you can give seven days of internet connection to someone in gaza for just 6 USD
gazaesims.com is a website dedicated to helping people donate esims for people in gaza. there are multiple options for where to purchase an esim to donate, for the price i listed you want to use nomad esims. you can get a $3 discount by using someone's referral code from the notes of this post. it also will give the referrer credit to buy more esims! (you can only use a referral code on your first purchase) BACKPACKNOMAD is another code to get $3 off your first purchase, it's been working for some people but not others so try out a referral code instead if you can't get it to work. also it took over an hour for the email with my information to come through so don't panic if it doesn't show up right away. (logging back into your nomad account seems to have helped some people get their emails to send!) (nomad promo codes do not work on plans that are already on sale, unlimited plans, and plans under $5)
edit as of 1/1/24: they are running out of all esims types right now! please donate esims from any of the platforms: nomad, airalo, holafly, simly, and mogo. here is a purchase guide i made that covers all of them. the crew is asking for people to reply to emails they sent that contain esims that are still unactivated. you can see gothhabiba’s guide for how to tell if your esims have been activated.
If Shane actually went through with wearing the suit to their first hookup, you KNOW that every hookup afterwards Ilya is gonna walk through the door and look at Shane in his sweats and tees and go "What? You didn't dress up for me?" EVERYYYY SINGLE TIMEEEEE
as an american who just finished driving for a million hrs in canada the real reason shane thinks ilya drives like a maniac is bc the speed limit is SO LOW there & EVERYONE FOLLOWS IT TOO???
everytime i say im a fan of hudson williams ppl say "BUT you know, he has a girlfriend."
okay, he has someone in his corner who he loves, good for him! i'm going to continue to thirst over him. his relationship status is his business, me reblogging gifs of him looking delicious is my business.
(also, and not to get too parasocial about this, but i'm lowkey glad that he isn't the type of person who dumps their pre-fame partner and is proud to show them off)
i like to think theres a youtuber named shane hollander and hes american so he has no clue about hockey shane hollander. he's actually why shane's handle is shanehollanderhockeyplayer, because he took shanehollander on all sites.
Shane would be the first to admit that he had a habit of making bad decisions when it came to sex. Especially sex, when alcohol was involved. Something about the buzz in his veins made his dick point towards the moon and his inhibition incredibly lowered. He didn't drink often, but there was no excuse on planet earth that would excuse him from partying with his team after winning his first Stanley Cup.
And perhaps there was a universe where his sexual awakening at 17 never happened. Perhaps there was a universe where Ilya Rozanov never made him come so hard he saw stars, where he didn't reorient his hockey-focused world on its axis. In that world, Shane would have never noticed the way certain men's eyes lingered in the locker room.
This was not that universe.
In this universe, Shane was intimately familiar with the weight of a man's desire.
In this universe, after winning the Stanley Cup in June 2015, Shane let his best friend, Hayden, lean so heavily into his side at the after party it was like he was trying to become one with him. On Hayden's other side, Jackie pressed under the arm of her husband, sipped her cocktail, riding the waves of the music.
When Hayden let his arm trail across the back of Shane's bicep, he wondered. Is he…?
Jackie caught his eye and winked and Shane grabbed another shot off a passing server and as he threw it back, smacked his lips at the pickle juice. He wouldn't consider himself an expert, but Shane had no way of knowing what alcohol was hidden under the sour flavor.
And you know, he did deserve to celebrate, and he did love sucking cock. He just won the Stanley Cup. Shane Hollander was on top of the world, and Hayden eyed him up in the locker room more often than not. And Jackie was pretty too. Funny and clever and always accommodating his preferences when he had dinner with them
Shane had never had a threesome before.
It turned out to be a lot of fun.
Less fun was the sticky, sweaty mess he woke up in the next morning. Shane with the faint taste of another man's cum still clinging to the back of his mouth. They smelled like what he imagined a brothel might small like. As Shane picked up his clothes from the hotel room floor, Hayden cracked an eye open and grabbed his wrist. "We did it, buddy. We won."
Shane grinned. "We got the cup." He patted his best friend on the shoulder. "Go back to sleep."
"Come back to bed." Hayden pleaded. "Its too early."
Shane shook his head and by the time the hotel door closed behind him, Hayden was already back asleep.
When Ilya returned stateside, Shane let himself be talked into a pre-season meetup. There was a little town in Vermont with an airbnb tucked away in a forested plot of land halfway up one of the low Appalachian mountains. Rozanov had trouble crossing the US-Canadian border with his Russian passport and neither one of them wanted to be spotted with the other in the team's home towns. But tucked away in little Vermont during the last days of August?
Shane lost count of how many times he'd told himself this was the last time he was letting his rival fuck him. A promise so easy to keep with anyone else, no repeat performances no matter how often JJ or Hayden or Mittika made wide pleading eyes at him.But something about Ilya Rozanov kept Shane hooked like a fish, thin metal hook notched in the flesh of his cheeks, the Russian manipulating his head with his fingers hooked in Shane's mouth, moving him like a puppet for the other man's pleasure
Well…
A man had needs, didn't he? And secrets to keep?
Secrets like how much he loved the feel of calloused, thick fingers trailing down his chest, roughly grabbing him, turning him over and taking everything Shane had to give. Telling him exactly what to do and quieting the little demons in Shane's head. He didn't know if the desire came from the fact that he knew he could not have Ilya. The forbidden want and denial transforming his lust into obsession.
But what he did know is that he could make it to Vermont on one tank of gas.
The first game of the season was in Boston and Ilya rented a hotel room close to the arena but not in the Metro's hotel.
Shane had never been to Ilya's house but it didn't matter because Rozenov had never been to Shane's house, only his condo on the other side of the city bought for a very-specific hockey player shaped reason.
By the time regular season ended, they managed to meet up six more times, including a truly unforgettable weekend at All Stars.
They might meet in the second round of the playoffs if they both made it that far, but they would only see each other on the ice.
Shane would have him at the NHL awards in Las Vegas for the last time then it was the long summer drought again. Him at his cottage and Rozanov a world away in Moscow.
It was never enough.
And then there was Arthur.
And then they were back-to-back Stanley Cup champions.
And then Shane had an entire summer to learn how to be a father. Or rather, to come to terms with having a baby and not being his full-time, only father. To Ruby and Jade who weren't yet speaking in full sentences, he was some badly mangled version of 'Uncle Shane'. He picked them up from day care a few times in the past, but that summer, he picked them up every Friday and spent that night with the Pikes, learning how to be Arthur's Papa and how to be there for his son's sisters. Learning how to co-parent.
Jackie and Hayden often took advantage of his presence to go on a date night. Saturday mornings, they all had brunch and watched cartoons with the kids. The first week of July, Hayden and Jackie went on a week long trip with Jackie's sister and her husband, left the twins with their grandparents, and trusted Shane alone with baby Arthur for the full week.
Shane took him to the cottage.
At the end of August, Shane made the trip out to Vermont. He'd booked the Airbnb for three days. Optimistically and greedily. Rozanov was already there when he arrived.
In November, Ilya calls him Shane, and he runs on wobbly knees right into the arms of Rose Landry. And after the disaster that was their attempts at lovemaking, Shane decides that's it. He's done with women. No more threesomes. No more desperate attempts at being straight. If Rose sitting down and calling him gay to his face wasn't enough, then the way his heart ached at every glimpse of Ilya he caught on and off the ice was. There was no universe in which he could expect to be intimate with another person and not miss the warmth of Ilya's embrace.
Something had to change because this was not sustainable. Shane could not do it anymore. He could not pretend he did not like Ilya. He liked him too much. He liked him so much that sometimes his head could burst from it exploding out into shards of skull and brain matter, and his heart beating limply in his throat, crawling up until it too escaped out. Maybe then his brain and his heart could be in line, straight towards Ilya.
He wanted to see Arthur in Ilya's arms. He wanted to wake up next to him every day. He wanted so many impossible things that it felt like he would suffocate from the wanting.
He hoped it wasn't too late because God, if Shane could not fix things with Ilya then he didn't know what the point of it all would even be anymore.
What was hockey without Rozanov? What was life without Ilya?
Sitting alone in his empty sex condo without Ilya, but just there for the sake of memories and small glimpses of where he had been, Shane decided. In January, at the All Stars tournament, he was going to fix things, and he was going to tell Ilya about Arthur.
shane goes to the dermatologist for a mole checkup, casually mentions some acne, and is immediately prescribed a strong retinoid and exfoliating acid.
two months later, ilya notices that shane's freckles are fading and crashes out. he has no way of connecting this to shane's mysterious tubes of skincare ointment, and thinks that there's something physically wrong with him.
(i also love to imagine shane's freckles as much more prominent than it is in the show, so it's uber noticable when his freckles start disappearing)
ilya's able to figure out what's going on eventually and engages in a warfare wherein he keeps throwing away shane's skincare, and shane keeps replacing it
Oh. Ilya isn’t being nice to all the gay hockey players he meets by tripping them into the arms of their love interests because he wants them to be happy. He’s tripping them away from his love interest. He’s gonna make sure those hot rich men are otherwise occupied so they don’t go sniffing around Mr. Hockey himself, Shane Hollander, who they may or may not have heard a rumor about him being gay and probably available— Quick! Diversion attack! Go flirt with the cute social media guy! Look! Attractive bartender! Sexy musician, go go go!
logging onto tumblr like heyyy i'm thinking about the same character i've spent the past few weeks thinking about. no change here. just wanted to let yall know
don't think about the fact that while shane is based off of cr*sby, he doesn't have his own m*lkin (angry loyal lieutenant thats good at hockey, and who will fuck someone up if they start shit).
