everyone must know this.

come to my cottage where there’s no slamming doors and we don’t walk on eggshells and you don’t have to think about how as a child you memorized the sounds of footsteps on the hardwood and who they belonged to and how much to shrink yourself depending on the answer. don’t go back to russia because you always come back to me in pieces and pretend you don’t need to be put back together. i know a place that won’t break you. come to my house. we’ll have so much fun. i want to watch tv with you. i want to knock elbows with you while we brush our teeth. i want to taste your mouth while its still warm from your coffee; to suck syrup off your fingers at the table. i want every mundane luxury we’ve never allowed ourselves to have. it’s so private, no one will know. because they can’t. and for now it’s okay; i’m not ready for the world to have us when there’s so many ways i’ve yet to have you. we’d have a week, or even two, and it still won’t be enough. how do you make up for almost ten years of never seeing a sunrise together. never kissing with morning breath. all the things i might already know if i never left that time you asked me to stay. we’ll be completely alone, together, with our clothes in the same laundry basket and your hair on my pillowcase and the enormity of everything i want touching every corner of every room.

hmmm. i hurt the man i will love. what do i do. perhaps i can Casually put my arm over this paper towel dispenser. yes. that seems to work

it’s the funniest thing in the world to me watching shane make earnest attempts at bratting and missing every time. my little bratfailure. in the vegas bathroom when he tells ilya to suck his dick with that trembling voice and then he immediately turns away from him and wells up with tears. you tried baby. in the hotel room when he throws his underwear and ilya and then we see his life flash before his eyes. you tried baby! cottage roleplay when he’s trying to be all coy only to have ilya spread him out and make him purr like a kitten in 2 seconds. baby we see you trying. phone sex scene where he’s like nooooo stopppppp ilyaaaaaa and then proceeds to climb on the back of the couch for No Reason in his 2” inseam shorts so his dick is eye level with ilya’s mouth for No Reason At All. it’s okay shane baby you can’t be good at everything.

the initials of Heated Rivalry (HR) might look like they’re a reference to the characters’ names (Hollander & Rozanov) but it actually stands for Human Resources, which is what Hayden Pike called when he learned his best bud too pure for this world been getting cracked six ways to Sunday for over a decade by none other than the Russian embodiment of Disney’s Dicks on Ice

The Canadians are just showing off now. They already had government funded healthcare. Now they have government funded yaoi. If they're trying to out government other governments they can stop now, but don't tell them.

i did not once ever have a full night’s sleep from 2013-2015. nothing new to say that hasn’t already been said but it was so fucking fun being a one direction fan while they were still releasing albums/touring. can’t even put it into words or describe it. u were constantly terrorized while also having the best time of ur life.