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sons-from-adam · 2 months
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Tom Daley, born 1994 - OBE (Order of the British Empire)
Tom is a British diver and television personality. Specializing in multiple events, he is an Olympic gold medallist in the men’s synchronized ten-meter platform event at the 2020 Olympics and double world champion in the FINA ten-meter platform event, winning in 2009 at the age of fifteen, and again in 2017. He is an Olympic bronze medallist in the 2012 platform event, the 2016 synchronized event, and the 2020 platform event, making him the first British diver to win four Olympic medals. Daley also competes in team events, winning the inaugural mixed team World title in 2015. He is a 5-time European champion and a 4-time Commonwealth champion.
On 2 December 2013, Daley released a YouTube video announcing that he had been in a relationship with a man since early that year. Daley said it had been a tough decision to speak out about his private life. Still, he had never felt that feeling of love, which happened very quickly when he met his husband, American film screenwriter, director and producer Dustin Lance Black.
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mirsedeas · 4 months
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OH MY GOD OH MY GOD FIRST NEW ZEALAND FIGURE SKATER TO ATTEND THE WINTER OLYMPICS AND ALSO THE FIRST NEW ZEALAND FIGURE SKATER TO MEDAL AT THE WINTER OLYMPICS
YANHAO DWAYNE LI YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING. BRIGHT FUTURE AHEAD!!!!!
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gynandromorph · 2 months
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Most of you are convinced that eating vegetables is more relevant to your health than the 3rd most common cause of death, only behind two incredibly broad categories that include dozens of pathologies each (heart disease and cancer): Sudden Acute Respiratory Syndrome virus the sequel, because you're just built different from the bare minimum 7 million people it's killed in a few years
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misskelley · 9 months
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Gutted for bronzey
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steffigraf · 5 months
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thinking about when naomi osaka bowed out of press conferences for her mental health back in 2021 and i didn’t know a thing about tennis but it was hard for me to even look at the mainstream news coverage because i felt her struggle too acutely. my heart still hurts for her.
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lastparty · 9 months
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sonodaten · 9 months
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Mfw England loses vs when I remember Spain had to win to make it happen
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stairnaheireann · 2 months
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#OTD in 1881 – Birth of Martin John Sheridan. He was 'one of the greatest athletes [the United States] has ever known' according to his obituary in the New York Times.
Martin John Sheridan was ‘one of the greatest athletes the United States has ever known’ according to his obituary in the New York Times. He was born in Bohola, Co Mayo, and died in St Vincent’s Hospital in Manhattan, New York, the day before his 37th birthday, a very early casualty of the 1918 flu pandemic. He is buried in Calvary Cemetery, Queens, New York. He was part of a group of…
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dozydawn · 2 years
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Irina Lobacheva and Ilia Averbukh 2002 Original Dance “Tango + Flamenco”
Tanguera by Sexteto Mayor and Bulerias Magna Mafa by Thomas Espanner.
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fashioninpaper · 1 year
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Frank Andersson - Swedish wrestler who wona bronze medal at the 1984 Summer Olympics in Los Angeles.
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300iqprower · 1 year
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Prime 3 is still easily the worst of the trilogy but damn if it's OST and worldbuilding didn't knock it out of the park
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abbatoirablaze · 2 years
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Putting Baby In The Corner, Chapter 11
Word Count:  1.4k
Warnings:  smut, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of underage drinking/intoxication, insecurities, angst. 
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“Come on Anya…”
“Please…”
“Just this once…”
“Guys, I don’t want to trick him,” she sighed sadly, sparing Lance a look.  He looked frustrated as he attempted to guide Britt, Sam, and Ashley through their routines, while trying to give them corrections, “he’s already frustrated from having to fix Hope’s fuckups.”
“We need a break,” Tiff pouted, “we can just say we’re going to grab dinner…you do your normal hard rusky attitude of ‘I’ll eat when I win gold’ and dad will stick by you.  You know how he is.”
“I don’t sound like that,” Anya frowned, “I d-“
“Oh come on, Anya,” Maggie laughed, “do it for us…please…we’ll buy you shots.”
“You guys aren’t old enough to drink.  Hell, none of us are old enough to drink.”
“Well, that’s why we made friends with the men’s team…they’re going to provide us with some spirits,” Maggie giggled, “and when you come to our room later, we’ll be all set up…we just need you to distract him for like an hour.”
“Guys-“
“Please Anya,” Tiff begged, giving her best friend doe eyes, “I need a break from my dad…”
“Fine…but-“
She smiled, cutting her friend off with a giant hug. 
“Alright…so you ask for my dad to critique your floor routine…and we’ll say that we’re getting food…and then-“
Anya’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as Lance pressed her firmly against the wall, his hips driving deeply into her.  Lance groaned; his mouth attached to her chest as his hips continued to buck wildly into her.  He was on cloud nine as he lost himself inside of her.
“So-So glad,” he moaned against her chest, peppering her milky flesh with small nips, “so glad we’re alone.  Been craving you, Anya…needed to feel you-ohhh fuck…right there baby.”
Lance groaned as she bit down on his neck, his eyes rolling back into his own head, her teeth clamping onto a sensitive spot.  Lance’s hips stuttered momentarily as he braced himself against the wall; his knees wanting to buckle. 
“I love you,” she repeated softly, breaking away from his neck to pull him back to her lips.  Lance moaned, lost in the moment as the woman locked her legs around his lithe form, “deeper, Lance…I wanna feel every inch of you.  I-I wanna-OH GOD! YES!”
“Wanna cum,” he moaned in response, pulling away so that he could look at her face, “wanna cum in you princess…”
“O-okay,” she said breathlessly, allowing Lance to buck into her yet again.  Her eyes fluttered shut when his cock rubbed the spongey spot inside of her, her core instantly tightening around his shaft.  Her nails dug into his back, “Oh god!  Do it again!  Oh god!  Please!”
“That’s right, baby,” he purred, feeling every animalistic urge, “I’m god right now…god of gymnastics…god of sex…god of that perfect, fucking pussy.”
“YES!” she cheered, nails dragging across his shoulder blades and down his chest as she was thrown over the edge of her orgasm, “YES.  YES!  YES!”
“FUCK!” he groaned, his hips finally meeting a harsh thrust against her own core.  He came inside of her, the familiar warmth starting in her belly and flowing throughout her.  Her eyes rolled back into her head as she milked him, her core spasming around his shaft, “I-I love you, Anya!”
“I love you!” she repeated softly once she came down from her high.  The couple shared in the moment of intimacy, their ragged breaths and heavy heartbeats the only sound in the otherwise quiet gym.
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“Well damn, he looks like he put you through the ringer…are you okay?”
Anya bit her lip and looked at her friends, nodding as she brushed some hair behind her ear, “yeah…yeah…I’m good!  It…was intense.”
“Are you sure?” Maggie teased, “you really look worn out…he wasn’t too hard on you because we left, was he?”
“He…he was something alright,” Anya laughed.  She winced as she sat down on the bed, her core tender from the hour-long sexcapade between her and Lance and the multiple orgasms.  Her brows furrowed as she looked around the room, “wh-where’s the alcohol?”
“About that,” Tiff frowned, biting the corner of her lip, “Ashley, Sam, and Britt tried…they really did…but I guess the guys got caught with it…but they did manage to get us these wristbands for the bar and some fake I.D’s.”
Anya’s eyes widened as she looked at the realistic looking ID that claimed she was twenty two and a brightly colored wristband, “but…I-“
“I know,” Tiff apologized, her voice sounding nervous, “I-I’m sorry…but it was the best that the guys could do…”
“Ashley, Sam, and Britt are at the shopping center buying dresses for tonight…we can catch up with them if we want…”
“Or,” Tiff smiled, reaching into the closet beside her, “you bitches can borrow some of my clothes…because I did pack to party…”
“A-are you sure that’s a good idea?” Anya asked, looking between her two friends.
“Come on, An…Mags…we’re at the Olympics…you guys have to have fun with me…please…I can’t do this alone.”
Maggie and Anya looked at each other and they sighed, knowing that they were going to go with their youngest friend’s plan. 
“No more than a few hours…” Maggie said quickly, “and no one will even know that we’re gone.”
“And if we see anyone we know…we’re out of there…we can’t afford to get disqualified.”
“Oh god no,” Tiff laughed, “my dad would murder us if we got disqualified.”
“Baby…wh-what happened to you?”
“I-I got wasted,” she hiccupped, giggling like mad.  Lance looked at Anya, watching how truly free she looked, how uninhibited she was, just simply smiling at him.  His breath caught in his throat as he admired her in her little black dress.  She reached up and stroked the older man’s cheek.  His eyes went from her bare thigh up her body until he met her eyes, “you-you’re so pretty…did you know that?  How did I get so lucky to have a boyfriend like you, huh?”
“Boyfriend?” Lance asked in an amused tone, “is that what I am to you, princess?”
“I want you to be,” she said quickly, leaning against his toned, bare chest.  Her hands traced over the tan flesh, “I-I want to be your girlfriend…and I w-want you to be my boyfriend.”
“This is definitely different than what you act like in public...than how we act together when others are around,” Lance teased, wrapping his arms around her waist, “normally you’re telling me we can’t even look at each other in public.  That no one can know about us…”
“I-I don’t want Tiff to be mad at me,” she admitted drunkenly, “bu-ut you know what…she’s gonna be so mad when she realizes I’ve been lett-letting you sex me up…that I love you so much.”
“Do you now?” he asked, unable to hide the amused tone from his voice.
“Oh yeah,” she smiled sweetly, leaning up to place a delicate kiss to his lips, “I-I don’t care about what happened between you and my parents…y-you get me.  You get what I’m trying to say before I even say it…y-you understand how stressed out I am all the time…”
“You are wound up pretty tight.”
“You make me feel alive, Lance.”
Lance took a deep breath and smiled at the young woman in front of him.  He cupped her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead.  When he pulled away, she was frowning.
“What’s wrong, princess?”
“I-I want you to sex me up again!” she pouted softly, “b-but maybe not so much this time…I feel like you ripped me in half earlier…and-and I can still feel your cum in my panties.”
Lance blushed, “sweetheart…you should have let me clean you up after your shower…”
“I like feeling you inside of me though,” she giggled softly, “I love knowing that my boyfriend came in me…an-and when guys flirted with me at the bar…and I felt your cum dripping out of me…I just…I felt so…I don’t know…”
“Baby…do you like feeling like I own you?” Lance asked softly, his hands trailing down the column of her throat.  She bit her lip and blushed, looking away from him, but he was quick to pull her face back so that her eyes met his, “Anya…”
“I love that you want me,” she admitted, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, “I-no-no one wants me…but y-“
Lance cut her off, his lips meeting hers.  It pained his heart to hear her say that no one wanted her, and the reason that she loved him cumming in her was because it made her feel wanted. 
“Let me tell you this, Anya,” Lance said breathlessly, pulling away from the kiss.  He held her face as he looked her dead in the eye, “I will always want you…I love you, Anya…”
Chapter 12
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world-of-wales · 2 years
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CATHERINE'S STYLE FILES - 2012
10 AUGUST 2012 || The Duchess of Cambridge attended the Women's Hockey bronze medal match against New Zealand on Day 14 of the London 2012 Olympic Games at Riverbank Arena Hockey Centre in London.
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doomed-jester · 8 months
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Sports day at Arkham Asylum, call that the Sad Bastard Olympics
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hardtchill · 1 year
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We as a group moved on way too quick from that photo Christen took of Tobin in her black bathing suit at the pool. Who is that woman?? Where did those shoulders come from??
OMG YES, THE SWIMMERS BODY.
Like dude, that girl was scouted wrong. I know she is an amazing player but those shoulders and those calves. Like how the fuck did people miss that.
I have similar shoulders and i was literally thrown into a pool as soon as possible because they thought they could make me into an olympian 😂
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txtzy · 10 months
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the canwnt vs uswnt rivarly is so funny to me
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