H.

Once just a whisper, she was always silent.

[rated-r-for-grantaire]

no offense but like... in revolutionary school, as vicious as musain rule, i got my feelings bruised by the leader in red. And i propped the bar as he told me, "R, you're good for nothing, fool." And i heard every word that he said.

[thirstkanaphan]

I love Jacob Tierney!!

source

[wonderlusth]

BREAKING NEWS: STUPID KIDS DID STUPID THINGS IN THEIR STUPID YEARS. WATER ALSO CONFIRMED TO BE WET AND SUN TO BE HOT.

Give people room to grow, you psychos. Literally the whole point of being alive.

[paperdollinsane]

He really like this

[wonderlusth]

Things I now read in Hudson's voice when I reread the long game

[amayikes]

I think the one thing we should learn from rednote is the value of person-to-person connection. The american government censors tiktok out of sinophobia, the chinese government censors lgbt content out of homophobia, and the one thing I can think of is let's all bond over how shitty governments are.

Time to quote Persepolis again.

[solestella]

[targetedknowledge]

[bitchesgetriches]

Companies That Tried to Save Money With AI Are Now Spending a Fortune Hiring People to Fix Its Mistakes

Companies that rushed to replace human labor with AI are now shelling out to have IRL workers to fix the technology's screwups.

Delicious. We love to see it.

[tobaeus]

@ralfmaximus

[ralfmaximus]

Ultimately, she spent 20 hours redoing the copy from scratch — and with her $100-per-hour rate, that meant her client was shelling out $2,000 for copy that likely would have ended up being far cheaper had a human just written it in the first place.

I love stories like this.

[tacofriend]

Get peer reviewed!

[lierdumoa]

[odinsblog]

[wonderlusth]

I have this very clear vision of Shane and Ilya in the gym existing in their very own bubble, but like they still interact with everyone it's just that they arrive together and they leave together and everything they do they do as a unit, and someone may chat with them here and there and still it's just one hand movement from Shane and Ilya passes him the water bottle while he is chatting with Wyatt, and Ilya still holds him upright as Shane fixes his shoe while he's talking to Troy, and then the person moves on and they return a unit. Routine is important to Shane, but Shane's routine is where Ilya found space to put down the weight of life and they just feel so friendly but also extremely close off to everyone else in a sense? Like they clearly have their own thing going on.

I can picture so clearly Shane removing his hoodie to start working out and just gesturing for Ilya to do the same, and maybe Ilya argues he doesn't want to yet, and Shane argues back for a few seconds, and so obviously Ilya removes his hoodie too. They hold each other's things while they do reps because Shane doesn't want them to touch the floor? Ilya makes a joke out loud to Bood who is on the other side of the gym and while everyone laughs he turns to Shane, who smiles and raises an eyebrow at him, adding something to the joke only for Ilya to know? Taking turns doing water fountain runs to save time? Ilya "I'm doing legs today" and Shane affronted that "that throws off my whole schedule Ilya" because they need to be doing the same thing on the same days like is anyone seeing my vision?

[batmanego]

im having feelings about the uffington white horse again

[batmanego]

so essentially there’s this cool horse drawn into the hills in england made out of chalk and it’s like 3,000 years old.

people carved trenches 3,000 years ago and filled them with chalk in the shape of a horse but what’s interesting is that if you fail to maintain the horse by adding new chalk regularly, it will disappear. for 3,000 years, we’ve been filling in chalk in this horse so it doesn’t disappear.

we’ll never know what the purpose of the horse was originally. we’ll never know if it had ritual or spiritual significance or if it was just art. but we do know that people maintained it then, and, even though the meaning of the horse has long been lost to time, we continue to maintain it now.

the people who made this horse are long dead, but they live through us still, don’t you think?

[all-the-reasons-why]

Reason 170

[shanyshko]

rent lowering gunshots but i like that they're not perfect. i like that they're both a little manipulative and hurt each other badly. i like that shane is a little bit selfish and that ilya is callous and they're both so insanely egotistical and rich. i like that they're both a bit misogynistic and that ilya makes that weird comment about shane's looks. they feel very real because of all of these things and when people take them away it feels like joker therapyspeak where are my fucked up hockey erotica men.

[sorrowsofasoul]

[bugslibraryy]

Guys I doooo think that after Shane and Ilya got back to the cottage after coming out to Shane’s parents is the first time Shane spent time on his knees for Ilya. In a new way.

They get home and Shane is exhausted and bit giddy and has dried tears on his face and his eyes are red and he’s just. So fucking relived? And kinda spinning out and still reminding himself the world didn’t end- his parents know and they are coming over for dinner later tonight for dinner and Ilya is there and his boyfriend? And Shane like. Is kinda so happy and tired and confused and feels out of himself- buzzy and wired and shivery and he like. Doesn’t know what do with himself.

So he starts tidying a little, folding his and Ilya’s towels from earlier like on auto pilot and then Ilya’s chin is on his shoulders and his hands are on hips, squeezing and pulling him back into his warm tall frame.

“Shane” he mutters and Shane nods, and then his hands are taking the towel out of his hands. He’s placing the towel back down on the back of the couch and his hand is sliding up the front of Shane’s shirt, rubbing slow over his stomach. “Shane” he says again, and his lips are soft, a gentle brushing kids over Shane’s shoulder through the linen of his shirt and-

It makes tears prick behind Shane’s eyes, a lump in his throat. It’s stupid. He’s so- things are good? But maybe also big and scary and he loves, he loves Ilya so much- loves his parents so much and. He thinks of high school Shane, for some reason- a flash of himself watching his friends before prom, dates on their arm, parents cooing over them taking photos. Thinks of fearing (knowing), his own date on his arm, in his chest in his belly that it wasn’t for him.

He thinks of middle school Shane who didn’t want to play kiss chasey, who didn’t want to hold a girls hand. He thinks of an ache he carried so deep for so long and he thinks of his mother’s apology, of his dad filling Ilya’s glass again. He feels like he’s made of paper and been left out in the rain. Weak. He got something he wanted so desperately, to introduce his parents to a man he loves- something he never really thought he could ever have. He has a boyfriend. Ilya Rozanov is his boyfriend.

Shane swallows hard and shivers when Ilya’s arms slide tight around him, pull him back into his chest.

“Boyfriend huh?” Shane says and his voice is shimmery and Ilya is manhandling him around in his arms till they are face to face, foreheads pressed together. “Boyfriend” Ilya says back.

Shane nods, swallows and then the tears are pushing past his lash line, down over his cheeks. He has a boyfriend. He likes him so stupid much. He’d of played kiss chasey if he was chasing after Ilya. He’d of taken Ilya to prom and been embarrassed but over joyed at his parents fussing over them, taking photos- if he’d been brave enough back then. Shane shivers and Ilya is quiet, brushing Shane’s tears away with his mouth, his hand scuffing the back of his neck, massaging with a firm grip that makes Shane’s eyelids droop.

Shane draws a long shivering deep breath in, a few more tears fall and Ilya’s hand is on Shane’s back, hand open and rubbing slow and long in figure eights between his shoulder blades, a pushing pressure that makes Shane’s stomach twist, his shoulders drop from where he’d been pushing them up by his ears.

“Oh Shane” Ilya whisperers

Shane squeezes his eyes shut tightly, presses his lips together and his knees feel weak. He doesn’t think about it, the way his body slackens, tilts forward into the heat of Ilya, presses his forehead to Ilya’s shoulder and rubs his face into the fabric. He smells like Ilya and the sheets at the cottage and like spaghetti and Shane feels starving for him. Shane doesn’t realise he’s sinking to his knees till Ilya’s hands are catching him under his armpits, pulling him in.

Shane lets out a low whimper, he wants- he doesn’t know. He wants to be- he wants Ilya, be wants to be Ilya’s. He. Shane makes another noise of frustration, and Ilya is nodding, nodding, kissing at Shane’s jaw.

“I know malysh one second Da?” Ilya says and then with a few stumbling steps Ilya is on the couch and Shane is in his lap and Ilya’s hands are soothing up and down Shane’s back but that’s not what Shane wants. Shane leans down, presses his face to Ilya’s neck, breaths in and draws his face down Ilya’s body, over the fabric of his stupid Boston tshirt, knee walks back until he’s sliding off the couch, to his knees between Ilya’s legs and he’s pushing his face into Ilya’s lap. His hands are flat on Ilya’s thighs and it finally feels like the world has thankfully gotten smaller.

He takes long deep breaths, the world dark where his face is pressed into the soft fabric of Ilya’s shorts. The wooden floor is firm under him, and Ilya’s hand finds the back of Shane’s neck and yes. yes. His mind is going soft focused. The smell of Ilya the feel of him, the knowledge of being safe here, held here- of having something to do- to be good. Be here and still.

Shane is moving his cheek in long slow drags, eyes closed- breathing deep and slow, breaths steadying as Ilya’s hand leaves the back of his neck, moves from the top of his head down over his hair and to his neck. He does it again, and again, and again and Shane all but goes loose, warm. His fingers curl into Ilya’s shorts, thumbs rub at the fabric and Shane finds the shape of Ilya’s cock, half hard in the fabric under his cheek and rests his against it, slightly parted as he breaths slow. He doesn’t think- he doesn’t want more than this, not yet- he just he wants. This. To be kept. To feel safe, sure.

“It’s okay, malysh, you’re okay you’re good right here” Ilya’s words wash over him like an afternoon tide and then he goes boneless, feels so heavy he could melt into the floor. Ilya pets pets pets at the back of his head and Shane just exists there, right there, Ilya’s, until his knees start going numb. Ilya’s hands are all over his head, face, brushing at his cheeks, his nose, his mouth, his eyelids his hairline. Ilya rubs between his shoulder blades after a stretch of time shane couldn’t define, but he blinks at the new pressure and the room is darker than before.

“Enough, my Shane, your knees” Ilya is cooing and Shane is nodding because Ilya knows and Ilya is his and he is Ilya’s. He lets Ilya pull him up into his lap and his toes tingle as blood rushes back through his legs and Ilya is kissing over his face telling him how good he is and Shane blinks back into his center, slowly back into his body, and he’s heavy and loose and feels like he’s played hockey for six hours. He feels ragged and happy. Exhausted. He feels like Ilya’s. He feels shy, maybe a little of what he’d needed, of it not being sex. Of how much he’d needed it.

“Good?” Ilya asks and kisses Shane’s mouth, holds his face in his hand, looks at him like he always has.

“Good” Shane answers and Ilya smiles, nods like it’s simple and kisses Shane in a small peck.

“We shower and get ready for your parents now okay, because I need to show them I’m a very nice boyfriend for their very nice son” Ilya says, voice low and his knuckles brushing up and down over Shane’s lips.

“We have a nice dinner, yes? Just me and your parents, easy” Ilya kisses Shane’s brow.

“Then we go to bed and I show my boyfriend how much I love him, how proud I am of him, how brave I think he is. Yes?” Ilya asks and Shane is nodding, nodding, resting his forehead against Ilya’s mouth. He’s thankful for the instructions, the plan. He can do a plan. Something to follow.

“Okay” Shane rasps, voice thick.

“Okay” Ilya whispers and kisses at his hairline.

“Come on, shower now gross boy” Ilya huffs and swats at Shane’s ass and Shane slaps him back on his side and smiles, he’s wobbly, but he’s good, and he’s got Ilyas there to hold him when his knees get too heavy.

[ily-a]

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[tooquirkytolose]

Fat people I love you