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💖🤍💜🖤💙 Roman, 20, he/they, Paramedic Student & Fic Writer, 💙💛СЛАВА УКРАЇНІ💙💛

[bizarrelittlemew]

but above all, one must not concern oneself with the opinions of people who censor the word fuck

[theconcealedweapon]

[jewelcoatfish]

okay what if as a kid shane had a specific bad day lullaby where when it gets too difficult and stressful yuna/david would scoop him up in their arms and sing the song and the sounds help soothe him and makes his bad days a bit better

and when he notices ilya has really really bad days and he doesn’t know what to do, he just scoops ilya in his arms and start singing to him too. but he wants to give ilya options so he sings the full catalogue of yuna and david’s lullabies, and ilya really cant decide so he just sort of sings all of them to ilya in order

and ilya tucks himself safely in shane’s arms and he kind of wants to cry really badly because his mama sang him lullabies too because lullabies are the familial love language, and he can’t believe he has someone sing him to sleep on his bad days now

[rimonoroni2]

what people don’t understand about how adhd is disabling is that it’s not just getting temporarily distracted from, like, school work or hobbies. it’s getting distracted/being unable to motivate yourself to go to the doctor, eat regularly, do hygiene tasks, etc. it’s not knowing when or how long it will take you to do something, ANYTHING, and in many cases that thing is taking a shower or keeping your house from turning into a biohazard. it’s about being fundamentally incapable of controlling your attention and focus on anything, even and especially things you need to do to survive.

[laura1633]

They should let Max go do whatever endurance races he wants this year. I don't care if it clashes with an F1 race. If his car is going to give up every few races then he should be able to skip a few too!

[nonbinary-wrath-month]

The reason why so many of y'all's feminism sucks is because you still believe deep down in your hearts that there are only two kinds of people in the world: precious, ethereal, fragile dollthings called "women", and violent, lustful, rage-fueled apes called "men". Until you throw that idea away, 3rd-grade-tier "girls rule boys drool, girls are princesses and boys are stinky :(" is as feminist as we'll ever get-- and I hope it's obvious that that's lightyears away from the bare minimum of where we need to be.

[sapphireh3arts]

i know folks are gonna call me a pedo for this one, but i grew up seeing my mom and grandma naked. they had health issues and at times needed care and help showering. and i truly think more kids need to be shown the nonsexual reality of naked women at a young age. there is nothing sexual about my grandmothers breasts, they were simply body parts. more women die of heart attacks because people are too afraid of breasts to do real chest compressions, because they are scared to touch their breasts. the sexualization of our bodies literally kills us. i need people to be more normal about naked bodies and i'm 100% serious.

[storm-of-feathers]

yeah yeah rainbow capitalism is bad and whatever but like. when I was a child, being pro gay was not the popular or lucrative choice. I'm happy that times have changed.

[storm-of-feathers]

I miss rainbow capitalism. I do. I miss when it felt like public opinion was still pro gay. I understand it was always an empty gesture, but it mattered in a sense of knowing how socially acceptable being queer is. If that makes sense.

[finnglas]

It was always a thermometer, not a thermostat, and I’m begging people to understand that.

[rainofaugustsith]

A lot of us are old enough to remember when a company risked mass boycotts and organized campaigns for daring to sponsor a Pride or LGBT+ event. A lot of us are old enough to remember when you could not find Pride flags or other rainbow items for sale in mainstream stores anywhere. What changed was that companies felt the LGBT+ community was worth selling to, worth publicly standing behind and worth acknowledging. And now that's changed again for many companies, which is a canary in the coal mine that should concern all of us.

[genderqueerpositivity]

Minnesota’s Giant Rainbow and Leather Pride Flags

June 28, 1998. Both flags measured approximately 50 feet wide and 75 feet long.

[ryuutchi]

Friendly reminder that the leather flag predates almost every other flag. We owe this community to leather daddies and kinksters

[nightmarechamillian]

In the era of corporate sanitization never forget it was leather daddies and S&M folks who protected some of the earliest pride parades.

[marmelade-sky]

A non-Hollonov prompt incoming! (If you're still taking them) I 100% love the idea of Troy taking Harris' name after marriage, so I was thinking something where they're already engaged and Troy and Harris want to let either the full team, a smaller group of them or just Coach Weibe privately know about how Troy is going to make the change from Barret to Drover not just legally, but also in every way including on his jersey. I'd imagine it would be a big deal to some people in the hockey world because while Scott, Ilya and Shane are all married none of them made a change like that in an workplace capacity so Troy would be the first of the queer hockey players doing the traditionally feminine thing in a marriage of fully taking his spouses name and dropping his old one. I've read fics where it was Troy and Harris talking about the decision with each other but not as many where they're talking about it with others.

yayyy of course and oh my god anon your mind!!! i gasped when I read this prompt, so creative <3 i adore troy and harris.

I am still taking prompts for all the non-hollanov couples of the GCU!! <3 (hollanov prompts are welcome too but will be answered later)

i'm having surgery tomorrow followed by 1 week+ sick leave so i'll have so much time :) don't be shy about sending in prompts!!

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"Coach, can I talk to you for a sec?" Troy caught Coach Wiebe just on his way to his office.

"Yeah of course, what's up? D'you want to sit down?" Wiebe gestured over his shoulder at his office door.

"No, it's fine, nothing big." Troy shifted on his feet; Wiebe was the nicest coach he'd ever had, but older men still made him nervous. Especially when it was about things like this. "So, you know how Harris and I are getting married this summer."

"Yeah, of course!" Wiebe gave him a big smile, but it turned into a shocked expression and wide eyes suddenly.

Troy stared back at him, momentarily caught off-guard. "..what?"

"...are you gonna ask me to officiate or something?" Wiebe asked, hushed.

It was so absurd that Troy couldn't help a startled laugh break out of him. "Coach, I really appreciate you, but I think Harris would kill me if I did. He's got it all figured out."

"Oh." Coach Wiebe deflated, clearly relieved. "I mean, I'd do it. I just don't love speaking in front of a crowd."

Troy narrowed his eyes at him. "You speak in front of us all the time."

"Yeah, but you're all dumbasses. So, what is it, then?" Coach crossed his arms with a good-natured smile.

Troy took another deep breath. "So, uh... I'm... I'm changing my name. I'm taking his last name."

Coach stared at him for a long moment, silent. Then, he said, "Wow."

"It's final, decision made," Troy said quickly, feeling like he had to defend his position on this.

"Hey." Coach reached out, one of his big hands landing on Troy's shoulder. "That's great."

Troy blinked at him for a second. When he didn't say anything else, Coach added, "I know you're not exactly attached to the guy your last name came from. So. I'm glad you found one you are attached to."

Troy looked down at his feet. "I am."

"Although you'll have to forgive me if I keep calling you Barrett in practice a few times." Wiebe tapped his finger against his own temple.

"That'll be okay," Troy grinned, feeling twenty pounds lighter all of a sudden.

"Have you told management yet? We'll have to order new jerseys for you."

"Yes, Sir," Troy said, and Coach, laughing, patted his cheek. "Don't call me Sir, I'm not that old."

Troy felt his cheeks flush pleasantly.

"Are you not going to tell me to think about it? How it'll ruin my brand or whatever? How it'll make the commissioner even more homophobic?" he couldn't resist asking.

Coach shrugged. "You're a smart guy, I'm assuming you've given it a good think." He frowned. "As for the commissioner..." He blew out a breath. "No comment on that one."

Troy snorted. "Can't get much worse you mean?"

"Maybe this is the one that finally gives him a heart attack," Wiebe said, cupping his hand over his mouth like he was telling a secret.

Troy laughed, an actual, out-loud laugh, startling himself. "Fuck."

Wiebe gave him a wink, then half-turned towards his office door. "You're good?"

"I'm good, Coach," Troy replied, "Thank you."

[musiicpix3l]

Yes yes i know love is love. But they are still killing CHILDREN. over this.

[1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam]

Thinking there needs to be even more utter confusion in-fic about Shane and Ilya starting the Irina Foundation together as friends. Especially from their respective friends, and not because they think it’s a PR stunt.

They hear the press conference, Ilya talking about his mother’s death, and there are sirens going off in everybody’s heads about how in the world Ilya was ever vulnerable enough to tell Shane about his mom when most people he’s known for nearly a decade probably didn’t even know Irina was dead. Cliff is screaming crying throwing up because he had no idea, Svetlana is staring in shock at her screen because at least she had an inkling about Shane but not to this extent, and the rest of his Bears/Centaurs teammates are going “did you know???” in all the chats without him in them. Bood is ready to call Hollander up and beg for advice on how to get this crazy Russian man to open up to their team.

And on Shane’s side of things, his people have zero concept of how Shane makes friends because Hayden and Jackie claimed him from pretty much the moment they respectively met him, Rose best friend-zoned him, and J.J. is basically the final girl extrovert to end all extroverts. But Shane didn’t start off hating any of them like they think he hated Rozanov, and he’s also never had a vulnerable conversation with any of them that didn’t need to be clawed out (gently) from inside him.

Going off of all their prior knowledge of these two, their friends absolutely would conclude that Hollanov are somehow insanely close, platonic soulmates if you will. I think knowing Irina’s story should do a lot of heavy-lifting with their friends when it comes to their closeness, because what could make being friends more believable than telling someone that story? This also means there is potential for their friends calling them soulmates (platonic, to them though), and Shane fumbling over his words in horror and confusion because how did they know, while Ilya’s just like “yes” about it.

[eonblueinmay]

Artist: moreloveforjm on ig

[schittyfic]

it's @treblerose689's birthday! here's a smutty lil minific written with some of her favourite things in mind: begging + degradation + desperation + coming from dry humping 🙂‍↕️ enjoy!!

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“Fuck, I need you inside me, like, yesterday.”

Ilya gives a short, breathless laugh into Shane’s neck, biting his bare shoulder. “Wow, wow. So desperate for it, you can’t even wait to give me proper hello.”

“This is your hello, asshole,” Shane grits out, his hands pawing at Ilya’s clothes, as clumsy and greedy as Ilya feels. They’ve barely made it two steps inside their home, Ilya’s bag dropped carelessly at their feet. 

“No ‘welcome home, my wonderful husband’,” Ilya pants, squeezing one of Shane’s pecs. “No ‘how was your trip, love of my life, tell me everything’...”

“Later,” Shane hisses, with a sinful roll of his hips. Ilya growls, crowding him back into the wall of their entranceway, and Shane draws him into his rhythm so they’re grinding like teenagers.

Ilya’s so fucking hard. He’s been hard since the goddamn taxi from the airport, since Shane started texting him all Really missed your dick and I need to be filled so bad, in that matter-of-fact way of his.

“Baby, please,” Shane moans, tipping his head back, eyes gone soft and glistening as his long lashes flutter, pretty pink lips hanging open all swollen and wet. It’s unfair, really.

“Yes, yes,” Ilya manages, nodding jerkily. “I know. You need this cock. I will fuck you like you deserve, lyubimyy.”

A bead of sweat trickles down the nape of his neck, beneath his jacket and t-shirt. Something about being fully clothed with Shane in only his favourite worn-soft grey sweatpants drives him out of his mind. Shane’s cock twitches against Ilya’s hip through the thin material, and Ilya knows he’s wearing nothing underneath. Beautiful, eager little slut.

Ilya’s stomach tightens, balls tingling, electricity thrumming through him. Shit, he’s in trouble. He should pull back. Take a breath. But he just—can’t find the strength to tear away.

They kiss messy and open-mouthed, smearing spit over his lips and chin, and Ilya’s hips thrust clumsily with a mind of their own. He moans at the filthy friction of it, at the solid warmth of Shane’s body under his. He’s missed it. He needs it.

He shoves his hands down the back of Shane’s sweats, hauling him closer and shamelessly groping his ass.

“Fuck, yeah, yeah, please,” Shane moans, clinging to Ilya’s shoulders and trying to wrap a leg around him. “C’mon, baby. Fuck me.”

Ilya’s eyes squeeze shut as his cock kicks, pulsing a hot spill of pre-come into his boxers. He can’t stop grinding forward, chasing that too-much-not-enough, Shane squirming and whining as they pant into each others’ mouths. Ilya grips his ass tight enough to bruise, shakes his cheeks a little to feel them jiggle, then parts them.

His fingertips brush Shane’s hole, and oh, fuck. It’s soft and open and so fucking wet, and it yields so sweetly under his touch—

“I got ready—” Shane gasps, and that’s it.

The orgasm slams through him, stealing his breath and leaving him humping forward gracelessly, driving Shane into the wall with the force of it. He buries his flushed-red face into Shane’s hair, moaning when the familiar scent of his shampoo sends another violent pulse through his body. It feels endless, spilling and spilling into his pants, the filthy-wet slide of his boxers over his sensitive cock only drawing it out as he mindlessly ruts against Shane.

“Oh my god,” Ilya groans weakly.

“Oh my god,” Shane echoes in disbelief, but he holds him close as he quivers through it, shoving his knee up for Ilya to ride it out. His big hands sweep soothingly over his back.

Ilya swallows when the aftershocks fade out and a quiet pause settles between them. It’s Shane who pushes him back, forcing him to meet Shane’s eyes. There’s an apology on his lips, but Shane kisses it away, cupping his face with both hands and laughing sweetly into it.

“You laugh at me,” Ilya complains, but he’s smiling too, dazed and stupid and lovedrunk.

“No.” Shane shakes his head, rubbing the tips of their noses together. Ilya winces a little as his oversensitive dick twitches at that. Fuck, he really is in love. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

Ilya smiles wider, chest puffing up, and pulls Shane into a deep kiss. Shane sighs into it, languidly sliding his tongue along Ilya’s, before he pushes at Ilya’s chest again.

“So, wait… which one of us were you calling desperate?”

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if you liked this, check out my HR fics on ao3!

[lilyflxwers]

ok i absolutely need to know what accents u all have pls reblog and tell me or comment or whatever I must know

[screamdrivefaster]

pro health tip. don't start caring about sport.

[freezethismoment]

saw a post that said shane is the most Boy to ever boy and i love that so much. he is so Boy.

and now i’m thinking about how he loves to be romantic and chivalrous to ilya— like when they get to the cottage and shane carries ilya’s bag in. he’s a great Boyfriend(husband.) he holds the door for ilya every chance he gets, and ilya (not so) secretly Looooooves it. when they’re at the bar with their team, shane will ask ilya if he wants a drink and go get it for him, hands it off to ilya with a little here you go, baby and then sits at a stool at the bar and ilya leans back between shane’s legs. at team cookouts, shane will tug on ilya’s arm as he’s talking to people until he’s sitting in his lap and ilya will go willingly without even pausing his conversation. shane will grin and wrap his arms around ilya’s stomach, kiss his shoulder. when they’re out to dinner and the bill comes shane will put his card down and ilya will make it a big thing, like oh thank you shane you’re sooo sweet and shane will be like ah it’s no trouble baby (they have a shared bank account.) he loves taking care of his baby!!!!!!! there’s been a rare time or two where shane and ilya are at a club and shane will let go and have a few drinks, get wonderfully tipsy and ilya will drag him out to dance. shane will hold ilya’s hips as ilya dances against him.

this doesn’t really connect to shane is such a Boy. anyway shane is such a Boy who loves taking care of his ilya