I’m still convinced the writers of Psych sat around a table and drew random words from a hat..
“I got roller derby”
“Well I got spanish soap opera”
“ Who put cat witness in the hat?”
“Not me I put bigfoot and sea lion”
You don’t understand why everyone feels the need to always be doing something. You like to spend time just thinking, dreaming, planning, and it annoys you when people ask, “Why are you sitting around doing nothing?” It’s not nothing, you’re actually being productive, it’s just not concretely evident.
i was just looking at that scene where viktor laces yuuri’s skates and i realized something. i’ve never been a figure skater, but i have played a skating sport and i know the struggle with lacing up properly. it takes a long time to figure out the perfect super-tightness and how to get there. a lot of it is about feel.
i know low-top roller skates and high-boot ice skates are not the same thing and derby and figure skating are very different sports. but still, the idea of someone else tying my skates is absolutely crazy. it’s a really visceral thing. if done improperly, you at best are very uncomfortable, at worst can’t skate at all. or actually at worst you get hurt, especially in figure skating where a poorly tied skate means you don’t have proper ankle support when you land.
within this context, viktor tying yuuri’s skates is a profoundly intimate act. the amount of trust that he is putting in viktor to let him do this is huge. it’s saying things like, “i trust that you won’t let me fall,” “i trust that you’ll keep me from getting hurt,” and even, “i trust that you know who i am.”
i trust you. i trust you. i trust you.
this from a guy who wouldn’t even let people give him a hug at the beginning of the series.
*Prince threw a roller-skating party in L.A., on Valentine’s Day 2005, attended by Questlove and Eddie Murphy*
“…..Prince had the briefcase out on the floor. He clicked the lock and opened it, and took out the strangest, most singular pair of roller skates I had ever seen. They were clear skates that lit up, and the wheels sent a multicolored spark trail into your path.
He took them out and did a big lap around the rink. Man. He could skate like he could sing…..”
I had a weird dream yesterday in which I was back in high school and the theatre kids were doing a Hamilton production on roller blades (???? Brain wtf) and I got casted despite not going to the audition and I kept insisting I couldn’t roller skate or rap and nobody paid attention to me but kept getting angry instead at my lack of commitment