i got this, i'm truly fine

guys i'm sorry but i'm attached to parents harris and troy :( like out of all gc couples they are the most likely to have kids in my mind

troy is so funny to me genuinely. he does not get talked abt enough

like troy is ilyas work wife & bood is his work husband & luca is the crusty white dog they pity enough to water but not enough to put down & wyatt is the team whore his legs r wide open. do u get it

Role Model but it's exactly the same except Harris only has a fuckass beanbag chair in his office (other than his desk chair) so when Troy hangs out with him he's just sunk into the beanbag chair, slouched to all hell with his long ass legs bent up to his ears. And Harris feels so bad bc Troy is just kind of sitting there miserably and so Harris gets a regular chair for him to sit in. But Troy comes in and walks straight to the beanbag chair and slumps into it.

He would fall asleep in the most uncomfortable position possible, looking like a folded chair.

Shane thinks Ilya is the coolest person in the world. Like thats literally Shane's biggest reddest firetruck. And when they are out Ilya loves this. He loves having a built in audience for all his chirps and jokes, he loves that Shane is either laughing or at the very least is hiding his smile. It is such an ego boost that his husband is his biggest fan. That the person who Ilya likes the best clearly and obviously likes him the best back.

A person at work yesterday told me they were from Ottawa and I almost replied, "oh, I love Shane Hollander," because for a second I lived in a world where everyone from Ottawa thinks of him like a hometown hero. Then I remembered he's fictional and that would be an insane thing to say.

sometimes i think we all need a little reminder that shane came out as hole before he came out as gay. like... damn. he really literally did that.

hudson has to get naked and/or kiss a man onscreen every ~6 months or he dies. it’s like how sharks have to keep swimming.

Poetry can be so powerful, wow

Okay maybe I'm too American (I have been accused of this repeatedly now) but the drive between Montreal and Boston is five hours. Probably six on a bad day. In the grand scheme of long distance relationships, especially for people who are used to traveling, that's small potatoes. Meet in the middle and that's a cool two and a half hours. You cannot convince me they never did this. You're telling me Mr. Real Estate Youtube Rabbit Hole never stayed up until one in the morning looking at cabins in Vermont? You're telling me Ilya didn't play around on Google Maps until he found a Park 'N Go off I89 with sufficiently dim lighting and text the address to Shane, no context given aside from maybe Come murder me? You're telling me that Shane Hollander never shared his location with Ilya, got in his car and prayed that customs wasn't busy. Ilya waited two years to fuck Shane, begged him for it the whole time, and you expect me to believe that a halfway bootycall never even OCCURED to him? That's a COMMUTE. That's a DINNER DATE. Ilya drove his prettiest and fastest car to Buttfuck Vermont to give the town its name and then he ate Cracker Barrel pancakes in the passenger's seat of Shane's dumb Land Rover while Shane watched. Round two before they went home. All before the sun came up. It HAPPENED.