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No—it’s because one thing Ilya knows is two things for certain. One: Shane is the best. THE best. Ilya talks a big game and he can back it up because he’s a generational talent in his own right, sure, but he is not Shane Hollander. He teases his husband and calls him “second best player in the league” because it gets Shane in a mood that always leads to fun (and that’s business that stays between Ilya, several ruined sets of sheets, and the thin walls of multiple hotel rooms). When you get down to it, he’s the famous and amazing Ilya Rozanov, yes, but that’s…that’s Shane Hollander. Shane “break the internet, top two and I ain’t number two” Hollander. Shane Thee Hollander.

Two: despite being Shane Thee Hollander, first of his name, baddest of bitches, and the Beyoncé of their field (and a cutie patootie on top of all that), Shane is not loud about his accomplishments—and Ilya thinks he should be. Shane lets the accomplishments speak for themselves. He achieves, breaks records, wins and wins and fucking wins some more, and just keeps going. He’s a force of nature. Ilya thinks his husband should have an opportunity to be loud, braggadocious, and downright obnoxious if and when he wants because, again, he’s Shane fucking Hollander.

So when Shane starts off a conversation with “I’m going to say something kind of mean,” Ilya rolls out the proverbial red carpet. Talk your shit, baby. I’m all ears.

“He’s really confident for someone with such low shooting accuracy.” Exactly. The nerve of him to even breathe your air, much less chirp at you.

“…but if I showed up in that outfit, Twitter would never let me hear the end of it!” You’re so right. He looked awful.

“Fuck him! And not in the good way!” Yup! Say it again! Matter of fact, let me get you a microphone.

“I love Hayden—as a friend, Ilya, Jesus—but maybe a vasectomy is a good idea.” I’d put ten babies in you if I could, but you’re still absolutely right about this. Jackie’s had enough.

“I respect Scott, but he’s not exactly in his prime, you know?” Scott is a dinosaur. It’s a miracle that he dodged the asteroid and made it this long without turning into dust. We should call and tell him ourselves.

“Our wedding was better.” Of course it was. I got to marry you. Any event with you at the center is the best. All the others are bullshit.

“I’m not taking that shit from some fucker with a receding hairline and no points for an entire season. Pick a struggle, asshole.” We should book him a flight to Turkey for one of those procedures. Can’t fix the other thing, though.

or the concept of a pride flag is considered to be inappropriate for 13 year olds.

happy pride 2026. here's a pride flag for when corporate interests of a site run by dogshit transphobes, handwringing pearlclutchers, and "powerless" "allies" tell you that pride and your gender is no one else's fucking business:

I like to think that Shane was given the nickname by David. When he was a toddler Shane was obsessed with any and every type of bug. He’d make David and Yuna take him in the garden all the time to dig for worms or look at the flowers to see if there were any bees. But his absolute favourite were ladybugs leading David to coin the nickname Shanebug.

Obviously once hockey took over his life Shane kind of forgot about his bug obsession. But once he gets settled living in Ottawa with Ilya he starts to pick it back up.

When Shane and Ilya went round to his parents for dinner he offhandedly mentioned that he was planning on adding some plants to the garden so more insects and bugs would visit. And David goes suddenly silent and starts to get teary.

David: Oh Shanebug is back

Ilya: Shanebug, what is a Shanebug?

This leads to Yuna getting out all Shane’s toddler pictures showcasing him holding a ladybug in his hands, him covered in mud pointing at a worm with the biggest grin on his face and him cross eyed as a butterfly lands on his nose. Ilya’s favourite though is a photo of Shane dressed up as a ladybug for his third birthday, antennas and all, that he gushes over.

“So sultry~”

“Who taught you that word?”

“I do not know if my virgin eyes can handle two colors”

“You’re not even a- Shut up!”

I've been working on an art project lately that has me trawling through Pinterest for old photos, and I've found some really wonderful stuff I wanted to share. Some of these are dated and location marked, but some are sadly unattributed, due to the nature of Pinterest :( Either way, I'm fairly sure these are all either Victorian or early Edwardian. (I've done my best to make sure there's no AI here either!)

(C.1895.) Two librarians. Glad to see I'm not the only or the first person to resort to climbing on the shelves to reach a high book.

(New Athens, Ohio. Photographer: J.E. Williams. C.late 1800s.) You can tell this has to be late 1800s because they're getting silly with it; as camera tech gets better, both the camera's exposure time and the cost to get your picture taken have gone down, meaning more informal photos towards the end of the century.

(No info.) A lady getting her measurements taken. This is still done today! This is probably a wealthy woman having a dress custom-made for her. The tape basically creates a 3D model of her body that the dressmaker can take very exact measurements from. I especially love the dressmaker's chatelaine and hair; judging off those, I think it's safe to say this is around mid-century.

(1904.) A wedding reception! Toasting to the new bride and groom. I think they must be in some sort of greenhouse, or else they converted the parlor into one for the reception. You can see the structure of the bride's bodice really well here.

(1880.) I looove this photo. Look at that huge grin! I feel like he's imitating some older family member here. Although the banjo itself might be his, it looks the right size for him. A new present, maybe?

(South Carolina, USA. 1912) Made mom laugh. I wonder what situation this photo was being taken in? Is it a family member behind the camera, an older child maybe?

(C.1800s) This one is from an old Buzzfeed article, but no citation :( I wonder if she's a debutante. All-white isn't unusual, but the fur stole (?) she's wearing speaks to a special occasion of some kind.

(No info.) Caught napping, with her shoes on and her hair still up! I love how you can see the weight and texture of the fabric in the way her skirt folds.

(1915.) All dressed up for their first communion, as you can see from the white arm-bands on the left arms.

And finally, for this post at least:

shane “hockeytism” hollander HATES when a ref makes a bad call. this is literally your job and youre fucking it up?? that was not slashing are you blind?? he gets heated about this, even when he’s just watching a random game. he’s shouting and cursing and making a well-informed case for why the ref is wrong.