SPACE, the shiniest place

I like planets and being dramatic, PURPLE IS BI/ACE SOLIDARITY, she/her, white/mexican, biromantic ace/QUEER, 23 yrs icon is by @linedcolours

[the-bi-bilingual]

[cj-k]

Domeric x Lyanna Kofi request

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[vamptits]

filtering down ao3 results from 14000 to 6 based on a single tag is foul. im sorry none of you are as enlightened as me ig.

[vamptits]

normal one. next question.

[mothgirl-is-a-gateway-drug-deac]

peer review

[februarytrash]

[hateusandseeifwemind]

[pinene]

Can anyone explain wtf is going on here especially a Korean speaker

[tadeadshihamurder]

someone on reddit explained 😭

[no-one-offical]

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[desmolbean404]

That is one of the most astronomical fuck up translations I have ever seen.

[sahonithereadwolf]

And this, children, is why you can't replace translation work with AI

[hrgifs]

shane taking care of ilya ♥️

[the-witch-of-the-wandering-ways]

College AU Russian studies major Shane Hollander forgets to tell the fuckbuddy he met through his speaking tutor Svetlana Vetrova that he is fluent in Russian and that he understands phrases like "you're so fucking perfect" and "you have ruined me" and "you look like a sexy librarian you perfect slut"

[the-witch-of-the-wandering-ways]

Ilya, whiny voice: come back to bed hollander i want to fuck you

Shane: can't i really need to finish this essay

Ilya: whats it on maybe i can help you

Shane, sweating staring at 2k words on modern russian pop culture: haha probably not no it's boring

[gimmiekiss1221]

op don't let these die in the tags

[breathbanana]

everybody talking about how shane hollanders autism means that he is asking clarifying questions, that he's miscommunication at Los Vegas, that he gets autistic shutdown and over/under stimulated.

what about the clocking bullshit autism? what about shane instantly seeing through ilya s bravado and assholery and knowing that this guy in the parkinglot is just as intrigued and scared as he is? what about shane knowing it's a bit and doesn't understand why all his parents and teammates think ilya is actually like that.

[suraks-sweet-tits]

I've just been thinking about the fish bowl Shane lived in and how it is probably different from Ilya or Scott because Shane plays for a Canadian team. Like obviously Scott and Ilya are famous too but (and pls correct me if I am wrong) being a hockey player in Canada is a different level of fame than being a hockey player in America.

Both New York and Boston have many other sports teams that are far more famous and popular than the hockey team(s). Whereas for Montreal the hockey team is a much much bigger deal just generally and is definitively the most popular team in the area. And I feel like that is gonna contribute so much more to Shane being recognised on the street/followed/ etc.

Not to mention he's the captain, and a hockey god, and model gorgeous and his face is everywhere.

Like anyone who thinks Shane is too paranoid I think doesn't comprehend how big of a deal he is.

Ilya says Ottawa was covered in pictures of Shane Hollander when they were 18 years old. That kind of attention, that young, which then intensifies at the same time that your belief that you have to bury a part of who you are and no one can ever find out intensifies is gonna have a major impact on a person. Honestly I think that level of public awareness is probably a big reason why Shane bonded with Rose so quickly, since the aquarium scene reinforces for us that it is past the level of a normal hockey player(even in Montreal).

(This is not to say that Ilya also doesn't know what it is like to be surveilled because thanks to Russia and his father he absolutely would. But that is in a very different style and very different circumstances. Growing up queer in places where it is illegal and with family you have to hide from actually gave me confidence in my ability to sneak around and just a very different sense of stakes when you are away from that environment.)

Like there is a very good reason that Shane doesn't feel comfortable going abroad with Ilya before they are outed even though that's similar to what Scott used to do and Ilya was open to the idea. And in their hook-up era Ilya eventually starts taking it personally that they always meet in Shanes fuck condo and not his apartment but honestly I think that was a wise and fair precaution of Shane's. Like yes the condo was partially about maintaining emotional distance with Ilya but I would argue that was actually a far lesser factor than it is commonly read as(including by Ilya) and a factor which needs more consideration is people definitely not only know but very much care where Shane Hollander lives.

This amount of public attention is overall a very small reason that Shane's situation and relationship to coming out would be different to Scott and Ilya's. There are so many reasons for that and I would say race is almost definitely the biggest one but that would be it's own several text posts. But even if this is a lesser factor I still think it is a factor and its one I've been thinking about.

[anonmouseur]

Crack, all nonsense, no seriousness in sight (no Rose Landry's were harmed in the making of this drabble):

Marly drags Ilya out Post Hollandry News and they get drunk. Cliff is tipsy, but Ilya thinks anything is better than thinking about Shane with a sober brain so he gets shitfaced. Like, drunker than drunk. So drunk he definitely should've done this at home drunk. This is the hilarity that ensues.

"Come on babe, you've been more than grumpy the whole week. I'm worried about you, Roz." Ilya frowns into the table as Marly pats at him. He really wants a pickle, and now thinking of Hollander with... her is ruining his appetite.

"Fucking Landry," he mutters, but Cliff clearly hears him because he pauses from where he's rubbing his back. Ilya grunts in dissent and the massage continues but Cliff presses on.

"Did you just say Landry? What did she do to you? Does she know Jane? You better not have introduced her to Jane before me or I'll cut your dick off, jerk. Is she Jane? No, she's not your type and the schedules don't line up-"

"She stole my Jane," Ilya sulks and Cliff freezes. Stole. Not is, not talked her out of being with him. Stole. Oh.

Ooooh. Oh hoho, she's so dead.

"What an asshole, who does that?" Ilya mumbles his agreement into the table as Cliff pulls out his phone and begins typing up a storm. The team group chat was relatively dead due to it being 11pm on a Saturday with the sane people of their group sleeping or chilling at home. The bomb Cliff just dropped changed that really quick.

"Your Jane isn't in the clear just so you know. Why the hell would she leave you for Landry? I'm sure she's a good lover but you're you! What's she got that you don't?" And now Cliff is stewing on Ilya's behalf.

Landry had a lot of fucking nerve. She had Hollander and she had to take Roz's girl too? This is a level of greed even he doesn't think he'd bank on. And it's nothing to do with her apparently being bi. He'd be happy for her if she didn't ruin a relationship that made his best friend smile like he'd been personally gifted the sun.

Ilya was one of the best guys he knew. Yes, he's a brat on the ice, but anyone with a brain that spent more than five minutes with him in person could tell it was mostly all bark.

He was kind, funny, and the hottest person on their team. And he was a pretty decent cook! If he showed Jane even half of what Cliff knew about him, she's batshit for ditching him for anything less than not being in love with him after all, which Cliff still thinks is insane, but that's not the point.

And poor Hollzy! That's if he doesn't know his girlfriend has a side piece. Either way, he's not letting this shit slide. Landry can face the consequences of her actions with her first scandal and see how she feels about her life being blown up.

Connors is being reasonable and suggesting they wait until the morning to act upon anything, but Cliff's too angry to take his advice. He's on twitter within the minute and the post is up. The retweets from some of the guys follow immediately and Cliff finally turns his phone off as he hauls Roz up so they can walk back to his, the Russian muttering about freckles and pickles the whole way.

@ peakmarly yo landry, wabna tell th e ppl abt ur habit of homewrcjig?

| @ bearsbunny help is he drunk genuinely what is bro on abt😭

| @ rozrules I think he's trying to say homewrecking?? Cliff, quick, chug some water and finish spilling the tea. What did she do I thought she was cool, especially for bagging Hollander.

| @ hollanovtruth I'm gonna start a rumor

| @ bearsbunny not right now user hollanovtruth

| @ rozrules aye why did half the team just fucking repost, yo what? rose, babe what did you DO😭🙏

It's safe to say that Ilya stays far away from alcohol for a bit after this one. At least he got his pickle.

[jimmysownworld]

Ilya 10000% knows how to take good nudes and absolutely does, he was hooking up with and was friends with Svetlana for YEARS there is no fucking way she was letting him send fucking I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream tower of AM pictures of his dick and think that was ok, she would get that first one before he was even in the nhl and be like “we need to work on this i cant do this until you understand how unattractive that is” and by the end of the night Ilya is frustrated it took an hour until she was happy with his understanding of good nudes but it pays off for him more and more. Even funnier to imagine he gets his nudes leaked and everyone is like “wow these are actually good i was expecting just full cock” and he is so offended everyone would think so low of him he gets on twitter to be like “you fucking people dont deserve to see my beautiful nudes if you have such little faith in my abilities i understand what a good nude is it is you who is the problem here i am called a retired slut for a REASON you can not stand to see a sexy bisexual show good dick” and “you can not stand to see a sexy bisexual show good dick” becomes a huge meme and someone puts it on a shirt and someone puts it on a mug and Harris forwards the next 3 invoices for his therapy appointments to Ilya who pays them without a word and Shane once he works past the emotions of it all can not stop laughing at how absurd it is that his husband is more angry people are surprised the pictures are good than the fact that people can see them in the first place.

[cablesscutie]

Ilya loves that Shane is “boring” because what Ilya really means by that is that Shane, much like his “boring” car, is safe and reliable. (He is also thrilling and sexy but that’s not the focus right now.) We know this. I am currently having a big feeling about the appeal to Ilya of the “Mr. Real estate” part of Shane’s boringness. We know that Ilya is canonically not managing his money the best - he sends a lot of money back to Russia, his agent is shit, he buys a bunch of sports cars. He’s not really irresponsible because he makes enough to be doing all of that but we know the idea of an actual, long-term future was something Ilya couldn’t really picture for himself and he was kind of living accordingly.

We also know that Ilya has been supporting his family since the second he joins the NHL - he canonically sent a ton of his signing bonus home when he first started. And then they spent it. And they asked for more that he didn’t have yet. His family’s money had run out, and if this is the situation when Ilya starts in the NHL? That means his family was in the process of running out of money through his teen years and I’m thinking of him being there watching it happen. Teenage Ilya with his dreams of leaving his home where nobody’s nice to him to become a beloved hockey star in North America, watching everyone pin their hopes on him while knowing that if he wasn’t so good that Russia wouldn’t let him stop playing he would’ve had to quit years ago.

So Ilya grows up with this and spends his young adulthood with everyone else’s hunger tearing at his stomach and then. Shane. Boring Mr. Real estate with his careful investments and practical purchases and charity idea and sponsorships. Whose biggest luxurious indulgence was building a gorgeous summer home down the road from his parents, so he can retire to a peaceful lakefront someday. Shane has plans for that long-term future, and now Ilya is part of it. Now it’s retiring to the cottage together, and Shane’s been planning for them living out long lives together, and thought about how to make sure their family is taken care of, and Ilya can relax.

[livethrushit]

re: *the* Phone Scene

i adore this scene from both shane and ilya's perspective.

up to this point, shane hardly knows how ilya feels about much of anything. ilya doesn't talk about himself or his feelings often; he gets through life by giving people what they want. he obeys his piece of shit father, he takes care of his piece of shit brother, and he gives people his body because that's something a lot of people want.

sex seems to be his main way of communicating & shane picks up on that, yet he craves more intimacy. then ilya gets all frustrated because he can't give more with being from russia and he doesn't understand why their fucking DECADE long entanglement isn't enough for shane. he's given more of himself to shane than anyone else and he's at a loss over how the fuck else he's supposed to make shane feel his love given his limitations.

and based on how ilya describes his mom, it's reasonable to assume the last time he was ever open about his life was to his mother. in russian. with linguistic ease and emotional comfort.

so when shane tells him to say what's on his mind in russian, it was like coming back to his actual home. the comforting, loving home in his language that he hasn't had since he was 12. and shane wasn't pushing him for more this time, he let ilya keep his guard up like a warm blanket he desperately needed out on his cold walk.

as for shane, he didn't need to be close to ilya, or even see ilya for that matter, to feel the emotional shift between the two of them. shane has a hard time picking up on cues, but this conversation in a language he didn't understand was something he *also* desperately needed. ilya was finally opening up about himself to shane, and he had a lot to say.

shane knew the emotional stakes were high for both of them here, and he listened so fucking intently to every word as if he did understand, knowing full well he couldn't. and there's something so viscerally beautiful and heartbreaking about that kind of love; it was indirectly direct and they both felt it.

[penandinkprincess]

i've posted before about the potential of "what if shane getting laid out happened in boston and not montreal?" in episode 5 because it offers the option of "shane goes home with ilya to take care of him until he can travel without it sucking so severely"

and i'm laughing rn because i'm imagining ilya getting teased by the other players about being SO quick to leave after practice in the days after because "oh, got a hot date, huh, rozy?"

and the hot date is fucking. getting shane a new ice pack and making sure he ate the food ilya left for him and also took his pain meds on time and helping him shower when he's only got one arm to use and then curling up together on the couch carefully so shane can be comfy while ilya holds him.

and yet ilya is looking forward to it as much as he has EVER looked forward to the promise of a good fuck.

[bea-goldfish]

It’s a few years into their relationship when Ilya realizes that his left arm is ever so slightly stronger than his right

It’s not really noticeable, not to anyone else, not even Shane. It’s just something that pings in Ilya’s brain when he’s in the gym strength training, that it’s just a teeny little bit easier to lift on his lift. He knows this isn’t exactly unusual, even — most people are slightly uneven, most people are a little bit stronger on their dominant side

… except Ilya is a rightie.

He puzzles over this for a while, wondering if he ought to be doing a few extra reps with his right arm, wondering if he ought to try to even it out, wondering how the fuck this even happened when he’s literally always favors his right arm/hand. He uses it to pull Shane close, to open doors for Shane, to hold himself up while he fucks into Shane……

And meanwhile, he’s using his left hand to jack Shane off.

Ilya puts the pieces together mid-hand job, when Shane is settled between his legs, back to chest. He’s got his right hand on Shane’s leg, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin on his inner thigh, while his left hand strokes Shane hard and fast until he’s whining and begging for release.

Ilya hides his reaction by biting into the sensitive skin on Shane’s neck and lets him come before rolling them both over so he can laugh into a pillow.

“What?” Shane says, scowling as he wriggles underneath Ilya, sensitive and sated. “God, you’re such an asshole. I didn’t come that fast.”

“No,” Ilya eventually manages to say through tears of mirth. He’s still hard, but he’s pretty sure he’s accidentally killed the mood. “No, no, you were perfect.”

“Then what the fuck is wrong with you?” Shane twists around so they’re face to face, and Ilya can bury his face into the crook of his shoulder.

“You know,” he says after he’s calmed himself down with the scent of his boyfriend’s sweat, that musky, salty smell he’s grown accustomed to having in his bed. “You know how my left arm is stronger than my right?”

“Yeah, so?” Shane says. He’s got this adorable, frustrated look on his face, all scrunched up and angry. “What does that have to do with — oh.” His eyes flick down to Ilya’s left hand, coated in his cum. “Oh my god, Ilya, are you serious? Is this why your right backshot is weaker than your left?”

Of course that’s what Shane worries about. God, Ilya loves him.

“It’s ok!” he says, grinning wickedly as he pushes himself up onto his left elbow. “I will even it out. Only rightie handjobs this summer.”

Shane’s smile grows slowly. “I bet your right hand isn’t as good at it,” he says, and his words reek of a challenge. “Bet you’ll need lots of practice.”

Huh. Mood not killed at all, then.

Ilya kisses Shane deeply and runs his hands — including the cum covered one — through his hair, ignoring the squeak of protest in lieu of the twitch of interest in both of their dicks.

“Good thing I have a great personal trainer,” he says and winks.

Training season has never been so much fun.

[crossnecklace]

canon divergent fic where shane and ilya get into an argument post-hookup and shane wants to hash it out but Mr. Avoidant Attachment feels like he’s drowning bc this is supposed to be easy and fun and when did it stop being easy and fun? why does shane being upset with him make him feel so anxious? he shouldn’t care, they’re not even in a relationship, he doesn’t owe him anything so why does he feel like he does and why does that scare him so much? so he leaves and shane doesn’t answer any of his texts after that so he goes inside himself where it’s safe and he forgets about it bc he can. He Can

then the raiders play montreal. he’s soooo cool he’s so aloof he doesn’t even care that shane won’t look at him. he apologized, shane didn’t, he’s done everything he could. he still checks him hard against the boards just to get his attention. shane barely reacts, just pushes off the wall, spits near his feet, mutters cheap loud enough for him to hear and skates away. it’s the closest ilya’s ever been to losing his shit on the ice and throwing hands even though he’s the one that started it.

afterwards, ilya is hell bent on getting so drunk he can’t stand. and he succeeds, he gets so shitfaced he’s nearly blacked out and telling half the raiders alllll about his fight with montreal jane and how she won’t talk to him and he thinks he’s going to get a cab to her house bc she can’t keep avoiding him like this. and marleau takes him aside and is like heyyyy buddy i’m not sure this is a great idea maybe we should go back to the hotel? but ilya gets all indignant like i am your fucking captain don’t tell me what to do. so he backs off, and ilya’s already booking the car out of spite.

it’s not until he’s already buzzed his apartment three times that he starts to feel really fucking stupid. for all he knows, shane has already moved on, it’s been months since they’ve spoken, maybe he’s up there fucking somebody else right now and ilya’s downstairs ringing his doorbell like a drunk idiot.

but then shane opens the door, looking sleep-rumpled and confused and a little bit angry at being woken up. it all melts into concern when he sees ilya there, slumped over, swaying on his feet, eyes red-rimmed and so filled with despair that all shane can do is usher him inside and get him a glass of water.

and ilya didn’t come here for sympathy, opposite. he wanted shane to be pissed that he showed up and he wanted to get pissed back and finally finish what he couldn’t the first time. and then have life changing, drunk, angry sex about it. but all he gets is a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and one of shane’s pillows on the couch, and he asks what time his flight is and takes his phone to make sure it’s on the charger and that his alarm is set for the morning. bc shane is actually so touched that ilya still remembered his address even when he could barely remember his own name. and he looks so sad and shane hates that it’s his fault, even though he’s felt so justified all these months giving him the cold shoulder.

so when ilya comes into his bedroom fifteen minutes later whining about the couch being uncomfortable, shane lifts up the corner of his blanket without a second thought. and ilya clambers in and apologizes a thousand times against his bare shoulder. when he feels like he’s said it too much, he starts kissing him in random places all over his chest, each one an apology of its own. and then he apologizes that he’s too drunk to fuck and shane’s like are you crazy i’m not fucking you like this and i’m mad at you, remember?

then ilya remembers why he’s actually here and his face falls and he mumbles you don’t want me anymore before he can stop himself and he starts to cry a little and he fucking hates himself so much bc this is all his fault. but shane just pulls him into his chest and pets his hair and tells him it’s okay, he still wants him, they just need to talk first and they will, he promises, bc now he knows that ilya didn’t hurt him on purpose, and he came to him when he was drunk and hurting and that means something.

when shane wakes up, ilya is gone, already left to gather his things at the hotel so he could get to the airport by 7:30. he doesn’t have any texts from him, and he’s disappointed and already preparing himself for the worst, that ilya was just drunk and horny and thought he could milk it out of shane one last time, how stupid of him to let him in and share his bed.

until he finds a post it note on the bathroom mirror when he goes to take a piss, in ilya’s messy all-caps scrawl. it’s simple, no frills i’m sorry, i miss you, please text me when you’re in boston.