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rocky always yells “enrichment for grace! enrichment for grace!” when he has a new invention to make the humans time more interesting on erid. grace, while appreciative, replies ‘I know I’m in a zoo enclosure but could we maybe not call it that? I feel like a bear getting thrown a pumpkin covered in peanut butter.’ rocky simply gives him a thumb, not wanting to explain that a significant amount of the population sees grace as the celebrity savior scientist who rocky keeps as a controversially young trophy wife and publicly lavishes in gifts
My most closely guarded and precious to me headcanon about Heated Rivalry in-universe Hollanov RPF is that the VAST majority of the fics are top!Shane. They characterize him as a strong and silent type who eventually melts into a sweet, nervous service top when Ilya's brating and chirping and spreading legs finally convince Shane to let his guard down. Real Shane and Ilya are, of course, not remotely aware of this because I cannot TELL you how niche RPF as a community is and how completely off the radar the cloisters of stan Twitter would be to a couple of professional hockey players from the mid-2010s. However the fandom war caused by the conflicting characterizations of Shane in Hollanov fic versus Shayden fic does result in a middle school teacher in Saskatoon getting doxxed.
I think it would have been so fun and enriching for both Shane and Rose to have a little more time with Shane's situationship before the Hollanov Soft Launch. Neither of them ever went to college. They barely went to high school. They've been locked in on their respective high-intensity low-privacy careers since they were fifteen. Shane has been fucking with a fuckboi for seven years without ANYONE to talk to about it. Rose is just as starved for genuine human connection as Shane is.
They should have been given time to sit on Shane's couch while Rose plays Twenty Questions trying to get to the bottom of who Shane is fucking.
Shane should have told Rose about the Tampa hotel room and Rose should have hit him with a pillow and said, "NO. The fuck boy does NOT have a heart of gold, Shane Hollander."
Shane should have had the opportunity to text Rose, "I'm making a bad choice," and then two hours later, "Fuck I am DONE I am NEVER doing this again" because Ilya got up to shower too quickly and Shane hurt his own feelings about it.
There should be a series of texts in Rose and Shane's history that just say, "Relapsed," all of them sent at three in the morning accompanied by a selfie of Shane in Ilya's fuckass navy blue sheets. Rose's habitual response is Not a relapse if you never stopped 😐
They should have met up after Shane was up all night getting just absolutely railed into the mattress and Rose should have reached across the table to lift up Shane's hangover sunglasses and said, "That dick better be unbelievable," and Shane should have miserably said, "It is."
Shane should have gone incommunicado for four days after telling Rose that he was going to spend a long weekend in Boston and finally when Rose texts him a screen shot of an LAX -> BOS flight list and the words, "Proof of life or else." Shane just responds with a picture of Ilya's back turned and his hair a mess as he rummages in a cabinet for coffee beans. Rose responds, Whore. And then, two minutes later, Tell the fuck boy I said hi.
The only thing funnier than Shane and Sasha meeting through Svetlana and Shane immediately going TARGET SIGHTED and trying to kill Sasha with his mind is Shane walking into a modeling gig and sitting down in hair and make-up next to a guy he knows is a famous European model, Alexander Something, and Shane is polite so he does the whole Hey How Are You thing and having a chat with the guy who seems friendly enough, odd accent that Shane can't really place but their shared language is French and Shane is always worse at placing accents in French.
Then Ilya comes stumbling in from parking the car, carrying Shane's water bottle and Shane's sweater and Shane's car keys and Shane's stress ball and he drops all of that.
And Shane is like, "Bigfoot over there is my husband."
And Ilya is like, "What the fuck."
And Sasha is like, "So nice to meet your husband," but crucially he is not talking to Shane. And he says it in Russian.
And Shane stays quiet while he does some mental gymnastics.
And then he yells, "You're Sasha aren't you."
And THEN Shane tries to kill Sasha with his mind.
There's never been a fandom ghost like Cliff Marleau. He's a vampire. He's an ally. He's a latent bisexual. He a little confused but he got the spirit. He's imprinted on Ilya like a duckling. He has three sisters, all of them lesbians. He is 42. He is 28. He's French Canadian. He's from Florida. He is being psychosexually tormented by his best friend's thot husband. He is Hollanov's platonic third. He has a beautiful, terrifying wife. He's made out with Ilya but they were in Paris it's chill. Of course he's slept with men he's a fucking hockey player. He is Ilya's ex-husband.
In my mind, Shane's username is ShaneHollanderHockeyPlayer because there is another Shane Hollander who is a forensic anthropologist out of UC Berkeley who got the username ShaneHollander first. Shane's username was originally just ShaneHollander24 but that didn't differentiate between them enough and Shane was waking up once or twice a month to DMs like "Hey Shane my name is CSI Sanders with the Las Vegas crime lab we wanted to get your opinion on this scene in Henderson NV, hope you don't mind got your info from your office out in SF they said this was the best way to contact you" and several dozen images of what is clearly a violently murdered skeleton.
Shane Hollander the anthropologist has a standing invitation to any of the Metros games against the Mission and donates generously to the Irina Foundation every year. Also, he had to deactivate his professional accounts for a few days in 2021. Shane and Ilya sent him an edible arrangement. Ilya wrote "Sorry bone man :(" on the card when Shane wasn't looking.
Hi yes hello it’s me the local wizard, and I- Ok well “evil” feels like a strong word but yes, that’s me. Anyway, I need your help. I know I stole away the kingdoms 12 princesses, that’s my bad. Listen, I didn’t think this through. It didn’t occur to me that having a dozen angry young women from early teen to early 20s and giving them giant powerful wings would be a bad idea.
I know I’m the one who cast the curse but it can still only be broken with true love. I’m begging you, somebody, please come and fall in love with these girls and make them leave, I can’t take it anymore, it sucks so bad. I can’t keep getting viciously bullied by one of the largest living species of waterfowl anymore. I’ve tried running away but they can fly so they just find me. I’m getting nothing done.
I’ll pay you, I’ll grant you wishes, I don’t care, please just come and fall in love with the mean angry women who live in my yard and hate me so bad
I need everyone traveling to nj for the world cup to know that this is NOT, even conceivably, a walkable place. metlife stadium especially is in the middle of fuckall nowhere right next to Death highway. you cannot safely walk to it from literally anywhere except ultra-specific and ultra-price-gouged parking lots. your best bet is to use nj transit, which is a double whammy of suck because the prices are exorbitant and because it is Fucking. NJ. Transit. so not only will it be late and overcrowded, but it will also smell like piss the entire time. however, the upside is that you will get to leave the event with your life, because again, if you even attempt to walk it, you will get hit by Every car. an important thing to remember is that the bulk of new jerseyans do not care if you, or they for that matter, live or die if it means being slightly inconvenienced en route to the nearest dunkin or wawa. anyway, have fun, be safe, and buy the damn overpriced train ticket 🫶
“Eridians dislike earth because they abandoned Grace.” *Incorrect Buzzer Sound* ya missed the point of the story buddy! It’s not about someone being ‘bad’ it’s about the incredible power of love and that love being worth dying for!
Gimmie Eridians who are absolutely heartbroken to hear that humans where so desperate and so scared that they where willing to part with not just one Grace, there were three of them! Gimmie Eridians touched to find that the humans planned a way for their sacrifices to be as comfortable as possible. Gimmie Eridians who send earth a message saying “We know it must have hurt to send your heroes to die, but one made it and he’s safe here. We lost 22 good Eridians on the journey we would have lost 23 if not for your Grace.”
Give me humans sitting on Earth slowly coming to the conclusion that when we look up not only are we not alone, someone out there is alive because of one of us. That no matter what we think of ourselves a whole species thinks highly of us because we helped save the galaxy. Give me humans who figure out how to send a probe to Erid filled to the brim with messages for Grace and footage of a monument being raised that reads his name, his crews names, and then “in memory of the 22 Eridians who lost their lives on the journey to save the stars.”
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Can you imagine being stuck in space completely alone with only the corpses of your friends for company, and the first living thing you meet after 46 years of that misery is a fucking weird alien creature who just rolls up with crazy advanced tech and goes "hi let's work together" and makes it possible for you to save your world through the power of friendship and molecular biology. AND THEN you find out that in this creature's language, its name means "mercy". Happened to my good friend Rocky btw
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Can't sleep, and it's 01:30 on 1st or June so might as well post this now. Planned back in my bg3 phase and managed to actually finish it as well. No way!!!