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Not today Justin
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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we're not kids anymore.

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@tziporimwrites
There are 2 types of fanfic:
fanfic that I like
fanfic that is none of my business

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pulling yourself up by your strap-on or whatever they say
ilya buying shane a pup cup send post
happy pride month !!
"you construct intricate rituals to touch the skin of other men" is the sports rpf thesis statement

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1st base: raw ethically dubious fucking
2nd base: exist in a public space together
3rd base: you witness me have a real, candid emotion
4th base: I reveal an aspect of my tragic backstory to you
image credits: @moonlightsonatah
Ilya: *sleeping peacefully*
Shane at 3 am:
one chair vs two chairs
can i interest anyone in this section of “the great blue heron of dunbar road” by ada limón
SHANE HOLLANDER x ILYA ROZANOV in 1.04 'ROSE'
I feel like david hollanders secret dream is to leverage shane and ilyas fame in such a way that he can have a stanley tucci style Food TV Show. he would never admit this because he doesnt want to take advantage

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unstoppable force (desire to write) vs immovable object (tired)
write it anyway even if you think it’s bad. a badly written fic is still better than a nonexistent fic.
lily and jane
me when i fucking PUSH you
Artist: moreloveforjm on ig

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game changing sapphicism NOW
chapter 6 of my HR sapphic artist au is up!
Chiaroscuro on AO3 (chapter 6/8, 70k posted, fully written and posting wed/fri until complete)
Relevant tags for chapter 6: language lesson as pretext for making out, kitchen sex, inappropriate use of art supplies, emotional revelations, the vague maudlin nostalgia of childhood sodas
Snippet:
“Ilya,” she protests, but it’s only for show, because she immediately folds into the next kiss, her hand coming up almost of its own volition to bury itself in her girlfriend’s messy curls. Soft, sleek, easy to twine around her fingers. It’s a pleasantly solid counterpoint to the push and pull of their bodies together.
“Krasotka,” Ilya murmurs into her mouth, catching her lower lip between sharp teeth and biting down until Shane is gasping and wriggling against the tide of heat flooding through her gut. “Because you are a pretty, pretty girl, especially when you look at me like this.”
“Like what?” Shane is well aware it comes out breathless and bratty, a little bit coy. “I don’t think I have a look.”
It’s just so addictive, the way Ilya’s gaze gets dark and her pupils blow wide when Shane pushes back at her a little. Her hand slides lower on Shane’s stomach, tucking under her waistband and dragging blunt nails across shivering, ticklish skin.
“Oh, you definitely have a look,” she laughs, mouthing down the line of Shane’s neck, pushing at her until her head tips back weakly against the wood.