Hey Remember When US And Russia Was All Like “We’re The Best!!! We’ve Won The Space Race!!!!”

Facing off with Dudu

English added by me :)

i need you all to understand how absolutely fucking monumental beating someone by SEVENTEEN seconds in a swim race is. normally, in olympic swimming, all the swimmers finish within the same few seconds. notice how in the event replay, all the other swimmers are roughly in a line during the race… (admittedly, swimmers tend to finish further apart from each other in longer distance races, but not by that much.) people spend months, years of their lives doing brutal training just trying to one-up other swimmers by a single second, because that can mean a win. every hundredth of a second matters.

and then. imagine being ledecky and finishing your olympic race, sitting and waiting on second place to arrive for seventeen entire seconds.

Sleeeeeeeeppppppppp

When I was in middle school, I tried to learn how to crochet. I knew how to knit already, so I figured ‘how hard could it be’ and used my Christmas money on a brand new set of aluminum hooks and a how-to book.

To say it was difficult was an understatement. I spent hours pouring over my book, begging to gain some inkling of understanding from what felt like incomprehensible runes. My reward? One lopsided trapezoid of lumpy fabric and a resolve to never pick up a crochet hook again.

And so life went on, I finished middle school and high school without giving crochet so much as a second glance. In college, I read about how crochet couldn’t be replicated by a machine, it was unique in a way that knitting and many other fiber arts weren’t.

For Christmas last year, my girlfriend gave me what I now consider to be my most prized possession: a crocheted plush of my favorite pokemon. I raved over her skills and, since she never learned how to knit, we decided to have a yarn date at some point and teach each other our respective skills.

We never did get around to that yarn date. She passed a few months after our declaration, leaving me to inherit what was left of her yarn.

Nearly a decade after my initial attempt, I got ready for the toughest battle of my life. My weapons? One skein of yarn, a YouTube video, and a crochet hook that I had somehow never gotten rid of.

I slowly made my way through the video, redoing my work a couple times until I was satisfied with my product: a small, slightly misshapen rectangle.

I looked at my pristinely-made pokemon plush with hope for the first time in months and thought to myself, ‘maybe crocheting isn’t the hardest thing in the world, maybe you were just 12.’

Maybe this isn’t the hardest thing in the world. Maybe I’m just 21.

yeah, love is love. Even platonic love and queer platonic partners. Even aesthetic love. Even love without sex. Even familial love. All love is love.

dream tiger

Made the worst brownies ever created just now

The woobification of Rhaegar Targaryen from the fandom really does need to be studied - that grown ass fictional man and crown prince apparently can’t be blamed for anything. He is at fault for nothing. His canonical actions that contributed to the loss of thousands of lives can’t be acknowledged.

It’s especially wild when characters younger than Rhaegar are held to impossible standards- Jaime Lannister is constantly to blame despite being years younger than Rhaegar and a glorified hostage.

Sansa Stark is constantly being hated on by the same people who defend Rhaegar uwu Targaryen’s actions despite being far younger than Rhaegar. She is afforded no grace or understanding. I do have to wonder why is it her gender or the lack of silver hair?

Elia of Dorne & Lyanna Stark are constantly dragged through the dirt because don’t you know neither character has real fans it’s all just a conspiracy to hate poor little baby Rhaegar 🥺