Man sometimes you just need to cry while Joey Batey holds your hands telling you everything is ok đĽ˛
Real talk; he was so incredibly patient with me, my crying, and I truly wish for all folks to someday meet him â¤ď¸
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Man sometimes you just need to cry while Joey Batey holds your hands telling you everything is ok đĽ˛
Real talk; he was so incredibly patient with me, my crying, and I truly wish for all folks to someday meet him â¤ď¸
hey wait! i know you! we used to be chained next to each other in the cave! wow, so good to see you, how are ya? man. remember how we used to talk about the shadows on the wall together. gosh that was a long time ago. but hey. sure is one heck of a sun out here, right? it's good to see you.
i wrote this post with happy tears in my eyes sitting in a parking lot after getting coffee for 3 hours with someone i did youth shakespeare with when we were teenagers and hadn't seen in 15 years, in which time we both transitioned, got into nerd shit, found a job that feels good, found people to spend our gay little lives with, and coincidentally moved to the same city. this is exactly how it felt. never ever ever kill yourself
âBut we look after each other, donât we?â
âAlwaysâ
deadass thought this was a joke post about lestat bc I forgot olivia rodrigo has that song
Captive Prince thought of the day (as if I only have one Captive Prince thought per day which is simply not true, but we can pretend):
Is there anyone who read the below line and could resist elevating Laurent to most iconic fictional character status for it? This guy just learned devastating news in a very gruesome way and he delivers this absolute stunner?
An icon among men.
in my head i do everything right
Faces in coffee.
After TLG, the one thing Shane enjoys more than competing against his husband is competing with his husband. On the ice, playing hockey, obviously. But also against other couples.
It isn't that Shane dislikes Scott & Kip or Troy & Harris or Hayden & Jackie. It's just that Shane enjoys knowing that his and Ilya's relationship is just. better.
It doesn't mean that Ilya and Shane are always lovey-dovey - bickering and trashtalking is Ilya's and his love language, just a little foreplay - no, Shane dissects other couples teamplay, connection and communication with the same precision he analyses a hockey game.
Meeting one of the other couples and exchanging meaningful glances with Ilya over a sip of his drink when he notices a hint of a strain between the other two.
He's 100% the guy to say: "Oh, I just think, if he really loves you, he would help you with the dishes, just saying." "Oh, Ilya and I would never fight about this."Â or "I mean, it's good when that works for you two but Ilya and I like spending a lot of time together, so..."
"So, you hate outdoor stuff but Harris wants to go camping? Well that's too bad. No, Ilya and I are always very much on the same wavelength when it comes to planning our vacation."
"A dry spell? What is that? Oh. Yeah no, sorry buddy, Ilya and I never had anything like this. Are you and Kip okay though?"
And of course that ends in the nastiest debrief with Ilya, later, like Shane is a total gossip. "Jackie said she and Hayden have seperate duvets isn't that weird? I'm worried about them."
Shane already forgot that just this morning Ilya and him bickered over socks left laying around, but as most of their arguments this problem ended in mind-blowing sex, so who would really count this as argument and not as a win-win?
Shane also gleefully ignores that Ilya and he jumped a from decade long homoerotic rivalry while secretly being emotionally repressed fuckbuddies straight to mutual codependency, still with homoerotic competitiveness. He's sure that's the healthiest relationship anyone ever has had.
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. âYou missed a spot.â Shane chuckled. âMmm.â
He kissed Ilyaâs nose.
Ilya tsked in disagreement. Shane laughed.
He kissed Ilyaâs jaw.
Ilya groaned, Godâs brightest smile still plastered across his face. Shane couldnât have that. He couldnât not kiss him even more. So he crashed their lips together. Ilya hummed happily against his mouth before opening his eyes. âVery good, mylysh.â He immediately kissed him again to hide his now furiously blushing face. Ilya was losing his mind.
Oh my God. I canât believe this is my life now. God.Oh my God.Oh my God.Oh my God.
incomplete list of things hollanov realize about each other after their first summer
- Ilya's hair gets impossibly blonder with all the sun
- Shane's freckles become darker and more defined
- ilya does NOT tan his Slavic ass is burning
- shane has a ridiculously specific brand of sunscreen and REFUSES to use anything else (this will be forced onto ilya IMMEDIATELY following the first burn of the season where shane realizes with horror ilya does not believe in sun screen)
- ilya behaves like a child at the pool the moment he gets anywhere near water (including the bartering begging and pleading to not have to leave)
- shane is a fiend for popsicles. low cal sweet treat without having to eat ice cream. perfect. they stain his (and later ilyas) mouth for an entire afternoon
- the only kitchen appliance ilya can operate with any kind of competence is a microwave
- there is exactly one kind of kitchen appliance shane does NOT own. hey. wanna guess what it is.
- when Ilya's actually got all his shit his curly hair routine is EXTENSIVE. they are equally high maintenance individuals. just in different ways.
- their first summer together where theyre allowed to touch each other how they want where they want is the beginning of the realization they're both insanely clingy individuals. they will never recover.
Putting the term "Catholic guilt" on a high shelf where fandom can't reach it until everyone learns how to identify characters who are very very clearly coded as Protestant.
heated rivalry twitter (70/?) intricate rituals or something
A mainstay of vegan mobsters. "You betta have my money by Friday, or Joey bag 'o tofu here is gonna turn that pretty face of yours into tempeh."
i fucking hated your shoelaces this entire time
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no thoughts, head empty, only 'if I don't make it back from where I've gone, just know I loved you all along' from the amazing devil's live performance replaying endlessly in my head...