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nathanlafraneer · 1 year

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1980: Joni Mitchell and Toller Cranston make some deeply Canadian art

I came across a video today that I haven't seen or thought about since high school; someone was kind enough to post Joni Mitchell's "music video" (I'm sure she'd like me to call it a short film) for the song "Hejira." It was shot in 1979 to be inserted into the ill-begotten live concert film Shadows and Light and features Canadian figure skater Toller Cranston skating over the live recording of "Hejira." I wondered immediately if fs people knew about this pre-MTV camp masterpiece.

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I'll come right out and say it: this video is fucking fabulous. It's experimental reach, aesthetic simplicity, and Canadian earnestness more than makes up for how silly it is. Are Mitchell and Cranston supposed to be lovers in this film? Is he some sort of athletic manifestation of her? The two had collaborated before: he posed for photographs for the Hejira album packaging back in 1976.

It all starts with Joan in her "Black Crow" getup (and black skates!) skating around Cranston who appears to be asleep or dead on the ice. He seems to be stirred by her birdlike sexual mysticism and comes alive again as she scuttles away. His body caves again, he exalts her flapping footwork. They do not reunite.

Then it's showtime. Cranston pulls out some seriously beautiful spins and spirals with positions I know I've never seen before. No jumps here, just the fundamentals done exquisitely. The scene is cut with a "bridal girl" spinning in slow-motion in the snow and shots of Mitchell singing with the track, the only real "music video" element in the film. I particularly like his rolling collapse towards the end of the song, followed immediately by a high kick. I'll bet you anything this kind of Swan Lake pose was a Joni Mitchell direction.

The video is quite effective in interpreting or evoking the ideas percolating around "Hejira," a song Mitchell wrote following a long cross-country drive, all alone. It reflects on love and connection from that isolated position, about what it means to be "bound and tied to someone" (she sings "hung up on someone" in the live version). Cranston's performance is solitary, powerful, vulnerable, filmed from start to finish in spotlight amid total blackness. It's a vibe!

Of course a collaboration this Canadian couldn't stay out of the Toronto Star! She apparently nabbed him while he was touring with Ice Capades. They shot the video once the crowd left. I'm sure many cigarettes were had as Cranston skated until "the very wee hours of the morning." Woof.

If you need more Toller (and who doesn't?) please watch his ice shows, like Strawberry Ice, which would come just a few years after the Hejira video. There is literally nothing like them. I'm also partial to his '81 World Pro skate to "La Rondine."

#joni mitchell #jonimitchell #toller cranston #figure skating #skating #hejira #music video #mtv #canadian #figure skater #Youtube

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kdramedies · 2 years

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Begging the kdrama gods for a figure skating drama 🙏

#I don't even care about figure skating that much #but I just finished rewatching Canadian skaters Tessa and Scott clips on youtube #and just...#if I could become interested in track. fencing. and now badminton I think figure skating should be next #give me all of the niche sports #plus I want pretty sparkly costumes #I'm a simple lady #I like shiny things #triple is over a decade old #I need something new #kdramedies

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keicordelle · 6 months

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Tumblr has apparently caught on that I'm Canadian because literally every single blaze post I've seen for the last 2 months has been hockey. Like there are worse things I could be seeing so I guess I'll take it, but gods

#im not even that much of a hockey fan!#i mean im canadian so i put in my requisite 1-3 games watched per year #but I'm a figure skater Tumblr!! a figure skater!! not hockey!#wrong ice sport!!#~K

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acepalindrome · 1 year

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Much like Welcome to Nightvale, I feel like a lot of people have forgotten just how big and influential Yuri on Ice was. It fully broke into the mainstream. It was everywhere. Evgenia Medvedeva, the top female figure skater in 2016 and 2017, had YOI plushies thrown to her on the ice and wore a Victuuri tshirt to an interview. Japanese pair skaters Miu Suzaki and Ryuichi Kihara skated to the YOI theme at the fucking Pyeongchang 2018 Olympics. The Olympics. Canadian ice dancer Joseph Johnson did the ‘J.J. Style’ hand symbol in the kiss and cry. Johnny Weir made me cry by talking about how he wished the homophobic world of figure skating he experienced could have been more like the kinder world of Yuri on Ice.

There were cameos and references to it everywhere. Everyone was talking about it. People who had never watched anime were watching it. It was so big it crashed Crunchyroll and Tumblr. Twice. And all that for what was at its core, a queer love story that helped pave the way for more queer stories to come.

#yuri on ice #yoi #i got a little fired up at the implication that voltron was somehow #more iconic than yoi #objectively untrue statement #anyway yoi healed my queer heart and helped me find the courage to come out to my family

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canadachronicles · 5 months

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Watching Kaetlyn Osmond skate at The 2016 Grand Prix Final brought tears to my eyes. Still. And I've seen her skate Mimi tells her story from La Bohème plenty of times --on telly, never in person, sadly-- some of her performances were better technically (she finished fourth then), but whenever and wherever she skates it, it never fails to move me. Whenever and wherever she skates. I hope I will see her on the ice, in person, some day, even if it's not in a competition as she retired; Kaetlyn on the ice is just sheer beauty. Always.

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qrrieterisunnq · 25 days

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Please any arber xhekaj x figure skater fanfic maybe shes one of the nhl ice girls/cheerleader for the Montréal canadians?

Ice Love - Arber Xhekaj

arber!xhekaj x nhl ice girl!reader Summary: Arber has been in love with this Canadian ice girl since the first game he played for them. When he saw her dancing in a bar with some guy he finally got the courage to tell her how he felt. requested: yes/no A/N: Hope you like it, anon. It was written really quickly! (yesterday and today) Sorry it wasn't sooner, I have so much work with school and everything! Everything I write is a figment of my imagination! likes are good, reblogs are better <3 gif, not mine Word count: 1,04K Warnings: alcohol consumption, fluff, touchy guy, drunk Juraj, Nick and Cole, kissing, mentions of sex

masterlist | wip's

He can’t focus on anything. Seeing her dancing in this tight short red dress drives him crazy. He has known y/n for two years now, yet he didn’t dare to ask her out.

Now, as he’s sitting in the club in a box with his teammates, with a clear view of the dance floor, he can’t keep his eyes off her. Y/n’s moves are so smooth and elegant, yet sexy and alluring.

“Go dance with her!” Juraj nudges his shoulder, grinning at him as he takes a sip of his drink. “You’ve been crushing her for the past year, so make a move finally.”

“I don’t know,” Arber sighs, sipping from his drink. His gaze pinned on y/n watching her every move. “I don’t think I’m her type.”

“Man,” Nick clicks his tongue shaking his head at Arber's stupidity. “She can’t take her eyes off you, whenever you’re in her presence.”

“Okay, but what if-“ he’s stopped by Cole’s voice and his arm around his shoulder.

“No ’What ifs’ just go there, and dance with her!” he says, his eyes already on y/n who’s dancing alone on the dance floor. The moment Arber moves her eyes on her, some guy approaches her, standing behind her, landing her hips. She turns around an uncomfortable expression on her face.

Arber doesn’t wait any longer, making his way to the dance floor, so he can save you from that guy.

“I said no! My boyfriend is here!” she said, her voice shaky as she tried to get that man away from her.

“And where he is? I don’t see him?” the man says sarcastically, moving closer to her.

“He’s standing right behind you,” Arber says, his voice calm and steady, his eyes locked in yours, the relief washed across her face when she saw his familiar face. “And if you step even closer to her, I chop your dick off!” he carefully places his hands on her hips, pulling her towards him. She rests her hands on his hands, her breaths are calmer than before.

“Oh, tough boy!” he lets out a chuckle, looking into Arber’s eyes with disbelief. “Back off, I had her first, and I can see you’re not with her.”

“And how the fuck you can see I’m not her boyfriend?” Y/n shivers from Arber's deep and irritated voice, that comes from his mouth. His hands on her hips are warm against her skin, making her push herself more into his touch.

The guy just scoffs shaking his head. A mischievous smirk plays on his lips when he looks at them. “Prove it,” he states simply, a cocky smile on his lips. “Prove me, you are her boyfriend.”

Arber looks down at y/n meeting her soft and hazy gaze. She gives him a small nod squeezing his hands. Arber bends down, his nose touching hers, and their breaths mingle. Arbers right hand rests on y/n’s neck pulling her closer to him when their lips meet.

The kiss is gentle at first, but once Arber gains more courage, he swipes his tongue along her lower lip, pleading her for access. Y/n opens her mouth, their tongues dancing in sync.

Y/n turns around in Arber’s arms her hands wrapping around his neck, pulling him down so she can deepen the kiss even more. Arber’s left hand makes its way to y/n’s butt, giving it a tender squeeze.

“Okay! Okay! Enough! I believe you know.” The guy grumbles walking away from them. Arber and Y/n didn’t even notice it, as they kept their lips on each other.

“I wanted to do this since the day I saw you in the rink with girls,” Arber whispers in her lips, biting down at her lower lip and sucking it in his mouth. Y/n lets out a whimper, her hips bucking in his, causing a soft moan to leave his throat.

“Then why haven’t you done it?” she smirks in the kiss, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“What?” Arber pulls away slightly, confusion written all over his face.

“Then why haven’t you done it?” she says again smirk lingering on her face.

“Oh,” he lets out, causing y/n to giggle at his expression.

“Yeah oh,” she giggles again. “I liked you all the time. I thought you saw the signs and just ignored them.” she shrugs her shoulders her hands scratching on his scalp.

“I-I thought, you don’t have an interest in me,” Arber says ultimately realizing how dumb he was. He could have had her girl years ago, yet he hasn’t seen any of it.

“Well, next time you shouldn’t think and just do whatever your heart says.” She whispers in his lips, kissing him again, this time more passionate.

As they keep kissing, Nick, Juraj, and Cole are watching them from the box with stupid smiles on their faces.

“I won! Gimme the money!” Juraj snorts, reaching his hands towards the two of them. They groan, getting out their wallets and handing him twenty bucks.

“As if the forty bucks were worth something,” Nick says sipping from his bear.

“Oh, they do! I’m gonna put them in the Jar with my bet wins against you two.” He laughs shoving his shoulder.

“And then you’ll do what with them?” Cole asks this time with confusion written all over his face.

“I’m gonna calculate them and see how much money I made on you.”

“What money are you three talking about?” Y/n’s voice interrupts them, a hazy smile on her lips, as she’s pressed against Arber’s chest.

“Oh, we made a bet on you two. A few weeks ago.” Cole looks up at them stupid smile on his lips. Arber cock his head to a side brows furrowed in surprise.

“You two are stupid, really…” he shook his head, kissing the top of y/n’s head. “Let’s get outta here. I have better plans to do.” He mumbles in her ear, loud enough for her to hear it.

“Yeah, and what?” she looks up at him, her eyes sparkling with passion and horniness.

“I think you know, what I mean.”

“Yeah, I know!” she smirks, grasping his hand and leading him out.

#nhl #arber xhekaj x reader #arber xhekaj #nhl fanfiction #nhl hockey #ax72 #montreal canadiens #juraj slafkovsky #cole caufield #nick suzuki

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virtchandmoir · 3 months

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thepwhlofficial: Two incredible athletes are joining our teams behind the bench as coaches at the Canadian Tire PWHL 3-on-3 Showcase during NHL All Star Thursday! 🎉

Olympian and World Champion Figure Skater Tessa Virtue joins Team King and 2021 WNBA MVP and New York Liberty Forward Jonquel Jones joins Team Kloss.

#tessa #off ice #appearance #pwhl 3-on-3 showcase 2024 #don't embarrass us tessa #you've been practicing

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neolovesneo · 1 year

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AFTER ALL THESE YEARS.

skater!mark, nurse!reader, elderbrother!johnny | fluff | best friends to strangers to friends to lovers au

note ; requests are open!! + im back i guess?? i said the same thing last year august but then i disappeared again lol,, anyways enjoy this mark fic thats been in my drafts for god knows how long </3

taglist ; @soobin-chois (lmk if you'd like to be added to my taglist!)

tw: mentions of blood, broken arms, and a hospital

Summer, 2011. (12)

"Coming through!" Johnny dramatically bellows down the halls, using his arm to swat anyone out of his way. "Injured individual making his way to Biology, get out of the way!"

Mark's face flushes bright red at his brother's antics, groaning as he kept his eyes on the ground. "Dude, will you stop it? I can walk through the crowd myself." he mumbles.

It's not like Mark can't walk either; it was just a broken arm from a nasty skateboard fall last week. Which was mainly Johnny's idea - he somehow persuaded Mark to attempt an ollie on the staircases.

Keyword: attempt.

"Yeah, yeah," Johnny huffs, stopping as they arrived outside Mark's classroom. "That's what you're saying now, and you'd go home and whine to Mom later about how I didn't 'take care of you like an elder brother should'."

The younger is about to protest but Johnny rolls his eyes, opening the classroom door and lightly pushing Mark in.

"Just be careful. Don't blow anything up, see you at lunch!"

And with that, Johnny speeds off to his own class, a blurry figure rapidly sprinting down the halls.

"Bye!" Mark calls, waving stiffly with his left hand.

"Oh my God Mark, what happened?"

You're facing the Canadian with wide eyes of surprise and concern when he turns around, jaw dropped.

"Fell down the stairs on my skateboard last week." he sighs, clambering onto the high stools of the Biology classroom. "I landed on my elbow, and I broke the bone all the way till here."

Your gaze follows his finger's motion, jaw dropping at the horrifying image of your best friend breaking almost his entire arm. "Did it hurt? Did you sit in an ambulance? Did the doctors give you any candy?"

Mark scoffs, awkwardly moving his casted arm. "We're twelve, Y/N. Big girls and boys don't get candy anymore."

You hum in realization, but Mark leans in to whisper after a while.

"The X-ray machine was kinda scary though," he whispers, looking left and right suspiciously, not wanting anyone to overhear. "Looked like a gigantic door handle."

You grimace at this, staring weirdly at Mark. "So they used a door handle to take your X-ray?"

"What? No!"

Mark facepalms, shaking his head. "Didn't you say you wanted to be a nurse when you grow up?" he asks suspiciously, frowning at you. " Kinda stupid of you to think that doctors use door handles to take X-rays."

You gasp dramatically at his words, squinting at him. "You were the one who said it looked like a door handle!" You retort, waving your pencil around as if it'd prove your point.

Mark scoffs at this, swatting your pencil out of his face. "I said it looked like a door handle, I never said it was a door handle. Basic English, Y/N."

A slight flame begins to burn in both of your glares, angsty puberty hormones starting to set into action.

"Oh yeah? Well I'm not the one who failed Engli-"

"Mark and Y/N! Stop talking or I'll make you stand outside!"

The sudden boom of your Biology teacher, Mr. Kim, prompts the two of you to immediately shut up, back to sitting as still as statues.

He glowers at the two of you for a moment before turning back towards the whiteboard, starting to explain about the day's topic.

"Sorry for calling you stupid." Mark mumbles quietly after a few awkward minutes pass by, softly nudging your arm. "I didn't mean it."

"I'm sorry for getting mad." you reply guiltily, patting his casted one in return.

"Wanna sign my cast after class?"

Your eyes light up with excitement and you nod readily. "Sure! Can I draw a star? How about a flower? Ooh, or maybe a-"

"Mark and Y/N, outside right now!"

Oops.

Spring, 2023. (24)

"Y/N, you're needed down by Ward 802, got a guy in with a broken arm."

You nod quickly in response and sprint off towards the said ward.

Having worked as a full-time emergency department nurse for the past year, broken arms had become the ordinary for you.

If anything, they were one of the easiest situations to deal with in the emergency department everyday. Well, as long as they weren't pierced through the skin, with blood everywhe-

Mark Lee?

You freeze in surprise when you tug the curtains open to see the all-too-familiar figure laying there, another nurse already working over his limp arm.

His head of curly, black hair turns to face the door, eyes wide like saucers the moment he sees you.

"Y/N?" he squeaks.

Your mouth dries up as your brain tries to calculate how long it's been since you've seen him, the start of him moving out of Canada for college slowly dragging your friendship apart till it seemingly no longer existed.

And now he's right back here in front of you, almost exactly the same as he was when he left.

"Mark? What are you doing here?" you mumble, stunned.

He chuckles dryly at this, jerking his head towards the direction of his arm. "I think you already know."

The nurse working over his arm sighs, shaking her head as the last roll of bandage wraps around his cast.

"Is he your friend? You need to tell him to be more careful," she scolds as she ticks something off a chart. "This is the third time I've seen him in here!"

Mark can only smile guiltily in admittance as the nurse leaves the ward, mentioning to you how a quick debrief on what to do with his injury will be enough to dismiss him.

"So," he starts, sitting up. "Long time no see! How have you been?"

"I need to tell you about your broken arm first." you interrupted sheepishly, holding up his X-ray. "Let's see. You've broken your ulna from here to her-"

Now it's Mark's turn to interrupt you as he gently pushes his X-ray away.

"Y/N, I've broken my arm like, over ten times. I know the drill." he insists. "How have you been?"

Looking right into his eyes, the countless years of lost contact and drifting friendship does nothing to your memory. His eyes were just as wide and sparkly as they were when you were kids, and his hair was still as dark as his bedroom when you slept over and exchanged secrets in whispered giggles.

"Hello? Earth to Y/N? How have you been?"

His question snaps you out of your thoughts, and the boyish glint in his intense gaze makes your heart skip a beat.

It doesn't help that your stupid little crush on him comes rushing back too, and you can only hope Mark doesn't notice the way your face starts to flush red.

"Well... I missed you." you started, voice trailing off as you avoided eye contact. "It's been years."

"What happened to your promises of calling and keeping in touch?" you asked quietly. A dull pain starts to settle in your heart as it recalls the days where light blended into darkness, and darkness blended into light while Mark was thousands of miles away.

Mark winces at your question, awkwardly scratching his head. "Well, can I be honest?" he mumbles, now focused on picking on a loose thread off his T-shirt.

Your head shoots up, nervous and excited to hear what's been holding your childhood best friend from keeping in touch the moment he stepped foot out of your home country.

"Yeah, be as honest as you want to."

Mark nods, taking in a big breath as you notice the tip of his ears turning red.

"Well, I really liked you." he admits, grinning sheepishly as he kept his gaze glued to the floor.

"And when I left Canada, I wasn't sure if I'd ever be back on a long-term basis, so I decided to just give up on you. I didn't want to act on an impulse and end up hurting the both of us."

You blink in surprise, the truth bringing a sense of relief and yet a slight sting of pain.

"But don't you think that completely not talking to me would hurt me too?" you suggested. "I really, really, really missed you Mark."

The shift in your tone prompts him to look up at you, his eyes glazing over when he notices your pink ones. He reaches out for your hands, and it takes you right back to the past.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't know what to do with my feelings." he mumbled, eyes earnestly looking at you.

"Well, for the record, I liked you too, you know." you sniffled, brushing away a tear.

Mark sits up straight. "You did...?" he questions in disbelief.

You hummed in reply.

It was never anything serious, but Mark had your entire heart in the palm of his hands for those few years. You still remembered the times where his bright smile and soothing voice was all you could think about, squealing happily in your bedroom after each time you hung out together.

You bask in the bitter sweetness of the memories until Mark gets your attention.

"Well, how about now?"

"Now?" you echoed in disbelief.

Mark nods, doe eyes wide and staring into you so deeply that you squirmed shyly.

"I uh- I..." you sputtered, aware of the warmth rushing to your cheeks.

"We can get to know each other again first." he suggests. "What time does your shift end?"

You take a quick glance at your watch, glad for the break from Mark's intense eye contact.

"My shift ends in two hours. Maybe we can meet again some other day? I think you need to get some rest."

Mark shakes his head. "I'm fine! Don't worry about it." he breezes. "How about pizza after your shift? I can come pick you up."

You chuckle at his idea, gently nudging his casted arm.

"With this bad boy on your arm? I don't think you'll be able to do any driving for a while, Mark."

Stubbornly, Mark continues. "Then can I have your number? We can plan a date."

The word 'date' sends adrenaline rushing up to your mind, and your heart races as you fumble for your phone in your pocket.

"Wait, can you just write it down for me?" Mark interrupts.

"Sure." you agree, trying to play it cool as you pull out a marker from a nearby drawer.

You were expecting a piece of paper or whatnot, but Mark sticks out his casted arm instead.

"Huh?" you mumble, confused.

"Your number." he says casually. "Write it on my cast."

The scratch of the marker against the white bandage fills up the silence of the room as you do so, unlocking another core memory as you recall doing the same thing ten years ago at school.

"Remember when you signed my cast in sixth grade?" Mark chuckles, as if he had read your mind. "Kinda funny to see us doing the same thing ten years later."

You smile at his words, warmth blooming in your heart at the memory.

Maybe things will work out with Mark, even after all these years.

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