You come to my blog and dont kiss me? You dont cradle my face in your hands with heartbeaking tenderness and swear your love for me? Jail! Jail for tumblr user for 1000 years!!!!
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Hollanov agree to record their wedding as a personal video diary of the day.
Shane’s surprisingly quite relaxed. He’s confident in their relationship, excited to be married, and knows that even if something goes wrong, it doesn’t matter, because at the end of the day he’ll be with Ilya.
Ilya is stressed. He keeps crying. This is the best day of his life. Shane deserves better, why would the greatest man on earth want him. He’s never been happier. Something’s gonna go wrong, he knows it. Bood, Troy, and Sveta have to keep calming him down and reminding him that Shane loves him and they deserve to be happy together. He locks himself in the bathroom.
Shane’s getting dressed with Hayden, JJ, and Rose, sipping champagne, feet up as he waits for the ceremony to start.
Once they manage to coax Ilya out of the bathroom, David comes in and does his canon speech about Ilya being his second son. The waterworks start again.
David then checks on Shane. “At least you’re doing okay.” “…. i-is Ilya not doing okay?” “Don’t worry about it, have another flute.”
"Adjacent" is one of my favourite qualifiers when discussing porn genres because it simultaneously tells you everything and nothing. Like, what the fuck do you mean it's "vore adjacent"? I have more questions than I did before you said that. Hey. Hey, get the fuck back here.
I always see it get used in one of two ways.
When describing a piece, it typically means that it doesn't actually contain the fetish but it's almost implied, especially by artstyle (for instance, if it's clear from the way the artist draws mouths that they have a lot of vore art, but this piece is just a blowjob)
When describing a fetish or genre writ large, it usually means that the two overlap significantly, such that a person into one is likely into the other, or a work that contains one will very often have the other (for instance, vore and micro/macro)
I think blowjobs where the mouths look like a vore artist drew them aren't a case of genre adjacency so much as they are an indication that the artist correctly understands blowjobs.

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Some showtime doodles i drew (u can tell that im slowly getting the hang of drawing caine; pomni is still getting there)
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I love this headcanon about ShowTime and how Caine's systems will always reboot on its own if kisses quickly escalate into something more, so he won't remember what he did in the last 1-15 minutes.
Sometimes Pomni deliberately brings him to this point out of curiosity, like how long he can last this time👀
Russian Roulette, in a way, he doesn't mind at all...
"BAD TIMING"
Full short Caine x Pomni comic (19 Pages)
TW: Suggestive
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things will work out + it’s still early + not everything is lost + trees
LOTR abridged
i think that maybe one day ilya’s going through an old box of stuff from moscow, maybe sveta sent it to him after the funeral and he put it in a cupboard somewhere. he doesn’t like thinking about moscow on the best of days, but shane wants to clean out their garage so there he is, sat on the floor with the box spread out in front of him.
He finds an old binder or something, a photo album, very very few photos in their at all, mainly pictures of the city, of his old house, family portraits, a few pictures of birds. soon, it’s clear that this was made by Irina.
he’s flipping through and there are more blank pages than filled ones, and then he finds a few old pictures of himself, yellow with age and with some small water damage in places, but it’s him, in hockey gear, at the dinner table, maybe the odd birthday. ilya knows shane would love to keep them in a shared album somewhere. and he’s just about to call for his husband when he turns the page and-
Irina
it’s undeniably her, the curls he remembers, the red lipstick. a photo of her looking into the camera and then a similar one, taken immediately after, of her laughing.
and tears spring to his eyes, he’s hit with every detail he’s forgotten in the decades since he last saw her. that small mole on her chin, her silver earrings she always wore at home, her-
Ilya realises through the age of the photo you can almost make out her freckles
how could he have forgotten her freckles? he never took too much notice of them, probably mostly covered by makeup, but now- now, he can’t imagine forgetting them.
Shane finds him 20 minutes later, cradling the album and sobbing silently, and ilya surges towards him and kisses- well, he doesn’t kiss him, he kisses his freckles. and when shane asks what happened, ilya shows him the photos, and shane meticulously picks out a double picture frame and has them safely copied and preserved in their entryway. somewhere ilya will always be able to come back to and remember the freckles that maybe- possibly- gave him the first spark when he met shane.
logging onto tumblr like heyyy i'm thinking about the same character i've spent the past few weeks thinking about. no change here. just wanted to let yall know

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Ilya: Okay everybody listen the fuck up!
Raiders: 👀
Ilya: My Jane said she will send me glasses pic if we win tonight!
Raiders who have experienced this before: Fuck yeah brother 😫🙏
Ilya: So I am not loosing to New fucking Jersey and missing a picture of my pretty Jane in her glasses!
The whole team realising oh shit he means business: Yes captain! 🫡
married shane does NOT play about ilya when it comes to the press. he's letting out a decade of pent up 'wheres the fucking translator? what do you fucking MEAN you don't have one?', instant 'rephrase that' to the offending journalist when ilya hesitates over a question, gets into full blown forget-the-media-training arguments when it's implied that ilya is somehow stupid for not speaking perfect english, n switches between russian, french, and english to make interviews as easy as possible for ilya. and of course ilya is fully capable of speaking english. he has been since he was a teenager. but it also won't stop him from giving shane the biggest wettest lover boy eyes n raw dogging him crazy style the moment its over.