#and they all get medaled!!

[sportsallover]

Para cyclisme sur route en France : Quand y’en a plus, y’en a encore ! \\o//

[yuwuta]

Wow I have been nonstop thinking about tennis king yuuta and his little baby boy I’m going to kill you (affectionate) - @yuutito

teeheeeeeeeee….. here’s some more, aleks :’) enjoy :))))))

“Everybody thinks he looks like me, but I don’t see it that way. Maybe it’s because every time I look at him, I see my wife and I’m reminded of her […] I’m a little biased so I see her in everything.” 

You find yourself with tears welling in your eyes the more you read into Yuuta’s latest magazine interview. Between his sweet quotes and the pictures of him with your son, it’s taking everything in you not to burst into full-blown tears. 

Your boys look so handsome. You and Yuuta shared your concerns with publicizing your child at such a young age, but you two came to the conclusion that you’d rather have the control in the narrative than to let private family pictures be leaked uncontrollably. As another point of reassurance, Yuuta’s career provided him with just enough lime-light to be a household name without the crazy fame and criticism that came along being a true celebrity. Besides—Yuuta talked enough about you and your son in press conferences and interviews that it was bound to happen sooner rather than later. 

The article wasn’t entirely about you, or your family—or at least, you’re sure it wasn’t intended to be; you knew your husband had a knack for rambling about his loved ones, even where work was concerned. As you continue to read, you find a segment where the author compared Yuuta’s current statements with something similar he’d said about you twelve years ago—at the very start of his professional career: “If I owe this [winning Gold] to anybody, it’s my girlfriend. She’s always believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself. I wouldn’t have qualified or even thought to qualify if it weren’t for her.” 

It feels like you and Yuuta were just two kids in love back then. You didn’t think it could be more than that—you didn’t think you could love Yuuta more than you did all those years ago, but somewhere along the way just being in love wasn’t enough to describe it; Yuuta became your partner, someone you loved fundamentally, but also because you couldn’t stand to see yourself without him. And just when you thought you couldn’t love anyone nearly as much as you love him, you turn the page to a picture of your husband and son peeping through the holes of a racket and your heart feels full. 

When you scan the image more closely, you realize that it isn’t just any racket—it’s an old one, one you’d given to Yuuta as a gift probably back in high-school. You had no idea he’d kept it, but you suppose you shouldn’t be all that surprised; Yuuta is nothing if not sentimental. 

“Ah, there she is~” Yuuta’s voice cuts through your thoughts. When you turn, you see him, with your baby boy on his hip, sliding the back porch door closed. 

Both boys approach you with a smile on your face, and you set the magazine aside to sit up in the lounge chair to greet them. Yuuta presses a kiss to your forehead, then your lips before you do the same to your son. Immediately after, he reaches his arms out for you, and Yuuta chuckles, “You wanna be with your mama? Can’t blame you, I missed her, too.” 

He hands the baby off to you, and takes a seat on the other end of the chair, reaching over to coo at his son as you smother his face in kisses. 

“How was the farmer’s market?” you question, letting the baby settle into your lap. 

“Good, he picked out some very bright peppers, and we got some more strawberries, know you’ve been craving them,” Yuuta smiles, reaching over to pat your son’s head, when the closed magazine catches his eye, and he reaches for it, quickly flipping through, “Ah—I guess that interview’s out. He’s grown so much, even though it was only a few months ago.” 

You find the blush on his cheeks beyond endearing. Yuuta always finds room to be bashful no matter how many times he’s waxed poetic about his love for you, or his family—his cheeks always stain pink like the first day you met him. 

“It’s sweet. You’re sweet,” you smile, sparing a hand to run through Yuuta’s hair, charmed by the way he leans into your touch, “I didn’t know you still had that racket.” 

“Of course, I keep everything you give me,” he says, earnestly. He closes the magazine and scoots a little closer, taking advantage of the proximity and of your touch to lay his head on your shoulder, “Did you… read all of it?” 

“Almost, but no, why?” you question, with a light-hearted grin, “Did you say something that would lead the world to believe you’re somehow even more in love with me? Because you might already be past the threshold, dear.” 

Yuuta hums. He reaches to take you son out of your lap and carefully shifts himself to that he’s laying down, his head on your lap, and the baby in his arms, happily giggling and cooing as Yuuta holds him up. He lowers and raises him back and forth a few times, nuzzling their noses together when their faces are close, before sitting him up on his chest.

Then he tilts his head up to look at you, wide, love-filled eyes blinking slowly before he says, “Maybe… depends on if me saying I want more kids is past the threshold or not.” 

[sootnuki]

all of our love, fillin’ all of our room

[potterheaded-hipster]

something i really enjoyed about the new pjo show, is that none of the cast look at all how i pictured the character, but that's let me really see them as their own thing. like leah jeffries isn't the annabeth in my head, and she isn't trying to be. she's her own take on the character, and as someone who's been rereading these books since fourth grade, its refreshing

having everyone look so different from what i pictured made it way easier to detach this show from what i was expecting. like since all the leads don't fit my mental image, its way easier to accept that nothing quite does, even the story.

i can suspend my disbelief better because i went in expecting things to be a little different. which is perfect for an adaptation, because they can never capture the picture in anyone's head. but if they help us move away from that, then we can appreciate the show for being its own take on things, expanding and changing things just a little to work better in this new medium.

and for the record i don't think anyone is doing a bad or unfaithful portrayal, far from it. they all talk, move, and act just like i'd always imagined. they're doing a perfect job and i cannot wait for more.

[sedlex]

I was rewatching the epee match form last night and it's still SO EPIC.

Highlights:

tfw you're the one to catch the first Olympic gold ever in your sport

the girl tasked with keeping protocol and stopping them from jumping on the piste, that in the end was like lol okay go have your fun

trying to keep a stoic face while they're playing the anthem and your teammate is asking to hold her hands... not one hand: two hands.

[mydream-synopsis]

professional rugby league player togame who will never forget to kiss the tattoo on his ring finger before each match while he scans through the crowd for you

[marmotish]

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[not-poignant]

Every now and then I just get the kind of comment that makes me stop working on a fic and just has me going 'how about you write it since you're so concerned with correcting me on this one tiny thing that doesn't matter because it's fanfiction actually'

And like, I do want to work on this fic, but damn, not today.

[burntpink]

i can't believe the olympics are over where the fuck am i supposed to put all this energy for the next four years

[transxfiles]

dykes can never have normal drama its always some shit like youre in a situationship with this girl who just got out of a year and a half long relationship and says she "can't date anyone for two years bc she just needs to be single for a while" but also she wants to hook up with you bc "it just feels right" so you start being fwb but suddenly she wants to hold your hand and kiss you in public while still not dating you and also she doesn't plan on hooking up with anyone else she just wants to see you rn (even though you're still pursuing other relationships bc you're not dating anyone rn) and it's obvious that this girl's in love with you and you're not in love with her bc she's just a hookup in your eyes and you've got other things you need to do anyway like work and school and a job and you're trying really hard to get one of your plays produced right now and so you've been running around a liberal arts uni campus all day bc you're supposed to be meeting with someone there but they forgot the meeting was even happening and so you're trying to get in touch with them and finally they end up inviting you over to their apartment so that you can pitch your play there instead and you do it in their living room which feels weird and your phone keeps buzzing bc situationship girl has flaked on you the last 3 times that she said she wanted to come over and have sex with you but who knows maybe this time she'll actually follow through but you've been ignoring her all day bc you have a life outside of her (and she's also never awake when you are anyway bc she stays up all night and refuses to try melatonin) and so by the time you're done with the pitch she's called you twice and sent five different texts and you're just trying to keep a straight face and they tell you they'll produce your play and you're so excited and suddenly their fourth roommate comes out of his room and it's her ex and he says he's going on a walk by which he means he's going to hang out with situationship girl bc yes she's still friends with her ex and yes they kissed at a party a couple of nights ago when they were both drunk and yes he figured out that she's seeing you now and yes he was weird about you being over at the apartment (you didn't even know he lived there!) and yes he's definitely going over to her place to hook up with her isn't he. yeah. trans queers be normal challenge level impossible.

[arom-antix]

@yaoiconnoisseur You are the primary source of humor in my art

Anyway no one can tell me Phichit has not at least once cried into a hamster and wouldn't do this at the wedding for the lols

[yuwuta]

i want you to know i’m literally kicking my feet and giggling anytime you do anything yuuta related

teehee this ask is old but i’m gonna use it as an opportunity to talk more about tennis player yuuta in light of spending my entire day watching the olympics 

let’s talk about yuuta girlfailure core <3 ik i wrote a drabble about you pretending to want tennis lessons to get in his pants, but allow me to offer you this: he legitimately cannot be around you, much less attempt to be your teacher if you decide you wanna dress up in a tennis skirt. the first time he sees you in one (or worse, on the little tennis dresses) he makes up some excuse about having to take a call or not feeling well, when really he’s just in the bathroom trying to get a grip (and it does not work). 

the second time you get all dressed up for lessons from him, he pawns you off to megumi. he doesn’t want to disappoint you with completely cancelling your lessons and wasting your time, so he figures his very decorated doubles partner will make for a good stand in teacher while yuuta scurries back inside and takes a very cold shower. 

and when he finally does get a hold of himself, it’s not even like he goes easy on you bye, he’s pummeling you but it’s only bc he’s so frustrated, and unfortunately for you, tennis happens to be his outlet 😭 when you finally march you way over to his side of the court and grab him by the ear and ask him what his problem is he’s literally trying to count sheep in his head to avoid saying something embarrassing or flat out moaning because wow you look kinda good when you’re mad and him and why does the pain of you pulling at him feel kind of good and he’s wondering if he just stands there long enough if you’ll slap him and, and—

“yuuta okkotsu are you whimpering?”

“no…. maybe,” he pouts, dipping his head down to rest it against your shoulder. he can feel the vibrations of your laughter as he shamefully confesses, “i didn’t know i’d have a thing for you doing this and… dressing like that but i do.” 

“yeah, join the club, loser,” you giggle when he pulls back with a scrunched expression. you smile as you press your index finger between his furrowed brows, “the only reason i have any remote interest in learning to play is because you look crazy good while you’re playing.” 

“oh, okay…. wait—really?” 

you nod earnestly and it paints the sweetest blush across yuuta’s cheeks. instinctually you reach out to pinch them, bemused by how your boyfriend has the ability to go from hitting a ball several miles per hour to being reduced to a reddening mess at the touch of your fingers.

“yes, really,” you tell him, “but i do actually want to learn, so we’re going to have to figure out a way to do this that doesn’t involve you running away, or me getting clobbered by tennis balls.” 

“yeah, okay,” he nods, breathless, and that intense look is back in his eyes when he places his hands on your hips, “but, not now. later. i don’t want to play anymore.” 

[stargazing-zani]

*slides in a month late* can you imagine how wholesome the statehouse would be during the Olympics

[jackhues]

i am so so proud of this team- like i love them. i love them so much for bringing so many ppl together, even ppl who don't watch this sport. i love my toronto fc players repping their country now, i love the international players making a name for themselves overseas, i love the players who play for other mls teams in and outside of canada, i love those who play in any league in any country in the world - who're so happy to come home and rep their own country. i love every single player - those injured, those back from injuries, those who're supporting the injured teammates. i love this team for playing their heart out the full 90 every single game so far, no matter what. i love this team for putting canada on their shoulders and showing the world that the hate and underminers won't stop us. i love how far they came and i cannot wait to see how much further they'll go.

i'm so proud of this team. i love them.

[saradiation]

Rose 💜

[myauditionfordrphil]

It's October again and my feed is full of wc 2023 reels reminding me that this is when it all started.