“It might’ve been the most I’ve ever felt ‘I’m happy to be a skater’ in my life.”
Yuzuru Hanyu’s interview after performing at Fantasy on Ice in Kobe. Please do not use my translations without my permission.
Translation starts at 0:37
I: Thank you for your hard work.
Y: Thank you.
I: You got fired up, didn’t you.
Y: It was amazing, wasn’t it? It was fun. And I was able to watch Plushenko, who I respect, perform live. It was really a show that we created while having fun.
I: And… sex bomb, right?
Y: That was fun. It might’ve been the most or second most I’ve ever felt ‘I’m happy to be a skater’ in my life.
I: You showed us your short program for a season of showdowns and blinded us with expectations.
Y: There are still many parts that I haven’t completed, as well as parts I’m not satisfied with. But I want to do my best and aim for the best performance I can give each time.
I: Please say something to your fans in Kansai.
Y: I’ll be doing my very best from now on too, and next year on Fantasy on Ice - ah, I shouldn’t say next year - from now on I’ll always using my full power in shows and competitions. I’m continuing on your support from now on.
You should write something about Even graduating! :)
hello! sorry this took so long! i combined it with another prompt too “
even getting an email that he got into film school” and i hope i did it okay! casual reminder that i know nothing about how school/uni works in norway, so i kinda had to improvise :P enjoy!
“I’m fucking free,” Even heaves a sigh of relief as he flops face down onto his and Isak’s bed. Isak flops on top of him, making him groan at the weight. “Get off me.”
“No,,” Isak replies quickly. “I like it here.”
“Get off me,” Even repeats, whining slightly now, “I just graduated.”
“Is that what you want as a reward for graduating?”
“We already established that this morning.”
Isak hums, burying his face into Even’s neck and pressing kisses there.
“But what I want right now is for you to get off me, you big lump.”
Isak pulls his head back and lets out an offended huff. “You love me being on top of you,” he teases.
“No, I don’t,” Even tries to argue, but Isak can hear his smile. Even tries to shuffle underneath him, trying to force him to roll off, unsuccessfully.
“Maybe you should work out more,” Isak teases.
Even takes a deep breath and gives one last push, rolling Isak off him to the side where he lands with an “oof.”
“I win,” he declares with a cheeky smile, rolling onto his side to look at Isak, who sticks his tongue out at Even.
Even’s about to lean in for a kiss when his phone goes off with an email notification. He would ignore it, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s been riled up for days about receiving emails from universities that he’s applied to, so he rolls away, ignoring Isak’s pout, and checks his phone.
It takes him all of ten seconds to read the email, at least the part that matters, but then another twenty seconds to actually react.
“Holy shit, Isak!”
“What?” Isak says slightly concerned.
“Holy fucking shit,” Even says again, holding his phone out to show Isak. When Isak takes it, Even rolls onto his back, putting his hand up to his hair to run it through, mouth dropped open in disbelief.
Isak gasps from next to him. “You got in.”
“I got in,” confirms Even, still looking at the ceiling, because he’s not sure what else to look at. He’s not sure what to do with himself, right now.
“And,” Isak continues a few seconds later, “this was your first choice, right? Oslo?”
“Fuck,” breathes Isak. “That’s awesome.”
Even nods again. Isak rolls onto his side next to him, and reaches out a hand to Even, placing it on the side of his neck and stroking with his thumb, while smiling softly. After a few seconds Even shifts onto his side to face Isak, and sees a look of incredible pride in his boyfriend’s eyes. Isak reflects this with his words.
“I’m so proud of you, Even,” he whispers, because there’s no-one that needs to hear it but the two of them. “So proud.”
Eve lets himself grin widely at Isak, before moving forward to kiss him, still smiling.
Isak pulls back a few minutes later and looks up to see Even smirking at him.
“What?” he says, narrowing his eyes.
“I just decided,” Even says, nonchalantly. “I definitely want graduation sex for this.”
Isak simply rolls his eyes and tugs him back in for another kiss.
Okay but David would probably start buying Max things he knows Max likes, especially after seeing what Max’s parents get him. David wants to let Max know he cares about the kids interests, be it whatever, no matter how silly or strange it might be.
Imagine David buying Max comic books of Max’s favorite super hero or something cause he know’s that’s what Max likes, and holy hell, “the kid deserves more than just a hoodie!” David has probably said on more than one occasion.
“His Grace is hunting across the Blackwater,” Ned said, wondering how a man could live his whole life a few days ride from the Red Keep and still have no notion what his king looked like. Ned was clad in a white linen doublet with the direwolf of Stark on the breast; his black wool cloak was fastened at the collar by his silver hand of office. Black and white and grey, all the shades of truth. “I am Lord Eddard Stark, the King’s Hand. Tell me who you are and what you know of these raiders.”
This is so very Ned Stark. So very, very Ned Stark, who takes a very personal approach to ruling. Ned gets to know the people he rules:
Back at Winterfell, they had eaten in the Great Hall almost half the time. Her father used to say that a lord needed to eat with his men, if he hoped to keep them. “Know the men who follow you,” she heard him tell Robb once, “and let them know you. Don’t ask your men to die for a stranger.” At Winterfell, he always had an extra seat set at his own table, and every day a different man would be asked to join him. One night it would be Vayon Poole, and the talk would be coppers and bread stores and servants. The next time it would be Mikken, and her father would listen to him go on about armor and swords and how hot a forge should be and the best way to temper steel. Another day it might be Hullen with his endless horse talk, or Septon Chayle from the library, or Jory, or Ser Rodrik, or even Old Nan with her stories.
It’s so completely foreign to Ned, this distance that the King has, the insularity of being “high above them all” while ruling, the arrogance, the elitism, and tbh I think GRRM is critiquing this across ASOIAF, from Aerys’s rule (Arthur Dayne talking to the smallfolk in the Kingswood and getting down on their level and finding out what they needed) to the problems Daenerys faces ruling Meereen high in the pyramid.
In ASOIAF, there’s a call to bring it back to the people, to make it more personal, to care more about people’s lives, and I love how the Iron Throne plays such an important role in this theme, I love it.