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This is a dangerous sentiment for me to express, as an editor who spends most of my working life telling writers to knock it off with the 45-word sentences and the adverbs and tortured metaphors, but I do think we're living through a period of weird pragmatic puritanism in mainstream literary taste.
e.g. I keep seeing people talk about 'purple prose' when they actually mean 'the writer uses vivid and/or metaphorical descriptive language'. I've seen people who present themselves as educators offer some of the best genre writing in western canon as examples of 'purple prose' because it engages strategically in prose-poetry to evoke mood and I guess that's sheer decadence when you could instead say "it was dark and scary outside". But that's not what purple prose means. Purple means the construction of the prose itself gets in the way of conveying meaning. mid-00s horse RPers know what I'm talking about. Cerulean orbs flash'd fire as they turn'd 'pon rollforth land, yonder horizonways. <= if I had to read this when I was 12, you don't get to call Ray Bradbury's prose 'purple'.
I griped on here recently about the prepossession with fictional characters in fictional narratives behaving 'rationally' and 'realistically' as if the sole purpose of a made-up story is to convince you it could have happened. No wonder the epistolary form is having a tumblr renaissance. One million billion arguments and thought experiments about The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas that almost all evade the point of the story: that you can't wriggle out of it. The narrator is telling you how it was, is and will be, and you must confront the dissonances it evokes and digest your discomfort. 'Realistic' begins on the author's terms, that's what gives them the power to reach into your brain and fiddle about until sparks happen. You kind of have to trust the process a little bit.
This ultra-orthodox attitude to writing shares a lot of common ground with the tight, tight commodification of art in online spaces. And I mean commodification in the truest sense - the reconstruction of the thing to maximise its capacity to interface with markets. Form and function are overwhelmingly privileged over cloudy ideas like meaning, intent and possibility, because you can apply a sliding value scale to the material aspects of a work. But you can't charge extra for 'more challenging conceptual response to the milieu' in a commission drive. So that shit becomes vestigial. It isn't valued, it isn't taught, so eventually it isn't sought out. At best it's mystified as part of a given writer/artist's 'talent', but either way it grows incumbent on the individual to care enough about that kind of skill to cultivate it.
And it's risky, because unmeasurables come with the possibility of rejection or failure. Drop in too many allegorical descriptions of the rose garden and someone will decide your prose is 'purple' and unserious. A lot of online audiences seem to be terrified of being considered pretentious in their tastes. That creates a real unwillingness to step out into discursive spaces where you 🫵 are expected to develop and explore a personal relationship with each element of a work. No guard rails, no right answers. Word of god is shit to us out here. But fear of getting that kind of analysis wrong makes people hove to work that slavishly explains itself on every page. And I'm left wondering, what's the point of art that leads every single participant to the same conclusion? See Spot run. Run, Spot, run. Down the rollforth land, yonder horizonways. I just want to read more weird stuff.
does anybody remember heated rivalry
just put the soundtrack together #myfiles and the final song has me feeling some type of way guys rememevr heate d rivalry
literally i said saddle up cowboy im waiting for you wont you give it up dont be another one of em be one of us come on come on come on weve got bad things to do. LETS ALL. LIVE
21 year old ilya drooling over 42 year old shane's muffin top. <3
God I miss the days when you could show up to a stranger’s farm and he’d say “What’s your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I ain’t got none, sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do you for and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who ain’t got married yet even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talkin and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinkin from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour
pondering about the scene in TLG where Ilya hasn’t cum in a few days (unusual for him) and him and Shane jerk off over FaceTime and Ilya cums so much it literally surprises them both. and then he cums even more.
food for thought
that ”there’s more” IS CRAZYY
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Ilya shows up late to a meetup with Shane during their situationship era and it takes only one second for Shane to yell, truly yell, are you fucking high right now? at him. Ilya is leaning against the door, squinting as he kicks off his shoes. Hollander, are you a narc?
Shane is absolutely floored, keeps sputtering about well, now they can’t have sex and seriously, Rozanov, can’t fucking believe you — and Ilya interrupts him. Who said we can’t have sex?
And Shane’s pissed bc that’s just common sense, Rozanov, you don’t fuck somebody when they’re under the influence and - well - seriously! It would be wrong and bad - and again. Ilya says well, who told you that.
This isn’t my first time getting high, Hollander, I’m not like you (fuck you) I have some tolerance, and if you’re not comfortable fucking me when I’m high, then that’s one thing but -
Shane, shifty af, I didn’t say that.
(Shane riding Ilya who is so relaxed, practically melted into the pillows while sinking into the sensations. Shane doesn’t bother hiding how much this sweet-sleepy Ilya gets him going while Ilya is taking forever to cum, his attention keeping sticking on Shane’s freckles & less his own pleasure)
remember when we were making tuna melts to eat while watching ep 4 for the first time? like we wanted to experience the same fish breath hollanov did during the frottage of doom and despair. early hr fandom was so funny for that
this is fucking killing me bro. weird little plastic figurine of two guys frotting on a couch moments before gay disaster, the merch everyone is asking for, happy pride
Is this real. Am I getting Prank’d
it’s so bizarre discovering that people are still arguing about various things online in the year 2026. had a friend tell me last night that they saw a video that managed to change lots of people’s minds on he/him lesbians and i guess i was meant to be relieved by that but i was more just surprised that people are still out there talking about that as if they have any power to stop it in the first place, and also realised i have not thought about it as a point of contention for Years 😭 like i guess i’m glad people changed their minds but it’s also like . i am existing in the world and so are other people whose presentation might not make sense to everybody so what is the point of even giving a moment’s attention to an argument like that . i feel like i’m not explaining myself right but i just think it’s bananas that i’m sort of (from a good place but still) expected to care whether or not strangers online approve of my existence
Ilya is so lucky that Shane proposed. Ilya would have been a nervous fucking wreck for the entire day beforehand. Wake up in the morning. Look in the mirror. Today's the day. Sob. Breathe. Okay I'm good! Turn around and Shane's hair is all in his face, still asleep on Ilya's pillow. I am NOT good. Cold shower. Breakfast that Ilya does not eat. Morning jog wherein Ilya runs like someone is chasing him. Lunch that Ilya does not eat. Drive out to the cottage. Make Shane pull over because Ilya needs to dry heave on the side of the road. "Baby we don't have to drive out today if you're not feeling well." "NO WE HAVE TO." Get to the cottage. Immediately send Shane on some kind of extended fool's errand. Shane wants to stay because Ilya is SHAKING and he is so worried. "No my love I'm fine it's just the breeze off the lake haha." It's thirty fuckig degrees Celsius. Shane finally gtfo's. Yuna, David, Rose FUCKING Landry all descend to help Ilya set up. Well. Ilya is supposed to be helping but he is standing on the deck fully dissociating. Yuna brings him tea. "Are you going to throw up the tea?" "Yes probably." Yuna takes away the tea. 800 electronic tea lights on the deck. In a parallel Ilya has no way of understanding, he both puts on and takes off a suit. Yuna fixes his curls into the hockey boy quasi-mullet that magnetizes Shane's fingers to Ilya's hair and says, "Oh, you're so handsome!" Ilya cries big fat tears. David tells a story about how his proposal to Yuna almost didn't happen because David went to the hospital for heart palpitations that morning. Thank You David That Does Not Help Even Remotely. Ilya slav squats on the lawn for twenty minutes. Shane's car pulls up in the driveway and everyone hides while Ilya vibrates in the entryway. Shane has no less than thirty grocery bags hanging from his arms, still complaining about why the grocery service cancelled their delivery last minute. Ilya leads Shane and all thirty of his grocery bags onto the deck. Shane is doing his favorite thing (bitching) and his second favorite thing (Follow Ilya) so he doesn't notice his own mother tiptoing behind him collecting the grocery bags he drops like breadcrumbs. There is an Oscar-winning actress hiding under his sofa and Shane does not notice because Ilya takes him on the deck and drops to his knees and Shane is like, "Haha, right now?" and then he sees that Ilya has a look on his face like he's just been told the sun is never coming up again and he has his hands on Shane's knees and he is saying, "Shane. Please?" and Shane puts his hands on his head and says "Oh my God baby what's happening to you" as Ilya melts and melts and then from the depths of the cottage someone who sounds a lot like Shane's very own father is whispering "The ring the ring" and when he looks back down Ilya is fumbling a ring box out of his pocket. The first picture of their proposal is Shane glaring into the middle distance with a hand cradling Ilya's curls like a baby while Ilya ugly sobs into his knee.
the best fic you have ever read in your entire fucking stupid life: written by anonymous
the misuse of ilya_chin_on_knee.jpg on this website makes me want to yank out my eyeballs sometimes lol. can we normalize remembering the context. guys he was hornyragebaiting the fuck out of shane in that moment. he was 5 seconds away from the dubcon exhibitionism blowjob of all time. that’s not a loyal dog that’s an evil mastermind of a cat slamming your cabinet doors until you give them treats (they know you will relent eventually and they’ll get their way no matter how much you protest)
let's recenter this
Can we talk about Shane Hollander’s inherent kindness for a sec. Him introducing himself to Ilya trying to make him feel comfortable. Constantly asking him questions about himself and wanting to soothe his pain. Making space for Ilya in his home. Displaying his love for him openly in front of his parents. He’s so endlessly empathetic and I just love him ok
the problem with autism is sometimes you want to do something (brave) but you need someone to gently walk you through each step so you know what will happen. and people don’t like doing that
i had to phone a taxi today, scary
every time i see this post i think of that person who posted on reddit that they wanted to go to subway for the first time but they were scared they would say the wrong thing so someone gave them step by step instructions for the entire process and what all the choices would be and when they would ask what question and i just think
someone will
someone out there will see you and say "yes. the world is scary. but let me hold your hand and show you how to do it anyways"
everyone needs that someone, and everyone can be that someone
The subreddit r/explainlikeimscared is a surprisingly good resource for this. People are always very kind and thorough from what I've seen, and I spend a decent amount of time there giving walkthroughs and answering questions when I know the process.
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