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Do you recognize this TV theme song? #652
I know this and can name the series
I know this but can't name the series
I might know this
I've never heard this
Series: I Love Lucy (1951-1957)
Composer: Eliot Daniel
Out of curiosity:
Which was best?
Chocolate Factory
Grape Stomping
Vitameatavegemin
Harpo Marx
"How did you forget (Other)?!"
"...WHAT are you talking about?!"/Show results
my controversial hollanov take is that the two of them retire at exactly the same time. none of that ilya retires first to take care of the kids bs no sir. they retire at the same time. because both of them are just not interested in playing without the other to push them and the thought of doing long distance for even a week makes them start shaking crying screaming staring into the distance.
the thing about het romances is most of them are sexist so even tho i’m meant to root for them ill spend half of it thinking he shouldn’t talk to her like that
Ilya Rozanov found his mother's body at 12 years old.
He canonically has mental health issues including depression, and goes to therapy.
So why do so many of you think he'd make jokes about ending his own life or allow anyone to make those jokes?
Stop putting them in your fucking fics
I have no skin in the game as I’m not currently writing but I am a person with severe trauma and suicidal ideation who constantly makes those jokes.
Just because it’s your experience and makes you uncomfortable doesn’t mean that applies to everyone who’s had that same experience. It’s also fiction and there’s a lot of room to play around with concepts.
Sometimes humour during dark moments is the only way for a human being to make sense of suffering, and given Ilya’s sardonic nature, it’s not that much of a stretch to imagine.
It’s also just good practice to assume that anyone who writes like that or makes those jokes are doing so from a place of experience and good faith rather than malice.
ladies… has anyone ever told you it’s okay to be feminine 🩷 i’m sure no one has ever ever ever reinforced this deeply held secret, that’s it’s okay for you to be feminine. 🩷 i know the world totally tries to tell you that you have to be manly and masculine and grow your body hair and eat as much as you want and get strong and stand up for yourself and make waves and take up space and show your bare face and show your anger. but it’s okay to do the exact opposite actually. 🩷 it’s okay to shrink yourself down to the exact same mold every other woman is expected to conform to. 🩷 did you know that it’s okay to be feminine. 🩷 did you know it’s okay to be feminine. 🩷 did you know it’s okay to be feminine. 🩷 has anyone ever told you it’s okay to be feminine. 🩷 will you be feminine. 🩷 will you be feminine. 🩷 will you be feminine. 🩷 will you just be feminine already. 🩷🩷🩷
HUDSON reacting to Connor speaking languages 😍😍😍
What if Irina killed herself because she couldn’t get out?
Imagine she is making plans to take her youngest son and leave Russia. She has passports for both of them. She has been researching Visa requirements. She has some money saved up, set aside from her personal allowance. It's not much, but she is getting close to what she thinks she’ll need.
She has been in contact with a friend who moved to another country, has notes and letters from them. She is making plans.
Then Grigori finds out.
He flips out, tears her down, hits her. Tells her she will never leave, ever. And how dare she try to take his child from him?! He burns all her documents, including her passport. Even her money, just to prove that he can.
Her last shred of hope for getting herself and her baby boy out of Russia has failed. Her son, who is sensitive like her, and has the sweetest heart. Who she suspects might like boys the way she likes girls.
The way she liked her friend Ana when she was 17. The first girl she ever kissed, and the one her parents caught her with.
Irina tried to pass it off as girls being girls—practicing kissing on each other so they can be ready to kiss boys. Her father believed her, but her mother didn’t. She started going through Irina’s things.
That scared Irina more than anything. Her mother found the bracelet Ana had given her, and a distinctly flirty note they’d passed one day, with hearts drawn in the corner. In a panic, Irina destroyed her beloved journal. It was like tearing out a piece of her heart. But inside were love notes she never sent to Ana, and poems about her beauty.
Her mother threatened to tell Ana’s parents what she saw. Her father threatened worse.
So to throw them off, Irina said yes to the next man that asked her out. Nevermind that he was nearly 20 years older than her. He lavished her with gifts and praise. Told her she was beautiful. Promised her things. She saw a chance to get out of her parents’ house, which had become suffocating since the Ana thing.
Then Irina fell pregnant. She and Grigori were married within months. And she was starting her new life with a man who certainly wasn’t what she’d pictured, but who Irina knew would take care of her. She truly believed that everything was going to be fine.
I wrote a new fic!
Well, I’ve written and posted chapter 1 of a new fic!
It’s a Heated Rivalry Au based on The Last of Us!
The last of us is one of my all time favorite games and i decided to start rewatching the HBO series in between my Reheats 😁
The fic is calllllled
You are my Priority
The fic will follow a mix of the show and game storyline, with my own scenes sprinkled in here and there. So you’ll notice similarities and quotes from both.
I don’t have a schedule planned for updates but it’s the main fic I’m focused on. I’m currently writing Chapter two.
I’ll post the link to it here, i hope you enjoy and Happy readings ❤️☺️
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
the whole boston team knowing about montreal jane and they think that ilya rozanov who can pull any girl he wants must have found a real baddie the way he keeps coming back for more and then hard cut to shane hollander on a friday night drinking tea and reading the same hockey book for the fourth time who when ilya texts him asking what are you wearing? texts back my new organic cotton pj set and ilya texts back i'm so hard tell me more
“Teachers are often unaware of the gender distribution of talk in their classrooms. They usually consider that they give equal amounts of attention to girls and boys, and it is only when they make a tape recording that they realize that boys are dominating the interactions. Dale Spender, an Australian feminist who has been a strong advocate of female rights in this area, noted that teachers who tried to restore the balance by deliberately ‘favouring’ the girls were astounded to find that despite their efforts they continued to devote more time to the boys in their classrooms. Another study reported that a male science teacher who managed to create an atmosphere in which girls and boys contributed more equally to discussion felt that he was devoting 90 per cent of his attention to the girls. And so did his male pupils. They complained vociferously that the girls were getting too much talking time. In other public contexts, too, such as seminars and debates, when women and men are deliberately given an equal amount of the highly valued talking time, there is often a perception that they are getting more than their fair share. Dale Spender explains this as follows: “The talkativeness of women has been gauged in comparison not with men but with silence. Women have not been judged on the grounds of whether they talk more than men, but of whether they talk more than silent women.” In other words, if women talk at all, this may be perceived as ‘too much’ by men who expect them to provide a silent, decorative background in many social contexts.”
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PBS: Language as Prejudice - Myth #6: Women Talk Too Much (via misandry-mermaid)
Every EVERY women’s studies class I’ve been in has had this problem and failed to address it.
(via iamayoungfeminist)
the cottage chronicles
(if you are subscribed to me and saw this title change no you didn't)
Chapter 1: The Lake
Chapter 2: The Bed
Chapter 3: Under the Stars
Chapter 4: The Guest Room
Chapter 5: The Master Shower
Chapter 6: The Den
read on ao3
Ilya trying to outplay his demons
While I am a Ilya was allowed to hit raw for the first time at the cottage truther, I also like to imagine an alternate world where Ilya convinced Shane to let him hit raw their first time
“Ah, we don’t need those” Ilya tossed the strip of condoms back onto the bedside drawer.
“What? Are you crazy? Of course we do.” Shane scoffs, giving Ilya the craziest side eye over his shoulder.
“Why? You can get pregnant, Hollander? Through your asshole? Should probably see doctor about that.”
“No, fuck you, Rozanov! For STDs! Don’t know if you remember but you’re a slut, I don’t wanna catch anything.”
“Hollander, I am clean, i sent you test results last week. And besides, I wear condoms with everyone else, bare dick is only for you.” Ilya persuades, trailing sloppy kisses across the back of Shane’s shoulder. Ilya rolls his hips so Shane can feel his bare erection sliding against his asscheeks.
Shane’s eyes flutter shut at the feeling. His brain fights hard against the fog starting so slip around the edges of his mind, but something about ilyas deep accented voice and the fact he could feel his precum rubbing against his ass just made it creep in faster.
“You think I would put you in danger, Hollander?” Ilya asks, suddenly soft in a way that surprised Shane.
Shane takes a moment to look at Ilya directly in his eyes. “No.” He states.
“No.” Ilya nods. “Will feel so good, Hollander. I promise, I will take care of you.”
“Okay, rozanov.” Shane whispers.
Ilya smiles down at him, his dimple illuminated by the soft orange light of Shane’s lamp. “Good boy, thank you.” He presses a soft kiss to Shane’s lips, then trails kisses all the way down to Shane’s ass.
Shane lets his brain go fuzzy again as Ilyas tongue slides against his hole.
And then everything is the same except they’re even more insane about each other
okay byeeeee
there are a few people actually whose blogs just look like this to me and i hope they know i still love them
goodmorning this is your assigned shane of the day