A / 20-something / Bi, Shy and always at my post limit

and when lemony snicket wrote ‘i will love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them’

and when lemony snicket wrote 'i will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer’

and when lemony snicket wrote 'i will love you as a taxi loves the muddy splash of a puddle and as a library loves the patient tick of a clock’

and when lemony snicket wrote 'i will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes’

and when lemony snicket wrote 'i will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong’

and when lemony snicket wrote 'i will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies’

and when lemony snicket wrote 'i will love you until every fire is extinguished and until every home is rebuilt form the handsomest and most susceptible of woods’

it's well made, well shot, well directed, the music is interesting, the costumes are both thoughtful and subtly period accurate, the sex scenes are intentional and, again, accurate to what hooking up when you're like 18 actually feels like...the actors are of course attractive but they look like real people. the characters are varied and well fleshed out, the acting is really, really strong

so many shows and films shoot and then slot in whatever music kind of fits or could be licenced in the budget after time, but you can tell that the scenes in hr were shot with that specific music in mind. and the same intentional approach runs through the whole thing

and cliff is like “not everyone from new jersey has ties to the mob. don’t say that shit to anyone else” and ilya is like “god fine im sorry didnt mean to hit a nerve”

when they’re finally alone after a game (after weeks of anticipation… a fresh haircut, new cologne, tailored jeans that fit just right) and they’re just all over each other. So desperate, like their skin has been on fire for weeks and the other one is the only salve that works.

And it’s all furious energy after the game and the waiting… but as they fall into the bed and it’s happening so quickly and it will be over so quickly….

they both do everything they can to draw it out without the other noticing.

Shane is trying to make his abnormally precise clothes folding seem teasing and tempting instead of a moment to take in Ilya’s presence, his eyes on Shane’s skin.

Just as Shane is about to come Ilya remembers just how short the countdown is between Shane’s orgasm and Shane leaving him alone again. So Ilya edges him to tears, revelling in Shane’s desperation but also just trying to delay the inevitable for as long as possible.

And if Shane just happens to make a mess across both of their stomachs…

And if Ilya just happens to suggest that they shower together again…

And if a shower turns into sleepy third round handjobs and they both just flop onto the hotel bed exhausted to take a nap…

Shane: Aw it's like you and Hayden.

Ilya: Haha so funny.

A beat, then –

Ilya: Wait who is who?

Shane: 🙂

Ilya: No, My Shane, I'm being so serious. Who is who?

Shane: 🙂🙂