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I have noticed a couple of people trying to use the word mansplaining to get trans men or trans masculine people to shut up about whatever topic it is they're discussing
and it made me realize that the word "mansplaining" has been bastardised into "a man that I dislike or disagree with talking about something"
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What if Ilya's father passed away before All Stars? Walk with me.
The tunamelt happens. Rose happens. And while Shane and Rose are still being papped constantly (before The Conversation), Ilya gets the call from Alexei.
It hits him harder than he ever thought it would. Sure, it's his father, the man he's always desperately wanted the approval of, all the while knowing he'd never get it. Sure, he wanted to be there, looking after him. And sure, he knew that it would always still hurt, losing his papa before Ilya could be himself with him, make their relationship a bit better. But with Sha-Hollander being off happy with Rose Landry (ugh), it feels like the floor has just fallen out from beneath him, and he's now in a free fall.
He's on autopilot as he boards the plane, already starting to make arrangements. He's numb as he arrives and starts signing every contract or payment order that's put under his nose. He bears it, insides hollow, as one by one relatives cry at him, scorn him for not being a better son (better ATM), beg him for money, then yell at him.
It's hours before he's left alone. Hours before he's allowed to retreat into a glass of vodka, and by that point, the numbness is a blessing. He hasn't cried in years, and some small part of him knows that right now, if he let himself, he wouldn't just be crying over his father, or the way his family treat him. He takes another swig of vodka before his mind can turn down a dangerous rabbit hole.
He doesn't know how long it's been, but suddenly his phone is vibrating.
For one buzz, two, he considers ignoring it. It's either going to be his family, whom he's done enough for today, or Sveta. And he doesn't want to do coke or have sex right now. But the guilt nags in his stomach as the buzzing continues, and he heaves a sigh before resigning himself to his fate. Then he almost drops the phone.
Jane it says.
Gulping another mouthful of vodka, he presses 'answer' with shaky fingers.
"Ilya?" Shane's voice breathes anxiously into his ear. Ilya leans heavily against the furniture.
"Hollander," he manages, voice somehow steady, normal.
"We played the Admirals tonight, and the Raiders played the Scouts, but you weren't there, and the guys overheard something about your dad, and I... Are you okay?"
It's so much English, so rapid, after too much alcohol on an empty stomach he barely catches half of it. But the final words are loud. Almost too loud. And oh so clear. They hit like a punch to the chest. It's too long before he stop white knuckling the sideboard, can swallow past the thickness in his throat.
"Ilya I'm so sorry," Shane murmurs, too sincerely as always. Ilya sniffs harshly.
"Who else knows?" he asks, because business is easier.
"No-one. ESPN is being super secretive, and-"
"Good." He savours the small ripple of relief. Then, because he hasn't been in enough pain today, "Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend?"
He can't keep the bitter note out of the last word, and from the way Shane inhales sharply, it's clear it was heard.
"Are you-? You're jealous? Really? Mr-It's-Good-To-Have-Reliable-Woman? Fuck you, Rozanov," Shane spits, and one more person yelling at him today shouldn't make a difference, but still his insides curdle like gone-off milk. He bites his tongue as Hollander huffs angrily down the line.
"She's filming in another city, today," Hollander grumbles eventually. "But, anyway, you... you're still... I still... care, Rozanov."
And he should make a joke. Should ask if she can fuck Shane as good as he can. Say Shane only cares about getting his pretty hole filled. But he's too busy sliding down the sideboard, tears silently rolling down his face, because no-one's cared in so long. Because Shane left and he still cares.
"Thank you," he croaks out eventually, and it's too obvious that he's crying, but he can't help it.
"Anytime, Ilya. You can always, you know, talk to me. If you want."
I headcanon the Centaurs were last good when Shane was about 7-12 years old. This is when the inevitable ālittle Shane in Cens pajamas/toque/jerseyā photo which reappears when he signs there comes from. Then Shane starts getting serious about his own hockey and the Cens start sucking so he doesnāt go to games any more. The Cens have a decade of darkness where the owner wonāt rebuild because he doesnāt want to face no playoff revenues for 5+ years, but he wonāt spend enough to make them a contender. No big-ticket UFAs want to sign there, their own UFAs walk for more money elsewhere, they take their RFAs to arbitration over a 200K gap and then act surprised when they request to be traded. The introduction of the salary cap should help, but the owner treats the cap floor as a target while divisional rivals are attempting to squeeze as close to the cap ceiling as possible.Ā
Theyāre drafting at 10-20 overall these years, and donāt luck into any star players. Eventually they fall backwards into a rebuild in the early 2010s on account of having no good players left. Between 2012 and 2017 they draft Boodram, Dykstra, Holmberg, LaPointe and Young.Ā
Around 2017 exciting things start to happen. The tight-fisted owner dies and his kids, who are progressive and want to spend money on the team, take over. The Cens trade for Chouinard and draft Luca.Ā
The GM is feeling pretty happy that he can actually maybe sign a second-pair man and some veteran scoring help rather than filling out his depth chart on the waiver wire, when his phone rings. Rozanov? Ilya Rozanov? Cup winning, Conn Smythe, Hart, and Rocket Richard winner Ilya Rozanov? Haha, funny prank, whoever you are, but he knows Rozanovās agent is Mike Sidorov like most of the Russians in the league.
āHe changed his representation. Steve, check caller ID. This is Farah Jalali. We were speaking last week about Martin LaPointe.ā
Steve checks caller ID and starts hyperventilating. He conferences in his cap expert AGM, Joe, who pulls up his spreadsheets, sweating. Up until last season his job was to hit the cap floor, heās not used to this. āFull NMC, signing bonuses, whatever he wants,ā Steve says. He calls the owners to say heās maybe in on the biggest UFA not only of the summer, but the decade. They compliment Steve on his great GM-ing (Steve doesnāt know what he did) and green-light offering Ilya the highest salary in the league. Steve and Joe put together an initial offer. Farah gives Steve the second shock of the day by saying that Rozanov is actually in Ottawa for some reason and can meet in person tomorrow. (The NHL still had the ālegal tamperingā period just before free agency in 2018).
Steve stares out of his office window at a suburban mall and a car dealership, thinks of the lack of championship banners in the rafters of his arena, and thinks Rozanov canāt possibly want to sign here, heās using them as leverage for whatever team he really wants to sign with. He has a lie-down in a conference room for ten minutes and drinks some Gatorade, then leaves his wife a voicemail to say heāll be working late and rounds up the rest of his AGMs to put together a sales pitch. The only dissenting voice is the AGM whoās also the Director of Player Development who says the rebuild is only half cooked, their forward depth sucks, they have no centres. āWhat position does Rozanov play, point guard?ā Steve snaps. āFocus, Brian, we canāt just pass this up. Itās probably not going to happen anyway.ā
Steve knows Ilyaās reputation on and off the ice, but he turns up wearing cargo shorts and a plaid shirt looking like heās just been fishing at the cottage like a good old Canadian kid. (Heās wearing a tank top underneath and at one point his collar slips to show a fresh hickey on his collarbone, so he clearly hasn't lost his rumoured knack for finding company).
Steve is used to pitching Ottawa to thirty-six year-olds who are looking for a retirement contract and good schools for the kids. He feels like he's mentioned their great young players and how amazing it would be to revitalize hockey in Ottawa three times already.
He brings up endorsements. Even a small Canadian market has opportunities there.
"Maybe I'll steal Hollaner's energy drink one," Rozanov says. "The one where he looked like wet cat in the adverts."
"Ha ha," Steve says. "Yes, you'd be able to continue your rivalry!"
Rozanov grins.
Steve debriefs with his AGMs afterwards. "i don't think it was a complete disaster," he says.
"He was weirdly enthusiatic, but non-specific," one of the AGMs says.
Farah calls back. Rozanov wants to sign! With them! In Ottawa! Steve takes his wife out to dinner and champagne on the evening of July 2nd after it's all done.
Rozanov's first year in Ottawa goes ok. They don't make the playoffs, but they're in the running well into the spring. The next year Ilya gets an injury early on that he probably comes back from too soon, when he's healthy Bood gets injured, Chouinard is stressed because his wife's having a difficult pregnancy, and so on. Back down they go to the bottom of the standings. Steve wonders when he'll be fired.
Year 3. They're firmly in a playoff spot at the trade deadline. Steve mostly stands pat because he made his big addition earlier in the year by getting Barrett for a bag of pucks.
Steve's in his office, reading an article speculating why Hollander hasn't extended in Montreal yet, when an intern runs in, makes spluttering noises and shoves a phone in his face. It's a video of Rozanov and Hollander, and they're.....Steve now understands why Rozanov signed.
He waves off the intern and runs into Joe's office. Joe has six spreadsheets up on his monitors and is also scribbling furiously on a notepad. "Joe, what does our cap space projection look like for this summer?" Steve asks. Joe shows him the result of his calculations. It probably won't be enough, Steve thinks.
"We should consider...flexibility," he says, wiping sweat from his forehead. "In case of...eventualities." He doesn't dare say it out loud.
The intern comes to say that Roger Crowell's office is on the phone for Steve, so he needs to go and deal with the current crisis. He's definitely going to need to have a lie-down after this.
I am a firm believer that it's not just what he experiences in his life, but what he witnesses too. Okay so you don't do any of those to him but you do those things to his sisters? His cousins? His mom? He is learning consent is for him hut not for women.
One of my sisters has young children, both of whom are some flavor of neurodivergent. She is too, and as a result she often lost patience quickly with some of their quirks. The biggest offender is that her kids are extremely wary around anyone they deem to be a stranger, making social connection very difficult for all participants.
When I first met her daughter, she was 3 or 4, and was extremely reluctant to come and meet me. My sister began to shame and push and pull her towards me and I stopped her. I said "don't force her, don't teach her that she has to let men she doesn't know touch her, she doesn't need to hug me"
My sister froze in place, processed it for a moment, and let her daughter go. She went back to hiding behind mom. We continued our conversation and her son slowly approached me, hugged me, and climbed up onto the chair I was in to sit beside me and partially in my lap. After a few minutes, her daughter joined him. She didn't hug me, but she came over to touch and talk to me.
My sister was speechless. Her kids DON'T do that. I've heard many complaints from many family members about how antisocial they are. All I did was stick up for their right to offer or withdraw consent- and really just her daughter's, as her son had met me pre-covid and had already gotten over the hurdle at 2 years old, but her daughter was born during covid and thus it made her severe distrust of strangers even worse.
Now her kids are in elementary school and making friends easily and I regularly get stories from her about how she witnesses them connect with other socially withdrawn kids and stand up for both themselves and their quieter friends. She took my advice to heart and started allowing them to voice whether they consented to something and now her little boy will approach a crying kid on the playground and say something like "do you want to play, or do you want me to just sit with you, or do you want to be alone?" and then actually listen to what the other kid tells him.
My niece has an incredibly traumatized boy in her class who escaped war with his family, and he doesn't talk to anyone. But he visibly relaxes when my niece goes to sit next to him when he's too scared and curled up in the classroom's Quiet Corner. She reads to him and shows him her toys and holds his hand on field trips and yells at anyone who is mean to him. I'm told she's the only person who can approach or touch him without causing a meltdown besides his family, and it started because the first time she sat with him she asked if it was okay if she did so and she waited several minutes for him to nod before she sat down.
But they still avoid the family members that forced them to interact even when they were uncomfortable. I still hear those complaints, hundreds of miles away, and the jealousy that I've only met the kids a few times but they talk incessantly about me. If I call one of my family members and the kids are over, I can hear them in the background trying to talk to me if they figure out it's me on the other line.
Anyway. Long story short I didn't have to advocate for my nephew the way I did my niece, but advocating for my niece in front of the both of them dramatically changed the way both of them were taught to manage social interaction. Consent isn't just about teaching the boy. It's also making sure he sees that consent being practiced with everyone.
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it always bears repeating that jacob tierney loves the gcu books and doesnāt have any criticism for them. maybe people should learn from him.
from the podcast he was on that i just saw in another post: ādonāt think youāre smarter than the material. donāt change it. donāt try to fix itā¦. one of the things that i really stuck to when i was adapting this show was the book. there was nothing to fix. itās a good book. do the book.ā
Tschau and tschüss interestingly have different etymologies! While tschau is clearly the German spelling of the Italian ciao, tschüss actually developed over time from the French adieu, which also explains the version tschö. Germans just love to play around with foreign words, tschüssikowski is a great example!
The Hollander Boyfriend Checklist
Hollanov | Rated: T | Chapter One
Inspired by this post by @watermelontuesdays!
Summary:
In a world where Shane & Ilya never hooked up and were only ever rivals and colleagues, Shane does eventually come out (after Scott and Kipās kiss that changed everything.) He keeps the media at bay by teasing what heās looking for in an ideal boyfriend.
Ilya starts taking notes.
Heās not the only one.
Excerpt:
Shane
Shaneās life was hockey. As soon as heād learned to skate, he lived and breathed the game. Knew the rules.Ā UnderstoodĀ them in a way that was a head-rush of relief in a world that usually offered him nothing, but stress and discomfort. Hockey helped him carve out a space for himself and he loved it for that.
He knew the love he got in return was always conditional, but over the years heād convinced himself it was enough. It had to be.
And then he watched Scott Hunter kiss his boyfriend out on the ice, after winning the Cup, and Shane realized not only did he want moreā¦
HeĀ neededĀ it.
That place inside of himself where heād packed away everything that didnāt fit into the world he lovedāeverything heād tried so desperately to ignoreācracked wide open and it all poured out.
Aching loneliness.
Bitter jealousy.
A deep, yearning want.
And the worst oneāthe one that he never seemed to be able to stamp out, no matter how hard he tried: a spark of hope.
Could I have that?
Staring at Hunter, who was fully fucking making out with his boyfriend between declarations of love, Shane didnāt even realize heād started crying until his mom reached over to swipe a gentle finger down his cheek. He startled, huffing out a laugh as he scrubbed a hand across his face, suddenly aware of how the cheers from the TV were the only sound in the room.
āSweetheart,ā she began and Shane shook his head.
āIām okay. Iāmāā Fine? Happy for Hunter? Any answer would be good enough in its own way, something his parents would accept, but he couldnāt sit there in this moment and bring himself to say anything but the truth.
āā¦Iām gay.ā
Silence fell over the living room again and Shane held his breath. He couldnāt take the words back, wasnāt even sure if he wanted to, but thisāthis would change everything. Every scenario heād run through his brain before was purely theoretical. Ready or not, he was about to find out if their love was conditional too.
His dad cleared his throat, leaning forward to brace his elbows on his knees as he dipped his head to meet Shaneās gaze. āHi, gay,ā he said. āIām Dad.ā
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AU where Shane and Ilya don't hook up or have a decades-long secret. They don't really know each other at all, except to play each other.
Shane comes out of the closet sometime after Scott does, and in some random, lighthearted interview, they ask him what he's looking for in a man. And Shane's just, off-hand like, "Well, he'd have to have at least one Stanley Cup. Obviously." And when he gets a good reaction from that, he keeps going, like "Needs to be amazing at hockey. Definitely needs to be at least an All-Star, if not a captain. Hot too. If he can't bench-press me, I'm not interested."
And it's all in fun, except two days after the interview prints, Ilya Rozanov shows up at his door like "knock, knock. I am here to apply for boyfriend position. Do you need resume? I brought my Stanley Cup ring, just in case."