#i love the Olympics ok

[mango-mariee]

OK FINE I'll return to my usual blogging now

[responsetoloneliness]

anyone else think this looks exactly like avatrice???

[chai-berries]

patrols with abby were easy. you knew she had your back, being the best of the best in isaac’s eyes. you started training with her to go on missions in the first place so you both created an almost dance while on a mission. you talked, whispered, laughed. you packed your extra bags with his trash/her treasure bits and bobs you found in decrepit buildings, teetering on 2x4s like a gymnast. abby was currently obsessed with the olympics, the last one being in 2012. she found a bunch of magazines about it on her last trip and had delicately packed them in her bag, planning on reading them as soon as she got back. “did you know that…” lined your conversations for several patrols. your personal favorite fact that it was the first olympics where every nation had a woman representing.

she later admitted, when you had officially been together for just over a week, that you were the last person to still be interested in what she was talking about. even nora tapped out after an hour-long spew about the shoes track and field athletes wear. manny tapped out after 5 minutes, during which he thought abby was joking around the whole time.

the point is you guys had it down to a tee. and yet, neither of you saw it coming. one second abby is laughing at something you said, turning around to respond, and the next second she’s pointing a gun over your shoulder. you freeze, back tensed up. an arm that is neither yours nor abby’s wraps around your neck and pulls you against a chest. the breath you let out from the action is sucked back into your lungs when you feel the cold metal of the gun tap against your temple. your mind shuts down on you, your fear overshadowing all you know about self-defense. your eyes stay locked on abby’s face. if you’re going to die, you want the last thing you see to be her.

“let. her. go.” abby bites out. her hand is steady, the gun pointed at whoever had you in a chokehold. “and i’ll think about letting you live.”

the man, who you assume is a man, tugs you closer to their body. you hear them wet their lips before speaking through a smile.

“now, i don’t want to hurt either of you,” it is a man. and his nonchalant response makes your stomach turn. “i don’t hurt young ladies like yourself,” he continues lewdly. his hold tightens on you again but this time he moves you so your body is pressed tight against his. abby continues to stare him down, her finger itching to fire a shot right in his head for touching you.

you bring both hands around his arm and sneak them between it and your neck. abby clocks your shift and switches her focus to the smug son of a bitch on the other side of her gun. she barely blinks before firing one clean shot in his shoulder, causing him to jump back and let you go. you dive near abby’s feet and move to stand behind her.

the man is moaning loudly. “now why did you do that?” he cries, holding his shoulder.

“c’mon man, if i have to explain it to you, you really are better off dead.” abby steps towards the man, who scuttles away on the floor. with you behind her, abby let’s go of the breath she’d been holding. she kneels over the curled up man, the hand on his shoulder stained red.

“who are you? are you alone?”

“ya think im gonna tell you?” the man croaks out.

abby kicks the gun away. “if you want to live i’d suggest talking. you’re in wolf territory.”

he freezes at the last sentence and abby tenses up again.

you freeze as well and call for abby. “c’mon. abby, we — we should go. ab—”

“no! we heard about a group moving in. they killed austin and half their group,” she says to you, her attention still on the man. “was that you?” she asks him. when he doesn’t say anything, abby knows her answer. she thinks back to what issac told her. that anyone in that group needs to be eliminated. no matter what. and you being on patrol wasn’t an exception in anyone’s eyes but abby’s.

“step back,” she nods her head at you. you immediately comply, taking several steps back as abby stands back up.

SHE KILLS FOR YOU: she looks down at the man and fires a single shot. you squeeze your eyes shut at the sound and don’t open them until you feel abby’s hand on your cheek. you blink up at her as she scans your face. you know you probably look a mess. sweat and dirt covering your face no matter how hard you try to keep it clean.

“you okay?” she asks, brows furrowed.

you nod. “yeah. not my first time witnessing a death, unfortunately. but i’m okay.” you lean into her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. after a minute of scanning you for any tiny scratches, she lets you go and readjusts her backpack, slipping her gun into the holster.

“c’mon, let’s go back early. we need to report this to the group.”

you’re quick to follow her, taking the hand she gives to guide you over a giant fallen tree. she does it automatically, her free hand reaching to steady you if needed. the shift from laughing and joking to whispers is felt. but thankfully the love is still as loud as ever.

SHE DOESN’T KILL FOR YOU: “get up!” abby watches the man struggle to stand. he stumbles and abby uses her free hand to hold him up. when he’s stable, she steps back. “if i was alone you’d be dead by now. you’re lucky. go back to your group and tell them to stay out of this area. this is your only warning. now go!” the man stutters for a second before he staggers away. you take a step towards abby.

“abs — abby?” she keeps facing the direction the man went but doesn’t shy away from your touch. you run your hand up her arm and to the nape of her neck. “you okay?”

“yeah,” she sighs. she turns to look at you. your eyes are glassy and wide. she reaches up to wipe a tear from the corner of your eye. “c’mon we need to head back. one of the survivors said they had a big crew and isaac needs to know what happened before tomorrow’s patrol.”

you’re quick to follow her, taking the hand she gives to guide you over a giant fallen tree. she does it automatically, her free hand reaching to steady you if needed. the shift from laughing and joking to whispers is felt. but thankfully the love is still as loud as ever.

[hauntingsunshine14]

summer olympics 2028 in a universe with no exy we have:

star gymnast neil josten

heavyweight champion andrew minyard

tennis pro kevin day

rugby goddess allison reynolds

d pole laxer matt boyd

marathon swimmer renee walker

volleyball libero aaron minyard

hockey forward dan wilds

synchronized diver nicky hemmick

[fairdale]

oikawa takes a deep breath while he closes his eyes, his hands feeling the firm ball between them. he pushes the air out of his lungs slowly, picturing the winning serve in his mind.

he’s so close. so close.

finally, he opens his eyes, launching the ball up, up, up. he starts running and, just before jumping, he can feel it. there’s a change in the air and the atmosphere grows thicker.

it’s just one second. one serve. one point.

it takes one second, for dreams to become true.

oikawa barely feels his teammates hugging him and jumping around him. barely hears the loud screams and cheers coming from the crowd.

his breathing is quick, shallow. his chest goes up and down fast and, even though he tries to normalize it, he can’t.

not when he has just become an olympic champion.

not when he sees a tall silhouette, dark attire, short and unruled hair, walking towards him. his steps are calm, slow, measured.

if oikawa didn’t know him any better, he would think him unbothered. but, oh, oikawa knew him better than anyone.

“seems i won” he said, with a more stable voice than he had expected.

“seems like it, yeah” was his rough answer.

“aren’t you forgetting something, iwa-chan?” he asked, cocking his head to the side at the same time a smile threatened to lift the corners of his pink lips.

iwaizumi let out a long sigh, a pained expression covering his handsome features. again, if anyone else saw him, he would think angry.

again, oikawa wasn’t anyone else and he couldn’t be fooled.

he tried to keep a cool expression when he saw him reach for the front pocket of his jeans.

tried not to cry when he pullet out a small black box.

tried not to jump him before he could get on one knee and ask.

“hey, shittykawa” his voice wavered a little. “wanna marry me?”

“iwa-chan, we said no weird names!” he complained, but even his whiny tone couldn’t hide the smile in his voice, the light in his eyes, the pink in his cheeks. “yes” he said. “yes, yes, yes” he kept repeating like a mantra.

kept repeating it while iwaizumi’s trembling hands took his.

kept repeating it while iwaizumi put the ring on his finger.

kept repeating it while he jumped to hug him and iwaizumi had to catch him in the air.

he could have keep saying yes for minutes, but, really, kissing his iwa-chan was far more important.

(oikawa won two things that day. his first olympic gold and, most importantly, a bet with his boyfriend. i mean, what better way to choose who proposes, right?)

[esilher]

« The conversation felt like a keycard, unlocking the door to their future together, filled with endless possibilities. »

Illustration of the story « Leaps and Dives » from @annepi-blog. You can read chapter 14 on AO3. For the Klaine Word Scramble 2024.

[vilecemetery]

the amount of love, admiration and respect I hold for imane khelif

[fangirlforeversthings]

@darth-kote @orangez3st first of all omg thank you so much for tagging me <3 uhm omg my 10 favourite movies let me think ok:

rules: Without naming them, post a gif from ten of your favorite films, then tag ten people to do the same

In no particular order:

@ghostymarni @gars-weaponeer @lonewolflupe @split-spectrum @secretly-a-trekkie @raphaerolo @yukipri @brazen-kenobi @unspuncreature @emilykreates your turn i hope it's ok i tagged you :)

[camelspit]

yall i think i found my new favorite sport 😭

[karlyboyyy]

I just think he’s neat ❤️🏐🍌 | Nishida Yūji

[hadewyjch]

Despite the love/hate relationship I might have with this city sometimes, Paris by night remains such a beautiful place

[nasty-garden-rat]

every time i'm like "wow that person seemed REALLY surprised when i implied i might have autism. am i making this up? is this all in my head, do i not have autism?" i JUST need to retake the CAT-Q. I score almost as high as you fucking can on the CAT-Q.

[stressedjuice]

Do you get emotional watching old clips of michael phelps swimming or are you normal?

[rosykims]

im revamping (😏) triss's whole chara arc as i go through this replay and honestly im thinking maybe she should hate rebecca a little more. as a treat. originally i had her relationship with rebecca as "good but distant" and her wanting to improve it.... which i think is still how their dynamic starts. but an intergral part of triss's backstory is that she DID encounter smth supernatural as a kid which traumatized her deeply and nobody believed her. and rebecca downplayed it as just triss's imagination and basically let the therapists deal w it instead. which was also a catalyst for her going off the rails later in life. so yeah finding out that her mother was in on the whole supernatural conspiracy this WHOLE time and basically gaslit her as a kid into believing she was crazy...... mm. i think im gonna let triss give her the silent treatment for at LEAST a book and a half to cope

[montrealvictoire]

mitton PLEASE

[idkmybffjaden]

literally me when our boy Noah won the Gold in his duel the Olympics