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theatrekidenergy · 3 months ago
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Figure skating journal - Part 1
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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!
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theadamchronical · 22 days ago
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Do you work for your future, or bank on everyone else’s failure?
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kensatou · 7 months ago
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the h in nhl stands for homoerotic
bonus intricate rituals:
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newsbites · 1 year ago
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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.
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obsob · 10 months ago
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once more around the sun!! :3
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ancientfrozenglaciershark · 8 months ago
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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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clearancecreedwatersurvival · 9 months ago
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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?
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biglisbonnews · 2 years ago
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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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aeolianblues · 4 months ago
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My understanding of hockey from Tumblr is: 'I need that Canadian man on his knees and begging like a dog'
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chimcess · 15 days ago
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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.
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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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Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!
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theatrekidenergy · 3 months ago
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If so, tell me in the comments which would be a good blog name (and give me suggestions! I really need some 😭)
- Adamonedge
- adamfiguresskates
- arcticedge
- ANY OTHER SUGGESTIONS IM AT A LOSS FOR A GOOD NAME 🙏
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theadamchronical · 2 months ago
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Figure skating log
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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!!! 🫶
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jay-birds-fly · 1 year ago
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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
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cupsalwayson · 4 months ago
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francy-sketches · 7 months ago
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weird little guy
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plush0fairy · 2 months ago
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Wisconsin-ae-Miku
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Have to give credit to @thedragonitus for that Culver's cup!
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