2006 | Baker, Barista | absolutely tired of life. Can't I just be one of those main characters that have so unrealistically easy lives? if you know me, irl, shut up. no, you dont
Hellooo, i just saw your post about that "otp: true" search operator, so i looked it up and found even more on ao3. I wasn‘t sure if you allow links, that‘s why i took Screenshots instead (hope that‘s okey). Have fun :D
if i were attracted to someone i would ignore them and if someone were interested in me i would ignore them and if someone cute asked me out i would say no #myimpenetrablefortress
anon in my inbox said fanfic writers who wrote about dark and taboo topics were not “real writers” because of what they wrote about.
reblog if you believe anon is wrong and writers are writers, no matter what they write about. no matter how they portray these taboo topics.
reblog if you believe art can be about topics that are controversial, taboo or outright disturbing, and artists who create controversial, taboo or outright disturbing art are as valid as artists who create art of conservative values.
I'm very proud of my countrymen for introducing America to the world of the proper football chant.
None of this cheerleader stuff for soccer, oh no sireee, I mean, no disrespect to cheerleaders who put a LOT of work and effort into their performances, but somehow "Rah-Rah! We're the best" from peppily gymnastic young things can't quite match the sheer power of entire stadiums of grown up fans yelling at the top of their lungs things like....
It's unclear if this one originated with the English of Scottish games (spelling of "old" as "auld" notwithstanding), but either way, well done.
And it's striking home too! :D
Sportsball holds no interest for me, but that doesn't mean I can't respect the participation aspects sometimes.
I also think that the strength gap is at least partially manufactured women would in fact be stronger overall if little girls were encouraged to do physically taxing games and activities and eat their fill while they’re growing vs having to constantly diet and be sedentary indoors (or god forbid do intense cardio while under-eating). The amount of adult women honestly afraid to lift weights bc they think they’ll get bulky as though bulking isn’t a full time job that athletes have to spend all their time on and anyone on earth gets shredded from just using their adult muscles for their intended purpose, girl your bone density 🥀
if you say women are intentionally nerfed from birth in 2026 people look at you like you’re insane and start condescendingly telling you about how women are just better at different things (but not during their periods haha) but this was a completely basic feminist talking point I grew up with like “girls can do it too! [shot of little girls climbing and running with boys]” nickelodeon commercial tier base level I hate it how is everyone suddenly dumber than the average 7 year old
Imagine Grace defined his name as the elegance definition of grace and Rocky spends years thinking how fucking ironic this clumsy leaky space blobs name is.
Until Grace slips out a sentence along the lines of "could you give me a little grace here" and Rocky immediately points out he used a word wrong so Grace has to explain that yeah, grace means elegance but it can also mean mercy sometimes too.
And Rocky has to suddenly reconcile that the clumsy leaky blob that saved his life twice, that almost certainly doomed himself to come back for him, name is Mercy.
ik you’ve written for lars w a size/strength kink but do you have any thoughts about ryland with one?
-rotteninspace :)
oh i have PLENTY
size/strength kink | ryland grace [hcs] [mdni]
this is something that Ryland only realizes after a while of being with you. his scientist brain is always so used to observing and analyzing stuff that when the realization hits, it hits him pretty hard.
maybe you're both doing something pretty mundane — cuddling on the couch while watching a deep sea documentary (he can't talk over this one; marine biology isn't exactly his strongest suit, let's just say) and while he's letting his thoughts flutter away like marine snow in the abyssal zone, Ryland notices how... perfectly you fit against him. he's got you on his chest, head against his shoulders as you watch the show before you. his eyes flit to your hand that's absentmindedly resting on his arm that he's slung across your body and sees how it's somewhat smaller than his.
something starts stirring within him after this, and it manifests as the things he already does to you: hugging you from behind when you're in the kitchen, relishing secretly how his upper body completely occludes your entire frame; holding your hand and watching as his easily grips yours; or in the more "extreme" cases, picking you up from your desk to whisk you away and prevent you from overworking yourself like you weigh nothing. (always muscles indeed...)
everything comes to a head the next time you two have sex: Ryland's got you in his lap as you make out; his palms roam your thighs, and the heat in his stomach rises as he realizes that his hands can grip the width of your thigh quite easily. he slides them up behind your knee and uses that as leverage to push you back against the pillows, and the small noise of surprise that you make goes straight to his half-hard cock. your legs curl around his hips on instinct as he leans into you, continuing to chase your lips as he grabs the hem of your shorts along with your underwear and yanks them off in one fluid motion.
loves how you can't even resist him when he starts eating you out. Ryland keeps you steady with his hands spreading your thighs open, eventually looping his arms on either side and locking you in place. you can try all you want to push at his forehead after your second orgasm via his mouth, but he's not stopping until he's had his fill. he wants his chin dripping in your release before he even thinks about actually fucking you.
Ryland slowly fucks you open for him, biding his time and watching in delight how well you take every inch of his cock; when he knows you're ready and pliant enough for him, he asks you if he can do more, and do more he does. he pulls back until it's only the tip inside you, then pushes back in all the way to the hilt. he does that for a few times before he lets his hindbrain take the wheel and pistons into you like it's the last time he'll ever get a taste.
if he's got you in missionary, he's grasping at your hips tightly, fucking you onto his cock with relative ease as you struggle to keep up with him. Ryland gets really into it in these moments; he's so swept away by how effortless it is for him to move you however he wants, and how helpless you are in the face of it. there's no chance of trying to buck up into him. you're in a deadlock: your hips are in mid-air and Ryland is thrusting into you like he wants your pussy to memorize the girth and feel of his cock.
will fuck you against the wall at some point once he's sure that he can pin you there. his hands are greedily gripping the flesh of your ass, keeping you still as he pounds into you. it's a little polarizing given he's nuzzling into your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin there as he pants from the rhythm that he's following.
Ryland would remind you to hold onto him when he's fucking you in a stand and carry where you're facing him, assuring you that he's got you as he's pumping you up and down his cock. he has to ignore how much his entire lower body erupts in electrifying tingles as he lifts and drops you onto him like it's nothing. your eyes are rolling to the back of your head from the feeling of being so full of him, and the sounds that your bodies are making in this position.
when he gets tired, he'll bring you back to bed, catching you by your ankles and driving into you even more. this is probably the best time to goad him on and say something about being his cocksleeve or a fucktoy, but be mindful of what comes next because this is like adding gasoline to an already roaring fire. Ryland's folding you in half, telling you to look where you're connected as you both teeter over the edge
he'd make sure that you'd come first though; he's not above overstimulating himself if it means that you'll be satisfied before him. Ryland would be whimpering and whining the entire time he's chasing his own high, but once those airy noises turn into grunts, you're being pumped full of his cum, his hips jerking erratically as he rides out the wave, eyes squeezed shut as he babbles your name like a prayer.
I saw a post about Shane and Ilya being sad that they can't thank each other in their acceptance speeches like other can with their spouses and it got me thinking:
Ilya wins his first awards and hes got nobody he really wants to thank after his team and coach cause he he hates his family but he knows his speech is too short so on impulse he goes "And I want to thank Shane Hollander for being slightly worse than me this season". Everyone knows it was going to one of those two, so everyone thinks hes an asshole to say that but whats new so it works for him. But from then on it then becomes a bit for both of them to thank each other in their speeches in a snide way as a reason they won.
Shane winning the Art Ross Trophy (Awarded to the player who leads the league in total points at the end of the regular season). and going "special thanks to Rozanov for missing at least 5 shots this season, he was a huge help"
Ilya winning the Conn Smythe Trophy (Awarded to the most valuable player for his team in the playoffs.) "Just want to give a quick shout out to Hollander for getting knocked out in the second round this season. Must hate to see me up here."
They find a way to mention the other in their speeches every time all the time.
“scientists don’t want you know” is a phrase that always cracks me up because if you actually meet a scientist they will be shaking and crying like an overstimulated chihuahua with the need to let you know
I just know Ilya brags on interview every time Shane is The Shane Hollander on the ice. And not like "my husband is so good" kinda way but in "Say thank you Ottawa I brought our winner back home, you should adore me for bringing home the spoil of my life long victory (my marriage) bow before me for I am the king's beloved and he loves me so much he's giving you a cup this year BC I like it here" kinda way
What do you mean “chat” is now referring to ChatGPT and not twitch chat? What? What? What the fuck? No?
When I address chat I am speaking to a presumed Greek chorus of real human people shitposting on their lunch break, not a machine that devours lakes to covert electricity into slop.
Canon divergent AU where Shane is a little more paranoid and when Hayden first comments on "Boston Lily", he decides he has to do something to break up the pattern and make it not so noticeable that he's got someone on Boston.
Not seeing Rozanov is not an option, so instead Shane picks out a few other cities to regularly go out by himself in. He'll go for a long walk, maybe sit down somewhere for a drink, and then catch a taxi back to the hotel an appropriate amount of time later. It's honestly pretty nice, unwinding by himself in this way, and now disappearing after games is not a thing specific to Boston! It's just another strange Hollander quirk!
Unfortunately, he fails to account for the guys on the team jumping on the most obvious explanation for all these disappearances, which is that Shane now has a girl in every port.
Word about this starts to spread quick, because it is so out of character for Shane, and pretty soon half the league is under the impression that he's some secret playboy.