awfully good

in conclusion Libya is a land of contrast

[triangleguy]

my bad. turns off my perpetual motion dog catapulting machine

[akindplace]

oh wow you’re not gonna believe this but turns out i was unnecessarily anxious for no reason. how unexpected

[cacturne]

oh my god have you heard?? 😢😢😢

[nonlynear]

my high horse is actually awesome and fast like the wind

[fairycosmos]

no one is coming to save you its true its true someone might be coming to hang outttttttttt though. someday

[galactustheviking]

[pukicho]

The threads of fate bind us. I need 40 dollars

[ilynpilled]

[reallyreallyreallytrying]

nip over to troy, bit of rough and tumble, big horse, bish bash bosh, back home to ithaca. simple as

[beemovieerotica]

[fulda-gap-express]

who is the Toronto baseball warlock

[amongst-the-pines]

Actually, Who's on first. The Toronto Warlock is somebody else

[beemovieerotica]

was at a bar and a 50+ year old drunk white woman complimented me and my friend's outfits, told us there was a campsite up in northern maryland where a lot of gay bears go to have sex in the woods. we asked her how she knew about this and she very aggressively said "because i'm a FAG HAG!!! but i'm not allowed to say that anymore I GUESS!!!"

[theunfairfolk]

the spirit is unwilling and the flesh it feels not so good also

[richarliserve]

saying "i want spain/france/england/argentina to lose because they beat my team 7263837 months/years ago and mama loves to hold a grudge" is a good enough reason to not want a team to win. you don't even need that much of a reason. "rancid vibes" is good enough. "[player name] is my personal enemy" is good enough. go back to the core of being a football fan - hating for the love of the game.

[coachspet]

The player diving to ground after some glancing contact may look unconvincing on TV. He may look flat out ridiculous in close-up slow-motion, screaming silently and grabbing at either or both of his shins after being bodied in the hip. But like stage makeup and hammy theater, dives are meant to be appreciated from a distance. If a player connects with the crowd, his fans in the stadium will fucking erupt when he goes to ground, forcing the referee to check his own sense of reality against this thunderous atmospheric suggestion that an atrocity has been committed. It might work! Even if it doesn’t, it’s a chance for a very fatigued person to lie down on the ground and rest for a second. Ask any theater kid, and they’ll tell you it’s about survival.

The line I hear most often from casual or would-be soccer fans is that the amount of diving and rolling in the men’s game is excessive. “I actually prefer women’s soccer for this reason,” people tell me, munificently. To me, the relative absence of operatic dives in women’s soccer is an unfortunate symptom of inhibiting social forces. Like male soccer players in the US (where, until relatively recently, soccer has been seen as a sport for sensitive freaks in bandanas), the women feel outsized pressure to be brave. Tough and impassive—earthy, homespun jocks. But imagine what women could do with the expressive freedom men of advanced soccer cultures enjoy. Think of the untapped potential! Those images everybody groans at—of adult men crying in apparent agony as their compatriots mosey past unmoved? A spectacle of implied violence that’s still somehow intensely boring to watch? That’s art, pure and simple. France, Brazil, and Mexico should all have their games from this World Cup playing on loop at MoMA.

Theater Kids, Kathryn Winner

[leosgreyfringe]

here comes trossard on the wing!

[kaylmao]

shh don’t worry catholics aren’t real

thank god. i mean thank something else