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Namaygoosisagagun First Nation/Collins has burned to the ground. The entire community is nothing but ashes after being quickly consumed by wildfires. They did not have any support from emergency services, and no one offered aid. The community saved themselves by escaping into boats because no one came.
Mishkeegogamang and Cat Lake have lost power. Families are ending up in shelters with nothing. Armstrong, Lac La Croix, Whitesand, Gull Bay, Lac des Mille Lacs are currently in the fires path and all members are being evacuated.
All this loss, all this devastation, and it was entirely preventable.
After steadily underfunding wildland firefighting and purposefully excluding Indigenous wildland firefighters and Indigenous wildfire organizations from wildfire operations, firefighter training, decisionmaking, and resource exchanges, in 2025, Doug Ford slashed the forest firefighting budget.
It's hard to ignore his decision to cut funding and leave us out of adequate fire training (even though we've lived with forest fires for thousands of years—far longer than settlers have been in Canada—and made sure fires like the ones we're all seeing today were prevented through kinisitotēn) when, despite making up less than 5% of the population, we account for 42% percent of all wildfire evacuations in Canada.
And when we are successfully evacuated, we face discrimination and racism—like Kashechewan—because it's always been easier to blame us than it is to blame the true culprit: denialism, corportate greed, and colonization.
The people of Collins and every other impacted community deserve better.
Right now, the AFN is currently accepting donations to help Collins First Nation. If you're able to, please consider donating.
ONWA (Ontario Native Women's Association) is another great place to donate to. They have outreach vans going to motels and inns and offering food, water, resources, and cultural support to those impacted by the wildfires.
Other places to consider donating to are Mikinakoos Emergency Fund, Red Cross, True North Aid, Indigenous Climate Action. You can also send donations directly to Whitesand First Nation via e-transfer ([email protected]) and they request that you add your full name in the e-transfer comment section to receive a tax receipt.
*Before sending money, verify that the appeal appears on an official First Nation, Tribal Council or registered charity channel.
If you can't offer financial support, please consider donating items of need. Moontime Connections is currently accepting drop-off donations. If you live in the Thunder Bay area, Namaygoosisagagun Health Office is also taking in donations! They can also bemailed to Superior Inn Hotel & Conference Centre at 555 West Arthur Street, Thunder Bay, ON, P7E 5P8.
actually have nothing funny or snarky to say about episode 5. this is just actually the most moving and heartwrenching television i've ever witnessed and it changed my life. it changed so many people's lives. sometimes i'm like the hr hype is lowkey a little too insane and then i watch this episode and i feel like the world writ large actually underreacted to how legendary this episode was. i too would actually soul bond with francois, hudson, and connor if i witnessed this live in the dead of winter.
like i'm sorry rr/tierney ate with this....... like the idea that someone else coming out being the impetous for you yourself taking a big leap of faith too is so like. what being gay and in a community is about. like you just literally don't know you aren't the only one if someone doesn't come out and do something so ridiculously brave. sorry i'm being so earnest about this because i'm writing this mid tears. like that thing jacob said about how scott's coming out needs to be outlandish and loud to contrast the like quiet and tender coming together of shane and ilya. the problem with this show is that it's literally that good.
pictures that sveta and rose snap at one of the hollanders’ summer hang outs……. in the left one shane is two hard ciders in thinking he’s successfully scared ilya and in the right one ilya’s saying “you look really pretty. did you know you look really pretty myshane. i think we should go home and go to bed.” and he’s trying to wink with both eyes. at the same time. and shane’s got his frog smile on very patiently going “baby we are home… do you wanna go to bed? i can take you to bed.” and two seconds later ilya tries to jump into his arms and shane nearly hits his head on the light fixtures
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for as much as ilya says he doesn't get homesick, the first time he comes home from playing chess in the park with the group of older russian men he found on facebook, he does have to lie with his head in shane's lap for over an hour before calling his brother for the first time in 3 years.
he doesn't expect alexei to answer, but he does and the line crackles with his silence. it grows until it prickles under ilya's skin and he blurts, "do you remember the smell of the larches at sokolniki park in the summer?"
three years and a random question instead of a greeting. instead of an apology. instead of anything.
more silence and ilya supposes he deserves it. or, alexei thinks he does at least, and he's not sure why he bothered to pick up the phone in the first place.
"i remember deda dima telling us not to climb them in case we got sap on our clothes," alexei says eventually, and his voice is still heavy with exhaustion.
"i didn't know if it was real or . . . or if it was something i made up."
another first kiss by seventymilestobabylon (E | 5382 | Shane/Ilya)
"I wish you were my first time too," Ilya said.
Shane swallowed. It sounded loud, mlep mlep, gross. The problem with Ilya was that he talked all the time and said all kinds of things, and most of it didn't mean anything. But knowing that it didn't mean anything didn't stop it from hooking straight under Shane's ribcage and pulling taut. He said, trying to make it not sound like a big deal, or like some stupid porn thing, "You want me to take your virginity?"
big things happen every time we meet by throughadoor (E | 14574 | Shane/Ilya)
John's #1 Parlay of the Day @johnchukbetzone
I'll leave it to others to argue whether the relationship should even be permitted by the league. But vital information was concealed from bettors by failing to disclose when it started. Hollander & Rozanov may have allowed billions of dollars to be wagered under false pretenses.
storrowed by ilya @storrowed_by_ilya
I really should have known that the people with the absolute most deranged and late-stage capitalism reactions to the Rozanov/Hollander relationship would be online sports gamblers. You got me there. That one's on me.
Halfway through Shane and Ilya’s first season playing together in Ottawa, an online sports betting company figures out how to make itself the main character when it comes to social media’s new favorite topic.
Star Pupil by chaentics (E | 9006 | Luca/Shane, Luca/Ilya, Shane/Ilya haunting the narrative)
Years ago, Luca watched Hollander take to the ice, helmet off, hair sweat-slick and pushed back, face brimming with exhaustion, as he hoisted the Cup over his head. Now his fingers are skirting the elastic waistband of Luca’s pants, two hooking in so that his nails press against the sensitive skin of Luca’s groin, right by his pubes. The tiny space between his ribs and stomach twists sickly and needy at once. He wants Hollander to touch him so bad at that moment he can’t think of anything else. He wants Hollander’s fingers curling around his hips, his cock, his shoulders, so that the next time Luca sees that gif of Hollander’s victory lap in 2016, he can compare how he holds the Cup to how he maneuvers Luca’s body.
they always placed you for the leaving type by epigraphs (M | 10257 | Shane/Ilya)
Ilya’s not stupid. Ilya is a fucking hockey prodigy who talked circles around everyone on his team in Russia — some coaches included — with his ideas for strategy and different plays. But all the words from back then are useless to him here, and the words he has at his disposal now don’t do justice to a single thing he wants to say.
//
Ilya and the English language, through the years.
I'm Hurt, but I'm Pretty, Baby by anonymous (M | 2670 | Shane/Ilya)
Shane did a double-take at his boyfriend’s gray face. “You look awful.”
Ilya rolled his eyes. He leaned lightly against the newly closed door. He was moving more slowly than usual. “Wow, okay, romance is dead.”
fledgling by SNAKEHABITATTURNAROUND (E | 9279 | Shane/Ilya)
the cens win the cup. shane and ilya go to the cottage. red-tailed hawk juveniles are on the nest.
"I do not," Shane said, which was a lie. "And you should reflect on why you like to make your boyfriend upset so often."
"My boyfriend likes to be upset," Ilya said. He was leaning fully over into Shane's space now, his elbow on the center console bearing so much of his weight as he swayed, almost accidentally closer. He was giddy, childish, how had he forgotten how good it felt to be with Shane, just to be next to him and talk –
"Is there a rest stop coming up?" Natalya asked from the backseat, and Ilya didn't flinch, exactly, but it was a near thing. He'd almost forgotten she was there.
(have been thinking of Ilya catching Shane watching porn for awhile now - so here's a little ficlet - cw: mild humiliation (and my inevitable sappiness))
A flight delay and the resulting late arrival back to Ottawa makes the coaching staff cancel the next day's practice and Ilya decides he'll surprise Shane, driving out to Montreal where he lets himself into Shane's place.
(And if he sometimes traces the cuts and bitings of that key, when he's anxious or lonely or has just lost yet another game, just to remember how Shane handed it to him at the end of those first 2 weeks at the cottage, not quite willing to meet his eyes.
"Next season, you can let yourself in, if you get to my place first - I don't want you to have to wait."
And ever since then Ilya had always let himself in with his key to Shane's home, even if he knew Shane was there just for the small thrill of knowing he was always welcome.)
The place is quiet and Shane doesn't respond when he calls out to him, but Ilya notices Shane's jacket slung over one of the stools at the kitchen island and sees Shane's keys on their hook by the door.
Shane usually only naps on game days, but he's coming off a long roadie and maybe the season has caught up to him. Ilya smiles at the thought of waking Shane up, just enough so he's not startled, and then settling behind him and wrapping him up in his arms, pressing up against his body, all soft and nap warm.
But all thoughts of softness go out the window as soon as he opens the door to Shane's bedroom.
Shane is sprawled back against his ridiculous pillow collection, legs spread wide, furiously thrusting half his hand into his hole while his other huge hand strips his cock.
Shane's entire focus is on his laptop and his noise-cancelling earphones explain his lack of response.
Ilya almost chokes on his tongue and an aborted jerk backward towards the door catches Shane's attention.
Shane gasps and goes dead still for a beat before he slams the laptop lid shut and flushes to his belly. His mouth hangs open and his left arm jerks as he seems to realize that he still has 3 fingers inside of himself.
Ilya pounces, kneeling between Shane's spread thighs and grabbing at Shane's wrist with one hand, holding it tight so Shane's fingers stay where they belong while knocking the headphones askew with the other, "Ah ah ah, was just getting good - what's got you so worked up Hollander?"
Shane's eyes flit back to the closed laptop before he meets Ilya's eyes, "Nothing! Fuck off!"
"Nothing, hmm?" He raises his eyebrows and Shane shoots him a mildly furious look that only has Ilya more determined to see what he was watching.
"Just watching my highlights again?"
"No, you asshole - let me go - mood's ruined now," Shane says, face scarlet.
"Is that what you want? I let you go, we go to couch - cuddle, watch game?" He sits back on his heels and holds his hands up in front of him, shrugging, "Okei, okei, can do."
Ilya notices that Shane's hand stays exactly where he left it, "You could fuck me?" Shane asks, lips gone into a flirtatious moue.
"Not sure I am in mood, you know, long drive - maybe if I had something to turn me on?" Ilya prods as if they both can't see the thick weight of his cock through his shorts.
"Fuck, fine! But you can't make fun of me," Shane says.
"Have I ever?" Ilya asks and Shane shoots him an unimpressed look.
Ilya climbs behind Shane, throwing pillows to the ground to make room and hooks his right ankle over Shane's right calf, pinning him open and pressing his dick into the small of Shane's back.
He puts the laptop back between Shane's thighs but before he can open it, Shane has ducked his chin down intently focusing on the bedspread, which won't do at all.
Ilya grabs his jaw and forces Shane to watch as he opens it before all attempts at seriousness fade into snorting at the title.
"I do not think straight bros in locker room actually play 'casual game of grab ass' Shane. Probably do not 'full throttle fuck' after too - sorry if this is disappointing."
Shane rams him in the shoulder with the back of his head, and the fucker went for his left shoulder that they both know took a hit the week before.
"I will get myself off in the shower if you don't start touching me, Rozanov," Shane hisses and Ilya lets his hand trail down from Shane's chin, scratching lightly at his neck before groping one of his perfect tits.
Ilya presses play with his other hand and they watch as 2 very muscular men in football gear start stripping off in a locker room.
One of the men, handsome with brown hair, slides his shorts down thick thighs revealing a jock before ostentatiously bending over, his hole winking at the camera.
"Is this what Metros locker room is like, Shane?" Ilya asks, tweaking one of Shane's nipples with one hand while lazily tracing patterns on the soft skin of Shane's inner thigh with the other.
"You show your pretty little hole off to anyone, mmm?"
Shane gasps and starts pumping his fingers again at a pace that can only be teasing given how hard he had been going before Ilya's (very timely) interruption.
They watch as the other man stalks over, blonde and bearded, and snaps his towel against the other guy's ass before aggressively grabbing both cheeks and spreading the man wide, spitting at his hole.
"Would you have let me do that, do you think - in that locker room - could have had you so much sooner malysh."
"Noo, wouldn't have," Shane moans, bucking up against Ilya's hand where it's still tracing circles, rubbing the side of his dick against Ilya's fingers.
"I think you would have, always such a slut for me." Ilya takes the hint and starts pumping Shane's dick in his warm, calloused palm, timing his strokes to match Shane's thrusting, moving his other hand down to gently cup Shane's balls where they're pressed tight up against Shane's body.
On the screen the blonde is furiously thrusting into the other actor and Ilya might make fun of the lack of finesse if he himself wasn't basically humping Shane's back at that point.
Shane tilts his head back to catch Ilya's eye, "Fuck me, please, please fuck me," he pants and Ilya slams the laptop shut, pushing it down the bed.
He grabs Shane's hand to stop him from fucking himself and pushes him forward until he's flat on his stomach, taking one of Shane's thighs and rucking it up until it's bent beneath Shane to make room.
The lube is still out and Ilya pushes his shorts down just enough to slick up his dick before covering Shane's body with own, taking himself into hand and pushing into Shane's warm body.
Biting and kissing at the nape of Shane's neck while he screws his hips in tight circles. Shane is so so tight like this, making hiccuping little moans as he's fucked.
Ilya holds himself up with one arm while he works the other beneath Shane and gives him his warm palm to rut against before he starts thrusting hard enough to rock Shane's body forward a little with every push.
"Fuck, fuck, Ilya - so good," Shane shouts, come spurts into Ilya hand and Shane collapses into the bed while Ilya fucks him through it.
Ilya pulls out when Shane starts whimpering, overstimulated, and smears Shane's come over his cock before stroking himself, once, twice and then coming all over Shane's ass and thighs before collapsing next to him in their bed.
Shane turns his head and his pupils are huge and his face red from rubbing against the sheets. His smile is huge and dopey, "Hi Ilya," he says.
"Hi, Shane," Ilya responds and they both laugh.
"Am surprised you could get off on that," Ilya says.
"What - why?"
"Mmm - we do not know even if they are good football players - what if they are awful - would make your dick soft," and Shane shoves him (in the non-injured shoulder this time).
"Dick."
"Yes - gave you my dick very nice."
"The beard kind of reminded me of your playoff beard - you shouldn't shave it so quickly next time," Shane said.
"Oh - and when am I going to the playoffs again?" Ilya asks, scoffing.
"You know you'll be back there in a year or two - I know you will be," and Shane's eyes meet his straight on - completely sincere and utterly sure.
"Besides, I already found an ice rink we could rent out for the day in Ottawa - locker room and everything."
*dissociating at work* Ilya rozanov deserves to be babied and worshipped and its a really good thing he found a freak like shane hollander bc he does that shit unprompted
"we cut the nobody scene from the odyssey" "we cut the religious trauma and parental abuse from carrie" i'm starting to think that studios barely funding original films is starting to have an effect where directors make up a story and then slap an IP on it in order to sell. or maybe some bitches just can't read anymore idk it's one or the other
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ilya should get injured and have to be on rest and this means no more athletic sex and they still tried to do it with shane on top but that hurts too and they’ve had a long week and they’re both tired so shane says “please baby let me take care of you” so he sits behind ilya and just starts jerking him off, nothing too fancy, nice and slow. meanwhile ilya is begging shane cause he’s going sooooo fucking slow and it’s mind meltingly good and his hips keep jumping up in these little aborted thrust so shane has to put his thigh over ilya’s legs to remind him to be still and ilya’s still begging shane please please wanna fuck you need your hole and shane isn’t going to cave on that either so he puts his big fucking hand over ilya’s mouth which is when ilya realizes how huge his hands are and he’s got his whole lower face trapped in this fucking mitt to keep him quiet and if it’s maybe cutting off a little of his air then that’s okay too cause suddenly things are hazy and he feels so fucking good and he cums so long and so hard and then he gets to stay there in shane’s embrace while his brain reboots cause what the fuck was all that
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