Think of this as my scrap book. Emphasis on the scrap. Recurring themes are gender, sexuality, relationships, and shiny things. Occasionally goes into full fangirl mode.
Update: still goes full fangirl mode, no longer girl. Pron: they/them.
Hello frens. No idea how many if any of my erstwhile moots are still here.
I am back because I need more of the gay hockey show gifs in my life.
Got a whole new career, gender, name, etc, but the username can stay. It’s mine, I chose it for a reason, it’s as much my name as the one on my paperwork.
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so. i do this thing where i wake up still half-asleep, write a note in my phone, and then fall back asleep and forget about it completely until i find the note later.
and i need to show you all some of these because ?????
Nearly pissed myself laughing earlier when I saw this absolute Looney Tunes truck attempting to transport an oversized mattress down the road with only a couple tiny bungee cords holding on for dear life, while it ballooned out behind the truck like a drag racing parachute:
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and what if i said that the rooftop fight in episode 1 lays the groundwork for the dynamics that we'll see in the boxing day fight. ilya going through something hard and serious with his family/depression and not saying it to shane, so that shane thinks the fight is about the immediate problem (him winning rookie of the year/them going to bood's party). and ilya getting getting mad at shane for not understanding, but only saying a tiny sliver of the truth (not everything is about you, hollander/i have no one). shane trying to ask about it, but getting agitated (so what is it then?/could you please explain what the fuck is happening?). and shane saying something pissy bc he feels so upset (all you do is beat me. i win one fucking thing, and you can’t even show your face/uh, fuck you. sorry i still want to win cups instead of smoking weed with my teammates between losses). hashtag the troubles have always been there and that's the good shit to me. so much to learn but they still love each other <3
Who wants some Hollanov "so into being Married it's basically a kink" contemplation (but also Ilya in that weird stage of depression recovery where one might be blindsided by the experience of having medium sized emotions)?
Follows on from the team party Concept which I posted a snippet of yesterday.
Ilya had lost track of Shane at some point - and that was good, that meant Shane was hanging out with their teammates, getting to know them outside of practice and separate from being Ilya's husband.
The last of the party cleared out before midnight, everyone suddenly remembering that they still had practice tomorrow. There was an overwhelming amount of mess. They had cleaners coming tomorrow - that was Shane’s contribution. Shane had made it clear he wasn’t planning on acting as host, or helping with food, but he did organise with Ilya’s regular cleaner for her and a small army of colleagues to show up tomorrow.
“I learned my lesson from our wedding,” Shane had said. After considering that for a moment he'd added another condition: Ilya and Zane needed to borrow or rent a bunch of outdoor chairs.
Ilya went inside, looking for Shane. He found Anya sacked out in the living room, happy as only a dog who has spent the night with fifty-something new best friends could be.
No Shane.
Ilya … Well. It wasn't like Ilya thought Shane had left. Obviously not. He was just struck all at once with the memory of the last time he hosted the team here, of standing in this room feeling so much despair. It felt like the ghost of his own misery had come back to haunt him.
It also felt a bit like he was feeling his emotions through a layer of padding. That’s the meds, he thought. They weren't perfect; he was still feeling weird after freaking out at Troy earlier. But there was a bit of a buffer now. He was tired and sad, but he wasn't... Oh. Now that he thought about it, right now, he was sad for himself. He was sad that the Ilya of last season went through that. He wasn't feeling miserable, he was feeling sad for the past Ilya who'd felt miserable. Huh.
Out of nowhere, he remembered Yuna, the day Shane told his parents about Ilya and about their plan to, maybe, one day, have a future. “But that’s so sad,” she’d said. Shane had seemed resigned. Ilya had wanted scream about how happy he was. He hadn’t, because he didn’t want to talk over Shane, and because he didn’t want Shane’s parents to learn, the same day they learned that their son loved Ilya Rozanov, that Ilya Rozanov was the kind of person who had so little reason to expect happiness that this objectively difficult, risky plan with a nebulous quiet future at the end of it made him delirious with joy.
The door from the garage opened and Ilya realised, at the same time as he recognised Shane’s footsteps, that he was standing in his living room in the wreckage of a party, laughing quietly to himself with one hand pressed to his forehead. It was sad. Yuna was right, it was sad. Any normal person would be sad for Ilya and Shane and the situation they’d ended up in.
But Shane was here, now. Not just briefly; not having driven two hours to see Ilya (hot as that had been). He was here because he lived here. Because they loved each other and somehow they were allowed that now. Ilya was across the room in a heartbeat, pulling Shane into his arms. He didn't even try to kiss him: that would require too much space between them. Ilya wrapped his arms around Shane and buried his face in Shane’s shoulder, and Shane’s arms wrapped around him in turn.
“Hi,” Shane said, and Ilya doesn’t need to pull back to know the shape of the smile on his face. “You missed me?”
“Always,” Ilya said. He’s not sure if he said it in English or Russian, but Shane stroked his palms over Ilya’s back and kisses his jaw, so probably he understood either way.
“Wait where were you?” Ilya asked, finally registering that Shane had come in from the garage.
“Driving drunk prospects to the hotel.” Shane pulled back a little to look at Ilya. “Didn’t anyone tell you? And I texted before I drove back.”
Ilya had no idea where his phone was. He was so tired, and maybe less with it than a guy who hasn’t drunk anything since, like, seven pm, ought to be. He probably ought to tell Shane about that whole freak-out he had at Troy earlier.
What he managed was just to say, “I love you so much.” Shane squeezed him a little tighter. “And I’m really glad you’re on my team,” Ilya added. “Way to go, Hollander. Barely into training camp and you’re already stepping up as a mentor to the rookies.”
Shane jabbed Ilya in the ribs. “Asshole.”
“You love it.”
Shane stepped back, rolling his eyes. “Don’t act surprised, I married you, you asshole.”
They’re laughing together. If Ilya could freeze time, he would live in this moment for at least a week.
“Alright, let’s get at least the kitchen sorted,” Shane said, turning away. Ilya grabs him.
“No. Cleaners tomorrow."
Shane frowned. “We should give them at least a clear staging point.”
“I will give them so much tips,” Ilya countered. His English was going sideways along with his feelings. “Like tips we leave for poor hotel housekeeping when we leave everything in mess and covered in come. That much for every single cleaning person if you come to bed with me now.”
Shane allowed himself to be reeled back in. “Oh, it’s like that, is it?”
It wasn't, though.
Ilya buried his face in Shane’s shoulder again. He wasn't crying. He was… well, he was sad.
“I… I was thinking, I guess. Remembering.” He manages to put that much into words. “And I just… I really want to go to bed now and hold you and know you’ll still be there tomorrow.”
Ilya kind of expected one of Shane’s blunt questions, a need to know what exactly Ilya was remembering. Or Shane would have justified in wanting to know what the fuck was going on (why wouldn’t Shane be here tomorrow, why the fuck was Ilya doubting him after all they'd been through?).
Instead Shane tucked his arms tighter around Ilya and said, “Tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that.”
"Next week, too," Ilya said.
"Next month."
"Next season."
They pulled apart at the same time, both of them wanting to see the laughter in each other's faces.
"Every season."
"After that. After they retire our jerseys together and we're inducted into the hall of fame!"
"After we've both got more hair coming out of our ears than on our heads!"
"After we've both had so many joints replaced we might as well be cyborgs!"
Suddenly neither of them wanted to keep one-upping the other. Shane tipped his forehead against Ilya's and tangled their fingers together.
"Alright, then. Come to bed, husband."
God, if that wasn't the best title Ilya Rozanov had ever earned.
re: anon asking about captains! technically the only actual legal duty of a c (and their alternates) is talking to the ref on the ice. however! i would say on most teams there’s a lot of behind the scenes logistics that get run by a mix of the team itself (ie feeding them at the practice facilities or in the hotel on the road) and then the families of the veteran/leadership players. older guys expected to house rookies and feed them, guide them, sometimes even random things like taking the international new guys to get drivers licenses. big team bonding stuff (dinners and parties) are probably organized or even hosted by the leadership group or one of the older guys (and the wives). they’re expected to “have the room” and keep the team in line. hence why it’s a little silly to think shane doesn’t get along w his team or doesn’t know how to socialize—there would have been rumors floating around. even if he’s having someone like hayden (his a, has a big house and a wife to organize things) be the actual host he is definitely expected to facilitate a lot of the team culture
Thanks anon I realized reading that ask back I hadn't really answered other anon's question. It's kind of a hard thing to say specifically what any captain does beyond the well defined "talk to the refs" thing though. Shane was definitely the center of things in Montreal but there's a lot of variation as to what that could literally look like (and I actually think the book implies JJ is doing most of the heavy lifting with social stuff, actually. Probably Hayden for family oriented events and JJ for party oriented ones and Shane is kind of the glue between the two that centers the team overall)
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Is this a safe space to say that as someone who got into hockey for the first time this year (you’re never gonna be able to guess how that happened) I think the real Stanley Cup is also horrendously ugly and dare I say way uglier than the fictional Cup That Has No Name
LISTEN Stanley is indeed Ugly but in the appropriate gaudy Edwardian way. The MLH Cup is so visibly made of plastic that you could probably use it to keep a beverage cold (or hot!) for up to twelve hours. Scott Hunter should have stuck his big ole head up there and worn it as a HAT.
Also please understand that it could have been so much worse because this is what that bitch looked like for awhile:
Also also it's the oldest trophy in North American sport and he's earned the right to be ugly. Daddy I love him.
I actually dont think anyone's playing any kind of board or card game up in Lanaudière - well I think maybe Ilya and Shane will play cards just the two of them if they're very bored and it's raining - but there's not a chance on this planet they can play with Yuna and David when they're all together after dinner at their cottage bc all combinations of teams are their own form of hell....
Shane + Yuna vs Ilya + David it's getting Oedipal, kind of sexy in a reallllllyyyyy weird way that winds up making them all uncomfortable (NOT a line Shane is used to baulking at, which makes it all the worse.... later in the car he's like "I think you've fucked up my mind so bad I can't even hang out with my parents anymore." and Ilya's like :) :) :) "You did that to yourself :)").
Shane + David and Yuna + Ilya.... Shane is getting more and more frustrated with his dad's style of play, Yuna and Ilya are dissolving into laughter every ten seconds over some little in-joke and Shane's like. Honestly ready to do murder...... starting spats with everyone... only child FLARING
Shane + Ilya vs Yuna + David is literal nuclear warfare. No one is leaving until everyone is dead. Obviously this configuration was their first foray and it was a miracle anyone survived. They all forgot who they were and where they were and what they were in the fog of battle. David thinks it can be solved with different teams........
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A lot of people are ragging on the 'cable diverted to avoid Dobby's grave after Harry Potter fans raise a stink' thing and while I also love ragging on Harry Potter fans being weird, in this case it looks like the story was completely made up.
tl;dr: There's no evidence the interview that this was mentioned in even exists, no evidence the route of the cable has ever changed, and the whole story seems to originate from one dude's podcast.
The story also broke into mainstream via the Daily Mail, who are ... rarely if ever honest or accurate.
Someone asked me a while ago if I still had a photo of the worst sink I had ever seen while apartment hunting in Los Angeles. I assumed I deleted it so I didn't answer the ask and now it's gone, but as it turns out, yes, I do still have a photo of it.
impressive! it's ugly, impractical, gets water everywhere, makes too much noise, and the quote with shit kerning and a worse typeface says you don't think music is even real
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