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[giveemhales]

Heluu!!

I read cardiac tamponade after seeing you rave about it and when I say that that fic hit my nervous system like a mfing freight train phuuwee...I was FLOORED to say the least. I've read it four times now and have had multiple breakdowns over how well it was written and how it captured both ilya and shane just right. I read grin and bear it again after I finished CT the third time and my oh my, did it do a number on me lol...

So, imma need you to plsplspls recc some more fics 🥺🥺🥺🥺 that are along the same premise of the cens unintentionally or unknowingly keeping shane at arms length and shane either crashing out or like shoving all the feelings deep deep down and trying to push through it ....

For anyone unaware, cardiac tamponade by @as-the-stars-foretold (based on a fantastic post by @hollanovhaunting) is an absolute masterpiece about Shane joining the centaurs and the team treating him like shit bc they think he forced Ilya to stay in the closet and made him depressed. Completely soul wrenching. I’m obsessed with it. And grin and bear it is my own fic where Shane crashes out at Ilya for trying to force him to be friends with Troy.

There are sadly nowhere near enough fics with this premise of asshole centaurs 😭 But I will do my best to offer some fics with a similar vibe to compensate for inflicting you with the Cardiac Tamponade obsession (I’m sorry and you’re welcome)

New Centaur by Masterless (M, 6k) - this is based on the same post CT was based on, so it’s very similar!

infiltrators by inarosaurus (T, 50k) - shane joins the centaurs without them knowing about his relationship with ilya. the centaurs aren’t assholes in the first half of the fic, but then things get angsty for shane bc of some misunderstandings. the centaurs will def piss you off by the end

Team Player by Deepsea_Princess (T, 14k) - shane gets sick and is convinced he shouldn’t burden ilya so ilya can focus on the team. it’s more the coach who is pushing shane and ilya apart than the team but as that flavor of shane angst you might enjoy

every corner of this house is haunted by fightingwithtruelove (T, 7k) - shane overhears the centaurs talking and thinks they are disgusted by him and ilya. this one is a complete misunderstanding and the centaurs don’t do anything wrong, shane is just very anxious and insecure

bone-deep ache by carpcatfish (T, 9k, WIP) - Shane struggles with adapting to the centaurs. again the centaurs don’t really do anything wrong, but they do unintentionally make things worse

so cute wrapped around my finger by justhockey (T, 2k) - this is all fluff and humor, absolutely no angst so def not what you’re looking for but I love it so I’m sharing it anyway. the cens confront shane about being too controlling and shane is very confused. very silly and cute, so a nice palate cleanser for this angst filled list lol

I desperately wish I had more recs with a similar premise but sadly this is all I have 😞 If anyone has any additional recs, please send them my way!!

If anyone wants recs with supportive centaurs, asshole metros, or with shane specifically confronting Troy, I also have some of those so feel free to ask!

Remember to leave a comment if you enjoy any of these fics ❤️

[technicallyverycowboy]

shane hollander, stoned off his gourd in heated rivalry ep. 05.

based on this incredible text post by @taviacoolcat

[specificpollsaboutbooks]

Favorite Book with a Color Title

Round 1

Where the Red Fern Grows (Wilson Rawls) VS The Blue Castle (L. M. Montgomery)

Where the Red Fern Grows

The Blue Castle

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Where the Red Fern Grows:

made me cry 👍

The Blue Castle:

Sweet little romance about a woman in 1920s Canada, who has led an extremely repressed life, and finally learns to live when she gets a terminal diagnosis. Filled with Montgomery's gorgeous descriptions of natural beauty and her hilarious observations on human nature.

[moonlightredfern]

Where The Red Fern Grows:

Sad middle grade novel. I think there is a dog?

Where The Redfern Grows:

Sad prequel novel* to The Blue Castle feat: extra sad little rich boi

*not real.

[porcelain-dollbones]

it really is kind of interesting how attached people are to the idea of the improvised line and the genuine reaction in film. nearly every single famous moment or line has some sort of claim floating around that it wasn't in the script and was either made up on the spot by an actor or was sprung as a surprise on the actors to get their 'real' reaction. you know, sometimes people do come up with good lines in advance and write them down, and sometimes people can pretend to be have a convincing emotional response on screen

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Any bug facts for pride month? Any that change sex, or that defy gender, or get it on with each other even if they can't mate?

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[erdenmaedchen]

STAR TREK V The Final Frontier

[gremlininho]

let me. innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

[kittybroker]

Don't let these prices hold you back! This fiendish kitty now coming in for only $6.89!

[charlesoberonn]

This one is for my fellow office workers

[headspace-hotel]

All working printers are alike because there's only one of them in the world at any given time

[namunii]

Shane's only photo of Ilya for several years

[great-and-small]

I can now attest that the Flamboyant Cuttlefish is aptly named 🕺 🕺 🕺

[woman-becomer]

imagine a goat with a hat

STOP-

what hat did you give the goat what is the instinctual hat you gave to this goat

[probablily]

awesome wonder

a camp au ficlet | 781 words | warning: underage sexual content (they are about 16 here)

Shane pushes Ilya up against the wall of the boat shed. He's shirtless and still damp from the lake, clammy skin cool against Ilya. That's the one problem with lifeguarding in this heat—Ilya can't get in the water. Shane's lips hover close, but he won't close the gap. Ilya has to be the one to kiss Shane for the second time.

Ilya hopes this doesn't mean Shane's going to ignore him for another two weeks. At least he isn't pulling away again. Last time, Ilya was left out in the dark behind the cabin, heart stuttering from a single chaste kiss as he tried to collect himself enough to face a cabin full of ten-year-olds again.

Now, Shane presses himself against Ilya, hands fisting Ilya's t-shirt, mouth parting for Ilya's tongue. He tastes like lake water, and Ilya's hands push through his still wet hair. Shane gasps, the sound tugging in Ilya's gut... then down to his dick.

"Shane," he breathes, drawing him closer, a solid line of heat. Shane still isn't pulling away. "Fuck."

The dusty slats of the shed press against Ilya's back, a rouge paddle board touches his shin, and the air in here is stuffy, thick with heat. Ilya doesn't care. Shane's in his arms.

"Been thinking of this," Shane says, one of his hands pushes Ilya's shirt up; Ilya supposes it's only fair. "Thinking of you."

He sounds frantic, unlike the careful way Shane usually carries himself. Ilya wants to know why, know everything Shane's thinking of—but he thinks if he asks Shane to explain, he'd only scare him away.

"Me too," is all Ilya can say. He shifts slightly and finds Shane hard against his leg. Shane makes a whiny sort of noise as Ilya presses back, thigh rubbing now on Shane's cock.

Shane moves his hips once, instinctively chasing the friction, then freezes.

"No, keep going." Ilya's hands fly to Shane's hips, thumbs on his lower back, hoping the touch will still Shane's thoughts. Holy fuck. Ilya can't believe this is happening.

"I don't— We shouldn't." Shane bites his lower lip, looks at Ilya again. His expression is open, something that so rarely appears on Shane that it takes Ilya a while to place where he usually sees it.

Campfire. Shane across the circle, other side of the fire, looking up at the sky or into the flames, always seeing something that Ilya can't. God or Jesus, or maybe the Holy Spirit. Shane sings like it means something, like there's someone out there worthy of his worship.

Ilya sings only for his mother.

"Is okay," Ilya says now. Brushes a thumb over Shane's cheek. Shane has more freckles now than he did at the beginning of the summer. "You can move."

Ilya shoves a hand down the front of his shorts while Shane ruts against his leg. Shane breaking down like this—composure loosening, small noises escaping him as his movement speeds up—is one of the hottest things Ilya's ever seen. And he's had real sex before.

It's over in probably three minutes. Shane slumps against Ilya, forehead pressing against him. Their breath sounds louder than it did a minute ago, and Ilya's hot all over, the humid thickness of the air overwhelming. Jesus fucking Christ.

Ilya can't believe what just happened. His hand is still at the nape of Shane's neck, it's wet with water and sweat. He watches as the tension returns to Shane, shiftness drawing his shoulders back together.

"Shoot." Shane peels away from Ilya, only their legs touch now. He looks down at his swim trucks. "I'm all— It's gross."

"Same." Ilya wipes his hand off on the inside of his shirt. "Felt good though, yes? You have to shower off after lake anyways."

Shane inhales, high and anxious. "I don't—Oh my gosh. We should— We have to get out of here."

"I know." Ilya thinks his hands might be shaking as he brushes back Shane's hair once more, sweat keeping it where he puts it. He tries to keep the rest of himself steady.

He kisses Shane again, and now he tastes only of spit—his own and Ilya's. Shane pulls back before he can deepen it, but it's good.

It's good.

Shane hurries out of the shed after another mumbled excuse. Leaves Ilya alone again. Ilya can't be mad about it, not really—he knows some of what must be going on in Shane's head. He knows how many rules Shane just broke.

So Ilya's not mad, just... disappointed. And he trips over the paddleboard on his own way out.

Later, at campfire, Ilya watches Shane's face, the open way he sings. He'd expected something to change—doubt creeping into Shane's singing. Ilya thought maybe he'd ruined him. But there's no difference... Shane sings the same today as he did yesterday, as he did before the first kiss.

And as Shane looks into the fire, sees something flickering in the ashes that Ilya can't, Ilya thinks he looks the same as he did in the shed.

———

more camp au

would appreciate a reblog if you liked this :)

tag list: @allstarrocks @inshanely @larkral @nirby-wirby @shaneholeander @siighonic @st-hollender , let me know if you want to added to the tag list for more ficlets in this au :)

[notoisstrange]

It must have felt like such a short time together in the end. But for her it was a whole lifetime (20 minute practice)

[iamnotlanuk]

[dahliavandare]

You’re just not ready. At no point in this video when he says the next thing are you ready.

[the-apocrypha]

a pox on all your houses Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov || T || 19k || Part 1 of 2

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Getting Together, Sort Of, Situationships, Relationship Status: It's Complicated, Tuna Melt Canon Divergence, Pre-Tuna Melt, Fluff and Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Ilya Rozanov Fucked Around Now He's Finding Out

"Chlamydia?" Ilya has never heard Hollander's voice reach such heights in the absence of a cock. "You have chlamydia?" "I did not get it on purpose," Ilya complains.

Svetlana: I'm going to fucking kill you

Ilya quirks an eyebrow.

Between his nationality, his profession, his love life, and the way he generally behaves as a human being, Ilya is very used to receiving death threats. This isn't the even the first one this week.

He does worry, sometimes, what he will do if he ever runs out of clever ways to reply.

Ilya: I will still be hotter than you Ilya: And richer Ilya: I hope you're not plotting my murder for the inheritance because no one is getting shit from me, it's all going to my massive fucking tombstone Ilya: And a solid gold statue of me Ilya: Outside the mausoleum I will build for all my trophies

I have already sent the concept art to my law—he's halfway through typing out, when Svetlana's reply finally pops up.

Svetlana: You gave me fucking CHLAMYDIA

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SPOILER ALERT: S2 storyline spoilers

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