general appreciator

-for the new unicorn- my queer ass✊😭😭😭

[bryzardthewizard]

ALWAYS thinking about how in mere months we will know what the centaurs look like. I might fucking cry.

[lavenderprose]

There's never been a fandom ghost like Cliff Marleau. He's a vampire. He's an ally. He's a latent bisexual. He a little confused but he got the spirit. He's imprinted on Ilya like a duckling. He has three sisters, all of them lesbians. He is 42. He is 28. He's French Canadian. He's from Florida. He is being psychosexually tormented by his best friend's thot husband. He is Hollanov's platonic third. He has a beautiful, terrifying wife. He's made out with Ilya but they were in Paris it's chill. Of course he's slept with men he's a fucking hockey player. He is Ilya's ex-husband.

[totearup]

Cliff can't believe he didn't figure it out sooner. The strange move to Ottawa. How happy he's been. And most damming of all, "Jane", it fucking rhymes!

He watches a highlight reel of Ilya celebrating with his line and realizes he's just going to have to accept it.

Ilya was in love with Zane Boodram.

[hudconvent]

id like if season 2 started with the lighter click but its just ilya outside of the canadian tire centre in ottawa. no one comes out to tell him he cant smoke there. it just holds on him somberly smoking, quietly, alone.

[fritterlitter]

Ok but for my wish fulfillment once the pure chaos of Shane signing with the Cens and everything around that Harris takes a minute to sit down with Shane like he does for every new player and talk about how social media generally goes on the team and to ask what Shane is comfortable with, things to avoid, things to focus on, and Harris asks

“What do you want people to think of when they hear ‘Shane Hollander’”

And Shane has had so fucking much happen and he’s tired and in a moment of unpolished honesty he replies

“Hockey. I’ve only ever wanted people to know my hockey”

And Harris can suddenly see how worn down he is and afterwards kinda sits with how quickly nothing about Shane’s life was private anymore. So he sets aside all his cute ‘hockey husband’ and ‘get to know the real Hollander’ ideas he’d been kicking around and brainstorms something Shane might like better.

The next time they do content during a practice day they’re doing those tiny mic interviews asking questions so fans can “meet” their first line and it cuts between all of them for each question but whenever Shane’s turn comes up it just cuts to him playing good hockey. Like

>“What’s your favorite way to relax?”

“Trying a new recipe!”

“Sitting by the fire with my husband and my dog :)”

“A good book!”

*Shane getting a crazy wide shot under control and whipping around to pass the puck precisely where it needs to be*

“I’ve been getting really into sound bath meditation videos YouTube lately”

>”What are you looking forward to this year?”

“Well with the energy we’ve had in practice, I’d say I’m looking forward to winning some games!”

“Taylor Swifts new album”

“Stanley Cup win. And that’s a promise”

“My wife and I’s five year anniversary”

*Shane pulls off a lightning quick feint and sinks the puck in the goal so fast anyone who blinked missed it*

Like maybe Shane doesn’t want to be “hockey robot” all the time but he’d like people to remember at the end of the day he’s Shane Fucking Hollander

[stedesparasol]

Film Fortnight: Comedy What We Do on the High Seas (a.k.a Interviews With Some Vampirates)

[shaneposting]

i just know there’s been a point where ilya has said something really sad about his childhood and mr earnest sincerity hollander has shaned his eyes at him and said something about ‘i wish i’d known you then so i could’ve told you it was all gonna be okay’ and ilya has started bawling

[shaneposting]

ilya: good morning team

ilya: yes i saw eclipse :)

ilya: on an unrelated note marly will not be joining us for practice today. he is at the eye doctor

ilya: but rest assured. he also saw it

[deathbymermaids]

Ed: “Science tells us that all the useful organs are on the right side of the body. So I cleverly took the sword on the left.”

Izzy: *gets shot in his left side and fucking dies*

I literally fucking hate all of you.

[bryzardthewizard]

AAAUGHHHHHH HE WAS PROBABLY CONFUSSEEEDDDD😭😭😭😭😭

[ilyas-anya]

One day Svetlana FaceTimes Ilya while watching Shane’s game to yell about how talented he is, and gets introduced to Yuna (because obviously Ilya is at the Hollander’s eating chicken parm and ice cream). From that day on Ilya never gets any FaceTimes or calls from Svetlana during Shane’s games anymore because she calls Yuna instead, telling Ilya to get lost because she has found her hockey soulmate.

[sensommeren]

MyShane uses his incredible focus powers and autistic masking to ask players mundane interview questions that lead to devastating chirps during face-offs.

Shane (staring intensely at where puck is about to drop, with the most casual voice): So where're you from, originally?

Player (star struk and also confused enough to answer): uh- wh- um, Texas?

Shane: huh, not much hockey there, how'd you get into it?

Player(excited about talking hockey with Shane Hollander!): yeah, my uncle played for the Maple leafs.

Shane: oh, cool, does he still play?

Player: no, he only played two seasons.

Shane (kindly, like a kindergarten teacher): You might want to follow his lead on that.

Puck drop, player left standing until Shane scores.

[helloloveyes]

So I was thinking about Hollanov, and of course that made me think of Cliff and... This happened:

June 2016

Ilya was waiting almost next to the door, excited for Shane to show, so when the doorbell rang he was opening the door in a second.

Except, instead of Shane's gorgeous face with lovely freckles, was Cliff Marleau.

"Marley, what-?"

But Cliff was already entering his home. "Roz, I don't think you should go back to Russia this summer. Or at least not right away. Listen man, we're worry about you. The team knows that family is complicated but man, when you go, you completely disappear."

Ilya was shocked at first, then really moved by his friend's obvious worry, but mainly he was fucking pissed. He needed to kick Cliff out of his house before Shane arrived, but how? Cliff was like a dog with a bone, or whatever the stupid saying is.

"Marley, stop! I'm not going to Russia." His friend halts mid sentence.

"You're not?" Cliff smiled as if this was the best news. Fuck, Ilya loved him and his team.

"Well, I am but not right away. I'm going next week. We can talk about this another day. Now I need you to go."

"go? Why?" And that's when he really took a good look to Ilya and his house. "Wait, you were waiting for someone?"

Ilya doesn't answer, because his mind is a mess of red alerts. Shane must be so close, now.

"You never do this, Roz. Who are you waiting for?"

"Jane!" He yelled, because fuck his life, and Cliff smirked. "Montreal Jane is coming and you know how shy and particular Jane is. I need you to go, now."

"Dude, of course. I was so right about her." They both go to the door and Ilya was all but kicking him out when they stumbled into someone.

Right at his doors steps.

Oh, fuck. Ilya should have waited until November, as originally planned. But he was so excited to show Hollander his home. He was so fucked.

-.-

Cliff had never been an intellectual, but he wasn't dumb. He was just smart in other ways. That's how he found out about Montreal Jane and how important she was for Roz, since the very beginning.

He also knew his friend was dealing with too much, so he never pushed. Roz wasn't ready to committ or share, and that was ok. For a while.

Last night, talking with Connors and Carmichael, they agreed someone should talk to Roz about Russia, so Cliff volunteered. Rozanov was more than just a Captain, he was their Friend. The guy that help Cliff organized Connors grandmother's funeral. The guy that went to all the vet's appointments when Carmichael got a dog. The man that was there for Cliff for so many important things, he can't even count.

So, he was pleasently surprised when Rozanov agreed to stay for a little while. He and the guys could arrange something to talk about Russia, finally. But knowing Montreal Jane was coming??? Dude, that was the Best fucking news. Only now, Shane Hollander was about to ruined it, by being there . Just like Cliff.

"Hollander?" The guy looked just as shocked as Cliff was. "Listen, I don't know what you're doing here, but we need to go. Roz's girl is coming."

If anything, Hollander looked even more shocked by the news. His eyes wide Open, his mouth half Open.

"Yes, I know, shocking, but Montreal Jane managed to do the impossible." He put his hands on Hollander's shoulders and was about to push him around when Roz almost knock him to the side.

"Shut your face, Marley." Roz pissed off face melted once he faced Hollander. "Hi. Umh... Marleau arrived like, five minutes ago. Uninvited."

Hollander's panic look also soften a little. "Oh."

"He was worried about me. Stupid thing really." Roz was nerveous now, Cliff never saw him like that, but it was understandable.

"Not stupid, man. But ok, we need to go. This girl is the reason Roz doesn't sleep around anymore."

Which aperantly was the wrong thing to day, cuz Roz glared at him with anger. "Fuck, Marleau. Just shut up."

"You don't sleep with other people anymore?" Hollander's voice sounded weird, and Cliff wonder outloud "What are you doing here, anyway?"

"Hollander had an ad to shoot in Boston, I invited him. I'm good that way, yes? My house is better than a hotel." He all but pushed Cliff out the door and grabbed Hollander's arm to pull him inside.

Only he was a lot more gentle with the Montreal Captain. "Now, go Marley."

But, no. Cliff was not going to let Rozanov use Hollander as am excuse to pull back from Jane. So he grabbed Hollander's other arm. "He can stay with me. You are not going to ruin things with Jane. You really need to talk to her."

"what the fuck, Marley?"

"Rozanov."

Again, wrong thing to do, Cliff had never had such a hard time reading his bro. Something was obviously missing here, cuz Roz shooting him daggers with his eyes. They were outright arguing now, Hollander saying Rozanov, louder everytime, but Roz was not listening.

"You have to talk to Jane, man, for real..."

"Rozanov!"

"...Take your hand off him, Marleau or I swear I'll break your bones. You're not taking him away-"

"Ilya." Hollander didn't even shout, not really. But the moment he said Roz's name the Russian stopped arguing. All the fight left his body and Cliff had front row tickets to the most sureal situation.

Hollander pulled his arm from Cliff's hold and just stared back into Roz's eyes. They looked intensely at each other for a while until Hollander spoke again.

"Lets go inside." To Cliff's utter shock, Roz nodded and followed him in. So Cliff did too.

"I am sorry." Roz started but Hollander shook his head. "He's worried about you. It's ok."

Then again, the staring that for some reason seemed like something close to... Longing? Cliff shook his head, what was happening?

"Did you really stop...?" Hollander started to ask, but even Cliff knew what he was trying to say.

"I've been busy." Roz shrugged, trying to look cool, but his face gave him away.

"See why he needs to talk to her? He can't even admit it to us. But the whole team knows by now how gone he is for Jane." Aperantly Cliff had a death wish, because he couldn't shut up.

But instead of trying to kill him, Roz nervously stared down, looking embarrassed.

Hollander stepped closer and that made Cliff realised just how close those too were.

"Do you trust Marleau?" Roz nodded firmly still not raising his head. "Then maybe... Maybe we could... Umh..." Hollander stumbled with his words but Roz seemed to understand him, cuz he looked up with wide eyes and such a... Hopeful Expression? Seemed like hope and so many more feelings Cliff was having a hard time recognizing.

Again, they stared at each other in silence and ... Mmmmm... Maybe there was something more right here, in front of Cliff. Something so insane his brain refuse to name.

"Shane." Roz said with fondness and adoration.

Hollander smiled a little, "Ilya."

Fuck, what the hell was this?

Then Roz turned around, grabbed Shane Hollander's hand and broke Cliff's understanding of reality with his next words:

"This is Montreal Jane."

[bryzardthewizard]

I LOVE CLIFF MARLEAU I LOVE THIS

[helloloveyes]

So I was thinking about Hollanov, and of course that made me think of Cliff and... This happened:

June 2016

Ilya was waiting almost next to the door, excited for Shane to show, so when the doorbell rang he was opening the door in a second.

Except, instead of Shane's gorgeous face with lovely freckles, was Cliff Marleau.

"Marley, what-?"

But Cliff was already entering his home. "Roz, I don't think you should go back to Russia this summer. Or at least not right away. Listen man, we're worry about you. The team knows that family is complicated but man, when you go, you completely disappear."

Ilya was shocked at first, then really moved by his friend's obvious worry, but mainly he was fucking pissed. He needed to kick Cliff out of his house before Shane arrived, but how? Cliff was like a dog with a bone, or whatever the stupid saying is.

"Marley, stop! I'm not going to Russia." His friend halts mid sentence.

"You're not?" Cliff smiled as if this was the best news. Fuck, Ilya loved him and his team.

"Well, I am but not right away. I'm going next week. We can talk about this another day. Now I need you to go."

"go? Why?" And that's when he really took a good look to Ilya and his house. "Wait, you were waiting for someone?"

Ilya doesn't answer, because his mind is a mess of red alerts. Shane must be so close, now.

"You never do this, Roz. Who are you waiting for?"

"Jane!" He yelled, because fuck his life, and Cliff smirked. "Montreal Jane is coming and you know how shy and particular Jane is. I need you to go, now."

"Dude, of course. I was so right about her." They both go to the door and Ilya was all but kicking him out when they stumbled into someone.

Right at his doors steps.

Oh, fuck. Ilya should have waited until November, as originally planned. But he was so excited to show Hollander his home. He was so fucked.

-.-

Cliff had never been an intellectual, but he wasn't dumb. He was just smart in other ways. That's how he found out about Montreal Jane and how important she was for Roz, since the very beginning.

He also knew his friend was dealing with too much, so he never pushed. Roz wasn't ready to committ or share, and that was ok. For a while.

Last night, talking with Connors and Carmichael, they agreed someone should talk to Roz about Russia, so Cliff volunteered. Rozanov was more than just a Captain, he was their Friend. The guy that help Cliff organized Connors grandmother's funeral. The guy that went to all the vet's appointments when Carmichael got a dog. The man that was there for Cliff for so many important things, he can't even count.

So, he was pleasently surprised when Rozanov agreed to stay for a little while. He and the guys could arrange something to talk about Russia, finally. But knowing Montreal Jane was coming??? Dude, that was the Best fucking news. Only now, Shane Hollander was about to ruined it, by being there . Just like Cliff.

"Hollander?" The guy looked just as shocked as Cliff was. "Listen, I don't know what you're doing here, but we need to go. Roz's girl is coming."

If anything, Hollander looked even more shocked by the news. His eyes wide Open, his mouth half Open.

"Yes, I know, shocking, but Montreal Jane managed to do the impossible." He put his hands on Hollander's shoulders and was about to push him around when Roz almost knock him to the side.

"Shut your face, Marley." Roz pissed off face melted once he faced Hollander. "Hi. Umh... Marleau arrived like, five minutes ago. Uninvited."

Hollander's panic look also soften a little. "Oh."

"He was worried about me. Stupid thing really." Roz was nerveous now, Cliff never saw him like that, but it was understandable.

"Not stupid, man. But ok, we need to go. This girl is the reason Roz doesn't sleep around anymore."

Which aperantly was the wrong thing to day, cuz Roz glared at him with anger. "Fuck, Marleau. Just shut up."

"You don't sleep with other people anymore?" Hollander's voice sounded weird, and Cliff wonder outloud "What are you doing here, anyway?"

"Hollander had an ad to shoot in Boston, I invited him. I'm good that way, yes? My house is better than a hotel." He all but pushed Cliff out the door and grabbed Hollander's arm to pull him inside.

Only he was a lot more gentle with the Montreal Captain. "Now, go Marley."

But, no. Cliff was not going to let Rozanov use Hollander as am excuse to pull back from Jane. So he grabbed Hollander's other arm. "He can stay with me. You are not going to ruin things with Jane. You really need to talk to her."

"what the fuck, Marley?"

"Rozanov."

Again, wrong thing to do, Cliff had never had such a hard time reading his bro. Something was obviously missing here, cuz Roz shooting him daggers with his eyes. They were outright arguing now, Hollander saying Rozanov, louder everytime, but Roz was not listening.

"You have to talk to Jane, man, for real..."

"Rozanov!"

"...Take your hand off him, Marleau or I swear I'll break your bones. You're not taking him away-"

"Ilya." Hollander didn't even shout, not really. But the moment he said Roz's name the Russian stopped arguing. All the fight left his body and Cliff had front row tickets to the most sureal situation.

Hollander pulled his arm from Cliff's hold and just stared back into Roz's eyes. They looked intensely at each other for a while until Hollander spoke again.

"Lets go inside." To Cliff's utter shock, Roz nodded and followed him in. So Cliff did too.

"I am sorry." Roz started but Hollander shook his head. "He's worried about you. It's ok."

Then again, the staring that for some reason seemed like something close to... Longing? Cliff shook his head, what was happening?

"Did you really stop...?" Hollander started to ask, but even Cliff knew what he was trying to say.

"I've been busy." Roz shrugged, trying to look cool, but his face gave him away.

"See why he needs to talk to her? He can't even admit it to us. But the whole team knows by now how gone he is for Jane." Aperantly Cliff had a death wish, because he couldn't shut up.

But instead of trying to kill him, Roz nervously stared down, looking embarrassed.

Hollander stepped closer and that made Cliff realised just how close those too were.

"Do you trust Marleau?" Roz nodded firmly still not raising his head. "Then maybe... Maybe we could... Umh..." Hollander stumbled with his words but Roz seemed to understand him, cuz he looked up with wide eyes and such a... Hopeful Expression? Seemed like hope and so many more feelings Cliff was having a hard time recognizing.

Again, they stared at each other in silence and ... Mmmmm... Maybe there was something more right here, in front of Cliff. Something so insane his brain refuse to name.

"Shane." Roz said with fondness and adoration.

Hollander smiled a little, "Ilya."

Fuck, what the hell was this?

Then Roz turned around, grabbed Shane Hollander's hand and broke Cliff's understanding of reality with his next words:

"This is Montreal Jane."

[castieldelamancha]

there is something in the fact the piece of silk ed had, his heart, his vulnerability and his past that he put in stede's hands, was red and that the shirt stede stole from the cursed ship, and that represented that impulsive part of him, his selfishness too and how he had left all his life behind but he still had those little idiosyncrasies ed loves, was red too and that they both saw those things in the other and saw the man they love dearly in them and put that love into words with their "you wear fine things well"

[bryzardthewizard]

I'll always wonder if I'm truly the first of my bloodline to be this into fandoms or if some ancestor of mine in 1600 REALLLYY liked shakespeare

[c24c24]

Ilya after an Ottawa vs Boston game “Sorry boys, I can’t go out tonight. The old ball and chain wants me home.”

“…You mean Hollzy?”

“First of all, Shane would never chain me down, he picks me up he is the wind beneath my wings. He is the light of my life my moon and my stars. He doesn’t bring me down, he raises me up. Don’t you dare ever fucking suggest that again. I meant Cliff Marlow. We’re cooking him dinner.”

[hollandersbuttplug]

Scott: So where’s your boy Rozanov?

Shane: