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building beautiful worlds for minor characters and not a peep about Korogyi. what, is he too inconsequential? number 3 draft pick and no love in the fandom? even vincent lemaire gets a shout out every now and then. Korogyi doesn't even get a first name...
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I have a difficult time keeping track of orange varieties.... tangerine clementine navel mandarin tangelo... these are all just words to me. beautiful words but meaningless nonetheless. an orange comes in many sizes and flavors and that's all I need to know
I need to drop out and quit my job so I can focus on the things that really matter (reblogging other people's posts about shane hollander and ilya rozanov)
Shane giving Ilya a tour of his childhood around Ottawa. This was his primary school, and there's the rink where he played with his first team, and the park where his parents threw his 9th birthday party. The giddiness and trepidation of showing someone these personally significant but ultimately mundane things - is this interesting? does he really care? wow he really does. he wants to know, he wants to see me - and Ilya relishing all these stories of Shane's childhood, stories that only come back to you in the moment. that one time his class went on a field trip to the children's museum and Shane had a meltdown and Yuna had to come stay with him the rest of the day. That last-second winning goal he made when he was 13, how on top of the world he felt, how proud his parents were.
Ilya settling into the fact that Ottawa is his home too, and using these threads that Shane is offering him to tie himself to this new place, joining in on the collective family memory, learning all the references. Because Ilya will never get to walk Shane around his hometown, show him all the trivial places that will be stuck in his memory forever, that house those formative moments that make you a little nauseous to think about but that you want so desperately to share with someone. He can talk about it, sure, and Shane asks him to, but it's not the same. Ilya will never get to share his childhood, his Russia, with Shane. So he memorizes all of Shane's favorite places in Ottawa, and starts to find places of his own
sometimes writing fic in such an active fandom is like. what if i'm accidentally plagiarizing another fic word for word while also somehow doing it worse
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Hello today I am feeling majorly grateful for the culture of love and appreciation around fanworks and specifically fanfiction in this community… everyone can make whatever they want forever… and we all cheered… literally yay…!!!
Okay how about Shane coming home and all the lights are off, there’s a trail of rose petals from the door to the fireplace, a plush blanket laid out with a box of chocolate covered strawberries and a bottle of champagne. It’s cheesy and silly, and Shane is embarrassed, but then there’s Ilya in nothing but a silk robe bathed in the warm light of the fire waiting for his lover. He’s feeding Shane strawberries and champagne till his head is buzzing with it, tasting the sweetness in each other’s mouths, making out slow and languid and wet. Stripping Shane’s clothes off him piece by piece, kissing each new inch of exposed skin, taking his time spreading Shane open then fucking him deep and slow, almost excruciatingly slow, looking into each others eyes and whispering promises to each other I'm yours, forever, I love you and it's so overwhelmingly saccharine Shane almost can't believe it's really happening except he can feel his husbands wedding ring pressing into his skin where their hands are tangled together and he can see the firelight glinting off his own ring and he cums so hard he blacks out for a second
Pavlov was the Son of a Priest — Paige Lewis
