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Story Saves:
Vampire the Masquerade (VtM) Sim Save - a vampire-centered urban horror story following the rules and themes of the tabletop roleplaying game VtM (as much as I can within the framework of the Sims). Beginning
Headhunted - a VtM story about a young woman caught up in the machinations of two monstrous vampire siblings. Prologue / Chapter 1
The Tale of Snow Wolf - A miniseries exploring the new Werewolf Pack! Beginning
A StrangerVille Sacrifice [Completed] - a miniseries following a young military recruit and her wife after they were transferred to the StrangerVille National Base, and slowly get sucked into all the weirdness surrounding their new home town. Beginning
Gameplay Saves:
Build a City Challenge - A group of survivors attempt to rebuild society, starting in Sulani. Beginning / Gen 2
Nott So Berry Challenge - The colourful adventures of the Nott family. Gen 1 (Mint) / Gen 2 (Rose)
Story of a Stardew Moon - A very casual farm life save. Tag
The Midnight Familiar Legacy - A Magical Bloodlines legacy challenge themed around the Realm of Magic familiars. Beginning
On Hiatus:
The Goth Legacy - for when I feel like playing more wholesome, family-orientated gameplay, but still with a gothic twist. Beginning
The Tarot Legacy - a randomised legacy, where traits/aspirations/interests are shaped by drawing Tarot cards on their Birthdays. Beginning
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Vampirism, incl. Blood and dubious consent surrounding feeding and attraction (in-game powers only, ie Mesmerism & Vampiric Charm/Allure)
alright I've got to do some quick math to explain attitudes towards AI to my boss.
we're looking to create an AI policy, and when we were talking about this, my boss (older millennial) was genuinely shocked to hear that younger people do not (seem) to view AI positively (a la the recent commencement speakers being booed)
please rb for larger sample size!
Question 1/3
What is your age, and do you feel AI is a net positive or net negative in our lives today?
Everytime I see a shop, business, company, charity, use AI what I'm really thinking is "this organisation doesn't respect art, creativity or me" and if it was a museum or art gallery that feeling would be even worse!
Aside from the numerous ethical issues (stealing other people’s work, environmental impact, resource hoarding), AI is so massively flawed it frequently gives incorrect information. I would not trust a single piece of information in that museum to be accurate. That museum’s information provision is now equivalent to a random internet forum spouting off opinions like they’re facts. That gallery disrespects its own art exhibits by marketing it with AI trained by stealing actual artists’ work.
Museums and Galleries are celebrations of the natural world and of culture and history and innovation. And you want to take that away from experts who have studied and explored and absorbed and enthused about it with knowledge and care, and hand it over to a soulless machine that uses pattern recognition and data aggregation without truly understanding what it’s looking at.
This isn’t a Luddite thing. This isn’t about people fearing or resenting change. This technology is flawed, it doesn’t actually make things better for people (sure it makes things easier and quicker, if you don’t care about doing it correctly. It’s not actually efficient or useful if the work has to be redone to fix the numerous mistakes), and it is being aggressively pushed on us by companies that see it as a quicker and less needy resource than paying people who are actually trained to do whatever job it is they want AI to take over.
I really want to see more content featuring David and Yuna (especially Yuna) reckoning with the fact that they don’t really know the whole, real Shane.
because, he’s had this massive part of his life such a locked down secret for near a decade, and through hiding it, he’s repressed and hidden so much of himself too.
Shane’s tricked just about everyone who knows him into thinking he’s naturally this solitary, uninterested and reserved about his romantic life.
For all David and Yuna know, he’s literally never slept with or dated anyone outside of his two month long relationship with Rose since his high school girlfriend.
it’s been ten years since then.
of course they think that performance is the real thing! Shane has always been in the closet, and he’s always been a repressed and introverted person. This is what everyone knows as Shane’s Normal. His truth.
so when Ilya comes into the picture and Shane relaxes and he makes sex jokes now, and they imply that he’s not just having sex, but also intense sex????
when they find out that for a long time Ilya and Shane were not in love… they were just having a secret purely sexual relationship ?????? Since 2009?!???????!?
OF COURSE they view the Shane that appears around and because of Ilya as a fake one!! As a Shane that’s being pushed to change himself!! Because he’s so different from the Shane they’ve known for the last decade.
so of course they, over the next few months, make sure to let Shane know that they of course support his sexuality 100%, but that they also loved how he was before too. And that he shouldn’t change himself for a relationship, that he should never let anyone pressure him into things he’s uncomfortable with.
they only become more concerned when Shane begins to pull away from them. When managing to pin him down for a dinner after a game becomes more difficult, and he stops immediately responding to their calls.
because now they see his social media being used to comment under Ilya’s posts about him as much as it’s being used to sponsor athleisure.
now they see Ilya and Shane openly playfighting on the ice, and then going to clubs???? After the games?????
this situation eventually climaxes in Yuna confronting Shane, concerned about Ilya’s influence on him and the fact that this can’t POSSIBLY be good for him because he’s behaving so unlike himself.
and Shane fucking SNAPS.
he tells them how fucking miserable he was over those years, desperately in love with Ilya, but earlier, just a kid with a crush, just a kid hooking up for the first time, exploring new parts of his sexuality, and absolutely unable to talk about it.
because Shane wants to fucking talk about it!!! We see from the immediate “I prefer being the hole” the SECOND he comes out to Rose.
he was trying something new and scary and exciting and hot!! You think he didn’t want to tell his best friends he just hooked up with the hottest guy anyone’s ever seen???
and later on, you think he didn’t want to tell his parents about this guy he loved? You think he didn’t want to call them crying or asking for advice after Sochi?? Didn’t want to be showered in celebration from his parents when Scott Hunter came out???
keeping all of it a secret was fucking torture for him!!
he’s acting different now because he’s fucking happy!! He’s allowed to be happy now!!! And his parents are spending the whole time clucking disapprovingly at his excruciatingly hard earned happiness and his equally hard earned relationship with the love of his life!!! Of course he’s fucking avoiding them!!!
so I want them to have to reckon with the fact that they were so scared to imagine that their baby had been miserable for all those years that they accidentally tried to drag him back there.
just some food for thought because I’m clearly an emotional masochist lmao <3
In the background of the video clip, posted by a fan at the hotel breakfast just before Christmas 2018, Shane Hollander is talking on the phone. He looks tired but he's smiling, pushing scrambled eggs around his plate with a fork. "I saw, baby," he says. "No, definitely, no way that was slashing, I'm with you. You'll get them next time, though. Beautiful goal you got in the first, that was so fucking sexy. I can't wait to see you tomorrow. Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Love you."
Which leads to a bit of an uproar because omg Shane Hollander has a girlfriend?? who plays hockey???? that's so on brand for him like. okay who was playing last night and got a goal in the first period, we need to find the woman who has Shane Hollander crooning into his phone like a lovestruck teenager. and the consensus lands on an unsuspecting and entirely unrelated CWHL forward who has never even been in the same city as Shane but the Internet is running with the story and there's journalists harassing her and Shane has to get his agent to call her agent so he can apologise for this mess and she's like, dude, I know it's not your fault, but Shane feels so fucking bad about it, you know?
And unfortunately it doesn't really let up as quickly as they thought because it's right before Christmas and isn't this a great story, fucking Hallmark movie shit, so a very unimpressed Leila (her name is Leila) has to look a reporter in the eye after her team just played a really good fucking game of hockey and everybody wants to talk to her about some fucking guy, you know? so she looks him in the eye and says, no, I am not dating Shane Hollander, I have never dated Shane Hollander, I will never date Shane Hollander, I am literally a lesbian. I have a whole-ass girlfriend. She plays for the Blades.
And Shane Hollander is so consumed by jealousy he almost chokes.
Loving the idea that after some time has passed and everybody has calmed tf down, it becomes a silly little joke like yeah, how's my girlfriend's boyfriend doing?, they mostly hang out at hockey events especially once the Irina Foundation is a bit more established and Shane is putting more effort into his charity work but then they just always end up getting tipsy in a corner together, talking puck and bitching about the press and how physios torture you for their own sick enjoyment, all three of them laughing and it's genuinely fun and he's fine, it's fine, Shane is not burning alive with greed at all.
Leila sends him a photo the next morning at buttfuck o'clock of her gf in running gear like "i told her Shane Hollander would bring me breakfast in bed, not abandon me to go exercise" and Shane replies "so sorry to disappoint you also does this mean Marie got the code for the hotel gym?" and then they gradually become real friends and the next time they’re at some gala Leila's insta story complaining that "they’re ganging up on me" because Shane and Marie dragged her out for a run goes a bit too viral and of course the tabloids run all sorts of bullshit about how he's cheating in Rose Landry with Leila or on Leila with Marie or
once Hollanov are out and public the running joke is that everybody thought Ilya was the womaniser but Shane somehow managed to land three girlfriends at once
Nothing there...right?! by Riekawrites Rated T, 8,124
After a major hack exposing athletes for many (stupid/dumb/terrible) things, Ilya Rozanov's messages are laid bare for the world to see. Luckily for him and Shane, Shane is very paranoid (though can you still call it paranoia when the doomscenario you were preparing for actually happens), and Ilya has (very dutifully) deleted every text between them. So there shouldn't be anything to expose...right?!
But if there's nothing to expose, why did a B-rate-podcast announce they will discuss Ilya Rozanov's best kept secret on their upcoming episode?
Set in Jan, 2018, this is a (twitter) reaction fic.
something you can fix by some1_around Rated M, 26,824 words
Maybe if the video ended there, Shane thought, it would be okay. Okayish. Still incriminating. Still a fucking disaster. Still embarrassing, to have his breakup with this beautiful actress filmed and disseminated on Reddit of all fucking places, but not a nail in his coffin, burying him alive. But the video didn’t end there.
“Can I ask if you’ve ever been with another guy?” she had to ask.
And he, tears visible in his eyes, had to nod.
Just once. Just a single nod.
Why did he have to nod?
“Have you ever told anyone that before?” He shook his head. “Was it different? With a guy?”
“Of course.”
Of course.
“Was it better?”
“Yes.”
+++
Shane’s conversation with Rose is secretly recorded. Months later, after the All-Star game and Ilya’s confession in Russian, the video gets leaked online. Shane is outed to the world while Ilya is in Russia, and must now finish the 2016-2017 season with the entire world in on his secret.
Leak by AC91 Rated E, 4,740 words
Ilya just wanted to show off how many photos he took of the puppies. He didn’t notice the photos in the top left hand corner of his screenshot that were never supposed to see the light of day.
i really hope you're gonna get out soon by taywrites11 Rated M, 24,969
Sochi Olympics, 2014.
"MASSIVE ICLOUD HACK REVEALS PRIVATE PHOTOS, MESSAGES, VIDEOS OF HUNDREDS OF OLYMPIC ATHLETES"
Ilya feels a trickle of unease down his spine. He shakes it off impatiently as he clicks on the article.
Lessons in Two-Factor Authentication by merakily Rated T, 3,515 words
Boodram: Rozy how the fuck do you get your google docs hacked
Dykstra: In his defense, who the fuck hacks into google docs?
Holmberg: Roz why are you using your work email for groceries????
Or: Ilya Rozanov's gmail gets hacked in February 2021. To everyone's surprise, they find zero sex tapes, one Shane Hollander-shaped grocery list, and one list of travel notes.
Shane Hollander, Pro Level Cowboy by Itsallfine Rated M, 4,249 words
When Rose Landry’s texts are leaked, Shane is outed not only as gay, but as an enthusiastic and talented bottom and deepthroater. He panics over being the literal embodiment of every locker room slur but gets advice for dealing with his next team practice:
It’s time to get cocky. It’s time to own it.
Or: Ilya grapples with top privilege and Shane gets to embrace bottom pride in the locker room.
The witch cursed you to become a monster so that your outsides would reflect your character. Your home town took this news better than you would've thought. A lot better. You're more popular than ever and got immediately swamped by marriage proposals from just about everyone available in town.
When the witch said this you thought you would die right there in the forest, clenching your guts in your hands. But no. The witch disappeared and you were left standing there, guts safely inside your belly, wondering if the witch had gone so mad she couldn't even cast a proper curse.
But when you came back to town, Master Higgings and all his men looked at you like you were the Queen herself. And Billy even followed you home, offering to carry your basket. The same Billy who'd relentlessly taunted you for your bad skin when you were kids. And then completely ignored you as a young woman; your skin had never outgrown the anger of adolescence. Your mother often sighed at your mousy hair, your scrawny chest, your... everything, really. Always muttering "well at least you're a quiet and obedient girl; that has to count for something."
The marriage proposals started coming in the same evening. Nobody, not even your mother, remembered a you that wasn't the prettiest thing in the country.
There was someone new in the house every day now, pleading their cause to you, hoping that you would accept them as your husband. Some even wrote poetry praising your golden hair (when you looked at your braid, it was the same laundrywater color as before) your glowing skin (you touched your face and felt the same pimples as before) and your "divine nurturing orbs" (you shuddered when you understood what that meant. A pair of sunny side eggs more like).
You realised that the witch had cursed you to look like what the men want because inside, you're quiet and obedient, and that is what the men want.
This idea fillzd you with dread; it's a very novel feeling. You'd quite liked your previously invisible life. Free to daydream and linger in the forest as long as you did as your mother said and brought back the right herbs. (Your mother is not a witch. She is a healer and she wants you to marry well because healer stopped being a good life path after the priests came to town).
You walk at night now, because during the day there is not a moment to yourself as soon as you are in a public place. You despair of your situation. You will have to marry at some point, because the suitors are growing resentful at your continued refusal to accept any of them. How long until one of them decides there is no need to wait for marriage, or consent?
As it turns out, it's not long at all. You are on the bridge, gazing into the dark river, when you hear approaching footsteps.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't our cruel beauty," Master Higgings says. "What are you doing all alone at night? Nothing righteous, I think."
You do not like the look on his face at all, but you don't scream for help because it's not like you to make a fuss. You regret this immediately as he lunges at you and slaps his hand on your mouth. He shoves you against the parapet.
Fury swells inside you. Why does your body look like what the others want, and not what you want?
Master Higgings is mumbling obscenities in your ear, he is trying to get under your dress.
You don't want charm, you want steel.
Your teeth turn into fangs.
You don't want beauty, you want strength.
Your legs grow, they're full of fur. Or is it feathers?
You want a wrath big enough to dwarf the desires of all the townsfolk and you don't.
Want.
Fucking.
ORBS!
You turn around; the man's arms are not enough to keep you in place anymore. You tower above him, and he screams when you rip his belly in half with your claws.
You take off. The only thing left on the bridge is a dead man, insides split on the ground, shiny and useless.
Soulmate AU where the soulmate thing is in fact totally fake and a conspiracy.
Turns out that there's this ancient society of wizards who perfected the means of telepathically linking up two individuals. While early uses included stuff like espionage and such, early on there was an incident where a wizard accidentally synced the wrong targets up. It just so happened that instead of syncing the crown prince to the intended informant, the mistaken target was a young lady who was a shrewd political match, and both their parents had been looking to arrange the matter (but were struggling with the reluctance of the relevant parties).
With sudden telepathic bonding on the table, the couple took it as a sign from the gods that they were meant to be, and got together of their own accord.
The wizards realized the potential for matchmaking as a means of manipulating the political landscape, and abandoned their prior attempts at subterfuge (a limit of the telepathic bond is that it's two-way, so the target also gains your secrets, which meant a lot of them had to be assassinated after the fact.)
So the wizards converted their lair into an ostensible temple of the Goddess of Love, where people could come to pray to find their soulmates. Wizards were also sent out to arrange matches that would advance the interests of their cult, as well as some random ones just to help cover their tracks. As the influence of the Goddess of Love grew, new branches of the temples sprang up. The cultists were soon divided into two categories: wizards who still knew the truth and pretended to be priests, and actual priests who weren't in on it and genuinely believed they were helping soulmates find one another.
The culture around it goes something like this:
Not everyone has a soulmate, and not all soulmates are destined to be together in every lifetime. But if they are, the Goddess will bless you with the ability to hear one another's inner voice, if it is your fate and/or if you pray hard enough. Some soulmates know each other from their first meeting, but others take time to recognize the bond and open their hearts to the possibility of connection. If you're wondering why it took like eighteen separate meetings with someone before the bond manifested, do some introspection and consider why you might have closed your heart off or whatever. Like it's definitely a you problem, and it's rude to blame the Temple of Love, which is only trying to help people and has no other agendas whatsoever.
Also consider donating more money to the temple next time. Higher donations mean more priests can petition the Goddess on your behalf, and she's a busy lady, sometimes it takes a lot of petitions to get her attention. 👌
How would this factor into a plot?
My thinking is that a pair get setup as soulmates, and they are just absolutely both adamantly convinced that they are not. Like not in an enemies-to-lovers sense or anything, they just get the psychic bond thing and it's like, no. I don't know what's up but the Goddess of Love has definitely made a mistake. So they set out to gain an audience with her, but along the way they uncover the truth about the cult and its manipulation of generations of political marriages and business alliances.
It could be a metaphor for amatonormativity. Like some of the priests argue that even if it's a con, it's one that's been running for so long it's already steeped into the culture. How could the main characters bring themselves to expose it? To tell people who think they've found their soulmates that it's not really the case? Think of all those bonds they'd be threatening!
But then like, wait a minute. That's bullshit. This whole format for relationships has so many problems, and it's all working in service of manipulating and controlling people anyway! Why should they let the cult go on hooking up individuals that suit it? Shouldn't people know that it's possible to CHOOSE to make a telepathic bond with someone they actually want to? Shouldn't they be able to decide to manage their own relationships as they see fit, without some misleading pressure of fate or gods? And what about the ones left feeling excluded and unlovable because they don't "have" a soulmate? It's not like people are going to stop loving one another or finding themselves if they aren't being led around to do it this specific way!
So they upend the whole thing, and upset a lot of people, and then have to deal with the fact that they're still telepathically bonded until one of them dies.
Doing small render projects here and there and Aevie is just very photogenic no matter what I do so naturally I picked it as a model again. I also believe this is the first time I post its human disguise, which I am ALSO very fond of 😌🧡
Then I read this comment and my hand slipped again--
*importantly, the omegaverse Kip x Shane fics disproportionately feature either Kip carrying their baby or Kip comforting Shane post abortion (someone made a remix of the Zootopia abortion comic with Shane and his disrespectful bisexual lover and it went viral)
I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH < 3 Kat had loved Ellie more or less since they'd met and considers her as having saved her life. Katlego is grateful for Ellie's level head when Kat gets too ahead of herself, and Ellie likes Kat's sense of adventure amongst...other things ; )
what does ilya think about shane’s driving? and once they’re like fully together, does he let/is he comfortable with shane driving them places?
also if we assume that shane’s parents grew up at least partly in montreal (david playing for mcgill, yuna being a metros fan), can we assume that they might have some montreal driving habits?
and can we then assume that they might have taught shane some of those habits when they were initially teaching him to drive?
like maybe shane was an aggressively safe driver but only by the standards of his montreal born and raised parents and that this is what helped him seamlessly transition into regularly driving in montreal?
Ilya finds it unspeakably fucking attractive.
I think one of the things Ilya likes most about Shane is just how much Shane surprises him. He is such a structured and dependable guy that you think you can predict him easily. And then he comes out of left field and does the absolute last thing Ilya expected. He is bewitched body and soul. Shane Hollander is the most interesting person in the world to him.
Like. I love the ecstatic grins Ilya gets whenever Shane surprises him. Shane folds his clothes during the first hook up and Ilya looks enchanted. Shane says that he hired a stylist and Ilya is overjoyed. Ilya calls himself lazy, something everyone in his life agrees with, and Shane’s immediate reaction is “I don’t know that side of you at all.” And Ilya can’t help but smile. He didn’t think Shane would say that. And he is so in love with him for doing it.
Like. I think Ilya just loves how much Shane surprises him sometimes. The man is simply enchanting to him. He is obsessed.
The first time Ilya gets into a car with Shane, he thinks he knows how it’s going to go. He has his Boring Slow Driver Jokes in the fucking barrel. Because Shane Hollander drives a sensible car. He gets excited about sales on snow tires. He lectures Ilya about smoking. He is Mr. Canada and surely he reads the motor vehicle code to himself each night before he drifts off to dreamland. He already knows that Shane Hollander drives with a religious vocation towards safety.
That is not how Shane drives.
Ilya cannot feel his own legs by the time the car is parked.
He has absolutely no idea what the fuck just happened.
What? No, no one is going into the store to buy a fucking tooth brush. They are turning the car around and going home. Ilya needs to fuck him immediately.
Shane Hollander is the goddamn king of bad drivers. He was an eighteen year old who drove like he had a DMV test administrator riding shotgun at all moments of his life and then suddenly he was drop kicked into an ungodly fusion between clown school and the goddamn Autobahn. Public transport was not an option for him. He was borderline a religious figure in that city. What, was he going to not get recognized? His face was on the side of the fucking bus. The city had him do the announcements for the goddamn metro every time they made the playoffs. No, he had to drive himself if he wanted to go somewhere. Or, well, he could hire a driver, he had the money for it, but Shane could not imagine the shit he would get for being the eighteen year old showing up to practice with a chauffeur. He was already worried that people would think he was full of himself considering he sucked the goddamn oxygen out of every room he had ever been in. Like it was impossible to get any attention as Shane’s teammate. It always had been, and his teammates in the junior leagues had always kind of resented him for it.
Every reporter wanted to talk to him. His team was a national news story but only because he was the news story. They were background characters in the Shane Hollander Origin Story and it made it that much harder for them to get any kind of recognition. It’s hard to standout when you’re standing next to Shane.
Shane was new to the metros. The NHL Commissioner himself had become suddenly invested in pushing his rivalry with the dude whose dick he sucked that one time. Suddenly they were modeling fucking all stars weekend around him, which the older, more experienced players on his team weren’t even invited to.
Shane was the new guy who didn’t have an established place in the team dynamic yet and he was fucking terrified about coming off as full of himself. He was not going to be giving these guys another reason to think that. He had to drive himself.
So Shane looks at his options and the absolute trash can fire that was Montreal city driving and says These Are New Skills That I Must Learn To Succeed In My New Environment and by fucking god does he do that. He is trapped on a road system with 1.5 million of the worst goddamn drivers to ever disgrace the Earth and he is dodging and he is weaving. Everything he does makes perfect sense in the context of the mass psychogenic illness that is the Montreal highway network and comes off as a psychotic break everywhere else on the goddamn planet. He Will Get You To Your Destination Alive But You Will Doubt That Fact Every Single Moment Of The Trip.
The man is a self trained stunt driver. Rose keeps threatening him with a cameo in the fast and furious movies. If she ever gets sucked into that vacuum of a franchise she is forcing him to be one of the background drivers she is so so serious Shane.
Shane has no idea what she is talking about. He is an excellent driver.
Ilya feeds this delusion but only because Shane driving is low key foreplay to him now. Yes baby you are an EXCELLENT driver please drive us home you are so so good at it. He wants so badly to be passenger princess in whatever live action Mario Kart Shane seems to think everyone is playing at all moments in every city on earth. When Shane comes to visit him in Boston, Ilya insists on picking him up at the airport instead of Shane renting a car or calling a rideshare because all of Ilya’s windows are tinted and someone’s more liable to recognize Shane if they’re in close proximity and wonder why the fuck Shane Hollander is in Boston without a game happening so really it’s SAFER for Ilya to come get him, really.
It is not because of that.
It is because Ilya has a biological need to see Shane Hollander whip his Porsche 918 Spyder across I-90E like he’s competing in the goddamn Indy 500, all while lecturing Ilya about how unsafe and impractical of a car this is. Ilya lives in a city with some very narrow streets and very harsh winters he needs to have at least one car built for the snow. Shane’s car, for example—
Ilya is not listening to a goddamn word. He never listens to anything Shane says while driving. He is not physically capable of it. All of Ilya’s mental bandwidth is dedicated to strategizing about the shortest possible path from Shane putting the car in park to Ilya getting inside of him. Ilya is playing 4D chess to make sure Shane only ever drives them home and when no one else is in the car because he needs to fuck him too bad as soon as the car stops to ever risk witnesses at their destination.
Svetlana makes the mistake one (1) time of getting in a car driven by that fucking psychopath and immediately clocks this as a sex thing. Oh, you need to talk to Shane in private immediately? Yes she bets he does. Ilyusha, how dare you risk her life for foreplay especially when she is not even invited to watc—
I don’t have strong opinions about Dave and Yuna’s driving habits. I could see them being bad drivers because they are Formerly of Montreal. I can see them having shaken that since they are now Of Ottawa. In my mind, Shane Hollander was an exceedingly safe driver turned Terrible Montreal Driver because he almost never drove himself before he moved to Montreal. He learned to drive in a driving school where he learned Good Driving Habits and then almost never got behind the wheel of the car. Other people drove him everywhere.
Like, that is a guy that got pulled out of every math class growing up. He started making waves in the hockey world before he hit puberty. His schedule would have been fucking packed beyond all reasonable limits. He has not had free time since fucking 2003. His parents were driving; he was in the backseat doing his homework and trying not to fail 11th grade English.
He was not truly shaped as a driver until he hit the hellscape that is Montreal roadways. And boy did it shape him.
