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Shane + Rose soulmatism my BELOVED. Canon gave us basically nothing about their relationship and mostly just had rose there to be Shane’s gay sherpa and I walked away like “they were forged from the same star.” In every world they will find each other and know they are The One (platonic).

I just love platonic love so much. It’s one of my favorite kinds of love to explore. And I think Rose and Shane have so much potential in their relationship. They both grew up in the public eye and remained there into their adult lives. I just love the idea of them finding each other and being like “oh. You. You understand.”

And no one else has any goddamn idea what they’re talking about. They could not possibly seem more different on the surface. He is the most hockey boy alive and she is one letter shy of an EGOT. If he led any more of a jock-centric existence he would have flunked out of 11th grade math. Meanwhile she’s spent her whole life doing Drama Club: The Extreme Version. The only things they should have in common are the fact that they are excruciatingly talented and also the two most beautiful people alive.

But they are both like. This is the only person who understands me. My soulmate. When we are buried it shall be in adjoining graves.

And everyone is like. Oh awesome. So you’re dating right.

And they’re like. No. Why would you ask us that.

I want them to have the most beautiful and bewildering bond to ever hit TMZ headlines. Rose Landry does one of those interviews where they have you reveal what the last text message you sent was and it was to Shane Hollander. His contact was saved as Soulmate ❤️ and the text was “Every single day I wake up and thank God for letting us be alive at the same time. You are the best thing to ever happen to me” (Shane had texted her the most level 9000 bitch thing she had ever seen in her goddamn life and she was consumed by violent love for him. His text is not included in the interview.) Shane Hollander goes viral 9 times a year for being caught carrying Rose Landry in his strong strong arms. (Rose does not know what the point is in being best friends with one of the greatest athletes to ever live if she can’t bully him into carrying her places whenever she doesn’t feel like walking). Every single awards show that has not conflicted with a Metros game for the past year has resulted in 57 photographs of them hanging off of each other on some red carpet, looking devastatingly beautiful and utterly enamored with each other. (Rose knows that man does not have a life outside of her and Ilya and hockey. He is coming to the Tony’s with her or so help her god. She cannot take another red carpet without him being there to mutter an ongoing bitch monologue when only she can hear. He’s better than podcasts.)

And everyone’s like. Okay. So. So you’re dating right.

And they’re like.

No.

and troy smiles, “right, because you were with roz the whole time.”

“i mean, yes, but also because you and dallas kent spent years calling me and jj ‘rush hour’ and asking hayden if his wife was his beard to cover up his big gay relationship with me.”

the rest of the centaurs blink. harris puts his head in his hands and groans.

but fails to consider that ice is. so slippery.

Read the post and loved it exactly for the potential of what's in the tags: uh oh now David made it funnnn and Shane, quick little bean that he is, riiiight as he's getting to the edge of the rink, about to be picked up and passed to mom, gets up and skates away to the middle of the rink and PLOMP lays down on his back, giggling and kicking his little skates. "Again, Dad (Shane does not call David daddy in front of his friends, he's not a baby!), again!!"

coupled with the idea of shane's conversation with rose when he talks about how hockey got less fun because it got more intense and so so did he: the idea of ilya dramatically flopping on his back on the ice one day at camp when they're done running drills with the kids

and he is teasingly refusing to get up because he is dead now, hollander, can you not see this, and shane hesitates for just a second, grabs his hand, plants one of his skates, and just sends him sliding off towards the side of the rink, thinking about how his dad used to do it to him after every single practice

"So okay, you're probably going, 'Is this like a Noxzema commercial or what?' But seriously, I actually have a way normal life for a teenage girl." "Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress her."