The (y/h/c) hair teen sneezes for the 5th time this morning. She was sick and she could feel it in her body, with the hot and cold flashes the constant sneezes and her head was constantly hurting whenever she sat up. This was her own fault she knew she shouldn’t have sat in the rain yesterday, but it was just too good of an opportunity to give up, the rain always had a calming effect on her, maybe it was the way it fell against her face and slowly slipped down to her chin or maybe it was it’s cool nature,but whatever the reason she just couldn’t get enough of it.
“(y/n) vit’s time to go vice skating.” The blue male says as he bamfs into her room, only to see his girlfriend sneezing and shivering with a blanket wrapped around her.
“Voh my (y/n) vyour freezing. Vyou must be sick.” Kurt states the obvious as he rushes to her side to hug her and give her warmth. He bamfs her to the other side of the mansion and lays her on the living room couch. If they were not going out they could at least watch a movie.
“Vyour not going on. Ve can go vice skating another day.” His thick accent coming out as he flips through the stations.
(y/n) felts guilty for ruining their day out on valentine’s day no less it was like fate was playing a cruel joke on her.
“(y/n), you know I love your and I’m sorry you got sick today… Achoo.” Before kurt could say anything more a loud sneeze comes from him. (y/n) giggles then coughs, “I think I might have given you the love bug.” She says before kissing him.
One of the judges (J3) gave nathan 0.25 MORE in transitions than Hanyu lol which is funny because all of the other judges gave him at least 0.50 LESS than hanyu. guess we don't have to wonder where that judges is from
No need to guess, J3 was Japanese, Ms Etsuko AZUMA.
Now, if Nathan’s Free Program is worth of 9.50 in TR and 9.75 in SS as J3 scored, or even if it is worth of 9.00 and 9.25 as Ms Lorrie PARKER declared, I let you decide on your own.
Just remind the key points into valuating those two components:
Defined by overall cleanness and sureness, edge control and flow over the ice surface demonstrated by a command of the skating vocabulary (edges, steps, turns, etc.), the clarity of technique and the use of effortless power to accelerate and vary speed.
In evaluating the Skating Skills, the following must be considered: • Use of deep edges, steps and turns; • Balance, rhythmic knee action and precision of foot placement; • Flow and glide; • Varied use of power, speed and acceleration; • Use of multi directional skating; • Use of one foot skating
The varied and purposeful use of intricate footwork, positions, movements and holds that link all elements.
In evaluating the Transitions, the following must be considered: • Continuity of movements from one element to another (all disciplines); • Variety (including variety of holds in Ice Dance); • Difficulty; • Quality
Rinktober Day 23: Skaters!!! At Different Ages. Celestino’s old photos.
“[current youth slang], Celestino,” a skater called after him.
Celestino wasn’t sure what that meant exactly; but it sounded faintly derisive but overall positive. Over the years, he’d given up trying to learn the ever-changing jargon as young students came and went and just focused on their tone of voice.
Anyway, he knew what it was about. Whenever he took on a new skater, the others got out whatever old photos they’d been able to dig up of Celestino from his own skating days.
Another skater passed him in the hallway. “[different youth slang],” she said on her way past. Could be grudging respect this time.
There were a few costumes and a few unfortunate hair choices Celestino was just as glad not to remember. And because most of his career was pre-internet, there weren’t that many images available for the kids to pass around.
At least not before Phichit. He had an amazing ability to produce embarrassing photos out of nothing, like a magician plucking coins from the air.
“[more youth slang],” another skater called out when Celestino arrived rinkside.
Well, best to let the kids have their fun. It couldn’t be any worse than the puffy green gauze costume or the frosted tips. Or those glam club photos. Unless they’d found the blue and purple costume with the huge sleeves and wide legs.
“Celestino.” Another coach smacked his shoulder as she passed. “Very nice.”
“Phichit!” Celestino called.
Phichit skated up. “Did you see that jump? Wasn’t it great?”
“Show me the photos.”
Phichit smiled. “They’re great too.”
It wasn’t the blue and purple juniors costume. It was an Armani jeans ad. Where Celestino was sixteen. And shirtless. Swept up hair. Smouldering look. Arms crossed over his bare chest.
He’d gotten so laid after that.
“[youth slang]!” Phichit said. (Celestino was 75% sure he’d made it up just now.) “Also this.”
The blue and purple juniors costume. Not so much laid after that one. “I don’t think you’re training hard enough.”
“Watch the jump this time!”
But Celestino missed it when the snack shop lady came out to compliment him. He sighed and signed her print out of the Armani ad.
At least Phichit hadn’t found the soap opera episode yet.
For the prompt can I get yurio being lowkey best buds with yuri but won't admit it and is actually unaware of their friendship
I have no idea what prompt you’re referring to, pretty sure you got into the wrong askbox but I will do my best to deliver wwwww This fic was strongly inspired by apple5kies’s beautiful headcanons  I love this idea so much omg please go read their comics ;;3;;
I know I’m not the one you wanted this from but I hope you’ll like it anyway~
It was a little pass 7am when Yuri entered the locker room to change into his skates. Another day at practice. He walked to the second aisle where his favorite locker was. As he sat down and took off his shoes, he stared at his lightly bandaged feet. Training for the senior program was no easy task. He never expected it to be so deadly. He slowly gained more respect to those older than him for being able to skate the way they do.
Subconsciously, he thought about Victor and Yuuri. They were probably skating in that ice rink they all once shared. Yuuko would be watching. Maybe the triplets were there too with their dad, cheering them on.
As Yuri tied the knot to his skates, a smile crept on his face. How nostalgic. Suddenly, his thoughts were disturbed by the door opening and in came two young ice skaters, probably from the junior division, a year or two younger than Yuri. They lingered in the first aisle, opening their respective lockers.
“-haha! Yeah I heard. Washout loser of Japan got Victor as his coach. Did you see how bad he was last year?”
Yuri paused all movements to listen. He knew exactly who they were talking about.
“What kind of weird voodoo do you think he used?”
“I don’t know but its enough to sway our Victor.”
“Lucky bastard. Maybe he seduced Victo-”
Yuri had had enough, “OI.” he slammed a fist against one of the lockers.
The boys yelped as they watched Yuri emerge from the second aisle, head tilted slightly, eyes glaring menacingly, “If you fuckers got the time to be bitching about someone you don’t even know about-”
He couldn’t even finish as the boys cowardly apologized, “WE’RE TRULY SORRY” and ran out of the locker room.
“Tch” Yuri bitterly walked back to his stuff and kept them in his locker.
Once out of the locker room, he took out his phone. He didn’t really think about what he was doing but next thing he knew, he was video calling Yuuri’s caller ID.
After realizing what he did, instead of ending the call, he let it ring. At least he was calling before his practice. He reminisced what happened the previous time he called AFTER his practice. He shuddered and mumbled, “They better not be in bed agai-”
“YURIO~!!!” Victor’s voice cut in with his carefree face appearing on the screen.
“THAT’S NOT MY NAME DAMN IT!”
“Eh? Is that Yurio-kun?”
“Mm! Yuuko-chan wants to say hi?”
Yuuko came into view this time, squeezing in with Victor, “Yurio-kun! How are you?”
“How come you don’t mind her calling you Yurio?”
“Does she have a choice?” Yuri deadpanned, “Besides, whose phone is this? Where’s the owner?”
Yuuko smiled, “Aha, well he’s…” but she disappeared from the screen, leaving Victor looking at something else with a distant look in his eyes.
“Oi Victor! Don’t ignore me!”
“This is it.” Victor whispered. There was this knowing look in his eyes that Yuri had seen before, once or twice.
“Eh? Really? It’s only his second try by himself.“
“Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?”
Victor smiled at Yuri, “You called just in time, Yurio.”
“Damn it Victor, that’s not my-” the scene changed as Victor turned Yuuri’s phone so that the camera was facing the ice rink.
Yuuri was skating in the middle of the rink, gaining speed as he reached the other side. And then. He jumped.
It was a perfect quadruple salchow with a complimentary smooth landing. An overwhelming emotion started spreading inside the young Russian skater. Somehow it annoyed Yuri how happy he himself was for Yuuri to be able to land a jump he had mastered years ago.
Instinctively, Yuri started shouting, “OI FATTY! YOUR TAKE-OFF WAS LAGGY AND YOUR LANDING WAS SLOPPY!”
Yuuri slipped and fell on the ice after hearing the shocking criticisms, “E-Eh? Yurio? From where?”
“OVER HERE IDIOT!”
He heard Victor laugh, “Don’t worry Yuuri! That’s how he compliments others!”
“No it’s not!”
“Video call?” Yuuri confusedly got up.
“That’s right! Come say hi Yuuri-kun!”
Unfortunately, Yuri had already reached the entrance to the skating rink where the others were waiting for him. Reluctantly, he called after Victor, “Oi. I’m hanging up.”
Victor turned the camera back, “So soon?” Then he smiled fondly, “Ah, morning practice.”
“Is he still there?” Yuuri’s voice was finally heard clearly. He had hurriedly skated towards them once he knew Yuri was on the phone.
“It’s a shame, he’s hanging up already.”
“Oh.” Yuuri sounded disappointed. Victor lifted Yuuri’s phone to have the camera facing all three of them. Yuuri was leaning over the barricade, visible sweat dripping down his face from harsh practice.
Yuuri smiled brightly as he saw Yuri on the other side, “Dasnivadya, Yurio!”
“It’s ‘Dasvidania’” Victor corrected with a laugh in his voice.
“Yuuri-kun, your russian is horrible.”
“I’M SO SORRY” Yuuri panicked.
As before, a smile tugged helplessly on Yuri’s face. The three people on his screen all smiled and waved at him as they synced, “Bye-bye Yurio-kun~!”
Yuri hung up and kept his phone in his jacket pocket. That day, he brought the pleasant feeling in his chest onto the ice. A similar feeling to his ‘agape’.
A/N:I always had the feeling that Yurio didn’t lose when he came to Japan. Yeah sure he lost the onsen on ice competition but he sure as hell gained a new family~ (Also take note that Japan is more or less 6 hours ahead of Russia)