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"Maybe this time it will be different." #ofmd #ourflagmeansdeath

no UR crying

For Friday the 13th/Valentine weekend (and also #OFMDFuckeryFridays?), @florencesherman.bsky.social and I got matching 143 tattoos in honor of @faeeebaeee.bsky.social's Piña Coladas ❤️📟🍹🛼 #LongLiveOFMD #PermanentInk

shecret (shane secret) @hollabackboy http://twitpic.com/dc00sh A picture of the Dean from Community at his desk, looking at his computer, quoted “This better not awaken anything in me” 01 Nov 10

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Texts with JJ Shane The cologne from that one ad campaign he did? Like a year ago? Narcissus or something JJ No mon ami, you are supposed to say He smelled like defeat and failure!! Shane Oh. Yeah. That too.

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A Google Search on Shane’s Phone Search: Ilya Rozanov Ilya Rozanov - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Ilya Rozanov is a Russian Actor and Model from Moscow, Russia. He is best known for his role as Edwin in Tender en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ilyarozanov Ilya Rozanov Ilya Rozanov Pictures

Google Search: What does Rozanov sm(ell like?) Ilya Rozanov Reveals His Signature Scent - Shop Today llya Rozanov Reveals His Signature Scent - Often described as 'strong' and 'alluring', what is his secret? "People say vodka (...) but to me, vodka has no... www.vogue.com/story/ilyarozanov Ilya Rozanov Ilya Rozanov Cologne

Google Search Ilya Rozanov cologne Ilya Rozanov Is The Face for New Narciso Rodriguez Parfum Narciso Rodriguez for Him by Narciso Rodriguez. Originally launched in 2007, the parfum holds notes of musk, amber... narcisorodriguezparfums.com/fragrance Ilya Rozanov Ilya Rozanov Cologne

Google Image Search Ilya rozanov cologne The image search results show many black and white or desaturated images of Rozanov’s cologne campaign. Three stand alone shots of the square perfume bottle are also scattered in. In most of the photos, Ilya is swearing a suit. In one, he is reclining on his side, shirtless, for an ad. In another, he is lying leisurely on a bed with a cigarette, dressed in a more punk style.

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Texts with JJ and Shane- JJ How did it go? Shane Fine. I think. Ilya Rozanov was there. JJ To read? Shane Yeah. JJ Ugh. If Rozanov fucks you on this I'm going to fuck him back. iMessage

JJ What does he smell like? Shane What? Idk Cigarettes. Sweat.

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I miss themmmm 🥹

Drawing of young Ed and Stede from Our Flag Means Death. They're dressed in 80s clothing. Stede in a blue floral print button up and Ed in a tank top over mesh. Ed's hair is a messy mullet and Stede's is feathered. They're leaning in close and their eyes are shut while touching each other's faces.

Got caught in the rain, these two.
Here's a little piña coladas fanart from August 2022 for #TakeTwoTuesday. 🧡 🥥 @faeeebaeee.bsky.social

#ofmd #OurFlagMeansDeath

Ellie loml you give me too much credit 😌❣️

It’s not even his wedding day he just likes to feel pretty

Group Text: Mother And Father Mum: A few familiar faces around here. Who else was auditioning? Vaughn? Ryan Price? Shane Ilya Rozanov. Mum Wow! That boy's going places. Shane Mom! Mum What! I didn't say where he was going!

Mother And Father Mum What! I didn't say where he was going! Or how high those places were. My son will reach even higher heights, of course. Shane He was good. Like, really good. Mum And you're better.

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hollabackboy (Shane) private account shecret (shane secret) @hollabackboy I would love to calm down. shecret (shane secret) Replying to @hollabackboy However, 01 Nov 10

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NT. HALLWAY, RESORT OFFICE CENTER (CONTINUOUS) Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov stand outside the Conference Room, the door shut behind them. Unclear what else he should be doing with them, or himself; Shane shoves his hands in his pockets. INSERT SHOT- A visual reprise. Metal chairs - the CLOSED AUDITIONS sign - A ticking clock. The hallway is no longer empty. Ilya pulls out a box of cigarettes, and a lighter. SHANE I just wanted to say- you were great in there. ILYA I know. He places a roll between his lips, and offers another to Shane wordlessly. SHANE (eyes flicking to his lips(struck out) the cigarette) I don't think you can smoke in here. ILYA Okay. (after an extended pause, and a word muttered in Russian that sounds suspiciously like ‘Canadians') SHANE Okay. Ilya removes the cigarette. ILYA We can smoke outside. SHANE Oh- No- I don't smoke. (a beat) Neither should you, actually. Ilya looks at Shane like he's grown another head.

ILYA Lots of hot movie stars smoke, Shane Hollander. SHANE Yeah. Yeah, of course. The stale Office Center air fills with their silence. Shane almost wishes it was cigarette smoke instead, the way it clogs his lungs and restricts his breathing. He leans against the wall, unclear how to exit the conversation, or resume it, and fixates on the shine of his shoes Ilya slips the cigarette back into the carton, with all the care of a father tucking a child into bed. ILYA Your Russian accent is good. SHANE Thank you. (pause) Think I'll get a call back? ILYA Do you speak Russian? SHANE Uh- No. Nyet. Not yet. ILYA Then no. SHANE Wow- (Laughing, the backofhis head thumping the wall as his gaze moves from his shoes to the fluorescents) I mean, they say you're cocky but- ILYA Who says this? SHANE I dunno- Industry folks-tabloids- Ilya half shrugs one shoulder.

ILYA What do they know about my cock? All the color drains from Shane's face, and he clears his throat in an awkward half-hearted cough. If he'd been drinking, he might have done a spit-take. ILYA (CONT' D) I should go. SHANE (clearly flustered) Uh- yeah, for sure. Me too. ILYA (with the tiniest smirk) Good luck, Hollander. You will need it.

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BACK TO SCENE: THE SHOT IS RED - AN EXTREME CLOSE UP. SLOW PAN OUT- THE RED IS REVEALED TO BE THE RED BLINKING LIGHT OF THE RECORDING CAMERA. INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - MID AFTERNOON CASTING DIRECTOR Aaaand- well done, cut the tape. Thanks guys- THE SHOT WIDENS- on the Casting Director. The recording light winks one more time to the audience, then - nothing. CASTING ASSISTANT (flipping back through the pages of the script) From the top? CASTING DIRECTOR (more to his Assistant than the actors) Actually- that was great. Call it. No notes. SHANE (catching the amount of notations scratched on the back of his head shot) I could- CASTING DIRECTOR now to Shane, smiling) No notes. SHANE oh. Right. So- ILYA (interrupting) Is that it? The Casting Director clasps his hands together. A clap. Singular. Congratulatory.

CASTING DIRECTOR (leaning back in his chair) That's it. Nice and easy. You've both done some awesome work today. SHANE You don't want us to-he tosses a throwaway look to Ilya, who only stares in return) I don't know - (back to the Casting Director) - swap? CASTING DIRECTOR No- (he eyes down the line, tapping the end of his pen on the lid of his disposable coffee cup) No- I think we're-(to his fellow disciples, now leaning forward, in a hushed tone) -we're good here? The table of crew and directors nod, humming a consenting chorus. CASTING DIRECTOR (CONT'D) Yeah- We've got all we need. Cheers guys. Appreciate it. SHANE Thank you. ILYA (clipped, as though prompted by Shane, almost running into his line) -yes, thank you. CASTING DIRECTOR (as they're being ushered away by a PA) Enjoy the resort! We'll be in touch.

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PINK: ALEXANDER You are perfect. But you do not have to be perfect. A watery laugh escapes Lily. BLUE: A brittle laugh escapes Ilya. PINK: LILY Try telling that to... She gestures vaguely- to her coach, to the fans, to the Olympic Rink. ALEXANDER Try telling that to Russia. Lily winces, remembering Zietsev's scores in the Team Event, ahead of his Single- still to come. She winces, recalling, again, their previous conversation. LILY Now - Now I am a distraction. Alexander gathers her face in his hands, resting their foreheads together. BLUE: Tentatively, Shane gathers Ilya's face in his hands, resting their foreheads together. And Shane notices: His eyes are blue. The paper crushed against Ilya's temple as he holds his head is pink. They're close enough that, script when Ilya peers down at the fisted in his hand for his next line, their noses brush and Shane turns crimson. PINK: ALEXANDER Then let me be distracted, neotrazimaya devushka. (Dazzling / Shiny / Perfect Girl)BLUE: Ilya silently mouthes a correction to his Russian PINK: ALEXANDER (quietly, after a beat) Let me do the routine. BLUE: Shane breaks away first. PINK: Lily breaks away. LILY Alex- no. You'll be disqualified. ALEXANDER (ignoring) I know it. I watched. I learn.

LILY (grasping at straws) You can't- I'll be disqualified. ALEXANDER You are already disqualified. LILY You'll never skate for Russia again. ALEXANDER Maybe consider I do not want to skate for Russia. I want to skate for you.

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[russian assistance by
@ellmercury.bsky.social]

Tyyyyy 🥹🥹🥹🥹

From the Blue Script: Shane stands. His dark eyes are suspiciously wet. Text scrap from the script is overlaid on a camera viewfinder shot of Shane, with tears in his eyes. He is in front of a grey background, wearing a grey wool sweater. The camera is marked as recording. 4K HD. 23.98 FPS. ISO 800. Th original video is only three seconds long. The clip is cut from TryQuin’s “he still smells like cinnamon” video.

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RUH ROH

3. PINK SCRIPT: THE FIGURE reaches the Kiss and Cry. ALEXANDER ZIETSEV. He hurtles to his knees in front of Lily Lockwood. The remaining wind knocks out of her. BLUE SCRIPT: CASTING DIRECTOR Ready? START HERE. They do. Start here refers to a yellow annotation sticky note, stuck to the right side of the script, with START HERE scrawled on it. A penciled box is also drawn around the following dialogue and script. BLUE SCRIPT: BOLD, and hungry to make a lasting impression on the casting crew, Shane kneels. Shane, in a Russian accent, PINK SCRIPT: ALEXANDER Are you hurt? LILY I'm fine. He lifts her right skate to rest on one of his thighs, testing her ankle with deft, knowledgeable hands. BLUE SCRIPT: Shane lifts Ilya's right foot to rest on one of his thighs PINK SCRIPT: ALEXANDER What happened? Everything is broken? Twisted? You were dropped-? Did you fall- Lily places a hand on the top of his head, fingers in his hair. BLUE SCRIPT: Ilya places a hand on the top of his head. PINK SCRIPT: LILY Alexander, I'm fine. He glances up. Lily's eyes glitter with unshed tears. BLUE SCRIPT: Ilya's eyes glitter with unshed tears. PINK SCRIPT: Alexander eases her skate back to the ground. ALEXANDER No, not fine. LILY (parroting her coach) It's over. He stands. His dark eyes are suspiciously wet. BLUE SCRIPT: Shane stands. His dark eyes are suspiciously wet. PINK SCRIPT: LILY (CONT' D) I wasn't- ALEXANDER (interrupting- he knows what she is going to say; sighting the ghost of their last conversation on her lips) You do not have to be perfect.

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I knew it

no you don’t

haunting the narrative but the narrative belongs to your favourite characters

COLD READ BLUE SCRIPT The Casting Assistant re-enters, with ILYA ROZANOV. From the unending well of scripts, The PA procures a script for Rozanov too. Crew flitter about, re-adjusting and recentering equipment. THROUGH THE CAMERA VIEWFINDER- The boys stand abreast of each other. SHANE (staring straight ahead) Ilya Rozanov? SHANE (CONT' D) Shane Hollander. He turns, then, to offer a handshake. The moment stretches heavy between them. Ilya accepts after a pregnant beat, shaking his hand and nodding a stilted acknowledgment. Shane goes to say something more, but concedes the interaction has ended. Instead, he skims the audition script.

Pink shooting script for COLD AS ICE Revised 27/10/2010 COLD AS ICE written by L. Competitive figure skater Lily Lockwood has dreamt of representing Team Canada since she was old enough to walk, old enough to talk, and then old enough to wear skates. And now she's here, at the Vancouver Olympics, with a home turf advantage, and her best-friend beside her. EVERYTHING is coming up Lily. NOTHING will get in her way. Unless NOTHING is Russian skater Alexander Zaitsev.

COLD AS ICE - SHOOTING SCRIPT - PINK INT. OLYMPIC ICE RINK, NIGHT Bright lights flare off the surface of the rink, blinding the audience. It's impossible to make out the scene. What should be a spectacle- the pinnacle of human athleticism- is reduced down to it's very essence. Winter, snow glare, white, bodies. SOUND CUE- A crack- LOUD- of ice, on a lake. Breaking. BIRD’S EYE VIEW- Team Canada is down. Broken. Bodies hit the ice. They stumble towards the barrier, tipping into the Kiss and Cry beside the judges' panel. MEDICS launch at the pair. LILY launches at the JUDGES. LILY'S COACH launches at Lily. DRAMATIC ZOOM - Grainy video of Lily from the live television coverage as commentary chatter buzzes over the footage. Blink and you'll miss it, the camera passes over a FIGURE launching through the stands. COMMENTATOR #1 (V.O) A devastating blow for Canada, Jim - falling at the last hurdle-literally. COMMENTATOR #2 (V.o - through a sharp, hissing inhale) You know that's just gotta sting, Ralph- COMMENTATOR #1 Let's hope the Lockwood Team's not allergic- to bees or failure-

FROM BLUE SCRIPT: By page two, the words jumble together. Shane mouths the same line, over and over and over... PINK SCRIPT: HARD CUT TO: INT. OLYMPIC ICE RINK, KISS AND CRY Lily twists her upper body over the barrier, contorting. Her hair, wild and disinterested in remaining in her skater's bun, falls across her face. BLUE SCRIPT: His hair, a blond halo of curls, falls across his handsome face. PINK SCRIPT: LILY (desperately, pleading to the judges) I can do it. Please- let me get back on the ice- please- I know I can- COACH (out of breath, grappling his skater away from the side of the rink) Lily. Stop. LILY I can finish. (she whips her head towards her coach) We can finish. COACH Brandon's out, he's not- LILY Not Brandon. You. COACH You know they're not going to let me- LILY okay- fuck, Cap- Or- Or one of the other skaters- Any goddamn Canadian- This isn't- This wasn't- COACH I know, kid. But that's it. It's over. Lily deflates like a balloon, limp.

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COLD READ SCRIPT THE SCRATCH OF A HALF-DEAD PEN - THE SLOSH OF HALF-EMPTY COFFEE CUPS. A CLOSE-UP - ON THE HEAD SHOT. CASTING DIRECTOR (While scribbling a note on Shane's Headshot) Thank you for your patience, Shane. The Casting Director glances up to smile politely. CASTING DIRECTOR (CONT'D) Shouldn't be too long now. SHANE (stiffly) Yeah. No worries. He shuffles on his feet as he says this, but is otherwise amenable. A specter with a clipboard and a headset emerges- A PRODUCTION ASSISTANT. The previously unseen PA whispers something urgent into the ear of the Casting Director. We catch snippets of their hushed interruption- PA (almost unintelligible) --Reader-- CASTING DIRECTOR Yes, where-- PA --Smoke Break-- CASTING DIRECTOR -- The call time-- PA I know-- CASTING DIRECTOR --behind-- PA Yes sir--

The Casting Director flicks out his wrist, revealing the watch under his jacket cuff. He checks the time. CASTING DIRECTOR Fuck. PA Yeah-- CASTING DIRECTOR And--? PA Waiting-- The Casting Director holds up a hand to silence the PA and the team falls into formation; the Directors side-baring amongst themselves, heads together, a huddle. The Writer passes a note to the Assistant Director, who passes it to The Film Director, who passes it to the Casting Director- who then mutters something in agreement. THE SOFT CLICKING OF A LENS ADJUSTING- Focus shifts back to Shane, framed by the barrel of the camera. CASTING DIRECTOR I'm so sorry Shane - (he scrubs a hand over his face) (CONT 'D) God, what an unprofessional production you must think we have going here- SHANE Not at all- CASTING DIRECTOR (under his breath, but loud enough to overhear) -really, wouldn't blame you- SHANE I'm just honored to be considered. CASTING DIRECTOR Great to have you here.

The Casting Director reshuffles paperwork in front of him and clears his throat. CASTING DIRECTOR (CONT' D) Our Reader- He hands off a spare script to a PA. CASTING DIRECTOR (CONT'D) Our Reader hasn't returned from lunch- a mess, I know - and we've already taken up so much - (beat) enough of your time- The PA distributes the script to Shane. CASTING DIRECTOR (CONT'D) We don't want to have to call you back in tomorrow for one simple cold read- and vise versa- so - HUGE ASK, Shane, and it is huge - the audition after yours, it's our last, ergo- in a sort of a two birds, one stone situation... would you mind? SHANE (confused) Would I mind...? Another script finds itself in the Casting Director's outstretched hand. CASTING DIRECTOR One pass over- and then- y'know-roles reversed- SHANE Sorry- who-? If- CASTING DIRECTOR Ilya Rozanov. The Casting Assistant slinks around the lines of the room and exits into the hallway. SHANE Would I mind reading with Ilya Rozanov?

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A blue script— Real Life Annotated. COLD READ - AMENDED - BLUE FADE IN: INT. RESORT OFFICE CENTER - MIDDAY SHANE HOLLANDER sits outside a Conference Room turned Make-Shift Audition Space, crammed onto a fold-out metal chair. His leg bounces, the seat complains, and the row of chairs beside him remains empty. Somewhere, a clock ticks. CLOSED AUDITIONS - Shane stares down the signtapedtothe Conference Room door like it holds some immutablepowerto grant his heart's greatest desire. He staresitdownlikehe secretly believes it just might. A CASTING ASSISTANT exits the Conference Room. Shane blinks. CASTING ASSISTANT Shane? Hollander? SHANE Yes. CASTING ASSISTANT we're ready for you. CONFERENCE ROOM Shane enters, and Shane counts: Four walls, two softbox lights, three tables pushed together- or one long table, maybe. A tripod, a camera, at minimum three PAs. Not so dissimilar to every other audition room he has stood in before now.

ALT TEXT CONT. From previous slide: The Casting Assistant from earlier swoops in to deliver his Headshot (SHANE HOLLANDER, 19, 5'10". Solid, Dark-Haired, Freckled) to the CASTING DIRECTOR, who is arranged in line with the FILM DIRECTOR, ASSISTANT DIRECTOR, PRODUCER and WRITER, à la The Last Supper. ALT TEXT, current slide: A professional headshot of Shane Hollander. He is photographed from the shoulders up, dressed in a black suit (no undershirt). A gold choker-like chain necklace is strung around his neck, clasped by a green gem. Shane smoulders at the camera. The headshot background is a plain brown. His name is printed below the photo, to the bottom right. SHANE HOLLANDER. The headshot sits on a wooden table, over a pink film script and yellow post it note. A a fancy pen rests over the headshot in the left corner.

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hollabackboy tweet: shecret (shane secret) @hollabackboy http://twitpic.com/ar12sh 01 Nov 10 Shane has posted a picture of James Acaster on a Talk Show, quoted saying: Can't do it. Too scared.

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