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irina would call ilya her little star on account of all his freckles and moles. moya zvezdochka, she would coo and kiss the center of his left cheek and the tip of his right cheekbone and it always filled ilya with the warmth of her love.
anyway, one day, ilya would call shane his little star because he's always loved his freckles and trying to find the constellations in them, and shane would squirm about it. what about you, huh, he'd parry back, brushing his fingers over ilya's cheeks, all these beautiful marks; you're the star, not me . . . moya zvez-zvezdochka.
he'd trip over the pronunciation as he tried to mimic ilya, russian still too unfamiliar on his tongue but ilya wouldn't even notice. he'd be too stunned. because for him, loving shane's freckles is a cornerstone to him, something that he's been sure of since the moment they met. he'd never once stopped to consider it might have been the same for shane.
all i want for 2026 is that gigantic rancid AI bubble to finally burst in such a catastrophic way that the consequences will be so good and i'll never have to see another AI generated image ever again
a quick little Hollanov ficlet to celebrate the bday boy!!
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Lily: don't be sad
Shane: ??
Lily: I will win tonight just for you
Shane: fuck off
Lily: rude
Lily: is my special present for the birthday girl )))
Shane tells himself he's not going to watch the game.
It's always an odd scramble of feelings, to be out of the playoffs by his birthday. Doubly so, when Boston is doing so well. Rozanov has taken to texting Shane after every game, smugness radiating through the screen as he gives a triumphant, blow by blow rundown of his performances.
He details his goals and assists with a self-assured flair that has Shane rolling his eyes, while also fighting the urge to message back something desperate and mortifying. Like, and then what? As if Shane hasn't been keeping up with every game. It's an alien impulse, to want it in Rozanov's own words. And then what? Shane even types it out, once, before backspacing rapidly, scoffing at himself. It's something a vapid teen would say as she fawned over her boyfriend. Rozanov is not Shane's boyfriend. And god knows that Shane doesn't need to encourage him to be any more smug. He'd never hear the end of it.
It's just, Rozanov's been playing a sublime game, lately. And Shane's so hungry, to brush up against a part of it. That thing he and Rozanov share, that nobody else's game can reach. Intangible, obvious, electric. A looping circuit of more and better. Shane wants to be wired into it.
So Rozanov boasts and chirps and swirls it all through with a heavy helping of innuendo, but in amongst the bravado is the language Shane knows better than any other. The truth of the ice when it feels like an extension of your body, when the world slows around you and no one can catch you, when the game is a chessboard and your opponent can't even see the pieces. Lines in alignment, goals made. Even the brawls come clear and sharp and sweet. Rozanov knows it, the same way Shane knows it.
Shane's parents are in Montreal for the weekend, so they spend most of the day with him. It's a predictably relaxed schedule—a long early morning workout, presents opened alongside a takeout lunch from his favourite restaurant, a video call with Hayden's kids scream-singing happy birthday in a jumbled mix of English and French, and then to the couch for the annual Hollander family viewing of The Castle of Cagliostro. It's an exhale of a day, with the added luxury of getting to avoid being seen in public.
Then the evening comes. Shane's parents have gone back to their hotel, ready for an early morning departure, and Shane settles in to read, glancing at the clock on the wall. A little time yet before puck drop.
Not that he's going to spend any part of his birthday watching Rozanov play.
The words have fuzzed together on the page before Shane realises he's not taking any of it in. He's snapped out of it when his phone vibrates. Shane snatches it up off of the coffee table at once, was waiting for it, knows just whose name he'll see.
Lily: have your thing ready?
Shane: What thing?
Lily: your dildo friend
Shane feels his face go hot, still, at that, even in the safety and solitude of his own home.
Shane: Fuck you
Shane: Why?
Lily: is almost time for your birthday present
Lily: you get to fuck yourself
Lily: every time I score
Jesus.
Shane: You're a fucking lunatic
Lily: I bet you're hard for me already
Lily: aren't you Jane?
Lily: but be good
Lily: don't come until I get hat trick
There's no way he's responding to that. Shane shifts in his seat, then looks at the time again.
Shane: Shouldn't you be getting ready?
Lily: I am
Lily: are you?
Obviously Shane's not going to do it.
A few ridiculous words and what, he's just supposed to fall in line, do whatever Rozanov tells him to do? It's absurd. It's just another one of his mind games. It's a joke.
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male gaze is not 'when person look sexy' or 'when misogynist make film'
death of the author is not 'miku wrote this'
I don't think you have to read either essay to grasp the basic concepts
death of the author means that once a work is complete, what the author believes it to mean is irrelevant to critical analysis of what's in the text. it means when analysing the meaning of a text you prioritise reader interpretation above author intention, and that an interpretation can hold valid meaning even if it's utterly unintentional on the part of the person who created the thing. it doesn't mean 'i can ignore that the person who made this is a bigot' - it may in fact often mean 'this piece of art holds a lot of bigoted meanings that the author probably wasn't intentionally trying to convey but did anyway, and it's worth addressing that on its own terms regardless of whether the author recognises it's there.' it's important to understand because most artists are not consciously and vocally aware of all the possible meanings of their art, and because art is communal and interpretive. and because what somebody thinks they mean, what you think somebody means, and what a text is saying to you are three entirely different things and it's important to be able to tell the difference.
male gaze is a cinematographic theory on how films construct subjectivity (ie who you identify with and who you look at). it argues that film language assumes that the watcher is a (cis straight white hegemonically normative) man, and treats men as relatable subjects and women as unknowable objects - men as people with interior lives and women as things to be looked at or interacted with but not related to. this includes sexual objectification and voyeurism, but it doesn't mean 'finding a lady sexy' or 'looking with a sexual lens', it means the ways in which visual languages strip women of interiority and encourage us to understand only men as relatable people. it's important to understand this because not all related gaze theories are sexual in nature and if you can't get a grip on male gaze beyond 'sexual imagery', you're really going to struggle with concepts of white or abled or cis subjectivities.
People are so much more sad, and desparate, and lonely than you think. I have had three incidents in the last four months were a technician I was working with was being either dangerously unfocused (we work with high voltage), or just flat out angry with their coworkers, and every time when I just pulled them aside to say hey, this isn't you, you're nice, and you're competent, so something must be up - what can I do to help - they have responded by bursting into tears. One guy was struggling to get his wife moved into a care home, one guy just got served divorce papers, and the other hadn't slept a wink the night before because his daughter had the pukes.
I haven't spent my whole life responding to people being rude, or stupid, or dangerous with knee jerk compassion. It's a new habit. The first time I did that as the lead for my lab, it was because the guy genuinely was so good natured that I knew something had to be off. But the other two times were just me going, alright, lets see if it always goes this well, and so far, it has. I'm almost 30, and I just figured out that the #1 reason people are shitty are because they are going through shit.
I don't think you have, like, a moral obligation to respond to people being jerks with knee jerk compassion. But it has made my life so much easier the last four months that I would recommend trying. For your own sake. Please.
(I'll step off my soapbox now. Enjoy your Sunday.)
practice soft skills. shit is going to keep getting worse for a good while before it starts getting better. we need to be making an active effort to show ppl grace and kindness and understanding now, bc were all going thru it, and maintaining community is only gonna get more and more important from here on out. this isnt optional, its a survival skill
#WHAT a fucking read of the manic pixie dream girl#I want this desperately actually???#perfect quirky enigmatic mystery girl who has all the traits you don't but long for#and lives life with extreme confidence and whimsy doing whatever she truly wants#and she's the future you can have!! she's here because she loves you! she wants you to be happy!#she hated being you so she knows how much you hate being yourself but she's here to prove to you#that there is a joy you can attain#there is a self you will love (tags via @aethersea)
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we have to thank our brave soldiers in fandom who write gen fics. we have to thank our brave soldiers in fandom who write character studies and stories with no focus on romance or sex. we have to get on our knees and thank the brave soldiers in fandom who write about minor characters and friendship and family with no focus on romance or sex. i know it’s hard to care about characters in a world that seems to only revolve around ships but i see you. and i love you
I’ve seen a few mob aus floating around and it almost always has Ilya being a mob boss but I would like to posit the infinite more funny scenario of Ilya running the front selling kinda shitty sandwiches and Shane being the only customer
Like it’s an out of the way hole in the wall smear on the map but that’s why Shane picks it out in the first place, it’s quiet, next to the water, and open early as he’s on his way to the rink also the guy at the counter is HOT
The first time Shane comes in Ilya doesn’t even look up and just points him toward the back and says something in Russian, which really confuses Shane so he clears his throat and asks if this is where he’s supposed to order. Ilya kinda freezes then looks up and freezes again for an entirely different reason hot and has to scramble into some version of a service worker who’s desperately hoping this really fucking Hot man didn’t understand Ilya telling him to take the drugs to the back
Shane looks over the faded sparse menu hanging above and asks what’s good and Ilya blue screens for a second because he knows they don’t have half the ingredients listed up there, never mind the fact Ilya’s never actually made a sandwich here for anyone. So he goes with the simplest sandwich they have and puts all this charisma into hyping the hell out of This Sandwich because he literally can’t make anything else please just get the stupid sandwich please
And surprisingly Shane actually agrees, smiling at Ilya like he already trusts his judgment wholeheartedly, and when he asks if the have any ginger ale Ilya feels like even more of a piece of shit when he has to say they’re “fresh out” liar liar liar. The sandwich sucks, Ilya knows this as he’s putting fucking kraft mayo on cakey white bread and he’d kinda rather die than give the cute guy something so atrocious but he’s really out of options, silently cursing the abysmally low effort put into this front.
But Shane smiles anyways as Ilya hands it over and thanks him like he actually appreciates what Ilya did. Ilya nods and starts to walk away when he’s stopped by Shane telling him he still needs to pay him, holding his card out and Ilya kinda wants to scream because they don’t even have a god damn card reader so he switches back to maximum charm and tells Shane pretty boys get sandwiches for free which luckily stunlocks Shane long enough for Ilya to book it out of there and when he comes back to the front later the “store” is empty.
Ilya is, at the very least, proud of himself for getting out of that situation but also feels guilty as hell and hopes Shane doesn’t end up with food poisoning. He also decides they really do need to actually invest in the front and gets some better ingredients because that was wildly embarrassing and could definitely blow their cover if the wrong people show up. He also stocks ginger ale, just, because.
And surprisingly his efforts pay off because a few days later Shane is back. Not for a sandwich, because, let’s be real that one went in the trash after a single bite, but cause he feels wrong not having paid. Ilya, eager to redeem himself, tells him he can only charge him if he buys another sandwich, company policy of course. So in an effort to get the gross “stealing thief” feelings off him Shane relents and Ilya puts extra care into making something actually good. Shane is surprised it actually look appetizing and Ilya off handedly mentioned last time being a bad day, supply chain issues, yadda yadda, and he’s rewarded with that same genuine smile from before that makes his heart jump. As he’s ringing up the order he slides Shane a ginger ale and winks when he tells Shane he’ll see him next time.
Later when Shane checks he’ll see he was only charged one cent for the food (actually good this time), and so starts the endless cycle of Shane trying to pay Ilya who’s slowly improving the front to impress Shane and coming up with increasingly elaborate ways to undercharge Shane so he keeps coming back (all while hiding copious amounts of shady dealings, arms trafficking, and murder from the obliviously endearing hockey player who thinks he’s just found the perfect little sandwich shop with a stunning view)
Nearly four years ago, I released my first longfic with @etl-echo-audiobooks, one of my comfort re-reads, Tea and No Sympathy, by the inimitable @wholahoop. Even though I'd been recording audiobooks for many years by then, I didn't have my Drarry quite worked out like I do today.
So four years later, I bring you the remastered, re-recorded version, that somehow is a full hour longer??? Guess I've gotten slow in my old age.
And if that weren't enough, you're also getting a bonus @wholahoop as well, the hilarious Draco Malfoy: Toilet Supremo, originally written for one of my favorite fests, @hd-fan-fair. Altogether, that's over 10 hours of Drarry for your ears. And once you're done with that, there's over 180 other hours of Drarry in my works, as well as many other pairings and a few other fandoms.
Thank you to @wholahoop for having blanket permission since 2022 me would have been far too scared to ask permission to record this fic, no matter how much I love it. Thank you to everyone at @etl-echo-audiobooks who has supported me, beta'ed for me, edited out my yucky mouth noises, and put up with all my nonsense. And thank you to everyone who has listened, kudosed, and commented on my podfics - you all keep me going!
Without further ado, please enjoy ...
Tea and No Sympathy by @wholahoop (2026 version)
Rating: E
Length: 7.5 hours
Summary:
It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he's falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?
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Draco Malfoy: Toilet Supremo by @wholahoop
Rating: T
Length: 3 hours
Summary:
It must be a vision brought on by eating cheese sarnies too close to bedtime, Harry thinks. There's no way that Draco Malfoy can really be standing on his doorstep, calling himself a Toilet Supremo, and expecting Harry to buy not only this unlikeliest of scenarios, but also a new loo.
But no: Harry's eyes do not deceive him. Malfoy, Lord of Toilets, is really there. Which begs a very important question: what the hell is he up to, and what evil scheme is he about to unleash? Because there must be an evil scheme . . . mustn't there?
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they're always bringing experts or activists on the news to agitate about porn and there's a standard script for this that's like "I think sex education is important, I'm not anti-sex, but so much of this porn is violent and misogynistic if not outright illegal, and it's far too accessible to our children"
I want to see someone finally be brave enough to say that the government should just make its own porn for teenagers that accords with community values, so they don't have to go to these shady places to get it. I think the government porn would probably be pretty bad but I would be so eager to hear about the process of designing it. there would be so many stakeholders and consultations. in canada it would have to be bilingual
no-one would find it at all sexy at first but then in 20 years there'd be a thriving fetish scene where people develop elaborate codes and practices around culturally-embedded tropes from government porn
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