#personal-training-tampa

[sohofittampa]

Workout Routine Designed by Soho Fit

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Warm-up:

5-10 minutes of light cardio (jogging, cycling, or jumping jacks)

Dynamic stretches: arm circles, leg swings, torso twists (10 reps each side)

Strength Training:

Squats:

3 sets of 10-12 reps

Start with bodyweight squats, then progress to using a barbell or dumbbells for added resistance.

Push-ups:

3 sets of 8-12 reps

Modify as needed (knee push-ups or incline push-ups) to match your current fitness level.

Bent-over Rows:

3 sets of 10 reps

Use dumbbells or a barbell. Focus on keeping your back straight and pulling the weight towards your chest.

Lunges:

3 sets of 10 reps each leg

You can perform stationary lunges or walking lunges. Hold dumbbells for added resistance if desired.

Dumbbell Shoulder Press:

3 sets of 10 reps

Sit or stand with dumbbells at shoulder height, then press them overhead while keeping your core engaged.

Plank:

3 sets, hold for 30-60 seconds each

Maintain a straight line from head to heels. Keep your core and glutes engaged throughout.

Cool Down:

5-10 minutes of light cardio (walking or slow cycling)

Static stretching: focus on major muscle groups (hamstrings, quadriceps, chest, shoulders, back) holding each stretch for 15-30 seconds.

Tips:

Ensure proper form for each exercise to prevent injuries and maximize effectiveness.

Gradually increase weights or resistance as you get stronger.

Rest for 1-2 minutes between sets to allow for recovery.

Stay hydrated throughout your workout.

Listen to your body and adjust the intensity as needed.

Remember, consistency is key when it comes to seeing results from your workouts. If you have any specific goals or preferences, feel free to let me know, and I can tailor the routine accordingly!

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[starry-hughes]

wonder who i’m looking for

luke hughes x ex!reader

summary: you don’t go to parties anymore but luke still looks

warnings: angst, implications of sex, mention of losing in frozen four, underage drinking, drinking in general, probably more angst

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The house reeked of cheap beer. For most of the occupants of the house being taken in the NHL Draft, money wasn’t too much of a hardship, especially with the scholarships and everything else they were entitled to as student athletes, but it was still cheap beer. Luke knew everyone here, almost everyone. He wasn’t too familiar with the freshman kids that had came in after he left. He knew some names just through passing and if they were top prospects.

It felt like yesterday he was living in this house with his friends. Now, most of the friends were scattered across the country. Dylan in Tampa, Mackie in Charlotte, sometimes he got to bounce to Sunrise. Luke was leaving for New Jersey. Training camp was going to start and he was no longer on the University of Michigan hockey team. Mark and Ethan still lived in the house, but now the empty rooms were taken by other people. It was part of the life though, Luke had known he wasn’t going to be at Michigan forever.

The party drowned on around him. Cheap beer in his hands, Luke’s eyes scanned the room. He didn’t know who he was looking for. You wouldn’t be there. Why was he still looking?

Luke lived in the dorms his freshman year, as did most. But, because he was a student athlete, he still got invites to parties and events. He didn’t exactly need parties but it was a right of passage, partying in college. But he didn’t even meet you at a party. Those party conversations and meetings came later.

Instead, Luke had met you in one of the buildings he had class in. He walked out of class with Mark when you approached, immediately talking to them. “Your bag,” you handed the bag to Mark. “Thank you. Sorry about that, but I needed it for practice.”

Luke was confused. Who were you? “Oh, right, this is Luke, my teammate,” Mark introduced. “(Y/N),” you stuck your hand out, “I’m the unfortunate person stuck with Mark on our project in Intro to Business.” Luke shook your hand. “He left his bag in my car last night when I drove him to his dorm because of the rain.”

“And (Y/N) happily and graciously brought me the bag because she has class a building over.”

“I should get going, have fun with practice. See you in study group Mark!” And then you were gone. “Are you and her?” Luke finally asked when they got to Yost. “Nope, she’s all yours bud.”

Luke didn’t see you again until Mark yanked you to the group at the football tailgate three weeks later. You were dressed in Michigan colors with an M temporary tattoo on your cheek. “(Y/N)! You remember Luke right?” Mark handed you a cup, presumably alcohol since you were mostly underaged and couldn’t openly drink. “Hi Luke.”

From there, it was meetings at the library, Luke happened to always just be free to attend study session with you and Mark and your other classmates. Then it was text messages and Snapchat picture exchanges from classes when class was boring. Then after the first hockey game of the season, you finally appeared at the party.

The freshmen players weren’t drunk, they were mainly stuck on designated driver duty and bouncer duty. The upperclassmen house was full of students when you arrived. Luke didn’t see you for the first hour or so but he had to admit, he was looking for you. You finally appeared on the back porch of the house, where Luke was. Your roommate was off drinking and you needed out of the stuffy house. “Luke! You didn’t text back after the game so I didn’t know if you would be here,” you hung off his shoulders in a hug. “Are you drinking tonight?” he asked, an arm snaking around your waist. “Yes, my friend is DD!”

Luke smiled. That was the first night you kissed him. Luke wasn’t too proud of it. He felt like you were drunk and you shouldn’t have kissed him. But you wanted to kiss him. It’s why you continued to kiss him the next time you saw him and every time after that. By winter break, you were officially dating.

During the summer in between your freshman and sophomore year, Luke and you were long distance. You were living back with your family for the summer and he was busy with his family and hockey. But when the two of you got back to campus, you were immediately with Luke.

He was living with the boys and you were in an off campus apartment but most of the time you were with him. The excuse for you always being at the house was not just for Luke but also for studying with Ethan and Mark. Mark had taken credit for being the reason you and Luke were together.

At every party, Luke didn’t have to look for you. You were always next to him. Talking to friends and drinking cheap beer or poorly mixed jungle juice. Everything was perfect and good. You were always with him. Most of the times, parties ended late and you slept over with Luke, when sleeping was an option. Most of the time, the two of you were getting hot and heavy behind the locked door of his bedroom.

As sophomore year dragged on, it became more and more apparent to Luke that after the season ended, he would be leaving for New Jersey. Everyone knew it. Well everyone but you. You heard whispers about it but Luke never confirmed it. When the team made it to the Frozen Four, you couldn’t attend the game in Tampa and Luke simply kissed you goodbye and said he would see you soon. But he wouldn’t. He already had bags sent to New Jersey and had his extra sticks packed up. All his teammates knew and you didn’t. It wouldn’t make sense until a week after the Frozen Four as to why Luke had been only hanging out at your apartment, he didn’t want you to know he was packing.

The watch party of the game ended sourly when the boys lost. You texted Luke, telling him you loved him and when he got back you would come over to help cheer him up. Only Luke didn’t come back. He was in New Jersey days later, only telling you when you called crying and angry. Luke had never told you. It was the end of your relationship.

You hated hockey. You hated Michigan. You hated New Jersey. You hate Luke Hughes. Your transfer paperwork went in quickly and your apartment was empty at the end of the semester. You were no longer attending the University of Michigan and it was all because of a boy.

Why hadn’t Luke just told you he was leaving?

Luke had no idea you left. It was almost ironic, him not telling you he was leaving and you not telling him that you transferred schools. Every time he asked Mark or Ethan about you, they dodged his questions. They didn’t want him to know he had caused you so much trouble that you left.

When he finally returned this year, he looked everywhere for you. At the football games, with faces he vaguely recognized, he even debated looking at Mark’s laptop to try and see the class roster, knowing you should be in the same classes. He finally broke and asked the day of the party.

“She left didn’t she?”

“Transferred to OSU after sophomore year,” Ethan admitted. “She’s doing okay if it makes you feel better,” Mark started. Mark was going to continue on but Luke didn’t want to hear it. “No, it doesn’t make me feel better.”

At the party, Luke sat on the couch. All his former teammates and all his friends around him. Cheap beer in his hand. An impending plane ticket to New Jersey for training camp already on his phone. The knowledge that you wouldn’t be at the party, or any party for that matter. All this and more, and yet he still looked for you.

[bitchinbarzal]

Last Christmas | M.Barzal

this is my entry for @antoineroussel christmas fic exchange!

this is for you, @lhugh! happy holidays annie 🎄🤍

this fic does use they/them pronouns as they are annie’s pronouns! 🫶🏼

word count: 2,461 words

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Last Christmas, you walked into December planning every festive activity possible; the Rockefeller Christmas tree, Nutcracker at New York City ballet, Radio City Rockettes even letting Mat show you up at skating.

That was until Mat dropped the break up bomb on you. You couldn’t really comprehend it all, too confused and hurt at once.

You were supposed to spend Christmas with Mat and the team at the Martin’s. You never answered Sydney’s texts after the breakup.

You spent Christmas alone.

You were thankful the islanders tanked their 21/22 season. It meant that they all left to go home as soon as possible.

That meant no islanders, no jerseys, no chants on the train home from work.

No Mat.

He went home to Coquitlam two days after the islanders lost to Tampa.

Mat spent his first summer in seven years bouncing around from place to place. He was out on the lake with Tyson for a few weeks and he visited Anthony and Emma when they bought their new home in Quebec.

He wasn’t home long with his family until he got a call, from Brock. His dad had died.

He asked if you and Mat could attend the funeral, his father really adored you both in the time he’d met you and he knew Mat well. Mathew agreed to attend, claiming you were busy but sent your well wishes.

He flew into Minnesota the day prior, dropping off flowers to Brock’s mom and she welcomed him into her home giving him a drink and thanking him for coming.

“He always liked watching you play, unless you played against Vancouver of course” she laughed, Mat gave her a smile “It’s a shame y/n couldn’t come”

“Yeah, it’s a shame” he mumbled.

Next he saw her was at the funeral, listening while she stood talking about her husband, the love she had for him, how much she missed him already.

All Mat could think about when he heard her words were you.

You were his best friend.

You were the person who knew him best.

You were supposed to be around forever.

When Mat got home after that trip he didn’t do much, he was no longer in the mood to go out partying, celebrating with friends.

Mat returned to Long Island in the end of August.

He frequented the coffee shop you guys often did and he even walked the route in the morning you did. He didn’t see you.

It wasn’t until week 3 of attending the same coffee shop that the barista, Logan said to him

“Mat, they don’t come in here anymore I’m sorry. Said they needed a fresh start after the breakup”

He silently nodded to the girl, hoping she hadn’t caught his face falling. He simply took his flat white from the counter and exited to building.

Contract talks started in mid-september.

The organization called in May to the office to discuss; throwing around money and perks.

He took the time to digest the information. He called him mom and dad to see what their opinions were on the whole thing, called his financial advisor and even called Anders but the number he kept hovering over belonged to you.

Everyone’s advice was along the lines of “you need to see yourself settling down in Long Island with a contract term like that” and he did, with you.

The deal was signed on October 4th.

@ny_islanders: “I love It here” says Mathew Barzal, after signing his 8 year extension to stay here in Long Island 💙🤍🧡

You read the tweet, saw the posts and the stories from your mutual friends. You wanted to text him — tell him congratulations, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

So instead, you simply put an orange heart emoji under the islanders post about his extension and scrolled on.

Mat saw it. His heart soared at the simplicity of it but yet the fact he knew you were still thinking of him, that you in some way still cared.

Late October, the leaves were starting to fall and hockey was beginning again. Mat wasn’t playing his best — missing goals, easy passes and a lot of falling over.

People started doubting him; calling him a fake, a money grabber and claiming they wished Lou hadn’t even drafted his extension papers.

Mat started to doubt himself too.

was he good enough?

should he have signed the papers?

was he worth the money?

was Long Island better off without him? were you?

There is was! The real problem.

Ever since that last December his mind had been stuck on you and really it shouldn’t have because it was his fault, he broke up with you.

If anyone asked Mat why you broke up he would say “We just wanted different things”

If Mat was honest with himself he would say “I was scared I wasn’t enough for them”

The first few months of hockey came and passed with not a single goal from Mat.

Lambert pulled him aside one morning at practice to tell him “You better get your head out of your ass son because one more game the way you’ve been going and you’ll be benched for the rest of this year”

The last game in November, against Philadelphia Mat was a healthy scratch.

His punishment was over by the next game but Lane told him in no specific terms he had to step up. Mat just groaned and mumbled a “Yeah, I’m fucking trying” before leaving the office.

It was harder now that it was December.

In summer he could just pretend things weren’t different.

You weren’t at his families house? You had to be with your mom.

He was alone at the casino event? You had work.

But Christmas, that was different. Christmas wasn’t something he could sweep under the rug and pretend you were busy.

You’d spent every Christmas together since Mat was eighteen years old. Your first Christmas in New York was an overwhelming experience and Mat thought it adorable at how excited you were about everything.

He bought you a necklace that year. It had his number on it, the gold chain necklace held the number thirteen on your chest and you never took it off.

It was a staple piece in your collection, whenever someone at one of your fancy work dinners or meetings would ask

“Hey why does your necklace have the thirteen on it?”

You would smile so bright, in such adoration and reply “My boyfriend, mat. He plays hockey for the New York Islanders and he’s number thirteen! but always number one to me” and everyone would laugh and call you cute.

You’d left that necklace behind the night you’d packed your stuff up to leave. Mat found it when he returned home from Boston on an away game to find you’d obviously been in and cleared out your belongings too while he was gone.

He took the necklace and posted it to your mom’s house, the only address connected to you he knew. He never knew if you’d gotten it back, not that it mattered much anyway because why would you want to wear it after you’d broken up?

Mat’s no goal streak continued up to the last game before Christmas, December 23rd and he was goal-less.

He was so frustrated at everything he couldn’t think straight about getting this goal. He was spending Christmas alone for the second year in a row — alone, without you.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you no matter how hard he tried. How you’d been here tonight wearing a silly Christmas jumper and cheering about the last game before Christmas.

They tanked the first period, Tkachuk got away with the puck leaving them up one by the end of the first. There were so many penalties, stupid penalties. It was a mess.

Second period, they equalised in the first few minutes with a goal from Beau before Brock got them up another which was matched not long after by Florida.

When the third period hit it was like something went off in Mat, that he had a surge of energy.

He got a goal, his first season goal! Then another and another with only a few seconds left on the clock.

Hat-trick. He got a hatty.

He’d done it. He finally scored a goal this season, they won the game and he got a hat-trick!

So why didn’t he feel like it was enough?

When he got back to the locker room, Mat pulled his phone out of his bag and looked at his notifications; texts from friends and family congratulating him on the goals, random emails but it was as though he was searching for something.

He clicked through the phone until he landed on what he wanted and pressed it before holding the phone up to his ear.

It rang twice before it connected

“Hello?”

“Um, hey! This is weird and I’m not sure why I’m doing this but I felt like I had to because, well because I scored my first goal of the season tonight. I scored my first season goal and I got a hatty too which I mean is a lot but I don’t feel like it’s enough”

Mat sighed, completely blocking out his team-mates listening to this conversation and looking on with sympathy

“It’s not enough because I know you’re not here-“

“-Mat-“

“No, please let me finish it’s taken me long enough to get the courage to call you. I was stupid for what I did last Christmas and I will wholeheartedly tell you that this year has been the worst year of my life and maybe you call that karma, I call it a wake up call that you… you’re the love of my life and that I want to be with you, I was scared and stupid but I’m better I will be better for you! I’m ready to be the man you need”

After his spiel, Mat took a deep breath awaiting your answer but instead was met with a dead line.

You hung up on him.

Mat looked dejectedly at him phone in hand before he got up to get dressed as he was very spitefully aware of the media and press awaiting him outside the door.

He breezed through media by giving them one word answers and a bored look, they usually let him away early when he did that.

Collecting his bag from the now empty locker room and sulking down the hallway towards the car park.

He wasn’t even looking up, instead opted for the wonderful view of his scuffed shoes. Paying so little attention he didn’t even see you standing at the end of the hallway.

“Nice shot!” His head whipped up, locking eyes with you almost immediately.

You watched his face go through a multitude of emotions before it softened and he muttered “What-“

“I was here Mat” is what you said, gesturing to the stairs you’d descended from your seat “I was sat up there and I watched it, I was cheering you on”

Mat was speechless, fumbling over his words and his eyes flickered across your body, trying to drink you in while you were stood in front of him before his eyes landed on your neck.

Lay on your black shirt was a necklace, the necklace.

The number thirteen lay to elegantly on your chest “You got it”

You looked down and smiled “Oh yeah, my mom sent it to my apartment” playing with it between your thumb and pointer finger.

A soft silence settled between you both, it wasn’t weird or awkward — it could never be awkward between you and Mat.

Until Mat broke the silence by asking

“Why are you here?”

You smiled gently “The islanders last game before Christmas has always been my tradition since I moved to New York you know that and so I never changed it this year, despite the circumstances” the last bit was a little snappy and he knew that.

“I meant what i said on that call by the way” you nodded curtly as a reply before holding out your hand for him to take

“How about you drive us around that neighbourhood with the good Christmas lights and we can talk, in the car eh?”

The Christmas lights, another tradition between you both.

Mat reached out, clasping his hand in yours and nodding “Yeah, let’s do that”

The lights on peoples home’s had somehow gotten better this year and you admired them all in a childlike fashion from the passenger seat of Mathew’s Range Rover.

“This is one of my favourite traditions we started” you say, still looking out the window. Your hand rested now on the console in the middle of the car.

Mat slipped his hand into yours, taking a leap of faith which paid off when you clasped it in yours and squeezed it.

“Yeah, i love it” he muttered, pulling the car into the side of the road now you’d reached the end of the street.

You turned to him now, waiting for him to say something.

“Listen, this is all really weird and I wish I was better with words because I would like to be able to tell you the million and one ways in which I absolutely adore you and regret what I did last Christmas every single day. However, what I can do is promise you, I promise you that I will work everyday to prove to you how much I love you and how sorry I am — I ruined Christmas and I think that’s what hurts the most is that I tainted something you love so much-“

You cut him off then, your hands resting on his cheeks; forcing him to look at you and you said “Christmas is not ruined, Christmas has brought me back to the boy I love with my whole heart and being. Don’t you ever think that you ruined Christmas because sure it wasn’t fun last year but we will have a million more Christmas’ to make up for it”

He nodded, head moving slightly so he could press a kiss onto your palm “I’ll make every Christmas the most special just for you”

“As long as I’ve got you, baby any Christmas is special”

On Christmas, when Mat arrived late to the Lee’s for Christmas with the team he walked in smiling

“Sorry, sorry I’m late I had to pick something up!”

“Dude it’s Christmas Day where could you possibly have gone to pick-“ Anthony cut himself off when he saw you enter the house, gifts stacked up in your arms that you placed on the table next to the door before grabbing Mat’s outreached hand.

“Oh my god, it’s a Christmas miracle!”

[drafty-castle]

My brother, who lives just outside Tampa and whose family is hunkering down trying to ride it out, isn’t stupid. He isn’t ignorant. He isn’t ignoring the obvious.

What he is doing is telling me about how people have been trying to evacuate long before the order was put out, creating gridlock. That the evacuation order just made things worse. That people ran out of gas on the interstate, trapping themselves and everyone behind them because they couldn’t move. That there are still people trapped there, or in the open, in their cars, free pickings for possibly the worst storm the area has ever seen.

He and his family didn’t try to evacuate because he just had surgery days ago and can’t be in the seated position for hours at a time. Ironically, this might just be the thing that saves his family. If the storm comes for his house, they at least can try for roof. They have a small boat tied to the house that, gods willing it’s not swept away, they could then use to evacuate in the flooding. The people trapped in their cars are just sitting fucks waiting for the flash floods to carry them away.

Fuck desantis. But also fuck 100 years of car culture. Buses and passenger trains could get the entire population of the state out in a day or two. Instead, evacuations are reliant upon personal vehicles (you don’t own one? fuck you then) and a bottleneck road and interstate system trapping everyone in place (fuck you twice). And while we’re at it, fuck all climate crisis deniers and W. Bush and oil magnates as well. Anyone who can still say climate crisis isn’t real is lying and just happy to sacrifice others lives for their own gains.

[bloodandhedonism]

RAPID-FIRE QUICK OPINIONS OF CITIES I'VE BEEN TO IN RECENT HISTORY

Rochester, New York (and other upstate NY cities in general) : Feels generic, but perhaps not necessarily in a bad way in this case. A resident said it's rare to see and live a place where kids still play in the front yard these days, so take as you will. New York, New York: What you'd expect these days. Allentown, Pennsylvania: Lots of industrial traffic as you'd expect, but cute town and good people. I made multiple and different kinds of friends here, which I consider very good for this sort of thing. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: Homey. Don't go too far west, though or you'll run into Pennsylvanians. Remember James Carville! Baltimore, Maryland: Cutesy, gives vibes of home. Funny to see products from businesses by people I grew up with in places there. Washington, DC: It really does try to be a commercial with everyone perfectly chosen from central casting. Bad vibes, avoid, avoid. Get out if you live there. Imperial capital though, what does one expect. Norfolk, Virginia: Military city as you'd expect, and by far the most "Southern" feeling city in this list. Interesting contrast between the attempted beachiness and the dominating military stuff. St. Augustine, Florida: The best city in Florida by far, but losing its soul over the years and I'm very worried. Flagler College students will be window dressing for the upscale middle-aged tourists coming there. Tampa, Florida: Genuinely horrible. Worst city on this list, one huge slum posing as a 'regular' city. Unfriendly people. Telling every other billboard is for a lawyer promising to get you big money. Bad sign of the future. Orlando, Florida: Better than Tampa I suppose, but leaning way too hard into being Red State America's family vacation Mecca, which will lead to issues for it in the future. This city isn't for me. Denver, Colorado: People there like me, at least one person recognized my face from before, and mountains are cool. Las Vegas, Nevada: Very middlebrow, which I don't say as a compliment. Seeing middle aged people in cosplay out in public in non-convention contexts was embarrassing. Only interesting bit was seeing where Balrog's Street Fighter II stage was IRL. Reykjavik, Iceland: Neat place. Felt like the USA but cold and barren, of course. Icelandics are a unique people, and a small part of me almost wants to classify Iceland with North America than Europe since the society just feels different from regular Europe. I always thought it was worth noting the tectonic plate cleaves through the island. London, England: Honest with itself in that it's big, very big, and touristy too, which for said honesty reasons I respect it. I liked it. British people really are the Americans of Europe. I shouldn't, but I like the UK. I will visit the midlands soon, so I hope to see a fun contrast. Brussels, Belgium: Also an honest city, in this case in that it's a transnational confederal capital for a lot of places. Mons, Belgium: Lovely. Friendly and great people. Taking the train to it and seeing the scenes of rural life reminded me of the countryside I'd see back home. Paris, France: Genuinely lovely, and my favorite city of this list. More cities should be like Paris. I didn't see or deal with any of the bad stuff I heard about it. Friendly people. I need to go back here. Frankfurt, Germany: Definitely generic. Lisbon, Portugal: Touristy because it's warm and honest with itself about it in that case, which is also fine. I like warm weather so I liked Lisbon. Warsaw, Poland: Likable. Quite a nice city, and Poles are a very welcoming people. (Be proud of your country, @aomitois.) A friendliness emanated from the city which I liked. Has an optimism which I find intriguing. Budapest, Hungary: Strangely, I was reminded most of Salisbury, Maryland with this one: there was an odd familiarity driving and walking through the city. Like with Warsaw, it's legitimately trying hard, but that makes sense for Eastern Europe in this era.

I'm sure there's more cities that can go on here, probably a lot more, but this is off the top of my head and the entry is big enough as is. COMING SOON: The Middle East and East Asia! Maybe Latin America. Africa is more likely than Australia. Watch as I wind up in Antarctica for some dumb reason.

[nerdygaymormon]

Being Imperfect

This week I was assigned to speak in a ward as a visiting stake speaker, and I took inspiration from Elder Stanfill’s General Conference talk titled The Imperfect Harvest, I chose a few principles to highlight and use examples from my life to illustrate them 

As I was putting together my remarks, I felt that I should include my eating disorder. However, I felt a bit uncomfortable with the idea of sharing something so personal and present in my life, then I thought of my homework from therapy. 

My psychologist encouraged me to share with others that I have an eating disorder. Having it not be a secret but to expose it to sunshine helps dissipate the feelings of shame. She suggested I share with a zoom group I facilitate each month for Lift+Love. People don’t connect with others who present themselves like they’re perfect, we are drawn to the imperfect because we feel like, “I can relate to this guy.”

It clicked, this talk is about being imperfect, and my therapist is saying that if I share about my eating disorder it shows I’m imperfect, so I kept it in.

Immediately after I finished speaking and sat down, I received texts from people in the congregation saying this is something they’re currently dealing with and they feel less alone for sharing this is something happening in my life. After the meeting, people lined up to speak with me, and I was touched that a number of them shared about their eating disorder journey.

I’m putting my talk here as a way to remember. I don’t expect others to read, it’s a long post, but you’re welcome to.

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Years ago when I was a student at Brigham Young University in Provo, Utah, I worked at the Missionary Training Center. I would get a new class of missionaries and spend 2 months teaching them Korean, and then send them off to serve. 

When I worked there, the new missionaries arrived on a Wednesday. They’d be greeted, given their room assignment and unpack, go to dinner, and then show up for their first class, and I would be there to greet them. 

I would start right in. 

안영하십니까. 저는 Doyle 형제 입니다. Florida주 Tampa시에서 왔읍니다. 만나서 반갑습니다. 

Which means, “How are you? I am Brother Doyle. I'm from Tampa, Florida. nice to meet you.” I would teach them how to introduce themselves in the same way, only I didn’t speak any English to them. It took awhile and there was a lot of gesticulating, but eventually they’d each learn how to introduce themselves. Once they had that down, I’d switch over to English and their relief was palpable. 

It was a challenge, but together they were able to figure out what I was saying and learn how to say it themselves. I wanted them to see they are able to learn and do things which maybe they were unsure about.  

When I switched to English, I’d take time to give them a little advice for their time at the Training Center. Remember that their value comes from being a child of God. How quickly they learn to speak Korean doesn’t increase or decrease their worth. As the teacher, language mistakes give me feedback of where to spend more time. Don’t be afraid to speak up, even if you’re not sure your answer is correct. Learning a language requires tens of thousands of mistakes. Practice and corrective feedback speeds the process. If you’ve mastered a new grammar form, help your neighbor. The goal is for everyone in this room to be ready to serve in Korea. 

Being in a small classroom day after day, they quickly began sizing up each other, figuring out where they ranked in comparison to the others. Some who felt they were slow at learning Korean would get frustrated and speak to me. I’d quickly quiz them on some of the vocabulary and a verb conjugation we learned last week, and then point out that they got it. Today it doesn’t matter who learned it a little bit faster last week because they all know it. 

Being in our church congregation is a bit like being in the classroom at the Missionary Training Center. We look at those around us and think they’re so much further ahead, they have their life together and we’re barely treading water in comparison. First of all, everyone has their challenges. Don’t believe their Instagram feed is representative of their entire life. People don’t usually share their failures and setbacks. I see lots of pictures of lovely meals and none of a burned pan next to a pizza delivery.

Being in close proximity, it’s normal to compare ourselves with each other, but if we were to zoom out a bit, are we really that different? From God’s perspective, we’re all flawed, we’re all making mistakes, we’re all learning. 

One of our purposes in life is to gain wisdom. The bumps in the roads, the mistakes, the setbacks, they are all learning opportunities. 

The race of life isn’t really against the person sitting on the pew in front of us, it’s with ourselves. You’re doing okay, in fact you’re probably doing better than you realize. Many of us tend to look at ourselves with an overly-critical lens. It’s not a matter of are we doing better than them, it’s are we doing better than we were last week, last month, last year. We learn and move forward. 

I recently was diagnosed with an eating disorder and I am getting help. At my very first session with the psychologist, she said healing isn’t a straight line. There will be setbacks and that’s okay. We acknowledge them and move forward. We don’t say I’m a failure because I messed up. If I do well for a few days and then have a day where something happened that triggered me and I turned to food, then that’s what happened. It doesn’t undo the days where I didn’t binge, I still get credit for those. 

It reminds me of something President Monson taught us which is that in the gospel we get credit for trying, even if we don’t always succeed. The Lord blesses those who want to improve, who try and try again, who are striving to the best of their abilities. Are your abilities the same as everyone else’s? Of course not. And what if you stumble? We all stumble, and the Savior is there to help us keep going. 

I was excited to see Elder Stanfill speak at this past April’s General Conference as he’d just come to our stake conference prior to that. Elder Stanfill began his Conference address by talking about growing up on a farm in Montana. His family raised wheat. His family’s livelihood depended on the harvest. They used machinery to harvest the grain. They would begin by harvesting a small swath of grain, then check behind the combine to make sure as much grain as possible landed in the holding tank and wasn’t thrown out with the chaff. 

They would adjust the machine and repeat the exercise and adjust again, repeating that exercise until his dad was satisfied that it was the best that this machine can do. As a young boy, Elder Stanfill wasn’t satisfied with this, not all the kernels of grain made it into the holding tank, there was always some that got missed. It was always an imperfect harvest. 

When the weather turned cold, he watched thousands of migrating swans, geese, and ducks descend onto the fields to nourish themselves on their long journey south. These birds ate the leftover grain from his family’s imperfect harvest. God had perfected it. Not a kernel was lost.

Elder Stanfill goes on to say that in our world and in the culture of our church, we obsess about perfection. We set unrealistic expectations and self-criticize and thereby feel inadequate, that we aren’t good enough and never will be. We misinterpret the invitation of the Savior to “be ye therefore perfect.” Being perfect is an impossible standard for us to live up to and can cause us to feel guilt and anxiety. 

Moroni says we are to “come unto Christ, and be perfected in him.” That Jesus’ grace is “sufficient for you, that by his grace ye may be perfect in Christ” (Moroni 10:32). We do our best and the grace of the Savior makes up the difference in ways we cannot imagine. 

With the Savior, our potential is limitless. This is how Jesus would want you to see yourself, which is the way He sees you, and that is very different from how the world sees you or even how we may critically view ourselves. When I taught Korean to missionaries, I saw their potential and worked to help them towards that. Mistakes were part of that work to move them towards their potential. 

In my effort to recover, I’m learning about why people develop eating disorders, I’m retraining my brain. I learned anybody can develop an eating disorder, but there are some things that put a person at higher risk. It’s not because they’re bad or weak, it’s a response to other things in their life.   

An eating disorder is a way my brain and body coped, but my circumstances have changed and I need to learn new ways of thinking and behavior. I’m making progress. I understand and can do more today than I could last month. Does God love me more today because of this? No. God always loved me. My worth hasn’t changed. I’m a child of Heavenly Parents and have great potential. 

I like that some of the temple recommend questions have changed to ask “do you strive..,?”

Do you strive to keep the Sabbath day holy?

Do you strive to be honest in all you do?

Perfection isn’t required. Our best efforts and desires count. We get credit for trying. My capacity is different from yours, I’ve got my own weaknesses and challenges and you have yours. 

As I get to know more people and see them and the goodness of them and the hurt and pain they carry, I see them more and more as the Savior does and the love He has for them and that He wants to bless and heal them. The atonement is what the Savior uses to do this.

I will now read Alma 7:11-12. 

11 And he [meaning Jesus] shall go forth, suffering pains and afflictions and temptations of every kind; and this that the word might be fulfilled which saith he will take upon him the pains and the sicknesses of his people. 

12 And he will take upon him death, that he may loose the bands of death which bind his people; and he will take upon him their infirmities, that his bowels may be filled with mercy, according to the flesh, that he may know according to the flesh how to succor his people according to their infirmities.

These verses teach us that Jesus had a physical body and experienced pain, temptations and illness. In the Garden, He took on our weaknesses, mistakes and sins. He experienced all these things. This causes Him to feel mercy towards us and He understands how to nourish and strengthen us.

Jesus understands what it’s like to have an eating disorder. Jesus knows what it’s like to have social anxiety. Jesus knows what it’s like to have pulmonary embolism, and so on. The many physical and mental health challenges I’ve dealt with in the past few years, I could turn to the Savior and cry to Him, complain to Him, and ask Him for courage and comfort. He understands and helps me in my pursuits to heal.

We all have some hard things in our lives and can turn to the Savior. Christ sees us for who we are and our potential as children of God. We can turn our imperfect lives over to the Savior to be perfected, although the Savior’s idea of perfection is different from ours, just as the imperfect harvest was made perfect as the kernels of grain fed the migrating birds. We do our best and bring what we can, and in faith give our imperfect offering to Christ.

[ratatatastic]

"We are officially a week out from the start of the regular season and your head coach, Paul Maurice, said he was so impressed by how the returning players came in even more fit this year to training camp than last year. What does that say about the dedication and commitment of this group?" "That we had a really fun year last year and we want to repeat that." "You had a fun year for you personally! You're a Stanley Cup Champion, you lead the league in plus-minus. What are you hoping to prove this season?" "Just same play out of me. I'm not gonna change anything. I'm gonna try to play the same way with a good defence." "Speaking of defence, you're partnered on defence again with Aaron Ekblad—but some new faces on the blueline. What excites you most about this group?" "Oh! We got a lot of options, it's a lot of fun! We got a lot of skilled players and I think we'll be coming off the line."

and may forsy continue to be associated with ekky and have him brought up to his face every 5 seconds forevermore! amen!

tampa bay lightning @ florida panthers | 9.30.24

"just same play out of me im not gonna change anything im gonna try to play the same way with a good defence" stubborn workhorse is tired of being questioned of whether hes gonna change his tried and true methods please stop suggesting otherwise

[dinosaurwithablog]

Giant flamingo sculpture coming out of the ceiling at the Tampa International Airport. I love giant sculptures and I love flamingos!! I need to go there next year to watch the Yankees during spring training so I can see it in person. 😊😍

[blizzardsuplex]

Roderick Strong Primer Part II: But Who IS He, Tho?

Part I | Part II (you are here) | Part III | Part IV

[CW: mentions of alcohol and drug abuse, dysfunctional familial relationships, and gun violence]

Roderick Strong is the super cool wrestling OC donut steal of one Christopher Lindsey, born on July 26, 1983 in Eau Claire, Wisconsin. However, his family moved to Tampa soon after, which probably epigenetically contributed to him turning out a pretty good example of a Florida Man—or, at least, a Man from Florida. His mother is a paralegal, while his father is a self-taught musician who became/maybe still is an Elvis impersonator (yes, that’s why there was a picture of him as a child dressed in a sparkly jumpsuit on stage during that recent Collision promo); sibling-wise, he has one that we know of, a half-sister who is older than him by four years.

His childhood was…less than perfect. According to him, both in wrestling company-produced backstory blurbs and videos and interviews where he’s just shooting the shit with his buddies, he’d be left alone for hours at a time to basically babysit himself while his age was still in the single digits. His father had problems with alcohol, and would often come home from the bars he performed at around 4 or 5 in the morning; his mother had issues with harder drugs. Said parents would apparently get into screaming matches a lot. He had few friends and was picked on, in part because the family kept moving around Florida and in part because he was an awkward fat kid (to the point that in first grade he learned to pick his nose until it bled, something I didn’t even know you could do, so that he could go home early rather than deal with the fact no one wanted to talk to him at school). He liked math and he played a lot of sports, but because of a particular character trait of his that I will discuss from a kayfabe perspective in part 3 he still struggled to find a place for himself.

Then, of course, there was the incident that was both probably pretty traumatic and, if it didn’t happen, would have maybe meant that he would have never wrestled in the first place: when he was ten or eleven or twelve years old, his mom shot his dad near-fatally. The latter had to go to the hospital; the former spent some time in jail. After his father recovered, for a period of time he had to raise his son as a single parent.

Completely unrelatedly, said dad—who Roderick describes as both athletic and not at the same time—at one point got an invitation to learn how to wrestle under a “former WWE star” (which, especially in the 90s, everyone who ever jobbed on a single show billed themselves as). He agreed—but what to do about his kid while he trained? If they couldn’t afford to get someone to look after him before the incident, they probably still couldn’t on a single person’s salary.

His solution was, of course, to just bring his son with him. He’s not been totally consistent with how he described his initial reaction to tagging along: in 2015 he said he was a big wrestling fan and loved it; in 2023, during his appearance on AEW Unrestricted, he said he liked it beforehand but was a lapsed fan by the time his dad started learning how to wrestle. Either way, for the first month or so he just sat on the grass and watched sweaty, shirtless adults being put through their paces by their trainer—who, it turns out, was an actual former WWE star in Jim “The Anvil” Neidhart.

It was also Anvil who, despite only actively supervising for four or so months, catalyzed Roderick wanting to do wrestling, too. The story goes like this: after a month, he invited Roddy (who was 12 or 13 at the time) to get into the ring. According to the latter, all he did was “mess around a bit” on the top rope; as they were driving home, however, his dad mentioned that Anvil had told him his kid had potential, and that if he kept at it he might be somebody in pro wrestling. Whether or not the guy meant what he said, this was apparently the first time Roderick had been told by anyone who weren’t his parents that he was good at something, and from that point he began training in earnest.

His life was progressing in other ways, too. He was a two-way American football player at his high school, and ended up netting an academic scholarship to the University of South Florida, where he studied business for two years before dropping out.

Going back to wrestling, though, he ended up debuting at something like 14 or 15 and was already getting somewhere in-ring wise. For example, the former WWE wrestler Victoria’s finisher, the Widow’s Peak, is a move Molly Holly (who he’s friends with thanks to the Tampa wrestling circuit connection, by the way) apparently saw Roddy do at 14 in a backyard wrestling ring and recommended to Victoria for her to use. He also helped train, while he was still a teenager, his kayfabe brother and former tag team partner Sedrick Strong—who, if you’re wondering, came up with his ring name first, and was so set on it that, being billed as brothers and all, Roderick Strong had to be named Roderick Strong.

It’s hard to believe now, but initially Sedrick, who ended up retiring from prowres and becoming the branch manager of Tampa Toyota at one point, was the more successful one, participating in the pretty prestigious ECWA Super 8 tournament in 2003. Because of the same character trait I alluded to earlier, Roderick almost quit wrestling entirely in response. Fortunately for me and the 12 other Roddy marks active on the internet, he soon got an offer from Ring of Honor (for those doing the math, he was 19 at the time), ending up in the promotion around the same time as some really famous guys from there were active: Danielson, Punk, Joe…

ROH remained his home promotion for nearly 15 years, and while there, among other accolades, he became their second Triple Crown champion (the first was Eddie Edwards, his partner in the tag team the Dojo Bros). He also, at least in-ring, really got to know his future Undisputed Era stablemates in Kyle O’Reilly and Adam Cole. Roddy worked a lot of places, though, both on the indies and not: in the latter category, he went to Japan to wrestle for places like NOAH (and met Bobby Fish, another UE member, in the back of those tour buses), did TNA, and even had a one-off appearance on WWE Smackdown against Kurt Angle.

One of the independent promotions he worked, meanwhile, was (of course) California’s Pro Wrestling Guerrilla. He had matches there for over 11 years, from 2005 to, as described in the first part of this primer, his five minute championship rematch against ZSJ in 2016 (which also happened to be the event celebrating the promotion’s 13 year anniversary). I haven’t watched a lot of them pre-2014, but the ones I have? Bangers—but I don’t expect anything less from a Roderick Strong match, if I’m being honest.

But pro wrestling is, as much I hate to admit it, about more than technical greatness (though as I will try to touch on in parts 3 and 4, Roddy has been really great at the non-verbal parts of wrestling in general for years, including expressing and eliciting emotion in-ring). One of the most common criticisms lobbied at Roderick Strong until maybe a few months ago was that he had nothing beyond his technique. During his time as PWG heel champ, though, I am of the opinion that he proved those criticisms outdated—though admittedly it took him several years to get there.

In 2013 and before that, he was mostly a goofy face; in 2014, after he beat Adam Cole for the PWG #1 contendership at PWG ELEVEN, he turned heel on that same show by attacking Kyle O'Reilly post-title defense. It was only after losing his own title match to Kyle, though, then winning the championship one show later anyway thanks to goading a Kyle who’d literally just beaten Ricochet into a brutal 20+ minute Guerrilla Warfare match (at an event called, funnily enough, Black Cole Sun; these guys are all connected man LOL), that his heel turn was truly cemented. Armed with his stiff style, letterman jacket, End of Heartache as his entrance music, and his shitty little boots—which, by the way, originated from Trent? making him a t-shirt design with that phrase on it—he proceeded to terrorize the fans via being a massive prick and fight against a laundry list of some really good wrestlers:

Trevor Lee (now Cameron Grimes)

Zack Sabre Jr.

Speedball Mike Bailey

Matt Sydal

Chris Hero

Drew Galloway (now Drew McIntyre)

Mark Andrews

…and I’m not even counting the Mt. Rushmore 2.0/multi-man stuff!

Then ZSJ finally beat him for the title in a great bout and he left indie wrestling for WWE soon after. You know the drill. So, if you’re wondering why I and the previously mentioned 12 Roddy marks freaked out when he came back during PWG’s Mystery Vortex 8—which was also the 20th anniversary of the promotion’s founding!—hopefully this explains why a little. He just feels right in a PWG ring.

But the fact of the matter is he couldn’t come back for nearly seven years, whether to PWG or ROH or the many places all around the world he’s wrestled in. As I’ve mentioned, I didn’t watch NXT at that point, so I’ll let someone else explain that time in his career if ever; I also am making the assumption that if you’re reading this you’re aware of his current AEW run, so I’m not gonna recap that history either. He’s existed for 40 years and been wrestling for well over 20 of them, man, I don’t think I could get to everything he’s done even if I wanted to.

So: a basic history established. You might be wondering, though: throughout his long career…what was he like? As a North American wrestler who wrestles in the North American context, does he have that essential component of pro wrestling? Did he have a character?

The popular answer until recently? No. In part 3, though, I will hopefully provide some evidence that, at least by the time I first watched him, the answer was yes.

[thegirlzkpop]

˗ˏˋ BASICS ´ˎ˗

 ˗ˏˋ stage name. sunni

 ˗ˏˋ birth name. sunni grace han

     ……❪ MEANING. the name 'sunni' indicated 'sunshine'. 'grace' means 'blessing'. the surname han means 'kingdom' ❫

 ˗ˏˋ korean name. han sunmi

     ……❪ 한선미 ❫

     ……❪ MEANING. the name 'sunmi' has been noted to mean 'gift from god' or 'pure beauty' ❫

 ˗ˏˋ nickname. sunshine ❪ by everyone ❫, heavens grace ❪ by paige ❫ gracie ❪ by members ❫, shining angel ❪ by fans ❫ angel ❪ by kevin ❫, sunrise ❪ by changmin ❫

 ˗ˏˋ birthday. december 1, 1999

 ˗ˏˋ zodiac sign. sagittarius

 ˗ˏˋ birth place. tampa, florida

 ˗ˏˋ hometown. tampa, florida

 ˗ˏˋ current residency. seoul, south korea

 ˗ˏˋ ethnicity. korean

 ˗ˏˋ nationality. korean american

 ˗ˏˋ languages. english ❪ native ❫, korean ❪ fluent ❫, french ❪ fluent ❫

˗ˏˋ PERSONALITY ´ˎ˗

 ˗ˏˋ mbti. enfp-a ❪ campaigner ❫

 ˗ˏˋ description. campaigners are labeled as artistic and social people. enfps are free-spirited individuals that always know how to make people around them smile. this personality type is known as friendly and bubbly people, though they can have deeper rooting than what they put on. imaginative and creative, campaigners are deep thinkers that often question everything around them. this personality type is very caring of those around them and often get emotionally connected easily. they spend their time growing the relationships around them and making new ones while doing so.

 ˗ˏˋ strengths. kind, curious, enthusiastic, communicator, festive, good natured, empathetic, good-hearted, caring

 ˗ˏˋ weaknesses. people pleaser, disorganized, overly optimistic, restless, overly energetic, hyper

 ˗ˏˋ habits. hopping when she's excited, laughing loudly, smacking other when laughing, fidgeting, leg bouncing, shaking her foot when she goes to sleep, flipping her hair, singing randomly

 ˗ˏˋ phobias. bugs ❪ entomophobia, moderate ❫, heights ❪ acrophobia, severe ❫, things touching her eye ❪ ommetaphobia, moderate ❫

˗ˏˋ CAREER ´ˎ˗

 ˗ˏˋ occupation. kpop idol

 ˗ˏˋ labels. starship entertainment ❪ 2016-2017 ❫ cre.ker entertainment ❪ 2017-2021 ❫, ist entertainment ❪ 2021-present ❫, kakao m; formerly loen ent ❪ 2017-present ❫, universal music ❪ 2022-present ❫

 ˗ˏˋ training time. 2016-2019, 3 year and 4 months

 ˗ˏˋ debut. december 7, 2019

     ……❪ age; 20 ❫

 ˗ˏˋ positions. main vocalist, lead dancer

 ˗ˏˋ known for. musical abilities, her name, vocals, 'the nations sunshine'

 ˗ˏˋ representative number. 99

     ……❪ she chose 99 because it's her birth year ❫

 ˗ˏˋ designed color. pastel yellow

 ˗ˏˋ rankings.

     ……❪ singing. 10/10 ❫

     ……❪ dancing. 9/10 ❫

     ……❪ rapping. 7/10 ❫

     ……❪ acting. 7/10 ❫

     ……❪ modeling. 7/10 ❫

     ……❪ songwriting. 9/10 ❫

     ……❪ composing. 9/10 ❫

     ……❪ choreographing. 5/10 ❫

     ……❪ speeches. 8/10 ❫

˗ˏˋ FAMILY ´ˎ˗

 ˗ˏˋ mom. n/a ❪ 1978 ❫

 ˗ˏˋ dad. n/a ❪ 1978 ❫

 ˗ˏˋ siblings. river ❪ 1999 ❫

 ˗ˏˋ pets. teddy ❪ poodle dog; 2020 ❫

 ˗ˏˋ notable family. cousin; jinhyuk ❪ 1996 ❫

˗ˏˋ PHYSICAL ´ˎ˗

 ˗ˏˋ height. 162.3 cm ❪ 5'4'' ❫

 ˗ˏˋ weight. 50 kg ❪ 111 lbs ❫

 ˗ˏˋ blood type. ab+

 ˗ˏˋ hair color. black

 ˗ˏˋ eye color. dark brown

 ˗ˏˋ body modifications. 6 piercings, 0 tattoo

 ˗ˏˋ face claim. yena ❪ soloist ❫

 ˗ˏˋ vocal claim. yena ❪ (g)i-dle ❫

 ˗ˏˋ voice claim. giselle ❪ english ❫, yena ❪ korean ❫

 ˗ˏˋ rap claim. yena ❪ soloist ❫

 ˗ˏˋ dance claim. yena ❪ soloist ❫

˗ˏˋ INTERESTS ´ˎ˗

 ˗ˏˋ likes. mornings, cities, the beach, pudding, stuffed animals, playing instruments, writing, converse, parties, summer, perfume, night swimming, fish, animals, steak, daisy's, gardening, drinking games, running, stargazing, napping, laughter, fun clothing, pretty handwriting, chirping birds, snow, driving

 ˗ˏˋ dislikes. storms, spiders, super hot weather, mean people, veggies, bacon, being ignored, wasps, salmon, when people honk in traffic, paper cuts, annoying people at movies, carrying coins; change, time change

 ˗ˏˋ favorites.

     ……❪ movies. my policeman ❪ 2022 ❫, spiderman homecoming ❪ 2017 ❫, la la land ❪ 2016 ❫ 16 wishes ❪ 2010 ❫ another cinderella story ❪ 2008 ❫, princess protection program ❪ 2009 ❫ ❫

     ……❪ shows. outer banks ❪ 2020 ❫, jersey shore ❪ 2009 ❫, boy meets world ❪ 1993 ❫, you ❪ 2018 ❫, shameless ❪ 2004 ❫ ❫

     ……❪ colors. yellow and green ❫

     ……❪ food. chicken, fruit salad, cake, steak. ❫

     ……❪ drinks. pepsi, water, orange juice, cranberry juice ❫

     ……❪ books. everything i never told you, where the crawdads sing, the blind side, the hate u give ❫

     ……❪ emojis. ☀️💐 ❫

     ……❪ musical artists. billie eilish, seventeen, blackpink, girls generation, kendrick lamar, one direction, olivia rodrigo, carrie underwood ❫

     ……❪ songs. steal my girl ❪ one direction ❫, better than words ❪ one direction ❫, i'll always remember you ❪ hannah montana ❫, tally ❪ blackpink ❫, home ❪ seventeen ❫ ❫

˗ˏˋ TRIVIA ´ˎ˗

     ……❪ she has an irish twin; siblings born in the same year, he's 11 months older ❫

     ……❪ she's a one direction super fan and even went to a concert in 2012 ❫

     ……❪ she says her parents were very supportive of her career choices but a little worried in the beginning ❫

     ……❪ her parents are seperated but both get along well and often come together for their children ❫

     ……❪ her korean was not very good when she moved, she said she was at kindergarten level and had to be taught ❫

     ……❪ her older cousin helped move her to korea and also helped her with things like learning the language and culture, helping her with schooling, and even helped her with auditioning ❫

     ……❪ she is close friends with the members of le sserafim ❫

     ……❪ she was a contestant on produce 48, but she was ranked 13th. many fans believe that her ranking was rigged. ❫

     ……❪ her brother recently moved to korea to be a producer. ❫

     ……❪ she says her mom could be classified as a hippie, at least that what she was called in florida ❫

     ……❪ she lived very close to the beach so she would often go swimming after school ❫

     ……❪ her ideal type is someone that will let her flourish and is easy going ❫

[sohofittampa]

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[starry-hughes]

fake holiday date (luke hughes)

day 16 of star’s ficmas

luke hughes x reader

Luke hadn’t heard from you since he left for Tampa. When he left for Tampa for the Frozen Four, he decided to break up with you. It was a hard decision but he didn’t want it hard on you. But he was coming home to Michigan for the holidays and he got a text from you.

“I need help.”

Luke Hughes was still in love with you. He immediately called upon seeing your text. “Hello?” you answered. Your stomach was a pit of nerves. Even though you texted him, you still felt sick when he called. “Are you okay?” he panicked. “I need a date.”

He should have hung up but you were scrambling words together. “Luke, wait, please hear me out. I kinda never told my family we ended things, and they are expecting you at Christmas. Please, just like two hours.”

Luke was silent. He didn’t know what to say. You were still telling your family he was still your boyfriend? “Two hours. Just two hours,” Luke mumbled.

Luke and you were a good couple. Envied by friends, called mom and dad by his roommates, always together. You loved Luke and he loved you, it was the right person at the wrong time. Luke was your first love, the first boy you brought home.

He sat outside your house, in his car, wearing a red sweater. He told his parents and brothers he was seeing his friends. He texted you a simple “here.”

You exited the house and Luke sucked in a breath. You were still beautiful. Luke walked up, a secret gift folded in his pocket. “Thank you,” you whispered and leaned up and kissed his cheek. You pulled him into the house and he was met with the familiar warmth of your house. Memories of him and you on the couch watching movies or eating dinners with your family.

“Luke!” your mother greeted, wiping her hands on her apron. “Honey it’s been so long, I’m so sad (Y/N) didn’t bring you by the whole summer, she said you were training but was always seeing you.” Luke nodded and smiled. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around, missed you guys,” Luke lied.

You had coached Luke, saying he was so busy with training and that you still saw him over the summer, saying that you even went with the boys to see the game in Detroit. “How’s the season going?” your dad questioned. Your parents, aunts and uncles, cousins, and grandparents, and you and Luke eventually sat at the table for dinner.

Luke didn’t need to do it, but he placed his hand on your thigh, the two of you were a perfect couple. Your family all bought the act. After dinner, Luke even helped clean up before you dragged him up to your bedroom.

It was the same as the last time he saw it. Even your pictures of you and him still were hanging, probably to further your lie. Your stuffed animal sat on your bed and he smiled. “Thank you for coming, I didn’t think you’d actually answer my text.”

“I wanted to get away from Jack and Quinn anyway, they were annoying me,” Luke joked. “Why didn’t you ever tell your family?” Luke asked. You sighed, sitting on the edge of your bed. “I didn’t want to tell them, they were disappointed when I changed my major. I didn’t want to tell them I lost my boyfriend too.”

He frowned. “I haven't dated anyone since you. My parents just think I was with you during the summer but I was really just driving around town or window shopping at stores,” you admitted. Luke opened his mouth to say something but shut it when his phone buzzed. He had been gone for three hours, his brothers and parents were wondering where he had gone. “I have to go,” Luke swallowed.

You walked him out, watching with a smile as he bid everyone a goodbye and walked him out to his car. “I hope your family is well and Jersey treats you well,” you whispered. “Have a good Christmas (Y/N).”

If Luke and you were still dating, he would have kissed you. You would have seen his parents for Christmas, messed with Quinn and Jack, it would have been all fine. “Bye Luke.”

You snuck past your family, wanting to go cry in your room. You missed Luke. You entered your childhood bedroom, but there was something on your bed. It was a folded piece of paper, from Luke. You slowly unfolded it. A plane ticket to New Jersey.

[fragile-practice]

Week in Review

October 23rd-29th

Welcome to Fragile Practice, where I attempt to make something of value out of stuff I have to read.

My future plan is to do longer-form original pieces on interesting topics or trends. For now, I'm going to make the weekly reviews habitual and see if I have any time left.

Technology

OpenAI forms team to study ‘catastrophic’ AI risks, including nuclear threats - Tech Crunch; Kyle Wiggers

OpenAI launched a new research team called AI Safety and Security to investigate the potential harms of artificial intelligence focused on AI alignment, AI robustness, AI governance, and AI ethics.

Note: Same energy as “cigarette company funds medical research into smoking risks”.

Artists Allege Meta’s AI Data Deletion Request Process Is a ‘Fake PR Stunt’ - Wired; Kate Knibbs

Artists who participated in Meta’s Artificial Intelligence Artist Residency Program accused the company of failing to honor their data deletion requests and claim that Meta used their personal data to train its AI models without their consent.

Note: Someday we will stop being surprised that corporate activities without obvious profit motive are all fake PR stunts.

GM and Honda ditch plan to build cheaper electric vehicles - The Verge; Andrew J. Hawkins

General Motors and Honda cancel their joint venture to develop and produce cheaper electric vehicles for the US market, citing the chip shortage, rising costs of battery materials, and the changing market conditions.

Note: What are the odds this isn’t related to the 7 billion dollars the US government announced to create hydrogen hubs.

'AI divide' across the US leaves economists concerned - The Register; Thomas Claburn

A new study by economists from Harvard University and MIT reveals a significant gap in AI adoption and innovation across different regions in the US.

The study finds that AI usage is highest in California's Silicon Valley and the San Francisco Bay Area, but was also noted in Nashville, San Antonio, Las Vegas, New Orleans, San Diego, and Tampa, as well as Riverside, Louisville, Columbus, Austin, and Atlanta.

Nvidia to Challenge Intel With Arm-Based Processors for PCs - Bloomberg; Ian King

Nvidia is using Arm technology to develop CPUs that would challenge Intel processors in PCs, and which could go on sale as soon as 2025.

Note: I am far from an NVIDIA fan, but I’m stoked for any amount of new competition in the CPU space.

New tool lets artists fight AI image bots by hiding corrupt data in plain sight - Engadget; Sarah Fielding

A team at the University of Chicago created Nightshade, a tool that lets artists fight AI image bots by adding undetectable pixels into an image that can alter how a machine-learning model produces content and what that finished product looks like.

Nightshade is intended to protect artists work and has been tested on both Stable Diffusion and an in-house AI built by the researchers.

IBM's NorthPole chip runs AI-based image recognition 22 times faster than current chips - Tech Xplore; Bob Yirka

NorthPole combines the processing module and the data it uses in a two-dimensional array of memory blocks and interconnected CPUs, and is reportedly inspired by the human brain.

NorthPole can currently only run specialized AI processes and not training processes or large language models, but the researchers plan to test connecting multiple chips together to overcome this limitation.

Apple’s $130 Thunderbolt 4 cable could be worth it, as seen in X-ray CT scans - Ars Technica; Kevin Purdy

Note: These scans are super cool. And make me feel somewhat better about insisting on quality cables. A+.

The Shifting Web

On-by-default video calls come to X, disable to retain your sanity - The Register; Brandon Vigliarolo

Video and audio calling is limited to anyone you follow or who is in your address book, if you granted X permission to comb through it.

Calling other users also requires that they’ve sent at least one direct message to you before.

Only premium users can place calls, but everyone can receive them.

Google Search Boss Says Company Invests to Avoid Becoming ‘Roadkill’ - The New York Times; Nico Grant

Google’s senior vice president overseeing search said that he sees a world of threats that could humble his company at any moment.

Google Maps is getting new AI-powered search updates, an enhanced navigation interface and more - Tech Crunch; Aisha Malik

Note: These AI recommender systems are going to be incredibly valuable advertising space. It is interesting that Apple decided to compete with Google in maps but not in basic search, but has so far not placed ads in the search results.

Reddit finally takes its API war where it belongs: to AI companies - Ars Technica; Scharon Harding

Reddit met with generative AI companies to negotiate a deal for being paid for its data, and may block crawlers if no deal is made soon.

Note: Google searches for info on Reddit often seem more effective than searching Reddit itself.  If they are unable to make a deal, and Reddit follows through, it will be a legitimate loss for discoverability but also an incredibly interesting experiment to see what Reddit is like without Google.

Bandcamp’s Entire Union Bargaining Team Was Laid Off - 404 Media; Emanuel Maiberg

Bandcamp’s new owner (Songtradr) offered jobs to just half of existing employees, with cuts disproportionately hitting union leaders. Every member of the union’s eight-person bargaining team was laid off, and 40 of the union's 67 members lost their jobs.

Songtradr spokesperson Lindsay Nahmiache claimed that the firm didn’t have access to union membership information.

Note: This just sucks. Bandcamp is rad, and it’s hard to imagine it continuing to be rad after this. I wonder if Epic had ideas for BC that didn’t work out.

Surveillance & Digital Privacy

Mozilla Launches Annual Digital Privacy 'Creep-o-Meter'. This Year's Status:  'Very Creepy' - Slashdot

Mozilla gave the current state of digital privacy a 75.6/100, with 100 being the creepiest.

They measured security features, data collection, and data sharing practices of over 500 gadgets, apps, and cars to come up with their score.

Every car Mozilla tested failed to meet their privacy and security standards.

Note: It would be great if even one auto brand would take privacy seriously.

EPIC Testifies in Support of Massachusetts Data Privacy and Protection Act -Electronic Privacy Information Center (EPIC)

Massachusetts version of ADPPA.

Note: While it may warm my dead heart to see any online privacy protections in law, scrambling to do so in response to generative AI is unlikely to protect Americans in any meaningful way from the surveillance driven form of capitalism we’ve all been living under for decades.

Complex Spy Platform StripedFly Bites 1M Victims - Dark Reading

StripedFly is a complex platform disguised as a cryptominer and evaded detection for six years by using a custom version of EternalBlue exploit, a built-in Tor network tunnel, and trusted services like GitLab, GitHub, and Bitbucket to communicate with C2 servers and update its functionality.

iPhones have been exposing your unique MAC despite Apple's promises otherwise - Ars Technica

A privacy feature which claimed to hide the Wi-Fi MAC address of iOS devices when joining a network was broken since iOS 14, and was finally patched in 17.1, released on Wednesday.

Note: I imagine this bug was reported a while ago, but wasn’t publically reported until the fix was released as a term of apple’s bug bounty program.

What the !#@% is a Passkey? - Electronic Frontier Foundation

Note: I welcome our passkey overlords.

[hockeychatstea]

Tea time:

There’s something so sus going on with Maddie and Provy (I don’t like him like that). Their relationship dynamic is so odd. Buckle up because I’ve been sitting on this for a while.

I started to sense trouble in paradise for them when Maddie’s birthday happened in April 2023 and she went to Miami (her mom, brother and friends all were celebrating with her there) and Provy just wasn’t there.

Last summer (June I think?), they appeared to have gotten engaged in Hawaii but at some point during the off-season, for whatever reason, Maddie went private on her personal and took down posts, including the post about her and Provy being engaged and right before the season started, she put the engagement post back up and put more photos of their trip in her highlights and even had a highlight for when she lived in Columbus. Around Christmas time, she did the same thing from before with taking the post down and going private (If I remember correctly, I think she posted that she went home to New Jersey) for Christmas but eventually put it back up. They also sold their house last year during the season. Maddie also went to see her brother in California this year and mentioned something along the lines about possibly wanting to move there.

Throughout the 2023-24 season, there were some posts of her (mostly stories) wearing the engagement ring, including to a conference down in Florida with the dog (Drake) earlier this year and Maddie also went back to Florida to see Provy play in Tampa and they also did that interview with Drake with Bally Sports (her left hand was out of sight most of the time).

She also hasn’t posted about their anniversary in about (or over) a year (I want to know if she started dating Provy when she was interning with the Flyers or after).

The kicker to me is that as of this offseason, the engagement picture is gone, the Columbus highlight is gone, some of the Hawaii photos are missing from the highlight and Maddie recently posted that she went back to Florida (for the 4th time this year, I think?) with Drake to stay for a month to see if they would like staying there for a long period of time (of course, they could possibly be getting a vacation home there and she’s tasked with that while Provy’s training away in Russia but she could also be trying to move there). Maddie did post earlier this off-season a somewhat subtle shot of Provy and her together with the dog but he was kinda hidden a bit in the story post. She’s also posted about going back and forth to NYC this off-season and still follows bridal accounts so i dont know if they’re getting married on the DL or if she’s secretly trying to move to NYC.

Another thing to note as well is that she also took down some of the hockey related stuff of Provy and Drake from Drake’s insta.

I dont know why Maddie is trying to hide her relationship with Provy and her and Drake being associated with him when she’s publicly posted things (even after the pride night fallout) about him (again, the interview and posts on both her and Drake’s accounts), like girl own up that you’re with the homophobic man and you may or may not be trying to marry him.

Chaos thought: Maddie also may or may not be dragging out her relationship with Provy (behind the scenes) to maintain her level of status (he is a big reason why Drake’s insta became famous and why she has so many followers on her personal, also her followers do fluctuate when she posted publicly about him on her personal) and if Provy doesn’t stick around in the NHL going forward (or decides to go home to the KHL), maybe she’ll leave for good.

I know it isn’t easy because they’ve been together for so long and she’s probably accustomed to a certain lifestyle (and there’s always a possibility that she could be at fault for their relationship downfall or whatever) but personally, I want her to move on from him (preferably sooner rather than later)

I dont know what’s going on over there 100% like that but there’s something is going on over there.

I personally think he's a piece of shit so i know very little about their relationship, but if they have broken up good for her, lol

[justforbooks]

Frank Stella

One of the most influential US abstract artists who started out as a minimalist but constantly reinvented his work

In February 2015, a pair of enormous stars, one in polished aluminium and the other unvarnished teak, appeared in the courtyard of the Royal Academy in London. These were by the American artist and honorary Academician Frank Stella, who has died aged 87.

For all their differences, the two stars were part of a single work called, with deadpan literalness, Inflated Star and Wooden Star. Given their size – each measured 7 metres in all dimensions – it seemed unlikely that these could have anything to hide. In 1966, in a dig at the mystical airs of abstract expressionism, Stella famously said: “What you see is what you see.”

It became the battle cry of a then newly emergent style known as minimalism – and also seemed to fit Inflated Star and Wooden Star to a T.

And yet Stella’s work raised many more questions than it answered. His stars were welded together by a tubular metal armature, as they were by their title. They seemed to be in orbit around each other, although which exerted gravitational pull on which was impossible to say.

Visually as materially, they were very different from each other. Inflated Star was plumped-up and cushiony, polished to a Jeff Koonsy high gloss; Wooden Star seemed austere and skeletal. It was impossible to read one without reference to the other, and yet the frame of that reference – before / after, older / newer, stronger / weaker – was left entirely to the viewer to decide.

Beyond this again was the question of puns. Both sets of Stella’s grandparents had arrived in the US as Sicilian immigrants at the turn of the 20th century. His parents, Frank Sr, a gynaecologist, and Constance (nee Santonelli), an artist turned housewife, spoke Italian to each other at home. Stella is Italian for “star”.

Stella’s engagement with the star form began early, and in two dimensions. By 1963, on a residency at Dartmouth College in New Hampshire, he was making paintings on star-shaped canvases, such as Port Tampa City. These were joined by prints such as the 1967 Star of Persia series. In one form or another, Stella’s many hundreds of stars are to be found in galleries, plazas and sculpture parks all over the world. He remained testily insistent that the form was not his nominative calling card, and pointed out that the only person he knew who did not own a Stella star was himself.

Fame came to him early. The oldest of three children, Stella was born in Malden, an affluent suburb of Boston, Massachusetts, and was sent by his ambitious parents to Phillips Academy, Andover, a local equivalent of Eton and alma mater to both Presidents Bush. The art lessons he had there were the only ones he would receive. After graduating with a BA in history from Princeton in 1958, he moved to New York, where he rented a loft in West Broadway and earned his keep as a house painter.

In this he had been trained by his father, who, despite working a 60-hour week, insisted on doing painting jobs around the house with the help of his son. Stella’s early Copper Paintings (1961) used the barnacle-repellent gunk with which he had caulked his father’s sloop the summer before. Another series, begun in the same year, was named Benjamin Moore after the well-known brand of house paint in which they were made. Andy Warhol bought an entire set of the works from new, beginning his own Campbell’s Soup series shortly after.

Stella was no pop artist, however. He used household paints and brushes not to satirise popular culture but because they were familiar to him. “The first time I saw a Pollock,” he said in a 2000 interview with the NPR radio network, “I knew straightaway how it was done.”

The black paintings that he began in 1959 remain among his most famous, canvases such as Die Fahne Hoch!, in the Whitney Museum of American Art, powerful in part because of the domesticity of their darkness. Built up of parallel bands of black household enamel separated by narrow strips of raw canvas, they are popularly known as “pinstripe” paintings; a mode that Stella would use into the 1970s. So instantly successful were these early works that their 23-year-old maker was included in the show Sixteen Americans at the Museum of Modern Art in New York in 1959, alongside Jasper Johns and Ellsworth Kelly. In 1970, at 33, he became the youngest artist ever to be given a MoMA retrospective.

Stella’s early insistence that a painting was “a flat surface with paint on it – nothing more” seemed reductive, but it gave him a set of rules to battle with. An early way around the self-imposed strictures of his own form of minimalism was the production of shaped canvases – stars, and so-called “notched” paintings such as Newstead Abbey (1960), in which nicks cut from all four sides of a vertical canvas generate a rhythm of lines that suggest a rhombus in the middle of them. The feeling is of a flattened ziggurat, as though Stella’s two dimensional work might at any moment spring into three dimensions.

That was more or less what happened in the mid-80s. For the ensuing decade, Stella made works such as La Scienza della Fiacca (4x) (1984) that responded in a broad way to the novel Moby Dick. Where the black and pinstripe paintings had worked with and against their own insistent flatness, Stella’s paintings of the 80s and 90s suddenly broke free of the wall, pushing outwards in curls and swoops of moulded fibreglass and aluminium, often dappled with paint. (“They’re surfaces to paint on,” he said of the new works at the time. “So it’s still all about painting.”) It was a short step from there to sculptures such as the stars that appeared in the courtyard of Burlington House in 2015.

If this seemed like a shift from minimalism to maximalism, change was itself part of Stella’s story. Also in the mid-80s, the cigar-chomping artist had become fascinated by the idea of turning smoke rings into sculptures.

Over the next 20 years, these slowly morphed, as smoke rings will, into works with names such as Atalanta and Hippomenes (2017), some wall-based and some made for the floor. As with his stars, Stella’s intention seemed to be to see how far he could push representation before it disappeared in a puff of abstraction.

Change also meant his work moving back and forth between media, dimensions and decades. When the World Trade Center was destroyed in September 2001, the large diptych paintings by Stella that had hung in the lobby of one of the buildings went with it. In 2021, they were replaced in the plaza of the rebuilt WTC by the sculpture Jasper’s Split Star, named after his friend Johns. This was both an entirely new work and one whose roots went back 60 years, to the painting Jasper’s Dilemma (1962-63).

By the 21st century, Stella was unquestionably one of the grand old men of American art. In 2009, he was awarded the National Medal of Arts by President Barack Obama. In 2023, Delta, one of his earliest black paintings, went on sale at Art Basel Miami with a price tag of $45m.

Stella married the art historian and critic Barbara Rose in 1961. They had two children, Rachel and Michael, and divorced in 1969. He had a daughter, Laura, from a relationship with Shirley De Lemos Wyse. With the paediatrician Harriet McGurk, whom he married in 1973, Stella had two sons, Peter and Patrick. She and all five children, and five grandchildren, survive him.

🔔 Frank Philip Stella, artist, born 12 May 1936; died 4 May 2024

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

[compressednerve]

🖌, 📺, and 🍂 for the ask game?

HELLO! Richard 🐔 welcome to the askbox thunderdome 🌩️⚡. Thank you for sending me this ask I have appreciated it greatly to be asked these emoji questions :~)

🖌 - Do you have/want any tattoos? Yes, I have two tattoos. One is of a wasp on my shoulder/back that I got when I was 17 (regret, mostly, want to get this covered up ASAP), and my other one is a Sunrise/Sunset over the ocean with a palm tree in the foreground that I got when I was 19, on my right bicep. I won't post a picture but here's a drawing of them. The wasp was because I wanted a tattoo so bad so bad so bad so my mom hooked me up with a tattooist who happened to live down the street from us... I don't like it because it's just, very small, on the large expanse of my back, right next to some cigarette burn scars??? it just feels. out of place... The sunset was because @parasitefun and I had made life plans to live together within like, two months of us talking, and the original plan was for Florida. Because we met thru the Hotline Miami fandom, and also there was this band I was obsessed with that originated in Tampa and this article I read about them made it seem so romantically warm and humid and hazy... gosh. So the same tattooist who did my wasp also did my sunrise. It's not nearly this vibrant IRL because she was doing my work directly on my skin, and at the time I was only working in watercolor?! so it actually looks faded as fuck 😭 but other than maybe touching it up, I want to retain the meaning and build around it. my favoritest part has to be the lines in between, they're really broken up like that so the skin shows through!!!

as for if I want any more tattoos, yes, of course I do! I want more tattoos every day, but I've gotten more picky in the past few years... I can't really decide on any one design, and Parasite has been the sole earner for our entire relationship >_< so there's not usually any fun money set aside for things like body mods, unfortunately. Here's a design I've wanted since 2016- it's the cover art for Oneohtrix Point Never's "Garden of Delete" which is one of the only things that saved me that year ;_;

This morning I read an article about how heatwaves affect Train Tracks, which for some reason I can't find the article now but I'll try to find it later, but anyways heat causes train tracks to "buckle" which is just ludicrous to me, I had no idea, very terrifying. Railways are beasts... so beautiful... so feral... augh.

^aspd mantra.

so anyways, then I fell into a 3hour nap and woke up to the sound of Parasite cooking dinner/lunch (pork chops n rice a roni), banging the spatula against the pot <3. And the first mental image that came to mind was of a tattoo design for a buckled rail, as a metaphor for having a hard time with your body, and doing what you're supposed to do especially when under heat and stress >_< cripple metaphorz, I guess...

📺 - Favourite show? This has been answered here:

🍂 - What’s your favourite season? ah god.... oh fuck.... *falls over and clutches my chest and sobs and weeps*

I'll attempt to keep this a little short, but mainly: my system is so fragmented, so compartmentalized and so blacked out of Sense Memories, and seasons are senses. My mom has bipolar (or schizoaffective bipolar, or Sadistic Personality Disorder + HPD + ASPD, or god knows what else) and Seasonal Affective Disorder, and I ended up with Seasonal Affective as well v_v I think most people end up with a Strong Sense Memory attached to, usually, only one season, usually Winter or Summer... that's at least what I see most often when people talk about it, if they talk about it at all, but I ended up with serious trauma that seemed intrinsically linked to each of the Seasonal Changes 😓 It doesn't help that I'm exquisitely sensitive to temperature/air pressure changes, and I'm more or less "severely" agoraphobic both on a physical level (outside is way too large) and on a mental level (i am so small and there are so many people out there, people who can and will stare at me, and the architecture, oh god!)...

I have a lot of good memories attached to each season, and a lot of bad memories as well... so I guess it's more about the minute moments contained within each swirling maelstrom of seasons. Going out to the city with my mom in late October on an unusually crisp, sunny day so I'm sweating under my leather jacket but the air is stinging my face. Laying down on the concrete in the middle of the road in early March, feeling the sun on my eyes. That first breath of fascination upon waking up to the first snowy morning, at any point in Winter, except for most of my life I lived in Washington so, sometimes there wouldn't even be snow :/ These are flash in the pan memories that stick out like little shimmering crystals in a sea of lead and blood.

Most of my positive associations with seasons also has to do with how nature changes alongside with it, seeing the trees die and regrow, rain falling or sun shining or clouds moving, animals present or not, etc... it's all very magical and wondrous. Listening to birdsong calms me down, and it's one of my nicer hallucinations usually when I'm awake in the early morning hours... god there is nothing better than being awake at 4am in the middle of summer and seeing the very first slivers of sunlight followed by birds waking up 🐦🦆🕊️🌅