#meme thing

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tagged by @marxism-ex-solium and @sextuspompey to post 6 non-selfie pictures 👍

books catalogued by an owl / gus plotting a cardboard box ambush / mt etna flank craters / sticking my hand in a vent on etna to reverse raynauds #lifehack / illustration of a victorian cloak that can be inflated into a boat / earring charm i superglued back together this morning

uhh yeah they're playing balatro

and yeah i have balatro headcannons

reference under cut

I have been tagged in (and missed) quite a few writing memes for the past couple of weeks but i'm back and ready to get stuck into my wip again!!!!!! so thank you @glorious-spoon for this particular tag yesterday lmao 💕

So David never hated him and he certainly doesn’t hate him now. He does sort of wish he’d stop walking in on him wrapped around his son though.

It’s nothing as compromising as yesterday, thankfully. Shane and Ilya had offered to do the washing up after their barbeque and David had only ventured inside to grab a beer. He could hear them talking as he made his way up the steps so he didn’t exactly see a reason to announce his presence until his step falters right as he’s about to reach the patio door. Shane is at the sink, eyes focused on drying the plate in his hands, while Rozanov is pressed against his back, arms around Shane’s middle and chin hooked over Shane’s shoulder. And David is wholly intent on turning right back around to go sit with Yuna at the firepit until they’re done but Ilya’s voice makes him pause. “Tonight has been good, yes?” he asks quietly. “Yeah,” Shane agrees, setting the plate aside and reaching for another. “My parents like you.”

Ilya smiles, something quietly pleased that he presses into the side of Shane’s neck. “You think so?” “Of course they do.” Shane huffs a laugh, one hand touching Ilya’s arms where they’re crossed around his stomach. “Have you ever met anyone you didn’t know how to charm?” Ilya snorts, face still-half buried in Shane’s shoulder. “I do not think I have been very charming tonight. I’m nervous.” The way Shane’s expression melts tugs at David’s heart. He knows Shane loves hockey, knows he wouldn’t want any other life than the one he has, but he’s always worried. Always hoped that Shane would have something to love him back when hockey wouldn’t anymore. Seeing him now, he thinks he’s found it.