clearest blue.

light, shapes.. stay my clearest blue.

[joshuaballsett]

[handsywoman]

sleepy hollanov

[hutsonwoolyums]

I think one day it storms at the cottage, a huge, heavy thunderstorm that makes the air feel charged even before the rain starts. It picks up energy as it moves across the lake until the atmosphere inside and around the cottage is affected, electric. The wind whips the trees and pushes on the windows and yanks at Ilya's hair and steals the breath from Shane's lungs as they bring in the last of the chairs from the patio, right before the sky opens up. They shut the sliding door quickly, but they’re not faster than the pelting raindrops that splatter the windows, their feet, the floor. Shane laughs, feels breathless and wild, wants for a moment to run out into the rain and yell back in an answer to the thunder’s daring roar. But then he sees Ilya, storm-blue eyes and thunderbolt grin lit up in the gloomy gray from the lightning outside, the flash of a photograph, a perfect memory for Shane to keep.

“Your feet are wet,” Shane says, grabbing a towel left out after their swim earlier in the day. He goes to his knees, a job to do. Ilya's skin is cool to the touch, but the towel is dry and Shane's hands are warm like they’ve soaked up the last bit of sun before the storm. Shane lingers at Ilya's feet, presses a kiss to his ankle, his shin, his knee, looks up to see Ilya illuminated by yet another crack of lightning, and this time he’s not a memory but a god, some powerful deity who brought Shane to his knees in supplication. Shane turns his cheek into Ilya's thigh, feels blessed by the touch of Ilya's hand in his hair.

The storm outside throws its tantrum, angry to see Shane on his knees for Ilya instead of it. Shane hardly notices. He has Ilya's hands in his hair and Ilya's heartbeat on his tongue and Ilya's groans in his ears. Shane's eyes take in only Ilya, the full unholy reality of him: not a memory or a god but a living, breathing, pulse-pounding man, moaning and shuddering apart on Shane's tongue, more honest and wild and beautiful than the storm that rages outside.

[russianblush]

#when the fic says "his eyes roll back in pleasure"

[connorstorriegifs]

Connor Storrie | Vogue Adria

[russianblush]

CONNOR STORRIE as LANCE KINGSTON CRIMINAL MINDS EVOLUTION

[ilya-rozanova]

Connor Storrie as Lance Kingston | Criminal Minds: s19 e4

[connorstorriegifs]

Connor Storrie as Lance Kingston | Criminal Minds: Evolution

↳ 19.04 "The Witching Hour"

[dailyconnorstorrie]

Connor Storrie as Lance Kingston in Criminal Minds: Evolution S19EP4

[kateantropova]

[Proceeds to thank every single person he knows on earth] | Hudson Williams wins Best Lead Performer in a Drama at the Canadian Screen Awards making him the youngest Actor to achieve this

[texasbama]

baby boy 🥺💜

[mybloodstream-caffeine]

I could SO imagine an au where Ilya thinks Shane is playing like some 4D level mind fuck game with him when he comes over to shake his hand (twice) and compliment his playing, so instead of doing his cocky asshole schtick he earnestly takes the compliment and returns it in kind. And then Ilya goes in for the kill, expecting to call Shane's nice guy bluff by asking for his number. Ha. Bet you weren't expecting THAT, Hollander.

But then Hollander seems,,, weirdly pleased?? And,,, actually complies?? Before practically skipping off, like he got what he wanted?? What??

And then they're texting back and forth and Ilya still partly thinks this is some kind of long con, but then it's been weeks and then it's been longer and suddenly they're at the draft and Shane is looking around the room and when he spots Ilya his entire face lights up and he's making a beeline for Ilya and he's still smiling as he says "Ilya!" like he's happy to see him,,, because he IS happy to see him. Because they've been messaging basically constantly for months now and oh fuck oh shit Ilya is so so deeply screwed.

And so, instead of their canon rivals-with-benefits arrangement, we get the ten year slow burn best friends to lovers narrative.

[mybloodstream-caffeine]

@martelldoran COMING IN WITH THE STEEL CHAIR:

[hellosanshine]

Lose me in the sight of you

[thisfeebleheart]

the way Shane looks at Ilya in Tampa insp. by @immovabletype's tags:

[darlingofdots]

okay but Shane takes a hit late in the game and doesn't return so in the post-game presser somebody (they're new, they don't know any better, they will never make this mistake again) asks Ilya "how's Hollander's head" and Ilya experiences every emotion at once as he wrestles with the lingering terror of seeing the love of his life take five seconds too long to get up (he's fine) and also the sheer delight at being offered this perfect, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity on a silver platter

[darlingofdots]

and with absolutely heroic effort, ilya says something entirely boring and appropriate about concussions, can't be too careful but thankfully nothing to worry about this time, Hollander will be back in time to crush the Pamphlets, yada yada, because he is a good husband and respects Shane's boundaries, and then they're walking to the car to finally go home and Shane is holding an icepack and there are still a couple reporters milling about and some asshole yells "hey Hollander, you sure your head's okay?"

and Shane looks directly into their phone camera and says, "I don’t know, you'll have to ask my husband"

[shrekhollander]

Soooo, I love going out on mental health walks <3 I´ve made some playlists that remind me of Hollanov. I am not a profesional i just love working out and love Shane and Ilya and my walks are very fun. I will be sharing some here. If you are reading this, thank you, have an awesome day <3

[myshangel]

ilya says i would die for you one too many times and it’s always a joke, or half a joke, but shane very seriously puts his hands on ilyas cheeks and says okay but i need you to live for me. i don’t want you to die for me. i want you to live for me. i know it’s harder and i know it’s not as sexy to you but it’s what i want. i want to get gross and old with you so we can die at the exact same time from old age. that’s what i want. and you’re so good at giving me what i want. okay?