elle

lover, writer, dreamer

[odeto-psyche]

elle, thirty+, ams. been writing since the early days, and wandering just as long.

Ao3: lavenderforluck | shoulder bone | +my heated rivalry bookmark collection: i read new yorker now

Rolodex: poetry | art | writing | ode edits +current mood board: solnyshko

[lucylehane]

I am convinced this is what was happening in this scene

[smokingrozanov]

Funny as fuck that Ilya yelled “TELL PEOPLE!!!!” At Connors & then it was just him, Marley, & Ilya at the club. The rest of the team said NOSE GOES!!!!!!! Please get Rozanov to stop playing White Ferrari in the locker room btw

[polkadotmotmot]

Faye Eleanor Woods - Sell Ur Soul/Oh No This Was Just Supposed To Be a Casual Night Out!, 2023

[tiktoks-i-enjoyed]

Clip of Lucy Dacus on the Las Culturistas podcast.

[shanesmouth]

ilya gesturing from inside his sweatpants

[themoonandmyman]

yeah that’s his pants puppet

[heaveninawildflower]

June calendar page for 1898 with a kneeling figure picking flowers surrounded by plants and butterflies by Theo Nieuwenhuis.

Rijksmuseum.

Wikimedia.

[heartcellar]

hollanov: i don't wanna talk about anything.

[flyingiseasy-landingnotsomuch]

Moody Vibes on the Oregon Coast.

[odeto-psyche]

my unsolicited headcanons for hollanov committed relationship era 

They bond by their shared social commentary/debrief pre, mid and post any event / social engagement of importance. They clock things about people immediately (and importantly, in different ways), they have OPINIONS, they often agree on their own assessments / feed into each other’s. Imagine Ilya and Shane at public events post the Irina Foundation announcement but pre videogate. They’d obviously indulge in being able to hang out, though they’d still play it safe and spend a lot of time mingling too. Every time they’d loop back or reconvene, Ilya would say something like “Was stuck in twenty tear long conversation with Vegas goalie and his new wife. She is one of those mormon, yes? ”

And Shane might have resisted rolling his eyes (barely) but he gives Ilya a look that implies he’d be swirling his wine glass the way Yuna does (if he drank.) A look that says, I know, don’t even start, we’re both already in agreement. And they both quietly bask in the pleasure of their complimentary bitchiness and he’d give some bland answer but Ilya would be able to hear the edge in Shane’s tone when suggests he has opinions and he will be categorically listing them with commentary in the car after.

They perform a different kind of theatre for each other in this way; both pratice restraint in public and then let loose, playing up their judgements and the drama in private, for each of their own enjoyment. Their commentary is an iron clad secret like everything else (and god imagine how in demand it would be if ppl knew) but in this form it actually feels better rather than worse than no one else is privy to their opinions. Benefit of being two of the best hockey players in a relationship. This is fully their own thing. They can be as bitchy or judgemental as they want when its just the two of them

[odeto-psyche]

I’m back with more re: hollanov gossip headcanon feat Yuna

once Ilya and Yuna become closer (which is a slow and steady crawl instead of instantaneous, because both are strong willed, and don’t back down, but in private both are impatient for it to hurry up and click the way they both feel like it’s going, even if actually neither are the one to take the leap and so it basically takes a year (and by that time Ilya’s been in Ottawa a few months) - once they start spending time without Shane, they’re matched for opinion / energy / scrutiny. Here Ilya’s emotional intelligence— one of the only things in Yuna’s mind that Shane lacks — really shines thru, and it delights her. And likewise, Ilya loves that Yuna says what she thinks and is not submissive in the slightest about how she navigates the [hockey] world.

Yuna’s network and unmissable eye for detail combined with Ilya’s skill at reading people/ having super sharp social instincts, are unstoppable gossip machines. Of course they preface a bit and they lay it on thick, direct and un-take-back-able. Their white wine fueled lunches - tucked in a private corner of someone white tablecloth business lunch restaurants (the kind that politicians in Canada go to) - would be the kind of state-secret level of information and derision that Shane must never know the extent of which they spend two hours getting tipsy and confessing what amounts of potential insider trading (for the hockey world) - not just because he’s Shane and he’d hate the idea of someone potentially overhearing, but also because he’d be a little jealous. Shane has gossip FOMO which I find so funny to imagine

[thisisnotenuff]

on shane

V. S. Naipaul // Haruki Murakami // Emily Henry // Yves Olade // Marie Howe // Akiko Busch // Jennifer S. Cheng // Ruth Madievsky //Frank Bidart // Franz Wright

[odeto-psyche]

my unsolicited headcanons for hollanov committed relationship era 

They bond by their shared social commentary/debrief pre, mid and post any event / social engagement of importance. They clock things about people immediately (and importantly, in different ways), they have OPINIONS, they often agree on their own assessments / feed into each other’s. Imagine Ilya and Shane at public events post the Irina Foundation announcement but pre videogate. They’d obviously indulge in being able to hang out, though they’d still play it safe and spend a lot of time mingling too. Every time they’d loop back or reconvene, Ilya would say something like “Was stuck in twenty tear long conversation with Vegas goalie and his new wife. She is one of those mormon, yes? ”

And Shane might have resisted rolling his eyes (barely) but he gives Ilya a look that implies he’d be swirling his wine glass the way Yuna does (if he drank.) A look that says, I know, don’t even start, we’re both already in agreement. And they both quietly bask in the pleasure of their complimentary bitchiness and he’d give some bland answer but Ilya would be able to hear the edge in Shane’s tone when suggests he has opinions and he will be categorically listing them with commentary in the car after.

They perform a different kind of theatre for each other in this way; both pratice restraint in public and then let loose, playing up their judgements and the drama in private, for each of their own enjoyment. Their commentary is an iron clad secret like everything else (and god imagine how in demand it would be if ppl knew) but in this form it actually feels better rather than worse than no one else is privy to their opinions. Benefit of being two of the best hockey players in a relationship. This is fully their own thing. They can be as bitchy or judgemental as they want when its just the two of them

[toneelspeelster]

shane felt dizzy with happiness. to be held like this and kissed like this by the man he loved - the man who loved him back - here at the place he loved more than anywhere else in the world.

[clytemnestraaa]

people don't take the boston of ilya seriously enough. ilya rookie year hungover as hell speaking 50 words of english getting dragged out to plymouth and having a terrible time stuck with women churning butter. hungover as hell again at the chipotle where thomas paine wrote common sense. navigating the city via his fallout 4 knowledge.

[gaynehollander]

One time when the Cens are on a string of away games Ilya looks out the plane window and, out of nowhere asks, “what do you think clouds taste like?” Shane had been deep in strategy mode so he hmms a little before answering, “I mean they’re just water, except it’s like condensed and they would be way too cold to consume.” Ilya nods sagely before saying, “so, like slushy.”

[gaynehollander]

One time, after that, they're at the cottage, sitting at the lake, watching the sunset paint the sky a brilliant crimson. Shane's head is resting on Ilya's shoulder and he's thinking of everything they've been through and how lucky he is that it all led them here. How grateful he is that he gets to share his life with Ilya. He looks up at his husband who looks similarly pensive and asks him what he's thinking, feeling tender and so deeply in love, and Ilya says "these clouds are cherry flavour."

[juliens-bakery]

ms angelou i will never get over this

[sheisraging]

you can't treat the staff like this