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itâs not weird to find fanfiction from 2021, or 2017, or 2014 that youâve never read and actually taking your time to read it.
itâs not weird to love it and comment and leave kudos because the author will probably still see it someday and it will make them happy.
itâs not weird to like said authorâs work so much that you want to go look for other fics from them.
itâs not weird to go through the authors profile and look for other fics from the ships you like (or maybe some that youâll give a chance because you liked the author) and maybe bookmark them for later.
itâs not weird to read these other fics and like them too and comment on them because you actually like them and you want to let the author know.
itâs not weird to read fanfiction from 5, or 8, or 10 years ago and actually enjoy and engage with it because itâs perfectly normal to relate to something thatâs less than a decade old!
letâs stop treating fanfiction like theyâre instagram posts that stop being interesting in 24 hours! fanfiction is NOT social media, fanfiction is art!!! and art doesnât get old in one day, one year, or even a decade!
read fanfiction! write fanfiction! comment on fanfiction! letâs not let fanculture die people!!!!!
People who comment on fanfiction are wonderful wonderful beings. People who leave heart emojis are wonderful. People who capslock and flail are wonderful. People who say 'i loved this' are wonderful. People who highlight lines are wonderful. People who speculate are wonderful. People who leave essays are wonderful. You're just all wonderful.
Never ever forget how important you all are to the writing process. đâ¤ď¸
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov Additional Tags: Post-Book 6: The Long Game (Game Changers), Mix of book canon and show canon, Reflection, Established Relationship, Established Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Series: Part 1 of Birdie's Swoon June (Pride Month) Fics Summary:
Years into their relationship, after the Fanmail incident, and moving to the Centaurs, after the wedding and winning several Stanley Cups together, Shane and Ilya try to determine once and for all the timeline of their relationship.
Inspired by @swoon-june Prompt Event Day 1: Love at First Sight
happy pride to all my aspecs and arospecs out there
happy pride to asexuals
happy pride to aromantics
happy pride to aplatonics
happy pride to aroaces
happy pride to alloaces
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happy pride to ace/arospecs in platonic, romantic, and/or sexual relationships, or relationships that dont fit into any of those categories
happy pride to ace/arospecs who aren't in relationships and never want to be
happy pride to people who use microlables to describe their ace/arospec identity
we are all valid and we belong in this community no matter what anyone says. we deserve pride too.

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now iâm thinkingâŚ.maybe this is the good luck post
âŚ..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
i need all the help i can get for finals
Hey so
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.Â
So you know.Â
This might be the real one, yâall.
I could use some luck
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Luca Haas & Shane Hollander Characters: Shane Hollander Additional Tags: Character Study, Angst, Ottawa Centaurs Player Shane Hollander, Post-Book 6: The Long Game (Game Changers), POV Shane Hollander Summary:
When Shane Hollander looks at Luca Haas it is like looking in a mirror. Both the number two draft pick in their respective draft class. Both queer. Shane should like the kid. Shane did like the kid. But sometimes he couldnât help but look at Luca and feel an overwhelming cascade of resentment.
Or, a character study of Shane after moving to the Centaurs and coming to terms with the fact his suffering was maybe, probably, for nothing.
i feel very fond about how embedded in my blood payneland still are, even now that im neck-deep in heated rivalry fixation. bc even tho im not really reading dbda fic or engaging in the fandom at the moment, still whenever i see anything about hollanov being ridiculously codependent (yearning to fuse into one being, wanting to crack each others' chests open and crawl inside, and all that beautiful stuff) i just think. very lovely and true but that's payneland's thing to me so i cant feel all that insane about it. payneland did it first and to the absolute extreme (in my head); payneland is my codependency blueprint. giving up a possible eternity in heaven after meeting Once, spending over thirty years being more codependent and married than most married couples, building a(n after)life together and centering each of their worlds around the other, spending over thirty years running away from actual literal death together, going to actual literal hell for each other, orpheus and euridice if they weren't doomed. orpheus if he didnt ask permission and just said FUCK YOU shes my PERSON and im getting her out no matter how impossible it should be.
and like. maybe these are things hollanov WOULD do if they were also ghosts, but to me theyre just. such a different kind of ship. and thats what i LIKE about them-- i like that theyre NOT a fantasy/supernatural/mythological-type romance (except on the level of being hockey legends); i like that theyre just a couple of alive human guys and theyre messy and clumsy and have human faults and conflicts and other relationships that shape them through every beat of the story and theyre HUMAN. the unhinged codependency thoughts rock, but i can only leave them for other people to go rotate because all that space in my head is taken by charles rowland and edwin payne. they will never leave me
So Harris decides to do something special for the moms of the team for Mother's Day and lines up a series of posts to go live hourly throughout the day, wherein there is a featured picture of each player's mother wearing that player's jersey and a few extra pictures provided by that player's mom--pictures from Timbits games, family vacations through the years, holidays. A few players' moms actually provide Harris with pictures of themselves in the hospital holding the newborn who would someday become an Ottawa Centaur! Super cute! And if making these posts in alphabetical order by last name means that Harris gets to make sure that his own wonderful mother-in-law goes first, well...you didn't see anything.
It's just a day of cute posts, and Ilya keeps checking to see if Yuna's post has gone live because those baby Shane pictures always hit like crack and Shane so rarely lets his parents pull them out.
Delightfully, Yuna chose one of Ilya's favorites--a VERY nineties newborn photoshoot where Shane already has a shock of black hair sticking up in all directions, and a pinched little expression on his face. He is all cheek and eyebrow, and Yuna is twenty-four and has bangs and denim overalls, and it is so nineties.
"Yuna sent Harris the Sears photo," Ilya tells Shane, giddy.
"Oh great," Shane groans.
"People are saying you make the same face when you argue with ref."
"I don't argue with the refs," Shane mutters.
"True, you have very smart and sexy Captain husband to do this for you now."
Ilya scrolls through the rest of the pictures--not to be outdone, Yuna has provided more than most. Shane in the Metros onesie that Ilya knows he was brought home from the hospital in. Yuna holding a year-old Shane in her lap, her narrow frame nearly dwarfed by his chubby body. Yuna with little Shane at what is clearly a Centaurs game, circa 1995.
The next one--he sort of wasn't expecting, but he isn't completely surprised either. His own face, smiling politely next to Yuna and David the day he flew out to Ottawa to sign some paperwork for his contract with the Centaurs. It was only the second or third time he'd seen them without Shane, and maybe the first picture they'd taken together as well. He'd been carefully cropped out of previous ones.
"Oh, that's nice," Shane mumbles. He's stopped pretending he's not looking over Ilya's shoulder, watching him scroll.
The next picture is of their wedding day, unsurprisingly--one of several pictures from that day wherein Shane and Yuna had matching misty eyes and Ilya was actually just visibly crying with his face pressed to someone's shoulder.
Lastly, Yuna in her jersey--custom-made, Hollander-Rozanov on the back and 24|81 below. She's smiling over her shoulder at some game or other, proud of it.
Then there is one more picture. Yuna's hand in frame, holding a wallet-size picture of Irina Rozanova as she was thirty-two years ago, young and smiling with a baby Ilya pressed to her cheek.
It's one of only a few pictures that Ilya knows exist of his mother, and he thought the only copy was in a frame in the room he's currently sitting in.
"Why does Yuna have tiny picture of Mama?" Ilya murmurs.
"Oh." Shane rubs the back of his neck. "She, uh, she does this thing--she has pictures of all of us in her purse. It's, like, so that she has us with her. She asked me for Irina's picture a little while ago."
In the picture, Yuna is holding Irina's picture up next to the Jumbotron broadcasting Ilya's grinning face from the season intro video.
"Oh," Ilya murmurs. "That's..."
"If you think it's weird--"
"No," Ilya snaps. "Don't even finish that sentence, Hollander. I love it."
The caption of the post reads:
Yuna Hollander, mother of #24 and mother-in-love to #81! Mama Hollander is a reformed Metros fan and a proud Ottawan who can almost always be seen in the crowd at Canadian Tire Centre cheering on the home team. We love you and your boys, Yuna! Happy Mother's Day!
The Hollander-Rozanovs also treasure the memory of Irina Rozanova, mother to #81. Happy Mother's Day, Irina.

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HOLLANDER & ROZANOV ARE DEAD (hollanov, 13,255 words)
It is December, and Scott has been out for long enough to pretend to be used to it, and things are not perfect but theyâre fucking good, and Ilya Rozanov is at his apartment for dinnerâhas been for over an hourâand heâs still waiting so stupidly hopefully to introduce a boyfriend who very, very clearly isnât coming. (Or: studies on coming out, learning patience, one-sided conversations, and other absurdist waiting games.)
well we've all looked at an absurdist tragicomedy from the 1960s and said "i could make that about the gay hockey show," haven't we?
I get my media recommendations the old fashioned way: by watching someone I follow on here go on an unhinged reblog spree of media related content until I eventually decide to go "alright, what's all this then"
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Yuna Hollander & Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander & Yuna Hollander Additional Tags: Minor Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Minor Character Death, Temporary Character Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide, POV Yuna Hollander, What-If, Angst with a Hopeful Ending Summary:
Yuna Hollander was learning to love Ilya Rozanov. But while he was far from the one-dimensional villain sheâd made him out to be in her head since 2008, loving Ilya now doesnât always overshadow the fact that she hated him for nearly a decade. Itâs hard to shake nearly a decade of muscle memory no matter how much you want to.
The blood, sweat, and tears sheâd poured into his career over the years, all that work so people would look past his race and see him for the prodigy that he was. And yet it wasnât enough. Because no one could ever just celebrate his achievement, his talent. Because from the moment Rozanov burst on the scene, even before the draft, the two were intrinsically tied together. Every accomplishment of Shaneâs was compared to Rozanov. Rookie of the year, most points, first to be named captainâŚ
Sometimes she wished Rozanov had never made it to the NHL. Or at least that theyâd never been situated as rivals.
Or, Yuna sees a world in which Rozanov never made it to the NHL and it ripples in unexpected ways.
drawer - hollanov - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 545 - click here for my hollanov microfic archive on ao3
Ilya awoke in the middle of the night, the strange sounds of a foreign place enough to make him restless.
He was still nervous. The jitters of finally being here, of what he might slip up and reveal of his feelings, weighed heavily. What might happen from here?
Doing everything he could to not wake Shane, he slipped from the bed they were sharing and padded into the pristine kitchen of Shane's cottage (a word that he decided Shane needed to relearn the meaning of) and looked around for something soothing to eat.
Honestly, his hopes were not high. As ridiculously thrilled as he was to be here, in this place, with Shane, for a whole two weeks, he had not travelled here for the food. He knew that he would likely be subjected to horrors like zucchini pasta and breakfast smoothies and spinach hidden in ungodly places.
But fuck, it was worth it to be here with Shane.
So he started quietly opening cabinets and drawers, hoping maybe he would find a protein bar with a drizzle of dark chocolate or something.
He was shocked to find so much more.
Bags and bags of chips and snacks and other junkfood, all of the things he loved. Reusable grocery totes stuffed with all of his favorites. Beaming, he pulled one out from a shelf and reached for a party-sized bag of Doritos, only to see a slip of paper fall.
Absent-mindedly, he picked it up.
Things to buy for Ilya, it read at the top.
Ilya stilled.
It was a list. A long list, written in Shane's cramped, slightly-messy handwriting, not only detailing Ilya's favorite things but annotated with Shane's thoughts about them.
He couldn't help but break into a smile. Of course Shane Hollander didn't use something as simple as his phone's notes app. No, he was a pen-and-paper guy, walking around the grocery store like an old man with his list in his hand and his stupidly attractive glasses perched on his nose.
Ilya knew he was smiling like an idiot at the thought.
Cokes, one line read, Cans, not the bottles, enough for two a day.
Swallowing, Ilya bit his lip. Yes, he did prefer the cans. But he'd never said anything. Had he told Hollander this?
Doritos, another entry detailed. I think red? They were in his cabinet. Get both to be sure.
He snorted lightly. Of course, Shane would cover all of his bases. But he remembered what Ilya'd had in his cabinet from that night so long ago?
The notes went on.
Guesses at Ilya's preferences in coffee, cereal, cookies, and meals. Ingredients for traditional Russian dishes. Memories of things Shane had seen Ilya consuming in photos.
It was a wonder the cabinets weren't bursting with food.
And Ilya stood there, in the early hours of the morning, staring at the undeniable evidence that this man knew him. Or, at least, was making a very good effort to try to do so.Â
Suddenly, he did not want to eat Doritos anymore. All he wanted was to go back to bed and hold Shane in his arms.Â
But as he placed the unopened bag back in the cabinet, he slipped the list into his pocket.
That, he was keeping forever.

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