#american professional boxer | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

hornyhornyhimbos · 1 year

Text

"Freak Show" ~ E. Munson

Summary: In celebration of his last night on tour, Eddie treats you to one last round of phone sex. However, it ends much differently than you'd imagine.

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Wife!AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 1,469

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ Content) phone sex/mutual masturbation, voyeurism, perv!eddie, squirting/female ejaculation, explicit language, mentions of foreign objects being in places they probably shouldn't be, not a warning but Eddie has a cell phone in the 80s because I said so

Extra Notes: yall this took me literally like two months to write but i am SO PROUD of how it finally turned out 😵‍💫

Originally Written: sometime in 01/2023 through 02/25/2023

Beta Read By: @rupsmorge

stranger things masterlist can be found here!

hornyhornyhimbos ask box can be found here!

Six months. Six dreadful, Eddie-less months had passed since you'd seen your husband. Since you'd been dicked down.

Luckily, it was the last day of his sold-out American tour. He'd be arriving early the next morning, and you'd already slipped into his favorite lingerie set in hopes of the festivities starting early.

In celebration, he'd promised to give you a real treat that night if you behaved. So, he called various times throughout the day, just to check up on you, and just as you'd promised, you had been obedient. You hadn't even thought about touching yourself that day in preparation for your last round of phone sex (hopefully) ever.

The phone began to ring, a noise you were sure you wouldn't want to hear for the next six months. Shaking yourself from your thoughts, you picked it up with fidgeting hands. You put on your best "professional" voice, even though Eddie called every night at the same time. "Munson residence. Mrs. Munson speaking."

"Mrs. Munson?" Eddie repeated, a slight drawl of exhaustion coating his throat. "How professional of you, baby."

"Sorry," you told him, "just wanted to make sure it was you first."

"Who else would you be expecting at this hour of the night?" he said, his voice filled with slight suspicion.

"No one. But I figured it would be better to be safe than sorry. Wouldn't want anyone else hearing those noises only you can coax out of me."

The drawl of your voice was enough to get him going, and you both knew it. He let out a long breath before teasing, "Is that why you're always waiting up so late for me to call you?"

You were already tempted to shove your panties out of the way and stick your fingers in your already awaiting hole, but you resisted, wanting to hear him say it first. "Maybe," you simply answered, your voice not far away from a whine.

"Well, if that's the case, why don't you put those pretty little fingers where you need them most."

There it was. And just like that, your hand slid into your panties, one finger toying with your hole while your thumb got started on your clit.

Next, he instructed, "Why don't you take those panties off instead of pushing them out the way, hmm?"

You stopped mid-thrust. "How did you-"

"I know you. I've seen you in this position before. Now why don't you do what I would do and throw those panties aside?"

You obeyed, sliding down your lacy panties and placing them beside you on the bed. Your finger slipped back in easily, collecting all those sweet juices Eddie couldn't wait to taste when he got home. Your eyes screwed shut in pure pleasure, though you were slightly angry that your delicate, little fingers couldn't reach your sweet spot like Eddie's could.

"What are you thinking about?" Eddie whispered, already feeling hard, but forcing himself to resist.

You let out the tiniest, little moan, and Eddie nearly came in his pants just hearing it. Fuck this, he thought, undoing his jeans and slipping a hand into his boxers. "Y-You," you answered, willing your legs to stay spread open.

"What about me?" he inquired, stroking his cock with ease. He was uncut, and you'd never seen anything prettier than that.

"Imagining th-that these are y-your fingers inside me."

He smirked, thinking about the pretty faces you were currently making. All naked and alone in that king-sized bed, wishing it was his fingers buried so deep in your cunt that you couldn't breathe. "Really?"

"Mhm," you answered, slipping a second finger inside yourself. You crooked your middle finger right into the spot you needed it most. "Oh, God," you let out, settling into the feeling it brought you.

You must've sounded hurt, because Eddie's next question was, "You OK, angel?"

You nodded, your middle fingertip gliding over your spongy spot with ease, now that you'd found it. "I'm all g-good, baby. Finally found my good spot all on m-my own," you answered.

He pouted, though you couldn't see it. His voice was thick as he let out a low groan, nearly on the verge of cumming already. "You won't need me to guide you anymore, huh?" he grunted, wishing it was your tongue swiping up and down his dick. "You can do it all on your own now?"

"N-Never," you breathed out, your opposite hand darting up to rub your nipple through your (or rather, Eddie's) tee shirt. "Oh, your hands feel so good on my tits, baby."

"Yeah?" he chuckled, considering placing the phone between his chin and shoulder and slipping a hand into his own shirt. "My hands aren't too cold, are they?"

"Just right, baby," you managed to answer, your attention now focused on how close your orgasm was as your fingers continued to work their magic. "Wish they were a b-bit cooler though. Miss your rings being b-buried deep inside m-me."

He stroked hard and faster, sucking in a quiet breath. "God, you look so pretty with my rings buried inside your pussy. Love watching you writhe when I keep them inside you."

"EddieEddieEddie," you strung together, your thumb working faster at your clit as your bliss approached. "G-Gonna c-"

"That's it, baby," he coached, his own orgasm fast approaching too. "Make all those pretty noises and faces for me, angel. Wanna hear you scream loud enough to wake the neighbors."

"I'm so close, I'm so close," you repeated, your walls pulsing around your delicate fingers. "Oooooh," you breathed out, working your fingers twice as fast, a now unfamiliar feeling settling in the pit of your stomach.

"That's it, angel. Let go. You know you want to," he said, quickly followed by a, "shitshitshit," as his seed spilled over his hand. "Good girl. Making me cum first," he whispered through heavy breaths.

The thought of his pleasure was enough to push you over the edge, your legs shaky as they tightened around your hand, your cum spilling out onto your hand and down the mattress. "Fuuuuck, Eddie," you groaned, working yourself through your orgasm, "I squirted."

Those two words were enough to get him hard all over again. "Shit, princess, you think you could do it again for me?"

"We'll see when you get home," you exhaled, your hand still coaxing you through your high.

As if on cue, Eddie smirked, "Angel, why don't you take those fingers out of that cunt and taste them for me, huh?"

Something about his tone seemed off, but you trusted Eddie with your life, so you did as you were told, removing your fingers and dragging your cum to your awaiting lips. "Mmm, so good."

You could almost hear his expression darken as he replied, "You always look so pretty when you do that."

Your eyebrows furrowed as you let out a deep chuckle. "I'm surprised you remember, considering it's been six," you paused to lick up the last of your essence, "devastatingly long months since you've seen me."

His voice was thick and rich as he asked, "You wanna know something, baby?"

Your eyebrows lifted as you removed your fingers from your mouth one last time. "What's that?"

"I'm outside. Watching you from the bedroom door, actually."

You tossed the phone back onto the receiver, grabbing your favorite silk robe and throwing it over yourself as you rushed to the French doors, pulling back the curtain to reveal—sure enough—a laughing Eddie.

You pulled him inside, slapping his chest hard enough he fell onto the bed as he continued to laugh. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry, kitten," he fake-pouted, trying to hold back another fit of snickers. "Just wanted to have some fun with you before I came home."

You slapped his chest again, his pecs hard under the taut, black material of his tee shirt. "Yeah well, you scared the daylights out of me so I hope you had fun."

He pouted, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you down between his legs, his cock hard in his jeans as it rested against your back. "I'm sorry, angel," he said, kissing your shoulder where your sleeve had fallen. "I promise, it was innocent. Not like I invited the guys to watch or something. It's just me. You know I'd never do anything to hurt you like that," he promised as his hand slid underneath your shirt.

"Do I?" you rebutted, a frown sitting tight on your face.

His lips met your skin again. "Yes," he answered, followed by a third kiss. His hand made its way to your boob, softly massaging your previously neglected nipple. "You want me to make it up to you, baby?"

You simply nodded, leaning into his touch. "I'd like that a lot."

EMMY IN HER PERV!EDDIE ERA????

i really can't explain what happened in my brain, but uh, it sure happened, didn't it? 💀

anyway, hope you all enjoyed whatever this was! lmk if you guys want more perv!eddie stuff bc i'd be more than happy to provide it 🤭

-> taglist: @rupsmorge @dungeons-are-too-cold @writer-in-theory @esoltis280

529 notes · View notes

lightningboltreader · 9 months

Text

WIP Today

I have more to share in the only one bed but two pining exes fic, please forgive my tardiness. @taralaurel made me a cute header and everything! 💕

TK frowns and looks around again. The scratchy pillow case against his cheek smells like bleach and the faux wood shelf at eye level is definitely not his. He rolls onto his back, elbow brushing the soft skin of someone else. “What the -” he starts, before it all comes flooding back. Fuck.

“It wasn’t a nightmare, we’re sleeping together.” The voice is quiet but clear, matter of fact even. Has he even slept?

“Carlos,” TK groans uncharitably. He is so not in the mood for this again. “I don’t know what you want me to do, I offered to–”

“And I told you no, Ty. That’s enough.”

TK holds his breath as his blood rushes south at the nickname and that tone from that voice. He squeezes his eyes shut and rolls back over onto his side, away from his ex.

Except Carlos had the same idea.

And the hotel bed isn’t big enough for two grown men to readjust simultaneously.

He yelps as Carlos’ asscheeks rub over his, two thin pairs of boxers the only barrier between them. Before he can do something stupid, TK grips the edge of the mattress and drags himself to the very edge.

“God TK, I’m sorry,” Carlos says to the opposite wall. “Did I hurt you?”

“Of course not. I’m not a damn flower.”

“Ok. Well, goodnight TK.”

His hips jiggle slightly as Carlos settles and he wills his body to stop reacting to this man. Do not cry, do not cry. Don’t you dare cry. It’s ridiculous. TK doesn’t need anyone to wish him goodnight anymore. It shouldn’t matter that no one does.

He gives into the exhaustion that comes with pent up intense emotions and succumbs to sleep.

When his alarm goes off four hours later, he knows Carlos isn’t there.

(tags below the cut)

Thank you endlessly @paperstorm @heartstringsduet @carlos-in-glasses @strandnreyes @catanisspicy @bonheur-cafe @taralaurel @sanjuwrites @welcometololaland and @mikibwrites for the tags. yesterday. I LOVED reading your snippets, I am so jazzed by this fandom of talented writers and I’ll cry if I think about how lovely all of you are to think of me.

Lastly, I add a happy shout to @lemonlyman-dotcom with whom I also had a gay old time discussing the perils of American vs British English in a professional capacity until the bottom fell out.

edit: @rmd-writes, that was unfairly misleading, please accept my apology and edit post-haste.

#wip wednesday #but tardy #lightningboltreader ideas #enemies to lovers where there may or may not be a limited bed issue #two idiots one hotel bed #911 lone star

53 notes · View notes

digital999placebo · 2 years

Photo

Boxing/Mob AU set in the early 60s NYC. Ludwig Beilschmidt is a first-generation german immigrant in America who begins fighting in local bars’ homemade rings to make ends meet. Due to his height n size, he’d be a promising prospect in the professional ring, and so he’s scouted by a trainer into heavyweight boxing. He’s nicknamed: “Pretty Boy Schmidt” not because he’s particularly good-looking, but rather because by the end of a bout, in comparison to his opponent, he’s a supermodel. Also his last name is shortened to Schmidt because Beilschmidt is too long and hard to pronounce for da common, monolingual American citizen. He’s enjoying it until he gets into the ring with Alfred “Comet” Jones who isn’t there for a sportmanship-ly fight, he jumps the ring rope with the intention of fucking murder, Alfred is controversial n crazy n has beaten on unconscious men before, but for some reason, ppl love him for his savagery. After Ludwig gets his shit HANDED to him by Alfred, and suffers part blindness in one eye, Ludwig is like: “ok this isn't fun anymore” but he’s too dependent on the money to stop because no one will hire a partly blind, ex-boxer with alleged connections to the mob (which he has, but not in the way ppl think).

During one of his fights, he catches the attention of Feliciano Vargas who is part of one of the bigger mob families in NYC. Feliciano’s grandpa is v into boxing and although the old man himself doesn’t rig games he has friends n connections who do. ANYWAY both Feliciano (n Lovino) hate the violence n just sit cringing every round at even the lightest of jabs, but they put on their big boy pants n pretend to enjoy it for their grandpa’s sake (theyre like: “oh yea grandad we love seeing human beings give each other concussions n a shortened life span plagued by head trauma…..”). Ludwig wants nothing to do with Feliciano at first bc he thinks Feliciano just wants to recruit him n Ludwig refuses to have his fights tampered with, but is eventually swayed by da Italian Stallion Charm n when he realises that Feliciano isnt about that organised crime lifestyle (aka hes kinda bad at it so his family just keeps him out). But by associating himself with Feliciano, people begin to conspire that Ludwig’s bouts have all been rigged n his reputation is getting ruined by his alleged connections with the mob.

#unleashing all my old art n AUs on u #this one is from february me thinks #but yea i loved the concept idk why i never posted it #average underdog story but gay #rocky but gay #ive never seen rocky so dont blame me #hetalia #hws germany #hws veneziano #gerita #hetalia au #999art #hws italy #hws north italy

479 notes · View notes

kaphzzz · 23 days

Note

Sorry for the out of nowhere question but in modern setting which works would Arthur and Charles take? 🤔

🤔 ahh do you mean what their jobs would be in a modern au? i hope im interpreting this correctly 🥺 im going to assume thats what ur asking but if not shoot me another ask lol. and its fine its not out of nowhere! i think about modern au charthur all day really. the brain is so rotting brace urself for a long answer 😈

so eh honestly. i think it depends on the upbringing specific to the au lol, there are fics out there where they are still brought up in the countryside and very similar to canon and fittingly they become ranchers or truckers etc.?

*personally* when i think modern au i really think *modern* so like. i think given a proper education they would both be too smart to be like hauling bricks all day (not saying its dumb!) or stuff but also i dont see either of them sitting in an office all day 🤔 theyd both suffocate honestly. and given their canon hobbies and skills i think they could be a lot of different things 👀

for arthur i've thought about maybe gun range instructor, or freelance artist, given his love for dogs he could possibly work at a dog shelter? or a leader for trailriding? maybe a job that requires a lot of drawing sketches, like architect or a designer of some sort? arthurs so artistic 😭 a bit of a stretch but he could even be a writer too. even further of a stretch if we're throwing ordinary out the window maybe some kinda special agent or a mercenary. idk about police tho. firefighter i kinda can see both of them being. ooh i also did briefly consider arthur being a commercial pilot too!

as for charles i keep thinking of him as a grad student. idk. hes young and i think hed be pretty smart. maybe hed study something related to nature or native americans? maybe even biology? i feel like hed be a stem person. either that or something like history. then again he could also be a craftsman like we cant let those carving skills go to waste! hes so musically talented too but i dont rly see him as a musician. altho now that i think about it i feel like a cello position in an orchestra suits him so well 🤤 and of course he could also be a professional boxer but personally i think hes had enough boxing in canon let my baby rest 😭 and of course, the air traffic controller or first officer for arthurs pilot... but that will have to be a fic for later ehehe.

and then of course we've got like the rock band aus. (personally i see arthur on the bass and charles on the drums. or vice versa.) and the coffee shop aus. heehee.

honestly i wonder about their modern occupations all the time. so many possibilities! for my modern au renders i've sorta established that rdr2 is a game they worked on together but thats not like their proper jobs. i'be settled on charles going back to grad school for that au but idk about arthur yet. man the downsides of two characters who have way too many talents and interests 😭🤤 if anyone has other ideas leave a comment i'd love to know!!

#charthur

12 notes · View notes

ifelllikeastar · 13 days

Text

John Henry Lewis started boxing professionally at the age of 14 and he managed to put together a spectacular career and leave the game while still a young man. Lewis was a hall of fame American boxer who held the World Light Heavyweight Boxing Title from 1935 to 1938. He had a total of 117 fights of which he won 103 with 60 by knockout. He lost 11 times and Joe Louis was the only man to stop him. He also had five draws. On the way up he fought Light Heavyweight Champion Maxie Rosenbloom five times, winning two and losing three. In their third fight Lewis dropped Rosenbloom five times.

John Henry Lewis was born on May 1, 1914 in Los Angeles, California and died on April 18, 1974 in Berkeley, California at the age of 59.

#john lewis Henry #love #boxing #hall of fame #light heavyweight #joe louis #maxie rosenbloom #california #boxing legend #black lives

12 notes · View notes

howtofightwrite · 2 years

Note

Where did the idea that fighters/knights are dumb jocks came from? It is a D&D thing or older than that?

I'm going to start off with a major disclaimer, I don't know, and haven't been able to concretely nail this one down.

There's also an irony here in that the dumb fighter isn't really a D&D cliché. In Dungeons and Dragons, if you're trying to min-max a fighter (especially in any edition in the past 20 years), you're far more likely to dump Charisma rather than Intelligence. Back in AD&D, the only thing a Fighter would really benefit from would be extra languages, which isn't a reason to focus on the stat, but it's not terrible, while low. In contrast, low charisma just means people immediately dislike your fighter, and if their main method of communicating with people involves turning them into a Jackson Pollock reproduction on the dungeon walls, then low charisma doesn't really handicap them. Since then, Intelligence has become more important, because it governs how many skill points your character gets at each level, and gates a few potentially useful feats.

It's not the fantasy heroes from the pulp era, most of those characters were, at least, cunning, if not downright intelligent in their original incarnations. For example: The archetypal fantasy barbarian, Conan, is actually depicted as quite intelligent in the original Robert E. Howard short stories and novels, it's only in later adaptations and parody where he degenerates into the mindless engine of destruction that now dominates the stereotype.

This leads me to one of my first suspicions about this cliché: It may be a case of a parody becoming separated from its comedic origins, and taken at face value. The dumb fighter can be used very effectively as a comedic foil. It's certainly possible that some audiences started taking this at face value rather than realizing that the entire archetype was meant to be a joke.

Similarly, even in a non-comedic context, there's a lot of potential value in appearing to be an idiot, while concealing your true cunning, as it will lead your foes to underestimate you. It's possible there's an example of this that was picked up and then (as is often the case) the nuances were lost when other authors emulated that example.

I'm aware of a case where this happened (though, the details were slightly different), the 1951 film adaptation of Tennessee Williams' A Streetcar Named Desire. Marlon Brando's performance was incredibly influential. On one hand, this lead to method acting becoming a mainstream technique in Hollywood. However, it also lead to a lot of actors blindly emulating Brando's performance. The problem is, Stanley (Brando's character) is a punch-drunk boxer, who slurs his speech. He's been hit in the head enough times that he's not all there anymore, and actors who were playing characters who really should not sound like washed up, has been, boxers, were mimicking Brando's slurred delivery.

This does also lead to a third possibility for this cliché that I'm somewhat inclined to endorse. Where does the idea of a fighter as a dumb jock come from? CTEs.

To be clear, chronic traumatic encephalopathy is not a joke. It's a very serious condition, and it's associated with contact sports that involve frequent blows to the head. Technically, it does not make the sufferer, “dumber,” but it does have a lot of very serious symptoms (including impaired impulse control, confusion, memory loss, increased aggression, and eventually early onset dementia. This is not a complete list.) The net result is that it could certainly give the impression of someone being a, “dumb jock.”

Which leads back to Brando's character, Stanley, an ex-boxer, who is suffering from CTE. And boxing is a sport where CTEs are disturbingly common, especially among older fighters. (American Football is another sport with massive incidents of CTEs. Both at the professional and amateur levels.)

This leads to a really messed up possibility, that the entire stereotype of the, “dumb jock,” is in part a mask applied over kids suffering serious neurological damage as teenagers, due to the, “tradition,” of high-school sports. Now it is important to note that CTEs usually take years to manifest, so it's rare to find the symptoms in a teen. Also, if they're neglecting their other studies in favor of sports, that also reinforces the stereotype even though that behavior is, basically, benign.

At the very least, given the cultural prominence of boxing as a sport in the 19thand early 20thcenturies. It's easy to miss today, but even up into the late 1950s and 60s, boxers were still held in pretty high regard, culturally. There are still some remnants of that today, particularly in the uppermost echelons of the sport. So, it wouldn't surprise me if the stereotype of the dumb fighter is heavily informed by veteran boxers who were already suffering from CTEs, and dealing with serious cognitive impairment as a result. However, as I mentioned at the beginning, I can't prove this. It potentially explains the stereotype, but that doesn't mean I'm right.

As to historical knights and fighters, a dumb fighter is easier to dispatch on the battlefield than a smart one. They're easier to lure out of position. They're more vulnerable to manipulation (either via battlefield tactics or psyops.) If they're in a command position (which applies when we're talking about knights), their potential to inflict catastrophic casualties on their own troops increases dramatically. There are a wealth of historical examples of a, “less astute,” commander being easily manipulated into sacrificing their troops for little to no benefit by their opponent.

Historically speaking, knights were (usually) pretty well educated in comparison to the peasants they'd lead into battle. These were professional warriors with at least some formal education in strategy and tactics. That somewhat undermines the image of the knight as a dumb jock. It's certainly possible there were idiot knights in history, actually, it seems fairly likely given the nepotism of Europe, but again, they would have been the exception rather than the rule.

So, as I said at the beginning, I don't know where this came from. I suspect it's tied up with people suffering from CTEs, but that is just an educated guess.

-Starke

This blog is supported through Patreon. Patrons get early access to new posts, and direct access to us through Discord. If you’d like to support us, please consider becoming a Patron.

#Starke answers #writing advice #writing reference #Starke is not a real doctor #How to Fight Write

186 notes · View notes

theanticool · 2 years

Text

Claressa Shields deserves to be in the conversation with all the other great female athletes of the 21st century. Up there with women like Serena Williams, CP3, Sheryl Swoopes, Gabby Douglas, Katie Ledecky, Shelly-Ann Fraser-Pryce, Kaori Icho, Saori Yoshida, Ryoko Tani, Marta, Abby Wambach, etc. Doesn’t mean I think she should be the consensus #1 but she deserves a mention when people are making their list.

Her resume thus far:

Two time Olympic gold medalist in boxing (the only American ever to have done so)

A two time amateur world champion

A Pan Am champion

A three division world champion as a pro

A two division undisputed champion (won all 4 major belts), the first boxer (man or woman) to ever accomplish this.

Has only lost once in boxing across her professional and amateur career

Shields also has the distinction of being the first woman to main event a Showtime Boxing card

#Claressa Shields #boxing #opinions #gifs and pics

244 notes · View notes

mimi-0007 · 2 years

Text

#michael spinks #jersey joe walcott #joe frazier #muhammad ali #sugar Ray Leonard #joe louis #joe louis jr #american professional boxer #black history #civil rights #black tumblr #black literature #black excellence #civil rights movement #black community #black power #black pride #strong black men

33 notes · View notes

petoskeystones · 13 days

Text

well guys in light of recent events i guess i'll tell you about Champions Day, when detroit was so goddamn good at every single major sport in 1935-36 that governor frank fitzgerald said fuck it let's have a day about it. 89 years ago today—

the tigers won their first world series. genuinely an insane lineup with hank greenberg, charlie gehringer, goose goslin, and mickey cochrane as player-manager. known wifeguy schoolboy rowe pitched a great season but he was also a pretty good hitter! anyways we won the world series in game six over the cubs and detroit celebrated until six am. it was the first baseball championship in detroit since 1887 (when the detroit wolverines won the national league pennant).

the red wings won their first stanley cup under the coaching of my worstie jack adams, but we beat the leafs to do it, so yippee! this season for the wings featured future hall of famers ebbie goodfellow, marty barry, herbie lewis, and syd howe (no relation). notably, this was the season that the longest hockey game Ever was played— in the stanley cup semifinals the wings went to SIX OVERTIMES against the montreal maroons, and won when mud bruneteau scored the only goal of the game. they were scoreless from 8:30 pm to 2:30 am. what the hell. anyways yeah we beat the leafs in the best of five series, 3-1.

and the lions won their first nfl championship. that's what they called it in the 1930s, just the nfl championship. the lions won 26-7 over the new york giants. however people simply did Not care about pro football in the 1930s, college football was much more popular and it was the least attended championship game ever (in national peacetime). the weather was miserable and they all got $300 and that's it. glen presnell, the last surviving player from that game, said "it was a way to make a living during the depression" okay!

the nba didn't exist yet. but other sports did! detroit was a majorhub for boat racing, and gar wood wasat the center of it all with his company, garwood industries, which made wooden pleasure or racing boats. he was the first man to travel at 100mph on water, which he did a few years before champions day, but they celebrated it anyways. joe louis was the athlete of the year and the number-one ranked heavyweight boxer in the world (in june of 1936 he would get knocked out for the first time in his career by max schmeling, reportedly because instead of training he got really into golf. i mean he later was pivotal in desegregating the professional golfers' association, and he knocked out max schmeling in 1938, so really it was all fine). and detroiter eddie tolan had won two gold medals in sprinting at the 1932 olympics, which was considered a huge success for the city (he had his own eddie tolan day that year) and for black americans. of the 307 races he competed in during his career, he won 300.

anyways. in the middle of the great depression detroit got to shine for a minute, and to this day is the only city to win the championship for three of the four major american sports in the same year. happy champions day folks!

#infodumping about detroit sports under the cut #1930s athlete names were crazy btw. the tigers outfield was named goose jojo and gee.#as always. lmk if you guys want book recs about this #michigan history #drw #tigers #lions

9 notes · View notes

tomboyjessie13-artblog · 2 months

Text

Sorry for the long wait, I was super distracted this week, what with the drama going on Tumblr and being getting sick with Covid.

Anyways, I don't know what I was thinking making this or any of the drabbles of written in the past month, but just before I became sick, I had the "brilliant" idea of making an AU where everything's the same, except DIO and Medea's unhealthy relationship finally ended with the latter getting pregnant with his 5th illegitimate child during the "High Priestess" arc.

Basically she's like Jouta Kujo, except her birth is less cursed and weird, she doesn't exist in the main timeline, but she does in another.... it's for fun. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hypothetically, Stefani King-Tachibana (ステファニーキング-橘 Sutefanī Kingu - Tachibana) is the daughter of Medea and DIO from alternate timeline where their unhealthy relationship resulted in her birth, making her DIO's fifth and final illegitimate child alongside her half-brothers.

She was born into Japan sometime after the events of "Stardust Crusaders" being raised by her mother with the help of the Kujos and Keiji, she grew up not knowing her birth father but has accepted Keiji as a real father figure. She appears in "Diamond Is Unbreakable" as a secondary ally, Stefani was first introduced as an oddball child, but that was just a shield as she gets picked on at school for being a foreigner, in reality she is shown to be quite reserved and respectful to her elders and loved ones, as she is shown to be very caring of Noriko's wellbeing against Yoshihiro's enemy Stand users and has disowned DIO as her father upon learning what he did to her mother in the past.

It's later revealed that Stefani is a natural born Stand user like her parents, welding a Jorogumo-like Stand named [Spiderwebs]. Stefani later appears in "Stone Ocean" as a secondary protagonist, having made a career in women's boxing in her adulthood, she heard about Noriko's false imprisonment and rushed to the Green Dolphin State Prison to rescue her, eventually getting caught up in the many incidents involving Pucci's conspiracy and later meeting her half-brothers, the sons of DIO.

Like her half-brothers, she shares some of DIO's traits, such as having a hatred for her birth father for mistreating her mother similar to how DIO despised Dario Brando for doing the same, as well as crying out "Wryyyy!" when angry and having a talent in boxing.

~Name~ Japanese Name: ステファニーキング-橘 Romanized Name: Sutefanī Kingu - Tachibana Namesake: Gwen Stefani (American lead singer of "No Doubt") Dave King (Irish American singer of "Flogging Molly") Stand: Spiderwebs

~Profile~ Age: 10 (Part 4) 22(Part 6) Birthday: August 1989 Chinese Zodiac: Snake Gender: Female Height: 160 cm (5 ft 5 in) Weight: Unknown Blood Type: O Ethnicity: British-American Nationality: Japanese Occupation: Elementary school student (Part 4) Professional boxer (Part 6)

~Favorites~ Color: Ruby Red Movie: Blade runner Food: Shogayaki Band: Monkey Majik Hobbies: Boxing

~Other Information~ Hair Color: Brown (dyed rouge pink in Part 6) Eye Color: Gold Relationships: Medea King (Biological Mother) Dio Brando (Biological Father/deceased) Keiji Tachibana (Stepfather) Noriko Tachibana (Half-sister) Giorno Giovanna (Half-brother) Donatello Versus (Half-brother) Rikiel (Half-brother) Ungalo (Half-brother) Status: Reincarnated (Part 6, but it's also Hypothetical, she's an AU character.) OCs belong to me Jotaro Kujo belongs to Hirohiko Araki

#drawing #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo oc #oc #ocs #jotaro kujo #dio brando #au #alternate universe

8 notes · View notes

scotianostra · 3 months

Text

On January 20th 1937 the Scottish boxer, Benny Lynch, was crowned world flyweight champion.

Some sources give the date as 19th, such as it is it never appeared on yesterdays lists, so........

Lynch’s Wembley victory over the highly-rated American fighter Small Montana, on January 19, 1937, proved he was the true flyweight champion of the world, following a dispute about his status from across the Atlantic. There was no arguing over the identity of the true champion now.

Lynch had lifted the world, European and British flyweight titles 16 months earlier in a bout in Manchester, defeating Jackie Brown in the second round, having already knocked him down eight times in the brief contest. Thousands of fellow Glaswegians greeted him at Central Station on his return home from that defining contest in Manchester, with the crowds lining the streets all the way back to his Gorbals birthplace.

Lynch was brought up in the deprived slums there, the son of Irish immigrants. He was only 5ft 4in and slightly built, but he possessed a power to his punch that belied his frame and he soon began to train at boxing clubs and took part in fights in the fairground booths at nearby Glasgow Green.

He turned professional in 1931 and fought more than 100 bouts in just seven years, an unbelievable statistic when looked at today.

Nine months after his career-defining victory over Montana, 40,000 people turned up at Shawfield Stadium in Glasgow to watch him defend his titles against Peter Kane. Lynch also fought at Anfield in Liverpool, Celtic Park, and the Kelvin Hall.

Benny was box office, but outside of the ring he was soon to be hampered in a way no boxer inside the squared circle could ever manage.

His downfall was the bottle, with Lynch becoming a chronic alcoholic. His training suffered, as did his conditioning and body, and he was soon turning up to bouts too heavy.

He lost his world title on the scales, unable to make the weight for his scheduled bout against Jackie Jurich in June 1938. The bout went ahead without the title at stake – and Lynch won.

But the cracks had long since started to appear and alcohol, combined with money problems and a number of run-ins with the law, took its toll.

His final bout was later that year, when he suffered his only knockout loss. With boxing gone from his life, his speed of deterioration accelerated and he passed away in August 1946, aged just 33.

In scenes similar in size to those that greeted Lynch upon his return home from Manchester as the champion 10 years earlier, but much more sombre in tone, the streets of Glasgow were lined to pay tribute as the funeral cortege passed through.

Forty years after his death, he was named in the Ring Magazine Hall of Fame, and in 1998 he was inducted into the International Boxing Hall of Fame.

The Ring Magazine founder Nat Fleischer rated Lynch as the No. 5 flyweight of all-time while his publication placed him 63rd in its 2002 list of the "Best Fighters of the Last 80 Years". Like Fleischer, both Statistical boxing website BoxRec and the International Boxing Research Organization also rank Lynch as the 5th greatest flyweight ever.

#scotland #scottish #history #sporting history #boxing #world champion

11 notes · View notes

cookieswithay · 1 year

Text

"Late night snacking" Actual fic😌

• Serious credits to @o0o0thorn0o0o She drew this lovely picture.

• Normal AU...really normal

•⚠️Spelling mistakes, swearing and American names. And a little suggestive talk at the end ⚠️

• (You guys can guess who's who by the names🤭)

°○°•●•°○°•●•°○°•●•°○°•●•°

• "Godammit, Issac, turn the light off already!"

• Hey, the names Issac Kennedy. I'm a college student and currently taking a writing class. And right now, I'm studying for a upcoming exam. With my irritating roommate "Ronnie" pestering me.

• (Ron/Ronnie: A tall fake redhead with a bunch of tattoos. Is (somehow) in all my classes and is on a basketball team)

• "Hell no, I'm not done studying." I snapped back. He's know my damn schedule. He scoffed.

• "Study some other night, the exam is next week"

• "Well if I'm keeping you from your bedtime, go sleep at your girlfriend's!" Silence. I snickered. Ronnie's still too "respectful" to sleep over at Rebecca's.

• (Rebecca: A tiny brunette who badgers me. Unlike Ronnie, she doesn't look her age. She takes the real estate class and is actually relationship with him)

• Now, that he was quiet, back to what I was doing.

• *Whack!*

• "Ow!" I heard laughing. I turned to see Ronnie standing up with a blanket. "Oh, sorry Issac," he said.

• "The pillow just happened to slip outta my hand."

• My jaw clenched. "You bastard." I muttered. He smiled and headed towards the door. "See ya, Issac." I scoffed. After waiting a few minutes for the pain wear off, I got back to my practice test.

°○°•●•°○°•●•°○°•●•°○°•●•

• ~Rumble~

• Damn. As usual, my stomach's interrupting something important. I'm almost done. Maybe, I could...no, no. I sighed and pushed away from my desk. (Hunger pains are no joke) I looked around. Damn, I didn't swipe anything today? I sighed again and stood up. I hate going out at night.

• ~Little later~

• As I walked down the hallway, I started racking brain for eating options. I'm still busy, so I'm definitely not cooking anything. Snacks...did I go shopping recently? My question was answered when I didn't see my name on anything. "Godammit." What've I been doing lately!

• "Olivia!"

• I jumped.

• "Olivia!"

• Oh crap, it's Tessa.

• (Tessa: Yet another brunette in my life, except I actually like this one. She's a childhood friend who I happened to see again when I got here. She's also best friends with a girl named Olivia and is practicing to be a professional boxer)

• "Olivia, we have curfews y'know! We could get in trouble!"

• Geez, way to keep it on the down low. After what felt like a FOREVER, her voice finally walked away. Phew. Let's hope Liv shows herself soon. Tessa practically had smoke coming outta her ears. Anyway, what was I looking for-

• "Issac!"

• I stiffened.

• "Issac! Down here!"

• Oh wait, I know this voice. I bent down. Sure enough, it was the wanted ginger under the table. I smiled. "Hey, Olivia." Instead of saying "hi" back, she pulled me under. By the collar.

• "Oliv-?"

• She covered my mouth. "Shush, shush." What the hell!? Seconds later, she let me go. "Okay, Tessa's is gone." She sighed and straightened out her shirt.

• "So, what brings you out into the wild?"

• She said putting the spotlight on me. (The wild, huh? I'll play along) "Well, I came outta the cave, cause I got hungry."

• She nods. "That makes sense," She smiled.

• "I usually see you when you're hungry."

• "You see me in the hallway too."

• (Damn, have I really been that scarce?) She nodded, and...then we started staring at each other. I cleared my throat. "Anyway, what's got you hiding from Tessa?" This a good talking subject, right? Olivia perked up.

• "That's right!" She said.

• "Well, I took a super long nap earlier."

• Oh yeah, she did have a headache earlier.

• "So, when I woke up, I was super hungry. But it was night then. That's when I decided to sneak out."

• I chuckled. "And that's why Tessa's prowling?" She nodded. "She's worried about me." I snickered. I swear, I don't think I ever had a boring conversation with Olivia.

• (Olivia Ingle: A beautiful girl with pretty orange hair. I never really got the chance to speak to her high school, but we became friends here. As you know, she's friends with Tess. And is taking the culinary class. Even though she has a odd taste buds.)

• "Can we come up from under here, now?"

• I asked. Anywhere is great with her, but under the table is gross. "Oh yeah, of course." She replied. I lifted the tablecloth and she crawled out. I did the same.

• "Although, you should've said something earlier."

• "Why?"

• "Your stomach was growling earlier."

• Holy! Godda- Mother of- I inhaled. "Really?" She nodded. Someone please put me outta my misery.

• "It's alright though."

• "It is?" I thought outloud

• "It's usually super embarrassing. But if you're around nice people, no one will care!"

• She said, with a huge smile. I nodded. "Okay." I said, leaning on the counter. Now, Olivia's rooting through the pantry while humming.

• It got pretty quiet for awhile, until she called my name. "Yeah?"

• "You can have these."

• I looked down. In her hand, were shooting star cookies. I would've been touched if those weren't Tessa's. (She usually eats those on cheat days) "I'm good," Because...

• "I'm on a diet."

• She paused.

• Shit.

• "Are you sure?"

• Options: keep up the lie and starve or chow down and get beat up by Tessa later. Eh, I'll take the beat down. It's not everyday I get to talk to Olivia alone.

• "Alright, you caught me," I said, throwing up my hands. "I was bluffing." She smiled.

• "I thought so!" She set the cookies down and walked towards the fridge.

• She put the usual on the counter: Icecream, Oreos, milk, barbecue lays, etc. Although the chip difference stuck out to me.

• "Barbecue, this time?"

• (She used green onion last time)

• "Mm-hm." She said, while nodding.

• "Last time, the green onion chips overpowered the so- could you open this please? Thank you. And-"

• I listened closely as Olivia chatted on. (And opened the chip bag) To be completely honest, I love talking to her. Sometimes, I even think I'm learning new things about her. Like she's dropping subtle hints about herself. Olivia's so...perfect. (Damn, am I blushing?)

• "Olivia."

• "Yes?"

• "Can you tell me how to make special french toast again?"

• ~Later~

• After snacking, talking, and watching a cat video, I (finally) looked at the time. Damn, it's 12.

• "Liv."

• She looked back from the counter.

• "Liv?"

• Dammit, I said that outloud. "Olivia, Olivia, sorry," I stuttered. "It's midnight now. Anything else you gotta do?"

• "Oh boy,"

• She said with her usual nervous laugh. "I hope Tessa didn't round up a search party or anything."

• "No, but I'm glad I didn't."

• We both jumped. Tessa's here! In a instant, Olivia was in my arms. (And I didn't even grab her this time) She took a breath.

• "Jesus christ, Olivia! Where the heck were you!?"

• ~Yet another later~

• After getting scolded AND hit (we both did), we got sent to our rooms. Luckily, Tess was nice enough to let us walk together. "Damn," I grumbled. "Does she usually hit this hard?" I haven't been scolded by Tessa in awhile.

• "We actually got lucky." Olivia responded.

• "She held back because she was worried."

• She held back!? I feel like my head's bleeding. "Oh." I replied. "Good for us, I guess." After some more talking, we were at her room.

• "Well, this is my stop." She said, smiling again. "Tonight was fun," She said.

• "Even if we did get in trouble in the end." She said, with a shrug.

• "It wouldn't be the first time for us." I muttered. We nearly get screwed alot. Welp, better say bye-

• "Oh! I almost forgot!"

• Olivia said, running into her room. Uh... I peeked in.

• "Oliv- Ah!"

• "I got it!"

• She shouted, conveniently coming out right now. "Right here," She pulled me back on my feet. And gave me a pink flyer. "A sweet festival is happening on Melody road this saturday!" She said. "I asked my friends the other day but they all have plans,"

• ...Is she asking me out?

• "So I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come?"

• She is asking me out!

• I cleared my throat. Play it cool. "I gotta drop my sisters off at a friend's but,"

• Play it cool!

• "I'm free."

• Yes! She smiled, but turned it off. "Uh...Olivia?" She did a quick look around.

• "Tessa's still in the bathroom, right?"

• "Yeah?"

• "Okay, good."

• Before I could say anything else, she wrapped her arms my neck. And...kissed me. ACTUALLY kissed me! Not on my cheek, not on my top lip, a real life kiss! When she pulled away, she covered her mouth.

• "Um,"

• She looked down.

• "You still wanna go to festival, right?"

• "Yes!"

• Normally, I would've been embarrassed about the giddiness. But, I'm SO not thinking straight. Olivia blushed and started messing with her hair.

• "Okay, see you on Saturday!"

• She said, smiling. Then she just ran into her room. Oh my god. I was kissed! By Olivia! I can't wrap my head around this!

• "What's got you jazzed?"

• I jumped. I turned to see Ronnie behind me. "What the hell, Ronnie!? Don't sneak up on me like!" Jeez, I almost flew outta my skin. He frowned. "Oh get a grip, Issac,"

• "Just wondering where you were."

• I sighed.

• "I was just walking around."

• "At night?"

• "Yes."

• "But you don't like going anywhere."

• Classic Ronnie, asking a ton of personal questions. "No reason, alright." Can he just drop it? When I didn't hear another nosy question, I looked back at him. He was just...staring at me.

• "What?"

• He blinked.

• "You got kissed, didn't you?"

• Huh!?

• I scoffed. "I have no idea what your talking about!" He started laughing. "You did!" God frickin dammit.

• "I have a girlfriend, doofus. I know the symptoms like the back of my hand."

• "I don't have any symptoms!"

• "I wonder who did it...?"

• I'm not staying for this. I turned on my heels, and started down the hall. I could hear Ronnie cackling behind me. Asshole- wait a sec?

• "Since we're on the topic of women,"

• (This'll get him)

• "What happened with Rebecca?"

• He turned red. "Whaddya mean what happened?"

• (He's dodging the question now.😏) "You went to her room like 2 hours ago, why'd you leave?"

• "If you must know, nosy I had to pick up something."

• I snickered. "What? Condu-"

• "Issac!"

• Now it's my turn to laugh! "Am I right!?"

• Instead of answering, Ronnie turned me around and basically starting pushing back to our dorm. After poking fun at him a little more, I ended deciding to do the practice test tomorrow.

• (It's not like I'd be able to focus after tonight)

• So now I'm laying in my bed, wondering about my date... What am I gonna wear!?

•●•°○°•●•°○°•●•°○°•●•°○°

Heyyyy! This took awhile for no reason! I was so lucky to find a ICHIHIME artist who didn't have a price tag on her art. Please check her out her art is lovely! @o0o0thorn0o0o As usual, stay cool.😎

The cute little models⬇️

#bleach #ichigo kurosaki #orihime inoue #pastelfriends #American names #new au idea #sucessful #midnight snack #snacks forever #wish I added more characters #pt 2 may come to life #Ichihime #renruki

54 notes · View notes

paradiiseblu-a · 6 months

Text

( layout ib : @/stcpidcupid )

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ . . . MEET THE MEMBERS OF WANDERLUST !

Are you a new Lost Boy or Lost Girl who wants to learn the WANDERLUST members? Are you trying to pick a bias? Well, you're in luck! Here is where you can learn about the runaways!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ . . . KIM SIWOO, known professionally as SIWOO, was born as the youngest of two siblings on August 27th, 1997. As he grew up, he aspired to become a boxer, and since the age of six, has learned martial arts at his dad's gym after school for twelve years as he took up ballet at the same time. He became the second youngest member of his father's gym to become a boxing champion, with youngest being his best friend, and at his dance school, he became the second best student of his class, bested only by his older sister. In 2015, Siwoo decided to become an idol, and decided to audition for STARBORN CREATIVE, where he trained for three years before debuting in WANDERLUST.

STAGE NAME › Siwoo

FULL NAME › Kim Siwoo

BIRTHDAY › August 27th, 1997

BIRTHPLACE › Ansan, Gyeonggi-do, South Korea

NATIONALITY › Korean

ETHNICITY › Korean

TRAINING PERIOD › Three years

POSITION › Main Dancer, Vocalist

FACE CLAIM › Song Kang (actor)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ . . . TANAKA KEITO, known professionally as KEITO, was born as an only child on January 15th, 1998. He developed a love for songwriting in high school, using his free time to write down any lyrics he had in mind. As well as songwriting, he joined a dance team outside of school, becoming the third best dancer in the seven-membered team. After winning a writing competition in school with some of his lyrics, he decided to become a professional songwriter and idol and auditioned for JYP Entertainment in 2016. He was accepted, and traveled to South Korea to train for three years before going on the survival show Stray Kids, winning a spot on the debut team and debuting in Stray Kids in 2018.

However, in 2019, only two months after the departure of Woojin, Keito also left both Stray Kids and JYP, citing that he did not like the direction they were going at the time. He disappeared from the public eye for six months, causing many fans to speculate where he was during that time. It was revealed that he had been on Twitch streaming himself playing video games.

Keito later surprised his fans in January of 2021, announcing that he had signed with STARBORN CREATIVE back in 2020 and would be debuting again soon. Following the departure from WANDERLUST of member Peter in May, he was added to the lineup.

STAGE NAME › Keito

FULL NAME › Tanaka Keito

BIRTHDAY › March 29th, 1998

BIRTHPLACE › Akashi, Japan

NATIONALITY › Japanese

ETHNICITY › Japanese

TRAINING PERIOD › Two years (One year in JYP, one year in STARBORN)

POSITION › Main Rapper, Lead Dancer

FACE CLAIM › Shiroiwa Ruki (JO1)

( tw. mentions of cheating )

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ . . . DHIPYAMONGKOL VEERAPOL, known professionally as WAY, was born as the oldest of two brothers on April 23rd, 1999. His father was almost never around, always traveling for 'work,' when in reality he was visiting his other children that he had with other women. After the affairs were found out by Way himself, his mother took him and his brother and moved to the United Staes in 2012, where she met and remarried a Korean-American businessman. Two years later, he auditioned for STARBORN CREATIVE, where he trained for one year before debuting as the maknae of coed group UPBEAT in 2014. The group promoted for only three years before disbanding due to then-member Jinae having repeated medical issues. After the disbandment, Way disappeared from the public eye for a few months, until his redebut in 2018 with WANDERLUST.

STAGE NAME › Way

FULL NAME › Way Dhipyamongkol Veerapol

ENGLISH NAME › Seth Veerapol

KOREAN NAME › Yeun Daeil

BIRTHDAY › April 23rd, 1999

BIRTHPLACE › Chiang Mai, Thailand

NATIONALITY › Thai-American

ETHNICITY › Thai

TRAINING PERIOD › One year

POSITION › Leader, Main Vocalist, Face of the Group

FACE CLAIM › Dew Jirawat (actor)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ . . . JEONG DONGHYEON, known professionally as ZEN, was born as an only child to a high school couple on December 4th, 1999. Throughout his childhood, he was primarily raised by his paternal grandparents as his mother was kicked out of her home when she was pregnant with him. His parents were gone most of the time, working hard to finish their studies, and after graduating, spent most of their time working instead of raising him. As Donghyeon grew, it was obvious that he had a thing for music, courtesy of his grandparents. They made sure that he could develop his dancing abilities more, paying a private tutor to teach him and later encouraging him to audition for KQ Entertainment when he was sixteen years old. He passed the audition and trained there for three years, even training with the pre debut group that had then been known as KQ Fellaz. However, in May of 2018, he suddenly left both the group and the company, instead signing with STARBORN CREATIVE. This sparked rumors and speculation among fans, which were never addressed. Donghyeon went on to train for a few more months before debuting in WANDERLUST.

STAGE NAME › Zen

FULL NAME › Jeong Donghyeon

BIRTHDAY › December 4th, 1999

BIRTHPLACE › Cheongdam-dong, Gangnam, South Korea

NATIONALITY › Korean

ETHNICITY › Korean

TRAINING PERIOD › Three years (at KQ Entertainment)

POSITION › Lead Rapper, Dancer

FACE CLAIM › Park Solomon (actor)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ . . . YAMAGUCHI MAKOTO, known professionally as MAKO, was born as an only child to a fashion designer mother and actor father on May 11th, 2000. Growing up, he wanted to be an actor like his father, and always idolized him since his childhood. Using his father's connections with STARBORN CREATIVE CEO Lee Junghoon, Makoto got into the company in 2016, training to become an actor for only a few months until he met Way, who convinced him to become an idol instead. Makoto listened to him, and he switched his training from actor to idol and debuted in WANDERLUST after two years of training.

STAGE NAME › Mako

FULL NAME › Yamaguchi Makoto

BIRTHDAY › May 11th, 2000

BIRTHPLACE › Kyoto, Japan

NATIONALITY › Japanese

ETHNICITY › Japanese

TRAINING PERIOD › Two years

POSITION › Lead Vocalist, Dancer, Center

FACE CLAIM › Ohira Shosei (JO1)

( tw. mentions of domestic abuse )

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ . . . ZHAO LIANGRUI, known professionally as LIANGRUI, was born as an only child on June 3rd, 2000. Growing up, he lived in fear of his father, who would hit his wife and child more often than be a loving husband and father. Under the cover of night, Liangrui would regularly watch videos of song and dance covers of various Kpop songs in an effort to escape his home life. This became an inspiration for Liangrui, and he signed up for the school choir in both an effort to stay away from home longer and to do something he truly enjoyed. The choir teacher then gave him a flyer to audition for a regional talent show, where he was scouted by STARBORN CREATIVE. In 2017, he auditioned for and was accepted into the company, where he trained for one year before debuting in WANDERLUST.

STAGE NAME › Liangrui

FULL NAME › Zhao Liangrui

BIRTHDAY › June 3rd, 2000

BIRTHPLACE › Baishan, Jilin, China

NATIONALITY › Chinese

ETHNICITY › Chinese

TRAINING PERIOD › One year

POSITION › Lead Vocalist, Dancer

FACE CLAIM › Huang Renjun (NCT)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ . . . THOMAS MOON, known professionally as TOMMY, was born on March 28th, 2001. As the youngest child of five siblings, he was often babied by his older brothers and sisters. He grew up watching his older brother Fabian sing, and inspired by him, he took up singing as well, eventually following his brother's footsteps in joining the school choir in high school. In 2016, when he was fifteen years old, he traveled to South Korea with his family to audition for STARBORN CREATIVE. He trained there for two years before debuting in the boy group WANDERLUST.

STAGE NAME › Tommy

FULL NAME › Thomas Moon

KOREAN NAME › Moon Wooyoung

BIRTHDAY › March 28th, 2001

BIRTHPLACE › Stanford, New York, USA

NATIONALITY › Korean-American

ETHNICITY › Korean

TRAINING PERIOD › Two years

POSITION › Maknae, Vocalist, Visual

FACE CLAIM › Jung Sungmin / Lune (DKB)

#⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ ⠀⠀ up on melancholy hill . . . ⠀ ⦙ ⠀ siwoo #⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ ⠀⠀ up on melancholy hill . . . ⠀ ⦙ ⠀ keito #⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ ⠀⠀ up on melancholy hill . . . ⠀ ⦙ ⠀ way #⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ ⠀⠀ up on melancholy hill . . . ⠀ ⦙ ⠀ zen #⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ ⠀⠀ up on melancholy hill . . . ⠀ ⦙ ⠀ mako #⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ ⠀⠀ up on melancholy hill . . . ⠀ ⦙ ⠀ liangrui #⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ ⠀⠀ up on melancholy hill . . . ⠀ ⦙ ⠀ tommy #⠀ ࣪𓂃 ˖ ࣪ 𖠵ˎˊ˗ ⠀⠀ you know it's not the same as it was . . . ⠀ ⦙ ⠀ profile #idol!au #idol!oc #idol!addition #oc!kpop #oc!group #oc!soloist #oc!idol #kpop oc #oc kpop #oc kpop idol #kpop oc idol #fictional idol community

14 notes · View notes