#I SAW THIS IN THE OLYMPICS
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kensatou · 3 months ago
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"we know how to move our bodies, but i didn't know how to manage my heart, so you need help for this"
hi we need to talk more about judo gold medallist christa deguchi.
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fcbalding · 3 months ago
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spiderman is real and he’s indonesian
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retquits · 3 months ago
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masked torchbearer
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queenielacy · 3 months ago
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Every Olympic cycle I’m reminded how little “the West” knows about “Non-Western” countries because to think Algeria, of all countries, would send a trans athlete to represent them in the Olympics is so dumb.
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bussyplease · 3 months ago
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Y'ALL I WATCHED THE WHOLE OLYMPIC OPENING CEREMONY AND OMFG IT WAS LIIIIT
There was every boat in existence. The best of french classical music with Ravel, Debussy, Saint-Saëns, Satie, and more. Céline Dion who hadn't sung in public in 4 whole years. Drag queens. All sorts of dancers. A video of a throuple. The contrast between Aya Nakamura and the military choir. They mixed up the names of Turkey and Tunisia on the screen announcements. The olympic flame on a hot air balloon. Statues emerging on the Seine. People doing biking tricks, skateboard and breakdance dressed as mimes, while floating on the water. The president almost didn't talk. Diversity and inclusion were central values of the show. The weather sucked, everything was SO WET. There was not one, not two, but three wet pianos involved.
But the real shit? The real PEAK of the whole show?? The image of the century??
PHILIPPE KATERINE COSPLAYING AS A NAKED SMURF IN A PLATE OF FRUIT, SINGING ABOUT HIS NAKED ASS, SAYING FUCK GUNS AND FUCK THE RICH, MOTHERFUCKERS
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THAT'S MY FRANCE
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jupiter-and-teardrops · 3 months ago
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glad to see even olympic champions recognise the goat
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nofingjustaninchident · 3 months ago
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you have been claimed by poseidon. earth shaker. storm bringer. gabriel medina, son of poseidon
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tvmusiclife · 3 months ago
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Australia's b girl Raygun may have lied on her resume, but she got a trip to Paris, free gear, access to the Olympic chocolate muffins, and is forever an Olympian, PhD brain outsmarted 😭
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schumi-nadal · 3 months ago
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Rafael Nadal, Zinedine Zidane, Carl Lewis, Nadia Comaneci and Serena Williams - Olympic Games 2024 🇫🇷
Legends ✨ 🔥
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calkestis · 3 months ago
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YUKI ISHIKAWA scored 32 points for Japan in the game against Italy, becoming the first male player to score over 30 points in a single game at the 2024 Olympics. 
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queenlucythevaliant · 3 months ago
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have you ever heard it? can you remember?
i. The gulls were crying. The gulls were always crying, in her memory. Whatever far off places Susan travelled after her family was gone, she always came back to the sea.
ii. The beach at Cair Paravel was the first place in Narnia where she really felt at home. She'd wade into the water with her eyes shut and feel she could be in England, on holiday with her mother and father. She'd open her eyes, and there would be waves cascading endlessly towards her.
iii. Before long, she knew every tidepool, every shoal.
iv. There weren't any bathing suits in Narnia, but no one seemed the least scandalized when Susan took to swimming in her underthings. There wasn't anything else for it, and she had to swim. She just had to.
v. She wasn't the only one of her siblings to love the sea, of course. Edmund loved sand and sailing and reading on the beach, and Peter liked to gaze out at the ocean and think. Lucy spent even more time at the beach than Susan did; she would rise before dawn and sit on the rocks as the sun rose over the waves. Susan was never sure whether her little sister was there to greet the sunrise, or to wait for Aslan.
vi. But for Susan, it was sense-memory. Water was water, wherever she was, and it always reminded her of home. She'd go out past the breakers, pull her limbs into a familiar breast stroke, and she'd feel like she was everywhere she loved all at once.
vii. Aslan came, and she was soaking wet to greet him. He laughed, in his lion-ish way, and didn't mind at all when Susan embraced him.
viii. Somehow, Aslan never got drenched from his journeys across the sea, but he was damp as though with mist. The scent of salt and brine clung to him, an overtone to that fierce, wild smell that was his own. Susan breathed in deep, those two scents she loved most in the world.
ix. In England, back at school, she'd go to the swimming pool and imagine she was in Narnia.
x. It wasn't the same, of course. The swimming pool at her school had no crying gulls, no smell of salt, no cascading waves. There was no Aslan coming towards her from the T-line at the other end of the pool. But if she submerged herself completely, Susan could imagine.
xi. She swam with her eyes shut too often, and her coach was growing irritated. It was affecting her times in practice, which would bleed over into competition if she wasn't careful. Somehow, Susan couldn't be bothered to care.
xii. One weekend, she and Lucy snuck away to visit the boys, and they all went down to the lake to reminisce about Narnia. When Lucy and Edmund spoke of their summer sailing the eastern sea, Susan was positively stiff with jealousy. Yet when they all dove into the water in the end, her heart pounded out a rhythm of home, home.
xiii. Six years after her last trip to Narnia, Susan hadn't touched a bow in four years. She still went swimming every week.
xiv. After the railway accident, she went to live by the sea. She missed her family, and she couldn't stand to live in the places they had lived. She wanted to forget.
xv. Susan had missed the salt air. She had missed the waves. There was a feeling of home by the sea that she couldn't quite place; a soothing echo of long ago dreams and fairytales.
xvi. But there were the gulls crying, "Can you remember?" and it broke her heart all over again.
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laeana · 3 months ago
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Maxime & Léon during the interviews post 4x100 medley (third place)
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I'm feeling crazy, them laughing together, hugging, touching, smiling and Maxime somehow having Léon's pass and giving it to him. I'm not saying my shipping brain is working, but the fic is almost writing itself...
+ Bonus
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Caeleb asking Léon to exchange swimming caps with him.
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Kyle and Duncan that somehow have found each other, that are side by side and talking. One day I should really finish that fic I started about them and post all the records of their interactions I have.
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futuristichedge · 1 year ago
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Mario & Sonic at the London 2012 Olympic Games (3ds)
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brw · 3 months ago
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A lot of Tumblr users see boycotting as "avoiding something BAD" and not a specific action looking for a specific result with organisation and consistent effort put behind it.
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ghostlyfurball · 3 months ago
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will france be the only country ever with the balls to prominenly feature drag artists in their opening ceremony ? only time will tell
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sidmjkgc · 3 months ago
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Anyway, that whole boxe match is really telling on how the far right works.
First they create a case out of thin air, complain about nothing, straight up invent stuff to say they are right. Then they face the consequences of their actions, and suddenly they are victims of some wrongdoing form the "woke" side.
They throw the rock and hide their hand.
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