#thanked his coach

[figureskatingpenguin]

Shoma Uno & Stephane Lambiel: Fall On Me | Friends on Ice 2024

thanking both shoma and stephane for this very lovely program 💙

[dayurno]

robin cross and kevin day parallels actually go so crazy. they both spent their formative years in a basement underground with exy-obsessed captors. they both saw exy as freedom. they both were isolated even within the foxes’ group of outcasts. they were both under andrew’s protection. it cost kevin jean to leave the nest and it cost robin another girl’s life to escape her kidnapper. robin carried her racquet with her to self-soothe and kevin restrings the net of his when he’s anxious. they’re even bird coded

[waywardted]

Boy oh boy, if you knew Coach Beard, you’d know what a big deal that was.

[novahedron]

“average iterator is proficient at modifying purposed organisms" factoid actually (sic) just statistical error. Average iterator has no clue about biological engineering. Slugcats Georg (coloquially known as Seven Red Suns), who lives in a can & modifies over 10,000 slugcats each cycle, is an outlier and should not have been counted.

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

[twinstxrs]

thinking about kageyama’s “it’s the setter’s job to break the wall in front of the spiker” in reference to how kenma sponsoring hinata while he’s in brazil and onwards is effectively doing that on a financial level. once a setter always a setter.

[fanficfanattic]

Just watched the Wembley confrontation approximately 30 times so I could write down the exact dialogue. And to get more of the body language and gestures down. The scene lasts for precisely two minutes. (37:07-39:07)

James pokes his head into the room asking, “Are you decent?” Laughs as he crosses the doorway.

James walks past the security guard to enter the room, puts his thumb to his nose, before saying to the guard, “I told ya” and then to himself, “prick.” Laughs.

James is only a bit into the room before he says to the room, “Oh, gentlemen, gentlemen.” He throws his arms wide and mockingly groans before laughing again.

James is now fully into the center of the room and turns a bit to try and address all of the team. Says “Hey, it’s a tough one lads. It’s a tough one, but no shame to it.”

“Cause, you know, we only ever” pretends to tap his temple like he’s trying to remember something: “beat,” does a few feet bounces and fake little punches, “uh, everybody we play.” Laughs again.

James turns to Lasso who does the quickest fake Midwestern polite smile while Roy stands next to him stiff and angry. Will is looking over his shoulder, between the two coaches, stocking or taking out bottles from a mini fridge maybe?

“So you pups had no chance,” while once again spreading his arms. He finally looks right at Jamie and lets out a fake gasp before saying “Oh.” As though he is disappointed to see Jamie is actually standing there.

He points double finger guns at him while adding, “And there he is, my son.”

Says “My own flesh and blood” with mock grief in his voice. He stares at Jamie from half a room away, and bounces on his feet again.

“Poor Jamie, my son.”

He rocks his hips loose even as he brings his pointer finger to his nose. Does an exaggerated sniff. Then he goes back to addressing the room at large. Faces one way as he starts to talk.

“Now,” and he gestures with his right hand, then turns to take in the other side, “maybe I’m thinking his heart’s still in Manchester” and he gestures with both hands slightly towards his own chest “and that’s why he missed that sitter in the first half.” He points a finger into the air like he’s having a eureka moment.

Chuckles. Does another of his fake sympathetic groans.

“Oh ho ho.” And then lets out a little “Whew!”

Then starts tiny jogging towards Jamie while sing songing “You absolutely bottled* it.” He stops to throw his head back, arms wide, and then straightens up to slow walk closer. He laughs while saying, “You bottled it!”

Then he’s only a few steps away from Jamie and starts pantomiming some boxing moves. Ducks just a bit, has his hands in fists doing small jabs. “What were you thinking?”

Then he is right at Jamie and continues to do the small jabs, not hard, but landing like small pokes right against Jamie’s stomach. Jamie ever so slightly steps back. James pauses for half a second and then does an extra jab pushing Jamie another half step back.

James lets out a teasing “Ah ah ah.” Then “I’m only kidding, hey.” Before laughing again with a bit of a cough in the middle.

Ted does not look impressed and Roy has titled his head back a bit to squint at the man. Will is focusing on the mini fridge until James starts talking again. This time more quietly and just to Jamie.

“Hey, look, uhh…do us a favor…” and he comes back on screen as he moves his hand from his face, while sniffing, but like he’d just gestured Jamie closer or perhaps had gestured to his ear to indicate Jamie should listen to him. He continues “and get Denbo and Bug past security.”

James moves his right arm to indicate the stadium on the other side of the wall. “They wanna go on the pitch-” then he mimes raising a camera and clicking it. Jamie’s mouth turns down into a frown while his head gives the smallest shake. “-take a few snaps and all that, yeah?” Before licking his lips, letting out another sniff, and bouncing on his feet 2-3 times.

Jamie finally says something, which is to answer his dad with “I’d rather ‘em not.” He stares a hair over his father’s shoulder, not making eye contact with anyone.

James looks a bit to the side, not in embarrassment nor seemingly worried what people were thinking about his son turning his request down. More like he didn’t actually need to look at Jamie anymore.

“Yeah, they only want to look around.” And he looks back to Jamie again but it’s because he’s miming a guy jab with his left hand while saying “It’ll only take a second.” Then mimes punching him right in the jaw with a weird sound effect noise. “Doosh(?).”

James mouth drops open into a wide grin and chuckle.

Jamie repeats himself word for word, “I’d rather ‘em not.” But he is slightly louder this time and looks right at his father. He nods his head ever so slightly.

Offscreen James responds with, “What?” Then focuses on his face returning to mockery.

“What, you’re not gonna all go moody little bitch” while looking Jamie up and down, continuing, “just cause you got your arse served to you on a plate, are ya?”

Jamie is quieter again when he responds with “Don’t speak to me like that.” Jamie is back to not meeting his dad’s eye even as James starts bouncing on the balls of his feet again.

Then he pushes a little closer in to Jamie, face seemingly open to hearing what Jamie has to say, before going “ahuh?”

Jamie repeats himself word for word for the second time. “Don’t speak to me like that.”

James repeats his “Huh?” while pressing closer again, head tilted as though to hear him better. Jamie tries to repeat himself for a third time but his dad interrupts with his own third “huh?”

When Jamie finishes, his dad says “Huh?” a fourth time and then pulls back a minuscule amount to look Jamie in the eye.

James says to him “Okay, well,” and James lifts his right hand to flick up in the air. “-let’s see if you can hear this, hmm?”

Beard is shown in the background seething. James is still right in Jamie’s face, where he sniffs again, before leaning a bit closer as though to whisper.

“You know that ‘ickle tv show’ you made?” And makes broad gestured quotation marks even. “You just made it easier for Manchester City” He flicks the first finger of his left hand up like he’s about to count off things but instead uses it to point at Jamie while adding “to kick you to the curb!”

Then he leans back with a grin to continue mocking Jamie. He even adds a tongue waggle of his own.

“And look where you are now.” He laughs in his face. “Twaddling about with a bunch of…”

He spreads his arms wide and spins 180° to address the whole room. “…amateurs! No offense, no offense.”

No one responds to him, so he gives more of a belly laugh, and scratches the side of his nose with his right forefinger. Then turns around, leading with that finger pointing at Jamie. Who is not only not looking his father in the eye, he’s truly looking downwards for the first time.

Then he flattens his mouth and starts to turn away with his dad going “Huh?”

James grabs Jamie’s left bicep with his own left hand, to swing him back to face him yelling “Don’t turn your back on me” then pushing Jamie while finishing with “you pussy.”

Jamie pushes off from the foot he’d stepped back from his dad with to throw his punch.

James hits the floor, palms stopping his fall, with a groan. He pushes half up onto his hip and puts the back of his hand to his face.

Jamie’s face is in a pained grimace.

He pants out “Jesus god” while glaring venomously up at his son. Which must be when he notices that Jamie is wild eyed and terrified. The grimace is gone and instead he looks stunned.

James laughs before pushing himself up to standing, Jamie’s mouth parts while his dad is saying “Oh, yeah. Okay.”

Once standing, James says “You can have that one for free.” And gets one bounce in while readying his own fist.

Which is when Beard grabs him and says “Time to go.”

While being dragged towards the door, James is still trying to fight Jamie. “You wanna go, big time. Hey? Let’s have it, Jamie!”

Beard almost has him to the door when James screams “Don’t you forget where you came from!” Then Beard gives his “watch the door” warning while pushing James’ head against the door.

Edit 2: @kaph123 asked if James said “balled it” (what cc says and I originally posted despite some questions) or “bottled it” (a more common expression). I did a relisten and it sounded like balled BUT also like the accent might be in play. @itsjustpoopeh listened with better headphones and revealed there was a bit of a stutter which indicates its most likely Mancunian consonant dropping and should be bottled. I changed it above!

Edited to add the comfort we all needed at the reminder of our tender human hearts from @thetarttfuldickhead 🤣

[stromer]

I also don’t like talking about him either when I’m up here, but those don’t go in without him.

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[ratatatastic]

would really love if there was list on which cats call pomo "paul" and which cats call him "mo" because i keep flipping from podcast to podcast and i get so much whiplash from the change

[higgssupremacy]

[xariarte]

free nova knicks writing from u?? sign me tf up!!

id like "baking gone wrong" with the nova trio (am i predictable.), if ur interested !!

Thanks for the prompt!! 🥺💖

I actually love writing baking stories, so I hope you enjoy this one! 😭

“Hey, no, Josh, wait!” Jalen said, scanning the recipe as Josh dumped a cup of sugar in the bowl. “It’s one and a half cups of sugar. How many did you put?”

They were making some cookies for Thibs, after finding out that the man had a sweet tooth. Jalen had the idea, Donte co-signed it and Josh…he bragged that he could make cookies, even though Jalen knew better. Josh didn’t know how to cook or bake. He’d once made a cake for his dog, but making a cake for a dog versus a human were two different things, even if Josh claimed otherwise.

“No, what are you talking about? It’s two!” Josh said at once, before leaning over to look at the recipe. “Oh, my bad, it’s one and a half. Whatever, I only put one cup. Relax.”

“It’s not whatever, we’re not trying to kill Thibs,” he huffed, then heard Donte start giggling from behind. “Shut up, ‘Te. Laugh any harder and I’ll ask Thibs to extend your minutes.”

He only laughed harder, while Josh squinted at the recipe in his hands. Jalen sighed, then pointed at the butter in front of him. He’d already carefully sliced it into cubes. Josh scooped up the butter with both hands and then dumped it in the bowl, before turning on the hand beater. 

“Slowly—Josh!” Jalen watched with alarm as Josh stuck the hand beater into the bowl and intensely creamed the butter and sugar. “We need more sugar!”

Josh lifted the beater, letting sugar and butter fly everywhere. He cursed and shut it off, while Jalen used the recipe to shield himself. He sighed horrendously, glaring at him, but Josh ignored him, pouring a messy half a cup of sugar into the measuring cup before dumping it into the bowl. He turned the beater back on and jammed it into the rest of the butter and sugar.

“‘Te, can you grab the eggs?” Jalen asked, then turned around to see Donte crack an egg and get pieces of shell into the egg whites. “Oh…my god. Donte!”

“Now they’ll be extra crunchy for Thibs to enjoy,” Josh told them, laughing loudly.

“What is wrong with you?” Jalen groaned. “We are not putting egg shell in there. Donte, get it out!”

Eventually, Donte cracked all the eggs and Josh dumped it into the bowl, still mixing. Jalen measured the flour, then added the salt. Donte took the recipe from him, and then added vanilla while Josh mixed some more. 

He hoped that Thibs would enjoy the cookies. That was their coach. He believed in Thibs, even if other people complained - including Josh - about the number of minutes he played them for. He was building a different New York Knicks team, one that was gritty and stronger than before. Jalen was carrying the weight of that idea, but Thibs believed in him, and he’d be damned if—

“Hello!” Josh said, poking his ear. “Give me the flour!”

“Bro!” Jalen said, yanking his head out of the way. “Dude, stop it.”

Josh took the bowl of flour from him and dumped half of the flour in. Jalen spluttered, wrenching the bowl away from him before he could dump all of it in. Josh gave him an incredulous look, holding out his hand, as if he expected him to hand him the bowl again. Donte giggled and slapped a high five into Josh’s hand, which in turn made Josh giggle.

Jalen was not amused.

“Relax!” Josh told him again, before sticking the beater back into the bowl.

An aggressive cloud of flour came up as soon as he turned on the beater, and then Jalen was arguing with him to hand him the beater, in which Josh argued back that he had it under control, and—

“Thibs called,” Donte said unhelpfully. “He said he’s coming with your dad.”

“Fuck,” Jalen said, then wrangled the hand beater from Josh and mixed the damn cookies himself.

It was only when the cookies were in the oven that Jalen realized that he’d forgotten the baking soda…or the baking powder, he couldn’t remember which. Josh noticed the change in him at once, then smiled, a grin full of teeth. Jalen twisted his mouth, knowing that Josh knew. He didn’t know exactly, but he knew Jalen had made a mistake. Donte was oblivious, still, but once he found out, he would dunk on him too.

“What is it, Jalen?” Josh asked, his voice normal, soft, even. “What’s up?”

Jalen glared at him, full on, then sighed, looking away. “Nothing, I just…I think…I forgot the damn baking powder. Or soda. I don’t remember which. Donte took away the recipe before I could check.”

“I didn’t do anything,” Donte protested at once.

“So what’s going to happen to the cookies?” Josh asked.

“Uh, I think they’ll be flat. Maybe we should pull it out sooner. Donte, how much time is left on the timer?”

“What timer?” Donte asked, looking at him in confusion. “You didn’t tell me to put a timer on.”

By the time Jalen ran to the oven, half the cookies were burning. Donte tried to apologize, but Jalen wasn’t having it, until Josh offered to scrape off the burned parts…causing his fingers to get burned, because he’d forgotten that the cookies were still hot.

“Ow!” Josh yelped, while Jalen dragged his hands down his face. “Fuck, I forgot they’d been in the oven.”

“Dude, you’re so dumb,” Donte told him. “Everyone knows the cookies need to cool down.”

“I’m dumb? This dumbass forgot the baking powder!”

“It was an accident!” Jalen grumbled. “Thibs is going to kill us for making him this.”

“If Thibs won’t eat it, I will,” Josh said, rolling his eyes. “And Donte and I won’t save any for you.”

“I’m not eating burned cookies!” Donte argued. 

“Even if I scraped all the bad parts off? Come on, ‘Te!”

In the end, they had to throw away the burned cookies. His dad had roasted them for the way they’d made them, as if the cookies weren’t already been roasted enough, and although Thibs tried his best to eat them, he gave up. He did say that the cookies were good, but that they needed to pull it out of the oven sooner next time. Jalen groaned as Josh pointed fingers at him and Donte again, spurring another round of arguments about who was to blame for the cookie disaster.

[passinoutpieces]

with no clippers in his bunker jacob has no choice but to grow out his hair

[syoddeye]

went to a sports thing and now all I can think about is official!reader either making a call that costs them the game or wins them the game, and the fellas proceed accordingly

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

For word Wednesday-

Foot(feet), hotel, eyes, hands

Thank you thank you friend!

Feet from an untitled bad things happen bingo fill. (Shoutout to @abubblingcandle for answering my football questions and helping flesh out this idea!)

Pulisic took his stance by the corner flag as Greyhounds and Rossoneri alike jockeyed for position in front of Zoreaux. The ball soared towards the net and the AC Milan forward, Giroud, launched for the ball at the same time as both Jamie and Zoreaux. All three clattered together in a jumble of heads and shoulders before they all tumbled violently to the pitch. Jamie saw Zoreaux in his eye line from the ground, the goalie holding his head in his hands, with blood already pouring through the overly large gloves he wore.

Jamie was back on his feet and motioning for the physios before he had time to think, before his brain had time to catch up to his body. Physios from both teams rushed to their downed players and Jamie moved to give them space as they approached the injured goalie. He stumbled slightly as pain shot through his ankle. Dani caught him by the elbow before he could fall back to the pitch.

Hotel from there is no other land:

The rest of the ride passed in pregnant silence. It felt like a tomb to Roy; he couldn’t wait to get to the hotel and breathe in fresh air. Jamie slumped down in his seat like a despondent teenager told he couldn’t go out with his friends. Beard sat rigid in the front seat, eyes looking through the front windshield. Belatedly, Roy remembered to text Keeley. He was so caught up in getting Jamie, Roy almost forgot to update his concerned ex. Jamie fled from the cab as soon as it came to a full stop, Beard following close behind. Roy lagged behind while he handed the driver the agreed-upon money.

“Here’s an extra hundred.” The cab driver held out his hand, but Roy held the money just out of reach. “You never fucking saw us.”

Eyes and hands in the untitled home invasion fic aka look at me all fucked up:

Jamie was yanked up by his hair and the rough hand around his wrist. This was the first time Jamie got a look at the three men. They were all wearing ski masks which Jamie took as a good sign. All he could see was their eyes but it was too dark to make out color. A hand released his hair to pull his left wrist behind his back to meet the other.

“Get something to tie his hands.”

[3416]

hi again my favourite mitch scholar! i have a quick question. what line did mitch used to play on in his drbut year? and the few years after and how did the progression to him getting to play on auston’s wing looked like? thanks :)

hi there! disclaimer: i wasn't a fan way back when and it's actually pretty hard to find the lineups before about 2019, but from the couple things i've looked up here... this is the lineup from january 1st, 2017, which is about halfway through his first season.

he spent a lot of time playing with jvr and bozak if what i've read/remember is right. his average toi during 16-17 was a little under 17 minutes, and he was fairly productive, esp as a rookie.

for the 17-18, here's a few lineups i could find.

still playing quite a bit with jvr and bozak, and sometimes getting elevated (or demoted) but babcock really hated playing him with auston like...... ever, lol. even when things went stale, like they never played on the same line. you can go through @1634archive for things back from 2016/2017/2018 and see where they got to be on ice for goals at the same time whether they were out there for a shift or a powerplay, but there's not a TON that aren't warmups bc they rlly didn't play together much despite wanting to. you can also look through this thread i made on twitter about all of the goals they've combined on.. though there are zero their first year in the league bc they legitimately were never out there together.

it seems like the first time they were actually put on a line together on purpose was late january 2019 bc the lineup had gone THAT stale that babcock caved, lol. here's snippets of auston and babcock media availability about them getting to play together.. and also here's a radio interview (@3:30ish) auston did around that time too where he says he liked that he was put on a line with mitch and reiterates that he played w him virtually never at 5v5 the first 2.5 years.

the fact that auston even makes a comment about how much babcock doesn't like it is just so...... telling to me, lol. either babcock hated the fact that auston had a preference or opinions about the lineup and was sticking it to him by never giving him what he wanted or... he hated mitch or both or SOMETHING. they clearly had problems... p sure there are even reports babcock literally flew to arizona to smooth things over with him at some point... babcock was a really stubborn and hardass coach who thought a lot of demented shit so lol ANYWYA.

even after that first time they were allowed to play together.. mitch finished out the 18-19 year on jt's wing and started the 19-20 year on it too.

babcock was fired 23 games into the 19-20 season after they went 9-10-4 and were on a 5 game losing streak. here's an article about it. it only came out later about the making a rookie mitch rank his teammates list but just validated the firing even more.

and here we are into january of 2020 after sheldon keefe takes over and mitch gets back from an injury, lol. he immediately was willing to give them a shot and ever since, it's been something that's always on the table when lines need a shakeup.

there are a lot of conclusions you can come to with all this information i feel like, but i hope it was helpful!! this is why it drives me nuts when people act like mike babcock was valid to "keep them apart" aka literally never play them together for years no matter how stale and bad the lineup got like... it got his ass fired, lol. no it was not a valid way to be with two exceptional players. i'm not saying a coach should just listen to their players wishes 24/7, but the inability to accept feedback or take into account preferences is wild and will get you nowhere. i wasn't around for all that, but knowing what we all know about mike babcock now.... idk, i appreciate sheldon keefe's ability to adapt more. people can think what they want about him relying on parts of his lineup as "crutches" but realistically, we don't know about his relationships with the players and 1634 are consistently the best and most dangerous part of the lineup year after year these days.

mitch and auston put up career numbers playing next to each other, and both of them know it and have wanted it since they developed their little warmup routine as literal rookies, and they're hopefully gonna get to play together for a long long time like elliotte said. :)

[theorderofthetriad]

the thing about the ATLA episode The Blue Spirit that has been making me insane for years is that it really makes it so clear that being a firebender and thus expected to rely on firebending was holding zuko back, and that he was practically fucking unstoppable when outside of the expectations forced on him by the fire nation