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if you're having trouble sleeping the best you can do is put a bright object close to your face and look at it for at least 30 minutes. if that doesn't work you can close your eyes but make sure to think really hard about a bunch of bullshit

strawxbunny

i love when ppl say “that’s so you” it feels good to know i exist and have a vibe

shanepervert

the thing is even people who aren't feminists tend to understand on some level that penetration is socially constructed to be more an act of domination and degradation of the one being penetrated than an expression of attraction or pleasure. so a lot of this insistence on the importance of couples switching and how it's actually queerer that way feel like they're based in this need to even the playing field rather than letting a character strictly bottom and thus be the one degraded and feminized forever. and then on the other hand i think a lot of shippers see the bottom as the recipient of pleasure during gay sex rather than one of two participants in a mutually pleasurable activity so they see it as unfair to let that character hoard all the pleasure.

ao3feed-hollanov

by Anonymous

Shane grabbed a teaspoon from the drawer next to him and dipped it into the sauce, turning to face Ilya with his hand cupped underneath it to catch the drips. As he moved around the island, Ilya’s pulse picked up again and his brain smashed together a montage of nights like this from some imagined future. Shane cooking for him in their kitchen, offering his creation up for Ilya’s judgement. Maybe there would be a nice playlist on. Maybe the pasta would be actual pasta, not chickpea. Maybe they’d be cooking for more than just the two of them. Christ.

Balancing on the cusp of a something new, Ilya boards a flight to Shane’s cottage for two weeks.

Words: 28472, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Yuna Hollander, David Hollander

Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, David Hollander & Yuna Hollander & Ilya Rozanov, David Hollander & Shane Hollander & Yuna Hollander & Ilya Rozanov

Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Light Angst, Yearning, Romance, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Domestic Boyfriends, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Soft Smut, Porn with Feelings, Feelings Realization, Ilya Rozanov Misses Irina Rozanova, Ilya Rozanov Loves Shane Hollander, Shane Hollander Loves Ilya Rozanov, POV Ilya Rozanov, Soft Ilya Rozanov, Post-Episode: s01e06 The Cottage (Heated Rivalry), Episode: s01e06 The Cottage (Heated Rivalry), Character Study, Romantic Gestures, Good Parents David Hollander/Yuna Hollander, Supportive David Hollander and Yuna Hollander

shanehollandertwentyfour

Someone who used to be in the One Direction fandom PLEASE tell me you’re here 🥲

allesfresser

Ilya Rozanov, still on the ice, looking very concerned—

zoesupreme

Christopher Nolan almost allows colors into his mythical epic shot on 70mm IMAX film. thank god they stopped filming in time.

kheru-post-randoms

Sir the METEOROLOGICAL SYMBOL OF HOPE just invited itself over the Castle where the Hero Finally Comes Home After Way Too Many Trials And Tribulations

And you just.

Said no????

It's free symbolism and you said no because it's a rainbow and it's not gritty enough?????!!!!?

lifebloodblue

The goddess Iris herself offered to make an appearance in your Greek mythology movie and you dare deny her??

snowsmoked

Ilya never gets dementia. He worries about it, with his genetic predisposition and his frequent head injuries. But he never gets it.

His brother does.

His brother calls him, forgetting that Ilya went no-contact with him. Ilya's silent on the phone, listening to Alexei's wife softly explain it to him and take the phone.

He texts Ilya, asking when where he is. Asking who he's playing next game.

Ilya's been retired for over 20 years.

He knows Shane wants to say something, but he never does. He's just quietly supportive.

One day, it's Alexei's wife that calls him. She apologizes for calling. She tells him Alexei doesn't remember her anymore. Or their daughter. He only asks about Ilya and their parents. She offers to delete Ilya's number from his phone.

Ilya declines.

After that, he starts answering the phone. And talking.

Alexei asks where he is. Ilya tells him he's coming home soon. That seems to make Alexei happy.

Alexei asks who Ilya is playing. Ilya says Montreal. Alexei tells him to win or papa will be angry.

Alexei tells him mama made him soup. Ilya tells him that was his daughter. Alexei laughs, he doesn't have a daughter.

He doesn't remember how cruel he was to Ilya. He doesn't remember how much he loved drugs and drinking.

He was so much like Ilya's Alexei, before he started taking after their father. Before he let his anger at their mother consume him. Before he caught Ilya and Sasha and allowed his fear for his little brother to turn into anger and disgust.

One day Ilya offers his wife, Natalia, to have them visit. Their daughter has visited more than once, even stayed with them for a summer after high school. His and Shane's kids tried to teach her hockey.

Natalia regretfully tells him Alexei is not well enough to travel.

Ilya can't travel to them, not while he's married to Shane.

But their phone calls are enough.

About once a week, he gets to speak to a version of his brother than he had dearly missed. He gets to talk about his mama like she's still live, not dead for over 50 years. He gets to talk about the rink he and Alexei used to play hockey at. To talk about the stray cat he and Alexei once hid in their bedroom for a week.

He finds himself looking forward to the phone calls.

And dearly missing when they end.

play-now-my-lord

going on HRT is a serious decision you should make with the utmost gravity. people might think you're cool, badass even. You might find yourself happy with your life, approaching the world with newfound wisdom one way or another. It might be what you want. It might get you off. It might just be a cool story to tell people. I, myself, found the initial experience was like I had sleepwalked through a nightmare for a quarter century - and for the first time, not just the first time I could remember but actually the first time, I was awake, and the sun was shining, and the world was beautiful. So obviously all of those are risks

dilfsisko

Racism against Indians is actually a little insane when you consider how widespread it is even among liberals and leftists . Even people who consider themselves to be progressive will laugh at call center or tech support jokes. All scammers are inherently indian. It’s okay to laugh at jokes making fun of Indians for their feelings towards animals or how they drive. India is inherently backwards and dirty so it’s okay to make jokes about getting food poisoning from even looking at indian food

unswerving-dysfunctional-loyalty

Ilya cheating on Shane in fanfic after they've become exclusive immediately breaks my immersion. Like Ilya Rozanov did not spend 10 years locking down his man, risking his very life and citizenship, move to Canada and the worst team in the league, build a family, and become friends with Hayden Fucking Pike to throw away any of it.

Be serious.

jeffthemagicdragon

(Inspired by @hutsonwoolyums post about Shane's scar)

(Buncha talk about god in here so if that's not your speed. Here's your warning)

Ilya was never much of a church-goer.

Wearing a cross wherever he went had certainly convinced some people otherwise, and it was easier to let people believe what they wanted rather than explain himself, but in truth he had about as much of a relationship with god as he did with a distant planet. Someone once told him it was there, so it probably was, but it had no impact that he could see. In truth he hardly thought about it at all.

His family had attended their local orthodox church every week on the regular for the sole purpose of keeping up appearances and never mentioned the teachings again for the rest of the week. Ilya sometimes had seen his mother pressing her cross to her lips and gazing listlessly upwards, but he never knew why, and knew better than to ask when he shouldn't have seen it at all.

The only time he remembered actually caring what his pastor said was when they held her funeral in that very same church. Even then, he couldn't bring himself to swallow it all down. If she really was gone, she had to have gone somewhere nice, no matter how she ended up there. It had been too horrible to consider anything else.

Church had slipped out of his schedule as easily as school after the draft. He just... grew out of it. And hadn't touched it since.

Still, rainy evenings like this one have a way of unearthing old things from the soil caked deep in his heart. Not usually good ones. Usually bad. But with every rainy night before, he hadn't had his husband lying shirtless over him on the back patio couch, tipsy on wine together as they listened to the summer rain.

Shane's head is tucked into his neck and his hand is pressed up beside his chest, thumb brushing idly along his ribs. The heat trapped between their chests wards them from the chill of the rain and the petrichor mixes with the smell of Shane's hair. Ilya's fingers trace gently back and forth along his spine. From this angle he can map out the expanse of Shane's back - every dimple, divot, scratch, and his favourite: the scar. A dark smudge along his left shoulder, a little raised in the middle, a little tougher than the rest of the skin.