Shane Hollander will be stepping away from the Montreal Metros to attend to personal matters, effective immediately. In his absence, Hayden Pike will step in as team captain. Shane asks that his privacy be respected during this time, and hopes to be back on the ice soon.
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I’m using my credentials to call bullshit on Shane not being good with kids. On a fundamental level it is impossible for him to be bad with kids for the simple fact that the kids would be truly so obsessed with him. Even if he wasn’t Shane Hollander Pro-Hockey Player I promise you a beautiful man who is good at sports will never struggle to connect with kids, they eat that shit UP.
Yes and-ing this by saying that the only person who thinks that Shane isn't good with kids is Shane. He's the person who will get really nervous and go "What do I even say to them? What if I do something mean? What do kids even like?"
Meanwhile, Shane:
"That's really cool stick tape, buddy! Oh, it was a gift from your aunt, because she knows you like dinosaurs? That's nice of her! I wish I could have dinosaurs on my stick tape. Have you seen dinosaur fossils at the museum?"
"Hey, it's okay to be scared of getting hit, but you can't let that stop you from doing your best. Nobody is going to be slamming into you here, and if that happens, we have a lot of people who are here just to help. Ready to get back out there?"
He talks about it with Ilya on their way to camp like "ugh I probably sounded so awkward, I know they like you better because you're fun." And Ilya has to "there, there" him while trying not to ruin the surprise that the campers has planned to give Shane a huge dinosaur-themed thank you card with all of their names and personal notes scribbled inside at the end of camp.
My rpf hot take is and forever will be that I don’t care what the celebrity thinks about rpf. Part of being in the public eye (and making money off the public interest) is that people will have opinions about you and some of those opinions will be that it would be hot if you kissed your friend.
However ☝️ rpf is for fans in fan spaces. Ethical rpf is not rpf of people who are okay with it (although I love you Dan and Phil) it’s keeping rpf in spaces that celebrities can’t easily find it. It’s keeping the real people and their real lives out of it.
eventually i'll have a more coherent way to phrase it bc i don't atm, but there's something about the way shane is talked about a lot that's just steeped in like..... this guy has so much privilege and needs to be humbled. he doesn't know anything about anything. has no opinions on the world. he just plays hockey. he's too privileged to care about anything else. and if it was a genuine discussion about the wealth required to play a sport like this, at this level, and the disconnect from reality that is often pervasive, that might be interesting. but this only applies to shane. that kind of conversation about wealth applies to pretty much every player in the league, but it all seems to fall on shane for some reason.
a rough timeline of events (from memory, there may be inaccuracies, feel free to correct me if I'm wrong)
Cambridge professor of sociology Jason Arday is accused of plagiarism by another academic
the accuser is a "race realist" who believes that in a true meritocracy all university professors would be white. this is somehow not acknowledged much during the entire ordeal
this leads to several days of media coverage demanding an investigation, or that Arday is expelled from his post immediately
somehow this accusation that has no effect on the lives of 99.99% of the population becomes FRONT PAGE NEWS in all the newspapers for multiple days, above anything else happening in the UK or the world at large
following intense media scrutiny, Arday resigns his post as a Cambridge professor
today, august 14th, days after resigning, Arday is found dead at his home in Battersea
the British tabloid press remains, and will always be, fucking evil
Went to google more news about professor Jason Arday, and I swear to God the first two pages of research are rancid propaganda sites smearing the man's reputation, up to and including popular Brazilian news magazine Veja.
This article by professor Kehinde Andrews clarifies more about the story of racist harassment Arday has been suffering since he fucking got a teaching job at Cambridge in the first place, in 2023, as the FIRST Black professor in that fucking stupid institution, who sure is taking it's sweet time defending their worker, despite already fucking checking his work for plagiarism and saying he didn't do it:
Arday's resignation has reignited questions about race and who is truly accepted at the highest levels of British academia
Several of the academics who harassed this man into suicide do not seem to have suffered at all in their academic careers. Actually, Dave Harris, who lost his Emeritus title for his racist behavior back in 2024 (something the news only call "criticizing Critical Race Theory", instead of "sent racist emails to fellow black academics"), was defended by Plymouth University, where he used to work, and fucking got the title back earlier this year.
1. He wasn’t the first Black Professor at Cambridge, but he WAS the youngest X
2. He was ALSO autistic, and nonverbal for the first 11 years of his life X
The rest of the story unfolds pretty much as described. And he was a fucking Sociologist studying racial equity in schools and academia. They publicly bullied a black autistic man to suicide for being imperfect whilst asserting a place for blackness in academia.
I’m glad to see an addition that mentions his autism. One of the many truly rancid things about this whole situation is the ableist way the press has been talking about it when it comes up: casting doubt upon claims he had learning difficulties as a child; slamming his memoir for exploring autism as part of its narrative. The Guardian talking to former schoolmates to try and prove he was never nonverbal is especially irresponsible. It’s using the very act of mentioning his autism against him as “proof” he’s a liar, contributing to a targeted erasure of Black neurodiversity since the prevailing image of autism is still so very white.
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I think a lot of you understand oppression as "how many people are mean to you online" and not like. A systemic thing that affects all facets of one's life.
The key to writing good fanfiction is to harbor a deeply humiliating desire, and the trick there is that even pretty basic and societally-accepted desires like “being held” and “being wanted” CAN and WILL be humiliating if they’re intense enough. Become so estranged from human connection that the idea of someone playing with your hair fills you with yearning so deep you feel like you’re going to throw up and you will write some banger fanfiction. It might have some other consequences too but idrk about that.
I'm sorry but vaccines are so fucking cool. You're telling me that I just need to drop by my doctor, feel a pinprick, maaaybe feel a bit off for a day and then I have statistically significant, incredible chances of either completely avoiding getting a certain illness or at the very least have a pretty string guarantee my body will kick its ass swiftly??? Fucking magic potion.
Black ppl deserve to feel safe and welcomed on the internet, on fandoms on whatever community or hobbies they want without having to deal with antiblack racist attacks, microaggressions or enablers of antiblackness . And if u genuinely consider urself to be left leaning or an ally or woke you should do and try to unlearn the colorism, texturism , eurocentrism and antiblackness
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“everyone is mad at me and they just won’t tell me” —> “no one has said anything about being mad at me and i haven’t done anything to warrant being mad at so if someone is silently fuming about me and not saying anything that’s their problem and actually quite weird of them and i can effortlessly move on with my life”
this took SUCH a huge deal of unlearning because, like so many of you, i came out of a home where being quietly in trouble WAS the default state, and i DID grow up not just with the assumption but borderline religious conviction that Everyone Is Mad At Me, I Am Bad, I Must Exist In A Constant State of Attempting to Pacify The Natural Rage I Inspire In Everyone. and no it actually turns out that my family are the freaks . and yours are too
“this isn’t true because i DEFINITELY silently fume at people in the hopes they’ll figure out what they did and apologize” that’s not good. you shouldn’t do that
“this isn’t true because the ex-friendship that traumatized me ended explosively after they were mad at me and never told me why” that’s not good. they shouldn’t be doing that
“i don’t think this is true because my current friend group is constantly icing me out until i figure out what ive done to upset them and properly apologized without being told” hey thats not good. they should not be doing that
if the peacefulness of your relationship with someone (familial, romantic, friendly, anything) can be destroyed by effective communication/asking them for effective communication, you have got to get out of there. if you can’t get out of there, you’ve got to throw away any ideas about what that person thinks of you because they have their own shit to figure out before they can accurately read anyone else
Having your interests mocked as a kid and general low self esteem will have you insulting the things you like even when they're generally considered very good. Because you like it, and historically when you like something it's stupid and not worth anyone's time. So you will say nonsense like "I recommend this book/game/film, but it's okay if you hate it, it sucks, I really enjoyed it but that's because I'm an idiot" and you are recommending them the Citizen fucking Kane of that particular media type. And importantly: you need to stop doing this it is killing you
glad live action rapunzel didn't end up being brown bc people were genuinely so vile and racist to avantika over an edit getting popular but also........ god i would've liked to see it so bad
pretty please tell me everything there is to know about ur childhood friends au 🫶🏽
YAY YIPPEE YES OF COURSE <3 it is the beautiful shared brainchild of @grayaceshanehollander and me constantly yes-anding each other. meg has actually written a yuna-centric prologue of sorts to the main story, which slaps!!!!
the rozanovs move to ottawa shortly before ilya is born, and move into the house next door to the hollanders.
yuna and irina become good friends. they both have newborns about a month apart and are sort of lifelines to each other in a way, just having someone who Gets It during those exhausting early days.
david and grigori are not friends. yuna kind of wants to kill grigori if she's honest, but what can she do.
shane and ilya grow up together. they are inseparable.
the hollander home has so many photos of the two of them getting up to various shenanigans framed on the walls - ilya smearing cake on a wailing shane's face at his 4th birthday party. the two of them covered in sand and grinning broadly next to a lumpy sand castle at the beach one summer. a long-suffering alexei scowling at the camera while wrangling each of them under one arm because he's sick of babysitting and they need to go to BED. shane, one year old, asleep in irina's lap. ilya, barely two, covered in dirt and beaming ear-to-ear as he "helps" in david's garden.
obviously both of them grow up insane about hockey. they're both crying when their parents make them get off the ice as toddlers. they're the scourge of their lil kiddie teams. but they're also a matched set and even if everyone thinks shane's kind of weird, no one is very nasty to him because ilya is a social butterfly of a kid with no qualms declaring shane his favorite.
(this will change.)
because irina still kills herself when ilya is twelve.
(david drops him off at home after picking him and shane up from the rink. ilya wants to spend the night. david tells him to pop in and ask his mom for permission.)
(ilya comes tearing out of the house, screaming and wailing and begging david to help, help, please, do something, something is wrong with mama--)
grigori does not allow ilya to speak to the hollanders at the funeral.
irina is buried in ottawa. the rozanovs move back to russia scarcely a week later.
shane sends ilya letters. he never gets a reply.
ilya waits. shane swore to him he'd write; grigori won't let ilya write the first letter, but surely if he gets a letter from shane, he'll be able to reply.
(shane's letters wilt away, unopened, in the wastebin under grigori's desk. ilya was too young, too naive, still too trusting in his father. he never thought to suspect that grigori lied to him, not until years later.)
he meets svetlana vetrova here, in russia, while drowning under the weight of his grief and the enormity of the upheaval of his entire life. she tells him he skates with messy edges and he laughs for the first time since his mother died.
the landry family move to ottawa when shane and rose are thirteen. rose meets a quiet boy with the weight of the world on his shoulders. his auntie died last year, she discovers, and his best friend left, and his world has been so miserable and grey ever since. even hockey has gotten worse; without ilya, he's undoubtedly the best, but more and more people are growing to resent and even hate him for it.
still, rose sees something of herself in this quiet boy. she decides she likes him. and she's thirteen and alone in a new city and new school, too, so sitting with him at lunch is way nicer than sitting alone.
she's very into theater. he's very bad at reading lines with her (he's so flat!) but she's very endeared that he tries anyway, just because it makes her happy. he comes to her school plays. she goes to his hockey games.
of course shane takes her to prom. they're each other's first kiss. it's maybe not a very good kiss, but hey, they love each other, and that's what you're supposed to do when you're a boy and a girl who love each other, right?
shane meets ilya again at the prospect cup when they're seventeen. ilya doesn't greet him with the warmth he hoped for.
(ilya has spent the last five years being told his childhood in canada made him soft, and he needs to grow up. he needs to become hard and cold and strong. look - shane hollander has been winning competition after competition. he doesn't need or care for you anymore. stop being pathetic. you will be better and you will win and you will bring honor and money to the family and you will remember where your loyalties lie first and foremost. you will not be soft. you will not be lazy. you will not be weak.)
so when they meet again, ilya only calls him hollander.
shane tries very hard not to be devastated by this. he goes home and curls up in his bed and tries very, very hard not to look out the window at the house next door.
(shane is perfect and golden and beautiful, ilya thinks. he is from a world that has no place for me anymore. i am a broken thing with sharp edges. i will only make him bleed. better if i stay away and leave him to his charmed, perfect life.)
but they talk again the night of the draft. yuna and david congratulate ilya, tell him it's wonderful to see him again. they congratulate grigori, too, perhaps with less enthusiasm and warmth. and shane and ilya meet in the gym, and they talk, and...
and maybe there's still something there? maybe they can reconnect?
("rose, i think we need to break up," shane says, so, so guilty, his head bowed. "i'm sorry. i think--i don't know, but i just--i think--i think i might like. guys? and... i don't know. i'm so sorry. i just--it's not fair to you for me to be. like this.")
(rose considers that for a second. "okay," she says, and flops herself across his lap. "but we're still doing movie night, right? you promised to do my nails.")
(she won't be unpacking why, exactly, she's so chill with them going back to being best friends instead of boyfriend and girlfriend, but, like, it's just because she's a chill person. and an ally! don't look at her too hard okay.)
shane is so so so happy when he finds out ilya asked for them to do the ccm commercial together. ilya wanted to see him again! ilya does still care! it's not just him!
and then they hook up, and it's incredible, and holy shit, ilya, when did you even learn to do that--
except ilya is still only calling him hollander, and as soon as the sex is over, he's making as if to leave, just like that, and shane doesn't understand. he thought--didn't ilya want to--wasn't this because he--
this was... nothing to him?
"you used to call me shane," shane says. ilya pauses, then turns away to pull his shirt back on.
"that was a long time ago," he shrugs. he's pretending to be unaffected. "i don't know you like that anymore. but damn, hollander, you grew up hot." a wink. he's so unaffected. this is just sex. he doesn't even care.
and shane just stares at him for a minute like. wait. that's all this was about to you? you did all this just because… just for sex? just because you wanted to fuck a man and knew i wouldn't tell? that's it? that's… it?
and then he gets up and yanks on his hoodie and sweats and stuffs his feet into his shoes and just leaves. you know, the classic hollander goodbye. he's going for a walk. he's not going to cry on the walk though. he's not!
and ilya is just left like. uh. but. this is your room?
(he knows shane leaves when he's overwhelmed and upset. some things haven't changed, huh?)
(there's a knot of guilt in the pit of his stomach. shane is overwhelmed and upset, and it's because of him.)
(he shrugs it off and goes back to his room. it's not like he and shane mean anything to each other anymore.)
(...don't they?)
Thus Begins The Rookie Year Of Epic Divorce.
there are many branching paths from here and this is already so long so i'll chill out for the moment but. jazz hands. that's childhood friends au!!
other significant bits include:
ilya gets to visit irina's grave for the first time at his first boston-in-ottawa game. he meets yuna there. she's... not all that thrilled to see him.
(her best friend's son has grown into a detached playboy at all of eighteen, nearly nineteen. he drinks and parties and fucks his way through life, and he doesn't seem to care about anyone or anything anymore. it's a tragedy, what the sweet boy she remembers has turned into. but she doesn't want to let this tragedy drag shane down with it. she won't let it.)
shane wins rookie of the year, notices ilya's absence, and swallows hard. of course ilya won't bother congratulating him or even showing his face. ilya gets to do that. if they were reversed, if ilya had won, and shane was a sore loser about it, the tabloids would have a field day. the antisocial, bitter asian kid: no longer a true golden boy, not if he shows faults.
so he hardens his heart as best he can and accepts when scott hunter offers to buy shots. it's his night. he won. he should have fun and party and stop thinking about ilya.
unfortunately, alcohol is a depressant.
poor scott has no idea what's going on. he's having a good time at the party and then suddenly shane hollander (has been doing shots with the others, now just sitting there with a weird look on his face) bursts into tears.
Okay!
scott: oh, buddy. here, drink some water. it'll be okay. what's wrong?
shane, his eyes enormous: i … am going to die alone.
scott:
scott: bud, you're 20. you have plenty of time--
shane, his lower lip wobbling: no. it doesn't matter. im gonna die alone on the ice 'cuz i'm not allowed to ever be not perfect, and he's never gonna care, and, and--
scott, hearing that "he" and Extremely aware of his own closeted nature (and also hearing kill bill sirens): WHOA!! okay okay here drink some more water. stop talking. maybe we need to get you to your room now okay? okay.
ilya comes back inside just in time to see scott leading a sniffling, tearful shane out of the room. he follows, eyes narrowed, because where the fuck are you taking sh--hollander, hunter? if you hurt him, ilya will kill you.
scott gives him a very odd look and says, uh, i'm taking him back to his room? he's drunk.
shane looks at ilya over scott's shoulder with wide eyes, and then quickly looks away again because he doesn't want ilya to see him crying. the elevator opens, and scott ushers him inside. ilya doesn't follow.
(shane explains to scott, as they make it back to his room: "i told you. he doesn't care about me anymore but it's okay because no one ever really likes me that much anyway so i'm used to it. you probably won't like me very much either if you spend enough time with me. i'm hard to be friends with. everyone says so. so it's not his fault, you don't need to be mad at him like that, okay? i'm sad but it's okay. i'm used to being sad. i want to go to sleep now. do you know where i left my bed?")
("oh, jeez, kid, we really got you smashed," scott sighs. "you're in bed. go to sleep. you'll be alright.")
shane doesn't remember much of it in the morning. it's probably better that way.
also relevant to this au: yuna's brick is part of shane's backstory. ilya doesn't know about it. he still thinks shane's life is oh-so-perfect without any real problems. he is going to experience the shock of a lifetime when he finds out someone tried to kill shane.
attaching something to an email is so scary. what if i accidentally put hard-core porn in there. i don't think i have any downloaded but what if i do and i attached it to the email. what then.
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I do think the ability to emoji-react is a net win for human communication. not only does it give you an outlet for 'I see and acknowledge this but don't have a verbal response' but it also adds a pleasing alethiometer element to things
my coworker announces that he's off to the dentist. someone reacts with a tooth emoji. is this a statement of dentist solidarity? a wish for my coworker to return with more (or fewer?) teeth than he set out with? simple word association? who can say