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after you read the poem “the woman dies” a lot of media makes you mad

Excerpts from The Woman Dies by Aoko Matsuda

I think it’s important to acknowledge the ways Yuna and David fucked up, and also that they operate trying their best for the son they sincerely love and want to do right by

But i don’t think i will ever, ever be over that they didn’t know what to do when Shane was having a meltdown at the table and Ilya did

Ilya looks to them first, giving them the opportunity to act, assuming they will bc they (in theory) should know how to handle this better than him

But they don’t. Being gay isn’t the only thing Shane has masked from his parents and it makes me want to sit on the floor and cry

totallyboatless

@raan-miir-tah WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS

mutinsfromthemoon

they’re at the gathering of some centaurs teammate’s house and shane feeling a bit overwhelmed with the guys loud and goes inside the house for a little, not leaving before kissing ilya’s head. it took a while and ilya’s feeling antsy, now that they’re married, they spend a lot of time together so when they’re apart it feels kinda hollow. so ilya finally gives in and goes inside after him, and when he gets there he follows the sound of voices toward the tv room and finds the WAGs, harris, troy, and luca all hanging out, and he can only see shane’s back from where he's standing. no one in the room has noticed him yet, and then one of the WAGs asks "what's the thing you love the most about ilya?" and shane just answers "there’s too many to pick just one” he chuckle “but i love how safe he makes me feel, like i can just be myself around him and also how big his heart is. he just has so much love that sometimes it overflows. he’s the most lovable person in the entire world" everyone in the room is smiling soft at shane, some even says “aww” “you two are so cute” and ilya’s heart is about to combust right there, but then he steps in and goes “and how good at hockey i am” and everyone’s eyes snap to him, and shane’s like “ilya” and ilya explains “i’m sorry sweetheart, but if i don’t joke right now i will cry in front of everyone”

sunsglue

hollanov i am fond of u 🫰🏻

sweetangelfart

I bet David and Yuna have a bet going on whenever the boys stay over in their house for the night on whether or not they do naughty things.

Yuna at the beginning is like 'urgh David not our shane, not under our roof' 😆😆 and David will just smile with a cheeky twinkle in his eye with a 'sure dear so 20 dollars?' 'You're on!'

The bed in their son's childhood room is heard creaking very lightly at 11 pm and Yuna is the first to notice. She glances the sleeping man next to her hoping that he's fast asleep, but a heavy arm drapes across her waist pulling her into the warmth of her husband.

He sleepily murmers, "I think this is round 2 actually." And she feels her cheeks burning.

"Oh my god David, how do you even know that?"

"I know my sons"

"Ew that sounds so wrong"

"My love, they've been together for nearly 15 years now. Surely you know they're having sex with each other."

"I know that! I just.... I don't need to hear my literal child having sex!"

"Well, he's an adult who has a husband he's happily married to and they'reboth in their prime years of life while they play a physically straining game for a living...i would suggest you use your ear plugs. But then again, They're not even being that loud"

"David!" Yuna hisses, giving his arm a slap which results in David chuckling.

"Want me to distract you darling?" He says rubbing her stomach and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her shoulder

"David I swear to god!"

"uh huh, then you better be quiet and let me take care of you"

And David is anything if not efficient. Yuna needs to press a pillow to her face in order to not moan outloud as her thighs shake.

Down the hallway, shane has had to stuff his mouth with a pair of (clean!) Underwear while ilya fucks him cause he will not have his mother finding out the noises he makes in bed!

Yuna pretends to not notice purple spot on her son's stomach as his shirt rides up while he's trying to get flour out of the top cabinet and ilya can barely suppress the smirk growing on his face as he notices a hickey at the base of Yuna's throat that he's certain wasn't there yesterday.

Ahh the horny hollanders agenda stays strong 💪 💖

fightingbymoonlight

Seeing people I know and like using AI is making me understand the protagonists of those old time sci fi dystopia's.

"Oh I don't normally use AI, I just wanted it to plan my trip"

You lived on this planet for decades, you know what you like, there are hundreds of websites where you can type into any search engine " things to do in [area]" and have at least a hundred different options.

"Oh I only use it so I can figure out what to make during the week with what I have"

The most popular website as you type in "recipes" into google have sections where you click dinner- quick and easy and those usually rely on staples + 1 or 2 items. I found 30 recipes on chicken alone.

"I had a writing idea, so I typed a few sentences into Chat GPT and I was able to write 20 pages with it."

Youdidn'twriteit.Youdidn'twriteit.youdidn'twriteit.youdidn'twriteit.YOUDIDN'TWRITEIT.YOUDIDN'TWRITEIT.YOUDIDN'TWRITEIT.

liberalsarecool

Cosign.

derinthescarletpescatarian

tinylilhollander

What they're asked: What's your favorite color?

What Shane thinks: The powdery hue of lines beneath the ice. The steel of the lake on a stormy day. The cracked paint on Dad's old rowboat. The rare frosty patch of sky visible through the clouds in winter. The veins along Ilya's arms that I could spend hours tracing. Ilya's eyes when the sun hits them just right, like the clearest tropical lagoon. I always wish I could dive right into them and hold my breath for as long as possible. The inky sky from the deck of our cottage on a summer's night, after the fire has died down, right before we finally decide to go to bed.

What Ilya thinks: The neon zing of my favorite car. The sunrise above the lake on a crisp morning. The soft golden patches of fur above Anya's ears. The warm crackle of the fire in our fire pit. Shane's skin in the amber glow of the bedside lamp. Shane's eyes when the sun hits them just right, like warm beach sand trying to hold onto the last light of the day. I always wish I could lie back on them, listen to the sound of the waves, and just breathe. The glow of the cottage windows when Shane finally douses the last of the coals and says it's time for bed.

What Shane says: Blue.

What Ilya Says: Orange.

jewelcoatfish

hollanov at one of bood’s bbq one fine day and one of the wags (lisa hayes, wyatt’s wife) was complaining about curly products no longer good for her hair since she moved to ottawa, and shane started asking her questions about her hair, then eventually suggesting a bunch of products to her. lisa assumed it was what was in ilya’s shower and since ilya’s hair always looked so good, shane’s recommendations should be solid.

they met again at a post-game party a few weeks after and lisa was gushing to the other wags about how shane knows the products so well and ilya takes such good care of his curls. ilya happened to walk by their table and get called into discussion about hair products. to which he shrugged and said he used whatever shane bought. always worked out for him, didn’t it?

it turned out that when he moved from boston, the good old shampoo and conditioners didn’t work with the weather anymore, and for a while ilya’s curls were a bit dry and untamed. it bothered him a little, but he still looked hot with it being messy, so he complained once when he was getting ready in the morning to shane then let it go. shane then went on a extensive research on curly hair and weathers and products, with an entire spreadsheet on convenience and length of routine because they were athletes and can’t really spend too long scrunching curls. trials and experiments landed him on a few products that were easy to apply daily, and some extra stuff ilya could use every once in a while to keep the hair shiny.

ilya sort of forgot about the extra stuff most times, so shane took it as his responsibilities to sit him down and properly go through the deep care routine. usually ilya sat on the floor and shane on the sofa, and shane would massage the products into his scalp and ilya slowly dozed off on shane’s lap, and he would always wake up with shane sometimes playing with his hair, or massaging his temples. it’s ilya’s favorite time, and he loved being pampered by shane so much that when they started playing together on the cens and live together full time, he would bring all his products to the living room and sit between shane’s leg.

the cens and wags thinks shane is generally a more high maintenance person with his skincare regime and his laundry habits (disclosed by a drunk ilya rozanov yapping about how his husband’s way of folding a sweater is the hottest thing ever graced planet earth), but once shane was comfortable sharing with them all during parties they soon realized ilya rozanov - menace, cool guy, king of the dgaf war - is the biggest diva on hair maintenance.

which then led to them realizing shane and ilya had carved their own life to accommodate the other so meticulously that it was impossible to maintain either of them at that point. the pair of them practically conditioned the other into receiving the highest standard treatment.

jewelcoatfish

hollanov at one of bood’s bbq one fine day and one of the wags (lisa hayes, wyatt’s wife) was complaining about curly products no longer good for her hair since she moved to ottawa, and shane started asking her questions about her hair, then eventually suggesting a bunch of products to her. lisa assumed it was what was in ilya’s shower and since ilya’s hair always looked so good, shane’s recommendations should be solid.

they met again at a post-game party a few weeks after and lisa was gushing to the other wags about how shane knows the products so well and ilya takes such good care of his curls. ilya happened to walk by their table and get called into discussion about hair products. to which he shrugged and said he used whatever shane bought. always worked out for him, didn’t it?

it turned out that when he moved from boston, the good old shampoo and conditioners didn’t work with the weather anymore, and for a while ilya’s curls were a bit dry and untamed. it bothered him a little, but he still looked hot with it being messy, so he complained once when he was getting ready in the morning to shane then let it go. shane then went on a extensive research on curly hair and weathers and products, with an entire spreadsheet on convenience and length of routine because they were athletes and can’t really spend too long scrunching curls. trials and experiments landed him on a few products that were easy to apply daily, and some extra stuff ilya could use every once in a while to keep the hair shiny.

ilya sort of forgot about the extra stuff most times, so shane took it as his responsibilities to sit him down and properly go through the deep care routine. usually ilya sat on the floor and shane on the sofa, and shane would massage the products into his scalp and ilya slowly dozed off on shane’s lap, and he would always wake up with shane sometimes playing with his hair, or massaging his temples. it’s ilya’s favorite time, and he loved being pampered by shane so much that when they started playing together on the cens and live together full time, he would bring all his products to the living room and sit between shane’s leg.

the cens and wags thinks shane is generally a more high maintenance person with his skincare regime and his laundry habits (disclosed by a drunk ilya rozanov yapping about how his husband’s way of folding a sweater is the hottest thing ever graced planet earth), but once shane was comfortable sharing with them all during parties they soon realized ilya rozanov - menace, cool guy, king of the dgaf war - is the biggest diva on hair maintenance.

which then led to them realizing shane and ilya had carved their own life to accommodate the other so meticulously that it was impossible to maintain either of them at that point. the pair of them practically conditioned the other into receiving the highest standard treatment.

okoyestrainee

I know Ilya loves encouraging Shane’s pettier impulses. Not because Ilya is king of pettiness or a bitchy person. I mean, he can be, but those aren’t primary facets of his personality.

No—it’s because one thing Ilya knows is two things for certain. One: Shane is the best. THE best. Ilya talks a big game and he can back it up because he’s a generational talent in his own right, sure, but he is not Shane Hollander. He teases his husband and calls him “second best player in the league” because it gets Shane in a mood that always leads to fun (and that’s business that stays between Ilya, several ruined sets of sheets, and the thin walls of multiple hotel rooms). When you get down to it, he’s the famous and amazing Ilya Rozanov, yes, but that’s…that’s Shane Hollander. Shane “break the internet, top two and I ain’t number two” Hollander. Shane Thee Hollander.

Two: despite being Shane Thee Hollander, first of his name, baddest of bitches, and the Beyoncé of their field (and a cutie patootie on top of all that), Shane is not loud about his accomplishments—and Ilya thinks he should be. Shane lets the accomplishments speak for themselves. He achieves, breaks records, wins and wins and fucking wins some more, and just keeps going. He’s a force of nature. Ilya thinks his husband should have an opportunity to be loud, braggadocious, and downright obnoxious if and when he wants because, again, he’s Shane fucking Hollander.

So when Shane starts off a conversation with “I’m going to say something kind of mean,” Ilya rolls out the proverbial red carpet. Talk your shit, baby. I’m all ears.

“He’s really confident for someone with such low shooting accuracy.” Exactly. The nerve of him to even breathe your air, much less chirp at you.

“…but if I showed up in that outfit, Twitter would never let me hear the end of it!” You’re so right. He looked awful.

“Fuck him! And not in the good way!” Yup! Say it again! Matter of fact, let me get you a microphone.

“I love Hayden—as a friend, Ilya, Jesus—but maybe a vasectomy is a good idea.” I’d put ten babies in you if I could, but you’re still absolutely right about this. Jackie’s had enough.

“I respect Scott, but he’s not exactly in his prime, you know?” Scott is a dinosaur. It’s a miracle that he dodged the asteroid and made it this long without turning into dust. We should call and tell him ourselves.

“Our wedding was better.” Of course it was. I got to marry you. Any event with you at the center is the best. All the others are bullshit.

“I’m not taking that shit from some fucker with a receding hairline and no points for an entire season. Pick a struggle, asshole.” We should book him a flight to Turkey for one of those procedures. Can’t fix the other thing, though.

“Was that too mean?” Never! Say more, my love. Insult his mother. Shit-talk his teeth. You know he had a nose job last season? Supposedly it was to fix a break, but everyone knows that’s bullshit.