John Egan: most "going through it" guy of all time
MASTERS OF THE AIR ↳motaversary week 3: angst
This is fucking excellent news. Researchers in Australia have managed to achieve near perfect results for a blood test that can detect endometriosis.
Until now endometriosis has only been diagnosable through invasive abdominal surgery.
This is an amazing game changer.
is it time to rewatch mota again because every gif I see of Gale or John makes me feel like a Victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time so why not full send it and send me into a yaoi induced coma
I'm worried there's a very distinct and real possibility that I am about to fall in love with you.
WE LIVE IN TIME (2024) dir. John Crowley
is anyone else also doing ultimately fine + dying of stress + it’s not that bad + if i don’t wake up tomorrow hotter and better at every hobby its fucking over for me
Happy one year of Challengers! Released: April 26, 2024 (Italy, USA)
a Buck/Bucky tennis AU by phlegmatic
Gale meets John Egan at a Challenger in Bordeaux when they’re both 19 years old. After that, he can’t seem to shake him. But what’s more is, despite what his dad says about Gale’s game, and what the commentators say about their rivalry, and what he’s been told about tennis his whole life, Gale doesn’t think he wants to.
Hearing Lee yell “C’mon” above the groaning of the crowd isn’t because he’s louder than anyone else’s disappointment; it’s because it’s a sound that Gale is hearing inside his own head anyway. The aim had been correct, according to Gale’s eyes, but his body is lurching into serves with limbs dragged through pulpy juice—or something even more viscous, hotter, like the air weighing down his lungs. Weather forecast didn’t say anything about heat, but Gale may as well be breathing in the sun and seawater. Both serves (both faults), he looked down the court—desert stretch of orange—and Lemmons was made of soft rubber, but Gale could see the lines. The ball is the problem, not going where he sends it. His body is moving too slow, is the problem, and there’s a knife behind his eye, poking through the cotton wool filling his skull. The ringing in his ears is the problem, the dizziness.
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