don’t worry hudson i saw your animal acting

happy birthday ilya rozanov ♥️

cliff marleau voice (nearly in tears) fuck man no ones ever said anything like that to me before………

club scene if it was stupid song by olivia rodrigo

“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.

olivia cooke fucking BAGGY JORTS AND BLAZER HELLOOOOO????

and then i think shane is crazy not only because of what he sends but WHEN he sends it. he’s taking 7 seconds in the middle of a media scrum to text ilya “i was thinking about sucking your dick when i scored that last point.” he’s waiting until ilya is at practice to send a voice note of him moaning. he’s going to the bathroom at family dinner with ilya and his parents and sending ilya a multi paragraph very earnest and detailed explanation of how and why he wants ilya to fist him along with a men’s health article about it. and ilya has to sit at the dinner table nodding and smiling while david talks about the snowy egret he saw on his walk the other day while his phone vibrates nonstop against his leg with shane’s incoming master thesis.

Bar top desire, by The Butch Order

what the fuck was that