This is gonna sound a little obsessive...

2016 Ilya Rozanov searching “muscle bottom” on pornhub while crying. Send post

i can’t stop thinking about ilya clubbing circa 2011. diesel jeans, shitty prada button up, hair absolutely CRISPY with gel. cliff marleau on his left tricked out head to toe in ed hardy. cloud of fucking paco robanne in the booth. cîroc with a sparkler sticking out of the neck. “this my fucking song, marly!” and it’s david guetta’s ‘where them girls at.’ he’s so drunk, he’s so loud, he’s got the drips, he’s spent $2300 in two hours. no one knows he’s gonna be gay married in ten years. i have to cry!

every hollanov fic ive read totally ignores the existence the book svetlana in favor of show svetlana and i just think thats beautiful

Ilya: I don’t mean to be a bitch— Shane: [raises eyebrow] Ilya: Ilya: Well, actually I do—

Hudson plays Shane like he always has a stomach ache, and that's why heated rivalry is so good

Do you ever think about how after the cottage, and coming out to Shane’s parents, and starting to really be together, they talk about all those hookups? And how both of them can now admit how much they felt for one another? Like, they can finally be honest about how hard the goodbyes were, how much they wanted to stay, how every moment felt invaluable. Sure, they hid so much from themselves and one another, but looking back I’m sure they’d see themselves and their feelings differently. Think about the goodbye after the first time they fucked, how tumultuous their hearts must have felt, bursting and closing in at the same time. Maybe their minds said one thing, but I know those feelings were screaming, this is it, that’s him, that’s the one. And then they’re finally together and open and they can break down those barriers and be like, it was you all along. And some part of me knew that since we met. They can say it and have it reciprocated and I just think that the confirmation that they weren’t actually alone at all, they were in it together, the whole time, that must have been heady as hell.