations of human vision. I said he just had to squint real hard, and he took a deep breath and went into the toddler version of "see, what you're not understanding–"

[pangur-and-grim]

[inkandgasoline]

"Do you have to fight gravity to do that?"

Just a little sketch for funsies based on another dumb line from my WIP fic. (Mostly to motivate myself to justkeepwriting justkeepwriting justkeepwritingwritingwriting--)

[damnnmilkovich]

[hollanov-ann]

Connor Storrie | Cultured Magazine ❤️

[memeuplift]

[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.

(Click for better quality, reblogs appreciated)

[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.