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i identify so much with this
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[ID: Gauche painting of a vibrant orange-red tiger creature against dark foliage, gazing behind itself to meet the viewer. Its stripes are tinted green, with an extra set of legs; it curves around a small, bright red star. End ID.]
a few movies that I think everyone should watch
(in no particular order)
I genuinely think these movies gave me a different perspective on life itself. so I think you all should watch them too.
“To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, to draw closer, to find each other and to feel. That is the purpose of life.”
— The Secret Life of Walter Mitty
"And is that what you want?" A beat, a silent prayer spoken to no one in particular; a filament of light strung between ribs, hopeful and taut and waiting. "To be together?" He keeps his voice from breaking with the weight of emotion. Barely.
Shane grins, soft and breathtaking. "So much," he whispers. "So much it scares me".
And then something is cracking open in Ilya's chest. Something is going fucking supernova. Tears pricking the corners of his eyes, he turns his head, a thousand unspoken things lodging in his throat. A shaky exhale. A coil of heat takes root in his stomach and spreads like wildfire. Then Shane's hands are on his face and he's looking at Ilya like he's the sun.
"Hey…”.
And Ilya shatters. An ocean behind his eyes, he leans into the kiss like he’s drowning, like Shane’s the only sight of land in a sea of endless blue. Shane—his lighthouse, his compass pointing ever home. He leans back, and Ilya follows, chasing his mouth. He thinks he would follow Shane to the ends of the earth if it meant he could keep kissing him like this.
The bed creaks as Ilya moves to straddle him, legs tangling in the sheets. Mouth to chest to throat—skin that tastes of soap and sweat and a decade of silent hope. He kisses him, open mouthed and wanting. Shane’s hands in his hair, on his jaw; Shane’s hands buried wrist-red in the gore of Ilya’s heart.
Desperate, like a man dying, he whispers the words he tried so hard to bury in the shallow grave of his ribcage. Again and again, he murmurs it like a prayer, a hymn, into the crook of Shane’s neck. And then he’s falling into the dark of Shane’s eyes and he’s saying it in words they both understand.
“I love you”.
It comes out more like a sob than anything; a confession uttered into a universe devoid of anything and anyone but the two of them.
Shane breathes in sharply, eyes searching Ilya’s face with an inscrutable expression. He blinks, light catching on his eyelashes. Ilya thinks it might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He holds his breath (he holds his heart out in his palms, waiting).
“Holy shit,” Shane exhales, his gaze never leaving Ilya’s.
Oh. Oh. He’s moved too quickly, hasn’t he? Said the wrong thing? Opened his mouth and let tumble out words that Shane never wanted to hear? A lump builds in Ilya’s throat and he stammers out a broken, “I mean—”.
“I love you too”.
And the world condenses to the shape of the man sprawled beneath him—to the bend of his mouth, the slope of his throat. It’s like breaking the surface of the water; it’s like coming up for air. Every atom in his body electrified, Ilya buries his face against Shane’s throat. He thinks he might actually die.
“Fuck, Hollander”.
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(ao3 link) this was just me wanting to do a character study lol
Showered. Moisturized. Phone on do not disturb. Ginger ale opened. Tuna melt in the oven. Ready to lock the fuck in for a six hour rewatch up until the finale that will inevitably change my life.
Gentlemen, it’s been an honor fighting in the gay hockey yaoi war along side you