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Guys, do Ilya and Shane share underwear or is it not tactful considering Ilya’s humongous ass?
Yes they do
Yes they do regardless of the size differences
What underwear? They’re naked half of the time!
Shane will towel whip ilya, ilya will chase him down, tackle him, and then they wrestle and suddenly they’re fucking nasty style
based on the timeline Ilya couldve been listening to crying on the bathroom floor by muna while Shane was dating Rose
Jane Hollander and Lily Rozanova
Movie: Montreal, My Beautiful
Someone pointed out how ilya’s crotch is shane’s safest space, and I can’t let it go. Him nuzzling his head on it in vegas, and him nuzzling mid panic attack in the cottage.
So yeaaah shane’s most stable thought during his panic attacks is his boyfriend crotch. God bless him
Napping time on his boyfriend crotch #YIPI!!!!
Ilya draped across the cottage couch, hair still damp from the lake, mouth slightly open, legs half up, half down. The summer breeze kissed his skin in the most peaceful way possible. The sun was no longer visible, and the only thing he could hear was Shane moving around in the kitchen, making them sandwiches after swimming.
And then, all of a sudden, there was a freckled angel waking him up by kissing every inch of his face.
Forehead? Mwah.
Between his eyebrows? Mwah.
His temple? Mwah.
His cheek? Mwah.
His nose bridge? Mwah.
His mole? Mwah.
Ilya smiled brightly with his eyes still closed. “You missed a spot.” Shane chuckled. “Mmm.”
He kissed Ilya’s nose.
Ilya tsked in disagreement. Shane laughed.
He kissed Ilya’s jaw.
Ilya groaned, God’s brightest smile still plastered across his face. Shane couldn’t have that. He couldn’t not kiss him even more. So he crashed their lips together. Ilya hummed happily against his mouth before opening his eyes. “Very good, mylysh.” He immediately kissed him again to hide his now furiously blushing face. Ilya was losing his mind.
Oh my God. I can’t believe this is my life now. God.Oh my God.Oh my God.Oh my God.
I would be drunk running holding his hands and setting on his lap too
Sometime, somewhere (in the kitchen, most likely), pre the epic I love you night, Shane watched Ilya settling comfortably into the cottage, tiptoeing around him in the kitchen, sharing the smallest touches: elbows brushing, hip to hip.
Ilya passed something to Shane, letting his fingers linger on top of Shane’s exactly like the gym scene. But this time, Ilya didn’t take his hand away immediately. He watched as Shane’s hand stayed still, steady, as if its sole purpose of existence was to cradle Ilya’s, to fit perfectly with his like puzzle pieces. I will spend my entire life loving you. I don’t think I’ll ever escape it. How could I live my life without the shape of you in my heart? Ilya thought as he caught Shane’s smallest smile, shane’s eyes tracing their now lightly laced fingers, knowing exactly what he was thinking about, that night.. at the gym, many years ago.
Shane moved his hand up, up, up, slowly, slowly reaching for Ilya’s shoulder to pull him into the warmest hug ever and whisper in his ear, “Ilya.” Like he couldn’t believe he was allowed to have him here, in his favorite place in the entire world. He couldn’t believe it, so afraid to jinx it if he thought too much about it. Ilya melted in his embrace.
Feeling his breath on his neck, he heard the whisper “My Shane.” So faint he almost didn’t catch it. His Shane, he thought. His Shane. For an entire two weeks. His Shane, his Shane, hishishishishis.
Shoulders- Ilya
cw flashing images
the way they’re looking at each other here
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
Just making use of my free will
Inspo🖼:The Meeting on the Turret Stairs
it’s like looking at the creation of adam
between shane's neurodivergence and ilya's bisexuality neither of them know how to sit normally. put them next to each other for more than 10 minutes and they will inevitably start playing twister. they are coming up with positions you couldn't even conceive of. the centaurs have an entire shared photo album dedicated to pictures of them sitting in positions that Can't Possibly Be Comfortable but they somehow maintain for an absurd amount of time anyway. the most crucial part of this is that it's entirely subconscious and it takes several different people pointing it out to them before they even realize they're doing it
That’s hilarious because that’s literally hudson and connor to a point.
I need a GOOD character study for Shane Hollander.
STAY SAFE!! [ID: the Gilbert Baker pride flag with the words “Happy pride to all those who are unable to celebrate openly and safely. You are loved and seen!” in all-caps black text over it. /end ID]
I’m thinking about shane and ilya long distance relationship after their first summer together in the cottage. The countless good morning texts and calls, how glued they’re to their phones, feeling each other so close yet still miles away. They’re becoming even more attached even more codependent somehow. They memorize each other’s routine, the many good luck calls and voice notes before every game.
Shane once leaving a voicemail to ilya “Good luck baby, I love you.” And he gotta be a little asshole about it so he adds “maybe if I’m bored enough i’ll be watching,” because the love of his life is starting to rub off on him.and ilya listens to it every morning, every night, before a game, or two, or maybe every game, when he’s sad or happy or misses him (well.. which is all the time). Oh excuse me I got a text from my boyfriend, ohhhh I fell asleep on call with my boyfriend listening to his steady breaths as if he’s next to me. My boyfriend my boyfriend my boyfriend.
They love each other so much.
