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the idea that hollander "tamed" rozanov is really funny to shane because like. ilya finds it hot and is always going along with it, yes of course my husband is so sexy why do you think i moved to this boring fucking city. for dick. meanwhile shane knows the truth which is that ilya tamed himself. he herded shane like a sheepdog until he was exactly in the right position for ilya to flop down at his feet and say i love you, i am a one man guy, sleep with other people if you want but you are it for me, so shane is always there like ??? ilya. what are you talking about. i was literally prepared to be a secret slot on your roster for the rest of time without even admitting that i was gay until you decided to have me over make me lunch and say my name while you come like a love confession and ilya goes lyubmiyy. shut up. i was untamable you tamed the untamable and so shane has to be like yes, baby, i worked so hard, i used all my tricks but he's rolling his eyes because ilya wants to be a wolf shane coaxed inside to sleep on the hearth but instead he's a cat who snuck through the window and fell in love with his prey. self domesticated. and this is just one of the many perfect games they play
No, really, he was going to throw up. He could feel the bile rising in his throat as his panicked breaths came out faster and faster.
He had just left the meeting with coach Theriault, Marcel, and Greg Vance, in which he was basically told that he shouldn’t bother coming back to finish the season, and that he should get his things and go.
It wasn’t like Shane thought they’d renew his contract next year, but not letting him finish the season? That was a new low.
A voice in his head, one that sounded suspiciously like Ilya, wanted to smile and wish Theriault good luck winning this year without him. But Shane simply swallowed his tears and left the office without saying anything.
Fuck, he needed to get his shit together. He was still the team captain, no matter what Theriault and Vance said, and he needed to talk to the team. Explain, let them know what’s going on.
Fuck, they’re going to hate him.
All he wanted at the moment was to curl into a ball against Ilya back home, block everything and everyone else. He wanted his fucking fiancé, wanted to hold his hand and rest his head against his chest, wanted the feeling of safety that came from being near Ilya.
Jesus, he wanted Ilya so bad right now.
His fiancé had offered to accompany him, but Shane declined, knowing that having Ilya there would only make things worse with his team. Hayden had tried to make it sound better than it probably was,but Shane knew they were furious with him.
Fuck.
He couldn’t do this. He wasn’t breathing right, his head was pounding almost as hard as his heart, and his limbs felt like they were stuck in cement.
He was going to die right here. What a shame to die so young. Shane had always taken care of his body, careful not to eat or drink anything that would harm it, and yet he was going to die at 28 years old right here in the hallway.
Shane hadn’t noticed that he had sunk to the floor, back pressed against the wall, until he felt two arms shaking him lightly.
“Shane?” Hayden’s worried voice reached his ears. “Shane, can you hear me?”
Shane managed to nod lightly, his head tucked between his knees.
“Ok. You- You are having a panic attack.”
No shit.
“Do you want me to call-”
Shane shook his head. As much as he wanted Ilya to be here right now- and god, he wanted that so bad, he didn’t want to worry the other man more than he already had. Besides, he can handle this. He will handle this, the moment he stops breathing like a cat with asthma.
“Ok, did the-” Shane could hear the hesitation in Hayden’s voice. “Did the meeting not go well?”
Shane struggled to hold in a choked sob. When had he started crying? He needed to get his shit together.
“I am done here,” He managed to say through panicd breathes.
“Don’t be ridiculous, they won’t-”
“They told me not to come back,” Shane let his anger fuel him, managing to lift his head from between his knees to look at his best friend, who was kneeling beside him. “I can’t even finish the fucking season.”
Hayden stared at him as if Shane had grown a second head. “No way, that’s- that’s insane-”
“Apparently, they really don’t want to have a fag on the team,” Shane let his head drop back against the wall. “Fuck, I- Hayden, I don’t know what to fucking do.”
“Hey,” Hayden grabbed his arm. “No. That’s- They are just being stupid right now, ok? They’ll- they’ll realize that they made a mistake in no time. You are the best player this team has ever seen. They will not let you go so easily. Vance is a dick, but there is no way he is that stupid.”
Shane knew that Hayden was wrong. Vance was that stupid. He would rather let Shane go and cost the team this season than allow him to play after what he had learned.
Nevertheless, having Hayden there, talking to him and grabbing his arm, helped Shane calm down a bit and ground himself.
“Vance would rather kill himself than have a fag play on his team.” Shane’s voice was a bit steadier now. “But that’s- that’s ok. I mean, not ok ok, but, I- we thought it might happen. I’ll be fine.”
“Don’t say that,” Hayden said instinctively. He looked torn between anger, guilt, and sadness. The three emotions battled for their place across his face before he shook his head, as if trying to throw them away. “What are you going to do?”
“I’ll probably go play for Ottawa,” Shane confessed. “Andlauer had already reached out to me earlier this year. They are three players short of their cap, and I don't mind taking a pay cut. It’ll be... It’ll be nice, playing with Ilya. Together.”
Despite the shity situation, Shane felt a ghost of a smile tug on his lips at the thought of playing with Ilya, of waking up next to him every single day.
As if he could read his mind, Hayden smiled at him. “Shit, man, I’m happy for you. I mean- this is a shit situation, and this whole thing is fucked, but you and Rozanov on the same line?” He shook his head. “Maybe Ottawa will finally win for the first time in forever.”
He smiled when his joke dragged a laugh out of his best friend. “So, how do you want to do this? Do you want me to talk to the guys, or-”
“No,” Shane took a deep breath and lifted his head to meet Hayden’s eyes. “I’ll do it. Still the captain for now, right?”
“Damm straight,” Hayden agreed. “Or, I mean, not straight, but you know-”
“Hayden.”
“What?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“On it!” Hayden stood and offered Shane his arm to pull him up. “Hey, you know that I’ll always be here for you, right, man? Like, even if you’ll play for Ottawa or fucking Boston, you’ll always be my best friend.”
Shane blinked away his tears before giving Hayden a small grin. “You’re just afraid of losing your best babysitter.”
“That too,” He smiled at him as they started walking to the locker room. “So, how do you want to do this?”
That was a great question. The truthful answer was that Shane absolutely did not want to do this and would have preferred very much to just go home to his fiancé. However, he couldn’t run away from this. His team deserved an explanation.
“I’ll be honest with them. There really is nothing else to do, I mean, at the very least I can explain myself to them.”
Hayden frowned. “You don’t have to explain shit to them.”
Shane sighed and shook his head. “Feels like I do.”
They walked together silently until they reached the locker room. Shane drew a big breath.
In. Out. In. Out.
“Wish me luck,” He attempted to copy one of Ilya’s signature smirks, but the expression on Hayden’s face told him that it probably looked more like a grimace.
He opened the door.
The room was silent.
Wow. Great. Wonderful start that 100% helped ease his anxiety regarding this situation. Fuck his life.
Shane cleared his throat as if to draw everyone's attention, but there was no need for that. All eyes in the room were already on him.
Hayden slipped quietly behind him and took a seat near his locker, looking at Shane with an expression that was probably meant to be reassuring, but at the moment made Shane feel like a prisoner on death row awaiting execution.
“I, uh,”
Great start.
“I didn’t mean for you to find out this way,” He started. “I wanted to talk to you before, but...”
“Sure you did,” Andropov snorted.
Shane Elected to ignore that.
“I didn’t want you to find something else through the news, so,” Shane fidgeted with his hands behind his back, staring at the wall above Wilson. “I will not be finishing the season here.”
The room was still silent.
“I want you guys to know that it was not my decision. I have been... It was an honour, playing for this club, playing with you. This decision was made for me, and I truly wish you guys the best of luck.”
Olsson mumbled something.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
“I said, Finally, some good decisions from Vance.” Olsson stared at him with hatred Shane had never seen on his teammate’s face before.
“Olsson, shut the fuck up,” Hayden interjected.
“Of course, you stand up to the fag. Probably bends over for you, too, huh?”
“That’s out of line,” Shane interfered before Hayden started throwing punches. “You are allowed to be upset, but-”
“Upset?!?!” Comeau stood up. “You have been throwing away games for your little boyfriend just so he could fuck you in the ass, and you talk about being upset?”
Wow. Fuck no.
“I have never thrown a single fucking game,” Shane began to feel angry. “I never have, and I never will. Just because Ilya and I are together does not mean we go easy on each other on the ice, and you of all people should know that, Comeau. Or did you conviniently forgot that your girlfriend’s brother is Cale Wagner?”
“That’s different, and you know it. I don’t suck her brother’s dick.”
Maybe you should, you might inherit some of his talent through his dick, that will be helpfull you talentless motherfucker. The voice in his head, Ilya’s voice, said.
Shane ignored it. “I don’t see why it is. I have played against Ilya countless times, just like you played against Cale. No one has ever accused you of letting him win, so what’s the difference here?”
“Oh come on, do you think we’re stupid?” Drapeau threw his arms in the air. “We have eyes, Captain. You want us to believe that, what, you suddenly don’t know how to skate when he’s around?”
“Excuse me?” Shane blinked, becoming furious. “I still have the highest scoring rating and puck possessions than all of you. I have more assists this year than in any year before at this time, and I have scored multiple times against Ottawa, while Rozanov was playing.”
“And yet we don’t win against him,” Drapeau rolled his eyes. “You think we are stupid? You get dicked down at the beginning of the season, and suddenly you can’t play against Rozanov?”
Shane was getting tired of this bullshit.
“I play against Rozanov the same way I always have. He is one of the best players this league has ever seen, and yes, when you play against someone that good, sometimes you lose. Saying he needs me to throw away a game for him to win is not only ridiculous but downright stupid.”
“Oh, please, we all saw the difference.”
Shane was so done. He did not care anymore, not about this team, not about those people, not about what they thought about him.
“Saw what exactly? Because I have been ‘dicked down’ by Rozanov since before our rookie season, you dense, idiotic asshole.”
You could hear a pin drop.
“Rookie season?” Laine asked. “But that’s-”
“Almost ten years, yeah. So, if you want to accuse me of misconduct, that means the three cups I won for this team are invalid. Because it has always been him. It was never anybody else, and I still managed to drag this team to the top.”
Shane looked around the room at the people he had called his friends not very long ago, and felt nothing. No sadness, no shame, just... Empty.
“There isn’t a single person here who knows a version of me that isn’t in love with Ilya Rozanov. I have loved him since before I joined this team, and I’ll love him much longer after I leave it. So you can be upset, you can call me a fag and decide that everything I have given for this team means nothing, but deep down, you all know that I never lost on purpose. Deep down, you know I love this team. You know I chose to stay here instead of moving to Boston, even though they offered me a whole lot more money. You know I stayed here instead of living with the love of my life. You know I have sweated and bled for this team, so don’t pretend like you don’t know me, because I am the same person I have always been.”
“I just don’t understand why you had to go and fuck Rozanov of all people,” Berkes shrugged. “Like, there were no good men here?”
“Berkes, you are married to a woman from London. You are literally moving there at the end of the season to be with her. You of all people should know that you don’t get to choose who you fall in love with. It just... Happens. And for me, it was Ilya.”
“I just-”
“No, I’m not done talking,” Shane cut him off. He no longer felt shame or embarrassment, but instead, a red-hot fury coursed through his veins.
“Every single one of you is able to go home to your wives and girlfriends. You have a safe space, a person who knows you better than you know yourselves. And if you don’t have one yet, then you have the freedom to go out there and find them. You get to have a life outside of hockey. You get to be happy and fall in love and live. Why the fuck shouldn’t I? I have given everything for this team, and you want to tell me that... what? I should live the rest of my life lonely because that would make you more comfortable? Fuck no.”
“You could have told us-”
“Wilson, you don’t know shit about what I could or couldn’t do,” Shane cut off the defence player. “Even if I wanted to- and I didn’t, because I was afraid you would react the same fucking way you are reacting now- did any of you think for a single moment about the fact that Ilya is from fucking Russia?”
The room was silent.
“Huh? No? That’s weird. What, Wilson, you are telling me you wouldn’t share a secret that would endanger Roby’s life? How weird.”
Shane looked around the room, staring each and every player in the eye. He was done being afraid; he was done being ashamed. They should be the ones cowering their gaze, not him.
“Come on, Stedlund, you wouldn’t tell us you are dating Thalia if it meant she could never go home again without the threat of dying? That’s not friendship.” He shook his head in mock offence. “What about you, Berkes? Would you share your secret with us, even if it meant Shila would never be able to visit her mother's grave again? And you, Comeau,” Shane paused to make sure the goalie was looking at him. “You would feel safe sharing a secret that could very well mean Katie would be kidnapped and killed? Because I sure as shit hope you wouldn’t.”
“none of those things would have-”
“No? Abdulmezhidov Adam Isaevich. Abdulkerimov Side Ramzan Ramzanovich. Alimhanov Islam Aliev. Tsikmaev Sultanovich Ayoub. Yusupov Shamhan Shayhovich.”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Olsson asked.
“Those are five people who were kidnapped, tortured, and killed for being gay in Russia. Five out of hundreds, and those are just the ones that were reported. You want to tell me again how I’m overreacting? Because I would like to believe that none of you would risk having your wives and girlfriends endangered like that.”
Shane was breathing hard, and for once in his life, he didn’t hold back.
“The love of my life could be taken from me at any moment. Russia can revoke his right to be here, kidnap him, take him away from me and everyone who loves him- and I wouldn’t know. They could charge him for being gay, take him to prison where-” Shane felt the tears in his eyes, and let them flow. They have already seen him raw and broken. What’s the harm in letting them see him cry? They couldn’t possibly hate him any more than they do now. “Where people don’t fucking come back.”
Shane stared at the stunned faces around him, at the men who never saw him so emotional and real in their 9 years of playing together, and started laughing. He could see Hayden eyeing him in concern, but he couldn’t possibly stop, now that his laughter was mixed with sobs.
“What the fuck am I doing?” He said between fits of laughter. “Why the fuck am I even explaining myself to you? I don’t owe you shit!”
While he dubbled over laughing, Shane absently wondered if he had finally lost his mind.
“Ilya, the love of my fucking life, could be taken from me at any moment. I left him at home, knowing he is not safe, to come talk to you guys. Why the fuck did I do that?” Shane wiped away his tears, unsure if they were tears of laughter or sorrow. “I spent years on this team. I met every single one of your girlfriends and wives. I babysat your kids. I have sweated and bled for this team- hell, I won us three fucking cups. Why am I talking to you like I owe you something? This team owes me everything they have!”
And the thing was, that they did. That the Voyageurs were nothing before Shane, and would be nothing when he leaves. Why should he fight for a spot on this team? They should fight for him. They should be the ones feeling scared and embarrassed. They should be the ones begging him to stay after what he had just been through, not the other way around.
If they want to ruin it for themselves, who was he to interfere? Let them dig their own graves; he will spend next year making sure they’ll never leave it.
Shane turned to leave the room, but turned around and looked at the rookies who were sitting there in shocked silence. “I’m sorry you were drafted here. I know you had big expectations, dreams about winning the cup and making friends. I am really sorry that this is what you get instead.” He looked around the room one last time, allowing a bitter smile to curl on his lips. “Good luck next season, huh?”
And with that, Shane Hollander left the Montreal Voyageurs’ dressing room for the last time.
Shane broke down before he reached his car.
Usually, he found statistics comforting, reassuring. But knowing those statistics about Russia, about what very well may happen to Ilya if he ever goes back there? Shane sometimes wished he could forget them, just to be able to sleep through the night.
He managed to drag himself inside before collapsing against the steering wheel and crying uncontrollably.
Despite everything he tried to tell himself, he did care. It did hurt. Those people were supposed to be his family, and...
His shoulders shook with the force of his sobs.
“Shane,” A familier russian voice spoke softly.
What was he doing here?
“What are you doing here?” Shane managed to choke out.
“Apparently, Pike is not completely useless. He text me that things don’t go so well.” Ilya said in a soft voice, lifting his hand to caress Shane’s cheek.
Shane leaned into the touch. “They told me I can’t finish the season.”
“What?!?” Ilya exclaimed, looking furious. “Which debil told you that? I kill them.”
This managed to get Shane to smile. “You can’t kill people, Ilya.”
“Yes I can. Am scary Russian. Very easy.”
Shane chuckled.
“It was management. I was basically fired.”
Looking at his fiance’, Shane could see the internal war in him. On one hand, Ilya was enraged, and probably did want to march straight into the training center and deck Vance in the face. On the other hand, Shane was still shaking, and he knew Ilya wouldn’t leave him like this.
Shane was correct, of course. Ilya shook his head and kissed Shane, giving him a little smile. “Very good that Metros are stupid.”
“Why?”
“Because now I get you with me. Now you don’t need to think about where you want to play next season. Metros are stupid so I get to have you.”
Shane gave him a small smile. “Well, I still have options. I was thinking about the Admirals-”
“Not funny.”
“A little funny.”
“Zero funny. Very boring joke. Because I know even if you don’t like being second best, you will still will come play in Ottawa.”
“Second best?” Shane raised his eyebrow.
“Da. Will be difficult, going from being the best by far in team to second best, but you’ll be ok. We will get cups so you feel happy.”
“Oh, yeah? How many cups are we gonna get?”
“All of them,” Ilya said confidently, wiping Shane’s face clean with his sleeve. “You and me? We will win everything.”
“Sounds good.” Shane smiled. “Come on, let’s go home.”
“You sure you don’t want me to kill them? Will be very fast.”
“Ilya.”
“I can also just scare them. Say I have big russian friends coming to say hello.”
“Ilya.”
“Ok, ok, sweetheart. Let’s go home.”
Edit: The names Shane says here are real names of some of the victims of the 'anti gay purge' in chichinya. May their memory be revolutionary.
Also I don't have that much reception here so it takes me awhile to replay to comments- I want you all to know that I see them and they are so sweet. Love you guys!
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you and i might just be the best thing by blongblong | mature | 24k words, 2 works – shane hollander spends twenty-five years not thinking about his soulmate. the drawer in his apartment filled with cigarettes, toothpaste, and awful t-shirts says elsewise.
Decisions, Decisions by jewelledfoxes | mature | 22.5k words – Shane doesn't love making decisions. Ilya does. Isn't that convenient?
(All I Need Is On) The Other Side of the Door by midwestmillie | not rated | 9k words – January 2017, Ilya leaves the club shortly after Shane only to find him pulled over on the side of the road, devastated.
found connection (baby i can't stop calling you) by aquilanovae | explicit | 117k words (wip, 9/10) – Ilya is a college student in Boston working on the side as a phone sex operator, Shane is still a hockey player. They have toe-curling, back-cracking dirty phone sex and end up catching feelings along the way.
Heaven is a bedroom by Charlotte_Stant | mature | 18k words – “We’re not here for an orgy,” Shane said to Jaw Man. “We’re missionaries with the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.”
all thoughts, all passions (all delights) by vividblossom | explicit | 15k words (wip, 2/?) – Professional Dom for Hire, Ilya Rozanov, struggles with his sadistic desires and meets his match in Shane Hollander; the failed Montreal trainee.
silver lining by ghosttotheparty | explicit | 19k words – He’s standing across from Ilya in his kitchen. Their feet are almost touching, Ilya’s in black socks that Shane also has multiple pairs of, Shane’s in his favourite soft striped ones. The rain is getting louder outside, moving from a drizzle to a downpour. And Ilya is looking at him like he loves him.
Captain vs. Captain by deliciousblizzardshark | explicit | 64.8k words – Following the internet success of Shane and Ilya's presentation at the NHL Awards, ESPN decided to contract with them to do a whole series. It goes far better than anyone could have dreamed
the hollander rule by shaneviews | not rated | 5.8k words – Everyone at McGill knows three things: their hockey team is the best in the country, the Rozanov family could buy half of Montreal, and Shane Hollander is completely off limits.
I don't think we talk enough about Shane being tied up while Ilya is fucking him. He'd love that shit. He'd love to have his hands tied behind his back so Ilya can just push him to the side and fuck him how he pleases. "You're my present, right Shane?" And Shane would whimper and moan, feeling so full and safe with Ilya. At one point he's on his knees, Ilya fucking him from behind whilst he's holding Shane by his tied wrists. His thighs are shaking and he doesn't know if he should move away or meet Ilya's relentless thrusts. Ilya can tell he's close so he tugs at Shane's arms until they are back to chest. Shane can barely hold himself up lime this he's so close. "Next time," Ilya starts then, biting his earlobe before continuing. "Next time I'm gonna tie you to the bed, legs spread so you have no chance to squirm away. I'll keep you there all day. Taking whatever, whenever. You know why?" And Shane will shake his head, unable to speak. Ilya doesn't care, he's close too. "Because you're mine. You're my good boy and love to please me. Isn't that right?"
the magic of heated rivalry is that no one told connor storrie that this is a yummy delicious dessert tv show. he read these scripts dramaturgically while standing next to the soda machine at his server job and went to set with a mission to impress the ghost of sir laurence olivier
Yes, and so did Hudson. He read that script on the way to his crappy server job at the Old Spaghetti Factory (Canadian chain similar to Olive Garden in USA). And Hudson realized both his talent and growing up Wasian with a low support need autistic immediate family member could help him nail the role of Shane Hollander. A low support need Wasian autistic elite athlete.
Shane is anxious, closeted, riddled with internalized homophobia, constantly looking over his shoulder because he has to be a model minority. But also Canada’s golden boy (as long as he never makes a mistake, unlike the white players). And he’s also a very public sex symbol.
But Shane is also so desperate to be free, and to be understood. It makes him take some crazy risks (like saying yes to Ilya). And eventually it makes him someone who can be in love and be a supportive, loving partner in return.
Don’t get me wrong, I think Connor is a brilliant actor too. His work with the Russian dialect coach, for example, was exceptional. The Russian monologue always makes me cry. But Hudson was also an unknown with a crappy day job at a restaurant. And while Shane is a less showy part than Ilya, Hudson also nailed every moment. He just did so rather more quietly, because Shane is a character who internalizes most of his emotions. And often communicates his feelings only with his eyes.
They both took this script seriously and resolved to do the absolute best acting work they could with this fluffy, smutty, fairly low budget Canadian series.
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Autistic Shane has echolalia which is why he likes to randomly switch to a Russian accent and repeat back all the little Russian phrases and accented words Ilya says. At first, Ilya thinks he’s making fun of him like some weird form of chirping, but he eventually realizes Shane is just Like That TM (being his cutie patootie self.)
Shane: *sounds progressively more Russian during a conversation*
Ilya, thinking Shane’s making fun of him: that fucking asshole?
Ilya: neveroyatnyy
Shane, whispering in a perfect Russian accent: ✨neveroyatnyy✨
Ilya, clearly wasn’t supposed to hear that: ????!!
Ilya drops several Russian curses while they fuck once, and Shane just moans them right back. (Maybe Ilya fucks Shane three ways to Sunday afterward, and maybe he starts speaking Russian more during sex, but that is NO ONE’S business!)
Shane speaking to JJ during warm-ups: *unconsciously copying his accent*
Ilya, eavesdropping: No, that’s our thing >:(
Shane has genuine difficulty staying quiet and not echoing when Ilya gives his monologue over the phone, but he thinks it would upset Ilya if he did. (And Ilya will never admit it, but each time he said “I love you” in Russian, he hoped Shane would say it back in his little echo, even if he knew Shane didn’t mean it. (He would.))
Shane in the hospital, high as a kite, in a Russian accent: bye bye :)
Ilya, heart eyes 15000%: fuck this, fuck you, nurse I am having heart attack
This is also why Ilya believes Shane could learn Russian in two weeks because SOMEHOW (with his echolalia) Shane is really good at replicating the proper pronunciation.
it will forever be a little insane to me how ilya rozanov, born and raised in russian, total jock/party bro, father-is-police-brother-is-police guy, somehow has never had an ounce of internalized homophobia in his body. canonically just saw being bi as an extra opportunity for hot sex. started experimenting with guys at 16 and simply never questioned it. and like yeah he’s a top but it’s also so clear that he does not see being a bottom as a demeaning or less masculine thing in the slightest. this man goes on to wear leopard shirts and booty shorts and flicks his hands gayfully and makes gay jokes at his jock colleagues and being tender with other men is like second nature to him and He’s actually the one to makes the ‘oh are you scared of being gay?’ ‘cuz I thought you might be gay when you were sucking my dick’ jokes.
this man this mannnn i want to pick his brain apart with a tweezer
this image is beautiful but klaufir being banned just highlights how tumblr will take transfem art and then cast out the trans woman that made it. time and time again our contributions are taken but we lose our connections to them.
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This image is beautiful everyone look at this image
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don't go into the humanities because they're unprofitable and don't go into stem cuz its getting torn apart right now and don't go into buisness because it's competetive and speculative and don't go into education because it pays like shit. Just lay on thr ground. Just lay on the ground.
Shane wearing a jock strap for Ilya for the first time. He tells Ilya to wait because he has a surprise for him. He comes back into the room with the jock strap on. Shane is a little worried that Ilya isn’t into this kind of thing, he’s never made any mention of it before and he’s silent when Shane comes back into the room. Shane asks Ilya if this is okay and Ilya can’t speak. He’s so turned on that he’s dizzy. He doesn’t realize his nose is bleeding until Shane frantically runs out of the room and comes back with a towel. Shane climbs onto Ilya’s lap and presses the towel to Ilya’s nose. Shane puts his other hand on Ilya’s chest and can feel how fast his heart is beating. Ilya starts speaking Russian and while Shane has been learning, he’s no where near fluent. Ilya’s words are also slurred so that doesn’t help. He finally remembers how to speak English and begs Shane to ride him but Shane is like “No, your nose is bleeding and your heart is about to beat out of your chest. I’m pretty sure I’ll give you a heart attack” and Ilya tells Shane that sitting on it will cure him.
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