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Figure skating journal - Part 1
Date : August 15 2024 08/15/24
Time skated : 1h 55m
New skills? : Camel spin , flip
Practiced skills : Loop, salchow, camel spin, lay back spin, scratch, waltz, flip
Productiveness rating : 10/10!
Stuff to note :
- As of today I’ve been skating for exactly one year!!!!! I’m so excited and I feel like I’ve come so far.
- I’ve just been confirmed to be casted as a character in the upcoming winter show where I’ll be performing a solo, and a duet with my skating partner! I was in the Nut Cracker last December, and (even though none of you guys know me irl lol) I’m going to wait to announce the show until it’s public, but it’ll be a new show / source material and I’m so excited!!
- I dislocated my ankle this morning (thanks EDS and fibromyalgia, you’re both just so kind /s) but I took a rest to work on school for the most part of the day besides physical therapy which helped a bit. If I had to walk somewhere I used my cane (cause my joint stability off ice is practically non existent and is getting worse 💀). Which means when skating came along (the only time I’m not in pain, and cane actually move without support) from 3:05-5:00 I had a good amount of energy to have a really good time, so practice was really productive!
#figure skating#Figure skater#Ice skating#ice skater#male figure skater#Skating#Ice sports#Ice#cold#ice rink#Athelete#disabled athelete#sports#sporty boys#hEDS#EDS#Cane user
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Do you work for your future, or bank on everyone else’s failure?
#studyblr#skating#athlete#figure skating#exams#figure skater#ice skater#ice sports#ice skating#male figure skater#academic#School#Studying#Academica
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the h in nhl stands for homoerotic
bonus intricate rituals:
#this is my new fave live game :')#chiarot tried to scruff sid and my precious gigantic baby son drew said: NO!!!!!!#also it is my duty as a crazy sid/ek fan to say that after sid was freed from the box and was later back on the bench#ek who was still on ice circled back and skated towards him#and tenderly held him by the chin and said something to him (sweet dirty nothings i'm sure)... sid giggled like a schoolgirl about it#anyway. again a very good game for me sid/ek-wise#ek with his arms open waiting for his victory prize aka sid barrelling into him after the otgwg and keeping his face pressed close...#sidney crosby#pittsburgh penguins#ben chiarot#detroit red wings#again#long post#hockey#nhl#sports#GAY#SO GAY
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News from NL, Canada, 14 June
Fluorspar Holdings Pte Ltd has received court approval to buy the inactive fluorspar mine in St. Lawrence, once owned by Canada Fluorspar.
Previously, the mine could not compete with cheaper fluorspar from other countries and faced environmental regulations that limited impurities. However, the high-grade ore available locally and the world-class geology of the deposit that lends itself to acid-grade fluorspar now favor mine operations. Fluorspar Holdings Pte Ltd has already seen success with a similar operation in South Africa and expects good returns from the St. Lawrence.
2. Newfoundland and Labrador's economic investment is expected to increase by 11% this year due to a rise in population.
Nova Scotia has found ways to speed up housing construction to accommodate the growing population in the Atlantic provinces.
Investment in the mining sector, particularly in the search for gold, has increased while investment in oil and gas has decreased.
3. Bernard Doyle was acquitted of manslaughter in the death of his 17-month-old stepson in 1996 after being imprisoned for three years.
Doyle's case was one of more than 200 that were examined again as part of a government review into earlier convictions mentioning shaken-baby syndrome.
The decision to acquit Doyle restored dignity and respect to him, but he still feels responsible for his stepson's death.
4. A family in Newfoundland discovered a sheet of bedrock with a fern-shaped fossil on top of it while tending to their vegetable garden.
The discovery is believed to be one of the most important fossil sites in the world, with some specimens belonging to a group of lifeforms known as charnids from the Ediacaran period, roughly 560 million years ago.
The paleobiology team from Memorial University expects to uncover hundreds of fossils and is urging anyone who finds a similar fossil site to contact them so they can come take a look.
5. The Capital Subaru Arena is opening in St. John's, Newfoundland, with the aim of making ice-based activities more accessible to younger athletes and persons with disabilities.
The new arena will not only be used for hockey, but also for ice skating and learn-to-skate programs.
The building is fully accessible and can be converted for sports such as sledge hockey.
6. Derrick Bragg, a cabinet minister, has publicly revealed his cancer diagnosis.
#fluorspar#mining#pure grade#population#up#housing#pressure#case#acquittal#baby#death#fossils#MUN#bedrock#Suburu Arena#ice sports#disabilities#fisheries minister#cancer#St John's#NL#Canada
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once more around the sun!! :3
#mine#cats#happy new year!!! a little late but alas#i didnt like th colours here but now i love them hehehehehheheh#i hope everyone had a good holidays life development for me is i now like ice hockey#in my sports fan era...these greasy sweaty bloody white men...intrigue me#also i got a new diary!! im using th hobonichi cousin in kinda alarmed by it ngl a5 is a lot of space to fill#i tried the hobonichi techo a couple years ago n found it a rlly weird size 2 work in but now.........big page scawwy#im trying not 2 b too insane about it . like relax who cares#if i do cute spreads i will share them :3#also in th same vein im not setting a book goal this year !! tbh i surpassed my goal last year by a lot and wasnt stressed about it at All#but i get so guilty about not reading sometimes like girl . guilty to who? god? are we catholic now? get a grip#anyway anway im going to toot on my flute and then eat my weight in mac n cheese#love how i had to get a new cork in my flute bc i didnt play for like 10 months n th guy was like play regularly! n i was like yeh will do!#and then did not do that#alas...time escapes me
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u know how people say a character is so character? hockey is SO sport. like more sport than any other sport. effort so effortful that players can only play for 50 seconds at a time? scoring attempts that can kill a person? players moving at 25 mph? time-out corner for the naughty? refs can break their bones? human dart board (goalie)? yeah.. sport
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Katsuki Yuuri is so funny because dude is an Olympic level figure skater who competes internationally regularly and he introduces himself through narration in the first episode as very average in skill, who is doing it like him.
Your self confidence may be bad but is it deluding yourself into thinking you suck at something you rank sixth in the world at bad?
#he has one really bad day and forgets that he’s the best skater in Japan#this post brought to you because I’m watching sk8 and was reminded about my true sports anime BL bait love#yuri!!! on ice#yuuri katsuki#yoi#caitie speaks#animanga
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The forgotten art of competitive barrel jumping In 1956, barrel jumping was a beloved ice sport. It's a discipline of speed skating that involves skaters jumping over a row of barrels. The goal is for the skater to jump over the most barrels and land on the ice. — Read the rest https://boingboing.net/2023/01/18/the-forgotten-art-of-competitive-barrel-jumping.html
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My understanding of hockey from Tumblr is: 'I need that Canadian man on his knees and begging like a dog'
#I am on Tumblr for educational purposes :)#hockey#ice hockey#NHL#yes this post is about#Sidney Crosby#sport for the plot#hockeyblr
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⮞ Teaser Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Other Tags: Hockey Player!Jungkook, Figure Skater!Reader, Hockey Player!Taehyung, Hockey Player!Jimin, Coach!Yoongi, Hockey Player!Namjoon, Hockey Player!Hoseok, Figure Skater!Jin, Genre: Hockey!AU, Figure Skating!AU, Olympic!AU, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Self-Discovery, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn Drop Date: 01/20/2025 Summary: Y/N Y/L/N has always been destined for greatness as a competitive figure skater, her dreams of the Olympics sparkling like the ice beneath her blades. But when a devastating injury sidelines her, those dreams seem to melt away. Just when she feels lost, she unexpectedly meets Jeon Jungkook, a talented NHL hockey player.
I never used to think about what came after. Why would I? It felt pointless, like trying to guess the end of a novel when you’re still tangled in the middle. Every chapter rushing by, barely letting you catch your breath. Sometimes, life dangled a dream so vivid, so close, you could almost feel it in your hands. But right when you thought you had it? That’s when life reminded you—pages stop turning. Lights flick off. And suddenly, you’re back in the grind, stuck right where you started.
Normal? No chance. I wouldn’t recognize normal if it jumped out of the shadows and hit me. Normal was for people who punched clocks and sipped lukewarm coffee in beige cubicles. My mornings started when the world was still dark—lacing up my skates, the cold air biting at my face. Stretch until the pain dulled, practice until my routines were burned into my mind like a broken record. The rink smelled like sweat, frost, and desperation, clinging to me as I chased that perfect moment, day in and day out.
That was my life. Until it wasn’t.
From the moment I took my first steps, the ice had been my escape. My personal sanctuary. Each time my skates touched the frozen surface, electricity sparked through me, alive in my bones. My mom, Emily, she saw it first. She recognized that fire in me and latched on, pulling me headfirst into the competitive skating world. She wasn’t just supportive—she was relentless, like a storm barreling down on me, pushing me to be perfect. To her, maybe that was all that mattered.
People whispered behind her back, saying she was living vicariously through me, chasing dreams she’d lost. But I didn’t resent her for it. Her ambition, fierce and all-consuming, burned like a fire. It kept me warm—even when it scorched me. It wasn’t the trophies or the standing ovations that drove me. It was the ice itself. Out there, I wasn’t just a name on a roster. I was free.
Emily had been a skater once, too. But life, cruel and chaotic, had other plans. Her dreams fizzled out, lost somewhere between time and circumstance. When she got pregnant with me, she married my dad, Jim, and watched her ambitions wither like dead leaves. Year by year, regret settled in, until all she had left was me—and the ice. I became her second chance.
She met Jim when she was still a bright-eyed girl in a small town, dreaming big. He came to Michigan for police training; she was restless, yearning for more. They fell in love—or something close to it. Soon enough, I came along, and after a quick courthouse wedding, our lives unraveled. Emily and I left Michigan for Colorado, chasing skating dreams. Jim drifted back to Olympia, Washington, sinking into his routine like it was quicksand.
I became the bridge between them, constantly tugged between my dad’s predictable world and my mom’s fierce drive. Stability—something I longed for—was never in the cards. Emily hated Michigan, so we stayed away. Jim became less of a father and more of a ghost.
The crackle of the intercom yanked me from my thoughts. My knee throbbed, a bitter reminder.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain. We’re starting our descent into Detroit, where it’s currently five-eighteen p.m., and a frigid fifteen degrees Fahrenheit. Please secure your belongings.”
Michigan. I was back, but it didn’t feel like home. It hadn’t for years. And yet, here I was. Family wasn’t a refuge—not with Jim. He felt more like a stranger now, a shadow of someone I used to know. The home we once had? Long gone.
Monday, I’d meet with Dr. Jeon. People swore he was the best, but deep down, I already knew none of it mattered. The moment my skate hit that rough patch of ice, when my body twisted and the world flipped upside down, I knew—my skating days were over.
I could still see it. The rink, bathed in soft afternoon light, the sound of *Swan Lake* floating through the air. I wasn’t competing that day, just skating for the sheer joy of it. Emily and my coach were in the bleachers, discussing my next routine. I built up speed, heading into a fan spiral, when it happened. My blade caught. My leg buckled. I hit the ice hard. Everything went dark.
The plane’s landing gear screeched, snapping me back to the present. My heart raced, the memory fading like smoke. As the plane stopped, passengers scrambled for their bags. I waited, letting them pass, before grabbing my things. The crutches in my hands were cold, unfamiliar. I used to glide effortlessly across the ice, and now, here I was—struggling just to stay upright on solid ground.
At baggage claim, I stared at the mountain of luggage, feeling the weight of it all sink in. How was I supposed to manage with no free hands?
“You need a hand?”
The voice startled me. I turned and saw him—tall, with warm brown eyes that somehow felt like they saw right through me. Before I could respond, someone bumped into me, and my crutch clattered to the floor. I wobbled, reaching out to steady myself, but he was faster. He caught me.
For a moment, the noise, the crowd, everything blurred. It was just us, frozen in time.
“You alright?” His voice was soft, steady, his hands still gripping my arms. I nodded, heat flushing my face as I pulled away.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.” I muttered. He bent down, picking up my crutch. As he handed it back, his eyes lingered on me, not with pity, but with something else. Understanding, maybe.
“No problem.” His smile was easy, casual, but there was something behind it, like he had more to say.
Around us, life resumed its frantic pace—people rushing by, voices bouncing off the airport’s high ceilings. But for just a second longer, it was still only us.
“Need help with your bags?” he asked, glancing at the heap of luggage.
I hesitated, my pride prickling. “I’ve got it,” I said, even though I clearly didn’t. My knee throbbed in protest.
He didn’t push. Just smiled, unbothered, and shrugged. “Alright. But it’s no trouble if you change your mind.”
As I shifted my weight, feeling the twinge in my leg, I sighed. “Okay, yeah, I could use some help.” The words tasted like defeat, but he didn’t seem to notice.
He easily grabbed my suitcase, balancing my smaller bag on top. I clung to my messenger bag, determined to carry something myself.
"Is someone picking you up?" he asked as we walked toward the sliding glass doors, the cold Michigan air sneaking in like a thief in the night.
"No, I'll just grab a cab," I said, weaving through the crowd. His presence next to me felt steady, comforting, like a life raft I didn’t even know I needed.
“I’ve got my car in the overnight lot,” he offered casually, like it was no big deal. “I could give you a ride if you want.”
For a moment, I hesitated, caught off guard by the offer. “No, it’s okay,” I said, almost too quickly. “A cab’s fine.” But something shifted in his face—just for a second. Disappointment? Or was that just my imagination?
We stepped outside, and the cold hit me like a slap, sharp and biting. I cursed under my breath for not grabbing my gloves.
He noticed, his lips quirking up in a knowing smile. “Forgot what Michigan feels like in January?”
“Yeah,” I muttered, pulling my coat tighter. “Something like that.” I should’ve been used to it by now. I grew up on ice, for God’s sake. But standing there in the freezing wind felt different, like the cold wasn’t just outside—it was creeping inside me, gnawing at the edges of something deeper.
“So, where were you before this?” he asked, his curiosity genuine, his breath hanging in the air like smoke.
“Nevada. Before that, Colorado. We moved around a lot.” I don’t even know why I was telling him this. I didn’t even know his name.
“We?” He raised an eyebrow, the question soft, but pointed.
“Me and my mom,” I said, my voice quieter now. “She’s never been one to stay put. Wherever she went, I followed.”
He nodded, like he understood more than he should. “A modern-day nomad. Sounds... exhausting.”
I let out a small laugh, more out of habit than anything else. “Yeah, it can be.” But there was something easy about him, something that made this whole conversation feel less strange, less fleeting.
“You staying here for a while?” he asked, his dark eyes locking with mine, the cold forgotten for a moment.
“For the foreseeable future,” I replied, surprising myself with how easily the words slipped out.
“Good to know.” His voice softened, like he was letting me in on some secret only we shared. That crooked smile crept back, and I felt my pulse quicken again. He had no idea what he was doing to me.
I bit my lip, trying to steady the rush of nerves rising in my chest. What was I even doing? Standing here, flirting with a stranger in the dead of winter? This wasn’t real life—it was the stuff of daydreams. But somehow, with him, it felt real. Almost too real.
“Maybe I’ll see you around,” he said, his hand lifting to ruffle his hair again. The messy strands fell back into place like he didn’t care—like he knew exactly how disheveled he looked and leaned into it.
“Yeah, maybe,” I said, though I wasn’t sure I believed it. The airport, the cold wind—it all seemed to fade away, leaving just us in this strange, fleeting moment.
“You live nearby?” I asked, even though I knew I should’ve been hopping into a cab by now, getting out of this freezing wind and back to whatever was left of my life.
“Detroit,” he said, his breath fogging in the air like a ghost of something lost.
“Me too,” I said, a little too quickly. “Just moved there, actually.”
“Downtown?” He asked it casually, but his eyes were sharp, as if my answer might mean more than I realized.
“Royal Oak,” I said, nodding. “The old houses there... they’re beautiful.”
“They are,” he agreed, and there was something in the way he said it, like he was noticing things I didn’t even realize I was showing. His gaze flicked between my eyes and my lips, and for a moment, the air between us stretched thin, a fragile thread pulling us closer until a sharp gust of wind snapped it, jolting me back to reality.
"Welcome to Michigan," he said with a laugh, his voice warm against the icy air. Without warning, he reached down and took my bare hands in his. The warmth of his touch jolted through me, electric, racing straight to my core. For a second, I swore the ground shifted beneath us. Something unspoken buzzed between our hands.
“We should get you a cab,” he said, glancing down at my frozen fingers, his expression softening with concern. “You’re not exactly dressed for this weather.”
"Yeah, I probably should’ve planned better,” I admitted with a laugh, still caught up in the warmth of his hands, the way they made everything else feel just a little less cold.
He waved down a cab with the ease of someone who’s done it a hundred times. I watched him as he loaded my bags into the trunk, every movement feeling like a countdown. And then, when he opened the passenger door for me, I hesitated. I stood at the edge of that moment, torn between the part of me that wanted to leave and the part that wanted to stay, just a little longer.
“Thanks for the help,” I said, looking up at him, my heart thudding hard in my chest.
“Jungkook,” he said, his voice soft, that crooked smile still tugging at his lips. “I’m Jungkook.”
“Y/N,” I replied, the name slipping out of my mouth so naturally it felt like it was meant for him, like it was always supposed to be said here, in this cold, surreal moment.
“Y/N,” he repeated, like he was testing it on his tongue, like it was something fragile and precious. He leaned in just a little, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"Y/N?" His hand hovered near my shoulder, his voice even quieter now, almost as if he was about to share a secret meant only for me.
And suddenly, the world around us—everything—fell away. The cold, the noise, the blur of people rushing past. It was just him, standing there with that crooked grin, making me wonder if maybe—just maybe—this wasn’t the end of whatever this was.
“Yeah, Jungkook?” I asked, my breath catching, anticipation curling low in my stomach.
“My friends and I... we hang out at this bar on Grand most Tuesdays. Billy’s?” He said it like a suggestion, but it felt like more. Like a bridge to whatever might come next. “Maybe I’ll see you there sometime?”
A thrill shot through me, quick and unexpected. This wasn’t just some random, fleeting connection. He wanted to see me again. “Yeah,” I stammered, my voice barely steady. “I could swing by. Once I’m settled in.”
“Great.” His whole face lit up, and it was like watching a door creak open, revealing something softer, something vulnerable underneath. "I’ll see you around then, Y/N." He stepped back, shut the door behind me with a quiet finality.
As the cab pulled away, I turned, craning for one last look. He waved, easy and casual, and I lifted my hand in return, my heart still racing. Part of me wanted to freeze this moment, hold onto it before it slipped away. But the cab turned the corner, and just like that, he was gone.
I slumped back in the seat, exhaustion settling in like a heavy weight. I rested my head against the cold window, letting the chill ground me. This wasn’t just some daydream—it was real. And yet, as the city lights blurred by, doubts started creeping in, shadows curling at the edges of my mind. Would I really show up at Billy’s? Or would I let this whole thing fade, convincing myself it was just a fluke?
But then I thought about him—Jungkook. That crooked smile. And a small part of me couldn’t help but wonder... What if?
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Anyone else’s figure skating coach yell at you, tell you “you mess everything up” “are you even listening to me?” “Suck it up” “you’re ruining this for everyone” etc. recently because of an ice show you’re in that she’s running. Because I am. And it really really fuckin hurts. She’s someone I massively look up to, and being told I essentially have no future in this sport hurts like a mother fucker. Especially from her.
I know running the show is stressful as hell but I feel like she shouldn’t be shouting at a 14 year old over boy over literally just falling on a sit to donut spin combination with dull skates. Like when my skating partner, Cas, messes up she tells her “You just made a simple mistake, don’t worry!” But when I do suddenly I’m a liability in need of a good hearty lecture. Whether it’s alone, with my skating partner, or in front of the entire cast for the show. Fuck man.
#figure skating#athlete#figure skater#teenage athlete#Ice sports#Ice skating#Ice skater#Ice theatre#pairs skating#vent#athletic#Teenager#winter#winter sports#ice sport#ice skates#figure skates#male figure skater
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Figure skating log
Date: September 14 2024 09/14/24
Time skated: 2 hours
New skills? : (Full) flip
Practiced skills: Loop, salchow, scratch, waltz, flip, sit spin
Productiveness rating : 8.9/10
Lessons / lesson count : 3 lessons — 2 groups, 1 private
Stuff to note :
- I’m seeing a new coach! So I have two private coaches now, I’ll call them M and S, M is super fun and very lively — she’s been my coach for about 7/8 months, and S is really nice too! She’s great at giving instruction and give small details rather than larger ones, so it’s a good mix of both from each!
- Very bad spin day, my scratch had way too much toe pick, and super uncentered.
- Dislocated my knee today during a spin, I’m pretty flared up and tired now
- My loops are getting WAY higher! S is helping me so so so much
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Looking for other skating and studyblr friends!!! 🫶
#Figure skating#Skating#Ice skater#male figure skater#Ice sports#athlete#Athletic#Disabled athlete#looking for moots
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Happy seventh birthday to the anime episode that altered my brain chemistry and has not left mind since it was first released
#they said on ice and episode seven heard change lives#yuri on ice#yoi#victuuri#yuri on ice meme#anime#yuri katsuki#yuri plisetsky#victor nikiforov#middle school me was shitting crying and throwing up#lgbtq#anime meme#sports anime#omg hit tweet! /j
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#athletic cup#athletic gear#sports gear#athletic supporter#cup bulge#hockey gear#hockeygear#ice hockey#gayhockey#jock#athleticgearfetish#athleticcupfetish#icehockeyfetish#icehockeygear#sportsgearfet#sportsgearfetish#sportsguys#sportsgear#sports
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weird little guy
#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#valyrianscrolls#joffrey baratheon#my art#idk I just wanted 2 draw baby joffrey being weird and offputting. likely place for him to be#when you're so mad at your dad you dissect his fursona#I <3 giving asoiaf characters cute little plushies of their house sigils idc if it's anachronistic#little baby joffrey makes me sad to think about he's my eraserhead baby...I could be a good mother...I could still save him :(#ok maybe not but I could definitely be a better father than robert I'd give him litte pats on the head and say 'I'm proud of you sport'#I could not save him but I could love him </3
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Wisconsin-ae-Miku
Have to give credit to @thedragonitus for that Culver's cup!
#she doesn't look that good#but then again she isnt really meant to look good#I gave her the iconic cheese hat and all the sports merch#more unknown references is the wisconsin hodag which is basically a cryptid thats popular in the north of wis#and gave her a chocolate shoppe tote bag#which is basically a really popular ice cream shop here ( I have to agree they are unmatched )#and the skirt reminded me of all the for lack of a better word hippies here haha#you seem them alot selling stuff at festivals ( amazing and good on them )#and bass the most american fish.#wisconsin#wis#wisconsin miku#miku#miku worldwide#hatsune miku#usa miku#us miku#america miku#midwest#midwest miku#if you can tell where I live in wisconsin from this no you dont#this is kinda scary for me
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