Here, Queer & Everywhere

🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋 #Reddie #Hollanov PJ - 29 - He/Him - Aotearoa (NZ) Resident of Clowntown

[lemonleafloser]

Kia Ora! I’m PJ! (Preston-Jordan)

If you want to get to know me, keep reading. If not? No? I don’t blame ya, there’s better things to do ✌🏻

He/Him They/Them but I’m honestly pretty chill with my pronouns 🤙🏻

Demiromantic & Demisexual/Graysexual

I have Irlens Syndrome https://www.irlensyndrome.org/what-is-irlen-syndrome/ Many people ask where I get my cool red shades and tell them that I have perceptual processing disorder. It’s pretty fun to see their faces drop realising “oh I fucked up” but I genuinely am pretty chill so long as you’re not a dick 😂

What is Irlen Syndrome?

IRLEN SYNDROME IS A PERCEPTUAL PROCESSING DISORDER It is not an optical problem. It is a problem with the brain’s ability to process visual

I’m 29 and live in New Zealand! I was born in the UK but moved here when I was 2 so I consider myself Kiwi, through and through.

I’m a Tauries, born April 20th (Shout out to all the cuspbies) but I think I’m more of a Taurus but people love to tell me otherwise so…. Awkward 😅

I’m a writer and a singer who dabbles on the drums.

I enjoy making artwork, I’m not great at it but I enjoy it so, suck it 😂

I’m a horror fan! If you couldn’t already tell. I’m still living deep in clown town! Will I get over it? Probably not… but that’s not all I’m into! In not particular order…

IT/Heated Rivalry/Torchwood/DoctorWho/QueerAsFolk(US2000)/Starkid/SMOSH/Watcher/James (band)/Supernatural/Flanaverse/Horror/SaturdayNightLive/BrooklynNine-Nine/ParksAndRec/TheOffice/UnbreakableKimmySchmidt/QueerCinema/30Rock/FinalDestination/Thanksgiving2023/Scream/SammyRae/D&D…..& more

So many interests! So little time!

I’m always keen to meet new people so please don’t hesitate to say hi!

I wouldn’t say my blog is exclusively 18+ but I do occasionally reblog some things that would be inappropriate for minors so please just be aware of that.

DNI:

I will NOT tolerate

Transphobia

Homophobia

Racism

Bigoted Views

Paedophilia

Trump Supporters

Just don’t even bother because I certainly won’t!

[sluttywilliams]

shane and ilya having slow lazy sleepy morning sex all flushed and breathless and pressed together so tightly it's impossible to know where one ends and the other begins and they're holding hands and gazing into each others eyes and both of them are sosososo lost in the feeling of being this close of having this of finally being afforded the time to be slow and lazy and stretch it out for hours and then afterwards they stay in each other's arms catching their breaths waiting for their heartbeats to slow down maybe even fall back asleep for a few more hours with ilya still inside shane and when they wake up it's almost noon and they'll do it all over again. as husbands.

[punksalmon]

whenever you take too much time to write something know it is because stephen king has been stealing your life force

[mymansmoon]

fluff? on mymansmoon? it's more likely than you think.

it's the year following s1. ilya is still in boston and shane is in montreal. they've just played a game against each other in boston and shane is staying over at ilya's house. after dinner they have a little fight about who's going to handle the dishes and ilya wins, play-snarling and biting at shane. shane rolls his eyes; ilya tells him to go into the living room and turn on the TV or something. so he does. settles into one corner of the couch. bundled top to toe in ilya's clothes: hoodie, sweats, socks. (he prefers his own, texturally, but he liked the principle of using everything of ilya's.)

he turns on some sports channel probably. five minutes later ilya comes into the room and flops onto the couch, head landing in shane's lap and the rest of his body stretching out lengthwise. he lets out a big 'ahh!' sound as he does and shane smiles, putting his hands on him. ilya turns onto his side so he can watch tv as well. maybe there's a hockey game on, i don't know. but they talk for a bit about whatever they're watching. relaxed observations traded back and forth. shane is absently playing with any part of ilya that he can easily reach. his hair, his ear, his neck, his shoulder. the night is winding down. they had a late dinner because they were having sex before. started the moment shane walked in the door. shane is full and relaxed. he has his favourite person in his lap. a silence descends on them both.

at some point something happens on the tv that warrants a comment from shane, but it receives no reply from ilya. "ilya?" he leans forward to check ilya's face and he's sleeping. eyes closed, mouth open. he's making those little clicking noises on his inhales that teeter on the edge of snoring. shane feels an unbearable swell of affection for him and watches him for a bit. then he very carefully reaches over to check the time on his phone. it's late. as much as he doesn't want to disturb ilya, he has an early flight out of boston tomorrow, and he isn't going to get a good night's sleep sitting up on this couch.

shane scratches ilya's scalp gently. "baby," he says. no response. he scratches him again, rubs his shoulder and then his jaw. "baby." ilya makes a noise and frowns, stirring a little. shane thinks his heart is going to burst out of his chest. "baby, let's go to bed," he says. this time ilya turns onto his back but keeps his eyes closed. he lifts his chin, sleepily asking for a kiss. shane smiles and gives it to him. soft warm press of lips for two seconds. when shane pulls back ilya sighs and makes a satisfied "hmmh" sound, before going still again. threatening to fall back asleep. shane's cheeks hurt. he rubs the backs of his fingers under ilya's chin. "hey, sleepyhead," he urges gently.

finally ilya inhales the inhale of a waking person, sudden and sharp and deep, and buries his face in shane's—rather, his own—hoodie. then he lifts himself off shane's lap. shane lets him go, reaching for the remote to shut the tv off while ilya yawns and rubs at his face in his periphery. he has groggy eyes. shane gets up and extends a hand to him; ilya takes it. shane pulls him up and leads him by the hand through the house, as familiar to shane now as his own place in montreal.

"I need to—" ilya gestures at the lights that are still on in the kitchen and entryway. "I've got it," shane says, and leaves ilya to hit all the appropriate switches. when he returns ilya is looking at him in a way. "what?" shane asks.

ilya shakes his head. "is just nice," he murmurs. "this is a little like your house now too."

shane breathes. takes ilya's hand again. "yeah," he says. he squeezes. the house is dark and blue-ish now. moonlight coming in through ilya's floor-to-ceiling windows. they look at each other for several long moments, then shane pulls ilya with him to the bedroom.

[bugslibraryy]

aftercareeee my fave! i’m partial to shane crying on it so ilya is holding him close letting him get his overwhelmed tears out, swiping a wash cloth under his eyes so very gently. they’re bickering through fuckdrunk giggles over who has to get up to retrieve said wash cloth but both end up going bc they don’t want to sacrifice physical contact yet

Baby baby baby yes. Ilya is sat up against the headboard, leant back against a mess of pillows and Shane is in his lap, lotus style with his legs around Ilya. Shane is slumped into Ilya’s warmth, his head laying on Ilya’s chest, and Ilya’s hand is cupped under Shane’s jaw, holding gently, thumb rubbing at sweat slick skin. Ilya’s other hand is holding Shane’s, tucked against Shane’s stomach, by his warm hip and Shane is playing with Ilya’s fingers.

Ilya cooes whenever tears slip down form Shane’s lashes to his fingers on his jaw, soothes the back of his knuckles up to wipe them away. Kissing at the top of Shane’s head, nuzzling his nose through his dark hair. Ilya is muttering to Shane mostly in Russian about how good he did and how good he made Ilya feel and his love, his baby, voice low, more like a warm rumble for Shane than the actual words. After a while Shane starts to get a little squirmy and then he’s turning his face into Ilya’s chest more, rubbing his face into his skin and leaving some wet tear smudges, whispering “thank you” and it’s gonna make Ilya’s heart explode probably.

And Ilya is all “sweetheart you have to stop these tears, or let me get up to her a cloth to clean your face hm?” Ilya whispers, his whole hand cupping Shane’s flushed wet face, cradling his head to his chest.

“think you should stay here” Shane just huffs and Ilyas laughs, warm and low and tugs Shane’s earlobe. “Ah yes, I can tell” he teases, hand smooths down Shane’s back as if to say, yes I can feel you making sure I don’t leave. Then his fingers Shane’s ass and his soft wet hole stretched around Ilya still and then Ilya is petting there and Shane is wriggling in his lap, thighs jolting. Fresh tears spring into Ilya’s chest and he croons down at Shane “so good here” and Shane is half squirming into and away from the touch, too much too good, perfect.

“Ilya” Shane complains and Ilya is like “I know I’m meant to be getting a cloth to clean you but you won’t let me” he nips at Shane’s ear as he says it and Shane huffs. They fuss and fool around and argue about getting a cloth until Ilya just stands, Shane still cradled to him, so they don’t have to part.

[lavenderprose]

I need you guys to walk with me and understand that Ilya and Shane's first fuck as a married couple takes place on the edge of Ilya's bed ("Our bed, Hollander, our marital bed--" "Jesus fucking Christ Ilya--") while Usher Yeah! plays at bone-melting volume from the backyard and guys from three different hockey teams yell the lyrics even louder. Shane realizes that Ilya is inadvertently thrusting to the beat and for one very brilliant second it is the hottest thing ever. The mood is genuinely almost ruined when the song switches to Sweet Caroline. Harris should never be allowed to DJ again.

"SWEET CAROLINE. BUM BUM BUM." - Eleven highly inebriated hockey players and David Hollander, who's having great memories of his own wedding where they played the same song.

"Good times never seemed so good..." - Ilya Rozanov, whisper-singing to himself and completely unaware of it as he rails his husband into next Tuesday.

"Why is this hot. Oh my god why is this hot." - Shane Hollander, who at the age of thirty is still discovering things about himself.

[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[flagellant]

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

[coffee-or-hot-cocoa]

i need all the help i can get for finals

[finnglas]

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

This might be the real one, y’all.

[avhira]

I could use some luck

[monarobot]

The good luck post! \o/

[viking-illustrator]

You know what? I’m gonna do it this time. I’ve got an interview in 2 days. Let’s see what this baby can do.

[eonblueinmay]

Artist: moreloveforjm on ig

[louferrignojrofficial]

HEATED RIVALRY 1.02 "Olympians"

[bugshroom]

there should be a pill you can take one time that will shrivel up your uterus and abort it through one last horrible period

[manuciruja]

awww the like button turns into a rainbow when you press it! that's so cute...hey staff what's with all the trans women you keep nuking?

[manuciruja]

i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users

[concerto-roblox]

hudson williams saying shane hollander is autistic and that he based his performance on his neurodivergent dad, and connor storrie saying that shane's autistic traits are things that make him charming... oh you will both be reincarnated as a beautiful lotus flowers

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

sorry to be a broken record every month but christ menstruation is a stupid concept. oooooh excuse me for not getting pregnant, why the fuck is there goo falling out of me about it? grow the fuck up and reabsorb that shit for nutrients.

[lokh1]

‘how would other people describe you’ why would i know this

[marisatomay]

This Pride I hope that all of you never ever forget that no amount of sanitizing your sex life or sanding down of your LGBT edges will make bigots accept you. So, don’t debase yourself by capitulating an inch to them, especially in ways that throw your fellow community members under the bus.

[marisatomay]

You are a degenerate faggot in the eyes of bigots whether you’re wearing a nice button down and slacks with combed hair or leather daddy kink gear. So stand with the freaks who will stand with you until the end—long after the bigots have abandoned you despite your claims to be “one of the good ones.”

[dreamycastaway]

The original pride flag and the sewing machine it was sewn on

[iwriterobots]

[dumnslut]