“C'mon Olympians it’s bedtime, time to go to your anti fuck beds!”
Between this and the decision not to offer condoms, it’s fascinating to see how the American Christian Right has managed to convince the world to ignore statistics and believe that you can actually get people to be abstinent by withholding supplies.
Hopefully no one throws out their back or cracks their head open in the shower.
Lol like the most physically gifted people in the world dont know how to have sex against a wall.
mayhap they will even discover a radical new solution called “putting the mattress on the floor and fucking with condoms they bought themselves”
Larry Byrne had never been a boy scout, still “Be Prepared” was an philosophy he could get behind.
“Hey, you got a couple of boxes in the mail,” Is John’s greeting when Larry gets out of the shower in their shared apartment.
“Thanks,” Larry grins, “I was worried they wouldn’t arrive in time for me to pack for Tokyo.”
“What did you get?” John asks his teammate.
Larry smirks and opens the first box and sets a huge box of condoms on the counter. The other box holds a gallon sized container of lube.
John stares for a moment. “Is this because they’re not passing out condoms at the Olympic Village?”
“Yep.”
John considers for a moment. “How many?” He asks, pointing at the box of condoms.
“One hundred per box and I have three boxes,” Larry tells him, “And two gallons of lube.”
“And we’ll be at the Olympics for three weeks,” John muses.
nothing sexier than that picture with the italian players on top of eachother after the win and the english ones going through the 5 stages of grief in the back
If we can say Denali instead of Mt. McKinley then we can say Lawetlat'la instead of Mt. St Helens. The mountain is named Tahoma, not Rainier. Naming a mountain after Jefferson doesn’t erase its true name of Seekseekqua.
One name tells of the thousand years indigenous history and culture of the tribes who live there. The other name tells me nothing but colonialism.
Mt. Baker: Kulshan
Glacier Peak: Dahkobed
Mt. Rainier: Tahoma
Mt. St. Helens: Lawetlat'la
Mt. Adams: Klickitat
Mt. Hood: Wy'east
Mt. Jefferson: Seekseekqua
Three Sisters: Klah Klahne
BRB, adding “look up the indigenous names of Colorado mountains” to my to do list, because you’re 100% right.
Great Idea! Does anyone have a rec for a pronunciation guide? I’ve got reading disorders and I would like to say these right.
Mount Washington in New Hampshire: Kawdahkwaj - Hidden Mountain Always in the Clouds. Also known as Agiocochook - Home of the Great Spirit
Mount Mansfield in Vermont: Mozdebiwajo - Mountain where the Moose live
Recently watched the Burton Abe Lincoln film and was pleasantly surprised to see him in there! I wish we'd gotten more scenes of his character, he was a real creepo!
I really liked the makeup. and the contact lenses he wore especially . Sinister as hell.
I mean damn…
What a look…
Dunno about what others think but I would not mind another vampire-thing with Rufus in it.
Vampire!Rufus is such a good look
Being undead sucks. John will concede that it’s probably better than being dead but it still sucks. He’s never gotten into the whole goth aesthetic, he misses the sunshine and the sort of guys who are into vampires…no thank you.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Ben complains.
“Thank you for being a good daddy,” Daisy only sounds slightly sarcastic. She is pawing through his dresser drawers while Michael sorts through his small collection of ties.
“Did you save every horrible tie we got you?” Michael holds up a garish specimen featuring multicolored frogs.
“You gave me that for Father’s Day when you were six,” Ben reminds his son, “And why do I have to wear a tie?”
“You need to look respectable,” Daisy holds up a navy blue cardigan, “Where did you get this?”
“It’s Daniel’s,” Ben tells her. “He left it here after your birthday party.”
“When did Uncle Daniel start wearing sweaters?” Michael asks.
“John’s been trying to get him to dress more casually,” Ben explains.
“Well the three piece suits are a little much sometimes,” Daisy hands her father the sweater. “Put this on. Michael, does he have a dark blue tie?”
“Here you go,” Michael drapes the tie around his father’s neck.
With a sigh, Ben knots the tie and pulls on the sweater.
“Not so tight,” Michael instructs, “Leave the top shirt button undone. And don’t do up all the buttons on the sweater, just the second and third.”
“I have been dressing myself longer than the two of you have been alive,” Ben reminds his children but he obey’s their instructions. He has to concede they have good instincts. His reflection in the dresser mirror looks pretty good.
“Do I pass?” He asks.
“You look great daddy,” Daisy stands on tiptoes so she can press a peck on her fathers cheek while Michael wraps his arms around Ben for a quick hug.
Ben smiles and wraps his arms around his kids. “Let’s go chaperon your Gay Straight Alliance Club trip.”
i’m obsessed with this painting called tomato king and i’m even more obsessed with the man who drew it. his name is stuart dunkel and he is a classical oboeist and he also paints tiny little oil paintings of mice living their best lives. he looks like this.
EDIT: okay this post is getting a little bit of traction so please go follow stuart dunkel on instagramwhile you’re here. he posts so many mice with so many snacks
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