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Episode four fucks me up for a lot of reasons but that opening montage especially is peak cinema. Two and a half years playing out in five minutes but for once we actually get to see the passage of time occur. The clear illustration of their different social lives. Ilya going out at every opportunity, picking up women, drinking, staying detached, staying numb. Shane jogging with Hayden and staying in, reading, taking every sponsorship, never letting loose. The intercut workout scenes, the playful texting, the barely concealed longing. Checking the schedules, eagerly anticipating their next chance to meet up. That. Fucking. Smash cut. Ilya slamming him into the boards then slamming into him on the couch. Shane's back-to-back wins, Ilya's earnest pride, his played up frustration. That champagne scene. Shane being more interested in sending a cheeky text than celebrating with his teammates. Their summers spent apart, texting, their winters spent on the ice, meeting up. Them barely being able to break apart from each other long enough to actually take their clothes off or get to the bedroom. Their phones constantly kept close, constantly being checked, neither one wanting to reach out without reason but always hoping the other one has. The stark contrast between their family lives, Shane being managed by his mom, chatting with his dad, Ilya taking care of his rapidly deteriorating father. Ilya growing disinterested in finding other available partners. Svetlana clocking the change in him. My Moon My Man playing throughout all of it. Honestly, poetry in motion.

full offense but none of you would have ever survived fanfiction.net in 2009

remember when writers had to be all like: “omg omg lemon starts HERE” y’all are lucky that ao3 has tags and filters you can set

god those were lawless times. 

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truly deeply despise mike walters for making ashley johnson's private life into a public news story. like let's be clear: he isn't some noble investigative journalist blowing the whistle on domestic abuse. he's a celebrity tabloid muck-raker making money by exposing and exploiting public figures. he co-founded tmz for fucks sake. and not only is publishing an article like this a generally shitty thing to do to someone, it's potentially putting ashley johnson and her loved ones in danger. fuck this guy

okay tumblr’s exclusion from the twitter social media ban list is hilarious but genuinely we do not belong on there. if a real human person asks “where can i find you on social media” and your choice is a swift death or revealing your tumblr, most of us would simply expire. half of y’all change urls every week like you’re in witness protection. just imagine for one second attaching your wholeass government name to your latest two am clownposting and tell me that didn’t send a cold chill down your spine. the only place i ever want to see the words “connect with me on tumblr!” is on the ao3 profile of an author i’m actively stalking. anyone in the world can follow me except anyone i personally know. antisocial media.

it's been 5 years since we picked up Luna at the shelter and she's as soft as when we got her. grumpy old lady turning 9 in may.

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