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Here’s a (young) Anita “Annie” Hill and Niko Mifune-the parents of my two protagonists in a different story I’ve been working on 8)

Long story short: in a small town, there’s been a rivalry going on since ever between cowboys and samurai.  Our two people here fell in love and had to run out of town because their families didn’t dig it. 

What happens when you fall in love despite two factions fighting forever? Your kids going back to your hometown to fix things, that’s what.

Cerulean Lies

Originally posted by sugakookie

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Genre: slight humour, fluff, angst, light smut (light as a feather!) swimmer maknae line au! / Swimming scenario + Jimin ‘ex boyfriend’ + free! Anime

Word Count: 5,094K  ||  inspired/not requested || drabble/oneshot

Keywords : trespass , devilish Jimin , forgiveness?

Summary: Taehyung and Jungkook crash into Y/n’s dorm to go visit or more like trespass into the Samezuka Academy’s swimming pool, as Taehyung wants to compete with Jimin as they are from an opposing academy yet both the greatest neighbours. However what they don’t know is that Y/n had been dating Jimin and they broke up recently, to the fact that he was cheating? She can’t bring the courage to declare how she feels but some reason touch explains it way better…

Self note : lol don’t mind that saucy gif oMg, but anyways here’s a revamped story that I wrote two years ago so I edited it and now I’m posting it! Feedback is greatly appreciated~ Enjoy!♡♡;D




“No!” I blurt out for the last time, a vein protruding my temple as they crash into my dorm, ripping away silence, their voices eating away my conscience, tearing it out of place by sudden rebellion striking their passion. Their ultimate passion, well mostly Taehyung’s is to glisten with pride once competition swallows him whole.

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Michigan–Michigan State rivalry in the Detroit Redwings locker room

Drew Miller, Justin Abdelkader, Luke Glendening, and Dylan Larkin discuss the Michigan-Michigan State rivalry in the Red Wings locker room with FSD broadcaster John Keating. 

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Bits from Chapter 2 of ‘Aoi Hono II’ (Yuzu’s 2nd autobiography)

~2012 off-season~ (from interviews in Aug 2012)

After Worlds 2012 where he got a bronze medal, he had to stop on-ice training for one month to let his foot heal.  (He had sprained the right ankle during official practice the day before SP.)  

Body fat

“(After that period of rest) My muscles diminished and my thighs were only two-thirds of what they are now. But my fats increased. (laughs)  At that time, my body fat percentage was 8%.  Normally, during ice shows, it’s about 4%. During competitions, it’s about 5%. Ice shows are sometimes twice in a row, so my body fat gradually decreases. The 5% during competition time is best I think.”

Moving to Toronto

During this period of recovery, Hanyu Yuzuru made a big decision.  He decided to move his training base to Toronto, Canada, to be coached under Brian Orser.

[My own note- I read this in another book ‘Yuzuru Method’ Page103:  After his amazing free skate performance at Worlds 2012 in Nice, while he was in the skaters’ waiting room, his coach Nanami Abe told him that for next season, he should look for an overseas coach.  Having just finished his performance, it was not the right time to be thinking about next season, but her words were imprinted in his mind.]

To leave Coach Nanami and Sendai where he grew up, and go to Toronto where he could not even understand the language well, to move for the sake of skating……  It was really not an easy decision.

Hanyu procrastinated.  He wants to train in Sendai all the way;  he wants to continue skating near the people who have helped him, people whom he is indebted to.  To leave his hometown Sendai which is still on the road to reconstruction, isn’t that an act of betrayal to the people who have been supporting him? he thought.        

But inside him, there was the strongest desire of “I want my skating to become much better” and he became honest to that.  The environment where that wish could be fulfilled was found in Toronto.  

[My summary of some points: Looking at overseas coaches, he thought of Russia where he had received some coaching from 2 Russian coaches on skating expression before, but in the end, he chose Brian Orser because of the training environment of Cricket Club where coaches and trainers work in a team, and also because of the presence of Javier Fernandez whom he saw during competitions in the past season.]

17 years old, spring time, Hanyu took courage, and in May, he moved to Toronto. 

“When you think about skating and training environment, Coach Brian Orser is really good.  One big trigger was the high success rate of quads done by Javier Fernandez.”

“With Javier in the same team, I can get a good image (of jumps) and it is easier to do them.  In interviews, Javier says ‘because Yuzuru is working hard, I must work hard too.’”    

With Fernandez and Nam Nguyen (still a junior then), even though Hanyu’s English was not fluent, they became friends who worked hard together in a state of friendly rivalry.  

Training in Cricket Club

“I am enjoying it.  Just as I thought, it’s good to be with people who can do quads.”  [He goes into a lot of details.  In summary, it’s good because he can have a clear image of the jump.  He said it’s like changing from ‘analogue TV to digital TV’.   And also their presence feeds his competitive spirit and he works harder because he hates to lose.]  

“Now I also do skating practice.  It’s really ‘skating’.  Like strokes and three turns.  The feeling when you push, the height of the upper body, the lines. […] Things that you’ve always thought you could do, being told you can’t do them is very frustrating.  But I can think of it as “I can do it more beautifully”.

“Skating coaches are Tracy and Brian.  They will correct my skating part by part in the programme. […]  So that I can skate smoothly (like the number of strokes and the speed).  If I can visualise in my head all that I learned, it will be very different I think.  But, ‘I have to focus to that extent?’  Before this, I had to pay attention to 5 or 6 things, but now it feels like it has gone up to 30.  I can’t do them properly yet, they don’t come out at once, then Tracy will say, ‘Now, you were being sloppy, isn’t it?’  

My strokes and crossovers and such, they have changed a lot, I think.  [….] When skating, shifting the centre of gravity in the lower half of the body is important, but in order to shift the centre of gravity, you have to pay attention to various things in the upper half of the body.  Like the position of the hands, I have to be conscious of things like that.  It is really enjoyable.

Around me, everyone is so good.  When we do skating practice, it makes me think ‘my skating is so poor’.  But that is the happiest thing because it means I can become as good as them when I continue to train here.  Until now, I have been competing with my jumps, but I do not want to lose out in my skating too.  It’s the first time that I have this thought and it’s a fresh feeling.”  

English

He talked about how hard it was at first to understand instructions in English. He would base it on the feeling and make detailed notes in Japanese.  

“And also, I have the muscle diagram in my head.  When I was in elementary school, I read an illustrated encyclopedia and I really liked it.  Recently, I got a MacBook Air, and using an application, I look at what is attached to where in 3D. (laughs)  In this way, I can link up what I studied with my own senses.  It is very different when you move a muscle while thinking ‘oh it is this muscle that is moving’.   In the Evernote of my MacBook Air, I write down in English all the muscles that I am concerned about.”

Biellmann spin

“I want to continue doing the biellmann.  It’s my trademark!  And also because Evgeny Plushenko, a skater I have always admired, does that.   But he had an operation in his back and he has stopped doing this spin.”

He talked about how the body gets more rigid as one grows older and there was a recent period where he found it a bit hard to do the biellmann spin.  There is a trade-off because when he was very flexible, it was harder to have stable jumps.  But now, he feels it is alright.  He has found the right balance between being flexible and having strong muscles for jumping quads.

[next chapter: First victory in Japan national championships]

-my sharing from the book.  Section headings are added by me.  Not a proper translation, many parts are left out.  

-pics from internet, thanks to original owners. 

Strange Help - Part 2

(Part 1)

Requests:

  • please please please let there be a sequel to “Strange help” i need to know how the fathers react.
  • Strange help part 2!! I’m hooked
  • Can I have a sequel to Strange Help? Maybe the reader and Philip are expecting their first child? Thanks:) 

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x Reader

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Dear Father,

First and foremost, I want to remind you that I love you dearly - no power in this world will ever stop me from loving you because you are my father and you have treated me like a princess since the day I was born. But lately, I have been feeling more and more restrained by you; regulations who I should and shouldn’t be with, has led to this. You and mother don’t deserve this but you have left me with no choice.

I have decided to elope with Philip Hamilton and by the time you are reading this letter, it would’ve been too late. Right after I finish this letter, I shall be leaving the house with my things. I shall not disclose where we shall be going or how we are getting there, because I know that both you and Mr Hamilton will come looking for us and force us apart.

My relationship with Philip has been going on for months and if you had not acted so disgusted by the mere thought of me being with him, I would have told you about it.

I am not doing this against my will. I love Philip with all my heart and I trust that you will understand this. If you don’t, I apologize.

All my Love,

Y/N.

This was the letter your father, John Adams, read when he came into your room to bid you a goodbye before he went to work. His hands were shaking, rage rising in his chest. “ABIGAIL!” He yelled for your mother and she came rushing in, thinking that something was terribly wrong.

When the letter was shoved towards her, she took it and turned it the right-side up, frowning as she read through. Deep inside, she knew that this day was coming; she’d known of your relationship with Philip and had promised not to tell your father because of how he’d react. Abigail only wanted happiness for you. To cover up her knowing about this whole ordeal, she began to cry, collapsing onto your bed shaking.

Just like clockwork, there was an angry sounding knock on the front door and when the door was opened, the two heard the familiar voice of Alexander Hamilton, laced with fury. John and Abigail stood up together and moved downstairs. Eliza Hamilton was there too but she was quiet and her nose was red, indicating that she too, had been crying. But the woman had a knowing look in her eyes, similar to the one in Abigail’s and the moment the women’s eyes met, they gave a slight nod, acknowledging the fact that they both knew.

“Did you know about this?” Alexander asked, anger present in his eyes as he held up a letter similar to the one grasped in Abigail’s hands.

“If I knew about it I would’ve stopped it, you ignorant buffoon! I would’ve never let my daughter see someone associated with you, let alone your son!” John replied, mirroring the anger present in the immigrant’s eyes.

Alexander looked like he was ready to pounce, but a gentle hand on his shoulder, provided from his wife, calmed him down. He huffed and pushed his hand through his hair, “Insults and fights aren’t going to get us anywhere…” he murmured, but John could’ve cared less.

“Your son probably forced her into all this and she only said he didn’t so that he wouldn’t seem like the bad guy… now that I think about it, he was probably the one to write the damned letter in the first place!” John yelled, shaking off his wife’s hand.

“Why is my son to blame? Maybe your daughter seduced him into doing it-”

“My daughter does not seduce! My daughter is innocent in this whole ordeal and I will get your son arrested for what he’s done.”

“Over my dead body,” Alexander seethed.

“That can bloody well be arranged!” John replied easily. The two men were up in each others faces and Alexander was the first to make a move. He was quick to strike John across the face, ignoring his wife’s call of his name to get him to stop. “You bastard brat!” John yelled, swinging his fist himself but missing the other man by mere centimeters.

“Enough!” The two women yelled simultaneously, catching their husbands’ attention.

“If you look at yourselves right now, you’ll find the answer as to why the two have kept their relationship a secret for this long. It’s not because Philip forced Y/N or because she seduced him; it’s because of you blithering idiots!” Abigail shouted, hands clenched into fists.

“And if you had stopped being so ignorant and actually paid attention to your son and daughter instead of working so hard to one-up each other, you would’ve noticed their love long ago!” Eliza continued.

“You both knew?” Alexander asked quietly.

The two women looked at each other, before looking at their husbands and nodding, “You would’ve known too if you weren’t so caught up in your rivalry.” Abigail stated; her voice had become quieter than before, but it still held the same anger towards them.

“And they wouldn’t have eloped either; we would’ve been able to attend their wedding.” Eliza thought out loud, tears springing to her eyes.


Dear Mr Jefferson,

I cannot thank you enough for what you have done for us; these past six months have been the best ones yet; Philip and I got married a week after our arrival in Virginia. Philip and I wish you, Mr Madison and our parents could’ve been in attendance, but we all know what a show that would’ve been.

I am sending this letter, not only to thank you, but to give you some news. I have found out that I am expecting my first child. I have not told Philip yet but I plan to do so when he gets home from work. Hopefully all will go well.

I hope all is well with you and that my father and Mr Hamilton haven’t been too unbearable at work. Please send our regards to Mr Madison.

All my Love,

Y/N Hamilton.

This was the third letter you’d written, the other two being to your and Philip’s parents. You were saddened by the fact that the third person would be the only one to reply. You’d hoped that by now, your fathers would’ve come to their senses but the news of their quarrels becoming worse while they were at work informed you that they weren’t ready - that it still hadn’t sunk in.

You leaned back in your chair and gently laid your hand on your stomach. The bump was small but present. A grin came to your face as you thought about your first child with Philip, running around your beautiful house, giggling as Philip chased them around.

Speaking of your husband, you heard the front door open and close, signalling his arrival from work. You sealed the final letter and stood, handing over the letters to the maid, “These need to go to the Hamilton, Adams and Jefferson house,” you instructed, pointing out each letter as you said them. “Thank you,” you said to the young woman, placing a gentle hand on her cheek and earning a grin from her, before she hurried out of the room to get the letters to the postal office.

You followed her out and was greeted by your husband, “I thought that you’d maybe run away,” he said teasingly.

A giggle bubbled from your lips as you shook her head, “Never ever; I was just writing some letters - we have to get in touch with them someway.” You admitted, earning a nod from Philip. He smiled and kissed your forehead before pressing his lips to yours.

“How was your day, my love?” Philip asked as he took your hand, leading you downstairs so you could go to the living room.

“It was great; I went down to the town, met up with some people and got us a few treats from the bakery. Then I came home and knit something for you,” You explained, biting down on your lower lip as you sat on the couch and reached into the wicker basket situated next to your couch, pulling out two small socks.

“They’re wonderful, although, I can’t help but notice that they are slightly too small for me,” he said with a chuckle, taking them from you and turning them around in his hands, seeing the pink and blue bows. He furrowed his eyebrows in thought, and you remained silent, a small smile on your face as you watched him practically piecing the puzzle together.

Philip then turned his gaze towards you, specifically your stomach, only to see that the fabric of your dress was a bit more stretched out than the rest of your dress. He grinned brightly, “I’m going to be a father?” he asked quietly, earning a nod from you. He yelled happily, as if he’d won the best prize in his entire life. He grabbed you by the waist and raised you up, twirling you around before setting you down and taking your face in his hands, pressing his lips against yours lovingly.

“When did you find out?” He asked, slightly out of breath.

“This morning; I failed to mention my trip to the doctor,” you giggled, causing Philip to shake his head and laugh.

“Little trickster,” he teased, looking into your eyes. His were filled with love and adoration, “I love you, more than words can express…”

“And I love you.” You replied, kissing him once more.

The two of you were happy, and you hoped that your fathers understood that.

The Valar get a bad rep

Hi, guys, it’s been a while! Been very busy lately… But, yeah, I still have a lot to say, and one of those things is this attempt at a Valar’s apology, a kind of defense of the Valar.

It surprises me how often in the fandom Tolkien’s Valar get interpreted unfavorably. This doesn’t bother me when I find it in fanfics as an intentional detour of the author and mentioned as such, but it does kind of bother me when I hear that the Valar are canonically unfeeling, amoral, inhuman, bloodthirsty and, worst of all, downright incapable Eldricht Abominations. They are not only not meant to be that (meaning, this most certainly wasn’t Tolkien’s intention) but more importantly, they also are not that, meaning, you can canonically read them as different than that. There is actually more evidence of them being rather nice, and being more like very creative persons than automatons, as they are interpreted somewhat often.

Of course, we now return to the very tricky question: ‘What is canon?’

What can I say? I only won’t use the earliest Tolkien’s writings in the 'Lost Tales’, as I think that Tolkien himself abandoned, for the most part, the depiction of the Valar we find there.

So, to get to the main arguments…

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