Jacob Anderson as Louis de Pointe du Lac The Vampire Lestat 3.01
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Jacob Anderson as Louis de Pointe du Lac The Vampire Lestat 3.01

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ok but now we must all picture fat baby shane in a little lifejacket being tossed into the lake off the dock and floating around like a dazed little marshmallow
me and mymutuals playing in oursandbox with ourshane and ourilya
Ilya is so lucky that Shane proposed. Ilya would have been a nervous fucking wreck for the entire day beforehand. Wake up in the morning. Look in the mirror. Today's the day. Sob. Breathe. Okay I'm good! Turn around and Shane's hair is all in his face, still asleep on Ilya's pillow. I am NOT good. Cold shower. Breakfast that Ilya does not eat. Morning jog wherein Ilya runs like someone is chasing him. Lunch that Ilya does not eat. Drive out to the cottage. Make Shane pull over because Ilya needs to dry heave on the side of the road. "Baby we don't have to drive out today if you're not feeling well." "NO WE HAVE TO." Get to the cottage. Immediately send Shane on some kind of extended fool's errand. Shane wants to stay because Ilya is SHAKING and he is so worried. "No my love I'm fine it's just the breeze off the lake haha." It's thirty fuckig degrees Celsius. Shane finally gtfo's. Yuna, David, Rose FUCKING Landry all descend to help Ilya set up. Well. Ilya is supposed to be helping but he is standing on the deck fully dissociating. Yuna brings him tea. "Are you going to throw up the tea?" "Yes probably." Yuna takes away the tea. 800 electronic tea lights on the deck. In a parallel Ilya has no way of understanding, he both puts on and takes off a suit. Yuna fixes his curls into the hockey boy quasi-mullet that magnetizes Shane's fingers to Ilya's hair and says, "Oh, you're so handsome!" Ilya cries big fat tears. David tells a story about how his proposal to Yuna almost didn't happen because David went to the hospital for heart palpitations that morning. Thank You David That Does Not Help Even Remotely. Ilya slav squats on the lawn for twenty minutes. Shane's car pulls up in the driveway and everyone hides while Ilya vibrates in the entryway. Shane has no less than thirty grocery bags hanging from his arms, still complaining about why the grocery service cancelled their delivery last minute. Ilya leads Shane and all thirty of his grocery bags onto the deck. Shane is doing his favorite thing (bitching) and his second favorite thing (Follow Ilya) so he doesn't notice his own mother tiptoing behind him collecting the grocery bags he drops like breadcrumbs. There is an Oscar-winning actress hiding under his sofa and Shane does not notice because Ilya takes him on the deck and drops to his knees and Shane is like, "Haha, right now?" and then he sees that Ilya has a look on his face like he's just been told the sun is never coming up again and he has his hands on Shane's knees and he is saying, "Shane. Please?" and Shane puts his hands on his head and says "Oh my God baby what's happening to you" as Ilya melts and melts and then from the depths of the cottage someone who sounds a lot like Shane's very own father is whispering "The ring the ring" and when he looks back down Ilya is fumbling a ring box out of his pocket. The first picture of their proposal is Shane glaring into the middle distance with a hand cradling Ilya's curls like a baby while Ilya ugly sobs into his knee.
for season two i need ilya at hockey camp being followed around on the ice by a bunch of little kids in hockey gear like a mama duck and her ducklings while shane watches send tweet
ilya with his gaggle of baby hocklings, teaching them all how to chirp (age-appropriately). just a bunch of tiny kids who can barely stand up squinting hard with concentration as they yell stuff like βyou skate like a walnutβ and βyouβre slower than an appleβ at each other
one kid gets a dinosaur jab in at scott hunter and ilya laughs so hard he falls over and nearly gives himself a concussion. shane is so smitten by this foolishness he nearly proposes then and there

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Louis backstage in Seattle 4/6/26 - photographed by Joe Horridge
lthqofficial instagram story 5/6
Four year old beekeeper distracted by a roly-poly.
Best picture in the world
He is my princess diana
Iβm actually fucking dying
deer after almost 150 years of cars: maybe if I stand really quietly here in this exposed area, right in front of this thing that barrels directly towards me at unfathomable speeds it won't see me.
seagulls after 20 years of smartphones: the exact moment when the human glances at their rectangle is the best time to swoop in and snatch the shit from their other hand.

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he couldn't believe he was being asked if he liked girls
please mr tierney he is asking so nicely
Remember that post that's like "BDSM torture where I tie you up and force you to accept an earnest compliment about yourself"? Yeah, that's Shane with his truth pact at the cottage.
Mr. Earnest is blurting out every achingly tender thought he's ever had about Ilya but never been able to say. He's gripping Ilya's curls while they lazily make out and he's saying "God, I love your hair" and Ilya's smirking, still all swaggering confidence and being all "Mmmh yess I'm very sexy, we know this" but Shane starts picking up steam. They're lounging on the bed basking naked in the late afternoon sunlight and Shane's dragging his fingertips down Ilya's spine and saying "I love the way your back arches, right here" and he's laying soft butterfly kisses on every single one of Ilya's moles and he's murmuring "I love your beauty marks" and he's cupping Ilya's face and he's sweeping both thumbs across Ilya's cheeks and he's saying "Your eyes are so beautiful. And your eyelashes, fuck" and on and on and on: I love your shoulders, they're so fucking sexy I love the hair down from your navel I love your knuckle bones I love the way you smell I love the way you taste I love the arches of your feet I love the pale backs of your knees and with each earnest confession Ilya's smirking assuredness starts fading until he's left blinking and blushing and squirming until he's bursting up and desperately smothering Shane, covering his mouth and face with both hands because "ENOUGH enough oh my god Hollander you're trying to kill me!!"
I think I love this headcanon because Shane is actually pretty reticent with straight up compliments, unintentionally. Obviously, it's a product of him Repressingβ’ and downplaying just how much Ilya means to him during their situationship era, but then that just accidentally sticks. So when Shane looks at Ilya one day while he's sprawled out on the couch in that black tank that makes his arms look insane and his hair is just starting to dry from the shower, he just stops in his tracks and stares. And eventually Ilya notices and glances up like What? And Shane just shakes his head and goes "Nothing, nothing it's just... You're really handsome." And it feels a little silly to say it that bluntly, but it's the truth. And suddenly Ilya gets all pink cheeked and wide eyed and now it's Shane's turn to go "What?" And Ilya shrugs, playing at noncommittal because "You have not said this before, really." And Shane stares at him blankly because "Surely I have." And Ilya kind of shrugs again but - but no, no surely not because - "I think it all the time. It was the first thing I thought of when I saw you in person." And now Shane is genuinely flabbergasted, searching back in his memory because surely this has come up before, surely Shane let it slip at least once even when he was desperate not to let on just how much of an effect Ilya had on him. And when Shane twigs that no, actually, he's somehow kept a lid on just how blisteringly attractive he finds his boyfriend, suddenly all bets are off. He is blurting out every compliment that crosses his mind. He becomes the compliment MACHINE. And it always leaves Ilya a little flustered and squirmy and quietly delighted.
#he contains multitudes

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Peak situationship era, Shane's favourite part about fucking Ilya (if he had to choose a favourite, when the real answer is 'everything') is when Ilya comes inside him. Well, not really inside him, they're not that stupid, and not exactly when Ilya comes, but rather the brief moment after.
Ilya almost always makes Shane come first, gets his back arching off the bed, his neck thrashing through the pleasure, and that means his strokes stay metronome steady, a ceaseless pounding. Until Shane comes. Then, it's like the reins come off and Ilya is fucking into Shane, erratic, chasing his own release, slick with sweat, panting into Shane's open mouth, Shane hitching his legs up higher, urging Ilya in Come on come on oh fuck yes yesyesyes.
And then Ilya is groaning and burying himself so fucking deep, jerking through tiny aborted thrusts as he comes and comes and comes. And once he's done emptying himself inside Shane (not really, but close enough, close as they're allowed), he collapses on top of him. And then there's this tiny window of time where they're both breathing hard, tacky with sweat and come, and Ilya's cock is softening inside Shane's puffy hole while he lies on top of him, and for a moment Shane gets to stroke up and down Ilya's back, gets to run his fingers through Ilya's hair. And hey, if Shane's face turns and his mouth just happens to press against Ilya's cheek, his forehead, his temple, the crown of his head, then well. It's not like it's on purpose. It's just what happens.
a selection of photos taken by other people from their first year of marriage:
towards the end of their wedding reception, sun setting, looking rumpled and tired, Ilya kissing Shane's palm while Shane is very seriously talking to Scott Hunter
the two of them with a fan, taken at the dog park, Ilya holding Anya and Shane with one arm around his husband's shoulder and the other trying to prevent Anya from licking the fan's face
Shane Hollander sitting on the Centaurs bench with blood on his face, mouth wide open, Ilya Rozanov gripping his chin and glaring at the gap where Shane's bottom canine used to be
Ilya Rozanov with his fist in the air after a goal, a smear of red in the corner of his mouth
sitting next to each other at team tape review, heads bent together, Ilya's hand on Shane's thigh, Shane's hands sketching out a play in the air
Ilya Rozanov leaning against his car in the airport arrivals line, a coffee in one hand and a forest-green smoothie in the other
Shane Hollander giving his husband the middle finger after losing the shot accuracy competition at ASG by half a second
piggyback racing across the yard with a Pike twin each clinging to their necks
Ilya Rozanov, outraged, with a face full of snow, as his husband doubles over with laughter
wearing identical blank expressions the seventeenth time a journalist asks about their "off-ice chemistry"
Shane Hollander throwing his head back and cackling in a booth at a random dive bar in a random city, Ilya Rozanov grinning into his drink
asleep on the team bus after game 5 of the conference finals, Ilya curled into Shane's shoulder