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✍️ Heated Rivalry + assorted C-dramas, lately.
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Literally my favourite thing about Rogue One is that it makes the opening of New Hope so funny. Like, Vader has followed Leia from a planet he just blew up seconds ago and pursued her across the galaxy and then she’s just like: ‘I’m on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan’
Vader: You’re a rebel. I just had a fight with your entire rebel fleet and followed you here. Straight from the rebels. Of which you are a part
Leia: *dramatic gasp* rebel? Me??? I was just passing through. Diplomatically. Thought it was a five-space-ship pile-up or something going on there…
ok but this is like legitimate Canon Improvement because I’d always wondered why Vader was so wildly furious at the start of the movie like “rahhhhh bring me the passengers I WANT THEM ALIVE!!!!” and now I’m like
ohh yeah okay they literally JUST blew up Vader’s base, stole his sh!t, and took off while giving him the finger from the window
It is the best thing ever because it establishes that he knows she’s a Rebel and she knows he knows she’s a Rebel and he knows she knows he knows she’s a Rebel and—here’s the kicker—every moment she stalls him is another moment Artoo has to get the plans off the ship and head for Kenobi, and so she’s standing there all “Rebellion? What Rebellion? Me? *kicks dead Stormtrooper underneath carpet* I don’t know about any plans, have you checked behind the sofa?” and making Darth Vader’s blood pressure rise, and, oh, the best part of it is that she’s his daughter so guess where she got that sass from, like every fucking dead blue Force Ghost Jedi who got killed at the birth of the Empire is whooping and cheering from the Blue Force Ghost Afterlife seeing Anakin Skywalker get inflicted with everything they had to deal with from him.
I like to imagine Obi Wan, stealthily ninja-ing his way through the Death Star, overhearing a conversation about how somebody has sprung the Princess from her cell and is now wreaking havoc across the station.
He proceeds to have a brief ptsd flashback, sighs deeply and mutters “Anakin and Padme’s kids, ANAKIN and PADME’s kids…”
(this post by @virginshane was back on my dash and, well, i had to!)
Some of the Boston Raiders come out with them after the game - those not too bothered by the ass-kicking they were just delivered - and hours into the night, the only ones still left standing are Marley, Ilya, and Shane (who's there still only because Ilya is, and has been dozing on and off against his shoulder for a little while now).
He wakes right the fuck up, though, when Marley laughs and says something about it being a funny coincidence, the only two people Ilya's been seriously involved with being from Montreal.
"What?" Shane says.
Ilya frowns, equally confused. "What are you talking about, Marley?"
"I mean, there's Hollander," Marley says, gesturing at Shane with his beer bottle, "and before him, there was Jane."
Shane relaxes against Ilya's side again. "Oh."
"Please tell me you are joking," Ilya says. When Marley just blinks at him, he helpfully prompts, "Montreal Jane, Montreal Shane...."
Marley's eyes widen. "No fucking way, man."
Ilya shrugs his free shoulder.
"Okay, but..." Shane watches with fascination as Marley's cheeks go pink. His eyes dart towards Shane, and away again. "You talked about Jane, like. A lot. Got pretty fucking graphic with it. You telling me all that was about Hollander?"
Shane straightens. "What."
"Why are you surprised?" Ilya asks, raising an eyebrow at him. "You knew this, I told you this."
"I thought you were just running your mouth," Shane says. Making it up because you knew it turned me on, he doesn't say. He glances back at Marley, who is now openly staring at him with a look on his face that Shane has no idea how to interpret. "What - what did he tell you?"
"What didn't he tell us." Very fucking helpful, Marley, thank you. "He got really detailed about you. Pretty sure Carmichael's jerked it to you more than once, he always got excited when Jane was brought up."
Shane's stomach twists, and he can't tell if it's embarrassment or something else.
"You all got excited," Ilya says, grinning. There's a glint in his eyes, a shark that's just spotted blood in the water. "Always wanting to hear more about my Jane. I tried to tell you no, she's a good girl, wouldn't want me talking about her like that, and you'd say a good girl doesn't leave marks like that."
Shane swallows. He feels warm, his head spinning. He should be telling Ilya to shut up, shouldn't he?
"You looked like you'd been mauled by a tiger," Marley says, clearly remembering a specific instance. "And don't act like you didn't love to brag. Always talking about Jane's fat ass and how much she loved sucking your cock."
"You didn't," Shane says numbly, mortified. Skin buzzing with it.
Ilya's hand settles on his thigh, but he's not looking at Shane, doesn't bother answering him. "You would brag too, if you had a girl so hungry for you she's getting on her knees in the doorway as soon as you step in the room."
Shane wants to protest. He can't, because it's true.
Marley seems to pick up on that. "I always thought you had to be exaggerating."
"I never exaggerate about Jane. Why would I need to? Eager slut like that, already sounds too good to be true."
"So when you said she once rode you for almost an hour..."
Ilya shrugs. "My Jane likes a challenge."
Marley whistles, impressed. Shane doesn't look at him, can't anymore, but he can feel his eyes on him, hot like a brand.
"And that she likes it when you fuck her tits?"
"I don't have tits," Shane mutters, face flaming.
Ilya's hand squeezes his thigh in warning. Hush, darling, the men are talking. "Her perfect perky little A-cups. Look even better when I've marked them up."
"And that she lets you cream pie her ass?" Marley's voice has gone hushed, almost awed.
"Lets me?" Ilya repeats. "No, she begs for it."
Shane is on fire. He's so turned on he can hardly breathe.
Ilya isn't done. "She's unbelievable, Marley, a wet fucking dream. I do whatever I want to her, slap her ass, spit on her, choke her with my cock, doesn't matter. She's begging for more."
His hand has been stroking Shane's thigh as he speaks, inching higher and higher. It's still a shock when his fingers brush against his cock and Shane let's out a shocked, breathy, mortifying noise.
"You see?" Ilya says, unbearably smug.
"Fuck," Marley breathes. "You lucky son of a bitch."
Ilya hums. "Very lucky. And you are very sad, hearing all this and knowing you can never touch."
Marley barks out a laugh. "Oh, fuck you, man."
"If you ask nicely, though, maybe I will let you watch."
Shane startles. He looks at Ilya, who's watching Marley, lazily curious. Marley's eyes are darting between the two of them, looking conflicted but clearly interested.
"Jane won't mind?" he finally asks.
Jane, still. It shouldn't be this hot.
"We just went over this, no?" Ilya says.
He finally looks Shane's way, gaze sharp, daring him to protest. To pretend he doesn't want this.
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“you care for me a little bit, i do think. but i can’t hang my life on a little bit. you don’t. you don’t love me. i was yours once till death if you’d cared to keep me. but i’m someone else’s now. and he’s mine in a way that shocks you.”
Halfway up the climb, despite wearing a raincoat, I was soaked through and utterly miserable. I knew I wouldn't give up, yet a thread of despair still crept in. As if sensing something, I suddenly stopped and turned around.
Men You Ping was standing right behind me.
I didn't know when he'd come, but it was just like the ten thousand times before.
"i only accept this ship if X is actively in therapy" the best i can do is folie a deux and using hole as clicker training. go eat some vegetables so you can grow up big and strong
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alright, i really should be asleep but i can't stop thinking about this scene so here we go.
i love the interaction between language and space here. xiao hua spends the majority of the confrontation seated, while kang-shu stands up, and so he's being talked down to both physically and through the insults and jabs thrown at him. but his demeanour is calm, poised, he's smiling; nothing he's hearing is anything that xiao hua hasn't been told before, considered, and discarded as below his notice. it all slides off of him. and this confidence, combined with how xiao hua only rises once kang-shu has already admitted defeat, shifts that initial presentation of power. he wasn't being talked down to. rather, he'd turned that seat into his throne simply by sitting there and saying a few words- "the leader of the xie family is still me"- and it becomes a show of strength that xiao hua does not need to stand on the same equal ground as kang-shu in order to force him to cave.
so by the time xiao hua walks up and looks him in the eye, there's no real negotiation. he's just a leopard playing with its food. it's also just beautiful that the final blow isn't dealt with force, it's through a few carefully chosen words in a too-quiet, too-soft, too-dangerous tone, while leaning in too close for comfort. yes, xiao hua is jie yuhua, he's that "opera-singing sissy" you called him, kang-shu. and you just lost to him.
the last expression on xiao hua's face then ends the scene and makes it all: eyes gone dead, stare turned to ice. the final word was said, and the man before him is no longer worth his time or regard. the only thing left is for him to get out of his sight. and into a jail cell.
its really important to me that people understand that when ilya calls hayden “15th best metro” he is fully joking. while certainely not on shane and ilyas level, hayden is one of shanes wingers on the first line. you dont get put on the first line with shane fucking hollander by being bad at hockey. same goes for ilyas chirp about shanes backhand. i doubt theres a single skill in hockey shane is truly subpar at.
From what I've seen (I've not read the books yet), my understanding is that Ilya doesn't really care about other players. I think other players get just generic chirps, that might bruise their ego, but are ultimately nothing special. I think, that if you're get your own brand of chirping from Ilya, something he only uses for you, it's an acknowledged of your skills, that he has respect for what you do.
Is Hayden the biggest competition to him? No, but he's able to keep up with and support Shane on the ice, something not many can do. So yes, he's not the best of the best, but it's worth being acknowledged for.
Hunter is not much older than him and Shane, but he was at one point the one everyone looked when he started his career. He came before them, they had to prove that they had greater skills than him. So it's an acknowledgement of his skills, that he came before them and had to go up against his accomplishments. He's the before that Ilya tries to beat.
Ignoring the boring insult (what many and I don't see as an insult, but as his way of saying that Shane is safe, reliable and predictable, in a way that many people need when they come from a dysfunctional family), his chirping about the weak backhand is, in my opinion, the self-assurance that he is better at something in hockey than Shane. Sure the rivalry they had or was portrayed was not of their own making, but they were pitted against each other before they even met, and hockey was Ilya's one way out of the miserable life he lead in Russia. He had to prove that he was worthy of getting in the NHL, had the necessary skills. So even if it's no longer needed, it's a self reminder that he is worthy to occupy the place he has. The one thing he's factually better at than Shane. Acknowledgement that Shane is better at or on the same level as he is at most hockey related thing, all but this one thing.
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