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Rachel. She/Her. UK. Reluctant adult.

[manzini]

ilya finds out cliff fans online are calling themselves cliffnation and he never lets it go. he is telling people he has dual citizenship: russia and cliffnation. he actually can’t get a speeding ticket because he has diplomatic immunity as an ambassador of cliffnation. all i do is win is the national anthem. the capital is marleauville.

[ilyasmole]

[skittyminecraft]

x

[arabella-ardor]

[faggotjonesss]

[shanehollandered]

[shilyas]

Cliff was a year younger than him, a bit of an idiot, and probably Ilya’s best friend.

[actuallysara]

From the Heated Rivalry soundtrack vinyl

[wanderingcoasties]

“The LEGO Movie was my favorite movie of 2014, but it strikes me that the main character was male, because I feel like in our current culture, he HAD to be. The whole point of Emmett is that he’s the most boring average person in the world. It’s impossible to imagine a female character playing that role, because according to our pop culture, if she’s female she’s already SOMEthing, because she’s not male. The baseline is male. The average person is male. You can see this all over but it’s weirdly prevalent in children’s entertainment. Why are almost all of the muppets dudes, except for Miss Piggy, who’s a parody of femininity? Why do all of the Despicable Me minions, genderless blobs, have boy names? I love the story (which I read on Wikipedia) that when the director of The Brave Little Toaster cast a woman to play the toaster, one of the guys on the crew was so mad he stormed out of the room. Because he thought the toaster was a man. A TOASTER. The character is a toaster. I try to think about that when writing new characters— is there anything inherently gendered about what this character is doing? Or is it a toaster?”

— Bojack Horseman creator Raphael Bob-Waksberg commenting on how weird gendered defaults in entertainment are, and why we should think twice about them. Excerpted from this longer original post. (via 360degreesasthecrowflies)

[punksalmons]

the link to the original post doesn’t work anymore (tumblr hides his account unless you search for it specifically) but you can see the whole post on the wayback machine here

[draizetrain]

i think when u clean your house it should stay clean forever. what do u mean i have to do it again

[rylandsgrace]

A pretty convincing one.

[hudconov]

the way they’re looking at each other here

[grabmybush]

ilya rozanov who’s known to boston as the mysterious fuckboy from russia who chirps like he’s getting paid for it and is crazy good at hockey. one day a teammate is absent from a few games in a row and turns back up to practice with a fucking newborn and they’re all in their hockey gear fawning over this tiny baby. then once everyone’s said hi before practice, the crowd parts and ilyas just stood by the doorway, a literal deer in headlights staring at the bundle of blankets in his teammates arms and-

“do you wanna hold him?”

ilya’s moving forward before he can process the words and everyone’s holding their breath as he gathers the newborn into his arms, pausing to take his gloves off first. it’s a few tense seconds before the baby babbles and shifts slightly before tucking his head into the crook of his arm and swiftly falling to sleep.

ilya looks up to see his whole team stifling grins, “i think we’ve found the new babysitter” and he bites back a chirp because he doesn’t want to wake the baby he’s holding so delicately to his chest.

he’s stuck on the sidelines for the whole practice while he rocks the baby through the slams against walls, waving its little arm towards its dad when it eventually wakes up.

and yeah pictures surface soon after of fucking rozanov staring down at the baby in his arms with the fucking softest eyes and twitter has a field day proving he’s a softie at heart

[the-uss-premise]

Console buttons from Star Trek: The Original Series (1966-69)

[sinmonger]

Hollanov + tweets

[sinmonger]

Hollanov + tweets (part 2)

[lizclimo]

[yourfaveisintersex]

what if I just made my profile picture a male calico cat or something. hurm

[icewingassasin]

Could I suggest a picture of Dawntreader Texas Calboy? He is a beautiful male calico cat who is a chimera. He's also somewhat controversial among some cat fancy associations since he is a male cat with female colors, and some people are strangely transphobic towards him, despite him being a cat? There was even a rule implemented to keep him from competing in a cat show. If you look up his name, he made a few news articles.

[yourfaveisintersex]

Oh my god?????

Yeah you're right about beautiful I'm squeezing him until he pops!!!!! I love this guy I think I'm going to make an edit real quickly Calboy I love you I'm so sorry people are calling you a freak??????

[yourfaveisintersex]

:)

[grabmyboner]

The living room was warm, lamplight soft against the dark windows. Three empty wine bottles stand like trophies on the coffee table, and the fourth was well on its way. Rose lounges against one arm of the couch, legs tucked under her, while Svetlana is sprawled across the other end, barefoot and grinning like she’d just won a bet.

“Ten years,” Svetlana says, pointing her glass at the two men on the floor between them. “Ten fucking years of tension, and now you sit there like innocent puppies. Kiss already.”

Shane laughs, too loud and too quick, cheeks already flushed from the alcohol. “You’re both menaces.”

Rose tilts her head, smiling slow. “We’re just asking for a demonstration. For science.”

Ilya hadn’t said much in the last twenty minutes. He’d been watching Shane the way he always did when the room felt safe: quiet, focused, like Shane was the only thing worth looking at. Now he shifts, knee brushing Shane’s, and set his own glass down with deliberate care.

“Want to give them what they want, Hollander?” His voice was low, rough around the edges from the wine and something darker.

Shane swallows hesitantly before meeting his eyes, he sees the heat in them and something clicks inside him, he gives a small fast nod, “…yeah.”

It wasn’t a performance, not really. Ilya reaches out, fingers curling into the front of Shane’s thirt, a gentle tug, but an unmistakable command. Shane leans in without hesitation, breath catching as Ilya mets him halfway.

The kiss starts slow. Ilya’s hand slides up, palm cupping the back of Shane’s neck, thumb brushing the soft skin just under his ear. Shane makes a small, involuntary sound, barely audible, and melts forward, hands finding Ilya’s shoulders like they belong there.

Ilya deepens it then. Tilts Shane’s head exactly how he wants, lips parting, tongue sliding in with lazy possession. Shane gives in completely, body going pliant, fingers tightening in Ilya’s hoodie. A shiver runs through him when Ilya growls something soft and Russian against his mouth, too quiet for the women to catch, but loud enough to make Shane flush darker.

Rose lets out a breathy laugh. “Jesus. That’s not PG.”

Svetlana whistles low. “Show off, Rozanov.”

Ilya breaks the kiss just enough to speak again, lips still brushing Shane’s. “He is my favourite thing to show off.” Then he kisses him again, harder this time, hand firm at Shane’s nape, keeping him right where he wants him.

Shane whimpers softly, the sound swallowed by Ilya’s mouth. His hands slide up into Ilya’s hair, tugging just enough to earn a pleased rumble.

They finally part, both breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. Ilya holds Shane close, thumb stroking lazy circles on his jaw like he was staking a claim in front of witnesses.

Svetlana claps once, delighted. “Okay, I’m sold. You two are disgusting and perfect.”

Rose raises her glass. “To finally getting the show we deserved.”

Shane buries his face in Ilya’s shoulder, his laughing muffled against the fabric. Ilya just smirks, arm sliding around Shane’s waist to pull him fully into his lap.