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Another blog where I get obsessed over media and write about it endlessly

[themoonandmyman]

baby Ilya’s tiny angry Russian ranting when Irina won’t let him stay on the ice and his cheeks are all bright pink and his little nose is wet and he’s plopping down onto the ice and crossing his arms and yelling NYET NYET NYET.

Across the ocean at the exact same time, the exact same thing is happening to a very exhausted Yuna Hollander.

[aquilacalvitium]

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

[aquilacalvitium]

Please keep interacting with this post because when I come to tumblr to procrastinate, this shows up again in my notifications and guilts me into writing again

[hearteyesshane]

bertlya and shernie

[holyholanov]

Ilya really likes living with Shane. He loves it. Maybe he loves it too much, considering every little thing Shane does makes his head spin. Like when he woke up one morning to see Shane tucked underneath the kitchen sink.

"Is breakfast down there?" He teases as he nudges Shane's hip with his foot.

"No, course not." Shane scoffs back playfully as he slowly pulls himself out of the cabinet, taking a few tools with him. "Sink was starting to leak, so I fixed it up." Ilya almost pops a bone from the sentence, watching Shane climb to his feet with hungry eyes.

"Mm, Mr. Handyman. Mr. What's his name? Bob the builder." Shane wrinkles his nose at that, shaking his head with a chuckle.

"Mm, he's not sexy, if that's what you're going for." Shane grins, but he couldn't help but groan when Ilya pulls him into a kiss. And he doesn't stop his fiancé from pulling him back into the bedroom before breakfast.