Anyone who thinks Yuna is too much of a ‘momager’ to Shane clearly doesn’t fully understand Canadian hockey culture and what it takes for even phenoms to reach the NHL. Kids here as young as 11 or 12 playing triple A can have agents, scouts are always watching and they’re watching younger and younger kids every year. Minor league (children’s) teams that are allegedly not for profit are in reality, million dollar franchises bought and sold with cash in parking lots, an open secret to their governing body. Parents can pay to ‘own’ a kids team for a season and dictate ice time and even coaching staff for their kid’s teams. Some minor leagues can cost upwards of $20000 a year per player, just for registration fees alone.
Move up a few levels, and reach major junior hockey, and you’re in the field where future NHL stars are developed- an absolute cesspool of abuse. Junior leagues have players working as professsional athletes under the guise of being ‘student athletes’, entirely unpaid and often billeted (fostered) with strangers far away from home at as young as sixteen, sometimes fifteen in exceptional circumstances. Often veteran players (19 and 20 year olds) are the only source of authority to these kids. It’s part of why hazing, entitlement, and misogyny are so rampant in hockey circles. Older players haze and otherwise teach younger players bad habits, and coaches and officials turn a blind eye so as not to hurt their teams chances.
Consider this, the immense pressure on a young (child!) phenom like Shane to perform at a high level from an extremely young age, and then add the fact he’s not white, and it becomes evident that the ONLY way for Shane to have a modicum of safety in this cutthroat world is if he is being closely monitored and advocated for by a parent. If Shane wasnt billeted it’s because Yuna and David moved when he did to wherever he was drafted. If Shane didn’t experience extreme hazing or racist attacks it’s because he had someone close that he trusted who had the coach’s ear and influence over officials and was CONSTANTLY advocating on his behalf- someone like Yuna Hollander, who knows hockey (and its culture) inside out. Even this probably didn’t shield Shane entirely but it probably kept him on a better trajectory than a lot of young hockey talent, especially if he had a good agent in his corner as well. It also meant that Shane had parental guidance so many young players lack that stopped him from completely adopting some of the more worrrisome behaviours that are so common in junior hockey (alcoholism, drug abuse, casual sexual assault, etc).
Still, by the time Shane is drafted to the (in universe equivalent of the) NHL he’s been playing professional hockey (in all but name) for a few years in major junior leagues, and dealing with all the bullshit that entails. So it makes sense to me that Yuna is a little overprotective and a lot obsessed with making sure Shane has the most advantageous contracts and sponsorships available- it’s financial security, it’s an impeccable public image, it’s making him beyond reproach in the locker rooms where she can’t be. It’s keeping Shane safe, in the only way she can.
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with both drama re: troyshane forgivenesss and now drama re: some deleted scene on rachel’s blog where ilya doesn’t react dramatically enough to a joke about shane getting a train run on him, i think you guys need to process that these two have grown up in a violently homophobic culture (in ilya’s case TWO violently homophobic cultures) and that they are just not going to feel the same bone deep shock and horror you do hearing this kind of stuff. they’re desensitized. shane even thinks in tlg he’s not sure what constitutes a homophobic remark anymore!!!
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I love the x-men so much because that's just what leftist infighting is like! that's literally all it is! xavier is a sellout and they all hate him but he's the only one with any money. everyone complains about "they keep switching sides and dating each other it's so fucking confusing" like my dudes have you never been a part of any socialist organisation, ever. then people will go "magneto is so strong how has he not killed a bunch of teenagers" HE DOESN'T WANT TO KILL THEM! this started in a goddam basement over coffee he does not want to hurt them he just wants them to shut up and listen and will fling cars to do so
Magneto one drink in: I love Charles but hes such a kiss-ass, we don’t need to be FRIENDS, we just need mutual aid communities and to be left alone
Professor X one drink in: what the fuck is his self sustaining mutant community going to do for all the mutants born to human parents, which is MOST OF THEM, he’s so gay he’s forgotten how babies are made and I want to kiss his stupid face
There's a recurring online tendency to aestheticize consensus itself. The imagined future village is full of emotionally compatible people who enjoy communal gardening, conflict resolution circles, acoustic folk music, mutual aid potlucks, and repairing bicycles together at sunset. Which is nice for the people who genuinely enjoy that lifestyle. But plenty of humans are solitary, prickly, obsessive, urban, nocturnal, sensory-seeking, technologically attached, contrarian, novelty-seeking, private, or just plain difficult. Those people do not evaporate after the revolution. They do not get Left Behind while you are Raptured into the Utopia. They become your neighbors.
If you say that you wanna see estrogen sold in vending machines then everyone assumes that's a joke and would have like major societal implications and cause all kinds of problems etc if it were allowed, but in a bunch of countries you can legit just like buy estrogen at regular normal pharmacies without a prescription or anything and it's fine. It's no big deal. It isn't even newsworthy.
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there is a massive and crucial difference between a woman character having narrative agency as a character versus having literal physical agency within the story world. the former is important for a work to be considered "feminist" (though what qualifies as feminist literature is a source of endless debate, and there is no real criteria, and it is an endlessly nebulous term that im only using here for simplicity and not because its even that meaningful in practice). the latter is not because there are stories that will be told where the women in them simply do not have agency in that setting. when we talk about women characters lacking narrative agency as a character in their story we are talking about characters like the classic early 2000's action movie love interest. she lacks narrative agency in the sense that she does not exert influence on the narrative. she may exert influence on the world around her, she could easily be a #girlboss with lots of money and power and maybe she even steps on some guys throat and shoots guns and drives cool cars like an expert, but she does not exert influence on the narrative. it's not her choices that shape it, or her internal experience that is explored by the story. she is pushed along by the plot rather than doing the pushing. the leading man is often the one doing the pushing, and she is along for the ride. these are your manic pixie dreamgirls and bond girls. she has physical agency but lacks narrative agency. the narrative is not concerned with her experience and thus her experience does not influence the narrative.
there are, however, women characters who lack physical agency in their setting but have narrative agency. if physical agency was a prerequisite for all feminist literature, we would have very few stories to tell, because for much of history, the experience of womanhood has been synonymous with lacking agency. the narrator of the yellow wallpaper has absolutely no physical agency because she is quite literally locked in a room for the entirety of the story. she cannot exert any influence on the world around her because her husband thinks she is hysterical and has locked her literally inside of a room. but to imply that as a result, the yellow wallpaper is misogynistic because it has stripped it's main character of all agency would be absurd. she has narrative agency because the story is concerned entirely with her experience of lacking physical agency, and her experience creates and forms the narrative. the same could be said about offred in the handmaid's tale. she has literally been stripped of all political and physical agency, and lacks agency over her own body. when offred does (perhaps) escape, she only is able to do so because a man in gilead that still has physical agency helps her do so. still, you would not say that the handmaids tale is a work of misogyny because it stripped offred of all agency and had her be rescued by a man. because offred has narrative agency. the narrative revolves around her experience. her experience shapes and forms the narrative. these are just two examples that im using because they are some of the most well known and widely acclaimed works of feminist literature that are centered around the experience of women without physical agency, but i could keep going literally forever. we have to be able to differentiate between narrative and physical agency in our analysis of a story's treatment of its women characters. if we cannot tell stories about women who have been stripped of agency because they are supposedly inherently misogynistic, we will have very few realistic and resonant stories about women to tell.
I’m a big fan of reenactment archaeology. I think there’s a lot to be said for recreating a scenario to better understand decisions made in generations past. Usually there’s an inherent logic to them.
Which is to say, that now that I have a baby of my own, I understand so much better the common cultural practice in which unmarried women wear their hair loose and uncovered, while married women have their hair covered and/or bound back.
I doubt it was just for modesty, oh no. No, my friends, I see now that the reason for this common practice of mothers binding back their hair is because there is nothing, I mean nothing, a baby love more than YANKING EVERY STRAND OF HAIR THAT COMES WITHIN GRABBING DISTANCE OF THEIR STICKY, SWEATY, AND IMPOSSIBLY STRONG LITTLE HANDS.
It is necessary for my postpartum depression study for the moms to have their hair down (due to our science hats) and the second they put their hair down YANK
I don't drink a lot of milk. It's not really my drink of choice (water or Dr pepper are generally my drinks of choice), I don't use very much of it for cooking. Like, to the point where I have a container of powdered milk to mix up if I ever need it for cooking. Sometimes I buy those little containers of milk made for drinking in one sitting, and part of it will go bad because I don't even use all of that.
So when I say I have too much milk, that could mean anything. But this time it means that my neighbor ended up with 6 gallons of milk, and foisted one off on me. And then a friend of mine showed up in the middle of the night, and gave me another gallon. So I, who never uses milk, had two gallons of milk to try to consider what to do with. I don't even know what to do with a pint of milk much less 2 gallons, so I thought I should make a lot of pudding. Because pudding uses two cups of milk per batch! I don't know of anything else that uses that much milk. I don't even think cheese sauces use that much milk.
But I had failed to consider what I would do with that much pudding. I know you can freeze milk, so I looked up if you can freeze pudding and it turns out that you can, and it doesn't even really change the consistency.
What it CAN do is become pudding pops, if you add it into some kind of container that has little individual spots. Some people probably have containers that make popsicles or whatever, and I probably do somewhere in my house, but what I did have on hand and easily accessible was ice cube trays.
I also, due to a weird fluke of recent crafting, had popsicle sticks. Way too long for popsicles made out of an ice cube tray, except I also had a pair of garden shears to cut sticks with.
Which is to say I now have four dozen tiny pudding pops to eat. Chocolate, banana, choco banana, and chocolate swirl cheesecake.
My partner suggested that I should have done strawberry cheesecake. Which prompted me to wonder what the hell kind of pudding he's been eating. But I bet that if I added a little bit of strawberry gelatin to a pudding mix, I could probably make a good approximation without changing the consistency too much, it would just at worst have a longer set time which doesn't matter because it's going in the freezer... EXCEPT. Freezing gelatin makes a weird texture.
So I guess stay tuned to see how it goes, because I still have some cheesecake/chocolate swirl pudding in the fridge and 6 spaces in one tray from what we ate of them.
They're fucking delicious, and everyone should get a chance to try these at home.
I made chocolate, banana, chocolate banana, chocolate cheesecake, strawberry chocolate cheesecake, and chocolate strawberry. I haven't tried all of them yet, but as I was putting them in the bags (to avoid freezer burn), they smelled amazing. I don't even have a good sense of smell, so I know they had to smell really good if even I could smell them.
And since they're made with an ice cube tray and not a Popsicle tray, they're the perfect little snack size. They aren't so big that they start melting and getting goopy/sticky before you finish they actually stay frozen the entire time.
idk if y'all are familiar with the concept of a renaissance faire that has a beer stand where you can pay to get publicly dommed by the bar wench. but.
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shane has no idea why they're even fucking here. some bullshit about turkey legs and sexy women's jousting, maybe.
he trails reluctantly behind his college teammates as they trudge down the dirt path, narrowly avoiding bumping into dozens of renfaire goers in various stages of costume undress and drunkenness. this is not a jock environment. shane is dressed in plain clothes, and has no clue how to react to all the vendors putting on vaguely medieval european accents. he is overall entirely out of his element.
they approach the bar, which is more like a cozy beer booth decorated with fake vines and nautical chains. hayden and jj jump in line. this is good. maybe if he gets a beer in him, this whole experience will suck a little less.
jj nudges him in the ribs hard and directs his attention to the guy dressed like a pirate buying a beer at the front of the line. the woman behind the bar, in a blouse and corset that greatly accentuates her chest, coos something vaguely encouraging at the guy and guides his hands upwards to grip the looped metal chains hanging from the ceiling of the booth.
with the guy's hands held above his head, shane watches incredulously as she holds his face gently by the chin and proceeds to pour the beer directly into his open mouth. a couple cheers from the group surrounding him seem to indicate that this is normal? she praises him in that silly fake renfaire accent, gradually guiding the cup upwards until the guy has finished the beer. he releases his hands from the chains and steps back, flushed and laughing with the woman and his friends.
shane feels vaguely dizzy at the display. his eyes dart nonsensically to the menu, which lists the prices for beer and a few non-alcoholic drinks. at the bottom of the menu it lists the raised price of the "bar wench/bar rake special." shane blinks hard.
the line moves. "that's fucking hilarious," hayden says, and shane nods absently and tries to ignore the stirring in his gut. he doesn't see jj and hayden exchange a mischievous look over his head.
too soon, they're at the front of the line. shane turns to see if his teammates want to order together or separately, but he's shoved up against the front of the bar before he can get a word in.
"he'll take the bar rake!" jj jeers, slapping the bills down on the counter. hayden shakes shane's shoulders from behind as if hyping him up. the wench barely bats an eye at the obnoxious display of mild bullying. she takes one look at shane's tomato red face and gives him an endeared pet on the head.
"one bar rake, coming right up!"
shane doesn't get the opportunity to question what a 'rake' even means in this context, because suddenly there's a man in front of him. a man shane hadn't noticed when he'd been doing something behind the bar with his back turned, but was absolutely noticing now.
tall, scorching hot, moles dotting his handsome face and dirty blond hair curling behind his ears. a muscular physique visible through a semi-sheer white chemise. stunning pale eyes narrowed like a predator assessing his prey. the rake smirks at him a little viciously and shane can't even muster up a stuttered refusal.
the rake leans over and grabs shane by the wrists, pulling his arms up over his head until his fingertips reach the chains. his touches are rougher than the wench's had looked. shane fumbles until he's gripping them tightly in his sweaty hands. he feels uniquely vulnerable, at this man's mercy. shane has a sinking feeling he's not going to get any.
he's distantly aware that hayden and jj might be catcalling this display right now. he prays they aren't filming this. the wench passes the rake a tall plastic cup of ale. shane watches with wide eyed baited breath as the rake takes a moment to seemingly stare directly into shane's soul. assessing him like a bug under a microscope. fuck. he might be getting hard.
the rake switches the cup to his left hand, and his presumably dominant right hand wraps around shane's throat. not tight enough to restrict his breathing, but a solid grip that makes shane freeze like a statue. the man leans in, murmuring closer to shane's ear.
"open."
fuck. shane is definitely getting hard. his jaw drops with zero hesitation. he barely manages to keep his tongue in his mouth with the way he wants to pant. this is insane. they're in public.
"good boy."
he can pick out the accent as a genuine one, likely slavic. undeniably sultry. shane squeaks, or whines, or makes some other humiliating noise that's a little too loud while he's open mouthed. the rake grins and hums like he's very pleased. the rim of the cup is pressed to shane's pouty bottom lip, and then the cup gets tilted and shane's mouth is flooded with ale he has no choice but to swallow.
it's a heavy pour, shane notices. the cup is filled to the brim and probably counts for two beers. it's a fairly light ale, though, and goes down without too much difficulty.
the stream of liquid isn't steady. the rake, perhaps purposefully, switches between pouring at a thin trickle and flooding shane's throat with a long splash of the drink. keeping him on his toes and prolonging the suspense. shane gasps desperately whenever he is afforded a moment to inhale. he imagines drowning under that hand.
shane is completely hard and dripping into his boxer briefs.
his mouth gets even closer to shane's ear, and the voice drops to a low whisper. quiet enough that nobody in the chattering crowd can hear, fucking hopefully.
"there you go, good little slut. just needed someone to take charge, hm? good thing it was me. i know just how to treat filthy boys like you. mmm, slower. that's it. would you swallow my cock this nice? bet you would love it if i bent you over this bar and took your tight little hole in front of all these people. whore."
shane doesn't have the leverage to nod his head, but he tries to squirm in agreement. a shudder wracks his body. the rake pulls back, and the intense eye contact is intoxicating. shane has maybe never felt this helpless before. he's completely obsessed. he's probably batting his lashes at the man like he hung the moon. drops of ale dribble down his chin.
"messy puppy."
shane almost chokes. the rake shushes him, a patronizing coo that goes straight to shane's cock. the hand wrapped around his throat flexes. the cup is eventually lowered, and shane realizes with a rush that it's now empty.
the man stays firmly in shane's personal space, demanding his full attention.
"all done. what do you say?"
"thank you," shane manages. this earns him a pleased smile. he feels hands around his wrists again, and oh. right, he sort of forgot about his arms. he was holding the chain of his own free will, but this still feels like being untied. shane returns his arms to his sides and clears his throat. he hopes jj forked over enough cash so shane doesn't have to pull his wallet out. he braces himself for the rake to wave him off for the next customer.
"i go on break at 1."
a clear invitation. his voice sounds amused and maybe a bit heated. it also sends reality slamming back into shane like a cannonball. he's tipsy, or maybe just drunk off this man, and rock hard at 11 in the morning. his teammates are waiting for him.
how is he supposed to trudge after them for the next five minutes, let alone two hours, at full mast?
the rake doesn't prompt him for a response. the hand that had once held his throat touches his cheek in something between a pat and a light smack. teasing. he thinks through his soupy brain that he can hear the bar wench giggling.
shane steps away with great reluctance. a quick glance shows that jj and hayden had seemingly gotten bored of humiliating him, and bought beers from a separate line. they sit at a picnic table a few meters away, shooting the shit while they wait for shane to wrap up the most transformative sexual experience of his life.
he lets himself look at the man one more time. he's still being watched. predator eyes flick off to the side with intent. shane tries to follow their direction with a head that feels stuffed with cotton.
a porta potty.
unideal for a risky public hook-up. is that what they're doing? shane is still reeling. shane is still a virgin. the location is disgusting. but if that's the only option...
shane subtly adjusts his black joggers and walks back to his teammates like he's waddling through molasses. he glares at his watch and prays that time starts moving faster.
actually i do want more female characters who've experienced rape i just don't want men to ever write them ever again and i want all fandoms to stfu about it forever. not by ignoring it i mean stop acting like a female character experiencing something incredibly common for women to go through is inherently bad writing i hate you all so muchhhhh
idk i make this post every few months worded differently but I'm just so so sick of the popular opinion seeming to be that a character i like experiencing trauma i relate to is taboo and gross and fetishising. idk maybe some people just want to tell a story about a thing that happens to people. a lot. im going to start whining that any character with a dead parent is romanticising grief and wank off material for grief fetishists
also interesting that male characters with sexual trauma are almost always lauded as Progressive examples of Good Writing but you can't even point out the obvious signs that a female character in the exact same media has gone through the same thing without people crawling over each other to explain to you that actually that's shallow shock value writing so we should ignore it. because obviously a woman's trauma is only there for men to jerk off to and men's trauma is Real and worth exploring
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Whenever people bleat and whine about the “invisibility” of trans men, I think about Heated Rivalry. The biggest show of the year had a trans man, Harrison Browne, cast in a prominent role where he appeared in multiple episodes and had a good handful of lines. Following the show he had a bunch of articles written about his role and the importance of trans inclusion, including one on CNN.
Heated Rivalry also features a trans actress. In one scene, in one episode, the one where Rose is getting her makeup done on set. The actress’s name is Miss Niki Nikita, her character is not given a name. She is given one line, with only one word: “Same.” Trying to track down the name of this actress requires you to dig through the guts of Google search results, and still the main thing that comes up is a reddit post where someone credits her. (Googling “heated rivalry trans woman” still just returns results on Harrison Browne.)
When you say “trans men are invisible” do you just mean that online spaces are constantly trying to raise awareness for the violence trans women face? Because from where I’m standing, trans men get to experience the joy and the limelight while trans women get the violence and the vitriol. But sure, I guess they’re “too visible.”
Can you imagine the chaos if ilya and shane actually go through with telling the public they are together once they retire? Let's assume they find a way to survive all that time. Let's assume they find a way to hide it.
Imagine they retire at the same time and are asked to say something at their last awards show.
Walk with me here:
The last one giving a speech end his with "oh and one more thing" The other comes out.
Oh thats weird the audience thinks. Well they are really good friends and have a charity together. Maybe they want to announce something with the foundation
"Due to the blatant homophobia in the MLH we hid the fact that we were together for over 20 years and married for over 10. Now we can live happily out and together. Goodbye"
The internet would explode. The MLH would be burned to the ground
