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prettyinlimegreenboots · 4 years ago

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“Hold still.” for Sprace? ♡

I’m going back to my favorite headcanon for Spot . . hope that’s okay anonie! Without future ado, here’s an update on Nurse Spottie and Doc Plums. This part of my Life in the ER Series - you can catch up here. Warnings, blood, stitches, hospital visit, cussing.

March 15, 2020 2:00pm

“You suck, Conlon!” A chart was dropped on the counter as Albert collapsed into a chair, giving the head nurse a look. “Why?”

Looking up from his own chart, Spot raised an eyebrow. “It’s actually Higgins-Conlon and has been for almost two months and what did I do now? If I remember, it’s been only a few days since I switched to days, instead of nights. I couldn’t have gotten into that much trouble since then.”

“You’re giving me all the shit cases today.” Albert shook his head, flipping open a chart. “What did I do to make you angry?”

Spot chuckled, shaking his head. “Fortunately, you haven’t done anything to piss me off . . . it’s just how the cards have fallen today.”

“Boys . . . do we have to argue?” Plums asked, collapsing into a chair with a sigh. She was five months pregnant and already complaining about the extra weight she was carrying. “I’m not in the mood to pull you two apart.”

Spot bit his lip, looking over at his longtime friend. “How you doin’ momma?”

“This child is already causing me fits and they’re not even born yet.” She sighed, rubbing her hand over her expanded belly. “Something else to hold over their head.”

Albert slammed that chart he was looking at closed before looking over at Plums. “You and Jack finding out what you’re having?”

“Jack doesn’t want to but I kinda do.” She shrugged. “It’s a daily conversation in the house . . . so when I know I’ll let you know. But we’re working on the nursery this weekend . . . Jack is going to be painting something-”

She was interrupted by the bay doors being thrown open and a stretcher was being pushed in. Grabbing his stethoscope, Spot hopped to his feet with Plums right behind him. Listening to the paramedics fill them in, they sprung into action, getting the patient to centerstage with several other nurses and physicians behind them.

2:45pm

“How about we go down to the café to get something to eat?” Plums asked, giving him a look, snapping her gloves off her hands, sighing loudly. “I know you haven’t eaten anything since you came on at 5.”

Avoiding her look, Spot shrugged, snapping his gloves off his hands. “I’m off at 5 . . . I’ll be alright.”

“Spot, come on.” She tugged on his arm, her eyes sympathetic. “Just grab a coffee . . . take a few minutes. That was a rough one; you need a break, even for a few minutes.”

Nodding, he allowed her to loop her arm through his arm as they made their way down to the café. The patient that the paramedics had brought in was pronounced dead soon after he arrived in the hospital. They tried resuscitation efforts but there simply wasn’t anything they could do.

Grabbing a coffee and a pastry, Spot quickly paid, going to find a table. Kat joined him shortly with a bowl of mac and cheese and a Coke. Spot raised an eye at the Coke as she grinned. “I have mostly given up coffee so this is my one for the day.”

“Your child is going to be wired with all of the caffeine you consume.” He cracked a grin as she laughed.

Kat’s eyes lit up at the thought. “Jack’s going to have his hands full.”

“Ha that’ll be a sight to see - you sleep deprived and your baby hyper.” Spot chuckled. “Luckily this job has prepared you for sleepless nights.”

She groaned. “Ugh . . . I’m just glad I got switched to days. Nights were killing me. Speaking of days, how’s Racer liking your new schedule?”

“He loves it . . . he’s actually happy that we see each other more now than we did before.” Spot smiled. “It’s an adjustment though; my body is still out of whack with sleeping.”

He watched her take a bit of her mac and cheese before sipping on his coffee. “Agreed . . . that’s the worst part. Luckily, I’m exhausted after my 12 hour shift.”

“Yeah but you have more days off than I do . . . I’m working four 12 hour days with three days off. You’re only working three 12s with four days off.” Spot gave her a look, sipping his coffee.

Shrugging, she took another bite. “Perks of being a PA, I guess.”

He couldn’t say anything because at that moment, Albert came running into the café, scanning the area frantically. “SPOT!”

Spot was already on his feet when Albert slid to a stop at their table. “What’s wrong?”

“Race and Jack just came in.” His eyes were wide as he looked between Spot and Plums.

Spot’s heart fell to his stomach as he glanced at Kat. She gave him a look as they ran out of the café heading towards the emergency room, Albert at their heels. “What happened?”

“Race cracked his chin open.” Albert said, glancing over his shoulder at Plums. “Jack’s fine . . . just brought the idiot in.”

Pushing open the doors to the emergency room, Spot gave Albert a look. “Where are they?”

“Bay 4.” Albert said, walking over to the curtain, before pulling it open revealing Jack in a chair and Race in the bed with a dish towel pressed up to his chin.

“Hi Snookums.” Race grinned, wincing as his lips pulled upward. “How are you?”

Snapping on a pair of gloves, Spot shook his head walking up to examine Race, pulling away the dish towel, whistling at how deep the cut was. “Hi yourself . . . What did you do?”

“He’s an idiot.” Jack sighed, as Plums made her way over to him. “We really should look into wrapping him a bubble wrap bubble anytime he goes out. Hi love.”

She sighed, her gaze landing on Race. “Hi babe. Now tell us, what happened?”

“You know I’ve been having that cold and I took some medicine that made me dizzy and I fell.” Race grimaced. “When I got up, I noticed blood on the floor and realized I had busted open my chin.”

Kat joined Spot next to the bed to look at the wound. “What medicine did you take?”

“Sudafed.” Race looked between the two.

“Tilt your head back a bit.” Kat said, pressing near the wound as Race pulled back and hissed at the pain. “How often are you taking them? What’s the dosage? Have you been staying hydrated?”

Race looked over at Spot with wide eyes at all the medical questions. “Spottie told me to take them. They’re the red ones and I take them every four hours. And I’ve been drinking . . . some.”

“You’re probably dehydrated which caused you to get dizzy and fall.” She gave her brother-in-law a look. “What have you been drinking? Water? Gatorade? Coffee?”

“Yes, yes, and yes.” Race replied, grinning cheekily at his sister-in-law.

Groaning, she shook her head, pulling her pen light out of her scrubs before flashing it in his eyes, watching his pupils dilate. “Quit being a smartass. Now, what’s the date?”

“March 15, Saturday.” Race grinned.

“When was your wedding?” Kat continued to flash the light in his eyes.

“January 17, 2020.” He moved his eyebrows up and down, looking over at Spot.

Spot snorted a laugh, shaking his head. “Behave and just answer her questions.”

“Who’s your favorite sister?” Kat asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Race snorted, immediately after his hand flying to his chin as he whimpered. “You, you . . . can I get some pain meds and stitches?”

“Go ahead, Spot. Clean that out and stitch him up.” Looking at Race, she gave him a look. “You’re lucky . . . I don’t think you have a concussion but let Spot stitch you up.”

She turned and looked at Jack. “Where were you two when he fell?”

“I was at their house . . . we were working on something.” Spot’s head popped up from where he was getting the supplies when he heard Jack’s response.

“What were you two working on?” Spot asked, dropping the supplies on the bed beside Race as he gave his husband a look.

Race looked at him, as he lowered the bed so that Race was lying back. “It’s a surprise . . . don’t worry about it.”

“For me?” Spot asked, flushing out his wound with saline, watching the bloody water flow into the basin he held up to Race’s chin.

Race smirked. “Nope, for Sassie.”

Nodding his head, Spot continued cleaning out the wound. “Enough of your sassiness. Hey Race?”

“Yeah Spottie?”

Spot grinned. “I need you to look over at Kat . . . keep your eyes on her and don’t look at me, okay?”

“You’re going to shoot me up now aren’t you?” Race asked, giving his husband a wide eyed look.

“I’m going to be quick about it but hold Kat’s hand and keep your eyes on her.” Spot gave Kat a look as she grabbed Race’s hand.

As soon as their hands were laced together, Spot quickly numbed his chin, letting the wound become numb before he started the stitches. “Hold still, Racer. I’ll be as gentle as possible.”

Nodding his head, Race gave Spot a look. “Love you Spottie.”

“Love you too Racer. Now hold still.” Spot gave him a look as he started stitching him up.

Fifteen minutes later, he was tying off the last stitch before cutting the thread. Gathering up all of the supplies, he threw them away along with his bloodied gloves before grabbing a new pair. “How do you feel?”

“Super glad I have a nurse and a doctor in the family.” Race grinned, wincing at the pain in his chin. “How long is this going to hurt?”

Spot looked over at Kat who grinned. “You’ll be in pain for the next few days. It’ll be tender but Tylenol should help. Stop taking the Sudafed and drink more than you normally do, avoiding coffee. Gatorade, juice, and water should be fine. Spot, you know what to look for.”

“When can the stitches come out?” Race asked, looking between his husband and sister-in-law.

Spot tilted Race’s head back gently, using gauze and some saline to clean up the excess blood from Race’s chin before dropping a kiss on his cheek. “You feelin’ okay?”

“Yea but I’m tired Spottie.” Race whined. “When are you off work?”

Looking at the clock, he saw that it was 3:45 and sighed. “I’ve got another hour before I’m done.”

Whining, Race groaned. “I want to cuddle.”

“We’re both off at 5 . . . how about you guys hang out here and we’ll take you home after we clock out?” Kat asked, looking between her husband and Race.

They nodded agreeing as Spot and Kat took off their gloves. “Also Race, Jack?”

Jack and Race looked up at her amused tone. She locked eyes with both of them, her pointer finger sticking out. “No more Emergency Room visits . . . this has happened too often now.”

Sighing, they both looked at one another before looking at their spouses. “We can’t promise but we’ll try.”

Spot chuckled at Jack’s response before shaking his head. “If you continue on this trend, I’m all for the suggestion of getting bubbles for you both when you go out of the house.”

They left, closing the curtain around the bay, heading for the desk. Collapsing into a chair, Spot started charting everything that had just happened in the room, sighing loudly. “They’re going to be the death of me.”

“You and me both.” Plums collapsed into a chair beside him, looking over her own chart. “I wish I could drink . . .”

Spot laughed. “I’m sorry. Mocktails not cutting it?”

“No but it’ll be worth it in the end.” She laughed, rubbing her stomach, suddenly grabbing his hand and putting it on the right side. “Your niece or nephew is saying hello.”

Spot grinned, feeling the baby kick just below his hand. “That’s absolutely amazing, Plums.”

“It really is.” She grinned, as he removed his hand, continuing to chart. “What are your plans for tonight?”

Spot looked up at the bay doors opening, but didn’t see anything but a few people walking in. “Well, I’ve got to figure out dinner now so we’ll probably order in and chill. Race is going to be a baby with those stitches the next few days so I’ll have to deal with that.”

“If he gets too bad, we’ll take him.” Kat said, smiling sympathetically. “When do you work next?”

Spot printed off Race’s discharge papers before giving her a look. “Uhhh . . . Monday and Tuesday. I have tomorrow off and Wednesday and Thursday off.”

“Bring him over Monday. I’m off but Jack is working. He can hang out with me and fold baby clothes.” She grinned, eyes dancing with excitement.

Spot laughed. “Will do. I work 7-7 on Monday so he’ll be with you most of the day.”

“That’s fine. By Monday night, he’ll be begging to stay at home or going back to work.” She laughed, being way too excited to hang out with his husband while he worked.

“Part of me is scared by your excitement but part of me is relieved that he’ll be with someone while I’m working.” Spot shrugged, pulling another chart over to review. “Thanks Kat, I appreciate it.”

She put a hand on his shoulder. “That’s what family does, Spot. I’m sure my husband is going to be a dumbass soon so he’ll need someone to watch him while I work.”

Spot hummed, grinning at her affection for his husband along with her own. They fell into their own charts for a bit before Spot looked over at her. “I’m going to do one more round before shift change. You coming?”

“Nah, pull Rush. He’s taking over for me when I leave.” Plums grinned. “Make sure you stop by Bay 7 and kick them to the curb.”

Spot laughed, saluting her before making his rounds. He quickly filled Rush in on the patients that were currently in the ER before making his way to Race’s bay, throwing open the curtain. “You’re sprung . . . get outta here.”

“I can leave?” Race asked, feet hanging off the side of the bed with a hopeful look on his face.

Spot nodded, holding up a few papers. “Discharge papers are printed and you’re free. I’ve got to clock out so you can head to the desk. Jack, Kat’s just getting her stuff from her locker so she’ll meet you guys up there.”

He walked over to Race, kissing him gently before offering his arm. “Come on hotshot, let’s get out of here.”

Spot walked him to the nurse’s desk where Kat was standing with her coat and bag. “Kat, can you stay here a few minutes while I get my stuff?”

She nodded, looking over at Race. “You’re looking better than you were a few hours ago. How do you feel?”

“Like I could go tap dancing right now.” Race spatted sarcastically, giving his sister-in-law a look. “Tired and sore.”

Nodding, she gave him a once over. “Take it easy these next few days. You’re hanging out with me on Monday and Spot knows what to look for. Love you Race.”

“Love you too Kat. Thank you.” He gave her a gentle hug as Spot returned with his bag and coat.

Hugs were given before the two left heading to their own cars. Helping Race into the SUV, Spot made sure he was okay before going over to the driver’s side, hopping in.

The drive home was silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Pulling into the driveway, Spot could hear Sassie barking, excited that her humans were home. Parking the SUV in the garage, Spot hopped out, helping Race down from the car. “You doing okay?”

Race nodded as they neared the door. Spot opened it, revealing a very excited puppy, barking loudly as Race groaned. Spot maneuvered Race into the house, down the hallway, before depositing him on the couch with a groan. Dropping a kiss on his head, Spot went into their bedroom, quickly changing out of his scrubs before donning a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, grabbing the same for Race. Walking out of the bedroom, his face softened seeing Race and Sassie cuddling together on the couch. “Do you want to get changed?”

Looking over at Spot’s comfiness, Race nodded, making an attempt to stand up from the couch. Spot quickly joined him, steadying him. “Careful Racer.”

Together they got Race changed before collapsing on the couch once more. Race cuddled into Spot’s arms, sighing in contentment. “Thank you Spottie.”

“You’re welcome. Just rest. What do you want for dinner tonight?” Spot asked, running his hand through Race’s hair.

Sighing, Race looked up at Spot. “Something that’s not going to jar my jaw every time I take a bite.”

“So pizza is out of the equation.” Spot said, looking at his husband. “How does noodles or Chinese sound?”

Yawning, Race shrugged. “Either sounds good. Soup might be good.”

Pressing a kiss to his forehead, Spot nodded. “You rest, I’ll figure something out. Racer?”

Peaking open an eye, Race looked at Spot. “What?”

“What’s hanging above the other couch?” Spot said, noticing the canvas hanging up for the first time.

Race smiled, lacing his fingers with Spot’s. “That’s the surprise Jack was helping me with. I took him one of our wedding photos and he painted it for us - it’s a belated wedding present from me to you.”

“Racer . . .” Spot wasn’t one to have nothing to say, but he was truly speechless at the sweetness of his husband. “It’s perfect.”

“We have photos up all over the house but you have been talking about wanting to get some paintings to switch things up.” Race shrugged. “Figured that would be a great place to start.”

Squeezing Race’s hand, Spot dropped another kiss on his forehead. “Thank you Racer. It’s perfect.”

“You’re welcome, Spottie.” He yawned again, closing his eyes, sighing as he laid against Spot’s chest. “You’ve taken care of me more times than I can count so I just wanted to say thank you and that I’m really happy you’re my husband.”

“Love you Racer.” Spot murmured, sinking deeper into the couch, enjoying the warmth of Race on his chest.

“Love you too Spottie.” Race murmured sleepily, falling deeper into a sleepy state.

With his puppy on one side of him and his husband on the other, Spot sighed, happily. No other place he’d rather be . . . though if his husband wasn’t injured, it would be the perfect end to a perfect day.

Thanks Anonie for sending that in. This was fun to write! Feedback would be wonderful!

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atomic-lexa · 6 years ago

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71. “You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me and 76. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” for Deacon please?

A Dream of You

(Deacon/Sole Survivor)

Prompt #71: “You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Prompt #76: “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

Unforgiving, the synth-saving business. Doing what he considered ‘good’ in an avaricious and ashen world scarcely had its perks. Still, nights like this, it all seemed especially taxing. He could barely see the lantern light in the shop window through the pelting rain. He wasn’t going to complain- not with Sole and the Synth, Martin (M5-29, as it were), in his company. He looked back, to make sure they were still close. Sole had their jacket over Martin’s head, left to be washed by the torrent downpour themself.

He pulled at the door to the shop, and held it open for them. Inside, the steady pummeling of the storm was muted, though persistent. Sole worked to dry themself off, and Deacon did the same. The chill would set in soon, he knew, but they had shelter now, and he had a job to do. At this moment, it was entertaining his party so they wouldn’t think about it.

“Rough night, huh?” He prompted, flashing a grin at Martin. The synth offered a sheepish smile, too tired and cold to laugh.

“We’re almost home, Martin.” Sole said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder, in hopes encouragement might seep through the soaked leather of his jacket. Martin blinked gratefully, instructed silence from his previous agent, but conveying his emotions nonetheless.

Moments like that, they made the whole thing worth it. After Switchboard, it didn’t seem like they’d ever be back to business- not without the crippling paranoia, anyway. But here, no matter what he’d done before, this helping of someone lost, someone scared; he was good here. This was merciful atonement. Helping someone who needed it, obsequious to innocent compassion.

The rain eased, reduced to fingers drumming lightly on the roof. They were waiting for an Agent to meet them, and after passing off Martin into safe hands, were likely to return to old North for a modest rest before returning to the field. Deacon sat back, keeping an eye out to ensure that the lantern was still burning softly.

“Sensors indicating concealed organic life form.”

The low, processed voice came from just outside their shelter. He straightened, head snapping back toward the door. None of them moved. The sound of fiber-plastic scuffing concrete was closer now, and Sole reached for their weapon. Deacon didn’t have a slealthboy on him. He untucked the Deliverer from his coat and moved fluidly to a shadowed corner of the room- knowing hiding from Gen 2’s was ardently useless. Sole ushered Martin away from the door, but before they got behind cover, the door, though barricaded, snapped open. Sole shouted something, before pushing Martin from the line of laser shots that illuminated the darkness in azure flashes; finding old wood instead of flesh. Deacon fired from the other side of the room, hitting one bot in the head, and grazing another- which Sole took care of.

From the sound of it, there were more. Deacon took Martin by the arm and pulled him up a flight of stairs, to the second level of the building, Sole covering the rear.

“Don’t worry. This kinda stuff happens all the time.” He said to the frightened synth with a smile. That was a lie. In fact, Deacon’s heart was racing thinking about Sole on the floor below taking on god-knows-how-many Gen 2’s by themself.

He brought Martin to a window with a fire escape. “Get down there, and go around the Southside of the city until you make it to the brewery. Wait for us there. And don’t worry- you’ll be totally fine.” Something like glass breaking sounded loudly from downstairs. “We’re experts.” He smiled. Deacon patted his back, and ensured he made it safely down the escape, before dropping his confident countenance and rushing back down the stairs.

The lantern had tipped over, and the oil had lit- he was greeted by dancing flames, and a vibrant orange. Numerous synth bodies littered the floor, but Sole was taking cover behind an old shelf. Blood smeared their face, and they had a hand gripping their shoulder, their weapon in the other. Deacon went to them, still hearing synthetic murmurs from outside.

“It’s… It just grazed my shoulder.” They said, with effort.

“Well since you’re fine, would you mind getting the rest?” He said, without thinking, already pulling them up the stairs. They laughed weakly.

He helped them out the upstairs window, and back out into the drizzling rain. They struggled down the stairs, but did well enough supporting themself on ground level. Taking off toward the brewery, he didn’t stop to look back at the flames.

When nearly there, Sole slowed down, leaning on him increasingly as the night grew light with dawn’s arrival. It was more than just a graze, he knew. What wasn’t drenched with water and sweat, was soaked in hot blood. At the door of their destination, they collapsed into him. He didn’t mind carrying them in- he was impressed they’d made it as far as they did. But the weight of wondering if they would get back up again was nauseating.

He spent over an hour cleaning, stitching, and bandaging their wound. By that time, early morning, the Agent they’d been awaiting had found them at their back-up safehouse and picked up Martin, who was hesitant to leave- thanking Deacon profusely. He didn’t think he deserved any thanks. It was Sole who had held off countless Gen 2’s and almost died in the process.

Nevertheless, they were alone now. And Deacon didn’t know what to do with himself; worse, he didn’t know what he’d do with himself if they didn’t wake up.

Walking over to where they lay on a worn couch, he took a seat in a chair nearby. Reaching over, he took their cold hand in his.

“Sole,” He said softly. Softly, for his fear that it might be the last time he had the privilege of saying it.

“You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me. And you need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” It wasn’t a lie. When he met them, loneliness lost it’s appeal. Mystery lost its seduction. Lies lost their magic. He’d only wanted them; the subtle nuances in the way they spoke and held themself. He found himself wanting to tell them the truth- wanting to give them that part of himself he’d only ever given to people who were now dead. He didn’t want to be alone anymore; the kind of alone where you’re surrounded by people but not a single one of them has any idea who or what you are.

Pulling himself together, slowly, he sank down, laying his head beside them. Though he couldn’t bring himself to sleep, he closed his eyes. Doc Carrington would critique his suturing skills, but if Sole lived, it was enough.

He had no inkling of how much time passed while he grappled with his fear and existentialism. There was a small movement in the hand he held. He sat up quickly, studying them. Their chest rose subtly, and they swallowed. Finally, their eyes opened so slightly, he almost couldn’t tell they were open. They turned their head to him.

“Hey, buddy. How ya feelin’?” Despite his diction, he couldn’t hide his fear or exhaustion by the wavering of his voice.

“Is Martin safe?” They asked, in nothing more than a hoarse whisper.

He nodded. “Safe and sound. You did a hell of a job, heavy. As usual.”

They smiled. “Deacon,”

“Yeah, partner?”

“You’re holding my hand.”

He pretended to be confused, holding up their arm, and theatrically inspecting it. “Oh, this? I could have sworn this was mine! Thought I lost it back there…”

Sole laughed, which quickly turned into a cough. They squeezed his hand softly. “We made it, partner.” He moved to lace their fingers with his.

“Yeah. We did.”

I’m emo cause I’ve been listening to Wasteland, Baby! nonstop, so this ended up longer than I originally intended. Only the best for the Deacon stans out there

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wakabond-blog · 7 years ago

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PyeongChang Men’s SP Reaction

FOREWARNING: someone remind me to never do this again I literally sweat through my shorts going through this emotional earthquake

I had reservations about doing this reaction post but I’m watching the NBC mini-promos for everyone (cue lil’ kid saying that Javi is his ONLY hero <3) competing tonight and all the feels flooding in.

Also gonna put my dream podium out there in advance so I can lay claim to my fantasies before they possibly flop: Yuzu, Nathan, Javi (in that order for Gold, Silver, and Bronze), but ofc the best scenario is that everyone skates well and leaves the ice happy and the gremlin judges can do whatever. I haven’t watched a lot of the earlier-group men this season, but looking at their music choices I’m pretty excited for Julian Zhi Jie Yee’s Build a Home program (P/C’s 2016 FS from Euros that year still sticks with me) and hopefully Yaroslav hits his 4F. Just writing out everyone’s name is getting me hella nervous

THIRTY ONE GUYS UP 4 HOURS FML LET’S GIT TO IT, first group up on warmup ice: ayyy Vincent hitting a nice 4Lz-3T

AHHH NBC dropping me randomly into Felipe Montoya’s program right into a botched 3F-2T; c’mon man AISH U TOOK AWAY JAVIER RAYA’S SPOT FOR THIS uwu I kinda dig the all white costume tho but must be a binch to find from the audience viewpoint

Chafik Besseghier actually into taximan more than during the Team SP like yeah sure NBC say it’s part of “French creativity” but that taxi look is wonky...points for commitment though, right? 77.01 with all those lil’ green boxes gouda job Chafik; also a note on that French quirky creativity comment anyone else remember Brian Joubert trying to “disprove” people calling him gay by doing a nude photoshoot

MY BOI Vincent Zhou HITS DAT 4Lz-3T first at the Olympics with that 4Lz-3T combo!!! gah other two jumps off-axis but damn he has the hardest technical content but man you gotta deliver all of it including rotations and GOE; also *pushes glasses up* Vincent ~almost~ got a perfect ACT score wat u doing get that 36 (LOL AT THE COMMENTATORS SAYING HIS SIS GOT A PERFECT SCORE); BANG 84.53 with some stubby GOEs I can live with that new season’s best YAAAS u chase those cars

Okay so the announcement for Denis Ten is in English over the loudspeakers but there’s like a little interruption when they just repeat the word “Kazakhstan” but in Korean phonetics; REIGNING BRONZE MEDALIST LET’S GO nope there goes the 4S-->2S, NICE triple axel though!, also loving the royal blue shirt, triple lutz triple NO (sorry had to say that), but the music is great kinda operatic but not like a loud Bocelli; considering his injuries and other hurdles this is alright, his entire season had a rough start ALSO the flower girls have dresses that match the rink so QUTE also Frank Carroll is still not retired mkay

Matteo Rizzo NICE 3A also considering that this is choreo’d by his mom this is great, strong Italian vibes, really good lines, straight camel with the leg position above the hip, good rotation; love the arms out of the 3Lz this would be a program I would want to do OKAY NBC WE GET THAT U NEED A QUAD TO GET ON THE PODIUM but friggin Matteo’s job is to make his mom choreo proud also considering how this is by far the biggest stage he’s been on after dethroning Ivan Righini, dis is gr8

Michael Christian Martinez honestly still love his taking YOI in stride basically Phichit IRL, not a great performance by any means, really low score in the 50s sheesh but hey that signature Biellmann though! this first group was alright still looking ahead

Yaroslav Paniot that was rough :/// also he took out the 4F and fell on all 3 passes (I mean he landed on his knee on the axel but like...what do you even call that?) damn Tammy Gambill coaches him too, into last place :(( it’s okay Yaroslav

Yan Han going for that hard nose blow and tissue grab looks intense LOVE THAT HARD SLAP ON THE BARRIER you got this my man, AHHH yas more Twilight, NICE TRIPLE AXEL BEST SO FAR man was that rotation fast, crap that 4T still looking for a clean toe in this comp; also these SPs are passing really quickly, Vincent still in the lead after Han’s 80.63

Julian Zhi Jie Yee OMGOMGOMG okay excited for this, awww love the shot back to the opening ceremony; love his shirt with the slight slit V not intrusive but modern and sleek LOVE LOVE LOOOOOVE it; AHHH THE BEATS OF BUILD A HOME ready for this show off for Malaysia, NICE TRIPLE AXEL he had so much space coming down, maintaining composure, come on GREAT LUTZ halfway mark here come the lyrics and ahhh slipping on the 3F-3T, I think that content should be enough for him to make the FS, lines could be a bit better but his spin levels seem there good for him! Man he really floated on the 3A I’m hoping this’ll go into the low 70s yep 73.58 good score for him

And cue more ice-less places Brendan Kerry kinda attractive in that down-under way, used to be really smol but then hit that caucasian puberty WHOOO first clean 4T of the comp, like the shimmery dark blue shirt, nice 3Lz-3T who needs a quad sal if there’s anything the pairs comp taught us it’s that going clean leaves a greater impression than hard tricks, saved that 3A, this cut of Everybody Wants to Rule the World is so #inspirational someone get me my book of self-affirmations also getting all these coach-skater revelations Nikolai Morozov coaches Kerry?? dang, whoa slots right in behind Vincent with an 83 and change

Moris Kvitelashvili okay who tf put his name as Morisi on the official docs they actually announced his names as that ETERI U ONLY HAVE ONE BOY, bring on the Buble, smooth 3A that flow, def on feelin good on that 4S, after Boyangman’s Spiderman program I’ve grown to have a deeper appreciation for Michael Buble, he’s really tall but one of those lanky awkward guys but eh I give him props for having the gumption to compete for Georgia and getting to compete on Olympic ice

Keegan Messing LOL his intro “actually born in Alaska, proficient Yo-Yo master” aww singin in the rain WOW nice 4T-3T I’m laughin at clouds too Keegan, oof that 3A fall though, very fast spinner no travelling either...okay but seriously can we get RIka Kihira here to give these guys a 3A clinic or something, for a second this really feels like a Javi program, nice 3Lz to finish out the jumps my god I thought his coach was either Eteri/Shawn White c.2010 hair wow 85 taking away the lead from Vincent; 12 men done, 18 left!

This next warmup group Danny wit dat fresh haircut, NBC hyping up the final group omg chill ur horses, Michal with those sleeve ribbons!

Michal Brezina those bedazzled dragons, WOW QUAD sal (okay I thought it was a flip at first), good 3A nothing under review, not to compare but to compare this is like Seimei beta ver., beautiful delayed 3F, also I feel like I hear people clapping along to the drums but I don’t see anyone...it’s prolly the NK cheer squad, this skate should just sneak into 1st, damn his profile sideshot looks like a dinosaur, AWWW RAF lol still surprised by these coaching situations OH BOI lol just into 1st by 0.04 over Keegan

Cha Junhwan c’mon get that gypsy dance on bring the soul of Wakaba to the games (I expect shoulder shimmies), TAKE A DEEEEP breath Brian, wow dicey moment with the 3F-3T but landed flawlessly, even better 3A crowd goes WILDDDD, quick interjection these scores that are starting to pile into the mid-80s are seriously reminding me of the bronze-medal battle in Sochi I mean yeah now there’s a pretty solid list of 5/6 guys for the podium but still..chills..., might have urs but really bringing the energy otherwisein the stsq arms flairs right on the beat of the music (I’ll count those as shimmies) wow first standing O very well deserved all the korean flags!!

Other sidenote you know who’s gonna get more cool team jackets than Marina Zueva? Brian friggin Orser: Canada, Korea, Japan, Spain, Kazakhstan! all those colors!! gotta catch ‘em all and with a score of 83+ Junhwan goes into that pack of mid-80s

Paul Fentz jacksepticeye doppleganger back on the ice, honestly great 3T-3T screw the squad his air position is really good, wow wild like on the 3A but again great air position (honestly this plus straight legs on camel spins are like the must-haves), also loving this jazzy music it works for him, Wonderwall was WUNDERFUL

Interjection of hockey testosterone jeez being a referee in that would be terrifying you’re wearing no padding sheesh

Misha Ge okay srsly what is the point of saying “Uzbekistan” in English and then again in Korean phonetics? not into the brown ombre, good 3A, getting gypsy pirate vibes gawd that spin extension though ta die fo

Cutaway to Yuzu absolutely DESTROYIN that EZ applesauce pouch (okay it’s not applesauce but man is he twistin every last drop out)

And since I’m already doing this huge ass shitpost I might as well comment on some of the commercials, the 23andme thing where Warren Buffett narrates “ill let u choose any car but u only get one you’d take care of it so well right WELL THAT’s UR BODY”...kinda hypocritical coming from a dude who only eats McDs, See’s Candies, Coke and steak...

Jorik Hendrickx awww I actually had no idea his sis Loena made it too, gosh Je Suis Malade reminds me of Adelina’s failed comeback...anyway good 3A to start; I remember how emotional his qualifying through Nebelhorn was enjoy this bb, wow he’s gonna join the mid-80s pack too judges panicking how tf do we separate them AWW Loena clapping so cute and Jorik smiling!! love this

Also screaming about how I can see the final group on my shitpost list getting closer to my cursor *bites nails*

Literally the biggest actual fuqboi of this comp Daniel Samohin is up with a new ‘do that fresh fade also doesn’t he have that company/group thing black wolf white wolf WELL DAMN BLACK WOLF JUST HIT HIS 4T-3T god remember when he destroyed his shoulder at Skate America, whoa first two clean quads of the comp so far who knew flopchild would it get together at the Olympics also classic Daniel guitar solo ay fuq down on the 3A gdi this is why we can’t have nice things LOL also the first skater to finish in the wrong direction, cute lil’ smile at the end though! Also gonna hit the low-80s aww happy tears!!! omg is that Nikolai Morozov yup 80 points and change jeez top 6 all separated by less than 2 points lol

Group 4 on the ice jeez those short sleeves SLAY BOI LOL THESE ADAM PROMOS literally all of the vernacular “fierce, I’m a full prone monster” *smizes* okay I’m going for a walk and hope to be back by Deniss see ya’ll in a quick sec and good luck to the first five in this group...but srsly I gotta get up or else risk carpal tunnel at this point </3

Adam Rippon, Dmitri Aliev

Okay jk I made it back for Patrick Chan midway through his performacne looks like his first couple jump elements were good supposedly missed his 3A he looks really tense damn PChiddy it’s alright (sidenote his chest looks bigger than I remember), also ofc Dimi is in the lead now with a tech score over 50

Keiji Tanaka, Alexei Bychenko both happened but I took a shower to be clean for some clean skates

Also isn’t it crazy how Deniss is literally skating right before Yuzu man those world standings were a bit of a surprise at first Deniss Vasiljevs (jk my shower also overran his performance so I’m looking at the protocols rn but hey, good thing is my energy’s now conserved for GROUP 6!)

YESS NBC showing (at least part of) the warmup; Javi hits a BOSS 4S so smooth; Nathan’s smiling, Yuzu looks healthy! my god seeing all the faves on ice together warming up at the OLYMPIC stage is just *clutches chest* a lil’ too much for a casual Thursday evening; okay one more set of commercials and we are off to the RACES!!!

Yuzuru Hanyu TAKES THE ICE the first bars of Ballade a personal fave piece, breatheee, head roll, sway,ohmigod you could hear the sound of a pin dropping, come one quad sal to open...YES OH MY GOD NICE 13 POINTS!!! for that one element, great donut spin, 1 2 3 1 2 3 getting all of his levels ofc great character in spins timed to music, love the sound of his blades BLIND MOHAWK INTO 3A TRADEMARK HIT IT’S HAPPENING ONLY THE COMBO LEFT IS HE GONNA DO THE RIPPON ON THE END YES NICE HE HIT IT OH MY FUQQIN GOD THE POOHS THE OBAACHANS IN THE AUDIENCE THIS IS SERIOUSLY MAGICAL BEAT THAT WOWOWOW THE POOH BEARS RAIN DOWN AGAIN I have never seen so many thrown down at once at him DAMN; this is a true champion, my god yes yes YES!!!! my god I don’t know how get got that 3T WITH RIPPON out at the end lol Ghislain Briand and B Orser jumping; WORLD RECORD GIVE IT TO HIM NEVER DOUBT YU.ZU.RU. HAN.YU; BAM 111 triple ONES BEAT THAT YESS AND HE’S SMILING

OKay okay I gotta calm down for Nathan Chen the Poohs are cleared, yes this is a POTO costume but he looks good; GOD DAMN IT CAMERAMAN YOU MISSED THE FUQQIN DIP YOU HAD ONE JOB ARGHHHH, blade sounds are louder than YUZUS BUT HERE COMES THE 4LZ...OH SHIT MY GOD AND THE QUAD TOE JESUS FUCKING HELL IT WASN’T A COMBO either wow...I’m speechless..come one Nate finish it out finish it out OH FUCKING...33 TECHSCoRE?!?!?!?!?!? He’s still breathing though, looks alright, okay he’s still honestly so young and I understand he exudes this chill outlook which is great but all the pressure had to have gotten him (or he just got unlucky with this bad day :///) nerves?? I know there’s still the free skate left but I want him to walk away from all this feeling okay, not hating skating or anything and making a comeback (hopefully??) in Beijing and maybe having a Chloe Kim kind of moment OH FUQ 13th place 82+...my god

Mikhail Kolyada actually shaking his head after seeing Nathan’s scores we’re all shocked buddy; but skate well hit that sky-high lutz loving your mozart, come on come one; okay triple honestly I just don’t want to see any more thuds on the ice that’s good oh fuck...4T a goner out of the four disciplines this is the one that has the least assured gold medalist and maybe that’s contributing to the nerves? It’s okay Mikhail, your 3A was pretty, and YAY GOT A SMILEY SPASIBO y’know at the Olympics all I can hope for as a spectator is that everyone skates happy and goes as big and clean as possible and leaves happy or at least not too hard on themselves and I know that’s easy to say but so much of sports/life in general is psychological and it just pains me to think of how these guys might react to this under-delivered performances

Shoma Uno smolma please whisk us away with Winter, literally gonna bounce the fuq off of Shrooma if he lands everything please save this; NICE 4F, lines ofc can’t compete with Hanyu but you know...World Silver...he’s got the goods, get those clean edges, skating skills, stsq levels, okay 4T YES YES YES 3T great my god SHOMA SAVES THE TRIPLE AXEL PRAISE AWWWW THE SMILE!!!!! FUCKING MELTING FOR THIS DARK HORSE WHO BTW IS WORLD SILVER REIGNING, MY GOD THIS IS CLUTCH; AND HE HAS HIGHLIGHTS TAKE THAT BINCH, ugh I’m so conflicted right now with all of these flops and clean skates and my head is muddled guessing 106 okay okay lowballed the components gets a 104 also had to save a couple landings I get it but THOSE THUNDERTHIGHS SAVING THE DAY

Javier Fernandez oh please please please all I want is for you to bring home a medal GIVE US CHAPLIN GIVE US 4S AND 4T3T THIS IS YOUR CHANCE GO FOR IT, NICE ON THE COMBO, NICE 4S HOLY HELL ALSO SHOUTOUT TO MY MOM FOR RECOGNIZING THIS AS CHAPLIN U KNOW HE’S DOING HIS JOB and that AMAZING TRIPLE AXEL; so lovely oh my god this is beautiful, tbh I think my mom is actually falling in love with him “his costume looks so good on him O.O” she’s predicting he’ll win and my mom is like...never wrong so...okay tech score just exactly 60, I’m hoping 109 range oh my god GIVE HIM THE PCS IF NOT FOR HIM FOR MY MOM OH MY GOD

HYPING UP Jin Boyang for my mom okay come on GIVE US THAT CROUCHING TIGER MAGIC, LORI CHOREO DO UR FUQQIN $10K MAGIC, AMAZING 4LZ-3T, ONE OF THE BEST 4T, OG QUAD KING TARA MENTION THAT YES YES *DOES MERYL MEME POINTING FINGERS*, BEAT DRUM DROP, ERHU YES THAT 3A OH MY GOD YES YES YES JIN GO GO GO YES THE KARATE HANDS IN THE SIT SPIN, WORD THE STSQ YOU’RE GETTING ALL OF THE LEVELS GO GO GO THIS IS YOUR LAST ELEMENT HIT THE POSES GET THE EDGES GET THE TURNS KICK TWIZZLES BUTTERFLY KICK YES FIST PUMP YES YES YES YES YESSSSSS MY GOD YES GIVE HIM A SCORE TO COMPETE WITH SHOMA 104+, okay okay I can work with 103.32

Okay wow so heading into the FS tomorrow:

-Nathan, get that redemption skate, go big, go clean, love it, love yourself

-Yuzuru: bring that Seimei power, work your natural magic, be yourself, keep the intensity, and just let it flow

-Javi: VAMOS VAMOS VAMOS BE QUIXOTE, get your own redemption from Sochi (also lol I don’t think it matters what happens in the end but you’ve already won in my mother’s heart)

-Shoma: SHOOM SHOOM INTO OUR HEARTS EVEN MORE, channel your 2017 Worlds Diva moment, do it do it DO IT

-Boyang: BRING THE STAR WARS HIT US WITH THAT ANGELIC SAUCE

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cerealmonster15 · 8 years ago

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if red vs blue characters went to Hogwarts witch houses do you think they`d be in?

i gotta say i’m fighting the urge to throw the entire bgc into hufflepuff bc lbrit’s the perfect house for ~misfits~ [im p sure in one of the hufflepuff descriptions they literally say theyll take you if you dont fit anywhere else]

a refresher of traits from the wiki-

Gryffindor: bravery, daring, nerve, and chivalry

Hufflepuff: hard work, dedication, patience, loyalty, and fair play

Ravenclaw: intelligence, knowledge, and wit

Slytherin: ambition, cunning and resourcefulness

the wiki also said gryffindors tended to be buds with hufflepuffs and ravenclaws were with slytehrins so u could totally put the reds in gryf/huff vs the blues in raven/slyth lmfao [both bc colors and personalities]

i’m only gonna stick with the bgc for now so lessee:

Red Team:

Sarge- Gryffindor, probably, with his “brave/bold/daring” traits. mr macho action man lmfao. he probably could also fit in slytherin for his intense ambition for BEATING THE BLUES

Grif- tbh i feel like he’d be a good slytherin because of the lengths he goes to get out of work. he seems like he’s pretty cunningish and resourceful when he wants to be. i could also see him being a ravenclaw sheerly by like, finding “loophole” answers to the dorm door’s questionscould also be hufflepuff if the hat felt the others didn’t work for him/”plz put me in hufflepuff they live near the kitchen”

Simmons- ravenclaw or hufflepuff. he seems to be pretty booksmart and probably does riddles and puzzles for fun. he’d probably either be really good or really bad at the door riddles. hufflepuff works too bc he does seem to work pretty hard and is loyal(ish??) to his team (???) (simmons confuses me sometimes) (hes got that superiority complex so i shrug)

Donut- my biased hufflepuff heart really wants him in hufflepuff, and tbh i do think he’d fit really well in there, but i also think he’d make a really good gryffindor. hes pretty down to do whatever and really likes action and adventure. he took down freckles and threw grenades at tex robots, but also is a friendly dude who loves his pals (”CANT YOU SEE YOURE TEARING THIS FAMILY APART-”) and just. my baby. gryffinpuff :’)

Lopez- please put lopez in slytherin lmfao, or maybe ravenclaw? super early on, back when lopez was like, ride or die for red team and loved them as his creators, he woulda fit more in gryffindor or hufflepuff, but now im feelin the other two a bit more. hes definitely a skilled dude and very full of snarky wit (tho in the last few seasons he stood by his team when they had to fight so shrug)slytherin probs first but ravenclaw or gryffindor would work for him too

Blue Team:

Church- I see alpha more as slytherin and epsilon(i said bgc but shhh) as a little more gryffindor. kinda hard to explain with him tbh but. i FEEL it.

Tucker- hes another one i cant pin too well lmfao. I feel like he could be a Gryffindor, esp with the chorus arc shaping him up to be a LEADER. love my son and his character development. Slytherin is mostly bc of his stupid schemes to get ladies to date him ;p but maybe also again, chorus attack plans and ideas and stuff were sometimes pretty crafty? i cant really decide if his recent behavior would be more gryffindor or slytherin (slytherin turned griffindor?) but like. i could also totally see hufflepuff tucker Just Because. hes like, sitting there trying to argue with the hat like “no fuckin way put me in something cooler” but the hat sees Great Things for you young boy. into hufflepuff you goit grows on him

Caboose- hufflepuff first bc of his loyalty to his friends and his willingness to befriend anyone (does that count as patience)(like it must take the most patient person in the world to be bffs with church). he works hard to help his friends and i just think that’s perfect for him. he arguably might also fit in ravenclaw (he has good ideas sometimes and definitely thinks outside the box) (he and grif probably come up with the more creative door riddle answers) and possibly gryffindor (hes the TRUE WARRIOR and led his own team so?? idk lmfao)

Tex- Slytherin. I feel like the quote “No, scheming looks different. That’s definitely plotting,” says it all. I love her

Kaikaina/Sister- hufflepuff or gryffindor. she seems pretty go with the flow but also ready to stick to what she puts her mind to. she seems like she’d be a good leader and would be a kickass loyal friend

Captain Butch Flowers™- probably slytherin considering all those season 14 antics we got to see with him and vic behind the scenes. hes a sneaky man and definitely could pull the wool over everyone’s eyesgranted, i could also see him as a hufflepuff. aside from the whole Secret Director Stuff, he does seem like a pretty genuine and good dude who cares about his men (”i wasnt planning on having any of my men get killed! that would just be bad leadership :)”) and is all about them gettin their “mission” done and working well together or whatever. hes good for morale lmfao. slytherpuff

Sheila bc why not- i feel like slytherin would work for her. shes smart and sneaky and sarcastic and Good at Things. idk man i just think it Works for her

Other:

Doc- hufflepuff bc hes Bad at everything. hes one of the ones in there because he doesnt fit into the other houses, but also seems like a hardworking/patient dude at times, doesnt get into team rivalry and just wants people to get along without violence (usually)

Bonus O’malley: either a slytherin bc of all his evil schemes, or that kid that wants to be a “slytherin villain” but gets put in hufflepuff immediately lmfao

Bonus Wyoming: Slytherin, also. a sneaky bounty hunter with the time travel/cloning manipulation stuff? he was a pretty formidable foe at the time so i’d say he’d do well here

i was gonna say i fear people will be mad at me for sorting people wrong but like. i couldnt even pick just one house for a n y o n e so

#crying my essay is now over here u go im so sorry #rvb #red team #blue team #hp #long post #Anonymous #asks

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wakabond-blog · 7 years ago

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THIRTY ONE GUYS UP 4 HOURS FML LET’S GIT TO IT, first group up on warmup ice: ayyy Vincent hitting a nice 4Lz-3T

This next warmup group Danny wit dat fresh haircut, NBC hyping up the final group omg chill ur horses, Michal with those sleeve ribbons!

Interjection of hockey testosterone jeez being a referee in that would be terrifying you’re wearing no padding sheesh

Cutaway to Yuzu absolutely DESTROYIN that EZ applesauce pouch (okay it’s not applesauce but man is he twistin every last drop out)

Also screaming about how I can see the final group on my shitpost list getting closer to my cursor *bites nails*

Adam Rippon, Dmitri Aliev

Keiji Tanaka, Alexei Bychenko both happened but I took a shower to be clean for some clean skates

Okay wow so heading into the FS tomorrow:

-Nathan, get that redemption skate, go big, go clean, love it, love yourself

-Yuzuru: bring that Seimei power, work your natural magic, be yourself, keep the intensity, and just let it flow

-Javi: VAMOS VAMOS VAMOS BE QUIXOTE, get your own redemption from Sochi (also lol I don’t think it matters what happens in the end but you’ve already won in my mother’s heart)

-Shoma: SHOOM SHOOM INTO OUR HEARTS EVEN MORE, channel your 2017 Worlds Diva moment, do it do it DO IT

-Boyang: BRING THE STAR WARS HIT US WITH THAT ANGELIC SAUCE

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