“Try our ai-powered-” and I’ve stopped reading. You’ve instantly lost me. I don’t trust anything that labels itself ai-powered. I’d rather deal with something that’s squirrel-powered. Like Norm. I trust Norm. He won’t try to sell my data.
I’m glad ilya plays in Boston because literally nothing brings me more joy that imagining him driving on storrow drive. Full road rage in Russian. His fancy car doing 15 mph just like everyone else. He was born for this. His large iced extra extra dunks in his cupholder.
Ilya trying to make a left on comm ave and warren during rush hour. Mad no one will let him go because he’s the fucking captain they love him in this city he’s a hero.
Ilya losing his shit over space savers and how stupid everyone gets when it snows.
Ilya correcting all his teammates who live in Lexington and waltham when they say they live in Boston.
A delight. He’d love it here it’s a city of assholes with good hearts.
i think a lot of heated rivalry criticism boils down to the fact that people don’t understand that romance can in fact be a genre on its own with its own conventions rather than a sideplot to a bigger storyline. “heated rivalry had no plot” the romance IS the plot. it is a romance storyline. like this cannot be that difficult to understand. what do you want them to do? go on a mystical quest?
shane hollander and ilya rozanov seek a lost puck in the alps
You make soup in a big bowl. You serve it in a smaller bowl. And then you convey it, using a spoon, to your mouth. But what is the spoon? Simply a smaller bowl still
