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mishage8 :

“22 Years of Skating at One Glance”
Thank You God,
Thank You My Parents,
Thank You My Coach Dad,
Thank You My Teachers,
Thank You My Mentors,
Thank Dear Friends,
Thank You My Most Amazing Fans.
Thank You for The Journey 🙇🏻🙏🏼 #MomentOfLifeToRemeber 

Thank you for sharing us the gift of skating, Misha! ♥

All SP’s and FP’s of Yuzuru Hanyu this Season!

SP: Let’s go crazy - Prince

Autumn Classic International

Skate Canada

NHK Trophy

Grand Prix final

Four Continents

World Championships

World Team Trophy

FP: Hope and Legacy - Jo Hisaishi

Autumn Classic International

Skate Canada

NHK Trophy

Grand Prix final

Four Continents

World Championships

World Team Trophy

Thank you Yuzu ʕ •́؈•̀ ₎

“フィギュアスケートをやっています 羽生結弦です” ( I’m doing figure skating, this is Yuzuru Hanyu)

What a humble introduction from a reigning Olympic Champion and World Champion! (^0^) Yuzuru joined the Japan Olympic Comittee’s gathering event of the athletes who are pursuing into Pyeongchang Olympic 2018. They played some game and team building session. Video credit to x
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there’s a good reason these tables are numbered honey, you just haven’t thought of it yet // panic! at the disco

Silmarillion Onion Headlines: Part One, Finwëans
  • Finwe: Family Infighting Apparent In Funeral Guest Book
  • Miriel: Family Moves Elderly Aunt Into Subconscious
  • Indis: Man Likes Woman So Much He Marries Her
  • Feanor: Mother Trying Her Best To Project Same Amount Of Insecurities Onto All Her Daughters
  • Fingolfin: Lofty Ambitions To Shovel Entire Width Of Driveway Scaled Back To Only Shoveling Thin Path For Car
  • Finarfin: Study: Majority Of Humans Happiest When Rest Of Family Still Asleep
  • Maedhros: True Courage Is Knowing You're Wrong But Refusing To Admit It
  • Maglor: Local Man Might As Well Just Give Up
  • Celegorm: Man's Relationship Advice Same As His Hunting Tips
  • Caranthir: Cousins Meaner This Year
  • Curufin: Trophy Son Half Father's Age
  • Ambarussa: Coast Guard Sinks Vacant Ship
  • Fingon: Vanquished Foe's Skull Makes Surprisingly Bad Wine Goblet
  • Turgon: Congress Members Spend Afternoon Drawing Pictures Of Their Dream Capitals
  • Elenwe: Emergency Crews Attempt To Rescue Olympic Figure Skater Who Fell Through Ice
  • Aredhel: Woman Had No Idea Participating In 5K Walk Could Be So Unrewarding
  • Argon: BREAKING: Friend Who Just Got Motorcycle Already Dead
  • Finrod: Report: None Of Good Cousins Coming To Thanksgiving This Year
  • Angrod: Report: That Was Very Stupid Thing To Say
  • Aegnor: How One Hot New Device Helps Couples Drag Out Their Doomed Relationship That Extra Month Or Two
  • Galadriel: Sole Surviving Bridge Club Member Didn't Want To Win Like This
  • Celebrimbor: Captor, Captive Have Different Senses Of Humor
  • Idril: Woman Leaving Meeting Worried She Came Off As Too Competent
  • Maeglin: Nuclear Warhead Thrilled For Chance To Finally Escape North Korea
  • Orodreth: It Kind Of Sweet CEO Thinks He Doing Good Job
  • Finduilas: Geopolitical Balance Of Power Somehow Unaffected By Death Of Princess
m a s t e r l i s t

here’s a list of the scenarios/imagines, texts and reactions that I’ve written. i’ll be updating this from time to time so that you guys can see or check out if you want to :) I hope you guys enjoy reading these imagines/scenarios that I’ve written and have a nice day! enjoy! :)


Monsta X scenarios/imagines:

Originally posted by kihqun

shownu :

wonho

kihyun : 

minhyuk

jooheon

hyungwon

i.m : 

monsta x: 

fanfic:

scenarios/imagines with more than one member: 

reactions: 

texts:

SEVENTEEN scenarios/imagines:

Originally posted by wonnhao

s.coups : hey i’m sick

jeonghan : should we have more?

vernon : new neighbor

dino: a date, it is!

MASTERLIST

I hope this works but here it is…the MASTERLIST!!!!!! These links should take you to each post and if it doesn’t then let me know please!

REACTIONS

GOT7

BTS

MONSTA X

FAKE TEXTS

GOT7

BTS

SCENARIOS

MONSTA X

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a comparison version of my earlier post on the latest Persona 5 trailer and figure skating techniques not in sync because reasons and also because i’m mcfucking losing it

Anyways I’m pretty sure the first protag gif is a lutz because the gif couldn’t capture it and the clip itself was pretty vague but i’m pretty sure he does a back entrance but either way he does FOUR ROTATIONS WHAT THE FUCK

in order, correct me if i’m wrong: the [quadruple lutz] [one-handed biellmann spin] [spiral] [ina bauer] [camel to sitting spin]

EDIT: thanks to nicayall for telling me the proper name for a figure skating arabesque!

kotaku.com
Figure Skating Anime Yuri On Ice Is Very Realistic, Says Olympic Skater
It’s not just the skating that the show nails. According to former champ Johnny Weir, the show is filled with little details that shows Yuri On Ice’s creators really know their stuff.
By Brian Ashcraft

Short Kotaku article quoting Johnny Weir’s comments regarding Yuri on Ice’s realism.

Not An Athlete (1/?) *Lance Tucker x Reader*

Originally posted by dailyevanstan

Summary: You’re forced by your Athlete parents into taking a summer job, which becomes your full-time job as you balance university. Only the asshole you work for and help, realises how much you do for him. He don’t like that, he don’t like you. Welcome to the world of Athletes, Lance Tucker is your tour guide. (I suck at summaries.)


Warnings: Explicit content, later on. Swearing, body shaming/ degrading language from Tucker. Asshole Tucker (I’m talking straight up rude.)
Note: thank you to @juliagolia87 for proof reading the first draft.

Part Two


One Year Ago:

“Do I have to?” You asked with a small edge of a whine at the end, your parents both looking a little less than pleased with your reaction to the news. “Why can’t we all just admit that I’ll never be good at sports or an athlete, and move on?” You asked.

Your parents are Athlete’s, Olympic athletes to be exact. Whilst that is great, they wanted to continue that amazing legacy with you!

Your mother is a famous gymnast, winning silvers and medals a like. Despite never winning a gold, she’s a national treasure, she won over the hearts of millions in her prime. She still is very well known, often called up to coach young, aspiring gymnasts. She even wrote a book about her life, including baby photo’s of you - embarrassing to say the least. Then there’s your dad, Olympic ice figure skater. Winning bronze in singles but in pairs with his partner? They got many golds and silvers. National icon, he’s a judge for figure skating at the Olympics now after retiring once you were born, leaving with one finale gold.

They met at some party, some swimmer invited a load of athlete’s. Apparently it was love at first sight, they’ve been together since then, becoming a sort of Olympic couple that people know and love. Here’s where things get… bad. They obviously wanted you to carry on their legacy, only no matter what sport you were thrown into… you never picked it up. You are Bambi on ice, you can’t bend that way and you hate swimming, with a passion! That didn’t stop them, you had to endure so much fucking sports as a child. It wasn’t until you were sixteen that they officially stopped.

Now out of school at eighteen, fresh and ready for the world they unload more sports shit on you. You can hardly believe them, you excelled in art and English, also music but they were still force feeding you sports stuff. They wanted you to take a job during the summer, involving working as some athlete’s personal assistant; he’s on his way to winning loads of golds, needs all the help he can get.

“We just want you doing something!” Your father exhaled, “you’ll earn money, it will good on CV’s plus university applications. Who knows, you may enjoy this side of sports!” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, he’s always the voice of reason.

Your mother wrapped an arm around your shoulders, smiling at you. “Sweetie, it’s just for the summer.”

They hooked you in. They knew you needed the money, since only a few weeks ago you had the whole; “I’m eighteen and independent, I don’t want your money!” Now here you are, needing money and they do gracefully offered this opportunity for you. It’s like they knew you were going to have the whole independency speech, they were waiting for it.

You gave a gentle sigh of submission, your father grinning as your mother hugged you. “Just the summer.”

If only it was just for the summer. The few months job turned into… well, now. You had been hooked into working there for a year, whilst studying online at university.

NOW

The job was actually easy, it still is. You are nicknamed “water girl” in the golf, basketball and tennis community, in gymnastics it was given a fancier name; personal assistant. Full intents and purposes, you got towels, food and water plus any other requests the athletes need. Pretty darn simple, especially for you.

Cindi, Lance Tuckers, previous assistant had left strict guidelines and time schedules to follow. Saying that if done correctly everyday, he’d never even know you exist. She had been working for the athlete for around two years, he doesn’t know her name or what she even looks like, just knows that a bottle of Figi water is left on a bench at 6:45am to start his day. So, you did exactly how she wrote it. Lance none the wiser to your existence.

He may not know you exist but you know he does, hard not to when you sit on the bleachers of the gym, writing on a laptop (for university) and watching practice on a pommel horse. You know of the infamous Lance “The Fucker” Tucker, he’s won silver and gold alike. He’s talent, handsome and also an asshole. The way he walks around, sleazy and just disgusting but… he’s good at what he does so, no one bats an eyelash- well except those young gymnasts.

“No, Brooke you don’t understand you have to follow these steps exactly how they are,” you insist to your friend, who also tends to a gymnast. “I’ve gone a year without socialising with the guy, he doesn’t know where the water comes from. It just shows up. I need it to remain that way whilst I get my degree!”

Brooke rolls her eyes, “I have my own gymnast to take of,” you puppy eyes her and she cracks. “Fine. I’ll see what I can do, I’ll try and do it exactly how Zeus wants.”

“Thank you, thank you.” You kiss her cheek and she just laughs.

“Just ace the fucking test, okay?” You nodded.

“Do you need me to run over the schedule again?” You asked, she nodded once despite having it written down in her own locker. “Okay, 6:45am, you’ll place a bottle of Figi water on the bench beside the Rings, along with 5hr protein. Then at 9:05am another bottle of water, Avion will be placed at the pommel horse, essential includes a towel also. At 12pm his lunch, it arrives but you have to check for anything he doesn’t like; mayonnaise, pickles and any red meat. Rectify in kitchen, I’ve left chicken in case they put beef- they’re idiots for fucking it up sometimes.” Brooke has raised eyebrows, “a smoothie to go along with it plus, protein shake and bottle of water. Sometimes his coach will make requests, he never does. Whenever the water bottle gets half empty, grab another one. At 4pm bottle water, chapstick and towel.”

“Chapstick?”

“He likes his lips moisturised? I don’t know, it’s requirement I’ve been filling since Cindi,” you shrugged never really delving into Lance Tuckers chapstick situation.

Brooke chuckled, “do you go home with him or something? How does he survive with you?”

“No,” you rolled your eyes, “I get it, he has to focus on routines and training. It’s easier to have someone collect water plus other things for you.” Brooke huffed but nodded.

“You just do a lot for a guy who doesn’t know you exist,” she shrugged, “Rachel, at least knows my name and speaks to me herself.”

Brooke, was fortunate enough to have a nice, sweet girl as her athlete. “Yeah but it’s Tucker, I don’t expect anything less than what I get now which is… nothing.” She nodded in agreement, “plus you were blessed with a newbie, she has years till she develops a god complex.”

Next Day


Lance Tucker P.O.V

Lance walked into the gym at exactly 6:40am, his fingers typing quick texts to a few of his ‘friends’ before he settled the phone on vibrate and placed it in the side pocket of his gym bag. Walking into the men’s lockers, placing his bag in the same locker he had been for years now, obviously the locker number 1.

He walked into the actual gym and headed straight for the rings, as always. His routine never changed when training, unless he really needed to work on something but he never had to do that, he’s been at the peak of his game for months. Lance did some basic stretches, warming himself up before starting, not even thinking twice at the fact he’s here, yet again, before his coach. Not that he ever thought he needed one.

Dismounting from the rings he walked over to the bench, as his coach was walking in with the other male gymnasts. He reached for the Figi water taking long sips, smirking as usual. He blindly reached for the 5hr protein but his hand came up empty, frowning he looked at the bench beside him and saw nothing, odd. He always had water and 5hr protein waiting for him. Not wanting to cause a scene over a 5hr protein… well, he’d love to but he can train without it.

The whole morning had been a mess. Who messes up Avion water with Everest? There’s a big difference for starters, it was like someone was sabotaging his training, his blue narrowed eyes searched the gym for the culprit. He had an inkling it was Darmon, he always was jealous of Lance, he had every right to be considering he was just a bronze winner. He was on edge as he crossed his arms, stood on the sidelines as another gymnast worked on the pommel horse.

“Tucker, get some lunch.” His coach yelled from the mats, he nodded once and zipped up his Team USA track jacket, leaving the gym to the small cafeteria there.

He grabbed the bag with his name labelled on it, the writing looked a little off but he didn’t pay no mind to how the ‘T’ looked uniquely like an ‘F’. Walking and sitting down with two other gymnasts, Blake and Rachel, he set upon answering the neglected messages on his phone. His left hand blindly going into the bag for his sandwich, bringing it up to his mouth and chewing slowly, thoughtfully as he typed a reply.

He frowned at the taste of the sandwich. He placed his phone down, chewing as he removed the top, blue eyes glancing over the contents of his adored lunch. Mayonnaise? And is that… beef?

“You alright there, Tucker?” Rachel, the redhead, new gymnast asked as she dug into her salad. Noting his furrowed eyebrows and face of disgust.

Lance didn’t answer back straight away. His mind drifting back to his earlier thoughts; someone is trying to sabotage me, Lance thought. His eyes glared up, darting across the hall which was now housing the few Team USA training here today.

“I think, someone is trying to sabotage me.” He abides to Rachel, and Blake who hears and barks a laugh, earning a glare. “What’s so funny, Smith?”

It takes a while for the bulkier man with blonde hair to reply, “you’re so obtuse it actually hurts.” Is the only reply he gets, “why would someone want to sabotage you?”

“Why wouldn’t they?” Lance shrugs leaning back against his chair, crossing his arms and pushing the lunch away. “I’m a gold medalist,” that earns an eye roll from Blake, ignored by Tucker. “Probably, wanted to fuck up my training throw me off but they’re messing with the wrong guy,” running a hand through his thick, brown hair.

Rachel giggles to herself, earning a glare and an eyebrow raise from Lance. “For a fantastic gymnast, you really are an idiot.” She states standing up and skipping back off to the gym.

“Have you tried talking to your personal assistant?” Blake asked grabbing Lance’ lunch and biting into it, Lance frowned. “Right, forgot. You only care about yourself and take no notice of people,” Lance rolled his eyes. “They arrange our lunch plus other requirements, talk to yours.”

Lance still frowning but nods, standing up and patting Smith on the shoulder as he leaves to find out exactly who his assistant is. Which was harder than expected, he had to look out for someone he didn’t even knew existed, he was sure as hell that his coach left the water around. Frowning as he worked on the pommel horse, he was good enough that his eyes could quickly dart across the room and not fuck up.

That’s when he noticed her. A normal girl, usually she’s beside Rachel, he only knows that because Rachel insists on actually annoying him. She places a water and towel down near him, does he and Rachel have the same assistant? He dismounts and stalks over to her.

“You! Girl?” He snapped abruptly gaining the attention of her blonde, she raises her eyebrows and nods. “Are you trying to fucking kill me or something?”

“I’m not sure how to answer that,” she crosses her arms nervously.

Lance scoffed. “I can get you fired like that,” he snaps his fingers in her face, “everyday has been great and now suddenly you’re slacking? What the fuck, on your period or something?”

“Uh-no,” she frowns. “I’m not usually working for you, I’m filling in for Y/N, I work over with Rachel. Y/N is the person who takes care of you, I’m not familiar with your schedule.” She watches at the gears turn in Lance’s head.

“Well, where is this Y/N?” He fumed slightly, “I don’t need taking care of, I can do just fine without her. Leave go back to Rachel!” He snapped and turns around, stalking as he grabbed his shades from his shirt and pulled them on.

As if he needed help. He can win golds without a babysitter, he can win golds without a coach too. He doesn’t need some girl placing water on a bench for his day or training, for that matter, to go smoothly.

“I’m going home,” he snapped to his coach who just sighed and nodded. “If Y/N, whatever her fucking stupid name is, shows up; tell her she’s fucking fired.”

(IM STILL EDITING(excuse any mistakes)Hope the first chapter is good, took a while for me to set it up and get the ball rolling. Actually super excited for this series. Let me know if you wanna be tagged by either dropping a comment below or sending an ask(permanent tag list also- get tagged in everything I upload or just this)- Rosalee)


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Jack’s Celebrity Crush

TitleJack’s Celebrity Crush
Author:  MaraMcGregor
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: None Apply
Completed: Yes
Word count: 3126
Summary: Jack has had a long-time celebrity crush on US Olympic Figure Skater Eric Bittle. He wants nothing more than to meet his crush and maybe take a couple of pictures. He finally gets his chance.

Most memorable line: Jack made a mental note to send his mother the absolute best gifts for Christmas, Mother’s Day, her birthday, and every minor holiday in between.