A 16 year old child being interviewed after they have just won gold at the Olympics:
This is a dream come true!!! I've wanted to compete in the Olympics since I was a little kid and now I have a medal to show for my hard work and dedication!!!!
Me, a below average college student:
*sips extremely bitter lemonade, winces slightly but smiles through the pain* i remember what it was like to have dreams.
Request: Hi ♡ your blog~can u do a got7 jackson scenario where u r his gf and u are watching him practice with the rest of got7 and him and mark start to do flips and jackson asks u to try and u do but u are really good better than them they r shocked Fluff
(I hope you don’t mind, I changed it around just a little bit.)
Practice was over for the boys and now they were spread across the room doing their own thing. JB and Jr. were playing rock, paper, scissors to see which one would have to wash the dishes after dinner tonight. Yugyeom was playing cooking mama on his phone while Youngjae watched, pouting every time Yugyeom would mess up.
Bambam was dabbing all over the place while Mark and Jackson were somersaulting and cartwheeling randomly. You smiled fondly, they were all genuinely happy to be together and it warmed your heart.
“[Y/N]. Check this out!” Jackson calls to you. He does a back flip and recoils with a front flip. He looks to you for approval and you clap.
“Very good, babe!” You smile, truly amazed at how flawless his flips were.
“Watch this, [Y/N]!” Mark says. You watch intensely as he performs a round off-back handspring-back tuck. He lands on his feet smoothly and you clap enthusiastically.
“That was wonderful, Mark!” You can hear Jackson’s low growl and you can tell he’s a little jealous at your reaction to Mark’s tumbling skills.
“If it’s so wonderful, why don’t you do it?” Jackson’s pout is so cute that you resist the urge to pinch his cheeks. The challenge he gives you excites you. Gymnastics was your specialty, at least it was in high school. You stand anyway, never being one to back down from a challenge.
‘I hope I don’t embarrass myself.” By now all the boys were watching you, excited to see what you were going to do. You stand with your hands by your sides before you take a deep breath. You jump for momentum and start to do a front tuck-round off- back handspring- layout twist. You land on your feet like a cat and smirk triumphantly.
“Yep, still got it.” You turn to the members to see their jaws on the floor. Jackson is the first to reach you, cheering.
“That was amazing!” You blush, the boys follow up with compliments. “Why didn’t you tell me you were great at gymnastics?”
“I don’t know, it was never relevant. I cheered and did gymnastics in high school.” You shrug.
“You should teach us sometime.” Jackson says and you nod.
“I guess, but don’t sue me when you fall and break your neck.”
“I take my Bible with me, sometimes two of them, when I travel… . I always pray at every competition, when the judge’s hand goes up I am praying, and there are little Scriptures I like to quote. That keeps me motivated when I am about to go out on the competition floor. I would say little short prayers, quoting Scriptures: I can do all things through Christ, don’t fear, be courageous. Little things like that get me motivated.” - Gabby Douglas
This is literally going to be a long ass post. There are so many fabulous artistic gymnastics blogs! I had to write down so many URL’s. On a sheet of paper. Here are some of them! (please dint hate me if I misspell a URL)
I’ve had to block three blogs in the past two days. I’m not judging anyone by what they choose to put on their personal blogs but it is NOT okay to sexualize gymnastics. Many of the gymnasts I post about are underage and it is not okay to post their pictures on your porn blog. Gymnastics is a beautiful sport and if you are genuinely a fan of it, then great, but do not make it about the bodies of the young women and girls involved in it.
reblog (or like, but preferably reblog so I can find more) if you blog mostly or a lot of women’s artistic gymnastics, any of the teams, or gymnasts. I want to follow you! there’s not nearly enough on my dash.