ultimate coolguy

it is so important to think of newlywed shane drunk in the club in ibiza on his honeymoon where no one around them recognizes them, shirt fully unbuttoned, sticking his tongue down his husband’s throat on the dance floor. ilya’s hand is on his ass cheek and there are twice as many stars as usual

deliriously ripping open the sexy fishnet tights of a beautiful woman named bag of mandarins

a slaughterhouse. an outlet mall. slot machines. fear of god. you know the usual

shane hollander: having a secret feels good as fuck i mean scary bad.. i mean… no one else can know about it which is tragic (if no one else knows about it no one else can touch it or mess it up) and it is so isolating (and mine mine mine no one else can ruin this because nobody knows it exists to be ruined) and it’s hard being so secretive (oh my god this is the only thing in the world that’s mine and mine alone) and it’s eating me up inside (and i do not wantttttttt to let anyone else inside they will ruin my peaceful hell) but i just can’t tell anyone that’s how it is (#mysecret)

I’ll admit I’ve sent a 👍 in my time