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    My little-worlded self! the shadows pass
    In this thy sister-world, as in a glass,
    Of all processions that revolve in thee:
    Not only of cyclic Man
    Thou here discern'st the plan,
    Not only of cyclic Man, but of the cyclic Me.
    Not solely of Mortality's great years
    The reflex just appears,
    But thine own bosom's year, still circling round
    In ample and in ampler gyre
    Toward the far completion, wherewith crowned,
    Love unconsumed shall chant in his own furnace-fire.

    excerpt, “from the night of forebeing” - francis thompson

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  1. Public Bookmark 72

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    Ilya’s mouth twitched upwards. He looked delighted. “You are the guy who keeps haunting my sex life, yes?”

    Haunting? Shane wasn’t haunting anything. That was very offensive, since Cupids could not haunt by definition.

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    Shane Hollander is a Cupid trying to mantain his flawless two-hundred-year-long track record. Ilya Rozanov just won't stop sleeping around.

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    17 Feb 2026

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    lovingly filing this next to the frerard cupid fic. see you both next year <3

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    "Stop asking me if it's okay. If I want it. You're always, like—whatever. I'm not one of your fucking girls, okay? If I don't like it, I'll stop you. I can make you stop."

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    17 Feb 2026

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    No serious hockey fan or sports commentator worth their salt would have considered record-breaking Boston superstar Ilya Rozanov to be Shane Hollander’s rival exactly, but sleeping with a man who had a specific offense-related vendetta against him and a wrist shot like a jet engine to back it up was probably ill-advised just the same.

    Or, Shane is a goalie. Ilya can’t score.

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    11 Feb 2026

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    he is "ryuichi" before he ever became shane, even when the world forgets. on the ice, words disappear and "excellence" becomes the only one that keeps him safe. somewhere between what he learns to hide and what he is finally allowed to keep, he finds his way home.

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    shane ryuichi hollander is half-japanese, even when the world tries to erase it (while also making him its exception)

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    02 Feb 2026

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    “Because we come from many places,” he says. “And all of them are ours.”

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    Every Boston Raider knows that although their captain has a girl in every port, he’s got a soft spot for the one in Montreal. Dr. Shane Hollander knows it’s better to have a semi-regular source of casual sex than try to make a relationship work during residency. Ilya Rozanov knows that the doctor he’s fucking in Montreal is unaware that he plays hockey, and in fact probably thinks he’s Bratva.

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    10 Jan 2026

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    love it when ilya is a bitch. characterization here is so fucking good. it's 5am and i'm incoherent. goodnight