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Summary:

Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov live a simple life. They make breakfast with their daughter, Olive. They go to work. They do laundry. But beneath the surface is a spreading decay eating away at their marriage, their relationship with their child, and the way they interact with the world around them, which they're completely unwilling to acknowledge. Will they do the work to get back what once was? Is there anything worth saving?

Or

The Omegaverse Blue Valentine AU no one asked for but that I haven't been able to stop thinking of since Hudson mentioned his love for Michelle Williams.

WC: 26,394

Excerpt:

“You! What is your name?” He asked gruffly from his seat at one of the tables, legs sprawled in front of him like he was at home and not at a nursing home.

Shane stared at him blankly, his brain working through the request. Not because he didn’t understand the question, but because he couldn't understand why he’d asked it.

He peered over his shoulder just to be sure, and pointed at himself. “Me?”

The blonde man shrugged. “Yes, you. I know everyone else here. Agnes and I clean up at the poker table on Thursdays.”

Agnes did nothing to negate this story, let the man bump their shoulders together like they were lifelong friends. It was so weird.

“Shane. Shane Hollander.” He answered, not sure why he answered him.

He went back to his job of doling out juice and cups of jello. And he didn’t think about blonde curls or too-tight T-shirts on dumb alphas. Bobby wouldn’t like him thinking about other guys. The thought of Bobby alone is enough to dampen his thoughts. He could feel his scent glands go sour, only knowing it must be bad because Ilya seemed to notice through his scent blockers. Eddie, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice much of anything, let alone the other omegas in the room. Shane could feel the Russian guy’s eyes on him while he worked.

“Ilya.” He called out over a hand of cards.

“Huh?”

He placed a queen of hearts down, much to the irritation of Agnes. Shane couldn’t understand why. He had no idea what durak was.

“My name. Ilya. Ilya Rozanov. You wanted to know my name.”

It made him pause and then smile against his will. The playful cockiness of it all. It was kind of stupid, and he likes it.

“No, I didn’t.”

Ilya tilted his head in silent question. “I’m pretty sure you did.”

Shane realized he was messing with him. He seemed to enjoy messing with him.

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not seeing a lot of people on here talking about ICE murdering another man yesterday. His name was Lorenzo Salgado Arajou. He was a Mexican man living in Huston Texas. He was killed at age 52 and lived the past 35 years here in the USA, and was in the process of obtaining a work permit. He was shot and killed during a traffic stop that ICE claims was part of a targeted operation, and claimed he was “weaponizing his vehicle”- the same claim ICE agents made when they shot and murdered Renee Good.

During the stop, Lorenzo had 3 coworkers with him in his truck who have all been taken into ICE custody.

His family described Lorenzo as a hardworking family man who didn’t deserve to be killed. All he wanted was to provide for his wife and see his sons become great people. His eldest son recognized his father by his cries and pleas when trying to identify who the victim was.

The Salgado Araujo family has set up a gofundme to help with funeral and legal costs, and to help keep their family supported since Lorenzo was the sole provider.

On the morning of July 7, 2026, Lorenzo Salgado Araujo was ta… LULAC Institute, Inc. needs your support for In Loving Memory of Lorenzo Salg

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On Saturday I said to my partner, as I have said for months, "A ten thousand dollar a year raise would solve so many of my problems."

As of this morning I was reluctantly looking for jobs because I love my job and don't want to leave it, but see: $10k raise problem solver.

As of noon today this was no longer an issue, because my boss called me with the news that I was getting a $10K merit raise.

I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. This is roughly $200 extra per paycheck. Enough to pay off debt faster, rebuild my savings, and spend a weekend a month in Milwaukee getting obscenely laid. The sex I'm going to have on $200 extra per paycheck. You can't even.

May all of you get the $10K raise your soul has yearned for. And whatever level of sex you can be satisfied with for $200.

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hey bestie i think ur post might be charmed 'cause you aren't gonna fuckin believe what happened today

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zankivich

Summary:

Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov live a simple life. They make breakfast with their daughter, Olive. They go to work. They do laundry. But beneath the surface is a spreading decay eating away at their marriage, their relationship with their child, and the way they interact with the world around them, which they're completely unwilling to acknowledge. Will they do the work to get back what once was? Is there anything worth saving?

Or

The Omegaverse Blue Valentine AU no one asked for but that I haven't been able to stop thinking of since Hudson mentioned his love for Michelle Williams.

WC: 26,394

Excerpt:

“You! What is your name?” He asked gruffly from his seat at one of the tables, legs sprawled in front of him like he was at home and not at a nursing home.

Shane stared at him blankly, his brain working through the request. Not because he didn’t understand the question, but because he couldn't understand why he’d asked it.

He peered over his shoulder just to be sure, and pointed at himself. “Me?”

The blonde man shrugged. “Yes, you. I know everyone else here. Agnes and I clean up at the poker table on Thursdays.”

Agnes did nothing to negate this story, let the man bump their shoulders together like they were lifelong friends. It was so weird.

“Shane. Shane Hollander.” He answered, not sure why he answered him.

He went back to his job of doling out juice and cups of jello. And he didn’t think about blonde curls or too-tight T-shirts on dumb alphas. Bobby wouldn’t like him thinking about other guys. The thought of Bobby alone is enough to dampen his thoughts. He could feel his scent glands go sour, only knowing it must be bad because Ilya seemed to notice through his scent blockers. Eddie, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice much of anything, let alone the other omegas in the room. Shane could feel the Russian guy’s eyes on him while he worked.

“Ilya.” He called out over a hand of cards.

“Huh?”

He placed a queen of hearts down, much to the irritation of Agnes. Shane couldn’t understand why. He had no idea what durak was.

“My name. Ilya. Ilya Rozanov. You wanted to know my name.”

It made him pause and then smile against his will. The playful cockiness of it all. It was kind of stupid, and he likes it.

“No, I didn’t.”

Ilya tilted his head in silent question. “I’m pretty sure you did.”

Shane realized he was messing with him. He seemed to enjoy messing with him.

zankivich

Reblogging bc no one read it the first time 🤣

zankivich

Summary:

Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov live a simple life. They make breakfast with their daughter, Olive. They go to work. They do laundry. But beneath the surface is a spreading decay eating away at their marriage, their relationship with their child, and the way they interact with the world around them, which they're completely unwilling to acknowledge. Will they do the work to get back what once was? Is there anything worth saving?

Or

The Omegaverse Blue Valentine AU no one asked for but that I haven't been able to stop thinking of since Hudson mentioned his love for Michelle Williams.

WC: 26,394

Excerpt:

“You! What is your name?” He asked gruffly from his seat at one of the tables, legs sprawled in front of him like he was at home and not at a nursing home.

Shane stared at him blankly, his brain working through the request. Not because he didn’t understand the question, but because he couldn't understand why he’d asked it.

He peered over his shoulder just to be sure, and pointed at himself. “Me?”

The blonde man shrugged. “Yes, you. I know everyone else here. Agnes and I clean up at the poker table on Thursdays.”

Agnes did nothing to negate this story, let the man bump their shoulders together like they were lifelong friends. It was so weird.

“Shane. Shane Hollander.” He answered, not sure why he answered him.

He went back to his job of doling out juice and cups of jello. And he didn’t think about blonde curls or too-tight T-shirts on dumb alphas. Bobby wouldn’t like him thinking about other guys. The thought of Bobby alone is enough to dampen his thoughts. He could feel his scent glands go sour, only knowing it must be bad because Ilya seemed to notice through his scent blockers. Eddie, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice much of anything, let alone the other omegas in the room. Shane could feel the Russian guy’s eyes on him while he worked.

“Ilya.” He called out over a hand of cards.

“Huh?”

He placed a queen of hearts down, much to the irritation of Agnes. Shane couldn’t understand why. He had no idea what durak was.

“My name. Ilya. Ilya Rozanov. You wanted to know my name.”

It made him pause and then smile against his will. The playful cockiness of it all. It was kind of stupid, and he likes it.

“No, I didn’t.”

Ilya tilted his head in silent question. “I’m pretty sure you did.”

Shane realized he was messing with him. He seemed to enjoy messing with him.

zankivich

Summary:

Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov live a simple life. They make breakfast with their daughter, Olive. They go to work. They do laundry. But beneath the surface is a spreading decay eating away at their marriage, their relationship with their child, and the way they interact with the world around them, which they're completely unwilling to acknowledge. Will they do the work to get back what once was? Is there anything worth saving?

Or

The Omegaverse Blue Valentine AU no one asked for but that I haven't been able to stop thinking of since Hudson mentioned his love for Michelle Williams.

WC: 26,394

Excerpt:

“You! What is your name?” He asked gruffly from his seat at one of the tables, legs sprawled in front of him like he was at home and not at a nursing home.

Shane stared at him blankly, his brain working through the request. Not because he didn’t understand the question, but because he couldn't understand why he’d asked it.

He peered over his shoulder just to be sure, and pointed at himself. “Me?”

The blonde man shrugged. “Yes, you. I know everyone else here. Agnes and I clean up at the poker table on Thursdays.”

Agnes did nothing to negate this story, let the man bump their shoulders together like they were lifelong friends. It was so weird.

“Shane. Shane Hollander.” He answered, not sure why he answered him.

He went back to his job of doling out juice and cups of jello. And he didn’t think about blonde curls or too-tight T-shirts on dumb alphas. Bobby wouldn’t like him thinking about other guys. The thought of Bobby alone is enough to dampen his thoughts. He could feel his scent glands go sour, only knowing it must be bad because Ilya seemed to notice through his scent blockers. Eddie, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice much of anything, let alone the other omegas in the room. Shane could feel the Russian guy’s eyes on him while he worked.

“Ilya.” He called out over a hand of cards.

“Huh?”

He placed a queen of hearts down, much to the irritation of Agnes. Shane couldn’t understand why. He had no idea what durak was.

“My name. Ilya. Ilya Rozanov. You wanted to know my name.”

It made him pause and then smile against his will. The playful cockiness of it all. It was kind of stupid, and he likes it.

“No, I didn’t.”

Ilya tilted his head in silent question. “I’m pretty sure you did.”

Shane realized he was messing with him. He seemed to enjoy messing with him.

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Nia Long for The Source Magazine (1999)

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Loyalty (1869)

— by Briton Rivière

Loyalty (2025)

— by Ilya Rozanov

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Kara Young and Mallori Johnson at the premiere of “Is God Is”

Summary:

Shane and Ilya usher in the finale of Canada Day. Kip offers Shane an opportunity for companionship. Shane and Ilya have a fight and the rest of the gang meet to plot and scheme and not help in any way whatsoever. Observations are made. Hearts are cracked, but not broken. Not completely. Door handles are though.

WC: 21k

Exceprt:

They walk off in lock step towards the quieter end of the beach. There’s a large fallen branch that acts as a love seat for them to rest their plates on and sit mostly free from the sun. Shane doesn’t know where to start, still reeling from his conversation with Kip. And Ilya doesn’t move to fill the silence either. So they sit together for a while, the sun warming their backs, and the spray from the ocean waves against the sand sometimes wetting their lips. It’s calming, the scenery. Maybe it’s what makes it easier to speak. Between torn pieces of sourdough and shared salt and vinegar chips.

“So…I don’t know if we’re fighting or not.” Shane starts for them both, rubbing at the sea salt starting to stain his lips. “I feel bad that I don’t know, and I keep having to ask you to hold my hand through this entire relationship…But I promise I’m trying.”

“I know you are.” Ilya sighs quickly and grabs for Shane’s ankle nestled amongst the sand, his thumb digging into the jut of the bone to help ground him. “Is not a matter of will. I know this.”

Shane breathed deep because the touch really does help, and looks him in the eyes.

“Then why won’t you talk to me? I mean, really talk to me?” He asks. “You’re hiding from me, I know it.”

“I am not hiding. I don’t ever want to hide from you. But I don’t have the answers you need. So…sometimes I think is better to stay silent than to risk hurting you.”

Shane pauses to see how it feels. Where it lives. And it kind of irritates him. It buzzes somewhere near his throat and fills his eardrums like water or wax. It tingles in his fingers like some sort of agency he’s been robbed of, a decision made for him instead of by him.

Shane frowned, turning closer to Ilya, his food forgotten, “That’s not fair…You can’t know that.”

And Ilya just stares at him like it should be obvious. Like he’s not breaking new ground, but rehashing the old that Shane hadn’t been diligent enough to notice.

“Shane, is what I do for you…It’s how we work, da? Always”