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I don’t really know how high jump works, but I just saw two athletes who were in a dead-heat after many, many jumps decide to share the gold medal instead of continuing to compete for a tie-breaker, and their shared joy absolutely stole my heart:

Both athletes almost had career-ending injuries, Tamberi (ITA) brought his cast as a reminder. When the judge came over to try and explain how to break the tie, Barshim (QAT) goes, “can we have two golds?”

I’m just…

ommggggg I didn’t know they were both making comebacks from bad injuries on top of everything else! I’m 😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️

Also, not to sound too much like a capitalist, but if these guys aren’t immediately given endorsement deals to do a series of commercials in which they’re adorably sharing absolutely everything, even [throws dart at list of corporations] the last McNugget, then I will personally flip over a table in the middle of Madison Avenue.

They actually have known each other for 11 years! They’re very good friends. I love them.

AHHHHH I just looked Barshim’s Twitter and—

I CANNOT HANDLE THE CUTE

So imagine you’re a gay top, right, and you’re out on a date with your partner, just having a fun time, and you’re about to head home, when you spot this kid passed out on the streets, your partner wants to help him, but you’re obviously a little worried that you could face severe repercussions if you help this random kid, then you realize that he could be a potential ally, so the two of you drag him out of the streets and into a safe space, and when he wakes up, he confesses that he’s homeless, so you and your partner go through the process of adopting him, you two take him home, you two give him a good meal, you two start to teach him some philosophies in life, he slowly grows up, you two help him through his bad dreams, you two help him through his bad memories, you two play games with him, he completely roasts you at an eating contest, he’s extremely active, you’re always on the move, you’re walking everywhere, like literally walking all the time, like so much walking, and you’re there for him and then all of a sudden, his childhood friend shows up on your doorstep and is like, “Your adopted son is really the king.” and then he falls in love with a woman in like 2.55 minutes which is definitely not something you two taught him how to do, so you’re confused, and the weather gets really weird, and you’re even more confused and in the end, all you really want to know is WHO’S THE MONKEY and by the time you’re dressing in drag and doing the hula, you’ve realized that maybe it’s better if you just don’t worry about it…

i love the aggressively unnecessary decision op made in announcing the fact that timon is a top in this post

Special thanks to the comment above for adding the name and making me realize that this is, in fact, about the Lion King, and not some medieval gay knights AU

I lived and worked in a lighthouse at a previous job.  There was a thick line painted in a circle around the shack where the fog signal was kept.  The line represented how close you could get to the fog signal without experiencing physical harm in the form of eardrums shattering or worse.

Even in the house it was LOUD.  Probably the loudest thing I have ever experienced but at a normal, predictable interval.  You would begin to time your sentences with little pauses with the rest of the lighthouse crew so you would talk like this while making your………..HORN…………. tea and then carry on talking because you knew when it would go off.  It rattled the walls and the dishes in our cabinet.

At least one girl had died there. They kept photos of her everywhere “in honor of her sacrifice” because she had decided to take the winter watch alone and died in a storm where bounders the size of mini vans had been lifted out of the ocean and left scattered across the island, to say nothing of the ice chunks.  People weren’t allowed to be alone on the watch after that.

One day a dead moose washed up on shore and it took my entire crew all day but we managed to rig up a line to hang it up to dry because we thought having a moose skeleton in the house would really spice the living room up a bit.  It did.  Weird shit happens when six of you are left alone, like ALONE ALONE, no cell reception, no wifi, just a radio to contact the real world and not a lot of reason to do that.  People don’t go on lighthouse jobs if they want to stay connected, I’ve found.

That said Id do it all again, I really do treasure those days

17 year-old Juliane Koepcke was sucked out of an airplane in 1971 after it was struck by a bolt of lightning. She fell 2 miles to the ground, strapped to her seat and survived after she endured 10 days in the Amazon Jungle.

After ten days, she found a boat moored near a shelter, and found the boat's fuel tank still partly full. Koepcke poured the gasoline on her wounds, an action which succeeded in removing the maggots from her arm. Out of 93 passengers and crew, Juliane was the only survivor of the LANSA flight 508 crash that took place December 24th, 1971.

🔗Her story in her own words: https://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-17476615

Juliane Koepcke is a Bad Ass!

Her book gives a small insight into how female survivors are treated: not as heroes, but as hypersexual psychopaths who, in her case, are relentlessly guilt-tripped and blamed for the catastrophic death of their loved ones ... all while the media is busy drawing sexualised cartoons and getting off on an underage girl's body.

^^^ Building off the above reply with some examples....

This was the first thing that stuck out to me, in her book:

If Juliane was a 17-year-old boy, her judgment calls & survival skills probably wouldn’t be passed off as a mere mistake/fluke. If she was a guy, people would lap that shit up and call her a Fine Boy Scout™.

Next is this passage:

“Now Father has lost his wife...” this thought never crossed Juliane’s mind, because she had no way of knowing if her mother was alive or dead. Juliane couldn’t find her mom after the crash. But notice how the media somehow managed to center the plight of a man in a story about *checks notes* a girl who braved the wilderness alone for 10 days after losing her mother in a plane crash.

Some media outlets floated the idea that, in addition to witnessing her mother’s death, Juliane had seen other struggling survivors as well & neglected to help them. This is false. It just goes to show that girls are villainized for taking care of themselves instead of taking care of everyone else—even when they’re all alone in the middle of the jungle, fighting for their own survival.

Juliane also came under scrutiny for her emotional state, after her rescue. Because she was traumatized and in shock, she didn’t react “appropriately” to her situation or grieve for her mother the way people expected her to.

As seen above, some voices in the media pathologized her understandable trauma response, treating her like a deranged sociopath.

^^^ This shit speaks for itself. Reminder that Juliane was just a child, a teenager.

Lastly, there actually is a 1974 movie about Juliane directed by Giuseppe Maria Scotese, starring Susan Penhaligon. The movie is called Miracles Still Happen. This is how the movie marketed her story:

And here’s how the media covered it:

So yeah. In conclusion, men are trash. And to wrap things up, I’ll leave you with this extremely tasteful comic strip by a (male) artist.

thank you so much for this valuable addition!! this is exactly what i was talking about! 

run faster then bitch

Also

[text in image: #if u read the article #she hasn't even lost yet #she just assumes people she struggled against #are trans #like #she literally just invents hordes of trans students competing in women's sports]

the tags above actually aren’t true, and i think we can, and should, dispute this argument without misrepresenting it: the op-ed in question states that chelsea mitchell “lost four women’s state championship titles, two all-new england awards, and numerous other spots on the podium to transgender runners,” and “was bumped to third place in the 55-meter dash in 2019, behind two transgender runners,” although i have to say i find the choice of verb there pretty fascinating—‘was bumped,’ mitchell writes, as though she were a royal who’d been demoted from the position she believed to be her birthright, and not merely a runner who hadn’t run fast enough that day to earn it.

really, i think a more salient point here is one i’ve seen others make before, which is that ultimately, biological advantages are the name of the athletic game—as someone who’s 5′6″, i was never going to have the mechanical advantage of rowers who were 5′9″, 5′11″, even 6′ in some cases. that’s just physics! should i have turned around and said, the women outperforming me don't count as women, they're too tall and i’m going to sue to have them excluded from competing with me on that basis? what a gross, pathetic move that would have been.

as one of the trans girls who beat mitchell in that 2019 race, andraya yearwood, observed at the time: “one high jumper could be taller and have longer legs than another, but the other could have perfect form, and then do better,” she said. “one sprinter could have parents who spend so much money on personal training for their child, which in turn, would cause that child to run faster.” there are an enormous number of factors that shape athletic performance, and very few of them correlate directly to so-called ‘biological sex’—i’m AFAB, and plenty of cis men are shorter or slighter than i am, including classmates i had in high school.

but if we’re talking about testosterone, which tends to be at the heart of athletic gatekeeping: both yearwood and terry miller (the other trans girl mitchell is subtweeting) had started HRT before ever lining up against cis girls, and had, according to court documentation submitted by the ACLU, “circulating hormones... comparable to the hormone levels of non-transgender girls.” what’s more, as the ACLU motion further specifies, neither yearwood nor miller were undefeated in their track careers, nor did either have dominant race times among high school girls nationally—in fact, mitchell herself beat both yearwood and miller at the connecticut state championship in 2020! so clearly the supposedly-insurmountable advantage enjoyed by transfeminine athletes is in fact wholly surmountable, and arguments to the contrary nothing but petulant, entitled prejudice.

but enough of all this—let’s end on a sweeter note. here are miller and yearwood in 2019, at an awards ceremony honoring them for their courage:

much love to them. <3

Residents view the first iceberg of the season as it passes the South Shore, near Ferryland Newfoundland, Canada by Jody Martin

it…did not occur to me that icebergs just…pass by people’s houses

i used to live in st. john’s, nl, and, in late spring to early summer, it was not uncommon for a giant iceberg to float slowly by just outside the harbor. they would mention it on the news and radio. they took hours or, sometimes, days to go by. and, when it happened, it would make the whole town colder.. like ice in a glass of water. and, sometimes,… they would groan. as they passed.

Iceberg Alley, they call it.  

this is peak Craigslist

I want to know if they got answers. 

I really wanna know how this turned out.

Just so you guys know.

cracking open 500 cold ones with the dads

he’s gay

and he’s still at it

………………………… au

Ah! Hes the same guy who provides women selfies that they could use if they feel threatened!

So he’s smart, diligent, has a variety of interests, looks out for women, and he’s pretty good looking if my mostly-lesbian assessment is worth anything

This is a unicorn of a man

I give anyone reading this permission to use my grave to lie to cops

day 19(?): boredom got way worse, trying to make myself a victorian friend

gained conciousness, not ashamed to show some tits

no more bare tits

oh shit a bow

having a moment

🎶sleeves sleeves sleeves makin puffsleeves gonna look like french meringue doesnt even rhyme at all not even a little bit🎵 shhhh shhhh go away kitty

aight folks that’s it for today i have some booing to do at the tv about some shitty and inaccurate costumes

good morning sluts, back to work

fellas im straight up not having a good time im in the middle of a lil meltdown over how much time i’ve spent sewing roses on my skirt before realizing they were anuses (or ani like cacti? 🤔)

we’re gonna be so pretty

wig snatched

shit do i gotta act like a lady now?

if I play dead it might goes away

oh my im getting hotter by the minute

what a lovely creature im having a real beuty and the beast moment… wait no that bitch is a furry

I’m SO flattered (and self-centered) i had to hang up your amd @a-sip-of-anxietea ’s drawings I just love them ❤️

girl’s night out(ish) 🍻

Is she single asking for a friend

No❤️

I haven’t seen the updated love life, honestly, good for her 🥺👏💙✨