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Yuri on Ice interview translation - Febri 2017/03 (p29-33)

Finally the interview from Febri is finished! I like Kubo’s interviews but I swear I don’t want to see any more for some time… This one is also mentioning a lot of stuff that I haven’t read in other interviews so far. It’s a bit long but definitely worth reading!

Translation is under the cut. I might fix the format a little later on to make it visually better, now I have to leave to go to Wonder Festival… (who needs sleep?).
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Okay listen, guys.

We’ve currently got 5 Yuri!! On Ice episodes out, and like in all my moments of solitude recently, I’ve been thinking about the show. And quite suddenly, something hit me. There are all these speculations about how it will all end, will Viktor stay/go, will Yuuri follow, will they become a couple, will the fans get an actual kiss? And tbh, as much as I like to think about it, there is just no way to know. It could go in any direction, there’s no way to tell. 

But then, I remembered something from the first episode, and I ended up putting together this theory/prediction, that I’m actually really excited about because it seems likely!

I’m sure you all recall Viktor’s performance of  ‘Stay Close to Me’

Which we see Minako comment on.

She says this and then comments on how the performance would suit a more naive man, which we all agree to be Yuuri. 

The program ‘Stay Close to Me’ is a plea to a lover, a desperate appeal to one special person to remain by your side. Since Viktor isn’t known to have a special someone when he skates this, only many many fans, the song doesn’t quite have that personal touch.

But as he skates, we have Yuuri back in Japan doing the same routine.

We don’t see the routine fully skated either by just Victor or Yuuri. We see parts of the routine performed by each of them, and since they’re performed identically (as Yuko says) we can assume that what we see Viktor do, Yuuri is doing it too, and what Yuuri does, Viktor is skating that as well.

So I invite you to look at this part:

Originally posted by n5fw

Yuuri skates this section of ‘Stay Close to Me’ right by the rink side, directly at Yuko, the only person there.

He skates this routine in honour of his childhood friend, who he most likely had a crush on at some point. Someone who supported his skating and who in a way introduced him to Viktor, through his skating. When Yuuri finished the performance, he says ‘I wanted to get my love for skating back. I thought I could remember how it was when I copied Viktor with you.’

Yuuri admitted at the beginning of the first ep that he wanted to meet Viktor as an equal. Viktor has always been very important to him, and skating his routines with Yuko was always a way for Yuuri to feel closer to him. 

So the song ‘Stay Close to Me’ that Yuuri skated was directed at Yuko the person in the rink, but it represented his feelings for Viktor and skating  (as the two were completely intertwined, I believe). 

That was the difference from when Viktor performed it. I think he saw and understood this when he watched the video of Yuuri skating online, his body making music. 

Now, let’s go back to the very beginning of Yuri!! On Ice, the opening scene as a matter of fact.

It’s not unusual for opening scenes to be either flashbacks of a character’s past, or the very end of the story. A bit of a ‘this is where I am now, and I’m going to tell you the story of how it happened’.

I believe YOI actually does both. 

We have a younger Viktor skating, who turns into an older Viktor. 

The younger, long-haired Viktor is clearly of the past, but it’s not a concrete memory (Yuuri’s there too). It embodies how Yuuri has watched Viktor skate from a young age. 

When Young!Viktor skates, he gives Yuuri his back, he doesn’t face him. He doesn’t know him, they’re not on the same level.

But when he moves into the shadow and then we have the older Viktor, he’s looking right at Yuuri. He knows him, acknowledges him.

And for the rest of the routine, he doesn’t take his eyes off of Yuuri. He has eyes only for him.

I think this opening scene has shown us the past and the future. During the scene, Yuuri speaks of Viktor and says “He never fails to surprise me. Ever since I first saw his skating, it’s been an unending chain of surprises”. To me, this sounds like the words of a Yuuri at the end of the series, recounting how much he’s gone through with Viktor.  

The opening scene is the Viktuuri relationship before and after.

What most got me about it though, was this part of Viktor’s skating:

I didn’t realise it at first, but it’s exactly the same as when Yuuri skates ‘Stay Close to Me’. We don’t see Viktor perform this part in the contest, we only see it from Yuuri’s performance in the Ice Castle skating ring, but we know this is Viktor’s ‘Stay Close to Me’. 

So Viktor is skating this routine in the opening scene, either symbolising the future, or being an actual scene from the future.

And just as when Yuuri skated this part right by Yuko and all that she represented at the time, Viktor is skating this right up to Yuuri.

He reaches his hand out towards the person he wants to stay close to.

And that person is clearly Yuuri, he’s physically there. You can see Viktor’s hands reach for him.

So my theory is this. 

Yuuri skated ‘Stay Close to Me’ the way it should have been skated, a desperate plea to be close to the one person that matters and the love for skating that bloomed from his feelings. Viktor couldn’t quite do that because he didn’t have a special person, and he was losing his way in terms of his love for skating, as Yurio said. 

I believe that the opening scene was premonition, and that at the very end of the series, Viktor will skate 'Stay Close to Me’. And do it justice. He will skate the routine that started it all, that brought him to Yuuri, but he will skate it the way it’s meant to be skated. Because by then, Yuuri will be his special someone. 

In this intimate setting, a private rink at night, possibly Ice Castle, he will skate for Yuuri to show him his feelings. I believe Viktor is more of a man of action when it comes to things like this. For example, he tells Yuuri at the beach that he’ll work him hard because that’s how he shows his love. I think instead of words maybe, Viktor will show his love to Yuuri, his appreciation for him, by skating 'Stay Close to Me’ for him and only him. 

I’m not sure what might follow, but I think it will be a while before we get a confession out of Viktor, and I think this is how it will come to be. Because being able to skate the routine the way it should be would mean that he’s found his way, that Yuuri’s led him there. For these two, it’s love and it’s ice skating. And by skating 'Stay Close to Me’, Viktor will show Yuuri that he’s given him both, and that he wants to stay by his side, hopefully forever.

anonymous asked:

I'm surprised ppl haven't brought up Yuuri's gaming hobby. Imagine him and Yurio playing Smash Bros with Yuuri coming out super savage on cat son. Also imagine the trio doing a let's play of Resident Evil 7 with Yuuri playing with stone, cold eyes while Yurio and Victor are scared out of their wits. Lastly, imagine Phichit and Yuuri doing LPs in off seasons during their Detroit days

(Referring to Yuuri’s Japanese Skating Federation online bio. I added the arrow and box to point where it says ゲーム“game” - gaming/video gaming)

Thinking about it…I’ve only seen maybe one or two fanfiction/Tumblr drabbles early EARLY in the season that touched on Yuuri with gaming and I think I’ve seen a couple of fanart here and there. There might be more now, but I don’t watch AO3 every hour, so I do miss some stories (if anyone knows some good fics on this, please rec them!).

I may not be as avid a player as I used to be, but that doesn’t mean I can’t talk a decent amount about video games~ I’m putting a majority of this post behind a cut because it got a bit long with musing on what game genre and platforms he might play, along with some headcanons.

I’m pretty sure Yuuri’s athlete+student lifestyle would mean the depth of his gaming hobby is going to be similar to Yuzuru’s gaming hobby - perhaps a little more since gaming is Yuuri’s only major hobby, or perhaps a little less now that Victor is spending time with him. Regarding Yuzu, he trains hard on and off the ice, balances university work, is a serious audiophile, and has other obligations (advertisements, ice shows, publicity, etc.). But when he plays games, he’s a completionist. His beloved series is Monster Hunter (check out those links for the commercials). When Yuzu has his foot in a cast, or gets out from surgery and is on bed rest, he says that he catches up on schoolwork and plays videogames.

So I imagine that Yuuri also has little time to be a hardcore gamer, but if that’s his single notable hobby, he’ll probably sink time into games that can be done on the go, or games that don’t require lots of planning and forethought (unlike, say Fire Emblem or 9 hours 9 persons 9 doors). Basically, the ideal games would be the kind that he can drop back into, see what the next quest/next dungeon is, and can get back on track. Games that feature lots of grinding, such as RPGs/MMORPGs, are good because they’re pretty straightforward, have repetitive actions/tasks, and offer a range of options and sideplots to keep them interesting for a long time.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Since it's the end of the season, I just wanted to thank you both for all the work you've done! This was my first season watching skating with the online community (I didn't even know it existed until now!) and all your guides and streaming posts were incredibly helpful. Thank you so much for being so dedicated to helping everyone better understand the sport. Wishing you the best in the offseason! 💜 (By the way, you both are incredible gif makers :) Thanks for that too!)

Thank you so much, anon, and thank you to all our followers who have supported us! It honestly means a lot to us to get messages saying that our blog has helped you enjoy and learn about skating. It’s been an absolute whirlwind of a season. We’re glad so many of you have discovered and fallen in love with skating and want to learn more about it! Some of the questions and discussions here have helped us learn more about skating too. Here’s to many more incredible seasons in the future!

The blog will be a bit quieter during the off season, but we’ll be back - and there are plans to make a twitter account for SYWTWFS as well, so look out for that as it gets closer to the new season!

anonymous asked:

For this au, have you seen Yuuri on Ice? If so, talk with me about a Malec Yuuri on Ice au.

so i haven’t seen yuri on ice, but it’s… figure skating, right? so here, have a figure skating au instead, which is loosely based on the wikipedia article on the show haha

  • magnus is a total pro (honestly when is he not)
  • skating since the age of six, magnus has two junior titles, a world championship and an olympic medal to his name
  • in other words he’s the best
  • but part of being that good is the fame and the hard work and magnus just got… tired at some point
  • he was dating world champion gymnast camille for a while but she ended up destroying him
  • he had no energy left for anything, certainly not for challenging for a figure skating title
  • enter alec lightwood, who only started skating a couple of years ago, but he’s good
  • he only started going because he always ended up accompanying jace to ice hockey practice, and eventually he decided to pull on some skates and try it out
  • alec keeps it really quiet - he hasn’t even told his parents
  • but izzy and jace know and they’re just… proud
  • it’s izzy who films alec skating and posts it online in some skating groups, safe spaces, all “so is he good or what???”
  • magnus sees it and he’s honestly never seen someone so talented or beautiful in his life, so he immediately messages izzy all “when can i meet him”
  • magnus surprises alec at one of his private after hours practices and honestly alec nearly faceplants on the ice
  • but magnus is impressed so he offers to coach him, but alec is like…. overjoyed and afraid all at once
  • skating is a hobby to him, not a career, and he can’t decide if he’s ready for it or not
  • magnus goes easy on him, doesn’t push, but something about this tall, awkward, stuttering beauty makes him excited again, makes him feel alive
  • (ragnor and cat notice. they keep pushing magnus to practice because it’s the only thing that’s made him smile in months.)
  • anyway after months of tension, hands in all sorts of places and training, alec finally attends a regional competition in the new york area
  • he wins!!!!!!!! yay!!!
  • but as they’re waiting for the scores they’re sitting at the side of the rink and magnus is right at his side and he’s so close
  • and then the last scores come in and alec can’t help himself
  • right as everyone’s looking at him for a reaction, all they see is alec making out with his coach in very dramatic fashion
  • izzy and jace cheer all the louder and not just because their brother is awesome at skating
  • alec quits the day job and takes up skating full time
  • magnus stays as alec’s coach for a couple of years until alec wins his first world championship
  • magnus then starts competing again and they become the first same-sex pair to compete at a international level
  • they break ground and make waves and are hopelessly in love and it’s perfect
  • and they all lived happily ever after

send me an au and i’ll expand on it!

Imagine viktor and yuri back at hasetsu after episode 9, cuddling and watching their favourite skating videos all night :’)

regalregann  asked:

I have so much love for bysotid! And you! Thank you for brightening my week! Heh, I'm oddly surprised reading fics without Nakagawa now. :)) Do you have any fanfic recommendations yoi, hp, or otherwise?

Thank you so much!

I’ve been out of HP fandom for so long that my recs would all be like 10 years old. Ha!  So I’ll stick to YOI.

That said, there are a ton of fics that I like.  So when I went to compile this list, I made myself promise to do ONE THING and that was not to put something that had been recced a zillion times.  Because I’m sure you already know about those.  You can’t go five seconds on tumblr without hearing about them.  So yeah, you won’t find the old reliables as I’ll call them on this list. :D

(Seriously everyone reccing the same five fics over and over has always been a pet peeve of mine.  Yeah, I know, everyone loves them, which means almost everyone has read them, so how are people supposed to find NEW things to read? *sigh*)

Sassy’s YOI Rec List of Underappreciated Fics (In her Not So Humble Opinion)

So obviously I have a bit of a thing for Soulmate AUs. (I wrote one after all)  They can be incredibly cute.  So I’ll start with a couple of those:

Drunk on Love by  kiaronna:  So this is actually a collection of Soulmate AUs.  The author tries to go with different takes on them that you haven’t really seen before.  My favourites are probably the first one (once you meet your soulmate the further you get, the more drunk you become), the second (Petnames written on skin. Yuuri has tons and Viktor only two) and the eighth one (Substitutions… Which is hard to explain in a sentence)

Eros in Progress by trixiechick:  This one is less about the soulmate angle for me and more about the worldbuilding.  I love a good fantasy, but I am crap at worldbuilding, so I am awed.  Basically think of the opening of the anime as magic.  Sorcerers create colors with their performances and bring happiness, this ability is highly sought after.  Yuuri, of course, thinks he sucks at it while Viktor is amazing…

You can have everything… by @shysweetthing:  “ AU. Before the Grand Prix Final starts in Sochi, Yuuri finds Victor’s phone. He returns it–and hijinks and heavy flirtation ensue.”  Obviously written before Kubo said that Viktor knew who Yuuri was, but I really enjoyed it. :)

Goldskate88 has logged in by  katsudonfemmefatale:  The formatting might not be stellar, there are parts that have just a tiny bit “wall of text” feeling to them, but I personally think it’s worth it. “ Phichit encourages Yuuri to join an online figure skating forum, but what he doesn’t expect is for a certain user to change his life forever. Every time he sees the username GoldSkate88, Katsu92’s stomach can’t help but do a flip, but how will this affect his upcoming Grand Prix competition?”  Explicit (for message sex/skype sex)  Lots of plot, but porn too.

Might as well keep the porn together

silver by @pageleaf: Post GPF in Barcelona.  Viktor won’t kiss silver.  Yuuri uses that.  I like this because it actually delves into their dynamic a little with Yuuri as the dom.  And it keeps building the tension as well.  Explicit.

From the smut to the funny

Who is Coach Yuuri? by glitteryimagay:  Four teen skaters have been selected to be coached at Viktor Nikiforov’s rink, but Viktor has other obligations and can’t personally coach them, so it falls to Coach Yuuri.  And they have no idea who he is and just never think to google it. XD  A little farfetched, but I love it.  It’s funny. The four OC characters are pretty decently built up too.

Life in a Beautiful Light by Budinca:  “ Yuuri’s moving in was a complicated process.”  Yuuri moves in with Viktor in Saint Petersburg.  This one is a little hard to explain.  It’s a very introspective piece.  Soft and Lovely.

Repeat After Me by queenieofaces:  “ Victor learns language through mimicry, hears phrases and repeats them back until the inflection becomes second nature. Yuuri seems to communicate best through euphemism, through metaphor, through talking around the subject rather than approaching it head on, and so Victor tries his best to mimic him, to take his words and echo them back.”  It speaks to me mostly because I live in a country where I don’t speak the language yet (seriously trying to find time to take language classes while taking care of a toddler is hard).

There’s another fic that is similar and quickly making the everyone recs list and while I love it, I won’t list it because of reasons.

I was looking for, but I can’t find it in my history… I really should get better about using bookmarks… but I think this is enough to start with.  I’ll dig up more if people actually like this.  (And I still won’t rec those fics. :P)

Mama stream

Next one up in the Soviet Movie Club™ is the musical called Mama made in 1976, one and a half hour long, starring Boyarsky again as Wolf, and many other famous pals and gals that you won’t recognise. This was already called a furry musical and oh well, it is indeed people dressed as animals, what can I do. 

The premise of this one is simple, the story about a Goat and a Wolf reimagined, so to say. What was not simple is the production behind it, and this movie is the craziest thing of them all.

It was a triple production - Russian, Romanian and French. All the actors had to memorise scripts in three languages, and shoot ALL THE SCENES separately for the Russian, Romanian and English/French versions respectively. Obviously the actors were dubbed in other versions, but well, they still talked in whatever the required language during the shooting. So there is indeed a Romanian and an English version of the movie and you might rejoice, but wait a sec. All three versions are different - scenes are in a different order, some have more, some have less lines, even the songs are kinda different sometimes. We are going to watch the Russian version, which doesn’t have English subs because take a guess, there’s an actual English version available already. Why am I stubborn bitch to stick to the Russian one? Because I’m biased since I grew up with the Russian one, the English version on youtube is in shitty quality, it sounds weird to me, and the lead actors (Boyarsky and co.) are Russian, so the Russian version is the only version where they talk and sing with their own voices. Trust me, other versions are pretty weird on this one, although I won’t say they’re bad. 

So how are we going to watch it then? Fear not, for the online translation exists - I will be translating the movie right in the chat on rabbit as it goes. Since it’s 95% songs it’s pretty easy, I have the text ready and all. So tldr: I’m more willing to do an online translation than watch a different version of the movie because I’m so weirded out by those.

So if you’re up for some rock’n’roll, ballet, ice skating, dope decorations and online translation - I’ll be waiting for you at 9pm GMT+1 this Saturday, 13th of May, on rabbit. Feel the power of the triple production yo. 


Life of a figure skating fan

a Yamamoto x Kubo short film

Featuring such scenes as:

-lagging and disconnecting livestreams

-time zone differences interfering with your sleep schedule

-lamenting that your local TV station won’t show the event live (or at all)

-when all else fails, you can count on the Russian and Chinese streaming sites

-finding out you’ve missed a bunch of skaters, but you’ve luckily made it for your favorite’s turn

-your favorite skater is about to start, when a parent/roommate interrupts

“I applaud the director and writer for faithfully capturing the struggles of passionate fans. These scenes may not be as glamorous or dynamic as the figure skating itself, but they tell the story of the unsung heroes who support the skaters from afar.” ~Anon E. Mous

(…but seriously, I really do appreciate these little snippets in Yuri!!! on ICE. They’re spot on.)

Requested from @shipping-it-like-fedex

Yurio groaned and pressed his head against the cold ceramic seat of the toilet. It was disgusting, he knew this, but he felt sick, and his head was beginning to hurt. He closed his eyes for a minute, drowning out the noise from the television outside the door, and focused on his breathing. His stomach churned violently and he thrust his head into the basin only bringing up vulgar tasting saliva. He wanted to go home. He wanted to be with his grandfather. But instead he was stuck in the Katsuki bathroom, in Japan, training for a useless competition, trying to win Viktor over like a trophy. He sighed loudly, pulling away from the toilet and leaned against the wall behind him. It was Viktor’s fault he was sick, Nyet, it was that piglet’s fault. If that damned Katsudon hadn’t posted his skating video online then Viktor never would have left Russia. And Yurio wouldn’t have to win that Geezer over like some prize.
Yurio pushed himself off the floor and walked over to the sink, splashing water on his face, hoping to wash away the sickness. He turned the faucet off and stared at himself in the mirror. His face was paler than usual, and he had bags under his eyes which made him look younger. There was a soft knock at the door and Yurio cringed as Katsudon’s voice echoed through the wood, “Yurio? You okay?”
The teenager gripped the sink. He really didn’t want to be here. Between the stress over his grandpa being sick, winning the competition, and the daily lectures he receives from Yakov, not to mention Viktor’s harsh practices, Yurio wasn’t surprised he felt sick. His stomach flipped again and he swallowed, turning the sink on once more to drown out the coughing. Viktor’s practices weren’t terrible, but they weren’t easy. It definitely wasn’t what Yurio had imagined when he agreed to compete against Yuuri.
Yurio shuddered, swallowing stiffly as Katsudon knocked again, “Yurio?”
“Ah! What the fuck do you want!” Yurio yelled, turning the sink off, and throwing open the door. He clenched his fists and grit his teeth, feeling anger and frustration coursing through his body.
Yuuri stood there, fiddling with his hands, panic lacing his voice “I-I’m-”
Yurio sneezed, wiping his nose with the bottom of his shirt before glaring back up at Yuuri. “I’m sorry,” Yuuri mumbled, taking in Yurio’s shaking frame, and pale features. The kid looked sick, which wasn’t surprising considering he started to seem off yesterday evening when they were stuck under the waterfall. But it wasn’t until this morning when Viktor had stated there was something wrong with the boy, that Yuuri had begun to piece it together.
“Yurio, if you’re not feeling well, I can-” Yuuri started, scoping the bathroom behind the teenager, looking for any inclination that the kid was sick.
“I don’t need to be looked after, alright!” Yurio yelled, slamming his fist against the wall, “I’m not a child!” And yet you’re acting like one, Yurio thought. Yuuri sighed before adjusting his glasses, “Okay, I was just trying to help.”
Yurio pushed past Yuuri, slamming him into the wall behind him, “I don’t need any help. Especially from you.”
Yuuri turned the light off in the hall as Yurio plopped down on one of the couch cushions in the living room. The teenager pulled out his phone and began scrolling through it, spreading out until he was laying on his back. He muttered something in Russian before asking, “Where’s Viktor anyway?”
Yuuri sat down on one of the chairs next to the couch, and started flipping through channels. He glanced down at his watch, “I think he went down to Kachu, or somewhere like that. Why? Did you need something?”
Yurio snorted loudly, “What? No, I was just wondering where that Geezer ran off to in case he broke a hip or something.”
Yuuri glanced over at the teenager, smirking slightly. Yurio was sprawled out on the couch, flat on his back, with his phone above his face. He scrolled through Instagram nonchalantly, not really paying attention to the pictures he liked, before switching to Tumblr. He sneezed loudly, covering his mouth with his hand before wiping his nose with his sleeve. He sighed as he heard Yuuri say something incoherent from the other chair. He felt his phone slipping, and tried his best to juggle it in one hand while the other covered his mouth again. He let out another sneeze, jerking slightly as his phone slipped from his hand and smacked against his face. He groaned loudly, putting his phone on the armrest behind him and instead turned on his side to face the television in front of him.
Yuuri flipped through some more channels before turning on some Japanese sitcom about cats, figuring the teenager would like something he could relate to. He heard shuffling and looked over at the couch again to find Yurio staring intently at the television. He grinned, resting his feet against the table and flipping through his phone. He shook his head, seeing Viktor’s status update from the Yamoka Bar.
“What are they saying?”
Yuuri looked up, pushing his glasses further up his nose, “What?”
Yurio groaned, adjusting his position again until he was on his stomach, one arm hanging off the couch, “God your hearing is worse than that Geezer’s. I said, what are they saying?”
Yuuri turned towards the television, pulling his legs on the chair. The characters on the screen were a couple around their mid-twenties. They were having dinner, discussing their evening plans, but the cat kept jumping on the table, meowing loudly. The camera zoomed in on the cat as he continued to meow, knocking things off the table and demanding why his place wasn’t set.
Yuuri cleared his throat, “They’re discussing what to do after dinner but the cat keeps jumping up, wanting to know why he isn’t invited.”
Yurio snorted, glancing at Yuuri, “The cat can talk in this show?”
Yuuri nodded, “Yes, it’s a rather popular show in Japan. It has a lot more depth than the couple. Normally the show focuses around a young woman named Makko, who inherits 12 talking cats from her great uncle after he dies. It’s pretty ironic because she isn’t a cat person, so whenever she tries to do something, one of the cats show up somehow and ruin it.”
Yurio laughed softly before breaking out in a coughing fit. Yuuri leaned forward, “Yurio, you sure-”
Yurio shot him a glare, “If you ask me again, I swear I will punch you into the next room.”
Yuuri didn’t say anything. He leaned back against the chair again, turning back towards the television, biting his lip. His family were out of town for a day or two to advertise the last remaining Hot Spring in Hasetsu, and the upcoming competition. This wouldn’t really bother Yuuri considering they had done it before, but if Yurio was sick or at least coming down with something, Yuuri had hoped his mom would be back before he took a turn.


Yurio jolted awake suddenly aware of three things. First, he was still lying on Katsudon’s uncomfortable couch, except now, there was a blanket draped over him. Second, the room was darker than it had been before and the television was off, which probably meant Yuuri had left the room. And third, he felt utterly miserable. He groaned loudly, curling in on himself as his stomach twisted. He swallowed thickly, feeling the contents in his stomach sloshing around violently. His head was throbbing and he realized he was shivering despite feeling hot and sticky. There was no way in hell he was going to throw up. There was no way he was going to be sick in Hasetsu.
He jerked up as his stomach heaved, clasping a hand to his mouth as the world began to spin. He tried standing as his stomach heaved again, but his feet were tangled haphazardly in the blanket and he fell to the ground with a loud thunk. He curled in on himself once more, pressing his burning forehead against the wooden floor, his hand clamped over his mouth while his other arm clutched around his stomach protectively. He shivered slightly as the cold air touched his overheated skin, and shut his eyes as the world began to spin violently underneath him.
“Yurio?” Yuuri asked softly, placing a glass of water on a small table, and kneeling besides the trembling teenager.
Yurio didn’t answer and he didn’t look up. He was too afraid to. He was too afraid to move because he was sure if he did, if he moved even his head, he’d puke.  He felt a gentle hand on his back as his body lurched forward. He felt the acidic bile rising in his throat as his stomach groaned in desperation, and he swallowed loudly. No. No. NO! You’re not sick. This isn’t happening.
Yuuri rubbed the teenager’s back gently, concerned confusion etching across his face as he pulled his hand back. Yurio was covered in sweat. The teenager whimpered loudly, gripping his stomach tighter as his body lurched again. “Okay, Okay, let’s get you to the bathroom,” Yuuri whispered softly, grabbing the boy’s arm, pulling him to his feet slowly.
Yurio wanted to shake his head. He wanted to curse Yuuri out; he wanted to tell him he didn’t want to stand; he didn’t want to move. He felt the world shift as everything became upright, and clenched his eyes tighter, breathing shallowly through his nose. Please don’t puke. Not here, not with the piglet next to you! His stomach pitched again, and Yurio lurched forward as vomit filled his mouth. He swallowed continuously, pleading with his body not to throw up. He leaned against Yuuri, surprised with how cool he felt against his overheated skin.
Yuuri put his arm around Yurio’s waist, resting it gently on the teenager’s stomach, and started walking towards the bathroom. He bit his lip, looking back down at the Russian Punk. Yurio’s face was plastered in sweat; he still had one hand over his mouth, the other wrapped around his stomach gently. Even with his eyes closed, Yuuri could see the distress and pain etched across the kid’s face. This wasn’t good.
Yuuri flipped on the hallway light as Yurio whimpered again, doubling over. “It’s alright Yura, were almost there, just a little further,” Yuuri said softly, hoping the kid could hold out that long because he really didn’t want to clean up a mess.
Yurio tried walking straight, he really did, but the nausea coursing through his body was making it hard to concentrate. His head spun again as his stomach cramped violently. He groaned, wishing his grandpa was here, or at least Viktor, someone familiar, someone Russian. His knees buckled and he slammed harshly against Yuuri. Yuuri gasped loudly, adjusting and tightening his grip around the teenager, trying to keep the boy from crumpling to the ground. Yurio’s stomach lurched again as Yuuri’s hand tightened around his midsection. He whimpered as the added pressure brought up a huge amount of vomit, drowning his mouth, and causing his whole body to pitch forward violently.
Yurio retched loudly, the acidic bile tearing at his throat, splattering harshly against the wooden hallway. He clenched his eyes tighter until they hurt, feeling his body begin to shake. He coughed again, trying to slow his breathing, as the remaining warm liquid dripped from his chin slowly. He heard Yuuri talking beside him but tuned him out as his stomach heaved again. He swallowed, shuddering as warmth washed over his already sweating body.
Yuuri adjusted his grip slightly, moving his hand towards the teenager’s chest gently, feeling the slimy liquid dripping down his hand and squishing between his toes. He shuddered slightly, disgust and concern coursing through his body. Yuuri tightened his grip as the teenager pitched forward again bringing up another wave of predigested food and stomach acid. He cringed at the thought of cleaning it up and swallowed, trying his best to keep his stomach intact. God knows, he wasn’t a stranger to vomit, having dealt with his fair share during his anxiety attacks, but it still wasn’t pleasant to clean up at midnight. Yurio let out a groan and Yuuri jerked his head down towards the boy.  
Tears fell silently down Yurio’s cheeks and he opened his eyes slowly, blinking a few times to clear his vision. He swallowed again, crossing both arms over his stomach now, as Yuuri lowered him to the floor gently. He pressed his back against the wall, sliding down until his face touched the icy floor. Yurio cringed as the smell touched his nose, and held his breath for a few moments as another wave of nausea passed over him. He sneezed softly, and gently wiped at the tears that fell from his tired eyes. He didn’t want to be here. He would rather be anywhere else in the world than here. And despite throwing up what seemed like half his body weight, and laying on the ground, his head was still spinning, and he still felt nauseous. He felt something cool on his forehead and blinked groggily to see Yuuri kneeling in front of him.
“God Yurio, you’re really sick, huh?” Yuuri said softly, moving his hand from the kid’s forehead to his cheek. He bit his lip again as concern and worry washed over him. He’d never seen Yurio sick before; usually the kid hid any illnesses or injuries until he either ended up passing out on the ice, or lectured from Yakov. And the fact that Yurio hadn’t yelled at Yuuri once, and seemed almost compliant with him being there, caused Yuuri’s anxiety to spike. He ran his fingers through the boy’s hair gently, unsure of what to do. Yuuri had never really taken care of someone before. I mean yeah, he’d cared for his sister once when she was ill, but that was different. He looked around the small hallway, wishing his mom was here, or at least Viktor; hell, he’d even take Yakov, because honestly, he had no idea what to do to make the boy feel better.  
Yurio wiped his nose with the back of his hand, and scrubbed angrily at the tears still falling down his cheeks. He felt miserable and all he wanted to do was get out of his sticky wet clothes. He coughed softly before biting the inside of his cheek as tears welled in his eyes again. You’re not going to cry. You’re not going to cry. Yurio’s eyes darted to the vomit puddled behind Yuuri then back towards the Japanese skater kneeling in front of him. Yurio cringed, noticing Yuuri’s shirt and legs were splattered with vomit. He gulped loudly before closing his eyes. Yuuri inhaled quickly, “Hey, don’t cry. It’s okay, no big deal. I’m going to go get some towels to clean this up, okay? And get you a change of clothes, okay?”
The kid didn’t reply but Yuuri hadn’t really expected him too. Instead Yurio curled in on himself, pressing his forehead to his knees, hoping the nausea would subside. He heard Yuuri get up followed by loud shuffling from another room as something was being opened. He crossed his arms around his stomach tighter, and welcomingly embraced the darkness that enveloped him.

If someone had asked Yuuri a couple days ago how he thought he’d be spending his Friday night; taking care of the Russian Punk wouldn’t have been his answer. But now, Yuuri sat next to the bed, his feet propped up against the mattress, a book pressed firmly in his hands, disregarded. He glanced nervously between the pages, reading the lines but not absorbing its contents. He sighed and put the book on the desk and grabbed his phone, flipping through the contacts and letting his thumb hover over Viktor’s name. It was nearing 2am now, and according to his status Viktor was still checked in at Yamoka Bar.
Yurio whimpered slightly, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. Yuuri shifted, putting his phone down and leaning closer to the teenager. He pressed his hand gently against his forehead, sighing, feeling the warmth connecting with his fingers. It’d taken him an hour to clean up the hallway before he managed to carry the teenager to bed. Yurio was quite lite for his age but he was all limbs, which made carrying him a difficult task. Not to mention, Yuuri didn’t want to wake him, so trying to change his shirt was painfully slow. He sighed again, getting up and walking out of the room to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth, wetting it in the sink before grabbing some Tylenol from the medicine cabinet. He returned, sitting on the edge of the bed, pressing the clothe to the boy’s forehead as he began to stir.
Yurio opened his eyes slowly to a spinning world. His stomach cramped and he whimpered again as he realized something wet was touching his face. He coughed roughly, peering up to see the Japanese skater sitting on the edge of the bed, “I-I don’t feel well, Katsudon,” he whined. Yuuri folded the clothe in half before pressing once again to the teenager’s forehead, “I know, just try to go back to sleep.”
The teenager moaned slightly, shifting to his stomach. The rag against his forehead felt nice, and he wished once more that his grandpa was here. He heard Yuuri sigh, and watched him get up from the bed before reaching a hand out, grabbing his wrist, “P-please, don’t leave. I, uh, I don’t want to be alone…”
Yuuri stared down at the teenager before smiling warmly. He climbed over Yurio, sitting next to him with his legs crossed in front of him. Yurio scooted closer, pressing his forehead against Yuuri’s thigh, causing the Japanese skater’s face to cloud with worry. He put his hand on the teenager’s back, rubbing gentle circles between his shoulder blades. Yurio sighed softly as his body began to drift back to sleep.
Yuuri bit his lip. He wasn’t used to the Russian Punk being so gentle and it worried him greatly. He continued to rub the boy’s back, hearing his breathing begin to even out, realizing he was asleep. He reached over, grabbing his phone off the nightstand, and turning the light off.


Yuuri wasn’t sure what woke him first. He laid there listening to the soft breeze outside the window and focused on his surroundings. It took him a few seconds to register two things. First, his hand that was resting against Yurio’s back was burning. Second, someone was crying.
Yuuri jolted up, flipping the lamp on beside him. Light flooded the tiny room and Yuuri let out a gasp as he glanced down at Yurio. The teenager was pressed against his side, sweat coating his face, drenching his hair, and soaking his clothes. His pace was paler than before except pink hues outlined his cheek’s and he was shivering. He reached for Yuuri, tears flooding down his face. Yuuri pressed his hand against the teenager’s forehead, pulling it back as soon as it touched his skin. He felt panic rising in his chest and tried taking a breath to calm down. The kid was burning.  
Yurio let out a loud sob as he reached for Yuuri again. His skin was on fire and his stomach was killing him. The sheets tangled against his body burned against his sweaty skin. He coughed loudly sucking in a ragged breath harshly, “Y-Yuuri-” He cut off as another sob escaped his body.
Yuuri jumped off the bed, running into the other room, scrounging for a thermometer, hoping his mom had one in the guest bathroom. He heard the teenager crying from the other room, calling out in Russian, screaming for him, for Viktor, and for his grandfather. He bit his lip, running back, tripping over the rug on the floor.
“Yurio, shh, Yurio. It’s okay. Calm down, calm-,” He said, jumping back on the bed. Yurio reached for him again, and Yuuri pulled him closer, the teenager pressed his face against Yuuri’s chest, tears soaking through his shirt. He jammed the thermometer in the kid’s mouth roughly as Yurio cried louder.
“Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay. You’re going to be okay,” Yuuri whispered, reaching for his phone on the nightstand and flipping through it quickly. He found his mom’s number and hit call, waiting impatiently as it continued to ring. He bit his lip again, feeling panic spreading through his body.
Yurio clutched at Yuuri’s shirt, pulling it down, mumbling something in Russian through half-shut eyes, and messy tears. His skin hurt, he didn’t feel well, and he wanted Yuuri to make it better. Yuuri cursed loudly as his flipped through his contacts again, dialing Yakov’s number, then Yurio’s grandfather. No one was picking up. Yurio sobbed again as Yuuri threw his phone down on the bed, pulling the thermometer from the boy’s mouth. He cursed again. Yurio’s temperature was at 104.6. That was high, really high. Did he need a Doctor? Did he need a hospital? He sucked in another breath, cradling the boy to his chest.
Yurio grasped again, whimpering in Russian as Yuuri tried his best to calm him down. He pulled the boy closer to him, running his hand through his sweat soaked hair, “Yurio, Yuri. I’m so sorry I-I don’t understand. I-” Yurio cried again, repeating the same phrase in Russian, tears streaming down his face. He buried his face in Yuuri’s chest, gripping his shirt tightly, feeling his stomach heave but having nothing left to administer.
“Yuri I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Honey, I don’t understand,” Yuuri said, panic etched in his voice. He straightened his glasses and took a shallow breath, feeling his own body beginning to tremble. “Y- Yu-uri,” Yurio cried, “Ta-tasu-kete.”  
Yuuri felt his blood run cold as all the air in his lungs left his body. Yurio was pleading with him in broken Japanese now. This was really bad. Yuuri felt like he was choking as Yurio muttered the phrase again. He sucked in a shaky breath, “Okay, it’s okay. I’m going fix it. It’s okay. I’m going to fix.”
He ran his fingers through the boy’s hair shakily before grabbing his phone next to him, flipping through his contacts once more, dialing Viktor’s number. He bit his lip, praying to God that the older Russian would pick up. Yurio groaned, muttering in Russian again, pressing his forehead against Yuuri’s neck.
After the 4th ring, Viktor’s intoxicated voice drifted through the speaker, “Pork Cutlet! I was just talking about you!” There was a loud noise in the background causing Viktor to laugh and someone started shouting. Yurio let out another moan, “Tasukete… Yuuri… Viktor…. Myne plokho.”
Yuuri tensed up again, “Vik- Viktor-”
“Yuuri, I’m sorry, I can’t hear you,” Viktor shouted through the phone. Yuuri sucked in another breath, finding it difficult to breath now. He could hear the noise in the background begin to fade, realizing Viktor must have stepped outside to get away from the drunken crowd. He swallowed again, glancing down at Yurio, who still clung to him desperately. He clutched again at Yuuri’s shirt, choking out another sob and incoherent Russian. The heat enveloping his body was uncomfortable and making it hard to breathe properly. Yurio looked up at Yuuri, pain and fear clouding his face as more tears flooded his eyes, streaming down his cheeks.
Yuuri heard Viktor trip over something, laughing softly on the other end and mutter something in Russian, “Okay Yuuri. I can hear you now. I love the Saké, and people, Hasetsu is such a beautiful place, and you-”
Yuuri tried to breathe. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a half choked, “Vitya-” He felt the world growing smaller as the air suddenly thinned in the room and he found he couldn’t breathe. His face was heating up and his body was starting to shake as he tried to suck in a breath. His heart pounded wildly as panic flowed through his veins, hearing Yurio pleading again. Yuuri coughed breathlessly, trying to inhale the air surrounding him, fully aware he was on the verge of having an anxiety attack.
Viktor’s panicked voice echoed loudly through the phone, “Yuuri! Yuuri! Tell me what’s wrong!” Viktor words were suddenly sober as he sensed the situation, and Yuuri grasped onto every syllable, trying his best to even out his breathing. He couldn’t breathe. God, he couldn’t breathe. Yurio whimpered loudly, breaking out into another coughing fit. Snot was running down his face, mixing with the sweat and tears that covered his face, and he grasped again at Yuuri’s collar, digging his fingers into his neck.
“Yuuri,” Viktor said softly, “I need you to breathe. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. Can you do that for me?” Yuuri nodded, closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, concentrating on Viktor’s voice over the phone. “In and out. Deep breath. Deep breath. Nice and easy.” Yuuri could hear Viktor moving on the other side of the phone and realized he’d left the bar now and was walking somewhere else. Yuuri concentrated on Viktor’s words, he concentrated on listening to him moving on the other side of the phone, picturing him walking past the river, stopping at the bridge. He let out a deep sigh, hearing Viktor do the same.
“Now, tell me what’s wrong,” Viktor said gently.
Yuuri took another breath, “I’m sorry to bug you, it’s just, it’s Yurio. I’m sorry Viktor, I didn’t know who else to call. I couldn’t get ahold of my mom, or Yurio’s grandfather, I, I just- I don’t know what to do,” Yuuri let out another shaking breath, feeling the teenager shiver against him. He gulped loudly, “He’s really sick Vitya, he’s- his fever’s really high and I don’t know what he wants, he keeps saying something in Russian and, and, I, I don’t speak Russian that well, and I- I,” Yuuri broke off, feeling tears welling in his eyes, and dripping down his face. He hated feeling helpless. He didn’t know what to do to help the teenager cradled in his arms, and he didn’t know Russian well enough to be able to comfort him.
“Yuuri, listen to me carefully,” Viktor said softly, his voice low and serious, “Take a deep breath again. In and out, alright?” Viktor paused, “does Yurio recognize you? Does he know who you are?”
“Yes- yes, he keeps saying my name- I don’t know-”
“Okay, that’s good. When Yurio’s ill sometimes he spikes high fevers, they don’t usually last long but at least he recognizes you this time, that’s good,” Viktor said, trailing off.
Yurio groaned again, his grip softening on Yuuri’s shirt causing the Japanese skater to glance down worriedly. Yurio was staring at him, blinking slowly, trying his best to stay awake, silent tears still sliding down his face. Yuuri watched him, afraid to move, afraid he would set the kid off again.
“Yuuri? Yuuri, are you still there?” Viktor asked softly.
Yuuri nodded before realizing Viktor couldn’t see him, “Y-yeah. I am. I’m here.”
“Alright good, listen, I’m going to see if there is a drugstore still open at this time of night. Keep an eye of Yurio’s fever, put a wet clothe on his forehead and try to get him to drink something. I’ll be back at the Hot Spring soon, alright?” Viktor asked quietly.  
“O-Okay,” Yuuri gulped.
“Will you be okay? Or would you prefer I stay on the phone?”
Yuuri looked around the tiny room as Yurio groaned again, his body falling limp in Yuuri’s arms, “I’ll be fine Viktor…. Thank you for picking up, and-”
Viktor laughed, “No worries Yuuri, this isn’t the first time I’ve had to take care of the kid, you now.”
Yuuri smirked, feeling the tension leaving his body. Viktor knew what to do. Thank God, Viktor knew what to do. And he trusted Viktor. Yuuri sighed loudly, hanging up and easing Yurio down until the kid’s face was pressed softly against the pillow.


Viktor opened the door softly, breathing a sigh of relief as he entered the quiet room. He took his jacket off, setting the plastic bag on the ground and walked quietly over to the bed. He stood there, taking in the room, and laughed slightly. The nightstand table held a half empty bottle of Gatorade, and several disregarded washcloths.
Viktor ran his fingers through Yurio’s sweat dried hair, smirking. Yurio groaned slightly as Viktor sat on the edge of the bed, pressing his fingers against the teenager’s cheek tenderly, before running his fingers once more through his hair. The boy’s fever must have broken because he was covered in sweat now, and he felt lukewarm against Viktor’s touch.  
Viktor sighed, looking over at Yuuri, who was asleep next to Yurio. Yuuri was laying on his side, one arm under Yurio’s head so the boy’s head was pressed against his shoulder, the other lying gently across the boy’s chest. His face was peaceful despite the dried tearstains still present on his cheeks from earlier. Viktor smiled fondly, reaching over to run his fingers through Yuuri’s hair. He chuckled again, noticing Yuuri’s glasses that were still against to his face, bending at a dangerous angle.
The teenager shifted slightly causing Yuuri to stir before opening his eyes slowly. He glanced at the boy making sure he was still asleep before glancing up to see Viktor sitting on the side of the bed. He felt his face heat up, realizing Viktor was watching him, and gently propped himself up, unclasping Yurio’s grasp from his shirt, “Uh, h-hi Vitya,” he whispered.
Viktor smiled sadly, running his fingers through Yurio’s hair again, “His fever broke Yuuri.”
Yuuri looked surprised, pressing his hand against the teenager’s cheek. He looked back up at Viktor, relief masking his features, “I was so worried. I didn’t know what I was doing.”
Viktor smiled again, reaching across Yurio, and running his thumb against Yuuri’s cheek lovingly, “You did a good job Yuuri. Better than I would have… trust me.”

Author’s Note:

@shipping-it-like-fedex Hey brobro, I tried. haha. Still have no idea how to open an Ask box! Someone do it for me! I’ll figure it out someday!

Also- Okay sorry guys, I had to end it (I also need to re-watch Yuri On Ice). It was already going on 8 pages and I have SO much to write. Keep the requests coming and I will try to fill them, or suggest someone who might. I still want to update As Cold As Ice. Also, I unfortunately, don’t speak Japanese or Russian (just German/ English), so if my translations are wrong please message me because I would love to know the correct translation.
Tasukete- Please.
Mnye Plokho- I feel sick.
Thanks Guys!

anonymous asked:

So... I watched yoi, then ended upon youtube binging on figure skating videos. Do you have advice on how to start following this amazing sport? Like, when are the first competitions coming up? Is there anything really important I should know (like, in a figure skating sub culture)?

Your timing couldn’t be more perfect! I have been thinking about doing an intro for new figure skating fans for a while… I know a ton of posts like this exist already, but one more doesn’t hurt, right?

Let’s do this! *rolls up sleeves*

(By the way, if any other skating fans spot any mistakes, please let me know so I can correct them.)

“Watching IRL Faceplants!!! on ICE” 101 for Yuri on Ice fans! (And any other newbies)

Originally posted by yoichiidesu

First of all, I advise you to follow the wonderful, sent-by-the-gods blog @soyouwanttowatchfs . As the name suggests, they share information on watching and following competitive figure skating, introductions to skating rules, schedules, streaming info, etc. I’m going to reference them a lot here!

The team is also super helpful and answer questions, though make sure that what you’re asking about isn’t already explained in their guides or FAQ. Right now, it’s smack in the middle of the competitive season and they tend to get a metric ton of asks.

There is also an affiliated blog, @soyouwanttolearnfs , for those looking to start skating yourselves — competitively or just for fun and exercise!

I’m not going to cover basic skating rules because YOI already does that, but if you’re curious about more details, there are always the handy intro guides linked above. I’m going to quickly talk about the other skating disciplines, the competitive season, how to watch competitions and how to dip your feet into the fandom. Also look out for the skaters in the funny gifs: they’re worth following closely!

Game Mode: Single-Player or Co-op?

There are four main competitive disciplines in figure skating:

  • Men’s singles: covered extensively in the anime.
  • Ladies’ singles: yes, ladies’, not women’s. Antiquated gender norms, I guess.
  • Pairs: two skaters (per ISU rules, specifically a man and a woman. Antiquated couple norms, I guess) performing together. Includes jumps in unison, lifts, throws, death spirals, and other elements that give me mini cardiac arrests.
  • Ice Dance: like pairs, but obligatorily dancing to the beat of the music and not the melody/words. Also does not include jumps, throws and death spirals (for which my heart is thankful).

There is also the always-forgotten synchronized skating. Think synchronized swimming, but the water is frozen and people wear knife-shoes. It’s not an Olympic discipline, but there are major ISU competitions for it.

*Awkward segue* …the much talked-about ISU is the International Skating Union, by the way. They make much of the rules. Expect to see a lot of people cursing them!

Originally posted by hanyuedits

(Right to left: Shoma Uno and Yuzuru Hanyu admiring the plastic Marseille GPF medals. If you look closely, you can catch a glimpse of the superhuman cryptid Nathan Chen.)

The McFreaking Competitive Season

Figure skating seasons take place around the northern hemisphere winter months (for obvious reasons), roughly from August to April. In terms of major competitions, the typical season looks like this (courtesy of this post​):

  • Oct/Nov: the YOI-famous Grand Prix series (GP series), consisting of Skate America, Skate Canada, Rostelecom Cup, Trophée de France, Cup of China, and the NHK Trophy. They are invitational.
  • Early Dec: the Grand Prix Final (GPF), which caps off the GP series (and the first half of the season) by pitting the top 6 skaters/pairs of each discipline against each other.
  • Late Dec/Jan: the national championships (Nats) of each country, which is one of the top factors that determines which skaters will represent the country in international competitions. The ones that get the most attention are Japan, Russia, US and Canada.
  • Late Jan: the European Championships (Euros), consisting unsurprisingly of European skaters (including Russians).
  • Feb: the Four Continents Championships (4CC), consisting of skaters from, well, the remaining four continents.
  • March/early April: the World Championship (Worlds). Pretty self-explanatory. Also marks the end of the season.

Now, despite YOI making such a big deal of the GPF, it’s only the third most prestigious competition. The second is Worlds, and once every four years, the Winter Olympic Games take place and a general bloodbath ensues.

If you’re lucky enough to live in a country that actually gets some low temperatures (unlike me *ugly sobbing*), search around to see if there are local skaters and competitions you can follow. If you’re lucky, they might appear on local/national TV, and if you’re extra extra lucky, you could nab tickets to watch them in person!

So, when I say you arrived just in time, I mean that nationals have just ended, the European Championships are about to begin (25-29 Jan) (click for schedule + streaming info) and 4CC is on the horizon! We’ll be having a lot of fun over the next few weeks!

[Information on how to actually watch this nightmare and engage with the skating fam fandom below the cut]

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Happy 20th Yuzuru Hanyu  (x)

7th December 2014 

anonymous asked:

i have really weak knees but i'm absolutely in love with ice skating. would it be a bad idea to skate with knee braces?

Did you mean to send this to @soyouwanttolearnfs? In any case, you should probably talk to your doctor about it before attempting to skate. Random people online can’t give you better advice than a doctor when it comes to your health.

So I finally bought a pair of skates after many hours of looking over them all online! They’re slightly used, and the same brand and size as the rentals I wear from the rink I usually go to, so I’m optimistic that they’ll fit and won’t take long to break in. I figured that since I plan to start lessons next week after finals, I should get skates, and I have finals this week and next and figured I’d spend a lot less time looking at skates online if I’d already bought a pair of skates😂
In total I paid about $50 for skates, guards, and soakers, including the (what I think is) crazy expensive shipping for the skates (like $13).
I’m super excited to start, but kind of nervous about trying to explain how I can do more stuff in Adult 4 (if that’s even the curriculum we’ll be using…I’m only 19 and I know you can’t do at least adult nationals until you’re 21…not that I’ll be at that level until I’m that age anyway…) than I can in Adult 3😂