But if you never try, you'll never know
Hollanov - Rated T - 14.3k - Complete
Throughout the final year of his contract with the Voyageurs, Shane, his family and friends, and hockey fans all wonder what he’s going to do about his expiring contract.
Change is scary. Voicing that you're scared – to others but mainly to yourself – is scarier.
Lower Body Injury
Hollanov - Rated E - 13.3k - 2/4 Chapters - ONGOING
Their annual California (and Vegas) road trip was far too long for Shane and Ilya’s liking. Shane had reinstated his ‘no sex on the road’ rule after Ilya’s hat trick in San Jose and they were both dying inside.
Once home, it didn’t take them long to chase each other up the stairs. It had been far too long for the both of them. Finally in their bedroom with no one to possibly overhear them, they went for it - only maybe a little too fast.
OR
From the sudden lack of dick in his ass, Shane knew something was wrong.
and so the sealion fell in love with the loon
Hollanov - Rated E - 4k - Complete
The moment Ilya suggested he could marry Svetlana, Shane saw red. He feels like he could kill Ilya for saying this so casually. How dare he suggest that. After all they've been through, the lying, the sneaking around. Did all of this mean nothing to Ilya?
Shane wanted Ilya and he's willing to do whatever it takes to make sure Ilya is his forever.
Final Boarding Call
Hollanov - Rated G - 2.2k - Complete
Eyes still glued out the window, Ilya watched as they taxied to the runway. He noticed his leg starting to bounce again but was powerless to stop it. To anyone else on the plane he must look like a nervous flyer.
He was finally on his way to Montreal. Finally on his way to Shane. Finally able to hope for something more.
Come On, Let’s Get You Your Chicken Parmesan
Hollanov - Rated T - 2.4k - Complete
After their meeting with the commissioner, Shane and Ilya finally get their first proper date. It might not be what they wanted their first date to be like, but fuck it. They were out and they might as well make the best of it.
Check Please!
And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, inersion of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.
Parswoops - Rated G - 10k - Complete
A collections of 100 drabbles. Kent “Parse” Parson and Jeff “Swoops” Troy. Though they only appear together once in an extra, they are more that two underdeveloped characters on screen?
Kent Can Do It With a Broken Heart
Past Kent/Jack - Rated T - 9.7k - Complete
Kent knows what they're all thinking: He's having the time of his life. But he's not, how could he? Kent's alone in Vegas with the knowledge that the love of his life is alive but doesn't want anything to do with him anymore.
How will Kent survive his first year in the NHL with a broken heart?
Spoiler alert: He cries a lot but he's so productive, it's an art. Cause he knows he's good when he can even do it with a broken heart.
5 Times Kent Parson’s Ass Looked Fantastic
Parswoops - Rated E - 9.7k - Complete
When you’re surrounded by professional athletes all the time, odds are you’re gonna find an ass that looks fantastic. Unfortunately for Jeff Troy, the only ass he finds fantastic is Kent Parson’s. It’s fine when they play on different teams and don’t know each other. It’s another issue when you’re line mates and best friends.
You Didn’t Ask The Question
Parswoops - Rated G - 6.7k - Complete
Kent and Jeff had both been through this before. One more goal and they would have forced a Game 7. Losing in the Conference Finals wasn’t the same as losing the Cup, but they were so close. No matter when you lose in the playoffs it hurts.
But Kent had Jeff. And Jeff had Kent. And that's all that mattered.
How is he?
Parswoops - Rated T - 3.6k - Complete
They had their fair share of incidents on the ice. Bad checks over the years, finding themselves at the bottom of scrums, crashing into the net, mainly Kent since he annoys the shit out of goalies by being in their space.
As always, on-ice incidents happened out of nowhere. Things are quick to develop on the ice. Simply the wrong place at the wrong time.
In 2026, the chicest thing a gay actor can do is never explicitly come out as gay but also make it abundantly clear that he is. Coming out is too modern. Staying closeted is too old fashioned. But this method merges contemporary freedom with Old Hollywood glamour and allure, and it weeds out the dumbest people who truly don’t get it. I call it the Pascal Method.
You clearly don't go here or to queer history and signaling, or both, enough to have this conversation and I'm not going to explain it to you. You could have asked questions, you could have done even a modicum of research. You didn't and you made yourself look ignorant. Goodbye.
#I'm fucking crying#this is an instant classic#this is the next meme#i can't believe I'm here to see a baby copypasta nary two hours old#I can't#lol#i laughed way too hard#iconic
Imagine being the gays at a pride event in 2004 living their lives when someone grabs the microphone and announces to the room that Ronald Reagan was pronounced dead. Can you even imagine the hype, the celebration, the pure elation
the fact that pro-monarchy arguments have degenerated, over the past few centuries, from “the king rules by divine right and is accountable to nobody but god”, to “uhm the royals generate a lot of income from tourism” will never stop being extremely funny to me
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