how did we let this happen

i think in the only other past human life shane has lived, he was an anchorite nun in medieval france, and lived on water, gruel, the holy eucharist, and scripture from age 14-38 and i think that explains a lot about his vibe. other than that he’s mostly been ants and bees and fungi.

and ilya’s are like serf, serf, whore, serf, 200 year old mighty oak cut down during industrial revolution roots still trying to take hold but all growth is choked by oil and smoke, marilyn monroe.

i just truly truly truly believe connor deserves so much credit for understanding, in the midst of butching himself to the fucking gawds, that ilya needed to remain kinda fruity

shane voice i'm not sexting i'm just being honest about what i'm feeling

Shane internal monologue. This isn’t gay. I have a half boner because of my epic Cardio. I am just looking at his upper lip because what does sweat taste like. How many sweat glands are even in a face. The waterbottle… who even invented that…. The squeezeable ones like who did that. Who was like lets drink out of sacks.. just grab the waterbottle dude you’re curious about it- okay why did my butthole do that when our fingers touched

let’s all remember that ilya professed his love to shane twice in a whispered rush and then in a hoarse tearful confession and then shane hit him with the holy shit and i love you too in his startled flat affect and then ilya’s entire face crumpled and he collapsed on top of him and shane held his head in both his big hands and kissed him on the forehead twice. let’s hold on to that ok