frozen raspberries

Austrian - lover of Drarry and languages

[flyora]

shall I add a description here?

[heymacy]

#idiots in love

[robotslenderman]

The recent hot VS cold polls have made me realise that a lot of people have no idea how to cool down.

As someone from a hot country that's regularly on fire, here's some tips:

WATER IS YOUR FRIEND! WATER! IS! YOUR! FRIEND! You can transfer SO much heat into this bad boy! You cannot cool down without water!

Wrists under the cold tap. Splash your face and the back of your neck. Fan yourself.

In some countries you can buy a little handeld fan with a water sprayer.

Damp tea towel around the neck. Stick an ice pack in there on hotter days.

Half fill a water bottle with water, stick in freezer. If you use a bottle with a straw, make sure it's lying on its side with the straw side up and out of the water. When frozen top up the rest of the way with tap water and off you go.

Desperate to cool off? Wet T-shirt. Sit in front of a fan. This will nuke it, just don't get hypothermia and don't fall asleep like this.

Cold showers are also your friend in summer. Some people get psyched up by these. Personally, I sleep like a baby, so I'm good to have them before bed. Just keep in mind that it takes a bit of time for the cool to circulate, so your body will tell you that you're colder than you actually are. I find that when I have cold showers I need to step out of the spray when I think I'm cold... I'll just wait, and thirty seconds later the temperature has evened out and I actually need to step under again. Rinse and repeat until you maintain coolness even after stepping out for a bit.

If you can't do cold showers, turn the cold shower on anyway and just stick your arms under. When they're cold, lift your arms up above your head. The sensation of cool blood draining into your body is fucking weird and kinda unpleasant but less unpleasant than being hot.

Feet in a tub of water with ice. Blood naturally flows to your extremities when hot, so take advantage of this. If you don't have a tub of ice water, sticking a wet rag on your feet in front of the fan works too, it's the less powerful version of the wet T-shirt.

Drinks lots of water but make sure that water has electrolytes as well. Stay in the shade.

Keep air circulating. Fans don't actually cool rooms down, they just help transfer heat from your body to the moisture on your skin or the air via evaporative cooling.

Block north facing windows early in the morning so the sun doesn't get in. If you're in the northern hemisphere, this is opposite for you. Keep in mind that if your home is brick, the bricks will still heat up and slowly release heat into your home even after the sun goes down so this will only do so much.

If it's hotter inside than outside, close all your windows but two, making sure they're on opposite sides of the house/unit you're in. Point a fan out of one window, making sure that the doors between the rooms with the open windows are all open. This will help create a mini pressure system in your home, pulling cooler air in and pushing the hotter air out via the fan. Bonus points if you can get that fan high up where the hot air rises; even within a single room the top is much hotter than the air by the floor. Adjust the amount of open windows based on how many fans you have, but generally you want more windows with fans open than windows without fans to keep the pressure correct.

Obviously, use your common sense for these. Not everything WILL work for you, just use the stuff that does and adjust what needs to be adjusted. Some of these will be impossible to use in the workplace but others you can still use. Others are best used at home. If humidity impacts your ability to use any of these, get a dehumidifier if that's an option, or use more ice instead of evaporation.

Also keep in mind that the skinnier you are, the faster these will work. More fat means more insulation, means more heat, so you may need to be more patient with some of these or use them in combination.

[robotslenderman]

Bringing this back for my dying mutuals

[icaseybaybee]

[ilyasmole]

happy wet shane wednesday 💦🍆

so shane can come untouched, right? at this point it's almost a novelty the way ilya can get him to do it, and it's so easy to get him there too especially with penetration. shane has prostate orgasms all the fucking time it's literally one of his fav ways to come and one of ilya's fav ways to get him there. but the thing about these orgasms is usually ilya is on top and only looking at shane's face, or behind and only looking at shane's hole. he rarely ever actually gets to see shane's cock when he comes like this, and he realizes how fucked up it is that despite making shane come like this so often, he's never fully been able to appreciate the spectacle of it yk?

so i think ilya proposes fucking in front his bedroom mirror so he can get a good look, because he wants to see. and even though shane feels a little self conscious abt it (i'm imagining this during their situationship era) it's also ridiculously hot to him so of course he says yes. so that's how they find themselves standing in front of ilya's full length bedroom mirror, skin to skin, ilya pressed firmly against shane's back with his cock buried deep inside of him. and shane's head is lolling back against ilya's shoulder, knees bending slightly to give him a better angle (and also bc he can barely stand up when ilya's fucking him like this). ilya's pace is slow, deep, precise. he pulls out slow and fucks back in slow, adonis belt slapping firmly against shane's ass every few seconds and making his cheeks jiggle like he's in a porno. but ilya can barely even pay any attention to that because he's too distracted by what's staring back at him in the mirror.

shane's cock, standing at full attention and bobbing with every thrust, drooling beautiful syrupy precum profusely from the tip onto the floor. it's unfuckingreal to ilya, he can't stop fucking staring at it. he knows shane gets wet but this is ridiculous. is it like this every time? does he leak this much whenever they fuck? has ilya just never noticed before? it's like a fucking faucet the way it just steadily drips down onto the hardwood. and ilya feels fucking insane. he keeps fucking shane slow like that, eyes hooded and fixated on that fat and leaky cock, and shane's making little noises that go right to his own cock which is still hitting shane's prostate with every slow thrust. shane's hand comes up behind him to cradle the back of ilya's head, fingers digging into his curls, his scalp, and ilya knows he's close, can see it plain as day in his blissed out expression.

ilya's own fingers dig into the soft flesh of shane's waist and he tugs him impossibly closer, murmurs, "are you gonna come for me, hollander?" all low and sensual, and shane can barely speak, can only give a desperate nod as his eyes squeeze shut and his cock bobs in the mirror. "yeah? you gonna show me how you come from just this?" and he punctuates the words with the slow pounding of his hips, burying his nose in the side of shane's face and keeping his eyes fixated on where shane continues to leak. it only takes a couple more hard thrusts and then shane is keening with a rough and guttural edge to his voice, and at this exact moment ilya stills inside of him, stops moving, just grips shane's hips tight and remains seated fully inside of him while he watches shane's cock work its magic.

and oh, what a fucking sight. completely untouched, shane's cock stutters and bobs of its own accord, and then he's erupting in steady bursts, whimpers and moans flying past his lips as his balls tighten and twitch. and ilya can barely fucking believe his eyes, flummoxed that shane's cock has just been doing this all the time they've been hooking up and he's been missing it. he's truly never seen anything like it, the way it moves like it's its own entity, the way it pulses and throbs under the low light, the way it spits cum in long, thick strings, the way it makes shane all pink and warm in the face. and when the cum finally tapers off and switches to a slow and leaky dribble, any restraint ilya had been holding onto goes out the window. a practically inhuman sound falls from his mouth and his jaw drops, chin resting on shane's shoulder as he feels himself be pushed off the edge.

he manages to get out a slurred "i'm coming" but he sounds drunk, and he feels drunk too. shane's eyes open and they both make eye contact in the mirror as ilya empties himself, vein in his forehead throbbing, eyes rolling a little bit. shane's grip in his hair tightens, an encouraging gesture, and ilya moans again when he sees shane's spent cock, going soft now, twitch a little bit in the mirror, one last small dribble of cum oozing from the tip.

safe to say, it's not the last time they try that.

[zayacv]

Fixed Ep04 ending because I can

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[ijaazat]

summer

1. make a syllabus for yourself - books, media, places, recipes

2. complete 40% of it

3. eat every fruit u can

[virginshane]

ilya fucks shane until ilya is a whimpering mess. shane tells him ”don’t you dare come yet, rozanov” which only makes it worse for ilya

[snoopishane]

@gaynehollander congrats on passing peer review, this couldn’t stay in the tags

[gaynehollander]

I just think, based on the way Ilya had his hand down his pants for the entirety of the Boston conversation, that after he and Shane are settled in their relationship his relaxation always includes somewhat inappropriate Shane touching. They're watching a movie with Shane resting on his chest? Ilya's hand is on his bare ass, fingers playing along the crease where his butt becomes his thigh, occasionally lifting the cheek and letting it go just to feel it jiggle. Shane's on the couch reading? Ilya's crawling between his legs and resting his head in the crease of his thigh. Shane's cuddled up with his back against Ilya's chest? Ilya's hand is resting on that man's cock. It's not necessarily sexual, it's not consciously possessive (although it is subconsciously possessive in that Shane's body is his to touch in whatever way he wants), that's just how he's most comfortable.

[zandrapaints]

I’ll be dreaming of you // watercolor, gouache, and pen on paper

[hotcinnamonsunset]

The Tiger (from the poem by Nael, age 6)🐅

[mina-logan]

Risking my life posting this on here but what’s life without a little risk

[rylandsgrace]

HUDSON WILLIAMS

Laufey - Madwoman (2026)

[bugslibraryy]

Ilya getting all kiss drunk after making out with Shane for ages. Like curled up on the couch, Shane in his lap, thick blanket wrapped around them because it’s winter and the house is cold but they are so warm pressed together. They both been too sleepy to take it any further- it’s late after a game that ran into overtime, that they both came out of bruised. Shane’s hands have been in Ilya’s hair the whole time, combing through the curls, playing with them, scratching at his scalp the back of his neck and Ilya feels hypnotised, dazed from exhaustion and Shane’s hot pretty mouth and he could die right now and he’d go happily. Ilya’s hands are everywhere, all over Shane’s back and ass and shoulders an up the front of his shirt and over his jaw and his ears, thumbs rubbing his pretty earlobes and he’s so hard but content to do nothing about it really, can feel Shane’s own hardness pressed to him and he he’s so comfortable and his arms are heavy with exhaustion but he can’t keep his hands off Shane, wanting to feel him.

Shane pulls back properly for the first time in ages and Ilya whines a little, eyes still closed chin tilted up mouth searching for Shane’s blindly, leaning in in and he only gets air and he lets out another soft needy sound and Shane’s hands slide down from his hair to cup his face and Ilya looks drunk, swaying a little into Shane’s touch and his hair is fucked, curls frizzy and crazy from Shane’s fingers and his mouth is literally swollen, lips shiny with spit an his perfect cupids bow a little puffy. His fingers are gripping at Shane’s hips pulling him in in and Shane laughs, sways forward and presses his nose to Ilya’s cheek and soothes a hand over the back of his head and Ilya is kiss kiss kiss at Shane’s jaw and ear and wherever he can reach and mumbling come back in Russian and Shane grins because he can understand it without thought and Ilya is nuzzling their faces together into his mouth finds his way back to Shane’s and kisses him like it’s been weeks not seconds. Shane hums and tries to pull back again only for Ilya to wrap his arm round Shane’s shoulders, press him closer to him, other hand coming to his face, holding his jaw so he can push his tongue into his mouth and kiss him wet and filthy. Shane shivers because it’s so much and so fucking good and Ilyas moans into his mouth and Shane manages to mumble “we should go to bed” between slick hot kisses and Ilya says “okay” but keeps kissing kissing kissing Shane. They pull apart when Ilya literally is almost lulled half to sleep by the rhythmic pull of their lips and Shane is literally dragging Ilya to their room, Ilya wrapped around him from behind like he is trying to merge their bodies, kissing all up and down Shane’s neck, shoulders the back of his head.

[mina-logan]

What if…what…what if Ilya in lingerie 👉👈

So what if Ilya wants Shane to but Shane’s very like “Fuck you man. You first.”

And then…

[pompadourpink]

Historical expressions

Être riche comme Crésus - to be as rich as Croesus; to be fabulously wealthy (from King Croesus of Lydia)

Tous les chemins mènent à Rome - all roads lead to Rome; there are many ways to reach the same goal (i.e. roman roads)

Prendre la Bastille - to take the Bastille; to achieve a symbolic victory against oppression (i.e. French Revolution)

C’est Waterloo - it’s Waterloo; a total, definitive defeat (i.e. battle of Waterloo, French army vs Seven Coalition, 1815)

La garde meurt mais ne se rend pas ! - the Guard dies but does not surrender!; symbolises a heroic last stand (battle of Waterloo)

Jeter (quelqu'un) aux lions - to throw (sbd) to the lions; to sacrifice someone to public criticism (roman circuses)

Le vase de Soissons - the vase of Soissons; when a subordinate challenges authority and is eventually punished (Clovis I, 486)

Un coup de Trafalgar - a Trafalgar blow; sudden, disastrous setback (battle of Trafalgar, British navy vs French/Spanish fleet, 1805)

Rendre à César ce qui est à César - to render unto Caesar what is Caesar’s; to give credit where credit is due (Gospels; Matthieu 22:21, Marc 12:17)

Le temps des cerises - the time of cherries; nostalgic symbol of a happy, bygone era (communard song)

Passer/Être sur la sellette - to be on the little stool; to be in the hot seat, under interrogation (medieval court stool)

[vasira96]

my therapist said once "we get good at what we practice, so be careful what you practice" and tbh she was so right for that but also How Dare You??? open my eyes like that???