#performance enhancements

[historyofguns]

The article, "Is a Custom Pistol a Waste of Money?" by Clayton Walker, delves into the value and advantages of purchasing a high-grade, custom-level pistol. Clayton appreciates the quality and precision of custom pistols like the 1911, which feature carefully fitted components and trigger systems that enhance their performance. However, he notes that a top-tier pistol won't necessarily compensate for a novice shooter’s lack of skill. He argues that while modern entry-level pistols offer great accuracy and reliability, custom guns with additional features can enhance shooting performance, allowing shooters to reach their full potential. He acknowledges the appeal of custom pistols’ aesthetics and potential for longevity, making them desirable investments for enthusiasts. Ultimately, Walker suggests that the decision to buy a custom pistol should balance personal value, needs, and the desire for improved shooting accuracy through upgraded equipment.

[sable-skies]

headcanon: twilight does that nervous dog side eye thing when bothered

[painted-bees]

Margie doesn't banter with the crowd during concerts, but she carries the music.

[oc]

[fictionadventurer]

Me when St. John first speaks: Unfortunately, my imagination has given him a really good voice. I may have to root for him over Rochester.

Me after St. John says more words: Never mind.

[alacants]

i really love fics where there is clearly a fully-realized world underpinning the story but it isn't overexplained—the author relies on you to intuit the necessary background from the information presented in the foreground. i'm therefore about to overexplain the figure skating au to within an inch of its natural life. 

this is tagged role reversal and that was the basic premise—au where jannik is the one from a country with a recent record of success and carlos is from the middle of the fucking wilderness. tennistically skateistically speaking.

fs fans will know that the italian skating federation is right on the border of powerhouse status—it's not quiiiite big 3-4 (russia, canada, us, arguably japan/france) but it's real close. their greatest success hasn't necessarily been in the men's discipline but should a generational talent come along all the elements would be in place to immediately launch him into the stratosphere from the comfort of almost-home. jannik's nearly-lifelong training base—the icelab in bergamo— is only about 100 miles from sexten as the crow flies, just a bit farther than the distance between murcia and villena. the sacrifice is his mother driving him 3 hours there and back on saturdays, then later on boarding in bergamo during the week and going home on the weekends. a small metaphorical price to pay to train at an isu center of excellence from literal childhood.

(so why did it take jannik so long to break through? jump consistency—he lost his jumps after a massive growth spurt and, as the headcase references indicate, even after he got them back he stayed spooked for a long time. the real bergamo legacy is his pure and flawless skating skills, good enough that even the heavily foreshadowed simone-fixing-carlos montage won't be enough to catch up. and he'll still have those skills after his body can't hold up to the jumps any more, just as carlos will still have unmatched performance quality. in a way their late-career competitions are going to be much more interesting than their peak.)

meanwhile, spain. if you don't know much about figure skating i cannot emphasize the extent to which, on the figure skating map, spain is nothing and nowhere. …or was, until out of the blue they produced world champion and olympic bronze medalist javier fernandez. javi falls neatly in between the juanki and carlos generations, so i've split him in two and made juanki the freak pioneer, the one didn't quite beat the structural disadvantage, and carlos the freak protege, the one who will.

juanki… oh juanki. comment referring to him as the local narrative punching bag couldn't be more correct. imagine if irl juanki was exactly the same except born in a country where no one played tennis. this is what it's like to be figure skater juan carlos ferrero, a special talent in an esoteric sport with no resources whatsoever.

the only way juanki would have been able to achieve what he did in the late 90s/early 2000s is to have begun training abroad no later than his mid-teens. you can draw the obvious corollary wrt his family history. something he would have deeply conflicted feelings about, even today, manifesting in a total commitment to his life's mission: a real purpose-built training rink in his part of spain. a mission that is much, MUCH more quixotic than a tennis academy. the most he can dream of is to provide a good environment to learn the fundamentals, help young skaters start competing, bring in guest experts and host training camps and maybe, just maybe, someday, this will help a kid with promise make a real go of figure skating. and then he gets carlos.

right person, right place, right time. carlos is able to launch himself as a competitive junior skater while training in his home country, propelled by juanki's resistance to the idea that the only path to success must be for a child to leave their home and family + learned experience that it's possible to come from a humble skating background and still medal at the top. this is very good for carlos at first. this is less good for carlos later.

namely i think that when carlos first begins to advance there's an element of… idealism? pride? naivete? in how juanki understands his own career, that serves as a early blind spot. like, yes, world bronze, european champion… under the 6.0 system, courtesy of a certain amount of patronization. the judges are happy to reward this obvious talent who may not have the technical chops but has a real feel for the ice, a special quality to his performance… to a point. but that bronze was his ceiling. he was never going to be in the running for gold next. (which doesn't matter, since in 2004 he got the first of several injuries and by 2006 it was all over.) 

20 years later, this is not that different from the judging that lifted carlos to the euro gold. here is an obvious talent performing the skate of a lifetime and landing quads. when the faves flop—casper ruud that was your title for the taking!—you bet he's going to get rewarded. but you only get that shock and awe bump once. (also those quads were sooooo underrotated. his jump technique is Not Good.) afterwards, he's going to suffer from an expectation gap. seventh at the olympics is a much more realistic assessment of the tier he'll find himself in…. unless he makes a big change.

for non-fs fans… it's hard to explain all the factors that influence a supposedly objective score, but suffice to say there are many, many intangibles including but not limited to politicking and packaging. politicking = networking and advocacy on your behalf by your federation and/or coach. a federation like spain has zero power, so it would all come down to the coach. packaging = your combination of music/costume/choreo style, your image on the ice. does it look good and do you sell it well. a coach who hasn't been engaged at the elite senior level for 18 years is going to struggle because what worked in 2003 isn't necessarily going to work in 2022. and part of coaching is understanding what judges want and giving it to them. 

(you know juanki's still resisting the music-with-lyrics rule change so hard. he might understand it but he does NOT like it.)

juanki's a fast learner but he's all on his own out here—trying to coach carlos and teach regular lessons and keep the rink operational. he's doing everything he possibly can to revive all his old skating connections from 2003 and leverage them on carlos' behalf but that's only a drop in the bucket. he could drop all his other obligations and devote himself solely to leveling up as an elite senior coach for carlos, but it still might not be enough, fast enough. and it would kill the rink.

deep down he knows that he should have pushed carlos to make the switch immediately after that breakthrough season. he just resisted it for a long time. he doesn't want carlos to leave! he cares about him so much! how could he not, this magic gift from the fates, the consolation and the reward and the meaning to everything he's worked for over the last 17 years of his life! like. jesus. i am actually making myself feel bad thinking about this but it has to happen and juanki knows it has to happen. carlos fought him for MONTHS before accepting it, and it should go without saying that the major reason he did finally accept it was—in every sense of this word—the carrot. lmao.

(what finally pushed juanki over the line? well, it hurt to see carlos' scores that post-euro season, when he knew what they really could be. he loves carlos. he wants more than anything for carlos to be the skater he has the potential to be. and also oh idk maybe there's a new relationship in his life that's helping him face up to some of these emotional challenges. examines nails.)

juanki's still going to be listed as part of carlos' coaching team, carlos is still going to spend the off-season training in valencia, the odds are good that juanki's going to be the one putting the cry in kiss&cry when milan rolls around. i think the carlos experience does inspire him to commit to high-level coaching and he becomes a fantastic and highly-regarded junior coach, with young skaters from across europe choosing to train with him. the rink in valencia gets a major upgrade and it might not ever be an isu center of excellence but it's a beloved community institution and a source of local pride. HAPPY ENDING!!!!

…got sidetracked there. anyway, the point of this story is: what if jannik was the one who desperately wanted to connect with someone on his level, only he didn't know it. until it happened. 

[strawberryspuffy]

(TW: Drug abuse spoken about lightheartedly)

Animatic based on the @tiptoeingquietly fic once again!

This audio was just too perfect lmaooo (creds to Doechii)

Read it here or never understand the context:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61257943/chapters/156556618

[orbitinthegalaxy]

this is a lil something I threw together in november, inspired by chapter 6/7 of @screams-in-writing’s “Performance Enhancing Coffee” fic on ao3!

I originally intended posting it as a collage of drawings based on this fic, but it got abandoned…and I found it collecting dust in my files. (I really should’ve posted it sooner, but better late than never, lmao.)

this is my second actual drawing of mr puzzles, so I’m still getting used to it, lol

[paunchbunny]

trans girlfriend who forcemascs you into the perfect fat subby butch. she just came out and started hrt and she wants to be a classic femme, and for that she needs a cute butch toy, right? she shows you how her tits are growing and sensitive then gropes yours and tells you she’s going to make sure they get nice and big too. she shows you off on dates at restaurants where she smiles that cruel, sweet little smile and taps on the menu to show you what to order - tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. she sits next to you at the bar, ordering beer after beer for you to pound back, stealing the occasional sip and stroking your growing beer gut. she loves it when you eat all her nice cooking, cherry pie on top of steak and potatoes, then lie in front of the TV nursing beers until your stomach creaks. she loves you drunk and sleepy and full, never more than when you roll over on top of her and she can feel how fucking big she’s gotten you. she loves having you on all fours and fucking the burps out of you, femme on top of a butch whose belly hangs down to press against the bed. she loves being in charge of your body, your clothes, your belly. she loves that she controls how strangers see you and that your friends know you’re like this because she’s made you like this. you love her control.

femme gf feeder with butch gf feedee my beloved 🌹

pls help me pop the buttons off my Hawaiian shirts (standard butch uniform ofc)

[plushefemme]

omg i am SO so close to moving out into my own apartment by myself (!!!!) like it’s gonna happen by the end of this month or early next month and my plan is to devote as much money as i reasonably can to food and really start gaining so i can make some content perhaps. and if i can get enough interest my goal would be to do sponsored stuffings at least weekly (that might be unrealistic but i wanna try) this is silly i feel like i’m writing in my diary but it’s just exciting :))

[alshaverpressbox]

tumblr ads if they were important (part 6/?)

[silcobottomgrowth]

do u guys think shimmer was silcos diy tshots

[guzhufuren]

I have never listened to Ateez. What is the very first song i should listen to?

Work is a good first one. here it is with visuals of cowboys, money laundering, chicken cuddles and ostrich riding 👍🐔

my youtube playlist of favourites in a specific order to listen to, in case it works out for you after the first one and you want to check more tracks

[jinruihokankeikaku]

Just played one of my best games of chess against a bot yet. Using my powers

[jaskefer]

Obsessed with the idea of Extraordinary Things being a back and forth between Jaskier and Radovid, with Jaskier trying to draw him out in the first verse, and Radovid finally answering him in the second.

Cause like, with Radovid, Jaskier meets someone who he can't fully read properly. He knows there's something under the front of a drunken, bumbling prince, but he doesn't know him well enough yet to be certain as to what.

So, he tests the waters a bit. throws out a line to see if Radovid will take it—and he does. A little bit. But it's so interesting to me, because it doesn't just feel like Jaskier is trying to nail down Radovid's truth in this verse; it feels like he's injecting elements of his own mask into it, as well.

"Keep your words on ice, your gaze lights the fire. They say 'keep on playing nice,' but I have no desire. Why waste our words when lips were made for extraordinary things? It's not a want, it's a need, it is paying no heed to what others say to sing."

This is Jaskier's read of Radovid as he knows him so far: a man hiding more complex wants beneath the veneer of a drunken party boy. But it's also Jaskier admitting that he knows this about Radovid because he wears the exact same mask himself.

Much like how Jaskier and Ciri speak through Geralt and Yennefer in order to process their own feelings about them later in the season, Jaskier sings through himself in order to comprehend who Radovid is. Jaskier is using the performative persona he's crafted for himself in an attempt to coax Radovid out of his.

All of it leads into the main intention of this song: "The greatest songs are made up of unspoken words of love. Of them, I've had enough. with you, I am enough." I am tired of having to put up a front. I want to be understood. I think you understand me. Prove me right.

And Radovid sees what Jaskier is doing. He comments on Jaskier's ability to see people for who they are and not who they pretend to be. But there's still more he wants to understand. This still feels like a game, in a way.

It's only after Radovid sees the brutality of Dijkstra and Philippa up close, watches them orchestrate the assassination of the queen and threaten to incriminate him if he doesn't fall in line, that he then grasps the vulnerability in Jaskier's lyrics. Jaskier is also caught between multiple conflicting desires, that of his loyalty to Geralt/Yen/Ciri, and that of his work as the Sandpiper & how said work is backed by his continued commitment to Redanian Intelligence. That internal conflict and the desire to escape it is also highlighted in the song's first verse ("they say keep on playing nice, but i have no desire"). Only after all of this, when true fear begins to take over and the game stops being fun, does Radovid truly begin to truly understand Jaskier.

And so, he seeks him out. And he responds.

“Drop the sweet disguise, your heart’s beating too loud. The fairytales and little lies can’t drown out all the sound.” You were right. I do understand you. I know what you really want, because we're the same. You can’t hide it behind a façade of a song and a story and a persona.

“Take this heart and break this heart for extraordinary things.” I don't know what will become of this, or us. I still don't fully know if we can trust each other. But no one has ever seen me in the way that you have.

It's not a want, it's a need. With you, I am enough.

[bardockarts]

Don’t ask about Optimus’s broken (and then apologetically mended) hip joints, either.