right on

George, 25, she/her

[madeline-kahn]

@pscentral event 39: pride

"When you’re in a fight as bitter and as important as this one, against an enemy, so much bigger, so much stronger than you - well. To find out that you have a friend you never knew existed - It’s the best thing in the world."

Pride (2014) dir. Matthew Warchus

[orpheuslament]

no one talks about how straight up painful it is to be the bigger person when deep in your soul you just want to be a huge bitch about it

[lotstradamus]

REC LIST IV PART I BEGINS. rec list I. rec list II. rec list III.

situationship era:

how magnetic it draws by Anonymous

Lay Long Bites upon the Tender Parts by chaentics

to live without lips by twnkwlf

liminal boyfriends:

future tense by radialarch

The Long Game and beyond:

three's a crowd by nettlepixie

Proper Among Saints by LavenderProse

the suicidal duckling by Anonymous

AUs (one or both not a hockey player):

i'm crawling on your shores by walkingthroughwindows

decadent stress chamber by garagepaperback

Quarter-End Close by jtimu

AUs (both still hockey players):

Dawn in the Altered World by idiopathicsmile

It's Kind of a Funny Story by flawlessassholes

your famous golden touch by Anonymous

omegaverse:

Pencil in the Rest by lynadyndyn

wildcards:

Star Pupil by chaentics

too little, too late by garagepaperback

lotophage by citrusses

toast your dilemma, baby by embodied

well into month 8 and I am still in awe at the quantity AND quality of the fic being created in this fandom........ there is something wrong with you that is also wrong with me etc.

[gotylocks]

Happy 10th birthday to the best tweet of all time.

[artbyblastweave]

Now obviously the hard part of launching a land invasion of Heaven will figuring out where they hid the hole. Finding the miniscule aperture, the hole in physical reality to which all souls are translocated at the moment of death, and then jamming something sturdy in there, getting it in reallll good and working it around until it's big enough to fit some guys with guns through. But the nice part is that the nature of Heaven means that, one, not many people get in in the first place, and two, none of them are good at fighting, because people who're good at fighting mostly don't go to heaven. Except us, when we find the hole. The point is that once we're in there's not much they're gonna be able to do. Pretty much we'll have free run of the place

[artbyblastweave]

Update! So we forgot about God

[mysterypuppys]

U literally cannot save your mother like it cant be done

[tedcruzisthezodiackiller]

please watch widows bay

[sandersstudies]

Every time you go in a public place and something ISN’T disgusting it’s because somebody cleaned it. Every time you feel comfortable using a public bathroom or sitting at a restaurant table or setting something on a gas station counter or playing on a playground it’s because somebody cleaned it.

Thank you to everyone who cleans the world, especially those who are underpaid and under appreciated.

[kingofthepitt]

widow's bay. s01e05.

[sivavakkiyar]

1 year ago today (July 19th)

[sivavakkiyar]

2 years ago today (July 19th)

[xiaq]

One of the best things about being a writer is thinking of something small you can add to your work that’s just. Devastating. Like you’re sitting there going. Oh. That would be diabolical. People would get really riled up about that. Exquisite. Let’s do it.

[themousefromfantasyland]

The Odyssey (2026): Movie Review

I posted this originally on Letterboxd, but I want to share with all my mutuals as well

Spoiler Alert!!!!!

I just went back from watching Nolan's Odyssey movie, and I have so many thoughts. Prepare yourselves, this will be a long review.

I will start by saying how I hate the culture war that this film caused. I think I hate both sides of the conversation. I hate the pathetic anti-SWJs and how they made a huge deal of Nolan casting a few non-white actors and a trans actor to play a cis role, as if POC and queer actors never had played roles in Greek mythology films before. But as a Greek mythology fan, I hate how my own camp reacted to this film, being rabid Homer purists and not even giving this film a chance.

It's Christopher Nolan's Odyssey. It's exactly what it says on the tin. He doesn't even try to be historically accurate. Who knew that brutalism would be an architecture style so popular in the Bronze Age Mediterranean? Odysseus travels in a viking ship for goodness sake. This is a guy who has no experience directing period fantasy pieces, so he designed ancient Greece as a generic "the past" with a few fancy costumes. I can't say I'm a fan of this aesthetic, but the film is so much more than that, and I feel like reducing the whole end product to a couple of weird directorial choices is shallow, intellectually dishonest and anti-art. 

I can say it right. @the-blue-fairie, @thealmightyemprex, I'm speaking specifically to you because I know you read my reviews and you don't like Nolan's style, this film isn't for you. Everything that you dislike about Nolan's directorial style is present in this film. This doesn't make the film bad, though. 

Everything is gray, dark, moody; the film takes itself as seriously as a shipwreck. It doesn't allow a single moment of levity. And it still embraces the fantasy elements.

Contrary to past adaptations, like the Hallmark miniseries or even the Tiktok concept album, it embraces the fantasy elements without embracing the wonder. The magic feels offputting, strange, like a disquieting apparition. 

Polyphemus doesn't speak properly, just proffering a few otherworldly and inhuman ramblings after Odysseus and his crew blind him, asking for Poseidon to curse them.

The Lastrygonians aren't rock-throwing giants , but an army of ruthless giants in full metal armor who don't rest until they kill as many of Odysseus' crew as they could find. 

Circe isn't a beautiful sorceress in a huge temple filled with nymphs, she's almost an old hag living in an old hut who has to manually twist the bodies of Odysseus' crew to turn them into pigs, in moments of visceral body horror. There's no Hermes here.

The ghosts of Odysseus' fallen men don't just haunt him, they try to physically attack him when they journey to Hades. 

There are no Lotus Eaters. Calypso is drugging Odysseus with lotus flowers herself, making him forget almost everything and making him live in a mist of confusion for years. All that to make him forget the horrors he saw.

Telemachus and Penelope share a very tempestuous relationship for a son and mother, with Penelope bitter about being powerless as a woman, constantly arguing with her son, belittling him, while Telemachus is constantly trying to prove he is fully capable of leading Ithaca.

And more, there are no gods here. Only Athena appears, in brief visions Odysseus has, before it's revealed in the end that she's wearing the face of the young priestess that the Greek army killed when they profaned Athena's temple in Troy. It's left ambiguous if she's Athena herself or only a manifestation of Odysseus' guilt for the horrors he took part in. She has tears in her eyes when Odysseus remembers the priestess being killed and Athena's statue beheaded.

Everything is meant to be unpleasant, not fully into horror territory, but extremely upsetting, strange. Maybe other directors could have made it more striking. Nolan has a too down-to-earth style. He films fantasy like he films sci-fi, but the guy is effective at what he wants to portray.

He makes you feel like you are right there inside this world. No matter how anachronistic this Greek world is, it feels like it exists. You won't see any bad CGI or bad special effects. The combination of score, camera angles, and editing choices immerse you completely in this story, as if the adventures and horrors are happening all around you. 

And all this lack of wonder has a point, because the film has a central theme: Hospitality and decay. 

Hospitality in this world is not just courtesy, it's a sacred law that guides this civilization. You should accept and treat well everyone that reaches your residence, be it a noble or a beggar, because they may be a god in disguise. Yet, people are constantly exploiting or breaking the laws of hospitality, the sacred laws of Zeus: From Antinous and the other suitors abusing Penelope's hospitality for years, from Polyphemus eating Odysseus’ crew, from Circe turning them into pigs when they were almost starving, and lastly, when the Greeks offered the Trojan Horse as a gift of peace to Athena before slaughtering the whole city.

This single act of breaking the laws of hospitality is what dooms this entire world. 

This film is set during the Collapse of the Age of Bronze, the period of dark ages between Mycenaean Greece and Classical Greece, a period in which the epic poems were meant as a reminder of all the glory lost in the process. 

This is a world in decay, where everything is dying and collapsing. 

At all times, there are constantly mentions of the Sea People and how they may attack and destroy their kingdoms at any time. The Sea People are an unknown people who are theorized by some historians to be one of the causes for the Bronze Age collapse. It’s one of the threats that makes the suitors’ situation even more urgent. Ithaca needs someone who can protect it from the Sea People. 

And then, almost by the end of the film, it’s revealed: The Sea People are the Greeks who sacked Troy. The memory of what they have done, of how they broke the laws of Zeus spread through the Mediterranean, and that has caused a cascade effect of every rule that governs civilization starting to collapse.

This is the main reason for why Odysseus can’t go back home, he can’t live with what he has done. The whole journey is him dealing with his constant guilt and trying to make things better, but only making them worse as a result. He knows what he has done has consequences, and he’s watching as it spreads to the whole world.

In the end, Odysseus and Penelope exile themselves to a journey into the west, while Telemachus rules Ithaca as king, but even though our main leads are happy, it’s evidently clear that as a whole, this world, all kingdoms visited are doomed. Everything will collapse and the songs about their feats and mistakes will be the only things remembered.

The Trojan War is depicted as both this world's Götterdämmerung, the Twilight of the Gods, and its Original Sin, the primordial crime from which every subsequent horror symbolically descends. 

This film has a happy ending, but it doesn’t end on a hopeful note. The final shot of the film is the Trojan Horse ablaze, symbolizing the violation of the laws of hospitality and how that symbolizes the decay that will destroy everything. 

We are living in times of economic recessions, environmental catastrophes, and liberal democracies in decay. Despite all the dubious choices Nolan made, the text is incredibly rich. Maybe this is the story for our times. 

@ariel-seagull-wings @mask131 @maimoncat @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @princesssarisa @tamisdava2

[radialarch]

may i inquire about your shane centric fic recs? 👁️

omg this is such a good request because every time i make a rec list i'm like, am i a hopeless ilya simp? why are all they about him??

not all of these are new but here is a quick & dirty rec list 💕 on shane 💕

time travel fixes all ills

synapse by floormusic (E | 5403 | Shane/Shane/Ilya)

“You didn’t even kiss me last night,” Shane can’t help himself from saying in this consequenceless place. “You fucking asshole.”

“So sorry,” Rozanov says against his mouth, taking the hand braced on the small of his back off to pull at older Shane, and now they’re both shoulder to shoulder on top of him. “Very sorry, Shane. Let me make it up to you now.”

//

Shane leaves Ilya's penthouse suite in Vegas, 2014 heavy hearted and unkissed.

He wakes up in 2022.

cut to the feeling by Charlotte_Stant (M | 12056 | Shane/Ilya)

It had been a very weird day, but Shane wasn’t going to jerk off about it a second time.

circle back season by anonymous (T | 9618 | Shane/Ilya)

“Oh my god,” the intruder says, voice coming faster and higher-pitched. “Shane, what the fuck? Oh my god.” “Eeleeyah, come to my cottage,” Ilya mocks, voice muffled by Shane’s skin. “Don’t go to Russia. Come to my house instead. Is so private. No one will know…we will be completely alone. Together.” “Oh my god, is that Ilya Rozanov?” the intruder yelps like he's about to start hyperventilating. “Why is Ilya Rozanov half-naked in our kitchen, Shane?” “Okay, I know how this looks,” Shane tells Ilya, “But I mean, technically, we are still alone. Together.” or, At the cottage, Shane and Ilya meet eighteen year old Shane Hollander. This is really only a surprise for one of them. Everyone handles it as well as can be expected.

on communication

how do you feel? by exogenesissymph (T | 10787 | Shane-centric)

No one is going to win a Pulitzer interviewing him, and Shane is okay with that. He spends most interviews rephrasing the same five sentiments--I’m happy we won or We need to work harder after that loss.

They are a good team; the win was hard fought or They are a good team; there is a lot for us to take away.

And finally: I love playing on this team, for our fans.

Then Ilya Rozanov bursts into his life, and answering questions becomes a little more complicated.

or: Shane Hollander, interviewee, throughout the years.

Il y a (There Is) by lark_ral (G | 3819 | Shane & the French language)

Then. After the face off, after he's hit from behind, sliding across the ice, an explosion of pain and confusion. Once everything goes dark and confused, he's there, too. Il y a Ilya, il y a aucunne secondes. Il n'y a pas jamais qu'Ilya. There's talking, and he's being moved, strapped down, lifted, jostled carefully, rolled. "He's gonna worry," dribbles out of his mouth. "Your coach called your dad," one of the medics says calmly. "Not him," Shane feels slide through his teeth. "Ilya."

// In which Shane Hollander is personally victimized by the French language.

leaving montreal

Heel Turn by DistantStorm (T | 5771 | Shane/Ilya)

“If we are burning jerseys,” Ilya begins, eyeing the massive blank space on Shane's side of the room where his Montreal sweaters used to live, “I would have gone to the store for marshmallows.” “Burning polyester smells like shit,” Shane replies, scrunching his nose. OR: The one where Ilya is attracted to Shane an absolutely normal amount, the Centaurs go 1-1 in their first two games against the Metros, and Shane reckons with Montreal as a concept.

Two Wrongs Don't Make A Right by errantgods (Not Rated | 10605 | Shane/Ilya, Scott/Kip)

At the penalty box, Shane grinds his jaw so hard his ear starts hurting. Then he remembers that ESPN caught one of his players using a homophobic slur in front of the most famous gay player in the league, flaunting Shane's authority as team captain in the process. His ears are ringing and he feels like a zoo animal, but he catches Scott Hunter’s eye for long enough to say, “I’m sorry,” then averts his eyes. When Hunter says nothing, Shane looks back up long enough to see the guy bracing himself to say something pitying, and Shane would rather die, so he cracks a joke first. “So what d’you think? Most dramatic way to come out in the NHL? Or do you still have me beat?” Hunter snorts so hard he almost overbalances, then looks at Shane like he’s lost his fucking mind. “I think we don’t need to talk.”

the sex is the character study

with equal and opposite force by anonymous (E | 5111 | Shane/Ilya)

Rozanov's physical presence was Shane's own personal aphrodisiac; if he could organise every waking minute of his day according to his preferences, half of it would on the ice and the other half in bed. They wouldn't even have to fuck. Well. They would a hundred percent fuck, some of that time. But the rest of it, Shane could just sit in Rozanov's lap, keeping his dick warm, just a nice soothing fullness while they napped and talked and answered emails or something. He'd even let Rozanov smoke, if he really had to.

"Aw, is this compromise?" Rozanov crooned when Shane was panting out this plan in little incoherent gasps, face down in the pillows. "So sweet. Did not know you could do that."

virtue theory by gone_girl (E | 11262 | Shane/Ilya)

When Shane thought back on his life, he could not identify a serious misstep. Nothing should be wrong with him. He'd done everything exactly how he was supposed to.

get good by whatimages (E | 4975 | Shane/Ilya)

Ankle sprain at fifteen, broken ribs and another lost tooth at sixteen. At seventeen, a hairline clavicle fracture that almost cost him his spot at Juniors. Shane's a good patient. Quiet, says please and thank you to the nurses, always does his physio. Never, ever complains. And then he gets his first concussion.

slow show by hockeyfinches (E | 8737 | Shane/Ilya)

“If you don’t come here, I will come to you.” “Rozanov.” “I will drive,” Ilya tells him without sympathy. “Park illegally in my big muscle car. Everyone will notice. Lots of photos, probably.” Shane rubs his forehead. He gets to his feet and glances at his bag, still packed, on the hotel dresser. “I hate your car,” he says, at last. “Yes, I know,” Ilya says. It sounds like he’s smiling.

hold a cut inside by dinosaur (E | 8.8k in 2/6 chs | Shane/Ilya)

It's the Metros' season; Shane knows it. And no matter how many hits he takes, Shane's always been good at getting back on the ice. Letting Ilya Rozanov touch his bruised body when he comes off the ice doesn't change anything. It can't; Shane knows that, too.

[radialarch]

no, i will not stop reccing you gay hockey fanfictions

object lessons by meriwethersays (E | 1956 | Shane/Ilya)

The other new guys laugh awkwardly when Levesque says, “On y va, fif! Go, get the funniest dildo you can find and get back here” outside Boutique Érotique. Shane is dizzy from all the wine they drank at dinner—he doesn’t drink, but this is his team now—and he stumbles in with the rest of them, trying to keep his eyes—well, anywhere, because everywhere he looks there are curves and bulges and he keeps thinking, absurdly, of Ilya Rozanov across from him in the hotel gym floor, of the curve of his lips as he said Sorry and the shape of his cock between his legs.

hate me there by martiansands (M | 4241 | Shane/Ilya)

Even before he played his first NHL game, Ilya expected his career would involve bearing the brunt of some dislike. Hockey was entertainment, a spectacle; somebody had to play the heel. He didn’t mind that. He didn’t expect people to dislike Hollander.

All Alone In Our Own Universe by songstress (E | 27456 | Shane/Ilya)

When Shane Hollander wakes up in a world that never invented hockey, the only other person who remembers is Ilya Rozanov. (Set in August 2012 – a year and a half after their last hookup, during the flirtatious-texts montage.)

always starving, never full by coffeeincallcaps (E | 4168 | Shane/Ilya)

The steady, persistent pressure of Rozanov’s thick cock sinking into him is unlike anything Shane has ever felt before. He feels impossibly full, impossibly exposed, but more than that, he feels good. Fuck, it’s good. It’s so good that he forgets to feel awkward as he begins to rock back into Rozanov’s thrusts. He forgets to feel ashamed as Rozanov draws sounds out of him he didn’t even know he was capable of making. As Rozanov drives him out of his mind and deep into his own body, holds him there, forces him to feel everything and think nothing at all— Shane forgets to feel anything but good. (In which Shane has a dirty fantasy, and Ilya runs with it.) // “Ah,” Ilya says softly, brushing a finger along the column of Shane’s throat. “Is that what you want, Hollander? To be humiliated?” “Yes,” Shane says, the word a guttural moan. “No? I don’t know. Maybe. Fuck.” “To be put to good use? To be told what to do?” “Yes,” Shane gasps, relieved to be asked a simpler question. “That’s what I want.”

meteorite by allapologies [E | 7613 | Cliff/Shane, Shane/Ilya(/Cliff)]

Hollander knew how to arch his back just so. He had dimples above his ass. Cliff began to wonder if Shane Hollander was a bit of a slut. Wasn’t that a fucking thought? // A clown car pileup of events leads Cliff Marlow to Shane Hollander's doorstep at 10pm on a Thursday in Montreal.

pull like a dog by segs (E | 6858 | Shane/Ilya)

Statement from Boston Raiders General Manager Rick Doughty: We are aware of a video circulating online from earlier this summer of the locker room celebration proceeding Game 6 of the Stanley Cup Final. This was a personal recording of an adrenaline-fueled moment inside our private facilities and was not intended to be seen by the public.

shorthanded by deadmemewalking (E | 4491 | Shane/Ilya)

Like two images superimposed, Ilya sees the Hollander from that public bathroom in Vegas: different suit, dorkier haircut, same glassy-eyed stare. He’s in both places at once, facing down the same beautiful wealth of opportunity. Ilya’s blood sings. It’s so clear, suddenly, how to get exactly what he wants. How to exorcize this horrible post-game worthlessness.

fix up, look sharp by distira (E | 4483 | Shane/Ilya)

In 2025, the NHL dropped the mandatory suit and tie on game day as a part of the league’s new collective bargaining agreement. Let’s imagine this happened in the MLH about ten years earlier, and that Shane Hollander fucking hated it.

Blood for the Blood God by agatestones (not rated | 4388 | Shane-centric)

[Clippings from the New Yorker] This seems a little unkind to you but maybe I mean a little unkind to hockey? Because it also makes you sound like a superhero. Love you -- Dad

when you leave here by Idday (M | 8094 | Shane/Ilya)

“It just feels like such a nothing story," Shane says. "But my mom’s so fucking... worked up about it.” Ilya watches him. “I think,” he says carefully, “that your mom is also the parent of a teenage boy who played on that hockey team. And not just the manager of a person who is being asked for comment on a bad story. Yes?” ... (Shane was fifteen years old when he moved to Sarnia.)

baby take me don't hesitate by leiascully (E | 4889 | Shane/Ilya)

Shane has a request.

Car Talk by tuesdaycoming (E | 8477 | Shane/Ilya)

"Eyes are on the road, Hollander. I am being good, yes?" Shane swallows. Without music, Ilya must be able to hear the spit gathered in his mouth. "Are you?" Shane is watching him so closely. He would know if Ilya glanced his way, even for a second, and it pulls low in his stomach to know for sure that he absolutely isn't being looked at. Shane is just that obvious. "Is that the game we're playing?" Ilya licks his lips, eyes flicking up to check the mirror, not Shane, but it's something. "That's always the game we're playing, Shane, but right now, you are losing." Yes. Probably. ------- During a stolen weekend in Boston, Ilya gets Shane to come with him on a drive outside the city. Shane learns to appreciate the Porsche.

[radialarch]

hello please read these fics

another first kiss by seventymilestobabylon (E | 5382 | Shane/Ilya)

"I wish you were my first time too," Ilya said. Shane swallowed. It sounded loud, mlep mlep, gross. The problem with Ilya was that he talked all the time and said all kinds of things, and most of it didn't mean anything. But knowing that it didn't mean anything didn't stop it from hooking straight under Shane's ribcage and pulling taut. He said, trying to make it not sound like a big deal, or like some stupid porn thing, "You want me to take your virginity?"

big things happen every time we meet by throughadoor (E | 14574 | Shane/Ilya)

John's #1 Parlay of the Day @johnchukbetzone I'll leave it to others to argue whether the relationship should even be permitted by the league. But vital information was concealed from bettors by failing to disclose when it started. Hollander & Rozanov may have allowed billions of dollars to be wagered under false pretenses. storrowed by ilya @storrowed_by_ilya I really should have known that the people with the absolute most deranged and late-stage capitalism reactions to the Rozanov/Hollander relationship would be online sports gamblers. You got me there. That one's on me. Halfway through Shane and Ilya’s first season playing together in Ottawa, an online sports betting company figures out how to make itself the main character when it comes to social media’s new favorite topic.

Star Pupil by chaentics (E | 9006 | Luca/Shane, Luca/Ilya, Shane/Ilya haunting the narrative)

Years ago, Luca watched Hollander take to the ice, helmet off, hair sweat-slick and pushed back, face brimming with exhaustion, as he hoisted the Cup over his head. Now his fingers are skirting the elastic waistband of Luca’s pants, two hooking in so that his nails press against the sensitive skin of Luca’s groin, right by his pubes. The tiny space between his ribs and stomach twists sickly and needy at once. He wants Hollander to touch him so bad at that moment he can’t think of anything else. He wants Hollander’s fingers curling around his hips, his cock, his shoulders, so that the next time Luca sees that gif of Hollander’s victory lap in 2016, he can compare how he holds the Cup to how he maneuvers Luca’s body.

they always placed you for the leaving type by epigraphs (M | 10257 | Shane/Ilya)

Ilya’s not stupid. Ilya is a fucking hockey prodigy who talked circles around everyone on his team in Russia — some coaches included — with his ideas for strategy and different plays. But all the words from back then are useless to him here, and the words he has at his disposal now don’t do justice to a single thing he wants to say.

//

Ilya and the English language, through the years.

I'm Hurt, but I'm Pretty, Baby by anonymous (M | 2670 | Shane/Ilya)

Shane did a double-take at his boyfriend’s gray face. “You look awful.” Ilya rolled his eyes. He leaned lightly against the newly closed door. He was moving more slowly than usual. “Wow, okay, romance is dead.”

fledgling by SNAKEHABITATTURNAROUND (E | 9279 | Shane/Ilya)

the cens win the cup. shane and ilya go to the cottage. red-tailed hawk juveniles are on the nest.

gulf winds by geniflux (M | 31888 | Shane/Ilya & Ilya's niece)

"I do not," Shane said, which was a lie. "And you should reflect on why you like to make your boyfriend upset so often." "My boyfriend likes to be upset," Ilya said. He was leaning fully over into Shane's space now, his elbow on the center console bearing so much of his weight as he swayed, almost accidentally closer. He was giddy, childish, how had he forgotten how good it felt to be with Shane, just to be next to him and talk – "Is there a rest stop coming up?" Natalya asked from the backseat, and Ilya didn't flinch, exactly, but it was a near thing. He'd almost forgotten she was there.

[eugeniedanglars]

i feel like it really encompasses a lot of my whole deal that one of my absolute favorite things is when fictional characters are famous in-universe so i can imagine their in-universe wikipedia pages. and really any number of other types of in-universe nonfiction media.

[eugeniedanglars]

"i like to imagine shane and ilya having kids" "well i like to imagine shane and ilya doing bloodplay" that's nice. i like to imagine a 600-page sports journalism book called the long game: inside the rebuild of the ottawa centaurs published a few years after shane and ilya retire that offers an in-depth look at the founding of the ottawa centaurs' hockey dynasty, weaving together the stories of the upstart young coach who shook up the team's dynamic, the underutilized goalie finally given his time in the sun after a transfer, the winger looking for a new start, and the most famous rivals the hockey world has ever seen. featuring 20 pages of photographs and shocking never-before-published transcripts from meetings with mlh upper management, including the REAL reason shane hollander left montreal!

[eugeniedanglars]

i don't have the creativity or the coding skills to make this legible as a fanfiction but i really do think about the editing history of the heated rivalry characters' wikipedia pages all the time. at one point ilya's personal life section says "in june 2021, rozanov stated in a tweet that he is bisexual" and then someone deletes it and gives the reason for editing, "he did NOT say he is bisexual. he said ‘it’s 2021 and you haven’t heard of bisexuals? you are fucking stupid’ ” so then ilya has to tweet the words "i am bisexual." this in turn leads to ilya becoming aware of wikipedia editing as a way to cause drama so he promptly starts editing scott hunter's page to replace all the text with the text for various dinosaurs until the page gets locked for vandalism. then he flags it as a candidate for deletion due to scott hunter not being a notable public figure.

[popli-teal]

[righthandarm-man]

can you remember the name of every person you’ve kissed?

yes, I remember all their names

I could name most of them but there are few I can’t remember

if you put all of them in a room I could put a name to at least half the faces

i’m not confident I could name a quarter of them, let alone half

I can’t remember more than one or two names

I’ve never kissed a soul and want to see the results

Voting ended onJul 23