I recently came across this directory of donation campaigns, mutual aid funds, and support organizations helping vulnerable people in Minnesota re: the presence of ICE. If you are looking for a way to help in whatever little way you can, this is a good place to start IMO.
glad to see people enjoying the gay sex hockey show but get you facts rights HBO has nothing to do with this it’s a beautiful Crave original funded by the Canadian gov and paid for with my taxes 🫵
Please stop what you’re doing right now. Stop everything. If you’re eating, put your hands down. If you’re drinking, stop what you’re buying. If you’re playing, stop playing. If you’re on a trip or at work, please just listen to me for a moment. Please don’t ignore what I’m about to say.
What’s happening here today is unbearable. Gaza is not well, even after what you call a ceasefire. We still can’t return to our homes, and we pay exorbitant rents every month. We buy food at very high prices; we even have to pay for water. The war hasn’t stopped. Every day there’s shelling and gunfire. Please, don’t let the Zionist media deceive you into thinking Gaza is living in luxury. We are suffering. There’s no infrastructure, and there are none of the basic necessities of life.
Normalize leaving unhinged comments on ao3 fics you like. I’m tired of being the only one brave enough to write “I am chewing on this fic” in the comment section. Be weird. Authors will love you for it
Imagine you’re ilya rozanov and you bury your feelings because it’s been more than a decade since anyone cared enough to ask you how you are
You throw yourself into hockey in a wholly new way at 12 years old because your mother used to watch you play, because it can get violent sometimes and you need that, you’re carrying so much rage
You discover sex at 14 and it’s a different kind of escape. It feels like rebellion. It’s nice to feel something other than rage and sadness. You crave feeling wanted. You crave the temporary reprieve of loose limbs and heaving breaths.
You crave never having to be alone whilst simultaneously never being known. You may never be ready to talk about any of this.
And then you realize you like boys too, and that’s more sex, but this time there’s a dangerous edge. It’s rebellion and risk and freedom and maybe some downright stupidity.
You’ve never wanted to die. Not really. But there have been many times you didn’t want to live.
But then the momentum shifts and hockey isn’t just an escape from grief but an escape route out of Russia and away from the bleeding remnants of your fucked up family
It’s a good thing you’re good at it. But you need to be the best. So that not a team in the world would turn you down. So you can get the fuck out.
You fuck, and you fight, and you play your way into a whole new life.
Your father calls you a traitor. He says you should be ashamed. And you’re ashamed of a great many things but not the ones he wants you to be.
Your brother says they’re all better off without you. That you abandoned the family. You think he doesn’t understand the meaning of the word.
And then you develop a pointless little crush on a freckle faced prodigy that may be the only one in the whole world that can stand toe to toe against you.
He has a loving home and a strong sense of morality. He’s in this for the love of the game. He eats, sleeps, lives, breathes hockey in a way you sometimes envy. You wished you could still love it that way, like you did when your mother was in the crowd.
And maybe if you just touch him. Just get this whole thing out of your system, get the upper hand. You want to challenge him in wholly new ways and want to rile him up because you can only imagine how he’d respond.
He sees you as a cocky, self-assured bastard who needs to chirp his way through life. That’s fair. That’s all you’ve shown him.
But you’re unravelling at the seams. You fucked and fucked and fucked, and he’s still there under your skin.
No one else will do.
He has somehow become your entire fucking world and you chased him straight into the arms of another. It was the one and only time you dared to get closer.
i was crying over a heated rivalry edit when I noticed something, and now ive suffered for it, so shall you all.
ilyas’s cross is never visible when he’s around his family. not once.
at first, i tried to explain it away. maybe it was the clothes. he is only ever shown near his family whenever he is in a formal wear, and the cross isn’t visible in the joint interview with shane or at the rookie of the year event or the selfie awards thingy, so i told myself it meant nothing.
but around his family, even in casual clothes (which is shown like once), its still gone. not even a glimpse of the chain in sight.
and this is what broke me.
that cross isn’t just jewelry. its an heirloom, a quiet inheritance that ties him to his mother, someone he lost in the most devastating way. a way that leaves questions that echo for the rest of your life.
so when the cross disappears around the people who hurt them, it feels like shrinking oneself. like he has to make himself smaller to survive. like he has to hide the parts of himself that came from her, because those parts were never safe there.
alternatively, maybe its protection.
maybe he hides it because it is too sacred to be exposed in a place that broke her and nearly broke him. maybe, as an adult, rich and commanding as he is, he is finally doing what he couldn’t do as a child: keeping her safe
so the cross becomes something he guards instead of shows. a memory he carries instead of displays.
it still blows my mind how NONE OF THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN. this was a little canadian production that was going to air on a canadian streaming service and it was MAYBE going to be seen by a few more people outside of canada and MAYBE achieve cult status eventually and these two young guys who were waiting tables this time last year were just happy to be there finally doing creative work that’s fulfilling for them and they created a beautiful friendship out of working together and MAYBE they would get a couple hundred thousand new followers out of it to help out their careers and everyone hoped that MAYBE they would get picked up for another season and get to do it again…
now it’s the biggest show in the world without even being officially released worldwide and everyone and their mother is talking about it and obsessing over it and analyzing every little detail rewatching it again and again and it became the highest rated show of 2025 and they’re playing it at clubs and in gay bars and closeted athletes are sharing their stories with the cast and actual hockey broadcasters are mentioning it podcasters are reacting to it and it’s getting awards recognition and these two young actors have charmed the living daylights out of everyone and they got to over a million followers by the time the finale was released and they’re doing appearances and interviews and photoshoots and yet it’s never enough people want to see them everywhere all the time and they’re screaming at them on the street and on tv and THEY WERE WAITING TABLES EIGHT MONTHS AGO
I get annoyed when people are making posts that are shocked that Shane pulled Ilya. And like maybe, /maybe/, Shane locked down Ilya (there’s an argument that Ilya ‘domesticity kink’ Rosanov locked himself down as soon as he could get Shane to agree to it) but Shane did not pull Ilya, Ilya pulled Shane.
Canonically Shane is one of the hottest men in the world, he’s rich, he is at the top of his high intensity career, and he has the biggest saddest wettest most beautiful brown eyes out of anyone on the planet. The moment Ilya saw a scrap of interest he was arranging for them to be in a commercial and jerking off in the shower at him. Ilya watched this man fold his pants one (1) time and thought “well i gotta fuck him forever now”. Shane tried to say there wouldn’t be a next time and Ilya was like it’s too late, I’ve got your number, you’re never getting rid of me, if I annoy you enough you will come organize my socks as like a sex thing.
i live in the twin cities. it’s so scary here rn. these ice fucks are ruining our home and pulling our neighbors out into the cold. please support us if possible. there are hundreds of local businesses in need of funds for mutual aid, local food drives, paying for groceries & deliveries to families in need, etc etc. share & donate if you can, and stand with minnesotans protecting our community!!!
