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@hyvnknows
I'm a sucker for a good "you think you're in one horror subgenre but it's actually a different horror subgenre". character struggling to accept that maybe demons are tormenting them suddenly finds out it's actually aliens. trope of all time tbh
Every morning I wake up and go “computer!!! Show me Shane Hollander” and it does. Magical world
no genre will ever hit as hard for me as 'comedy that, in the end, looks you in the eye and tells you it's a tragedy'. joke joke goof chuckle and then the most emotionally gutwrenching moment you've ever read. no other genre will ever make me look at my hands and go 'oh my god'
Are you single?
do these look like the posting habits of someone experiencing romance
Are you single?
do these look like the posting habits of someone experiencing romance
rocky is both touched by the sentiment and disturbed by human medical practices
inspired by this grace quote:
Shane is never gonna see that flannel again btw. It’s going straight in Ilya’s suitcase and back to Boston with him. He wears it when he’s missing his man. Which is constantly. He wears it on flights sometimes. Maybe a lot of the time. Several years down the line the cuffs are frayed and several buttons are missing and Shane finds it in a drawer and barely remembers that it was once his. The only reason he remembers is because one of his most revisited memories of that first cottage summer is seeing Ilya wearing that shirt and the triumphant, roaring animal it awoke in his chest to see Ilya Rozanov wearing fucking plaid and knowing he was the reason.
thought about Shane Hollander saying “I know, baby” in any context & now I feel seasick
Shane whispering it to Ilya & petting his hair on a bad day. Shane moaning it while he rides Ilya. Shane shouting it to his teammates after they win the Cup. Shane cooing it to their newborn baby when they wake up sobbing at 3 am. Hey does anybody else smell paint thinner
What if human astronauts visit Erid one day and are doing diplomatic things and whatnot and they learn Ryland Grace is sstill alive and is in a terrarium. One of the astronauts jokingly says “you’re not experimenting on him are you” and the Eridians freeze cause yeah, they totally are. They experiment on him all the time. They’re experimenting on him right now in fact. They read about deep sea diving and are now testing the effects of replacing certain gases in Graces atmosphere. Right now they’re testing helium.
They send someone to stop the experiment but Grace refuses cause they’re so far in already and well that would just ruin the data.
The new humans think this is hilarious and insist on joining the experiment as Grace excitedly yaps about all the cool stuff he’s learned about aliens but he’s still got that high pitched helium voice.
It's like when you go to Antarctica and have to get your appendix removed
cliff marleau objecting at hollanov’s wedding on behalf of jane
Oh, no, Cliff's only loyalty is to Roz and that man is so blatantly in love with his husband to be.
I think Marley decides in his head that Jane must have broken it off with Roz after he moved to fucking Ottawa for her, because there's just no way he was the one to break it off, that man was besotted. I think Jane becomes public enemy number one in Marley's eyes due to an entirely made up scenario he concocted in his own little mind. Thank god he found Hollander and everything worked out, they probably never would have gotten together if Roz had still been on the Bears, despite the insane chemistry they had at that one All Stars game. Actually, Jane sort of brought them together, if you think about it.
I love Shane Hollander. I love how anything other than first place is repugnant to him, how a silver medal may as well be a dead rat for all he wants it. I love that any emotion that’s slightly too strong will bring him to tears and I love that he stubbornly refuses to let them fall. I love how snarky he is. I love that his vocabulary is 60% cursing and how his media persona would never betray that. I love his need to solidify himself as the unofficial face of the NHL. I love that he shoulders the responsibility of winning so entirely that every loss is a personal failure. I love that his true desires are buried so deep he barely ever even allows himself to recognise them. I love how much he loves being filled, how he craves having Ilya inside him, how he can’t let him leave without tasting him, even after he already fucked him. I love how the only time he can truly let go is when he trusts Ilya to bring him physical pleasure. I love his awkwardness and his pretty face and his freckles and his complete inability to communicate effectively. I just love Shane Hollander.
on the subject of heated rivalry being a period piece (aside from rose landry’s wide-leg jeans, come on), i imagine that hayden and jackie’s wedding was like peak 2011 and everything was coral and tiffany blue. mason jar centerpieces wrapped in burlap. peacock feathers, for some reason. somewhere in a wedding album there’s a picture of shane holding up a stick with a moustache on it in front of his face, deeply unamused and trying to hide it
Hollanov mutual competency kink but make it for literally anything other then hockey. Oh fuck, Hollander, you fixed leaky pipe? 🫦🫦 type shit.
Do you ever think about the comfort Shane and Ilya found within eachother during their hookup era? The peace they were only able to feel in eachother's arms? Do you ever think of how some days one of them would feel so low so unsettled so sad and would count the days til the next Boston x Montreal game because only then would he be able to breathe again? Does it ever occur to you how sometimes Ilya would walk in into Shane's apartment and immediately dive into Shane's arms desperately seeking the warmth only he could provide? What about Shane walking down the hallway to Ilya's hotel room sweating at the thought of Ilya's comforting weight on top of him? And what about both of them lying to themselves about how they were only feeling this way because the sex was good which it was but they refused to acknowledge the fact that no one else could ever compare? No one else could ever make Shane feel so safe that he'd happily give up control of himself to them. No one else could ever make Ilya feel so wanted and so loved that he'd just be. And they had eachother. For a few hours every few weeks, they had eachother. Through every win, every loss, every Cup, every award, every injury, every fight, every Lily, and every Jane, the only constant was eachother. Amidst all the lies, the one unwavering truth was silently told in those precious seconds while they were lying next to eachother both spent and so relaxed and so at peace in a happy bubble where they could just be. A promise that they would always find eachother.
Do you ever think about that?
#they never stood a chance
one day old babyboy ilya
