Fracture

the role of the person in the passenger seat is not only navigator but secretary as well. you have to type up the drivers messages to random ladies on facebook about cbd cream & google whether that billy joel song was the theme song for that show or not

you also have to provide a henchmans disdainful scowl at whoever the driver is flipping off in the target parking lot

You should never forget the Tommy Gun

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It's fun being queer and weird and unconventional until you remember you live in a society

Shane is never gonna see that flannel again btw. It’s going straight in Ilya’s suitcase and back to Boston with him. He wears it when he’s missing his man. Which is constantly. He wears it on flights sometimes. Maybe a lot of the time. Several years down the line the cuffs are frayed and several buttons are missing and Shane finds it in a drawer and barely remembers that it was once his. The only reason he remembers is because one of his most revisited memories of that first cottage summer is seeing Ilya wearing that shirt and the triumphant, roaring animal it awoke in his chest to see Ilya Rozanov wearing fucking plaid and knowing he was the reason.

Ilya Rozanov used to be the hockey king of insta thrist trap. Between shameful displays of the dick arrow and the broadness of his back, every so often traced with marks, the people were salivating. Thirst straps were periodically interrupted by pictures of him going wild at the club, in the dump a picture of him with a girl he definitely took home that night. Wild life hot athlete in a package. Then suddenly nothing since Tampa Bay's all-star game except for professional hockey announcements definitely written by his team. Until a fateful wedding picture photo dump that was actually the announcement of the thrist straps returns. Except the subject isn't him exclusively. Actually he's more like a rare treat on his own feed because all his post are about Shane Hollander looking extremely hot and sexy whenever and wherever. Laundry day, gym, bed, cleaning the living room, hiking, it's a Shane Hollander Fan page.

post outing but pre hollander in ottawa a reporter asks roz if he’s ever thrown a game for hollander and roz rolls his eyes and says “no. the first and last time i even joked about throwing a game not even against him he did not let me touch him for 2 weeks. i have not dared to since, it took a 2 weeks long win streak to convince him i was not serious. i do not even joke about things with such dire consequences.” and everyone laughs it off but people online find the 2 weeks long win streak and the whole time roz is playing like hes possessed flattening team after team including montreal and everyone collectively is like ‘ah. them winning against each other is a sex thing.’

deciding one day that you want to build a life for yourself is so scary. like damn I really want to live… I’m new to this. where do I even begin

“what radicalized you” bro EMPATHY

"what radicalized you" well in kindergarten they told me to share things and be nice to people.

not doomed by the narrative but certainly disciplined

put in timeout by the narrative

dommed by the narrative

i can't post anything

this isn't a hellsite it's a hellhome

half of tumblr wants to fuck, the other half wants to die

i wanna fuck and then die

cicadas the lot of you

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"they're the same hoodie" that is FREQUENTLY CORRECT