like this shouldnt be possible.

Its famous for recreating other world landmarks on a small scale. It uses this as a trap to bait people into making life ruining decisions. It's motto is essentially "never speak of what happened here". Fucked up

no mondays in the cambrian era

its rare enough that shane never fully expects it and he makes a sound thats somewhere between a gasp a shriek and a giggle and tries to push ilya out of his shirt and off of him

and trust when that picture drops of them both in their cens jerseys i’m going to implode

alright so who is writing this fic (please send me links if it had already been written!!)

happy pride month 🌈

“When our childhood homes are chaotic and dangerous, we learn that the way to stay safe is to always be on alert — hypervigilant. Our nervous system never calms down because it’s constantly on the lookout for the next bomb that is going to explode [...] As the show goes on, we will learn that underneath Ilya’s extremely hard shell is the heart of a squishy teddy bear wrapped in a warm blanket, but it takes YEARS for Shane to see it. When we look at Ilya through the lens of what he learned as he grew up, it makes sense why he behaves the way he does. We can even have empathy for the level of hypervigilance and fear he lives with. I like to lay things out this way because it’s usually a hell of a lot harder to give ourselves that same grace. We have an idea of who we “should” be in our heads, and when we don’t live up to that we assume it’s because we’re a failure, a useless waste of space. None of that is true: we are behaving in ways that make complete sense when we understand how our nervous system was trained to respond to our environment.” — Reading Ilya Rozanov through the lens of trauma.

i think this captures the defining pathology of the collective social media psyche right now. we are in the thrall of people who are wantonly cruel but who also demand to be coddled at all times in every way

Ilya is sitting in silence with his heart swelling and in his head he’s telling himself, “Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.”

lets look threatening with papa vs. lets look pretty with mamma

Nerves on fire