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    “No,” he says, smiling gently, like he doesn't know how irritating he's being. “Is my room first, da? You should speak with front desk.”

    Hollander stares at him.

    And then he starts to laugh.

    You ask the front desk,” he shoots back, in between his odd wheezes. Ilya's heart starts to pound in double time, because this is not—this cannot be Shane Hollander playing bed chicken with him. Their competitiveness is fierce, to be certain, but surely, Hollander would be the bigger person, no? “This is my fucking room, Rozanov. Wild horses couldn't drag me away.”

    OR: Ilya's apartment is under construction. Shane's in town for a game. It'd be a shame if they somehow had the same hotel room.

    [or, or: we need some more goddamn 'there was only one bed' out here.]

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    03 Feb 2026

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    ugh so cute. SO cute. but doesn’t sacrifice their manly emotional constipation yknow

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    The picturesque village of Buell, Maine is one of the last in the United States to continue the tradition of the “harvest” or “prosperity” lottery. Its residents insist the lottery makes them stronger, even as condemnation from outsiders grows.

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    24 Feb 2026

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    i’m genuinely dying, lives up to the hype and more

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    The Metros really were lousy at hockey. Shane Hollander was the only talent they had, which was why they threw the C on his chest before they even made it to the All Star break. The Raiders hadn’t given Ilya even an A yet. Coach had taken him aside and told him they weren’t going to think about a leadership role on the team until he’d finished his rookie year. He had enough to deal with, Coach said, which was nicer than saying Ilya was still nineteen, and his English sucked shit, and they weren’t quite done being worried about “character issues.”


    Ilya Rozanov’s rookie year reimagined by someone with serious hockey-watcher brainrot.

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    21 Feb 2026

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    finally, some hockey in my hockey!
    it kind of frustrates me that in the show they just glide effortlessly to the top and stay there—i like the idea that they have to struggle to earn their places and grow in the process

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    “I was thinking about the honeymoon phase thing.”
    “Yes?” Ilya said.
    “I think it’s different for us. I don’t want us to be all blissful and then only start fighting when we’re back to barely seeing each other. I think it’s good if we figure things out now, when we have the time. Whatever needs figuring out. So we have a solid foundation going into the season. Sort of like training camp.”
    “So this means you will keep getting mad at me for things,” Ilya said.
    Shane smiled, rolled his eyes. “Yeah, exactly,” he said.
    “Good, I find it very hot,” Ilya said, and kissed him.

    An insecure over-thinker and a self-destructive thrill-seeker walk into a relationship.

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    18 Feb 2026

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    so good. i feel like most authors are hesitant to describe the unsexy interpersonal issues that haunt real relationships, but this is EXACTLY how i think their dynamic would go

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    When Shane was born an ocean away from her homeland, Yuna Hollander, who did not pray, whispered into the world: Let every door open for him, my son.

    OR: Yuna Hollander learns to appreciate Ilya Rozanov, one step at a time.

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    16 Feb 2026

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    ugh i love my mom 🥹