#Stephen Curry Shirt

[blackmensuited]

[brokehorrorfan]

Gutter Garbs has released an It design by Sam Coyne on T-shirts ($30), long sleeves ($40), zip-up hoodies ($50), and 12x18 posters ($36). They're available through Sunday, June 23, and will ship the week of July 21.

[yakusha-yukihime]

Steph curry gotta be the prettiest mfer I've laid my eyes on and it's not fair cause what TF he so angelic for

[hyperfixatingonstephcurry]

I think about this Guillermo interview a lot

For no particular reason

[soy-wynaut77]

[caashmoneynae]

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HALFTIME.

JORDAN POOLE x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which Teja goes to one of Jordan's games and ends up engaging in sexual activity in the locker room. ✨

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"𝗜 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧'𝗦 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧, 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬!" Teja exclaimed, a smile on her face, as her dark brown eyes sparkled at seeing Jordan make a three-pointer and she clapped her hands loudly, the area she was sitting in erupting in loud cheers while she watched her man and his team travel down the basketball court.

(A/N: pronounced 'TEA•JUH')

"let's go, Poole!" Monaé, Teja's best friend, exclaimed, hyping the man up and boosting his ego, as she and Teja smiled in sync and they watched their team play defense.

the teams were in the second quarter and there were only 5 minutes left on the clock. the Golden State Warriors had 56 points — leveling up from 53 due to Jordan's shot — and their opponent had 53 points, diminishing their tied score and causing both crowds of fans to get antsy since halftime was coming up and they wanted their team to be in the lead.

Teja and Monaé both dressed in Golden State Warriors apparel, but Teja's was more customized because Monaé did it for her. her shirt was long-sleeved and royal blue and on the left side of her chest, it said "Basketball Girlfriend" as "Warriors" sat on her left sleeve. on the back of the shirt, it read "Poole Belongs to Me" and under it read his jersey number as all of the words were spelled in gold letters since royal blue and gold were two of the team's colors.

her brown legs adorned black jeans and her feet held white Air Force 1's as a gold anklet dangled around her left ankle and gold hoops sat in both of her ears, a gold 'T' necklace sitting comfortably around her neck while a gold necklace that read 'Jordan' in cursive sat there as well. her black silk-pressed hair was side-parted and swooped to the right side as a few bobby-pins sat in her head to make sure her swoop stayed in place, her lips glossy with Vaseline and adding a 'pop' to her appearance.

it was clear as day that Teja knew she looked good, and though she preferred silver jewelry over gold, she always made sure to wear some gold to all of Jordan's games.

hearing cheers, Teja's eyes averted to the clock, and she realized that not only was there one minute left before halftime, but the other team had tied with the Warriors for a second time. she looked back at the court and her gaze intensified as she lightly chewed on her bottom lip, the time running down quickly while the Warriors traveled down the court with the ball.

Draymond Green passed the ball to Stephen Curry, and Stephen passed the ball to Gary Payton II, and Gary passed the ball to Jordan, who passed the ball to Andrew Wiggins. it seemed as if the time was only winding down quicker and quicker, and this caused Teja's palms to grow sweaty while her eyes flickered between the clock and the court.

as if on cue with the clock hitting 10 seconds, Andrew began making his way to the basket, swiftly dodging the opponents that tried to stop him while his teammates played excellent defense, as he suddenly jumped up and dunked on the men below him, the ball going through the net with ease and the buzzer sounding out into the lively court while Teja and the other fans began cheering.

"can't wait 'til our boys take home that dub, Mo'!" Teja smiled, the two women standing up from the stands, as Monaé smiled with her and the two began to walk down the staircase behind the other fans.

"girl, who you tellin'? one more win and we goin' to the playoffs, baby! ooh, i can't wait to celebrate!" Monaé smiled, holding onto Teja's hand so they wouldn't be separated by the large crowd, as Teja looked up at the scoreboard and read '58-56', making her smile slightly widen while she looked back at Monaé and the duo made their way to the concession stands.

"oh yeah, we fa'sho' gon' celebrate this win. and then after that... i'ma give my baby his reward, ya feel me?" Teja smirked, playfully raising her brows, as Monaé laughed and shook her head, playfully shoving the woman's shoulder while Teja laughed.

"T, you a trip! but i feel you, girl, no doubt." Monaé smirked as Teja stuck out her tongue and the two did their handshake, their pinkies locking at the end while they giggled.

"ooh, hold up. Mo', hold my purse, i'ma go to the bathroom real quick," Teja announced, taking her phone out of it and putting it in her pocket, "i'll be right back before halftime ends."

"you sure you don't want me to go with you?" Monaé asked, grabbing the purse from the woman's hand and slinging it over her shoulder.

"nah, you good, 'Naé, i'on want you to lose your place in line," Teja assured, looking down and checking the time on her Apple Watch, as she looked up at Monaé and gave her a small smile in reassurance, "make sure to buy me some nachos, mama! you know how i like 'em."

"will do, Mrs. Poole!" Monaé smirked playfully, watching Teja jog away from her, as Teja laughed and shook her head, a wide smile on her face while she made her way to the restrooms.

the farther Teja was from the crowd of fans, the more the loud sounds of them began to turn into low murmurs, and she tucked her phone into the back pocket of her jeans as she made her way to the woman's bathroom. before she could walk into the restroom, however, a large hand grabbed her by the arm and yanked her into a room, making her squeal out of surprise, as she watched the door to the room shut and she saw lockers in the corner of her eye, making her realize she had been yanked into the Golden State Warriors's locker room by no one other than Jordan.

"you know i hate when you do that shit!" Teja exclaimed, punching the man in his arm, as Jordan laughed at her and pressed her up against the door, kissing her lips while he sneakily locked the door.

"you still love me tho', girl," Jordan chuckled, a small smirk on his face, as he eyed her down and ran his tongue over his plump lips at the sight of her attire, "mm, you look good. who you lookin' this good for, baby?"

"nobody but my man," Teja smiled, cupping his face in her hands, as she placed a few pecks on his lips before giggling, "now why you bring me in here? you got 8 minutes left before it's time for you to go back on the court."

Jordan didn't respond to her question. instead, his smirk only widened, and his nonverbal answer immediately clicked in Teja's mind as to why she was pulled into the room so abruptly.

"uh-uh, Jordan, i know you not tryna'..." Teja trailed off, raising a brow, as Jordan chuckled softly and his brown eyes looked into her dark brown ones while lust started to cloud his pupils.

"oh, i'm definitely tryna'..." Jordan smirked, mimicking her past statement, as he let out a low chuckle of mischievousness before kissing her lips, the kiss oozing with passion and causing Teja to procrastinate on kissing him back while his hand latched around her neck and pulled her closer to him.

falling into the temptation rather quickly, Teja kissed Jordan back and she soon melted into the kiss, making his lips curl up into a smirk, as he let go of her neck and tugged at the waistband of her jeans, pulling away from the kiss and trailing wet kisses down her jawline while Teja's breathing turned uneven due to rising arousal.

"you movin' real slow like we ain't got a lot of time in here." Teja breathily mumbled, kicking off her shoes, as Jordan chuckled softly and his hand slipped into her pants before he swiftly removed them and made sure her phone remained unharmed.

"i know what i'm doin', mama," Jordan muttered, his voice slightly deeper due to sexual desire running through his veins, as goosebumps spread across Teja's skin at the tone of his voice and Jordan noticed this, a smirk crossing his lips while he placed a few wet kisses on her neck before tapping her left thigh, "jump."

wrapping her legs around his waist, the two kissed for a final time before Jordan hoisted her up onto his shoulders, carefully lifting her smooth legs onto his muscular biceps while she lightly scooted up on the smooth wooden door so her hips would be level with his face.

it was definitely safe to say that this wasn't their first rodeo.

"pull these to the side for me, princess." Jordan spoke lowly, his eyes flickering up to her, as Teja bit down on her bottom lip and gripped the right side of her panties, pulling them to the side and revealing her soaked sex while Jordan licked his lips at the sight.

not wasting any of the short time they had left, Jordan immediately dug in, his pink lips wrapping around her swollen bud while he gently sucked at it like he was a baby and her clitoris was his pacifier. moaning softly, Teja gently laid her head against the door as she ran her fingers over Jordan's head, her brows slightly furrowing while his hands squeezed her thick brown thighs.

"sh-shit, Jordan," Teja moaned airily, her brows slightly furrowing, as she felt his tongue slither and wiggle inside her folds and her hips lightly jolted against his face, "mmh, eat this pussy, Daddy... eat your pussy just like that, baby."

"like that, mama? hm?" Jordan hummed against her, sending vibrations through her core and up her spine, as Teja shakily whimpered and her back slightly arched off of the door, her grip on her underwear tightening while she rubbed the nape of her boyfriend's neck.

"yessss— o-oh, shit!" Teja gasped, feeling his middle and ring fingers slide inside her walls, as her palm gently smacked the door she was pinned up against and her eyes rolled back, feeling soft kisses be littered around both of her inner thighs while her juices began to drip down Jordan's hand.

moans, whimpers, and whines fell from Teja's two-toned lips and sounds of her gushiness aired out into the room as her eyes fluttered closed and her hand moved from the nape of his neck to his hand on her right thigh, gently squeezing it while she shakily exhaled. Jordan's fingers thrusted inside of the woman at a slow and semi-deep pace and he laid kisses around her vagina, occasionally laying some on her clit and causing her hips to jolt.

suddenly, Jordan's fingers curved, and Teja's whole body jolted as tingles almost immediately dispersed through her body, her grip on Jordan's hand tightening while she gasped loudly.

"oh, fuck, t-that's my spot!" Teja cried, feeling Jordan's hand slither underneath her shirt, as he pulled one of her breasts out of her bra and kneaded it in his palm, his index and middle fingers fiddling with and tugging at her sensitive nipple and earning feeble whimpers from her parted lips.

"right there? huh, pretty?" Jordan cooed, his eyes staring up at her with a combination of lust and mischief, as Teja vigorously nodded her head and her eyes rolled back, "ooh, you 'bout to cum, ain't you, baby? i feel that pretty pussy clenching, mama, you 'bout to wet my face up?"

Teja felt the pace of his fingers start to pick up and each thrust had him poking at her g-spot as her stomach muscles tightened and she let go of Jordan's hand, her hand sliding underneath her shirt and gripping her second breast out of intense pleasure while she practically gripped the life out of her underwear. her thighs began to tremble and her lips rested agape as Teja suddenly gasped and her stomach caved in, her body jolting and her brows furrowing while her legs locked on the man's shoulders.

"y-yes! oh, yes, yes, yes— fuck, baby, i-i'm cummin'!" Teja whined loudly, her hips grinding against his fingers, as Jordan laid his tongue out flatly and caught her nectar atop his pink muscle, causing a shiver to go down Teja's spine while she rode out her orgasm.

"there you go, beautiful. ride that nut out." Jordan cooed, a small smirk on his face, as he licked his lips and gently pulled his fingers out of her erogenous walls, slipping them in his mouth while he sucked her juices off of them and looked up at her.

sighing softly, Teja raised her head from the door and looked down at Jordan, noticing the smirk on his face instantly, as she let out a soft laugh and shook her head, removing both of their hands from underneath her shirt while she put her breast back into its cup.

"we ain't never doin' this again." Teja chuckled softly, letting go of her underwear, as Jordan chuckled and lowered her legs back down to his waist, her legs loosely locking around his hips while he kissed her lips.

"You know damn well this shit gon' happen again, T."

[luvneymar]

(1) LOVE TO HATE ME — NEYMAR JR

— SUMMARY: You & Neymar both were booked for a suggestive underwear photoshoot, the only problem? You both hate each others guts.

PARINGS: young!neymar x female!reader & young!lucas paqueta x female!reader

NOTE: any examples doesn’t not represent the race, body type or skin-tone of the female lead.

— “Yes! Just like that! A bit more slutty and you’ll be perfect!” The casting director yelled at you from the background of your Calvin Klein campaign, You laughed hearing the last part as you posed on the set strutting your body in different ways.

In the recent years of you becoming a rising star in both the athletic world & the modelling world you’ve been booked & busy with these kinds of activities & activities. The one thing that sold the most was your partner shoots with another male athletes or actors.

The first time it happens it was by total accident when the director doubled booked 2 models at the same time but seeing how much money it brought in for you & the companies, you had to basically expect for some handsome famous guy to come & sweep you off your feet.

As you were posing the casting director stopped the photographer as he walked onto the set to whisper something into your ear,“Darling you know how much I love your smile but, we don’t need it here. Look fierce! Look alive! Look sexy!”

He begun to adjust your facial expression by pulling your bottom lip out just a bit to create a naughty but nice type of pout along with curling your eyelashes a bit more to make them look “doe-y” at one angle then “siren-y” the next.

Once he backed away and resumed the shoot you took his advice & begun to pose is much more suggestive ways; ways that your mother would’ve smacked you for if she saw the magazine you’d be front & center in.

“Lovely! That’s what I’m looking for!” He yelled out waving his hands around in an attempt to hype you up.

Soon the flashes stopped as he turned to the photographer looking at the photos he took to approve them, he sent an approval nod his way signalling the standby staff to clear the set & hand you a robe.

As you walked off the casting director engulfed you into a hug patting the back of your head, “You did great today, your next set is in your change-room. As you know that’ll be your collaborative project. Get excited”

You both exchanged cheek kisses before your waddled to change-room feeling exposed & quite cold actually. As you opened the door you immediately searched for the clothes you were going to wear.

Except you only found a pair of pants & the iconic Calvin Klein underwear, not a shirt in sight. You begun to look around trying to see if your shirt was misplaced. Or at-least a bra; you never signed up for a topless shoot.

“My set missing a—!” As you walked out of the change-room holding the “outfit” you were supposed to wear you locked eyes with non other than— Neymar Junior. Neymar fucking Junior.

The Neymar Junior who broke your nose in Secondary School, The Neymar who cut your hair in middle school, The Neymar Junior Santos who tripped you in the halls. That Neymar Junior.

“He’s the super hot athlete? Oh, just kill me now.” You yelled out throwing your arms in the air as you spun your heels speed walking towards your change room grabbing your manager by the arm digging your nails into his arm.

As you slammed the door you shoved him into the couch throwing the clothes on the table as you flopped down beside him, “Seriously? Seriously! You hyped this up so much I thought I was gonna do a shoot with the Stephen Curry.”

“Just listen—” He tried to explain, you slammed your finger onto his mouth signalling him not talk as you shook your head side to side very slowly with an evil scowl on your face.

“I’m having a moment here! I specially said anyone but him! Did you know he broke my—!” You explained flailing your arms in the air as you fell over on the couch resting your head on the armrest.

“Yes I know you’ve told the story a million times and more, to be fair you weren’t all the kind to him either.” He cut you off as he stood up from the couch, “I tried to reason with them but you both are very popular on the internet. You even have fanclub—”

“Ew! Don’t even mention that to me. I’ll just suck it up & hold my breath till I die on set & blame him for 1st degree murder.” You grumbled swinging your legs off the couch as you sat back up staring right at the wall blankly.

“Your loss. I personally think he’s kinda cute—!”

“Get out!” You shrieked throwing your pillow at him as he rushed out of the room laughing at your reaction. You got up & begun pacing around the room chewing on your thumb nail as you pondered about how you could even do this.

You weren’t even worried about Neymar as much as you were worried about your long-term boyfriend Lucas Paqueta seeing this. You half naked pressed against another man; his best friend according to the concept photos you were given.

“I’ll just explain it to him later. He knows how much I hate him anyways!” You took a deep breath shaking off any negative thoughts you had lingering in your mind as you begun to get dressed.

It didn’t take long since all you had to put on was a pair of underwear, jeans, & a pair of nipple covers. Thankfully they ate last provided you with that seeing as how you felt as if you were about to film a porno.

You walked towards the mirror hands held on your breasts as you looked up and down at your attire embarrassed look melted onto your face. “Neymar Junior is going to see my boobs.” You muttered out, in disbelief.

“Neymar Junior is going to see, my boobs! As you took in the fact you begun to laugh uncontrollably at the irony of the situation, your arch enemy since your birth is going to be touching your boobs; a place only a select few were even allowed to see.

You wiped the small tears forming at the corner of your eyes due to excess laughter as you pulled out of your phone from your pocket feeling it vibrate from a text that read.“We’re ready for you.”

You sighed saying a small prayer before walking out of the change-room hands covering your chest, as the shoes you were wearing made noise the casting director along with Neymar turned their heads to look at you. “Woman of the hour!”

“Yeah.” You nervously chuckled as you slowly made your way to the edge of the set, despite taking literal baby steps you made it there in a shorter time than you’d like, as you stood there staring straight ahead right past Neymar’s eyes that didn’t leave your body.

“Did you look at the concept photos?” The casting director asked you as you completely zoned out all the background noises, your heart begun to pound as you took in that this was really happening.

“Yeah I did.” You muttered out as you turned your head slowly towards the director awkward smile on your face as you felt Neymar’s gaze being branded onto your skin.

“Well we’re scrapping that one, this is what the first pose will be.” The casting director handed you a photo face down already making you suspicious, when you flipped the photo your eyes nearly flew out of your sockets.

“What the fuck is this!” You whispered shouted in disbelief as to what you were seeing, not only were you going to be literally topless, Neymar’s head was going to be resting: on your breasts.

You hadn’t even noticed that his hands were going to be resting on your ass. “We are not filming a porno! You’ve gotta change this now.”

“This is what is going to sell. It sold back then it’ll sell now. Come one darling, just this once. For me.” He pleaded with you grabbing you by your shoulders.

“No! Not unless you pay me millions! Even if you can You’re gonna owe me. Big time. largely.” Hearing that the director smiled at you before ushering you onto the set where you stood awkwardly beside Neymar who had a stupid smirk on his face. “Alright places everyone.”

Once you heard that you grit your teeth and furrowed your eyebrows as you eased onto the floor of the set, you hesitated before crawling into Neymar’s lap hands hovering just centimetres away from his waist with him doing the same cringing away from your body.

Just before the photographer begun to take photos the director begun to yell once again,“Ugh no no no! Hands on her waist, hands on his waist, look seductive, look like you want to fuck each other!”

You grew goosebumps just hearing that as you muttered under your breath “ew”, you rolled yo ur eyes looking away from Neymar’s annoyed gaze, “This is an underwear company! you’re advertising underwear! hands off your sides and pose!”

“Don’t think I’m enjoying touching your repulsive body, I’m doing this because I have too.” He muttered under his breath emphasizing the “repulsive” making your skin crawl.

“Your breath stinks.” You replied pinching him in his side as hard as you could, seeing him wince in pain gave you a weird boost of satisfaction, as you both bickered with the occasional pinch coming his way you both tuned our the director till he yelled.

“I’m not paying you both millions to look like constipated scorpions! Positions! Now!” He yelled out using the paper in his hand to fan his forehead which was sweating quite heavily, hearing him be so angry out of nowhere frightened you enough to relax just enough to look natural.

Once you both had relaxed easing into each other the rest of the set had gone smoothly with minimal arguing from both of your sides; especially your side since you were quite literally topless. “Wonderful Job guys! Your cheque’s will be emailed to you shortly.”

Once the set was clearing out you stood there waiting for your robe to be handed to you as you shivered, the studio was a lot colder than you had realized. As you were standing around you noticed Neymar hadn’t left quite yet & he was looking a bit red.

“Ew, Are you blushing? I know I have great boobs, but no need to get embarrassed y’know? I’m sure your girlfriend—”

“My God, Will you just shut up?” Neymar shouted at you as he begun to scratch his skin, little blotches of red begun to show on his skin— not that you’d notice them of course.

“Shut up? Did you just tell me to shut up? Do you want me to rip your jaw off? Or did you forget who you were talking too? You turned your body to face him as you looked him up & down with disgust & annoyance in your eyes.

As you were cussing him out you didn’t even notice he hadn’t given you a snarky response back or just pushed pasted you like he always did confusing you, as you took a closer look at him you noticed he was developing a skin rash; hives.

“What the fuck? What type of rash are you developing?” You asked as you backed away wrapping your robe around your body tightly, watching him scratch his body frantically grossed you out enough to just leave the set & go back to your change-room.

Just before you were able to set foot into your room you heard a loud boom, along with a shriek alarming you greatly. As you rushed towards the noise you were met with Neymar breathing heavily on the floor with his assistant all over him trying to find out what was wrong.

A crowd gathered around him as some people were calling the ambulance while others were helping in anyway they could, as you stood there looking at him try to take in a breath you spun your heels turning back to your room.

“What the absolute fuck is going on?” You muttered out backing away from the crowd as you slipped back into your change-room slamming the door before locking it, you slid down the door trying to figure out why that was happening.

As you wondered it had finally hit you, recently you were gifted a body-care set that was based upon real strawberries giving you a long lasting strawberry scent all day— the only problem? Neymar was severely allergic to them.

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NCIS: Los Angeles Season 14 Rewatch:    “The Other Shoe”

The basics:  The team is pulled into an investigation into the murder of a Los Angeles police officer by Det. Whiting. 

Written by: Lee A. Carlisle & Justin Kohls

Lee A. Carlisle wrote or co-wrote "Golden Days", "Reentry", "Into the Breach", "Concours Elegance", "Can't Take My Eyes Off You", "Sundown", "Pandora's Box" and "Dead Stick".   Justin Kohls co-wrote "A Land of Wolves".

Directed by: Eric Wilson

Wilson worked on the program since season four as an editor but this is the first episode he directed.  He also directed a number of short films.

Guest stars of note:  Natalia de Riego is back from “Best Seller” as Rosa, Karina Logue is back from season 13’s “Perception” as Det. Whiting, WWE Superstar Sheamus/Stephen Farrelly as Odin, Adam Zastrow as Sean Upson, Maura Mannle as Mrs. Turner, Daniel Kaemon as LAPD Detective Nick Sills, Jon Curry as LAPD Detective Andy Price and James Huston as LAPD Officer Sean Turner

Our heroes:  Save one of the series’ long-running villains. 

What important things did we learn about: Callen: Absent. Sam:   Bare-knuckled brawling. Kensi:  Confronting corrupt LAPD detectives. Deeks:  In the clear with Whiting. Fatima:  Couldn’t cover for Rountree Rountree:  Went into the field with Whiting. Kilbride:  Not happy Rountree went into the field with Whiting.

What not so important things did we learn about: Callen:  Out. Sam:  Working well with Deeks today. Kensi:   Drinking wine at home while Deeks asks dating questions to Rosa. Deeks:   MTV generation. Fatima:   Missing brunch with Akhil to work on a Saturday Rountree:   Missing LAFC to work on a Saturday. Kilbride:  Boxing champ in his younger days.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange?  Gets a mention by Deeks since Whiting took a bullet while they were looking for Hetty.

Who's down with OTP:   Deeks is not down with the Rosa-Steven OTP, that’s for sure.

Who's down with BrOTP:  Sam and Deeks made an interesting pair.

Fashion review:  Sam wore a long sleeve black tee for most of the episode, black workout gear for the boxing match.  Kensi starts the episode at home in a mustard colored sweater with black vertical stripes.  The following day, she’s wearing a salmon colored sweater.  Deeks starts the episode at home in his pink sweatshirt.  Is pretty in pink until he goes into overwatch near the end of the episode when he’s wearing a long-sleeve dark blue tee.  Fatima wore a black turtleneck and a blue and black lightweight long coat.  She swaps out the lightweight coat for a zip-up jacket for Sam’s boxing match.  Rountree wore mauve long sleeve tee with a blue and gold plaid jacket.  In the boatshed, the casual Admiral wore an oatmeal colored sweater with a dark blue button down shirt.  Later, the Admiral was back in a blue three-piece, white dress shirt, blue pattern tie.

Music:   “Beast” by Tim Hillock played as Sam and Fatima entered the fight club.  “Sons and Daughters” by Johnny Cash was playing while Sam was boxing Odin.

Any notable cut scene:  Not today.

Quote: Deeks:  “Listen, I know she's not everybody's cup of tea, including me, especially you.” Rountree:  “Yeah, that's putting it lightly.” Deeks:  “And you're totally justified but I need you to know that I respect her and I trust her.  Even though I do want to shoot her myself sometimes.” Rountree:  “Yeah, maybe, but that's for you.  Respect is earned, not given.” Deeks:  “You ever notice on her neck, the scar that she has right here? You know how she got that?” Rountree:  “No. What...” Deeks:  “She took a bullet for Hetty.  She saved her life.  She almost died in my arms.” Rountree:  sigh Deeks:  “Please, just don't kill each other.”

Anything else:  Whiting flashbacks with Deeks and with Rountree after he and Jordyn were manhandled by LAPD. 

At the Deeks-Blye residence, Rosa is getting ready for a movie night with Steven, who she spoke about in “Best Seller” earlier this season.  Deeks wants to know a little more about Steven, Kensi is worried he’s prying.  Rosa explains that while Steven is a boy and a friend, he’s not her boyfriend.  Rosa is wearing a cute dark blue dress with polka dots and a black leather jacket.  Kensi professes her love for the outfit as a way to get Deeks to stop asking questions.  Deeks likes the outfit too but still has questions – like why does the outfit matter if it isn’t a date. 

As Kensi starts drinking wine – Deeks has a glass too - Rosa wonders why Boomers like to classify all relationships.  Deeks wishes he had a Boomers’ bank account – he’s part of the MTV Generation.  She’s seeing an oldie midnight movie with Steven – “10 Thinks I Hate About You”.  Kensi loves the movie – pushes back on it being an oldie, however.  Deeks says if it is a rom com, it’s a date as far as Steven is concerned. 

A knock on the door has Rosa retreating to her room to make sure she looks her best.  Deeks thinks this gives him time to run Steven’s license plate.  While he tells a complaining Rosa he’s kidding, Deeks is not kidding.  At the door, however, is not Steven.  It is a bloodied and desperate Det. Ellen Whiting.  She’s calling in all the favors Deeks owes her and is calling them in now.

Moving this all to the boat shed, Deeks has Whiting telling her story to a sweater-clad Admiral Kilbride.  An undercover officer named Sean Turner contacted Whiting and wanted to meet.  When she got to the meeting place, Turner was dead and she was attacked.  She didn’t see the man who beat her up.  The Admiral, while sympathetic, isn’t sure why he’s spending his late Friday night into early Saturday morning listening to Whiting. 

Whiting believes her attacker is a police officer.  She left her car and phone behind, went to Deeks’s – she had nobody else to turn to.  The Admiral says he needs more proof.  Whiting offers that as soon as she ran, there was an APB out on her for Turner’s murder.  The only way that could get out so fast is if she was set up from the beginning.  Seeing the Admiral needed more, Whiting explained she was never a popular person at LAPD and after the Rountree investigation where she tipped him off to what LAPD was doing, her polling would be at an all-time low.  She was told to pressure Rountree into dropping the complaint.  She spoke to him once but when they kept pushing her to push Rountree, she drew the line. 

Sniffing around after the Rountree incident, Whiting heard about a group of cops running a protection ring for a fentanyl set-up.  Her investigation hit a little too close to home.  Deeks asks about Turner’s involvement in all this.  Whiting isn’t sure but she doesn’t trust anyone at LAPD.  Deeks tells the Admiral that he doesn’t like Whiting but her instincts are usually spot on.  The Admiral is worried about fentanyl and the uptick of it on the streets in recent weeks.  Kilbride will work with DEA to see what they know but the team can start a careful investigation.  But Deeks is on a very short leash with this case.

An unhappy Fatima and Rountree arrive at the office.  She had Saturday brunch plans with Akhil at Republique, a hard reservation to score.  He had LAFC tickets.   Fatima explains that LAFC is the flavor of the month, the LA Galaxy is the top Los Angeles “football” team.  Rountree is surprised by Fatima’s strong soccer feelings.  She explains that her father was a big soccer fan in Iran - a die-hard FC Aboomoslem fan.  He’s been a season ticket holder since the MLS started.  Rountree explains the atmosphere at LAFC games is amazing and wants Fatima to see it.  She’ll go if her dad can join them.  Rountree agrees.  Sam arrives and the three go to Ops.

In Ops, Rountree isn’t thrilled to see they are all in on a Saturday morning to help the woman who defended LAPD to him.  Fatima brings up Whiting tipped him off to LAPD’s non-punishment of Officer Murphy.  Sam explains that they aren’t taking Whiting’s word on anything but the Naval base in San Diego had several fentanyl overdoses after a group of sailors returned from liberty in Los Angeles.  Two of the sailors died.  NCIS is doing their own investigation. 

Whiting is wanted by the police and that fact is out to the media.  NCIS can’t let LAPD know they are investigating.  First up, learn about the dead officer Sean Turner.  They have no chance of getting Turner’s arrest reports of discipline file so Sam wants Fatima to do a deep dive in Turner’s life outside of the LAPD.  Rountree gets the assignment he doesn’t want – babysitting Whiting in the boat shed.  If this is payback for Whiting tipping off Rountree, Sam wants to protect him from LAPD.

While mocking Whiting’s fashion sense, Deeks wants to know if he will be even with Whiting if he gets her out of this mess.  “More than even,” according to Whiting.   An unhappy Rountree arrives.  He wants to speak to Deeks.  Deeks explains that he trusts and respects Whiting, even if he wants to shoot her from time to time.  Rountree explains that respect is earned, not given.  Deeks explains the scar on Whiting’s neck was from taking a bullet for Hetty.  “Please, just don’t kill each other.”  Deeks leaves. 

Sam and Deeks arrive near the crime scene.  Deeks is wondering who Sam has in a fight, Rountree or Whiting.  Rountree has muscles, according to Deeks, but Whiting is an eye gouger/throat puncher/groin kicker according to Deeks.  LAPD still  has the crime scene locked down – a retail/restaurant area of Los Angeles - so Sam and Deeks, especially Deeks, are keeping their distance.  Deeks is looking at the area – there are security cameras around the stores and eateries.  The two try to get some footage of what happened.

At the boat shed, Whiting is making small talk, Rountree isn’t interested.  She breaks the news that McNeil’s case is being closed.  Still on administrative leave but there will be no real punishment.  Rountree brings up Whiting’s involvement or lack thereof.  She disagrees – she backed what he said.  Other people decided the punishment.   Rountree is angry.  She didn’t back what he said happened, what happened actually happened. 

Whiting gets up - she as a theory to check out.  Under no circumstance will Rountree let her leave.  Whiting doesn’t care – that’s her super power.  She doesn’t care if people like her.  Pushing that the sooner he helps her, the sooner Whiting is out of his hair, Rountree calls Fatima.  Fatima thinks leaving the boatshed is an awful idea.  LAPD is searching for Whiting.  Fatima brings up Kilbride, who wouldn’t be happy Whiting is on the street and the Rountree is out there too.  Rountree calls in his coffee date favor – besides, he doesn’t think Whiting is innocent.  He will be there when she slips up.  Fatima reluctantly agrees but wants it on the record that she doesn’t like the plan.  Rountree and Whiting leave in his car. 

Arriving outside a suburban home, Rountree and Whiting are on a stakeout.  Rountree asks about her gun – he saw her holster sitting empty at the boat shed.  Whiting claims she lost it in the attack.  Rountree asks if she shot Turner and then ditched it.  She says she didn’t know Turner until he called her – why would she kill him?  Calling into Fatima, Rountree asks if any guns were found at the crime scene.   As they sit in the car, an LAPD black and white drives by.

In Ops, Fatima has footage from LAPD of Whiting going into a building with her gun drawn, coming out a little later covered in blood. 

Sam and Deeks learned that all the security cameras on the block around the crime scene had their wires cut but no theft or vandalism on the same street on the same night a cop was killed.  There is no way Whiting would knock out every security camera on the block except the one that makes Whiting look really guilty. Sam and Deeks believe she is being set up.

Deeks calls Kensi, mentioning his Mom and her throuple in Barstow.  Back in the car with Sam, Deeks explains that Kensi is working fulltime to make sure Rosa doesn’t know a murder suspect dropped by their home last night.  Kensi and Deeks had Rosa cancel her non-date date with Steven.  Rosa isn’t happy.  Sam and Deeks go to talk, quietly, to Turner’s widow.

Fatima texts Rountree that the only gun found at the crime scene belonged to Turner.  Whiting thinks Rountree is naïve if he doesn’t believe LAPD has her weapon.  The plan isn’t to take her alive.  Det. Andy Price leaves his home under Rountree and Whiting’s watchful eye.  They start trailing him. 

LAPD is outside the Turner home.  Using the back door, Sam and Deeks interview the widow.  She explains that Sean was secretive about his job.  In recent weeks he was sick, had no joy about his life.  He was working himself to death.  “I hardly recognized him.”  Sam asks about being sick.  Sean was vomiting, exhausted but not sleeping.  She hated what the job was doing to him.  Deeks asks what LAPD told Mrs. Turner about her husband’s death.  They haven’t told her anything but there is a suspect.  She didn’t know Ellen Whiting and has no idea why Whiting would kill her husband.  She’s overwhelmed with grief and walks away to gather herself.

With Mrs. Turner out of the room, Deeks says Sean Turner was suffering from the symptoms of drug addiction.  Maybe he was using the fentanyl the cops were allegedly trafficking.  The cops could have killed Turner for being an addict and a liability.  They can kill him and take out Whiting at the same time.  Deeks thinks it is really strange that LAPD didn’t question Mrs. Turner.  Sam agrees but you don’t have question Mrs. Turner if you know why and how her husband was killed.

Det. Price leaves his vehicle to meet with a possible undercover officer or informant.  Rountree takes a photo of the two and sends it to Fatima who starts facial rec just as Kilbride arrives.  He is not pleased that Rountree and Whiting are out and about.  Rountree gets a good chewing out by Kilbride until Fatima interrupts.  Price is meeting with Scott Upson, a The Unwanted gang member.  The Unwanted sells drugs, especially fentanyl so a meeting with Det. Price is suspicious.  While Rountree is not off the hook according to the Admiral, Kilbride says the DEA is looking into The Unwanted but have not been able to get close.  Being protected by the LAPD would explain that.  Kilbride tells Rountree to stay on Price.  As he hangs up, Fatima tries to explain but earns a “stow it” from Kilbride.  He wants regular updates on Rountree and Whiting.

Kensi is trying to chase down Bertie when there is another knock on her door.  Rosa wants to know who is at the door as Kensi gets her gun out of their gun safe.  Firmly telling Rosa to return to her room, Kensi opens the door.  The man at the door is looking for Martin Deeks.  They have a colleague at LAPD and the man wants to speak to Deeks – is he home?  Kensi asks for a badge but the man forgot his in the car.  He knows Deeks knows Whiting so the man wants Kensi to let him inside.  Holding onto her gun tucked in her back pocket, Kensi refuses.  When the man asks her if she wants to impede a homicide investigation, Kensi tells him what she wants is for him to get off her porch.  The man leaves with a sarcastic “stay safe.”

Kensi sends a photo of the cop at the door from their doorbell camera to Ops.  Fatima sends it to Rountree.  Whiting identifies the officer as Det. Nick Sills, Price’s partner.  Looking at his neck, Whiting sees a gash where she cut her attacker the prior night.  Looking at Price, he is arguing with Upson.  As Price storms off, Whiting confronts Upson with Rountree running alongside.  Upson runs when he hears Whiting is LAPD.  Not quite a “Federal Agents” run but close.  Just as Upson is about to shoot Whiting, Rountree comes up from behind and stops things.  Whiting by the way, has her weapon – it was tucked in her sock.  Rountree is not happy Whiting lied to him.  “Relax, we’re on the same team,” Whiting explains.  Rountree isn’t so sure until Whiting turns over her weapon.

Deeks has Kensi on speakerphone in Sam’s car.  Bertie is returning from a naturist Earthing ceremony getting her bong on.  Sam is laughing, Deeks is horrified when a naked Bertie is part the story.   Bertie is on her way home and Rosa is going to Bertie’s. 

Rosa tells Kensi she doesn’t have to be treated as a child.  She knows about the man the door and wants to know what is going on.  Kensi doesn’t want to treat Rosa as a child but she and Deeks would like Rosa to enjoy being 17 without the outside world intruding.  Bertie honks and Rosa is about to depart.  Rosa asks Kensi to call later and Kensi promises she will.  Kensi asks Rosa to call her immediate if Bertie wants to take her to an Earthing ceremony.

Fatima calls Sam and Deeks.  A friend in the ME’s officer told Fatima that Turner’s time of death is about 8PM.  The text from Turner to Whiting about meeting up went out at 10PM.  Turner didn’t send the text – this was a set-up. 

Rountree and Whiting question Upson.  He’s not worried about snitching on Price, he’s worried about snitching on someone named Odin.  Rountree asks if Odin is running the drug ring but Upson knows nothing about that.  Upson does the payments and security for a bare-knuckled fighting ring.  The gang takes a cut of the betting.  Odin is about to move The Unwanted out of LA and Price isn’t happy about it.  That’s why Price and Upson were arguing.

Rountree and Upson update Kilbride, Fatima and an arriving Sam and Deeks.  Odin moving the gang doesn’t mean much to LAPD’s dirty cops but someone ratting out the dirty cops would compromise both the dirty cops and the gang.  If they can arrest Odin, they have the drug ring and the dirty cops.   Deeks and Whiting obviously can’t work this case but if they could get someone into the fight, they could see the whole business.  Kilbride asks Rountree if he is volunteering.  He’s not but thinks someone bigger may fit the bill – Sam.   “Oh hell no,” is Sam’s answer. 

Setting up the sting, Sam will go in as one of Upson’s fighters.  Kensi and Deeks are on overwatch.  Fatima is going into the fight as Sam’s cornerman with a hidden camera.  Sam is fighting.  Rountree and Whiting are in the roach coach, watching Fatima’s feed.  Kilbride tells Sam that the fights are brutal – men have been killed.  Sam isn’t there to fight or to be killed, he’s there to be part of a takedown.  Sam understands.  Kilbride knows this is their only shot at this.

The fight is in the basement of an old office building downtown.  It is a fancy set up.  Sam and Fatima walk in together.  Kensi and Deeks are just outside in Sam’s car.  The roach coach is near the warehouse as well.  Sam enters the ring. Sam’s opponent makes some rude comments to Fatima.  Fatima asks him about a ruptured testicle.  When she leaves the ring, the opponent threatens Sam.  “Bigger men have tried,” Sam tells him. 

Sam is confident as the fight starts.  There are gang members, Price and Sills at the match.  Fatima notices what looks like a drug deal in the corner.  The drugs may be distributed to the gang member while the fights are going on.  Easier to sell the drugs in one place with multiple buyers coming to Odin.  The DEA is watching the perimeter of the office building.  Nobody is getting away. 

Sam notices his opponent was watching the drug deal in the corner – he may be Odin.  “Hell of a cover.”  Sam calls his opponent Odin and well, it all goes to hell in a “Federal Agents” sort of way.  Kensi and Deeks go into the building, as do Rountree and Whiting.  Price and Sills take off.  Kensi goes after Sills, Whiting and Rountree after Price.

Sam takes down Odin, knocking him out.

Kensi tracks down Sills, who pulls out a baton.  The two fight until Kensi knocks him out. 

Whiting shoots Price in the shoulder.  Price threatens Whiting, who keeps her gun on Price.  Rountree tells her to put her gun down but she says she’s not wasting her life on Price.

Rountree tells Kensi and Deeks that the charges against Whiting are dropped – there will be a ton of paperwork, however.  Whiting jokes about the paperwork.  Kensi and Deeks want to get Rosa away from Bertie.  Whiting is surprised Kensi and Deeks are parents.  They explains they have a 17-year old they adopted.  Whiting laughs, Kensi and Deeks went into the deep end of the pool with the adopting.  She has a 16-year old son named Stephen.  Kensi and Deeks wonder if her Stephen is Rosa’s Steven (they were spelled differently in the closed captions). 

Packing up in the guns in the boat shed armory, Whiting tells Rountree that she is going to look into McNeil being a part of the Price-Sills-The Unwanted gang mix.  She asks if Rountree is cool with her now.  Rountree says she’s LAPD, he’s NCIS – they are going their separate ways.  She promises that she owes Rountree and Deeks will confirm, she good for it.  Rountree thinks Whiting lied – she apologized earlier to Rountree about what happened with LAPD.  Someone who didn’t care if they were liked wouldn’t do that.  She tells him not to share that piece of information with anyone.  “I have a reputation to uphold.” 

Sam is nursing a bruised face and hand, icing them down  A ready to go home Kilbride notes that in his fighting days, you’d put a little rubbing alcohol on your bruises and drown your sorrows with some real alcohol.  Sam is surprised that Kilbride was a fighter.  He was a middleweight champion in Camp Lejeune.  After his son was born, he stopped training to spend more time with his family.  Odd thing was he didn’t spend his time with his family.  Instead, he worked harder, thinking that he was serving his family that way.  He watched his son “destroy his life with drugs,” so anytime he spends stopping drugs on the street, is a good day. 

Sam asks about the Admiral’s son.  Kilbride says they spoke and it was a hard conversation.  Sam said any hard conversation is a good one to have.  The Admiral says good night and compliments Sam on his fighting skills.

What head canon can be formed from here:   The obviously ended the Deeks-Whiting “I know what you did” storyline which I always thought was dumb.  Maybe a dying Deeks confesses to killing his former partner but a smart cop/lawyer/semi-federal agent would hold Whiting’s hand and tell her an ambulance is coming, not that he killed someone.

While lightly touched, the Kensi and Deeks dealing with parenthood and their jobs worked really well.  Rosa isn’t a child but I liked Kensi’s line that they would like her to be a teenage girl for a while after all she survived.

Also lightly touched until the end was Kilbride’s issues with drugs flooding the streets, killing two members of the Navy and the history with his son. 

The best scenes were Rountree and Whiting.  He really did want to find that Whiting was a dirty cop but once he realized she wasn’t, worked well with her.  Karina Logue had a nice run on the series.  She was able to give depth to a character the audience would be more disposed to dislike.

Really solid episode with a limited Kensi, an absent Callen and the odd pairing of Sam and Deeks.  Also, while not in the episode physically, Bertie’s vacation was endlessly entertaining.

Episode number:   This is season 14’s 15th episode and the 317th overall.   

[chenmark]

240914 - concert

kh1000le: touring with my best bud 😎🤟

mark: "thank you for making this city so great for my brother chenle"

“we even went to chase center. chenle's a huge fan of stephen curry. i swear to god, it was like bringing a kid to disneyland for the first time. he's like 'oh my god, oh my god' everywhere. it was really good to see him being that happy”

“i was walking around the city yesterday and i thought it’d be rlly cool if any one of our members lived here and we would visit here often and i was talking about it with chenle and chenle was like ‘i would love to live next to stephen curry”

- mark said chenle is so biased w sf bc it started to rain ytd and chenle had said that even the rain is more beautiful in the bay

- mark and chenle went to a shopping mall yesterday and chenle bought basketball shoes, basketball pants and shirt

- before encore chenle looked at mark to tell him that today felt so good

- chenle getting shy from mark’s eye contact (vid)

[gayforpaige]

Paige x Azzi

A/N: Hey guys! I have this posted on wattpad but just posting it here cause I haven’t really been on that app in a couple months! Anyways, let me know thoughts in the comments and if I should write a second part ! Also I couldn’t be bothered to double check my spelling so bare with me 🙏

Warnings: drinking, kissing, hickeys

After a sad ending to an eventful season, the Uconn women’s basketball team found themselves in the gym getting warmed up for their first practice back. For Paige Bueckers, a red shirt junior, returning for her fifth year, she was conflicted between all of the emotions running through her mind. On one hand, she was absolutely devastated knowing that when she would look around the room, Nika Muhl and Aaliyah Edwards, her teammates from the year before wouldn’t be there. On the other, she was excited for many reasons like getting to know the new freshman class, getting ready for the upcoming season and she was thrilled to finally and hopefully play a full season with Azzi Fudd, her long time best friend who was coming back from an injury. Azzi was just as thrilled to be coming back but she was also terrified of what was going to come, she was struggling to find her rhythm and return to the athlete that she once was. She promised herself that during this offseason she would work on both her skills and her confidence to hopefully come back stronger than she had left. 

Paige was a 6’0 blonde girl with the prettiest blue eyes most had ever seen. She had a muscular build, perfect arms, perfect legs, really she had a perfect body. She was known as the best women’s basketball player on the Uconn basketball team and would probably leave as one of the greatest to ever walk through the doors of the school. Azzi was a 5’11 light skin girl with a smile that could light up the world. She was known as a shooter and even Stephen Curry had credited her with the best shooting form he’d ever seen. Both girls together were a dynamic duo and had a connection that most teammates could only develop after years of practicing together but with Paige and Azzi, it had been automatic after only one meeting. 

Geno walked into the gym with his usual angry expression that had earned him the nickname “the grandpa from up” from Nika last year.

“Let’s pray he doesn’t make us run” Paige whispered to Azzi, Kk Arnold and Ice Brady earning a small laugh from all the girls.

“Alright girls, today is going to be a little different from our regular practices. We are entering a new season without Nika and Aaliyah who we all considered great leaders to this team and we are being joined by a handful of new teammates. For the next few practices we will be working on our team bond meaning we will be strengthening bonds that already exist between each other but we will also work on getting closer with the ones we do not know as well. For today’s exercises, I’ve placed everyone of you in teams of two and each of you will be either asking each other questions or fulfilling activities that should help you bond. It’s basically the game of 20 questions as you like to call it but we will be going into a deeper perspective during these questions that have already been decided based on who will be your partner”, Geno states. 

He then went on to naming teams - Ice and Kk, Ashlyn and Allie, Aubrey and Morgan… and lastly Paige and Azzi. Both girls were pleased to be with each other considering they had been best friends for almost seven years. They went to sit down in the far corner of the gym following the instructions given by their coach as to obtain the most privacy possible. Paige was wondering what questions they could possibly have to ask each other to fulfill the task of getting to know each other on a deeper level seeing as how they already connected of everything possible. Geno came over to them and handed them a stack of cards containing questions that had been submitted by the team managers, non athletes Uconn student.

“Alright question one: What is the one thing you admire the most about the other regarding the concept of your relationship?” Azzi read out looking up to Paige indicating her to answer the question first.

“That’s an easy one, I admire how you complete me” she said without diving into detail.

“What does that even mean” Azzi answered laughing.

“I don’t know how to explain it, it’s like you’re literally my other my half. I talk too much and you tell me when to shut up, I’m always agitated and you know how to calm me down, I’m always confused and you make it make sense, I’m always hungry and you know what I want to eat. Two peas in pot.” Paige said smirking and raising her arms up in the air, stretching her back and shoulders. She was wearing a navy blue practice shirt that made her ocean blue eyes stand out and a matching pair of practice shorts that she had rolled a couple times making them rest low on her waist. Azzi watched as her shirt rose when she lifted her arms, displaying her carved stomach and the muscles she had continued to gain. Paige noticed her eying her and for some reason felt a tinge of pride knowing that the work she put into her body had and effect on others. “Your turn to answer the question”.

“I like that you don’t pressure me. I mean you like to hang out all the time with the girls and I don’t, sometimes I prefer quiet and being by myself and I’m thankful that you let me have my space without trying to force me to hangout with you guys” Azzi said smiling at her blonde friend, her brown eyes full of admiration. Paige smiled back before asking the next question.

“What is something you either dislike about the other person or wish you could change about your relationship?” Paige read to her curly haired friend. 

“Sometimes I feel like you’re embarrassed to be seen with me. I know that people are constantly assuming our sexualities and the nature of our relationship and I find that since the rumours started you’ve been avoiding me as soon as a camera is in sight” Azzi admitted finally getting her confession off her chest. She looked down to the floor embarrassed not meeting her fiends eyes. Paige felt saddened hearing those words come out of Azzi’s mouth and seeing the way those feelings were so evident on her friend’s face. She reached out and grabbed Azzi’s legs pulling her closer to her. She used her hand to lift her chin to meet her eyes. 

“I thought all the assumptions made you uncomfortable I mean I know you don’t like being on social media so I thought if I stayed sway from you when people were filming  eventually the rumours would stop and you’d be confortable around me again” she said starring deep into the others girl’s eyes. Azzi’s gaze softened as she relaxed knowing that her best friend didn’t want to get rid of her.

“Quite frankly I don’t care about what they make up about my life and I don’t care if they want to pretend we’re dating, I just don’t want you to ever shut me out and I don’t want you to push me away” Azzi said grabbing Paige’s free hand with both of hers. 

“Okay I’m sorry I will no longer push you away” Paige said softly caressing Azzi’s cheek both girls completely lost in their eyes. Snapping back to reality, Azzi dropped her head to her chest making Paige removed her hand from her face. “My turn?” Azzi nodded.

“I wish you would let me 100% in, I tell you everything that ever crosses my mind and I feel like sometimes you’re hiding things from me and I mean you can have secrets I dont mean everything but I guys I mean I don’t want to have to guess if you’re feeling up to seeing us or if you’d prefer being ignored I just want you to tell me how you’re feeling. Sometimes I can’t tell if you just want to be alone if you don’t want to be with me” she said.

“Okay I’ll try harder communicating with you” she said lightening up the mood with a smille. They continued with the rest of the questions and they were now down to the last card. Azzi picked it up.

“Okay this one isn’t a question. It says: Looking into a mirror, point out you’re insecurities to your partner and help the other get over them. Dorms?” Azzi asked looking at Paige to which she received a nod and off we went to the bathroom in our dorm room.

“You’re turn to go first” Azzi said.

“I don’t know if I’m honest, I’ve gotten so much more comfortable with myself this year I guess the only thing I’m still working on is muscle. I have gotten stronger but I don’t want to be a skinny kid and I want to play more physical so I guess that’s the only thing I’d want to change” Paige said while looking at herself in the mirror. 

“Well like you said it’s a good thing you can change that and with your work ethic I don’t think it’ll take much longer to get to your goal even if you’re body looks amazing as it is already” Azzi answered her friend while eying the blonde girls body. Paige caught her checking her out through the mirror and smirked to herself going red. 

Paige watched Azzi look over herself in the mirror, her hands subconsciously rising up to her stomach. Without needing to say anything, Paige placed herself behind the girl and wrapped her arms around the younger girls waist, setting her head on the girls shoulder. 

“You are the prettiest girl I will ever come across and there’s nothing you could ever change about yourself that could make you prettier, you’ve already reached perfection” Paige whispered in her ear in a low tone sending a shiver down the other girl’s body. Turning her head to look into the mirror, the girls eyes locked. When Paige turned her head back towards Azzi’s neck, her lips hovering over her skin, inhaling her vanilla perfume and closing her eyes, something shifted in the mood. At that moment, the main door to their dorm opened and the sound of many girls laughing could be heard. Coming back to reality, the girls practically jumped to the opposite side of the bathroom, Paige rushing out of the room altogether.

Out in the home room belonging to Paige, Azzi, Kk and Ice, every girl in the team was sitting around talking about the activity they had just performed and the ones that would come. Azzi was sitting next to Caroline and Allie on the couch while Paige made a point of being as far away from her, sitting at the table situated on the opposite side of the room with Jana and Kk. 

The blonde girl had decided to completely ignore the situation and just pretend it never happened. Even if she chose to pretend the past couple minutes hadn’t occurred, her eyes were drawn to the brunette girl sitting opposite from her who refused to look up from her phone if she wasn’t engaged in conversation with her other teammates. The one time that Azzi lifted her head to sneak a glance at Pige, their eyes met. Paige had always been known for being a girl that wasn’t affected by eye contact, often she was the one that initiated it. Not wanting to appear weak, Azzi held her gaze locked into her blonde friend’s. Shockingly, Paige’s cheeks went red and she put her head down flustered. Azzi had always known that Paige had that affect on every boy and girl they came across, even herself but she had never seen her as more then her very  attractive best friend. Azzi was also a very pretty girl who also caught the people’s eye having being nicknamed the people’s princess. She knew that people didn’t only come to watch her play basketball but rather because she was just another pretty girl in a uniform but she was pleased to know that she also had a similar affect on Paige. 

Azzi didn’t know how to feel about what had just happened with her closest friend. Paige had always been stuck in the younger girls mind ever since the first time they met during their olympic trial practices years ago. The way she saw it, she could either ignore it or confront it but how she would do that she didn’t even know. She didn’t know how she felt about what had happened. She didn’t know how to react to the feeling of Paiges’s breath coming down on her skin, the feeling of Paige’s lips hanging above her bare shoulder. She didn’t know how to intake the gaze full of emotion, the feeling of her arms wrapping around her body, how she fit perfectly into Paige’s body as if they had once been molded together. Looking at Paige across the room, everything that had happened flashed vividly through her mind. Her heart clenched watching the blonde girl smile and laugh at the other girls jokes while she avoided Azzi’s eyes as much as she could but when their eyes did cross paths, looking away was the most difficult thing to do. 

Later that night the girls decided to go out to a close by bar. Neither of the two girls had spoken to each other in hours but maybe that would change tonight. Paige had decided on a pair of black cargo pants and a loose white t shirt, opting for a more masculine style. Azzi had decided on a similar black pair of pants and a bright green tank top with an open back. While Ice and Kk were waiting in Azzi’s room, Paige had just finished drying her hair and was now heading over to meet with the other three girls. When she walked in she was met with her younger friend doing her makeup in the bathroom where they had shared their last moments together. Feeling bold she walked into the smaller room, leaning against the counter right beside Azzi, her back facing the miroir. 

“You look good” she said nonchalantly, eyeing her friend from head to toe and not being discreet about it. 

“You’re not so bad yourself Bueckers” was Azzi’s response, keeping her eyes facing the mirror on the wand of her mascara not daring to look at the blonde girl, scared she would fold. 

The taller girl laughed to herself before exiting the room but not without letting her fingers skim Azzi’s waist, automatically feeling the shiver run through her body. 

When Azzi finally walks out indicating that she is ready to leave, sitting on the couch is Paige and the two other girls all laughing together. Paige’s arm is resting on the back of the couch, right behind Ice’s shoulders. Her legs are spread apart while her other hand resting on her thigh. It’s definitely a sight to see. They had decided to take Paige’s car and by tradition Azzi was in the passengers seat truly owning up to the title of the princess. She was also on aux which was why she was surprised when Paige handed her phone to the girl. 

“Password?” she asked.

“Your birthday” Paige answered automatically shocking Azzi. When she put in the digits to her birthday, the phone opened. She smiled to herself knowing that she was important enough to the girl sitting next to her.  

For the rest of the car ride, the four girls sang their hearts out to every song that Azzi chose. Paige parked next to the other two girls on her team who had drove the rest of their teammates to the club. Walking through the doors, they spotted the rest of the girls already sitting at a booth and made their way over to them. 

Paige

Nobody knew of my sexuality since I had never made it public but that never stopped people from assuming I was into girls. However, they were not wrong. Having grown in a women’s sport full of probably the world prettiest creations, it hadn’t taken long for me to know that men were the furthest thing from attractive. It was still a little surreal to me that people really wanted me so when people came up to me the second I walked into the club, I had to remind myself that this was part of the public image I had made for myself. For some reason, men where the ones coming up to me left and right even though I pretty much gave of the lesbian vibes from miles away. Not wanting to seem rude, I entertained the conversation while my friends made their way further in the building, trying to politely pull away and go join the group. When I finally got away, the girls had dispersed into groups across the room, some of them dancing, others drinking, only Azzi wasn’t anywhere in sight. Looking around I found her on the dance floor with a blonde girl probably the same height as her. My heart dropped at the sight for some reason. We had always been super close friends but we had a weird relationship. Neither of us had dated other people since we’d met each other so we’d never talked about our sexualities but Id always assumed she was straight. It confused me why all of a sudden I felt annoyed at the sight of her talking to another girl knowing that it was probably a new friend. I sat down with my teammates and tried to engage in the conversation but all I could do was watch the two girls dance together. It seemed like hours had passed before Azzi finally pulled away and walked back to the table.

“That looked cozy” Caroline joked making all the girls laugh and Azzi blush. She blushed. BLUSHED. 

“It was nothing let’s not think too much about it” Azzi said shutting down the thought of her and that girl. 

“Oh come on she was basically begging for you to kiss her” Kk said dramatically, leading all the girls to agree with her. 

“I was just not to attracted to her you know” Azzi answered, sitting down in the open spot next to me while taking a sip of my drink, a shirley temple. 

“You got someone else in mind?” Kk asked, earning no verbal response but only a smirk. 

So to cover what I had learned from this very confusing night - Azzi was into girls, Azzi was not into that blonde girl, Azzi was not into me because I’m also a blonde girl and Azzi has her sights on someone. I don’t know why the realization that my closest friend not being interested in me seemed to be the most gut wrenching news Id heard all week but I just decided to drink the pain away. I got up from my seat and headed over to the bar where I ordered several shots. 

Azzi

I watched as Paige took 4 shots, then 5 and then 6 before I finally made my way over. We hadn’t spoken since earlier today in our bathroom so I just decided to blame the alcohol in my system for my sudden boldness. Just as she went to grab her seventh shot, I took it from her and drank it myself. She turned to face me. 

“What’s up with you” I asked.

“Nothing” she answered back. 

“Don’t lie to me Paige” I told her stepping between her open legs. 

“You like someone?” she asked, changing the subject. 

“I don’t know, maybe. You?” I told her knowing she probably wasn’t going to remember this conversation. 

“Maybe” was all she answered with a smirk spreading across her face. I ordered a couple shots for myself before dragging the blonde girl onto the dance floor with me. 

What had started as innocent dancing slowing turned into something more when her hands found my hips and my back was flat against her chest. With the alcohol kicking in, neither of us were paying too much attention to where our hands would land on the others body. For the second time today, Paige’s lips rested right above my bare shoulder travelling to my neck to finally find my ear. 

“Let’s go” she pleaded, slurring her words. Everything in me screamed not to take her up on that request but my legs grew a mind of their own. 

We called an uber to drive us back to our dorm. The entire car ride, I could feel my heart racing and my head spinning. I’d sat in the middle of the back seat to be as close to her as I could. I was leaning on her, my head resting on her shoulder while her hand drew shapes on my expose skin. When we got to our dorm, all of the warning I was sending myself vanished. When the door closed, my back found the wall and a pair of lips crashed onto mine. I could taste the alcohol on her tongue and I knew she was tasting the same from me. Her hands travelled from my neck to my back, the presence of her touch far too noticeable from the lack of fabric covering the area. Her fingers pressed into my skin leaving their presence whenever they moved. The kiss was passionate and rough, both of us fighting for dominance. My hands were in her hair, pulling her face to an angle to deepen the kiss. 

Her lips were pink and swollen when we finally pulled away for air and while I tried to catch my breath, she took it from me again when she attached her mouth to my neck attacking my skin. When she got down to my collar bone and chest the soft kissing turned into sucking, guaranteeing a mark tomorrow morning. She lowered herself onto her knees the more her kissed got lower onto my body. When she reached the waistband of my pants, my mind sobered up. Softly pushing her off me, I looked down at the confused girl below me. 

“We can’t, as much as I want too, you’re drunk” I told her. She had always been a lightweight so the effects of whatever she had drunk were still pretty strong but she still understood my words and got up. Cupping my face in her hands, she whispered, “Stay with me tonight”.

I nodded and followed her into her room. While she changed into her pyjamas, I borrowed a pair of her softer lounge shorts and a hoodie. Looking at myself in the mirror on the front of her closet, I could see a trail of hickeys across my chest. Pulling down her sweatshirt, I was reassured knowing that they were fully covered. I turned around to find a almost asleep Paige lying in her bed looking at me. With a small smile I joined her in bed, my back to her, not being able to face her right now. Still, her arms wrapped around my waist pulling me closer and her head nuzzled into the crook of my neck. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep after that. However for me, I was up for hours after questioning what would happen tomorrow morning. 

I had never looked at Paige like that. I had never seen her as more than a friend. Sure she had always been pretty and charming but that was the extent of it. Tonight, kissing her felt right. I wasn’t sure whether it was the alcohol talking or if I was being honest with myself. Ignoring the small moment from earlier was one thing but ignoring the whole make out session she had just had with the girl sleeping beside her was another. Would she regret it? Would she be mad at me? Would this end our friendship?  I didn't know what to

expect but all the overthinking ended up sending me to sleep. 

…

When I woke up the next morning, we were still laying in the same position as last night. My head hurt but not as bad as I thought it would. Paige had woken up before me and was scrolling on her phone with her volume at the lowest setting. I turned to look at, the closeness of our faces sending a shiver down my spine. 

“Good morning” she whispered. 

“How are you feeling” I asked her. There was no feeling of awkwardness between us to my surprise. 

“My head hurts like hell. I can still taste the alcohol in my mouth” she mumbled, turning on her back and conversing her eyes with her hands. “I can’t remember anything, what the hell did I drink” 

There it was. That sentence defined how our relationship would go forward. 

“You don’t remember anything?” I asked her. 

“I remember you and that girl, heading to the bar and then seeing you but after it’s a blank” she stated. “I didn’t do anything stupid right?” 

We stayed in silence for a moment, Paige racking her mind for any memories of last night while I replayed every second. The feeling of her lips on mine, on my body, the feeling of her hands in my hair, on my skin was setting me on fire. I didn’t know her true feelings about what had happened and now that she didn’t even remember, I never would know them. There was no purpose in me telling her if she couldn’t even relive them for herself. So I kept it to myself.

“Nothing stupid that I can remember” I told her. 

“Can we stay in bed for a little longer?” she asked, begging. 

We didn’t have anything planned for today seeing as how this was our one day off for the week, so I nodded, also needing the extra rest. What I didn’t expect was for her to turn back on to her side and hid her face into my neck, wrapping her arms around my waist, holding me tight and close. 

[blackmensuited]

[brokehorrorfan]

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[hyperfixatingonstephcurry]

I can’t be the only one who thinks that Steph looks absolutely tiny in these photos

Probably has something to do with the fact that he’s the littlest dude in a lot of these pictures

But there’s just something about the hat and the oversized t-shirt that makes him look so lil

Draymond lifting him like it was nothing only further confirms how tiny he is

There’s just something about these pictures idk. Maybe it’s the unrestrained joy on his face.

I know he’s got a full beard but he still somehow just looks so teeny

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

Based off all the posts from Yoongi in the past 48 hours, how are you feeling?

hahaha, you all have no idea, I'm out here ranting at 2 AM, he got STEPH CURRY'S KICKS, MY DUDE how fuckin' sick is that???

ya'll know I'm a video game slut, however there are exceptions and the GSW are one of them. I very much respect Stephen Curry as a player and person. Yoongi looks so happy meeting him (Curry is basically the current BTS of basketball, no memes) and Curry had a real conversation with him, didn't suck up but was genuine, recognized the impact of BTS on the world, and asked about Yoongi's solo album (working on it and finishing up, hohoho).

also, Warriors won their game POGGIES

time to borrow Yoongi as a good luck charm XD

and Yoongi playing SEESAW AT THE HOTEL??? thank you for loving that song as much as we love it... q_q

as for outfit, bomber jacket + white shirt + black pants, long black hair swept to one side, I mean... how many times have I written that Yoongi HAHAHA he looks v cute in the cardigan too, but of course he stepped up for game day

sources: warriors_jp and NBA Japan Twitter

I'm glad he took this opportunity. I'm glad the Warriors were so inviting to him. I hope Yoongi enjoyed his experience (introvert trying his best here) and I hope these past couple days are full of great memories.

and, thank you Yoongi for not cutting your hair yet

and

how far can one manspread LOL XD

"his feet are big" excellent commentary, 100/10

[jeffersonhairpie]

NCT Dream 230328 London Fan Account

-OH my god I love kpop concerts so much

-I went with a friend. We were seated so we didn't bother going before doors. She had made some cute home made photocards for freebies and we gave them out outside. It was so fun we wished we'd brought more. We also picked up some of the puzzle piece banners that were being given out

-The venue could NOT have been slower at getting everyone seated but oh well. We were in the accessible area and had such a good view of the stage it was wild. The chunk of stage that was built out into the audience was right in front of us and we could see everyone's faces super clearly

-I was in a minority of folk with an old lightstick so mine was green the whole night through lol. Nctzens are extremely unserious people and the number of silly fan signs people brought were so fun. Chenle has succeeded in making all his fans Stephen Curry's fans too. In general people were wearing lots of lime green and white with frog accessories and the vibe was just everyone there for a good time

-Before the concert even started people were shrieking at the VRs and MVs being played on the big screens

-OH my god I love kpop oceans

-We had been chatting with some of the people in our row about who our Dream biases were I was musing on whether or not Mark was my Dream bias bc he's objectively the member of Dream that I like the most but idk if I like him most within the Dream dynamic? If that makes sense? Anyway this was stupid as soon as Mark stepped onstage my jaw was on the floor. He had a variation of the messy blonde braided hairstyle he was rocking towards the end of the 127 tour but with additional blonde and pink extensions. He also had blue contacts. He looked amazing.

-First song was Glitch Mode (I am absolutely not gonna recount the whole set list in order rip). The hits started coming and they simply did not stop coming. Just tune after tune after tune.

-Dreaming is so good and I really really hope they get more discography in that kidlnd of style. Also the choreois clean as hell

-Just to say that Mark was outstandingly beautiful but everyone looked good and I will be fighting Lee Jeno in a parking lot at his first available opportunity

-Wen the mics were on they were ON but Renjun must have insulted the sound engineer's mother or smth because his mics were not calibrated properly the entire night. But yeah the rumours are true NCT singers are men who can sing

-NCT dancers are also men who can dance. Jeno and Jisung and Mark specifically

-They did their first chat with the crowd on the platform but Chenle got bored half way through and wandered off to go wave at fans lol. Haechan started his ment by sternly making us all be quiet

-Our section did NOT spend much time sitting down I should say we were on our feet dancing most of the night

-I knew Jeno's slutty backless shirt plus choker look was coming but it still did not really prepare me

-A fan group had given out lots of banners saying '7dream is our missing puzzle piece' and everyone managed to hide them until they played Puzzle Piece when we whipped them put all at once. It was a cute moment

-I have seen My First and Last live I can die happy. If you are reading this post for some reason and haven't watched the dance practice for this song pls go fix that ASAP

-There was a moment during Quiet Down (which is insane crazy CRAZY like what on earth was going on in the room when they came up with the idea to have half the group in boxes and the other half interacting with the through the glass? Super creative and looks really clean, the Jeno and Haechan pair up specifically) when Mark looked down into a camera and idk it was just... His energy man I would do anything he asked of me

-Better Than Gold was completely electric I had no idea that song had it in it. The shift from Quiet Down to Better Than Gold is really abrupt but the whole venue was shaking ass three seconds into BTG so it clearly worked. They did a 70s inspired line dance thing with prop mics before heading out onto the platform Probs my fav individual song of the night. There was a family sat just underneath us and this was the point when the parents started dancing and did not stop for the rest of the gig - pretty sure they had more fun that their kids who they had ostensibly brought out to see the boy band that night lol?

-At some point I grabbed some confetti that had been fired from a canon and draped it around myself

-Trigger the Fever is SO high energy I do not know how they manage to pull that off on the regular and come back for more tunes

-I lost my shit for Hello Future. It's simply the best NCT Dream song and I will not be taking notes

-Walk You Home my beloved <3

-People started throwing lots of plushies onto the stage towards the end of the show and before the encore and the security team were very obliging in making sure any that fell short of their mark made their way to the stage. While doing Walk You Home the group picked up some of this stuff. A watermelon bag for Mark was a highlight

-Rainbow played during the last big stage hiatus (for the group to change and presumably chug lots of water) and the cameras showed lots of fans and fan signs from around the room it was super cute

-Everyone's final mentions were fun! Everyone tried to speak English but there was a translator on hand. Jaemin is so grandma coded, he was telling us to remember to eat three meals a day. Jisung was super alarmed by us stamping our feet to make a sound like thunder and Mark tried on being British by saying 'blimey'

-Candy was the encore which I wasn't sure about but it's so high energy and fun it was a good send off

-No Dear Dream or Go (boo!) but otherwise the set list was really tight. All told the concert lasted 2 hrs 45 mins so like.. The tickets weren't cheap but we got a LOT of bang for our buck. I danced so much and the energy in the room was so good and I just had a great time.

[jointhekings]

HOW TO OVER COME LOSSES IN TRADING

At least once in your trading career, you’ve probably felt the need to take more trades even though you’ve already incurred more than your usual daily losses.

In such instances, you often think to yourself that with more trades you will be able to offset your losses for the day.

But what if they end up being losers? Then, my friend, you set yourself up for more pain and dug yourself a deeper hole to climb out of.

Proper risk management crucial if you don’t want to lose your shirt, and it’s particularly important for day traders who make many trades per day because there’s a bigger chance of going on consecutive losing streaks.

There will be times that you will get so caught up in the motions of the market that you lose sight of your primary goal: to protect your capital.

And this is precisely why you need to set a daily loss limit. It tells you that you’ve had enough and that it’s time to pack it up and just call it a day.

It doesn’t necessarily mean that you are a lousy trader; there are just days when your game is off, or maybe your trading system was not designed for that day’s market environment.

Even great athletes such as Roger Federer, Rocky Balboa, or Stephen Curry have had their share of bad days.

Just like professional athletes who sometimes under perform, traders also experience those days when they feel out of sync with the markets. Setting a maximum trading loss per day isn’t hard. You just have to take note that it has to depend on your trading personality and risk tolerance.

Here are some personal suggestions:

Limit your losses to a fraction of your profit target for each day. If, for instance, you aim for a 1.5% gain each day, you can set your maximum trading loss to half of that, or .75%.

Set your maximum trading loss to half your average gain. If you have experience and keep a well-detailed record of your trading history, then you can calculate your average win per day and set your maximum trading loss to half your average gain.

Let’s say your average gain per day of all your winning days is equivalent to 0.5%, then you can set your daily maximum trading loss to 0.25%.

You can also set it to a fraction of a longer-term number, like a max 10% loss per month. With 20 trading days a month on average, that’s 0.50% per day.

Try these out or come up with your own, and whether you choose to use one of my suggestions or not, the important thing is that you have one.

The fact is all traders will eventually experience a losing day, so you should always have an in-traday maximum trading loss level set.

And once you’ve reached this limit–and here’s the hard part–stop trading for the day!

Instead of scrambling to come up with more unprepared trade ideas to make up for those losses, you just have to swallow your pride and admit that it’s just one of those days that you have to sit it out. Ralph Waldo Emerson once said that “Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising up every time we fail.”

Learn to accept defeat every once in a while, as we need to remember that trading is a long drawn out war and not a single battle.

By protecting your ego and your account today, you have assured that the losses incurred are small enough to easily overcome tomorrow.

#PSYCHOLOGY #TheKing