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alex || twenty three || she/her

[perishablealex]

alex || 23 || she/her

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[grabmyboner]

i do think when ilya introduces shane and svetlana he’s so excited because yay they’re gonna talk about me and how sexy I am and good at fucking i am the entire time but WRONG they just talk about hockey all night long and shane and svetlana both have a hand on ilya touching him while the other hand is waving around when they talk and completely ignore ilya otherwise and ilya is like omg this is so boring but he actually is having the best night ever because his entire world is sitting on this couch with him nerding out over hockey and playing with his hair and fingers while they do it and he is just sitting there like 🥰

[ihni]

[grabmyboner]

OH MY GOD

[fractally]

So when I say Shane isn't a good person really I don't mean that he's like. Bad. Or malicious or evil. I just see so many fics that write him as this weird paragon of perpetual virtue, almost saintlike, where he's impossibly kind and an activist and sweet to Ilya like a little kitten and caring of his friends and I'm just sitting here thining....no??

Shane's canonically kind of a selfish guy! Not in a terrible way, he just doesn't really care about stuff outside of his direct sphere. He only gets into philanthropy when there's a direct benefit to him (laundering his relationship). He loves his friends but he's not super caring of them or all that invested in their lives (forgetting Hayden's baby's name is peak). Some of that is he's too wrapped up in his own shit and his secrets but I think a lot of it is just his personality. Shane's not selfish to the degree of it being a personality flaw (see: Shane giving up a day with Ilya to babysit Hayden's kids. I wouldn't have) but he's more selfish than selfless.

We don't hear about him sending signed pucks to sick kids or doing charity with the Voyageurs or that sort of thing. Maybe he's doing it in the background idk. Most likely he's got some assistant in charge of it. But that's not something he spends a lot of mental energy on.

He's not rude or cruel to people, but internally he's a bit judgemental. He sells himself pretty ruthlessly. He’s wealthier than anyone on this website can even comprehend. He’s a landlord.

To get to three cups in a decade Shane’s also got to be very locked in as captain. Like Theriault is this fandom villain (fair) but it just doesn’t make sense to have Shane constantly clashing with him and the Voyageurs and still winning over and over. We see Shane let homophobic comments slide in the locker room and I have to assume that’s his general approach to dealing with things in Montreal. Winning comes first.

I’ve said a million times I love Shane. I’m obviously obsessed with him, look at my many posts. But I just think he’s a grittier and more interesting than the fandom gives him credit for, they just turn him into like the anxious nagging wife who tells Ilya to pick up his socks and is Team Mom.

[ebulliscent]

This!!

Hudson imbued Shane with a lot of gentleness, and the series centring the romance means we see a lot less of Shane when he isn't Ilyamaxxing but book!Shane is incredibly cutthroat. He's impatient, he might not ~showboat~ as much as Ilya does (and he judges him for it constantly) but he's just as much of an attention whore. He isn't just admired because he's Shane Motherfucking Hollander; he's genuinely a bro, he's inaccessible because of his routine and his diet (which gives him major 'you can't sit with us' vibes that he does precious little to counteract, both because he's too wrapped up in his Everything to notice, and he wouldn't care enough if he did).

He's the ice queen, not Ilya. As far as the league, and even his team, is concerned, all routes to Shane Hollander are through excellence, proximity, or work. Ilya and Scott Hunter get the time of day because they're good. Hayden is his friend and Assistant Captain. JJ is a teammate and is sort of the glue of the Voyagers. Rookies get Captain Hollander because he's responsible for them. That's all.

There is no 'Holzy'. His team feels a proximity to him because he's an indelible part of their careers. They're barely a footnote in his, and they know it. Shane does too; he does try to make their success about the team but even when he's thinking of his dynasty and the camaraderie of the locker room in TLG he's thinking of it as a transaction, as loyalty that is owed to him rather than relationships he can trust. Things imploding the way they do in TLG is predicated upon this power imbalance, and that's why the Centaurs are such a good foil.

[fractally]

Yes!! Yes you get it.

I really like you pointing out how distant and inaccessible Shane is. He lives alone immediately, which is very unusual in hockey, being housed by older players during your rookie contract is almost seen as a guardianship or part of your training. The older players teach the younger guys how to sleep properly and cook good meals and such. Shane doesn't need any of that, he's already locked in. And he's very aware of the distance his talent and routines and diets creates between him and his teammates:

"all routes to Shane Hollander are through excellence, proximity, or work"

Yeah, exactly. Shane is so transactional---he thinks about his diet and routines as input / output. He doesn't eat red meat so that he skates better. He doesn't drink so that his muscle control is tighter. He's obviously an endorsement whore---and in the book it's HIM doing this, not his mom. He wants to be THE Shane Hollander, hockey phenom, and he sees this as a thing he can buy with his effort, his restriction, his repression, and his body. He didn't trip his way into being the greatest of all time, he planned it, piece by piece, and worked his ass off:

And yeah as to the friendships with Hayden and JJ, man. I don't know. I really feel like Ilya is the only person on the planet who gets Shane's platonic intimacy until very late into TLG, when Shane has a sweet moment with JJ. But like even his TLG convos with Hayden are very stilted. Shane makes a super rare vulnerability bid by admitting how he's thought about how tough it would be for him and Ilya to have kids and it flies right over Hayden's head.

These guys are friends because Hayden's his winger and because Hayden doesn't have much of a hockey ego and doesn't get insecure around Shane. That's what's happening there.

People adding in nicknames for Hollander is always funny to me because it feels very deliberate that they don't exist in the book. I think the fans call him all sorts of things, but I don't think a single person in that locker room is calling Shane Hollander by a nickname.

Honestly I think this is a hard thing for people to think about with a character which is why depictions of Shane file it away. Most of us have never had the experience of being the most important person in the room, the once without whom the room would not even exist. But that's Shane's day to day. Ilya (and Hunter, on the outside) are pretty much the only equals he ever interacts with. Everyone else is buying his time in various ways.

[femamerica13]

This reminds me of an AU idea I had for Role Model: Adrian's "parting gift" wasn't the cheating reveal, but outing Troy. Scott would be, in my opinion, to Ilya don't make it worse, even though Ilya would be teasing as a friendly gesture to get Troy to trust him. Shane would be on the sidelines, saying at least that's not me, but not giving words of encouragement to Troy. The needle will be hard to thread, and take time.

[bisexualrozanov]

Heated Rivalry week day 3: favourite kiss/hug ♡ ↳ # something about this show and kissing on the stairs

[catpop12343]

Every now and then I add a new guy to my collection of fucked up little men

[lavenderprose]

So Ilya is helping Shane pack up his house in Montreal that summer, that fucking whirlwind summer after they are outed and after their lives end and restart like a fucking heart attack victim being resuscitated and after Ilya finds himself standing in his own backyard and realizing he has a family again, has a husband and parents and brothers. A fucking embarrassment of riches, actually, when the worse parts of his brain can be convinced to look at it straight on.

He's helping Shane, right, because Shane is engaging in the herculean task of cleaning the last decade out of his Montreal condo. So that he can put it on the market, yes, but also so that he can move every single crumb of his life, the one he lived separate from Ilya, into Ilya's house because they are married now--they are a family now--they are starting their lives together in the place where Shane came into the world and it's--

It's been a hard day. Ilya has been doing a lot of lifting and moving, a lot of going up and down stairs. Also a lot of remembering. Here is the couch, which is coming with them to Ottawa but won't ever again be in this exact position where the sun hits it in just this way at three o'clock in the afternoon, and Ilya knows that because he's seen the angle of it on Shane's forehead a million times. Here are the stairs to the lofted second floor, the glass divider against which a younger Ilya Rozanov pressed a younger Shane Hollander and pretended that the words I Love You weren't trying to burst out of his mouth with every feverish kiss. They slid against the divider as they'd clumsily stumbled up the stairs and Shane's bare skin had squeaked against the glass and they'd laughed.

And here is the kitchen, first place aside from the cottage where they'd cooked together. And here is the front closet, where Shane had hidden Ilya's birthday present three years ago only to have it fall on Ilya's head some time in April. And here is the bedroom, where on a night many Octobers ago Shane had looked at Ilya from across the room with a smirk and said No you come here and then he'd let Ilya--

It's been an emotional day.

"Okay," Shane said, standing in the middle of the bedroom with his arms akimbo and his eyes wet. They've been wet off and on for hours now. Ilya has been carting a box of tissues around for the last little while, mostly for himself as he keeps looking up and realizing that his cheeks are wet. His eyelids feel like sandpaper. Shane, as usual, doesn't have wet cheeks--but his voice is soft and nasally, shuddery at times, words slurring very gently on certain syllables. He's saying a lot of okays and yeses in Ilya's accent, which Ilya doesn't even know if Shane realizes he does when words are hard for him to produce and he needs to reach for the comfort of some familiar, easy verbal stim. Ilya has never pointed it out for fear he'll stop.

"Okay," Shane says again, in his fake Russian accent. "Um. Last room tonight, I guess. I'll do the closet. Will you--baby?"

"Huh?" Ilya realizes a moment too late that he's just staring at the empty, made bed. Tonight will be the last night they sleep in it together. There are already enough beds in Ilya's house. Their house. "What?"

Shane pokes his own cheek. "You're...crying again."

Ilya points to the bed. "I fucked you there, Shane Hollander."

"Yeah, you did." Shane looks at the bed, grins, and then wobbles.

"The first time."

"Fuck," Shane sighs. "Jesus Christ. Okay." He closes his eyes and breaths and waves his hands in front of himself and for a minute, he is utterly possessed by Yuna Hollander. "Okay, enough."

Ilya flaps his arms once, briefly, hard at his sides. Shane echoes the movement.

"We're good," Shane says firmly. "Can you go through the nightstands? Just throw it all into a box, we'll look through it in Ottawa. At this point I just want everything empty for the movers in the morning."

Ilya goes into the hall, where a stack of folded boxes and a roll of tape are ready for the last push of the day. He puts one together, which is something he'll probably dream about tonight with how many times he's done it today, and then he puts together a few more before carting them all back into the bedroom. He stacks them against the wall outside the closet, where Shane is rummaging, and takes one to the bedside.

The nightstands have two drawers each, and a compartment directly below the table top that is intended to house books or remotes, things that a person might want easy access to but might not want to leave on the table top if they are, for instance, a Shane Hollander type who doesn't like to let people know he does human things like watch television in bed or read the occasional true crime book.

Shane's nightstand is full of little insights into his life. His spare phone charger, a copy of the key to the safe in the closet, his glasses case, a foil blister pack containing a pair of his single-use contacts, a half-empty bottle of ibuprofen. Odd little knick knacks like a slide puzzle that Ilya knows he used to take on flights just to fidget the tiles back and forth (when complete, it's a picture of the Montreal skyline) and a stress ball with the Metros logo on it. There are condoms here--an almost full box that, if Ilya had to guess, is probably reaching its expiration date soon. Two different kinds of lube, one of which was bought because it does, in fact, taste significantly better than their preferred brand. A bottle of linen spray that Shane uses if he's worried the bed smells like sex even after it's been remade.

Ilya sits on the bed with the box between his feet and systematically loads everything from the drawer into it, resisting the urge to pause and reminisce about every single item. When the drawer is empty--and there go the tears again, a pair of them racing down Ilya's face; this drawer probably hasn't been empty since Shane was nineteen--he hunches down and opens the second drawer.

This is a more eclectic collection of things. It doesn't get opened nearly as much and Ilya thinks it's possible that most of these things got put here on accident. A pair of tiny stud earrings that Ilya wore one singular time and then never saw again--when he finds them, he has the weirdest sense of deja vu and a very very vague memory of tipsily removing them and putting them in Shane's outstretched palm. They are atop the manual for the PlayStation. Here is the remote that Ilya thinks belonged to the television that used to be in the living room back in 2014ish. Here is the dimmer for the overhead light in the kitchen, which every single person in the world is forbidden from even thinking about turning on because even at its lowest setting it makes Shane feel like he's being interrogated. Here is a very small plush bear filled with tiny beads that, for reasons only Ilya and Shane know, has the words I Love Vermont embroidered onto its belly.

Here, in the very back, is a little notebook closed with a piece of elastic.

Ilya has seen these notebooks before. Yuna buys them a half dozen at a time from some Japanese stationary company and divides them between herself and Shane, sliding the stack of them across the kitchen island at the cottage or the house in Ottawa. Yuna and Shane are both prolific note-takers and habitually maintain a collection of these little notebooks to track various aspects of life. Shane has one that serves as a journal of sorts, which Ilya has seen and will sometimes watch Shane write in but doesn't go out of his way to read, because Shane is allowed his private thoughts. There is another where he tracks his workouts and diet (and part of the negotiations with Shane's new therapist is that Ilya is allowed to ask to see that one, but Shane gets to explain) and still another where he keeps track of his own game stats. When he fills one of these notebooks, he always replaces it with the same color.

This one is a different color, looks older. Ilya imagines that it's some version of the workout notebook that has been laying forgotten in this drawer for several years. He doesn't think much of flipping it open, because whatever is in there is several years old at least and it's unlikely that Shane will care about Ilya seeing the record of a workout Shane did on October sixteenth of 2013--

But that is not a workout. It quickly becomes clear that it's not a workout when Ilya sees the word 'anal' and then double-triple takes at the top of the page.

October 16th 2013 Montreal Post-game 2-3 Metros Hollander one goal, one assist Rozanov one assist Sex: Mouth stuff (Look up: ass job? Is that a thing? Google this?) 8/10 Anal 10/10 (Wow.) - On my back 8/10 (Liked seeing his face. Liked kissing.) - On my knees 10/10 (More comfortable. Wow.) Orgasms - Hollander 1 Rozanov 1 Things to remember: Doggy style goes deeper than missionary (Still called missionary if anal? Missionaries don't have anal sex. Google this?) Came untouched. Neck kisses, shoulder kisses 10/10 He stayed inside me after 10/10 (Is this normal? Google?) Feels important to note that Ilya Rozanov took my virginity. Mixed feelings. Mostly good. "Are you okay" so many times. Liked this but also why?

Ilya snaps the notebook reflexively closed, glances into the closet where Shane is loading pre-folded armfuls of clothes into boxes, and then looks back down at the notebook. He opens it, reads the first page again, breathes through his mouth for a second like an asthmatic dog and flips, randomly, to another page.

April 24th 2015 Boston (Rozanov penthouse) Post-game 1-0 Boston Rozanov one goal Bad game Sex: Round 1: Mutual blowjobs Round 2: Anal sex Round 3?: Rozanov fingered me in the shower - Didn't cum but it felt really good Orgasms - Hollander 2 Rozanov 1 Things to remember: Rozanov doesn't like to cum before fucking but he likes it when I do. Asked about equity/fairness regarding number of orgasms. He laughed? He's fucking rude. Why is this hot? Google? Rozanov stood at the end of the bed with one foot up like Captain Morgan. Very hot. Called me his slut. Came right after. How to make him do this again? Fingering in the shower worth mentioning again. Intimate. Russian words (Known): Slut, pretty, bunny (Worth mentioning I know this one? Maybe he'll stop? Do I want him to stop?) Russian words (Unkown): Idiallen (If this means idiot I will end him), youbimy, tibia (Need to figure out how these are spelled. Typing tibia into Google is useless.) "Oh, you found that."

Ilya reflexively drops the notebook into the box at his feet. Shane is standing in the closet doorway, looking flushed but not in any way that couldn't be caused by bending over several dozen times over the course of the last twenty minutes. His hair is a lost cause, sweeping down around his ears and cheeks and completely free of the product he put in it this morning.

"Sorry," Ilya says. "Didn't know what it was. I was just--"

"It's fine," Shane says. He leans against the doorway and Ilya wants him to come over here, wants him to bring himself closer so that he can touch him a little, wants him--wants him. "I knew that it was somewhere around here, I figured it would turn up."

Ilya looks back down at it, innocuously sitting on top of Vermont Beany-Baby. "How long were you...?"

"Writing it all down?" Shane chuckles. "Um, I mean, I sort of never stopped? But it goes in the calendar now, the--"

"Yes, yes." Ilya waves a hand. "I know." The calendar is a synced app in both of their phones. It keeps track of appointments and, until recently, meet-ups. Mutual days off. The stolen moments of time they carved out and into which they attempted to shove entire weeks' worth of kisses, touches, rough sex and lounging together naked and lovemaking and sleeping together and counting freckles and laughter and Shane's sweet begging and say it say it and I love you ya tebya lyublyu je t'aime.

Never enough time. Never again.

Ilya gestures to the notebook. "Most of this doesn't go in the calendar. Those notes are, um. When you write everything...?"

"Thorough?"

"No, I know thorough. It is that, but it's also, eh, dotoshnyy."

Shane pulls out his phone, types, smirks. "Meticulous, pedantic, fussy."

"Meticulous, yes. You wrote down--everything." He laughs. "You wrote down the game scores."

Ilya enjoys one of his favorite sights--Shane's pink blush creeping across his freckles--as Shane says, "I think at some point I was trying to figure out if sex felt better after winning, but then I realized that it wasn't about whether it felt better."

"Oh?" Ilya mumbles, feeling like he's staring over the edge of a cliff and the only thing keeping him there is Shane Hollander's hand. Which is big and strong and iron-like in its grasp and Ilya feels safe. He knows, now, that Shane won't let him fall.

"No, it was..." Shane sighs, choosing his words as he finally comes close. He sits beside Ilya on the bed and butts their feet together. "I was trying to wrap my mind around why I felt what I did when I was with you. And I thought it was sex because--I mean, we were always having sex when we were together back then. So I was writing it all down because I couldn't let myself think that I loved you, so I was just...circling. Like, oh, maybe I feel this way because...I don't know, this position was really hot. Or because you slammed me into the boards that night. Or because--"

"Because I put my fingers in your open hole after I fucked you." Ilya raises an eyebrow. "You really liked that. Maybe I do this tonight."

Shane tilts his head. "Yeah, that'd be nice."

Ilya kisses his neck.

"I used to like things like that because it was the only time--" Shane sighs, and mutters fuck under his breath (because fuck will always, always be his favorite vocal stim) and says, "The only time it felt like i wasn't crazy. Like you were going through it too."

Ilya picks up the notebook, finds the page from April 2015 again and pokes a particular word in Shane's chicken-scratch fucking penmanship. Idiallen, Shane had written, because he'd been leading himself blindly through a language he'd only heard gasped into the side of his own neck. Youbimy. Tibia.

"Lyubimyy," he says. "Tebya. Ideal'nyy. Beloved. You are perfect."

"Oh," Shane whispers. He puts his forehead against Ilya's shoulder, puts his mouth against his bicep, says, "Even then?"

"Even then."

[chubby-cry-baby]

as we know shane rarely cries but they watch Past Lives and shane genuinely is inconsolable at “you dream in a language i can’t understand” like ilya has to turn off the movie and get shane water and hold him and shane is trying to explain how he’s trying to learn faster and he wishes he understood russian and he wishes he knew what ilya was dreaming but he’s cry hiccuping and can’t get the words out and he’s saying he wishes he could help ilya more with the depression and that svetlana lived closer and that he wishes he knew that his mom called him ilyusha but none of the words are coming out coherently.

[iruutciv]

This photoshoot.. this pose was so shane and ilya coded

[thisisnotenuff]

mama's boy (and his mama)

chen chen // sue zhao // bethany webster // heather havrilesky // lady bird (2017) // margarita karapanou // franz kafka // franz kafka AGAIN // haruki murakami // supernatural (2005) // nora lange // anis mojgani // ernest hemingway // natalie wee

[notahungrywish]

I don’t want this to come out wrong because I am in no way trying to imply that the men of HR aren’t absolutely ripped to hell and back and objectively, stereotypically, conventionally attractive.

THAT SAID. I love that the show doesn’t insist on making them look like inhuman action figures. I love love love that we get them in poses and positions and actions and angles that yes, 100% to be clear are very hot, but also are more real and relaxed than most mainstream media will show.

We get body hair, we get stretch marks, we get not flexed to within an inch of their life relaxed, less than conventionally flattering positions (slouched, leaning over, etc).

Also, and I’m even more hesitant to say this because again these men are absolutely shredded and stunning. But they also aren’t usually giving about to die of dehydration, roided up, uncanny valley built. They look like (very conventionally attractive) actually human men. I think that’s half of why they’re so sexy to watch and also kind of healing after so many years of marvel style men on screen.

Idk I want to praise their actual human looking bodies without implying they aren’t obviously insanely and unholy shredded. Like it’s crazy that men that perfect can be considered refreshingly real looking but compared to what we’ve been getting from Hollywood the past decade or two, I mean, yeah.

It reminds me of action heroes and heartthrobs from like the 80s and 90s where they look like hottest guy you’ve ever met, but not a lab-made creature that’s kind of uncannily perfect.

Edit: Just to be very super clear. Connor and Hudson do not have realistic portrayals of male bodies. In the sense that like, they are models who famously were working out an absurd amount of the time and sticking to crazy diets and stuff. Ilya and Shane are portrayed in a refreshingly realistic way in comparison to the current Hollywood norm but I think it’s super critical to point out that they are insane levels of ripped. I’m just saying this because I’m scared it will turn into Jason Mamoa dad bod thing where everyone was praising his body positivity and he had a visible 8 pack. Okay sorry not to be preachy. Just…realistic portrays of the hottest dudes ever that still look like human beings.

[easilycherished]

decimated by the retrospective weight yuna’s “enough” gives to the way that every time ilya cries shane just holds him and holds him and holds him

[notahungrywish]

Do we have a Shane goes to Ottawa first fic yet?

I think the dynamic change would be interesting. Shane could get outed, mtl turns on him, he ends up getting traded to Ottawa and is really broken up that his team of so many years hates him and apparently the only team in the league who wants him now is fucking Ottawa.

He’s scared of being brought in as a captain to a brand new team when his last team that he proved himself to and supposedly loved him wouldn’t even respect him as a player anymore. He comes in ready to have a nightmare time trying to lead them, starts off with some speech making it clear that he knows they aren’t happy about this and if they could just overlook him as a person he really thinks they could be a great team together.

Obviously Ottawa is Ottawa about it and Shane gets to be pleasantly shocked that he has their respect right away. He gets to experience a team that fully has his back and gets him and lets him be himself in a way MTL never did. Plus he knows that they respect and appreciate him for him and not as Ilya’s husband which is the vibe I got from the books a little.

Since he’s coming in from a very different place emotionally that Ilya did in the books and because his team is so galvanized by wanting to help prove their gay captain is incredible actually, they all lock in a season earlier and Shane gets to kind of whip them into shape and has more success his first year.

Ottawa knows their genius beloved soft-spoken gay hero captain has a boyfriend because a. he’s not slick and b. they try to be inclusive by setting him up with people or taking him to gay clubs and he has a look of abject horror on his face. So they get very occasional lore drops that make them super curious. They eventually come out as a couple in some dramatic ass way after a championship game against each other by sucking face at center ice at least partially to upstage Scott Hunter. Learning Ilya Rozanov of all people turned out to be the secret boyfriend makes them lose their minds (in a fun way not in a “I think you’re throwing games” way).

Anyway I think it would be healing for Shane to go to Ottawa in this context instead of having it be Ilya’s depression and isolation torment nexus.

[creamsiclemelt]

thoughts on heated rivalry not really showing why the mtl vs bos of it all matters so much

i fear something that i am disappointed by with season one is that i think jacob tierney and co have not necessarily done a great job with is putting how much worse things are for them vs even other two hockey players who are fucking into context.

it's hard, i know, because this is a romance show before it is a hockey show but i think especially for american audiences, it would have been useful to show the depth of the habs vs bruins metros vs raiders of it all.

ilya and shane aren't two hockey players fucking who would cause a scandal because they're two hockey players fucking. they would cause a scandal because they're two hockey players, one from montreal and the other from boston who are fucking.

the rivalry is fucking insane. now i'm a montreal fan (the montreal canadiens aka the habs irl) so i've obviously got a mtl leaning approach on it, but even i can admit its been nasty going both ways. and it's been nasty since the actual literal inception of the league. montreal is the oldest team in the league and boston isn't far behind. they're the team who's played each other the most times in the history of the entire league.

every single fucking game they play is electric if not absolutely insanely chaotic. i gaurentee you that every time ilya and shane play each other there is at least 1 (one) fight and/or borderline problematic hit that will cause fans to debate if the player should be fined or suspended.

it is fucking nasty.

yes shane and ilya were made rivals because they are the top 2 players in the league and were drafted at the same time etc. etc. but the reason it remained so fucking big, so fucking vicious through everything, even more than a decade after they both came into the league is because the rivalry between montreal/boston will never die, therefore the rivalry between their best players never will.

that's why its so fucking insane and scary for shane that they'd be seen in public together. that's why despite ottawa being the same division as montreal, it was a safer bet for ilya to play there rather than montreal as they publicly tried to get friendlier

[intercrusher]

at the cottage picking up rocks

[notahungrywish]

I think there’s a real chance Ilya tried to convince himself he was actually just developing a very very specific fetish instead of catching feelings and that’s why he was acting Like That.

He’s searching:

“asian bottom hockey player gets railed”

“asian twunk locker room”

“very pretty bottom crying”

“very pretty bottom crying freckles”

“polite canadian asian hockey player deepthroat”

at four am with increasing desperation before giving up and turning on the Shane yoga video again.

[maelancoli]

trinity santos is a study in fandom misogyny because they gave her all the characteristics fandoms usually salivate for in men, being gruff, quippy and misunderstood with a tragic backstory but a heart of gold beneath it all. they put all this into her AND let her be a lesbian. she's everything you could ever want in a character but she's not a man so half the fandom either hates her or constantly mischaracterizes her as petty, callous and aggressive while doing mental gymnastics to baby the male characters around her

[hudsonswilliams]

Hudson Williams arriving and exiting Saturday Night Live after party.

xx