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hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god
Baby Hollanov AU
They’re about 9 or 10. Ilya doesn’t know any English yet, but they still become besties
(SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE THIS FIC)
“My new friend”
Fics inspired by the drawing:
say you'll see me again by jarpadsalecki. Words: 16,424. Rating: Explicit
Shane Hollander was too far away in the stands for Ilya to see him earlier. Now here he is, up close. Shane Hollander, Canadian boy wonder, who Ilya is just about sick and tired of hearing about.
Shane, the boy he has been dreaming about since he was eight years old.
A New Friend by nyxlyx. Words:1,842. Rating: General Audiences
During his next lap he winds up beside a boy about his own age with glossy black hair and freckles sprinkled across his cheeks. Ilya likes looking at them. The boy speeds up to try to race past, but Ilya catches up with a grin. The boy beams back and takes off like a shot, Ilya zooming after him as they chase each other through the crowd.
Ilya and Shane meet at an ice rink in Ottawa when they're ten years old.
Young and Hopelessly Smitten by jukoist. Words:8,764. Rating: General Audiences
“Ilya Rozanov,” Shane repeats slowly, letting himself taste the words. He grins. “Wow. You’re, like, a really good player. How come you’re in Canada for summer camp? Is that weird to ask? Sorry if that’s weird. I just meant-”
Shane is cut off by a hand on his mouth. He flushes.
“Too fast,” Ilya says. “My English… not good.”
“Sorry,” Shane mumbles into Ilya’s hand. Ilya grins and shakes his head, curls dancing, as he pulls his hand away.
“Is okay. Slow words. Okay?”
This year marks thirteen year Shane Hollander's third summer at Coach Marakov's elite hockey training camp. In attendance for the first time: Ilya Rozanov, visiting from Russia. Shane isn't the most sociable, and Ilya's English isn't the greatest, yet the unlikely duo soon become the best of friends.
It's just one summer, but it makes a world of difference.
pavement by nebulasstars. Words:3,849. Rating: Mature
“Um. Hi,” Shane starts, looking down at the boy. The boy just looks up at him, a puzzled expression on his face.
“кто ты?” The boy says in some funny language Shane has never heard of.
“Um.. I only speak English.”
The boy's eyebrows furrow, but he doesn’t seem all too deterred by the language barrier. Instead, he hands Shane a piece of pink chalk. He points to the drawing he’s been working on, saying something in that funny language again
Or: Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov meet when they are six. They aren’t rivals, but they still fall in love. Some small moments in that process.
what’s the price of being young by aurora_chiroptera. Works:2
A childhood friends AU where Shane and Ilya meet when they are 9-years-old.
begin again by aurora_chiroptera. Words:4,747. Rating: General Audiences. Part 1.
Irina flees Russia with 9-year-old Ilya, hoping for a new start in Canada’s capital. While she is working through asylum paperwork, Ilya runs into a boy his own age in the hallways of a government building.
second home by aurora_chiroptera. Words:4,341. General Audiences. Part 2.
When Shane is 11, he and Ilya have their first sleepover, as best friends do. Shenanigans ensue and secrets are shared
Everyone needs someone who sees them.
[Can be read as a stand alone.]
i know there's a Plan(tm) but i think it would be really funny if they simply changed the narrative on hollanov in the hr universe by putting professional rage-baiter ilya rozanov in front of the press one day and when they try to get him to shit-talk shane like normal he's just like 'um no ☝️shane hollander is my best friend' and when the journalists are all visibly confused and ask 'uh don't you hate him?' he's just like 'no when did i say that? i never said that' 'but what about your rivalry?' 'who told you we were rivals? i know nothing about this' and this keeps going and going until eventually everyone is forced to print articles that say 'ilya roznov and shane hollander: great friends apparently'
trying to figure out dinner with my father is impossible
trying to figure
out dinner with my father
is impossible
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Been getting into ceramics lately
How do they taste man
It hasn’t even been five minutes. Why do so many of you think I’m eating it. It hasn’t even been five minutes.
Yeah yeah whatever how do they taste man
Not so good.
they're called "bootlickers" because when there's a boot stomping on their neck they lean forward to kiss it
as soon as i clicked post i realized damn that's such an evocatively erotic description, i should be using this sort of language about noble kinksters, not wasting it on class traitors
How could you leave this in the tags!!!
that's the beta testing stage
things that would exist if intellectual property wasn't a thing
so much cheap generic medication. reverse engineering compounds would be even more financially profitable.
fewer people dead of vaccine preventable illnesses in the global south bc the greatest barrier to distributing some vaccines like hpv is their ip
plant seeds and grafts that come from the plants instead of licensing them. don't invest so much in preventing cross contamination. more localised experimental breeding.
library of the world: every book and journal article in the world could be digitised and be searchable for every person in the world to read regardless of where they live. cheap reprint runs and local translations everywhere.
an online interface where every citation could actually lead to the text in question
freedom from the hell that is DRM software
everytime someone reverse engineered your shitty proprietary software we would all be freed from it instead of them getting DMCA'd
so much hardware would be opened up & therefore made so much cooler.
so many more songs that riff off and sample and interpolate shit from this decade instead of like 70 years ago and more analysis of music that didn't keep getting nuked off the internet
preserving movies and tv shows and games as long as someone, somewhere has the desire to host them
just go publish your fanfic/art/vid as is instead of all us pretending it isn't fanwork or begging the corporation for mercy / licensing
a world without ip lawyers. im getting chills just imagining it.
a world without ip
lawyers. im getting chills just
imagining it.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
<- prev your tags. i'm dying. 😂
The notes are broken. This is what tumblr is all about apparently.
THE NOTES ARE BROKEN! This has been reblogged so many times, Tumblr just shrugged and said “infinity”
maybe orpheus always looks back because his very effort to reverse death means that he can't look forward. if he could look forward, he could accept eurydice's death, grieve, and keep moving in life. his refusal to accept her death is looking back. his going down to the underworld, asking hades and persephone for her life, trying to lead her out... it's all 'looking back'. he does nothing for the entire story except look back. orpheus! looks! back! it's his entire thing! the story ends the same way it begins: orpheus looked back.
i got these knockoff boots online and instead of the brand name on the tag they have the name of an apparently nonexistent martin scorsese movie??? what the fuck
THE ORIGINAL? ON MY DASH
this post led to a series of events that had martin scorsese himself reacting to his alleged movie goncharov and it has less than 400k notes almost 3 years later?
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at some point in your life you will be boiling fruit, water, sugar, and lemon juice in a pot to make a syrup or jam. the instructions will tell you to simmer for a certain amt of time. your timer will go off and you will look at the pot and go, "hm, this doesn't look thick enough. maybe i'll let it go for another 10 minutes." this is the devil speaking. it's only so liquid right now because it is at boiling point. it will thicken when it cools down. learn from the follies of my youth and do not let this happen to you
at some point in your life you will be making a sauce or a stew in which you need to add cornstarch to thicken it. and you will prepare a slurry of starch in cold water and think "this looks like way too little starch to thicken this amount of liquid." this is the devil speaking. cornstarch instantly polymerizes at 95°C and if you add too much it will turn into an impossibly thick goop.
at some point in your life you will be making some sort of cream based dessert that requires gelatin to thicken it. and you will soak some gelatin sheets in water and think "this is too few gelatin sheets for this amount of cream." this is the devil speaking. it will thicken in the fridge and if you add too much you will end up with milk jelly
at some point in your life you will be baking cookies. you will take the sheet out after twelve minutes as the recipe instructs and the cookies will still be glistening and soft. "these don't seem cooked enough," you will think to yourself, "i should place them back into the oven until their edges are nice and golden." this is the devil talking. this is how you get dry, overdone cookies. the cookies will continue to bake on the warm sheet for several more minutes and then harden up after sitting on a rack for a while. trust the process. trust the process.
at some point in your life you will be adding a small pasta to a soup and you will think "that is not enough small pasta." this is the devil talking. the pasta will absorb the stock and expand. this is how you end up with a soup that is a solid mass of soggy ditalini.
At some point in your life you will be adding garlic to a dish and you will think "that is not enough garlic." These are angels speaking. They are correct. Add more garlic.
at some point in your life you will be cooking soup noodles and you will think "that's not soft enough yet, i'll cook it longer." this is the devil talking. the noodles will continue to cook in the hot soup even after you take it off the stove and you will end up with mushy noodles.
i, a rock collector, had to go to the ER yesterday because of a gallstone attack, here is how my father messaged me
thanks dad
That was the correct thing to say.
The Odyssey if the suitors were competent…
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This Dan Piraro comic always makes me cry.
When I lived in London there was a murder of crows that lived near me. I fed them often, they brought me presents (shiny rubbish and cigarette butts they found on the floor to thank me.)
When I moved, I’m certain they understood I was leaving because I had all my stuff and gave them lots of food and compliments.
But, they chased down my friend who lived in the next burrough over. They had recognised that friend with me several times and followed them to their house when they couldn’t find me.
They adopted my friend and it was now my friend’s job to bring them snacks and receive the presents.
This was maybe 6-7 years ago.
I visited London last year. Went to see my friend. The crows all not only recognised me, they tracked me down. We got into my friend’s flat and not twenty minutes later there was chaos on the balcony.
We open the curtains, the entire fucking murder is there shouting because they wanted to see me.
Crows are the very best birds.
ancient greek word of the day: κακοθερής (kakotherēs), unfitted to endure summer heat
this literally means “bad at summer” pass it on
Reblog if you, too, are bad at summer
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