Your post about Riley McCusker and Fan Yilin got me curious about the dismount. In the section where the double front with half twist is, it says "also salto fwd with 1/2 turn into salto bwd tucked." Is that the dismount they're trying to do? And could you explain the difference? My knowledge of the CoP is limited. Thank you in advance.
Ok so this situation is more complicated than I originally thought haha. Yes, that’s the dismount they’re trying to do. It looks like this in the COP:
Supposedly Fan Yilin started to twist slightly while she was still on the bar so it was at risk of devaluation to a normal double tuck. But honestly Riley twists so soon - and doesn’t start the flip until she’s done twisting - that they do essentially the same skill, whether or not Fan Yilin lets go with one hand a millisecond before the other. I think they should both get E credit for the skill - if you do a forward giant into a double back tuck like they both do, you should get credit for the skill.
I prefer Huang Huidan’s, which is truly a front half into a back salto rather than a half into a double back salto. There’s no ambiguity in terms of whether she twisted too soon and she doesn’t have the really ugly body position upon releasing that Riley does.
Honestly a lot of the issue is that in the old COP it would have been a .5 deduction for Fan to get the skill devalued, so it wasn’t worth the risk. And if you’re Chinese, you’re never going to get the benefit of the doubt so it’s not worth doing a skill that might get devalued.
“My head hurts.” I groaned to no one in particular burying my face into the pillow. I wasn’t talking to anyone because well, I didn’t think anyone was there. I thought I was alone in my dorm room sleeping off one hell of a hangover. Or at least that’s what I thought until I heard someone laughing near me.
“Your head should hurt love, you’re hung over.” A guy said next to me. He’s probably just some delusion brought by alcohol and loneliness, I rationalized.
“Thank you for the enlightening observation.” I sneered sarcastically struggling to turn my languid body over while keeping my eyes closed since hangovers and light don’t seem to go together very well.
“Anytime, I am here for your entertainment.” He said. I sneered again. “So have you sobered up? Or is it just your sarcasm that returned?” He asked.
“I am always sarcastic.” I replied.
“I haven’t know you that long so I can’t say that.” He said.
“Oh really?” I said slowly beginning to open my eyes.
“I know it’s surprising.” He replied. Once I got my eyes completely open I realized that the guy I had been talking to was not a figment of my imagination. It was Ashton Irwin. My heart started pounding, much like my head. I also conveniently realized I was just in a t-shirt and my underwear and the t-shirt wasn’t even mine.
“You’re…” I said trailing off as memories tumbled back into my head banging loudly.
“We did go through this already you know? I am Ashton, you slept with me last night, in both senses and you’re still here because you’re hung over and I’m not letting you leave.” He said lifting up his big hand to feel my forehead. My brain struggled to understand.
“I threw up too, didn’t I?” I said noticing the rancid taste in my mouth. He nodded.
“Kind of, but you did throw up in the sink so points for that.” Ashton replied. I looked him over. We were in a bed. He was laying on top of the covers with a remote in his hands. I noticed the quiet voices of the TV. He was in sweats and a t-shirt with messy hair. I was laying in the bed next to him but not on him or anything. When I tried to move my arm, I felt how sore I was all over my body and I winced.
“Yeah…” He started seeing my reaction. “We had a lot of fun last night.”
“Right… Do you have a tooth brush I can use and some meds for my hang over?” I asked slowly sitting up and pressing my hand into my head. He nodded.
“Yeah, we do. I’ll show you to the bathroom.” He replied and I nodded slowly moving to get out of the bed.
“Thanks.” I said and he smiled at me over my shoulder.
“It’s nothing, but to repay me for this, you should let me take you out on a date.”
“Why? Isn’t this supposed to be a one night thing?” I asked gingerly taking the tooth brush from him over the sink.
“Doesn’t have to be, but you can call me old fashioned.” He said laughing.
“Hold on, it almost sounds like you don’t want to…” He said trailing off but he still had a glint in his eye.
“It’s not that, I want to, it’s just complicated.” I said through the stuff in my mouth.
“I like being with you, and you can even handle the guys with a hangover. Color me impressed.” He said and I laughed.
“True. But I have nothing that would be appealing.” I replied after spitting, which proved my point aptly.
“You see, I can remember last night so I know that’s not true.” He said with a smirk.
“Maybe you’ll just have to show me again.” I said raising an eyebrow in a challenge.
“Then let’s go back to the bedroom. But this time I’ll be less mad and more gentle.”
“Since you made me sore last night?”
So apparently I am starting something with Ashton Irwin… The Ashton Irwin. If only I could remember last night…
I stared deeply into his brown eyes struck speechless as Calum continued to make easy work of the buttons on his shirt that I was wearing. His eyes stared into mine purposely.
“Michael…” Calum said in an edged voice to the only other person in the room.
“What? Did you want some bacon?” Michael called back with a confident, cocky lilt in his voice.
“No. Get out.” Calum said in the same voice, his fingers dropping down another button.
“I am eating.”
“Get out.” Calum repeated. I heard the shuffling footsteps and muttered swearings as Michael left.
“So… you were just going to leave even after how good last night was?” Calum asked me in a low voice that set me on edge in the heart-fluttering-with-anticipation kind of way.
“It’s a one time thing.” I stammered out.
“That’s not what you said last night.” He replied. The snarky side of my head replied ‘well then enlighten me because I’ve forgotten. Probably wasn’t worth remembering.’
But I said nothing.
“When we were done, you fell back saying in your satisfied and breathless voice, how you wanted to do it again, then again and again and again.” Calum said. “I have to admit, I want to do it again too.” He replied and my breath caught in my throat.
“Hmm… Last night you were anything but quiet, but you’ve grown silent now.” He continued.
“Weren’t expecting to have to face me. I know.” He replied and I gulped as the last button of the shirt came undone and it slipped open.
“You can take the shirt back.” I said with a shaky breath. He slid the fabric off of my shoulders before pulling it on. I hurriedly put my own shirt on. When I turned back to him, he was smiling.
“I’m not that sadistic you know.” He said with an easy laugh. Talk about complete turn around, I said in my head.
“Oh ok…” I said trying to get my sleepy and half-hungover head around it.
“I just was kinda upset when I walked out to see you trying to get away. I had a great time last night and I wanted to get to know you better or whatever cliché I should be saying right now. I wanted to eat breakfast with you and find out about the things you care about, although maybe not all over one meal. In fact, ideally over many meals. So my bad side got the better of me just now. Sorry.”
“So, you wanted to get to me, but when I tried to leave, you lashed out at me sadistically?” I asked recapping. He nodded guiltily.
“Sometimes I struggle with girls.”
“Yes, I’m sure being a pop star finding girls who like you is a real hassle.” My sarcastic side said finally coming out into the daylight. He shook his head. “It’s hard to find a real girl.” He said reaching for my hand.
“What are you doing?” I asked trying to figure out his intentions through my racing heart and my mind. He smiled kindly.
“So, even though we did things a little backwards with the sex first, would you like to get a coffee with me?” He asked with his puppy dog eyes. I felt my willpower to just escape crumble underneath those eyes.
“No more sadistic Calum?” I asked with narrowed eyes. He laughed and shook his head. I smiled and nodded. He started leading back into the kitchen when Michael called to us from upstairs.
“You’re not fucking in their right? ‘Cause we eat in there and I left my food!” Michael yelled. I could’ve sworn I heard gagging from Luke’s room and hooting from Ashton’s.
“I’m gonna release in your cereal ‘cause you’re a dick.” Calum called back up to him.
“I guess I am going to have a lot more entertaining activity around me, huh?” I muttered to Calum. He nodded while pouring us each a mug of coffee.
After we’d both gone back into the bed newly dressed and with a cup of coffee in my hand, things had settled while my mind certainly hadn’t. My mind was spinning with thoughts about what this was going to develop into, first with fantasies of something beautiful, the with horrible images of how it would end before turning into a tortuously confusing mixture of both.
“You look like you’re in pain. Are you hungover?” Michael asked sitting up from the leisurely position he had been in. I was laying ridged under the covers in contrast.
“No…” I said trailing off. Unfortunately, my head was working just fine, which has never been good news for me. Why do you think I drink and hook up with strangers? Being numb is one of handling an overactive brain, at least for me. Don’t start telling me how it’s not healthy either, I already know.
“So what is it?” He asked with his arm naturally sliding over my waist.
I felt the crazy thoughts of mine bubbling up to the surface.
“You said that we were just going to begin something. Do you really not understand how horribly complicated something can be? Nothing is so easy and no one really gets hurt. A one night stand is a pre-negotiated deal; I make you feel good and you make feel good and then we part ways. There’s no emotional attachment, that’s what really makes things messy. But now you want something. I just…. I am so good at nothing, I have specialized in nothing. No one should want something with a girl like that. So why? It can’t be the sex because good sex is not that hard to find. It may not be easy to find, but it’s out there.” I started my monologue.
“I just… I’m so scared of something. I don’t want it.” After a pause to collect my thoughts.
“That’s a little offensive.” Michael said quietly.
“It’s absolutely nothing to do with you. It’s my own fear.” I hastened to explain. He sighed and turned to look at me.
“You’re right that relationships and things can end, that’s always going to be a risk.” He said slowly, trying to make every word count. “But I’m not asking for a promise or anything, just asking you for a beginning that could lead to something…” He said trailing off.
“Ok, but why?” I asked desperately.
“Last night was really good for one, and I like how I feel around you.”
“It’s probably horny…” I muttered. He laughed and shook his head.
“It’s more than that, it’s at ease and it’s warm.” He said stretching. His eyes locked on mine, imploring me to think deep about it. I sighed trying to quell my still spinning thoughts.
“But I am so not good with complicated.” I sighed leaning into the pillow and raising my hands to my face.
“Hey, we can just give it a try.” Michael said consolingly.
“I’m not even sure I can hold conversations like that.” I moaned.
“So let’s have a conversation.” Michael said broadly.
I looked at him through one squinted eye. Oddly enough, he looked sincere.
“Hey, I’m Michael Clifford. I play guitar in 5 Seconds of Summer. Nice to meet you.” He said holding his hand out to me. I gingerly take it.
“Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m currently a student, undeclared, at university.” I said hesitantly.
“Wonderful to meet you. Now, tell me about yourself.” He said giving me space. I sat up a bit on the pillows.
“Uh, not much to tell really. I like your bands music.” I said awkwardly.
“Oh yeah? Thanks! I could write a song for you some time.” He said leaning toward me suggestively. I laughed feeling some of my unease fading away.
“You really don’t have to.” I laughed.
“I don’t know. Maybe you inspire me.” He laughed reaching out to gently hold my hand in his.
Somehow that got the racing beat of my heart to calm down.
I shifted uncomfortably in the taxi next to Luke Hemmings. I was still a little confused on some of the details, like how I ended up in his bed last night, and what happened in that bed last night, and why he didn’t think it should be a one time thing and so on.
“Hey, we’re here.” Luke said as the car pulled to a stop in front of my apartment building. I had made one remark about wearing the same clothes and not getting the make-up off my face and suddenly Luke had me giving the driver my address before going to get coffee. I’d expected him to more of a dick in the morning but he’d actually been understanding about it.
“I’ll only be a minute.” I said getting off at my floor while he followed me respectfully.
“Take your time.” He said with a shrug. I nodded unlocking my door.
“Just a minute.” I called over my shoulder rushing into my room and living him in the living area. I jumped into jeans and a sweater and rushed washing my face. A hastily done eyeliner and mascara job and a messy bun and new boots and I stumbled back into my living room. What I hadn’t been expecting to find was Luke sitting on the couch patiently while looking at one of my textbooks of all things.
“Ok.” I said dropping my hands against my thighs to make a clapping sound. Luke looked up at me with a small smile.
“You’re studying English?” He asked and I shrugged.
“And psychology.” I said and his eyebrows shoot up.
“Really?” He said and I shrugged again.
“People are interesting.” I said as my explanation.
“I know that but wow, that’s intense.” He commented setting the book down and really looking at me while he stood up.
“It’s interesting…” I trailed off.
“Are you uncomfortable or something?” He asked leaning toward me with a step.
“I just never expected to have Luke Hemmings in my living room reading through my English textbooks, full of my stupid scribbles.” I said with an awkward laugh.
“Oh I liked the scribbles. They’re good.” He said with a broad smile.
“Are you being serious?’ I asked and he smiled reaching to take my hand.
“Oh yeah, I think they’re good, I would read stuff like that.” He said in a sincere voice I hadn’t been expecting.
“No one’s really read that stuff.” I said under my breath as we walked on the street toward a coffee place.
“I am honored to be the first.” He said squeezing my hand. I laughed nervously.
“You’re a good writer. Keep up with it.” He said stopping on the sidewalk and making me face him.
“What…” I said trailing off when I saw the look in his eyes.
“Just take my word for it.” He said in a lower voice as he leaned in and brought our lips together. My heart beat hard against my chest.
“You just…” I said looking for words and struggling; not the best feeling for writers.
“Kissed you. I know I was there.” He said a laugh giving me another kiss on the forehead.
“This isn’t what’s supposed to happen after one night stands…” I stammered.
“Sure, but I kinda like this better.” He said dropping his hand back down to hold mine. My mind spun.
“I mean yeah… But this is just… Wow.” I said and he laughed.
“Still trying to adjust to the idea…?” He said holding the door open for me.
“Yeah… I mean… wow.” I said and he smiled.
“Come on, you’re making me think wow too here.” He said and I lost my words again.
“Are you serious?” I asked and he nodded.
“Completely. Now what do you want to order?” He asked. Well, this certainly wasn’t what I expected.
I just watched Zootopia and holy crap; that last speech from Judy Hopps fucking got me.
I thought this city would be a perfect place where everyone got along and anyone could be anything. Turns out, life’s a little bit more complicated than a slogan on a bumper sticker. Real life is messy. We all have limitations. We all make mistakes. Which means, hey, glass half full, we all have a lot in common. And the more we try to understand one another, the more exceptional each of us will be. But we have to try. So no matter what kind of person you are, I implore you: Try. Try to make the world a better place. Look inside yourself and recognize that change starts with you.
- Judy Hopps.
Holy shit, life lessons that adults need to take to heart from a damn -kid’s- movie.