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the thing about disability is it really does sometimes boil down to "wow i wish i could do that" and then you can't. and it sucks.
accomodations are important but i think they miss the point of this post. sometimes you can't do it. at all. someone needs to do it for you or it will never happen.
"and then you force yourself anyway" folks im starting to think some of you really do not understand what it means to not be able to do things.
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Heated Rivalry Week 2026 | Day 7: Free Choice | The (Good) Dads of Heated Rivalry
Every SINGLE fanfic where Andrew and Neil meet earlier with Neil on the run and Andrew says Something Just Andrew Enough that Neil fucking FOLDS LIKE WET LAUNDRY and tells him all his secrets like yes Andrew you DO have superpowers, in every life Neil can only withstand lying to you for so long before he caves, your presence is the anti-venom to every instinct his mother beat into him and you haven't even KISSED HIM YET
"Neil tells him everything" YEAH BUD IM SURE YOU DO!
Neil: The problem is, coach, I'm multilingual therefore sometimes I can confuse words.
Wymack: Really?
Neil: Yes.
Wymack: So you “confused the words” when you called the reporter a bastard?
Neil, with a straight face: Yes.
Wymack: And when during the interview you said that the team we were going to play with could go and fuck themselves?
Neil: Indeed.
Wymack: And how did you confuse “I'm a quiet kid who won't cause you a lot of problems” with “I never shut up and will drag you directly into mafia business”? Especially considering that “mafia” is more or less an international word?
Neil, shrugging: Absolutely accidentally, coach.
Wymack: ×sighs× Okay.
More HR as textposts:
I do have a cherished mental image of shane dragging ilya along with him and his parents on a hike (ilya is a city boy, but he's whipped and he does like to move and hang out with yuna and david, so it's not a bad activity aside from the bugs) and while they're all standing at the trailhead parking lot putting on their spf, shane hands him the bottle, and ilya's like hm? oh no thanks. and shane's like huh? what do you mean, "no thanks?" you didn't put any on before we got in the car either. and ilya's like oh no, I don't do sunscreen. is fine, I don't burn. at which point he gets an absolute surround sound earful from the entire family about how uv radiation causes damage even if you don't get a sunburn. ilya, are you checking your moles regularly? yuna asks. shane, I don't trust him, are you checking his moles regularly?? ilya was not expecting any pushback on this and complains that sunscreen mostly exists to glue dust to your skin. eventually he caves because it's clear no one is leaving the parking lot until he puts on the fucking coppertone
this becomes a recurring argument every time they do this, less because ilya is really that resistant to sunscreen (though he does hate it) and more because it's fun to argue. this is especially true when shane attempts to circumvent the fight by going "ilya, did you put my water bottle in a different bag? I can't find it :(" and then when ilya comes over to show him that it's in the same place it always is, shane surprise body slams him into the side of his parents' suv, hand full of sunscreen, and starts attacking whatever he can reach while david mildly informs them that if they dent or scratch the car they're paying for it.
this routine continues for some time until they're out on a day when shane's been having a crazy stressful awful month and he's really not in the mood to for ilya to be recreationally difficult. ilya starts to whine and bitch about how sunscreen is dumb, half the trail is shady anyway, shane don't you think I would look even more sexy with tan, etc. and shane snaps that if he really wants to die of cancer by the age of 60 and leave shane all alone for 20-30 miserable years, the cigarettes are probably enough to make that happen already. which isn't at all fair, because ilya has cut way back on those and is doing his best to at least stick to gum. and it obliterates the jokey vibe ilya was running with?? what the fuck shane?? but oh shit his eyes are a little teary and his lip is subtly wobbling, he's fully serious. ilya gives him a kiss, puts on his sunscreen without another word, and it never comes up again after that
annabeth hairstyles yay
Something odd is going on at their house Ilya realizes, after about two months of living together.
One Monday he'd noticed the sink in one of the guest bedrooms was dripping a little. He'd texted his plumber, who'd been able to come by the next day, only to find nothing was dripping. Ilya has figured maybe it hadn't been dripping, the faucet maybe wasn't fully off or something?
Another week he'd taken out the trash and noticed the light above the cans was out. He'd texted the electrician guy he had on call. He wouldn't usually be able to come out for a couple days. But the next day when Ilya was bringing a box out to recycle he'd found the light back on. He'd canceled the electrician, wondering if he'd just hit the lights switch funny?
And then the final odd thing happens. He's putting some stuff away in one of the guest room closets and he tugs the door too hard the wrong way and it pops off it's tracks and hits the floor. He curses as he catches it, and props it back up, leaning it into place. He texts a picture of it to his handyman. The photo is partially to explain the problem, but mostly to assure himself it really happened if the door manages to also magically heal itself.
The next day he gets a question about the door from the handyman so he goes to check it out, and walks in on Shane, with a little tool box on the floor next to him, lifting the door back into place with ease.
Ilya, shocked, "You're the one fixing everything!"
Shane, did not know this was a mystery, "Yes, of course. What did you think it was, magic?"
Shane, after hearing the story, "Wait, you call an electrician every time a light bulb goes out?!"
on each other's minds... 🩷
Person who wants to do stuff trapped in a body that needs to lie down
i think it's beautiful that cats eat you if you die in your apartment and nobody finds you for a while. i don't know why it's used as anti-kitty cat propaganda as if eating you means they don't love u. if i died and no one found me for a while i would want my kitty cat to eat me bc i love her so much and i don't want her to starve. it's not her fault i'm too dead to give her her fancy feasts. she's going thru something scary ok. i don't know a single cat owner who doesn't feel the same way
Changing my belief system from "this is the hill I'll die on" to "this is the hill I'll kill you on" has done absolute wonders for me 10/10 do recommend
"you really gonna die on that hill?"
"someone is."
hearing a beloved friend say the words 'can i be mean for a sec' is like watching an angel descend from the heavens and kiss you on the forehead
Picturing Shane and Ilya, out and married and comfortable, at a bar with some of their fellow Centaurs. Shane goes to order them some drinks and while he's waiting for the bartender, Ilya sidles up to him, leaning against the counter.
"You come here often?"
Shane laughs. "What?"
"Hm, I think no?" Ilya tilts his head, a teasing glint in his eye. "I would remember that pretty face."
Heat coils in Shane's stomach. He looks away, briefly, nervous to be doing this in a public place but mostly excited.
"I don't think I should entertain this," he says, pausing for a moment to see Ilya's disappointment before going on. "I'm married and my husband's a very jealous man."
Ilya grins, delighted. "Is he, now? Then why would he let you out alone, looking like that? Not very smart."
"I guess he trusts me not to go looking for trouble."
"Ah, but I think maybe you like trouble." Ilya's leaning in closer, voice going low. "I could give you what you want. Your husband never has to know."
Shane swallows. Glances over to the booth where their friends are sitting, talking and not looking their way. They probably won't notice them sneaking away, right?
"Bathroom, now."
Ilya lights up. "Really? That was quick."
"Shut the fuck up before I change my mind."
(The Centaurs do notice, obviously, and they would have even if Shane and Ilya didn't both look clearly freshly fucked when they returned.)
My fave #real hc for hollanov is that Ilya is a prissy little rich city boy who doesn’t know how to change a lightbulb or what the right footwear is for a hike or where he would even begin if he wanted to put up some new shelves. His dad never cared to teach him any of this stuff and he never really had any reason to learn. Whereas Shane grew up spending his summers in the Canadian countryside, swimming in the lake and Being At One With Nature, and his parents were very present and probably enjoyed showing him how to do these things.
And we #know they both have insane competence kinks so when Shane opens a toolbox to put up a new shelf, Ilya is suddenly questioning his whole life bc who the hell gets all hot and bothered by a Phillips head screwdriver?!?!
neil starts acquiring keys. first the keys to the foxhole court, then to andrew’s house. andrew’s car. wymack’s apartment. abby’s house. his key ring gets heavy and andrew gets him a carabiner so he can clip it onto his backpack, his belt loop, his duffel bag on overnight trips. he likes the sound of it, the jingle. it reminds him of home. the foxes realize he likes it and start to get him keychains as gifts. he adds them all, even when his carabiner starts to get excessively crowded. it becomes a tradition that whenever any of the foxes move into a new house they give neil a copy of their new key. he keeps them all. he’s not nothing anymore. he has so many people and so many homes he doesn’t know where to put them all
