The way some of ya'll talk about the money that pro athletes make betrays a fundamental misunderstanding of how any of this works. Absolutely they're not living in poverty or paycheck to paycheck. But they are still people who exchange labour for capital, the vast majority of them are closer to being just like us than they are to being like the billionaires who pay them.
They spend their entire lives being very good at one thing at the sacrifice of education or a backup plan. They exchange their health and physical well-being for that paycheck. If their careers ended tomorrow, most of them would NOT "be fine". The ones on short term (comparatively to their peers) lower paying contracts do NOT have financial or job security.
This is a labour rights issue!! If you watch sports and are entertained by the labour these people provide it's actually insane to dismiss people who point out the relative lack of security that some of these people have! You're not being smart and you're not being progressive
Switching between these every day
Rough estimate: It's possible to reach 1000 boops in less than 2 hours (took me 1:30h), if you got some people to spam it to.
If you are a blog where people can spam boop's to, reblog this.
You ever think Andrew’s like, folding laundry in his apartment with Neil, throwing socks into their shared drawer because neither of them give a shit about socks, and then he has to pause because…he’s folding laundry.
For him and his boyfriend. Who are both adults with like, health insurance and shit. They say shit like “let’s go home” and “what’s for dinner?” Nothing is separated in their dresser except for workout wear because they need different size compression gear. They have matching jackets in the closet and pictures on the wall. They kiss each other good morning, and hello. They grocery shop. And suddenly Andrew’s nicotine gum is heavy in his pocket, because he stopped smoking so he’ll never be too out of breath to reach Neil.
Andrew has to stop to feel his heart, as if folding t-shirts was running a marathon, because he didn’t think he’d last this long. He didn’t think this was possible.
So Andrew sits in their apartment and feels.
because this is an actual word in my language, I was curious if I'd get the owl or my word and...unfortunately google showed me my word
thought autocomplete would take me to outlook dot com not realising id forgotten the T before i pressed enter. However was very much pleased at what it took me to instead. I think I don't want to see my emails now. I think I will stay with the oul.
So are we not gonna talk about Andrew stopping smoking bc he was not fast enough to reach Neil and protect him after Jean literally told him so??????
He stopped smoking for Neil.
"“You are an idiot,” Jean accused him. “You were barely fast enough to save him last time. The next time someone takes a swing at him, you and your brisket lungs will have to watch him die."
AND ALSO, ARE WE NOT TALKING ABOUT THE "I wouldn’t have given him to you if I’d known you would just throw him away so carelessly.”
MY FOREVER MISPLACED PARTNERS IM GONNA SCREAM.
There's so much to unpack here.
“HADES : Tell them that you weren’t hungry, tell them you followed the pomegranates seeds because they taste like blood, like love.”
— Pauline Albanese, The Closed Doors (via houseborgia)
the foxes giving neil a bunch of key chains / trinkets to attach to his keys bcus they realize it means something to him and wanna support him -> nice, cute, probably occurs every christmas / bday bcus he's canonically hard to shop for
the foxes giving neil a bunch of key chains / trinkets to attach to his keys bcus he walks as silently as a fucking cat and they got tired of getting jump scared so now they hear him coming-> hilarious. my favorite version of this hc. neil josten jingling down the sidewalk like a dyke w/ a carabiner is everything to me
andrew wearing a necklace with a lock and giving neil a matching collar that he can attach the columbia house key to -> 😳😏
I just don't know
fic idea. jeremy introduces jean to scrapbooking— they collect mundane things at first, like grocery store receipts, the tags from his new USC merch, the boba shop punch card. jean gets embarressed by how much the scraps of paper make him feel. he scrawls next to the items in cramped lettering:
#16: ripe strawberries.
#17: laughter.
when cat and laila find out they start bringing him little things here and there- a dandelion from outside their apartment building, doodles of the team drawn during class, a silly cat sticker they bought for him from a craft fair.
#29: pressed flowers.
#30: gifts.
jeremy gives him an old film camera of his—he never used it anyway— and so the pages begin to hold memories in images and not just in their absence.
#52: noise-cancelling headphones.
#53: independent bookstores.
#54: holding hands.
on his 20th, he stays up late making a page just for their birthday card for him. its the first one he has ever recieved.
#77: birthdays, if they’re anything like today.
Extra delulu but please humour me
Someone who is good with numbers, what does Charles have to do to win the championship? Or rather, where is everyone else supposed to finish? What's the math after Singapore?