quad roll

anonymous asked:

Isak eats really unhealthy! While his friends are all eating sandwiches at school he'll eat a bun or a Norwegian waffle. Like boy should not be living by himself, lol. I'm glad even makes him eggs for breakfast. And I wonder if even is good at cooking in general. At least he seems to be taking charge in the kitchen so far. I have a feeling Isak is the kind to just grab a handful of cereal out of the box before

FO’ REAL!! I doubt Isak has had a balanced meal since he ran away from home! And he may very well grab cereal from the box, assuming he has any at home, either way he’s probably forgotten to buy milk.

Even is definitely more interested in cooking than Isak, and given that he has some seasoning tricks to make the food taste better, I imagine he has some culinary talents as well. Isak however, I doubt could cook to save his own life! At least this is what empiric data tells me…

Because of course me being the weirdo I am, I’m physically incapable of speculating about stuff like this without researching and getting all the facts™ first, so I’ve gone through all the times (that I could remember) we’ve seen Isak eating and compiled some data.

In the words of Isak: NU KÖR VI~

We don’t really know anything about Isak’s eating habits at home (in S1). And aside from Even, the only one who’s made food for Isak is Eva. When they were at Jonas’ cabin she made them pasta and tomato sauce

She also treated him to a coffee at one point (not food but still!).

I didn’t remember seeing Isak eat anything in particular in S2, so let’s skip onto S3….

First time we see Isak eating in S3, is the bun you mentioned. We see him tearing the raisin out of the bun, which tells me this is one of those semi-sweet raisin buns. They are delicious but not exactly healthy. (somewhat related: after close inspection I’m 95% sure these are raisin buns with CARDAMOM ❤︎).

Next time we see him eating it’s the cheese toast with ALL THE SPICES and ketchup that Even made him. Not exactly balanced food, but alright for a midday snack imo?

Unfortunately I doubt Isak finished it… when their datehangout got interrupted by guests, you see Isak look down dejectedly at his toasts and tap his thumb against his leg. :( Once Sonja is introduced I imagine Isak made himself scarce.

When Even spends the weekend at Isak’s after Halloween, they must have eaten something. The flatmates didn’t see either of them until Sunday, supposedly, but the mug Even puts ash in suggests to me that Isak probably sneaked out and made them sandwiches & cocoa or smth (that or the mug was already in his room… but one entire day, they’d have to eat) at some point.

Isak isn’t really great at getting breakfast either. That Sunday he literally opens the door, gets asked about Even by Noora and Eskild, and then closes the door again. Wonder how long it took for him to dare venture out… boy must have been starving!

After the painful ‘breakup’ when Isak wasn’t sleeping well, I can’t imagine he was eating so great either. Especially not if you consider the sad sad toast he got from the canteen. One toast with only cheese, it seriously looks just as tired as Isak does!

Of all the foods Isak has bought, the kebab he ate with Jonas is definitely among the healthiest. I imagine he spends most of his allowance/the money his dad sends on snapbacks (he can’t have borrowed all of them!), beer and eating fast food.

Luckily, if it’s down to Even Isak gets to eat a sturdy breakfast. And that’s good considering how Isak hardly seems to be able to get himself breakfast at the flat. (does he even have any food there?) I imagine that Even realized this when he stayed over the previous time, and simply decided to take matters into his own hands, with a little help from the Noora (and Eskild), making Isak scrambled eggs after staying over the second time.

Isak doesn’t join the guys for pizza… but on Friday, Isak waits for Even at the KB. I only saw a coffee cup though, so who knows if he had anything to eat there? Once again Even makes sure they get some food, ordering burgers and champagne (and what looks like cakes? fancy smørbrød?) at the hotel. Isak doesn’t exactly lack appetite at that point ;)

We don’t know what or how he ate the days after… but on Tuesday, we’re back to Isak’s classic diet. He gets a waffle. The guy doesn’t even put jam or anything tasty on it (except whipped cream?). idk what is up with Nissen’s canteen, but stuff looks plain af. (I feel for norwegianall kids who are forced to pay for or bring their own school lunches….)

Now last food Isak prepared (as I am writing this) was a ready-made frozen Grandiosa pizza, which can hardly be considered cooking. And it wasn’t even his (he doesn’t have any food at the flat does he…).

In conclusion (TL;DR):

I doubt Isak knows how to cook. I’m CERTAIN he maintains a horribly unhealthy diet ever since he ran away from home. And I’m hoping that Even’s cooking skills extend beyond breakfast and sandwiches, but honestly I’m fairly certain it does? Even seems comfortable enough in a kitchen to figure it out and make them some healthy food. So with Even in his life…

Hallelujah Isak is saved!!

Let Me Tell You a Tale where Justice Does Not Prevail

“You can’t do this.”

“I already have, Mr. Hook,” Fairy Godmother says firmly, though she’s starting to get unnerved by how murderous Harry looks. “The schedules have already been set—”

“Fuck that!” Harry snarls, slamming his hands down on her desk. “You told me I couldn’t wear my hook in class, I accepted that. But making sure that Uma and I don’t have any classes together? That’s low, even for your lot.” A dark sneer curls his lips. “What, are ye worried that we’re plotting against the kingdom or something?”

“No, that is not the reason that we decided to separate you two,” Fairy Godmother retorts, trying to keep her voice calm and measured. Though that was most of the teachers concerns … “I already told you, the school psychologist thinks that you and Miss Triskelion have an unhealthy co-dependence upon each other—”

“I don’t give a damn about your psycho-babble,” Harry hisses so venomously, that Fairy Godmother instinctively leans back. “And I especially don’t give a rats arse what anybody else thinks is best. Put us together.”

Fairy Godmother gives up on trying to have a neutral expression and scowls at him. “I’m sorry, but we’ve made our decision, and you’ll just have to accept that.”

Harry glares at her so darkly that it makes her itch to have her wand in her hand, but the boy merely warns, “You’ll regret this,” before storming out of the room, red coat billowing behind him.

“I’m sure I won’t,” Fairy Godmother mutters as soon as he’s out of earshot. A flicker of unease lights up in her stomach, but she dismisses it. Harry Hook is just a teenage boy with a crush. She has dealt with them before, and he is no different.

This will all be fine.


It’s not fine.

Harry insists on walking Uma to every class, and so each morning, Auradon Prep is treated to the sight of Harry carrying his bag and Uma’s while Uma launches into a speech about feminism and how chivalry is just an idea invented by the patriarchy, so put down her bags, Harry, or else.

Usually, this ends up with Uma chasing Harry and trying to get her bag back while he races ahead of her and taunts her.

“Come on, darling, you don’t want to be late to class!”

“Your class is literally on the other side of the school, you idiot.”

All of this results in Harry strolling into class five minutes late every morning, and then bolting from the room five minutes early so he can sprint across the quad and meet Uma as her class ends.

The first time he does this, Uma walks out the door and sees Harry trying to lean casually against the wall to disguise his ragged breathing.

She gives him a disapproving look as he grins brightly at her. “Walk you to class, love?”

Uma sighs, pulls out her water bottle, and tosses it at him. “You’re such a moron,” she complains as Harry immediately downs half the contents of the bottle.

“Mr. Hook, please just step into class,” Professor Selwyn says tiredly, eyeing them wearily from behind her desk.

“No can do, teach,” Harry replies indifferently, slinging his arm around Uma’s shoulders. “I’m putting all of that chivalry bullshit to work – we can’t let young ladies walk all by themselves across the quad, can we?”

Selwyn rolls her eyes. “I’m sure Miss Triskelion is more than capable of walking across the quad by herself without your assistance.”

“I have been told I have weak ankles,” Uma says with an evil smile. “I might trip and fall, and then where would I be?” she casts a mock-sad glance down at her heels, which elevate her off the ground by at least five inches.

Harry shakes his head solemnly. “Miss, I cannot in good conscience let her risk herself so recklessly.”

Uma gives him a surprised grin. “You’ve been studying the vocab?”

“Doug made me flashcards,” Harry admits, and then snatches Uma’s bag out of her hands. “Just let me get that for you—”

“Give me my bag!” Uma protests, grabbing for the strap of her messenger bag, but Harry shakes his head.

“No way, you might break your fragile arms or something—”

“You little bitch—” Uma yanks the bag out of Harry’s hands and takes off with surprising speed for someone wearing heels. Harry chases after her, yelling, “This is not what chivalry is about!”

Selwyn thinks longingly of winter break and the ski trip that her wife Diana is always insisting that they should take, and briefly considers locking the door so the irritating boy won’t be able to get in when he comes back. Gods knew he wouldn’t care.

When Fairy Godmother calls Uma to her office to ask her to encourage Harry to stop walking her to class, the girl fixes her with a cool stare and reminds her that it was their decision to not let Harry in any of her classes, and that she cannot control him. She concludes this by telling her coldly that even if she could control him, she would never do it for something as sweet as this.

“Him walking me to class is one of the only nice acts that has happened to me in my life, are you really going to take that away from me?”

So she is forced to let the walking to class continue, but tells the teachers that they should not refrain from any sort of punishment, since he is breaking the rules, after all.

Harry racks up ten detentions over the course of the week due to his tardiness and leaving early, and he pins the angry pink slips to the door of the room that he shares with Doug. The dwarf’s son sighs when he sees it, but doesn’t do anything else. Harry might leave his clothes everywhere and snore all night long, but he once threatened to punch Chad after he had mocked Doug’s short stature, so the pirate is alright in his book.

Fairy Godmother is convinced that detention will be enough of a threat to make Harry behave, because if even Mal tries to stay on the straight and narrow to avoid detention, baking with Merryweather will break his spirit into small pieces and leave it whimpering sadly on the floor. (Dear Gods, she has been hanging around too many villain children.)

However, baking obviously doesn’t scare Harry as much as it does Mal. He slips marijuana into the batch of cupcakes that he and Merryweather bake, and no one finds out until it is much too late, and Merryweather has released a stampede of unicorns into the school.

(Trying to take away unicorns from a group of twelve year olds led by Dizzy Tremaine had not been fun.)

(Nor had the situation been made any better when Uma started insisting that the place where they were sending the unicorns was known for animal experimentation.)

(She has never seen Chad Charming so passionate about anything in his life than when he was arguing with her about animal experimentation and threatening to call his lawyers if she didn’t send the unicorns to good homes.)

Harry has to sweep up all of the glitter and rainbow dust, but even that punishment backfires because the next day, two of Uma’s crew, Ashe and Sierra, are selling objects covered in rainbow glitter that they claim have been blessed by unicorns.

So that has to be stopped immediately, because the children end up throwing the glitter-covered rocks at each other in order to activate their ‘unicorn powers’.

It frustrates her that Harry isn’t at all fazed by their punishments. When she orders him to assist the surly art professor in cleaning up the art wing, she is sure that this will make him compliant. Professor de Villiers has been known to make students cry with his scathing critiques and sharp comments, so she is sure that he will be significantly less trusting of Harry than Merryweather.

But when Fairy Godmother goes down to the art wing to see how they’re progressing, she sees Harry painting a giant silver skull on the wall and she cannot repress a shriek of horror.

What are you doing?”

Harry spins around, a smirk fixed on his face, but then a deep voice booms out, “Verity! I didn’t know you would be joining us.”

The professor is walking towards them, holding a bucket of water and a huge paintbrush, and he walks over next to Fairy Godmother.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” He muses to Fairy Godmother, while she tries not to gape at him. “With a bit of refining, he could be almost as good as the princess of Corona.”

Harry scoffs. “Refining? Old man, this is street art, it doesn’t need to meet your approval,”

She half-expects de Villiers to open his mouth and swallow Harry whole, but he just laughs. “Ah, to be young and arrogant again, eh, Verity?”

Harry makes a rude gesture at de Villiers, and then they both grin at each other, which just seems to make the pounding in her head even stronger.

“B-but the w-walls -”

“Yes, it’s wonderful, isn’t it? Instead of just hanging artwork on the walls, it would save paper and materials to simply just paint on the wall.”

Fairy Godmother can feel her magic fluttering nervously under her skin, but she makes sure to keep her voice strong when she says, “But a skull, Byron? I’m just not sure -”

“Nonsense,” de Villiers replies dismissively. “The students could stand to benefit from being exposed to different art styles, and Mr. Hook’s art is a prime example of that! In fact, I was thinking of taking him on as my apprentice for the year …”

As de Villiers continues to rave about Harry, Fairy Godmother looks at the boy. Harry raises an eyebrow at her smugly, as if to say see, I told you that you would regret this.

For the first time since she’s started teaching at the school, Fairy Godmother seriously considers retirement.

It’s going to be a long year …

FIG: ok so this quad we’ll ummm *rolls dice* fuck up Olympic qualifications, and then *pulls from a bag* fuck up the scoring system again and then *uses a ouiji board* uh… refuse to hold venues accountable to certain standards of athlete safety this is perfect fool proof #MakeGymnasticsGreatAgain we are a group of geniuses

anonymous asked:

Your in the shower water streaming down your gravid belly you feel your quads roll around They've been active all term&recently droped You don't notice your waterbreaking but then aaful contraction takes hold of you you after a bif you feel abuldging from your penis and anus the pain growing more and more intence you reach down and realize your babys are comeing out of each hole in a panic you let out a scream as another wave hits the pain now doubled Please letme know whatu think, cont? -fnab

night fever

for: @sissannis, rando details bc i’m your dealer and i know you like them
hermione granger x tom riddle
drabble // 1,565
college au; they’re the same age but tom skipped grades and got ahead and now he’s a tenure professor and hg is in grad school so yeah
if you’re new to my tom, he believes in fate. like, hardcore.

Hermione sighed, pulling off her glasses and digging the swell of her palms into her tired eyes. There was still a bit more reading she needed to do before she could call it a night…but if she went to bed in exactly eighty minutes, she could still get a little over five hours of sleep before she needed to be at her 10am class, and it gave her a little extra time-

“Oh, fuck it,” she decided, grabbing her phone as she got up from her desk.

She shoved her key card into the back pocket of her corduroys and zipped a Hogwarts hoodie over her tank top before sneaking out of her apartment, careful not to wake her flat-mates as she locked the door behind her. As she jogged down the steps, she scrolled through her bookmarked links. She landed on her favorite one-shot as she left the building, and made her way to the benches in the quad.

All she needed was 20 minutes of fresh air and a good smut fic, then she could go back to Professor Slughorn’s combinatorics readings.

-Jennifer laughed, the length of her throat covered in blood as she tilted her head toward the sky. Needy shivered, feeling herself ache as Jennifer licked her lips clean. If only-

“What are you reading?”

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the sun stands still

characters: taehyung, a firebender who, unlike his family, isn’t hotheaded but still goofs around and accidentally lights stuff of fire. y/n, another firebender that who enjoys making exotic drinks, even if it means hallucinating on cactus juice.

genre + plot: humor + avatar the last airbender au. he’s going about his day, showing off a new trick to his friends when he again lights something on fire. the victim this time? the straw umbrella sitting atop her drink stand.

wc: 1788

muse: bts’ taehyung

… [ ♡ ] … a musing for my golden friendship that also happens to work for the @kreativewritersnet‘s june event centering around summer and a summer job (and the summer solstice

“Okay, so watch this.”

“Whoa! How did you do that?!”

“I’m telling you, I’m just that good,” he says with that cocky grin of his.

“But have you seen this?” another voice interjects. All eyes shift to him as hot flames swirl around him, lightning dancing upon his fingertips as he guides all his energy into his personal show. An array of gasps fuel the flames and his confidence, but it’s the sun that really intensifies his tricks. Unlike his rival, Jungkook, he’s learned to harvest the power of the summer solstice and amplify his firebending, making it that much easier to impress those around him and humiliate the younger boy. He wouldn’t dare share with Jungkook how he was able to quickly perfect each movement of his flames – he’d rather let the clueless one wonder. He finds joy in having the upper hand after all.

As more sounds of wonder and amusement find his ears, his right-hand raises, leading a channel of flames with lightning sparking around it into the ever-clear sky. The applause around him puffs his chest and a grin takes his face, but a cry of shock and panic steals one of his heartbeats.

After one domino falls, the rest succumb to its impact. One panicked voice after another rings in Taehyung’s ears as he finally fixes his gaze upon the new hot topic of the day: the flaming umbrella and the frantic girl beneath it trying to save the contents that were once shaded from the summer heat.

Before he can begin to wonder what caused this, she points right at him with a wooden ladle. “You did this, so help me!”

Without any hesitation and with wide eyes, the guilty Taehyung rushes over, his large and destructive hands grabbing as much as possible from under the umbrella and swiftly takes it all to the spot on the ground the unknown girl had set her other items at. Curious eyes scan what she has until a familiar thought comes to him: bright drinks to look like flames. She must’ve had a cold drink stand to celebrate the solstice. 

Taehyung’s curiosity bubbles as he leans down, wanting to inspect everything she has when the harmless impact of a small object meets the base of his bent spine. He whips around, eyes reflecting wonder and guilt all at once but it does nothing to stop her irritation.

“Don’t get distracted!” she calls. “Put out the fire!”

Scrambling to collect himself, Taehyung grabs the nearest liquid and indelicately swings, creating quite the splash that even a waterbender would be surprised of. Yet nothing could cap the surprise of the poor girl standing between Taehyung and the now extinguished flames, her hair matted down and dotted with fruit, clothes soaked a deep red, and face reddening in ire. 

“Oh…” is all Taehyung utters, the wooden pitcher falling from his hands. With the pitcher goes the last bit of Y/N’s patience.

“Are you kidding me?! First, you light my stand on fire, then you splash me with my drink that I was supposed to sell and all you can say is ‘oh.’ Do you even know how much stress you’ve put me through from watching your dumb tricks get closer and closer to my stand? And don’t even get me started on how long…”

Her screaming fades in Taehyung’s ears as he watches Jungkook and the others sneak off with giggles. He finds himself groaning internally because why is he the one getting yelled at? They started it.

He’s jerked back to the current situation by the collar of his shirt. “Are you even listening to me?” Y/N grounds out, the sparks in her eyes signaling that he’s making matters worse.

“No,” he admits quietly, and she jerks him even closer to her. “I’d listen to you if you’d tell what I can do to help rather than screeching in my face.”

Y/N grounds her teeth. “So now you want to help?”

“Well, yeah. All those tricks made me thirsty, so I’d like to have a drink.”

Y/N can feel her face twitching in annoyance, but he appears to ignore it, leaving the blank look of innocence on his face. “You’re the last person I’d serve a drink to.”

“I’ll be serving myself if I make the drink, though, right?” he replies, a small smile tugging at his lips in amusement. 

“Your head will be served on a platter if you don’t get it together and help me set my stand back up.”

Taehyung is sure it’s an empty threat – there’s no way she could do any harm to him – but he still lets her have what she wants. He gives her a “Yes, ma'am” and a cheesy salute before they dedicate themselves to rebuilding her drink stand. It doesn’t take long for two people, especially since Taehyung finally stopped joking around. Y/N steals a glance at him as she hands him the chopped fruit to add to her classic beverage, his eyebrows slightly drawn together in concentration and eyes completely focused mixing the right proportions of the ingredients. Her eyes don’t miss how his bottom lip is stroked by his tongue before it’s pulled between his teeth. She would’ve lost her grip on the fruit if he hadn’t already taken it and her composure. She blinks away the image in front of her and turns away, attempting to channel all her attention to placing out cups for him.

“Hey, Y/N,” he speaks, and she hums in response. “Am I getting some of the pay for this?”

She rolls her eyes. “No. You’re being forgiven for ruining my stand in the first place. And how do you know my name?”

Taehyung looks at her in confusion. “You’re always here selling drinks in the hot season; everyone knows you…”

Y/N falls quiet in surprise that he actually noticed her. In fact, she assumed he has been too absorbed in his rivalry with Jungkook to notice anything besides himself and the chants of his name when they competed against each other. She’s nearly impressed with his ability to be observant during those times, but then she remembers that he must not have been that observant since he did demolish her stand.

Before she can come up with a response, a young girl comes up to the stand, asking Taehyung for a drink. Taehyung and Y/N take this as a cue to get to business – just on time too because the numbers in front of the stand grow from one person to tens of people. The pair works with ease together, talking to customers and serving the best drinks the Fire Nation has ever tasted. They’re easily kept busy with the number of people around, but the two share puzzled glances with each other. Y/N has definitely had busy days when it comes to her little summer job, but it was never anything like this. Everyone has become a blur of unfamiliar faces, much unlike the regulars she’s used to seeing. Soon, the sun and its disciple shed light on the situation.

“Do you hear what I’m hearing?” Taehyung mumbles lowly to Y/N as he pours another drink. Y/N listens for a moment, ears searching for what he could be talking about. They don’t search for long; the chanting hits her eardrums with vigor as it gets closer and closer.

Jungkook is back. And he brought a hype quad. Y/N rolls her eyes as far as possible. “Can you believe him? After what he just witnessed, he’s going to come back here and start firebending next to my burnt stand?”

She looks at Taehyung with the expectation that he would agree, but instead, she’s greeted by an imaginary cloud of dust from his speedy departure. Her jaw drops as she turns her head forward, almost not seeing his bobbing head and windblown hair as he darts through the crowd to approach Jungkook.

The younger boy is again showing off, his flames mimicking dragons as he shows off another trick up his sleeve. His own chest swells with pride as the crowd around him cheers, but what really gets him going is seeing Taehyung emerge from the crowd, mouth agape in disbelief and eyebrows furrowed in jealousy. Taehyung watched how Jungkook grins cockily, the heated air distorting the sight enough to make Jungkook look even more menacing, but Taehyung knows better. And Taehyung is better.

With his chin tilted up, Taehyung looks down his nose at his rival, stepping out of the circle of people to challenge Jungkook once again. Just as he opens his mouth to send Jungkook back to the sewer with his sharp tongue, he’s intercepted not by a hand, but by the shocking sight of a wall of blue lightning flashing between him and Jungkook, singe marks and embers being left in its wake on the ground below. The brightness leaves dots dancing in Taehyung’s vision and he can make out the dumbfounded expression on Jungkook’s face, who had backed up so far that he stumbled into the murmuring crowd behind him. Everyone is looking around in surprise, some believing that maybe it was all an act by Taehyung until the true source comes forth with nearly palpable lasers shooting from their eyes.

“Taehyung, we were nowhere close to being done with selling enough drinks but you still rushed off to be immature and do tricks with Jungkook!” Y/N stomps over to him, heat and anger radiating from her and burning Taehyung’s confidence to ashes. “You better get your ass back over to that stand right now or so help me–”

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!”

The crowd hoots and hollers, lauding the fuming girl for the grand show she unintentionally put on in the midst of her rage. Jungkook’s facial expression falls from shock to frustrated shock with a side of frustration once he hears the praises and watches his audience shift toward Y/N with haste and excitement. Y/N looks left and right, seeing how everyone is thoroughly impressed with her stunt, but she’s mostly looking for an exit between them as they close in on her. Above all their voices, one stands out.

“If you want to experience more of Y/N’s talents, then come to her drink stand right over here. Cold drinks served by me, hot tricks served by Y/N!!”

The crowd oohs and ahhs at this, quick to stop in their tracks and make room for Taehyung as he pulls Y/N through by her forearm. When they’re back to her small and burnt stand, Taehyung shoots her a wink and cheeky grin. “Y/N, you officially are the best firebender and bartender I’ve ever met.”

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anonymous asked:

Thank you for all your wonderful explanations of scoring! Would you mind explaining something? At JGP Zagreb a skater got -3 across the board for a jump but her GOE was -2.1 - does jump GOE work differently for junior skaters or for ladies?

Hi! No, GOE doesn’t work any differently in any discipline. The thing to note is that the GOE you see on the protocol does not go directly into the skater’s final score. First, raw GOE is calculated from all judges’ GOE using a modified mean, in which the minimum and maximum scores are discarded and the rest averaged. Secondly, this raw GOE is converted using the ISU Scale of Value (SOV). The SOV exists in order to ensure that the final GOE of an element is somewhat proportionate to its Base Value. Take the toe loop jump for example, GOE from -3 to +3 awarded to a single toe loop would convert to -0.9 to +0.9 in final score, -/+1.5 for a double toe loop, -/+2.1 for a triple toe loop, and from -4.0 to +3.0 for a quadruple toe loop (yes that’s right, if you mess up your quads, you score gets deducted by more than the raw GOE). 

Here, let’s have an example. Below is Yuzu’s free skate protocol from Helsinki 2017.

For the quad loop, he received the following 9 GOEs: 2, 2, 3, 3, 2, 3, 2, 2, 3. Using the trimmed mean, one 2 and one 3 were discarded, so the rest averaged to (2 + 3 + 3 + 2 + 3 + 2 + 2) / 7 = 2.43. Applying the appropriate SOV for a quad loop, his final GOE was 2.43 as shown in the protocol.

For the triple Lutz, his 9 GOEs were: 1, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 2, 2, 2. Discarding one 1 and one 3, we’ve got (2 + 2 + 2 + 3 + 2 + 2 + 2) / 7 = 2.14. Applying the SOV for a triple Lutz, you’d get to his final GOE of 1.50.

Fun fact: the only element for which SOV conversion would give you a final score higher than raw GOE is *drum roll* the quad Axel. Raw GOE of +1, +2, and +3 on your Axel of four-and-a-half revolutions would give you +1.2, +2.4, and +3.6 in final score respectively. The maximum score for a 4A would thus be 20.1, you know (15.0 in BV, bonus 10% if done in the second half so max is 16.5, plus 3.6 of max GOE).

This was today’s workout. I’m trying to strengthen my quads, hamstrings, calves, and shins. My knees have had a hard time with my new cardio regime, so I’m hoping this will help. It has worked in the past, so we’ll see! I’m also foam rolling.

PS I think the person who invented foam rolling was into S&M because that stuff hurts!

ponytoe-deactivated20150920  asked:

OMG just started following you and already it has been an amazing decision. Can you PLEASE write a Bellarke laser tag AU?? I can't get it out of my head.

Thanks for the follow—hope this lives up to your expectations!

Bellamy peaked up from behind the half-wall to check his opponents’ positions.  He had rolled his eyes when Miller told him they would be celebrating Monty’s birthday at a laser tag arena (“What are we, twelve?” Bellamy had groused) but now that they were fully immersed Bellamy had to admit—this was a blast.

A blur of blonde hair darted through the open quad and rolled behind his wall.  She sat with her back to the partition, panting and clutching her laser gun.  “There’s three blues on our five o’clock,” she informed him.  She peeked around the corner and then pulled back.  “And Jasper’s hiding behind that post over there but he thinks we can’t see him.”

Bellamy risked a look over the wall and saw the edge of Jasper’s hoodie poking out.  He couldn’t see the other three blues, but she was wearing a red vest like his and probably had no reason to lie.  He recognized her vaguely as one of Monty’s friends, but he hadn’t caught her name while they were suiting up.  “Bellamy,” he said, and she stuck her hand out to shake.

“Clarke.  Think you can handle Jasper?  If you go for him first I’ll cover you, then I can take out those three little fuckers who think they can hide from us.”

Bellamy grinned, gratified when she bit her lip and glanced away.  “Sure thing, princess.  Ready?”

Clarke turned and crouched, the nozzle of her gun creeping over the edge of the partition.  “Ready,” she confirmed, and Bellamy exploded out of their hiding place, grateful that Miller’s boyfriend had such excellent taste in friends.