Ilya meeting Shane's parents must be insane for them like. Mr Ilya "The Terminator" Rozanov, terror on ice and menace in bed, politely stands there. Your very shy son admonishes him for using the word "lovers" and Russia's Greatest Rage Machine just takes it.

You ask when this started and Mister Dickhead makes sure Shane is accurate about when they started this. How dare you stave off half a year of us, Shane?

You ask if they talked to Scott Hunter and Ra Ra Rasputin says that he, famous asshole extraordinaire went to talk to Patron Saint of Hockey Gays to offer him congratulations.

You ask if he has no loyalty to Boston and Mr Fucking Fuck San Francisco is like. Nyet

Your son is having a panic attack and Miike Snow Genghis Khan calls them "boyfriends" and it's your own extremely shy and sensitive and loving son that is like MY WHAT

Every time I return to check please I’m utterly lambasted by how hugely traumatic and horrifying the back story with Jack and Kent is. What do you meeeaaaannnn your teenage soul mate attempts suicide the night before that draft where he goes first you go second so you go first he goes to rehab and then you don’t hear from him essentially ever again and you’re just sweeping in the career of a lifetime and he’s in college and can’t stand the sight or sound of you but is dating the nicer cuter trad wife version of you and they make out on the ice as he wins the Stanley cup in his rookie year and you’re still alone in Vegas!!!!!!!!!!!! What!!!!!!!!!

You are Yuna Hollander. Your son is in primary school and tells you he wants to be a hockey player because he loves the ice. He’s talented and he has drive, even if he can be a little awkward and reserved. He is your only child, he is your world. You are committed to making this happen for him.

You are Yuna Hollander. Your son’s brand new boss should be talking about how skilled he is at his job, instead he talks about your son’s race. The way he looks like you. Your son tenses up by your shoulder. You cover the discomfort coming from the both of you, because this is the price for his dream and it is your fault.

You are Yuna Hollander. You know Shane has to work twice as hard to be half as visible as the white players even though he’s better than all of them (except maybe that Russian in Boston). You’re grateful that he has his father’s last name, it’s easier to market. You spend your lunch breaks making calls, answering emails, securing brand deals. You get home from work and clock into your second shift, building your son’s retirement plan. The body you made for him will only last him so long. You’re determined that he will live beyond it.

You are Yuna Hollander. Your son is at lunch and he’s not acting like himself. He’s tense like you’ve never seen him. He’s under so much pressure and you know you’ve contributed to that and it kills you. Maybe he needs to break from this regimen. You suggest he has a glass of wine with yourself and David. You’ve forgotten how important routines and rules are to your autistic son. You don’t know how to express that you think Shane is maybe in too deep with his hockey bubble, and that he perhaps should meet more normal people. Or at least, ones that aren’t hockey people. You don’t know how to say this because you’ve pushed him into this, now you’re changing the game and he hates that. You make a joke about a Swedish princess. Really? says David.

You are Yuna Hollander and your son has a girlfriend. This has never happened before. For a while you thought he might’ve been gay, but clearly you were wrong. He’s a hockey player. He’s the best in the world. He’s handsome, he’s talented, and he’s rich. Now there’s a movie star girlfriend. He tells you a day before the media frenzy begins. It feels so short. You used to feel closer to him. Something feels distant, and you hope that this can bring you back into his orbit again. You ask him to extend an invite for the summer to his girlfriend. You hope that this Rose Landry sees your son, past the jersey to the quirky, funny, honest man beneath.

You are Yuna Hollander and your son is bleeding on the ice.

You are Yuna Hollander and you visit your son in the hospital. He’s babbling away like he used to as a small child, before the other kids told him that the way he spoke and thought and acted was strange. It’s unashamed and giddy and you wish it wasn’t from the morphine. You haven’t seen him this unguarded in— you can’t remember. He keeps a tight hold on your hand even when he falls asleep. The nurse says the visit earlier from Ilya Rozanov tired him out.

You are Yuna Hollander and you’ve just witnessed hockey history. Scott Hunter has just come out in the most public way possible. No one will remember this cup for anything else. Your son has been texting his friend throughout the whole game. His phone starts ringing and he practically sprints out of the room to answer it. You look to your husband in shock. I can’t believe someone did it, you say. I can’t believe it was Scott Hunter, he says. You don’t know what Shane thinks. He stays on the phone for a long, long time.

You are Yuna Hollander and your husband has just told you. Why didn’t your son tell you? Why didn’t he tell you years ago? What have you done or said that he felt he couldn’t tell you? How did you not notice your son was living a lie? Did he love his girlfriend? Did you not notice that he didn’t love his girlfriend? You are a terrible mother. You are a terrible person. Your son is your world. Your son has not let you know who he is. Your heart is breaking.

You are Yuna Hollander and Ilya Rozanov is in your home, eating your food and drinking your husband’s vodka. He’s also been fucking your son for a decade and—

You are Yuna Hollander. Your son is gay. Your son has been in some kind of relationship for a decade. Your son has been afraid of the world, of the media, of the reaction. Your son has been afraid of you.

You are Yuna Hollander and your son is telling you that he tried so hard. You are going to throw up. You have never wanted him to be something that he isn’t. You have never wanted to stand in his way. All you have ever wanted is the best for him. All you have ever wanted is to help him achieve his dreams. You take him into your arms and you feel his heart beating against yours and you remember his heart used to be inside of you. You haven’t known him. But now you do. You feel like the luckiest woman on the planet.

You are Yuna Hollander and you will meet your son and his boyfriend for dinner at 5PM. And you will be texting first.

I understand that people have issues with ep 3, but I’m grateful for it bc it gave us the Scott/Shane fight and therefore all of these great posts on Tumblr.com

and within the furnace of your heart, you burn in your own flame.

losing my MIND over the fact that Ilya probably thinks he's actually helping when they go to Shane's parents' house.

They get there and Shane is like "Ilya and I are, uh..." and Ilya is like "hmm we haven't talked about this but I know Shane is really uncomfortable right now, so I will shout out the one (1) english word I know that describes this situation. LOVERS."

Then they're talking about how long they've been together and Shane is like "since our rookie season" and Ilya is like "well, hold on now, you said you don't like lying to your parents, so let's be very clear about when this started. We have to be so clear about the fact that it started the summer before our rookie season. Wait, would it make you feel better if I give your parents the exact date and time of our first hookup?"

And then Yuna is like "you've been in love that long?" and Ilya is like "I need you to understand I've been drilling your son into mattresses from here to Florida for the last decade, but I can't say that because I want you to be my mother in law, so are you picking up what I'm putting down?" and Shane is like ILYA and Ilya is like "I am ANSWERING MY MOTHER IN LAW'S QUESTIONS"

And then he drinks his vodka and eats his pasta in his Boston shirt, very proud of himself for being sooooo supportive, meanwhile Shane is actively praying for a black hole to swallow him up

ilya rozanov asks shane to be his boyfriend, attempt 1: bro I fucking love having sex with girls

ilya rozanov asks shane to be his boyfriend, attempt 2: might fuck around later and marry a woman lol. yeah i have one in mind. she's really hot :) her dad was a goalie :)

ilya rozanov asks shane to be his boyfriend, attempt 3: [to shane's parents] WE! ARE! LOVERS!

you mean that you show that the church that we enter is devoid of faith by having the cross (the cross that grace destroyed) (the woman controlled by her father that still believed in her father's word) (because he was a man of faith) (and was betrayed in the end because dressing provocatively is a sin not as easily forgiven as is lying) (and so faith is long gone from that church because grace is gone) (that poor girl) be empty and the shadow of it clearly visible in the wall that has to bear it?

you mean that you show when a character is showing grace (like the name of the character that was wronged and why this all happens in the first place) (that not once is shone with that light because she was forgotten by the very god that her father worshipped) (that poor girl) light shines upon them like god themselves is guiding the shone-upon character?

and that this is the only moment that benoit doesn't solve a case, at least officially, because having grace (the sun dims every time benoit talks) (only shining when he realizes he's being selfish) (when he understand that this is bigger than himself) (that this is not a game) is more important than being right.

you mean to tell me that when father jud carves a new cross (bringing faith back into the church) he carves the figure on it in a way that can be understood both as jesus and as grace (a woman he has never met) (but a woman that looks so much like himself) (pointed at as a sinner just for being human) and that in the heart of the statue he puts eve's apple (returning it back to grace) (the rightful owner) (the only way he can) (righting a wrong he didn't cause) bringing grace finally into the church as a revered and not a hated figure (because his purpose is not to fight the wicked) (but to serve them and bring them to christ) (and where finally, finally, the light of the sun shines upon her)?

yeah i guess you could say i thoroughly enjoyed the imagery of wake up dead man. it was pretty neat.

ilyaaaa ☺️<3 ... concussion >:[ and a fractured collarbone :/ out for the playoffs but 🤗 could have been worse 😌☝️ ... i know 🙄 part of the game 🙄 we all get our bell 🔔 rung eventually right? 😊 ... heyy:) heyyyyyyyy:))) ... yes<3 bet-ter🥰🥰 ... i'm sorry i didn't text you last night 😔 ... i was excited about last night ☝️ i'm mostly mad 😠 at marleau for fucking that up 🙄😏 ... you know i had a whole plan to ask you something❗️... i was gonna ask you ☝️❗️ Will You cometomycottage this summer? 🥰🏡 ❌️don't❌️ go to russia🇷🇺 come to my houseee 😤💞 we'll have so much fun :D it's so private :D no one will knoww :D ... mmmwe could have a week💕 or even two✌️💕 we'd be completely alone 👯‍♂️💞 ~✨️together✨️~ ... oh no 🙄😒 ... ok bye bye 👋☺️ ... 🫡see you next season🫡 ... thank u😊<3 i appreciate it😤<3 ... hellooo😁

kind of delicious if the weird tension between buddie is still there when they get sent to nashville. cause i’m picturing chim tells them and eddie is like 😁😁😁 a week with my best friend!! yay! we can finally hang out one on one and things will finally go back to normal ☺️ meanwhile buck is excited at first until he sits down and considers how much alone time they’ll actually have. from the plane to the hotel to spending every meal together and sticking together because they don’t know anyone else there and they’re representing the same station. and he panics, because what if he accidentally tells him. except there’s nothing to tell! obviously! it’s just a normal week with my best friend who i don’t have feelings for it’s fine!! and then chim is like btw there’s only enough money for one hotel room lol. and buck is like well whatever i lived in his house with him for months. but of course there’s only one be—*gunshot*

where's your boy rozanov?