#Take Ionescu

[nicolae]

Take Ionescu – O biografie vectorială în istoria partidelor politice și în semantica diplomației

Liseanu, Rodica (2023), Take Ionescu – O biografie vectorială în istoria partidelor politice și în semantica diplomației, Intelligence Info, 2:3, xxx,   Take Ionescu – A Vectorial Biography in the History of Political Parties and the Semantics of Diplomacy Abstract Take Ionescu’s brilliant and prolific personality marked the context of political systems in the early contemporary period. He…

[tvmusiclife]

HAPPY WNBA FINALS - GAME 5 DAY TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE!!

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God's Own Country (2017) dir. Francis Lee

[caitified]

If you are willing can you do another Sabrina fic? Maybe like stewies younger sister or something similar? Regardless I hope you have a fabulous day!

sister

sabrina ionescu x reader

warnings:none

you’d known from the start that dating one of breanna’s teammates would be trouble, especially if that teammate was sabrina ionescu. breanna’s protective streak had always run deep, and while she’d never told you outright that dating her friends was off-limits, the unspoken rule was clear. when things began heating up between you and sabrina, the two of you had decided to keep it under wraps. the thrill of sneaking around added to the excitement, but every so often, the risk of breanna finding out loomed over you both.

tonight, you’re curled up with sabrina on her couch, her arm slung around your shoulders, fingers tracing lazy patterns against your skin as a movie plays softly in the background. it’s late, the city lights casting a dim glow through the windows, and for a moment, everything feels perfect. being here with her, sharing these quiet moments—it feels right, even if it’s complicated.

you lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, feeling her smile against you, her hand slipping to the small of your back as she deepens the kiss. you’re both so wrapped up in each other that you don’t hear the sound of footsteps outside the door until it’s too late.

“hey, sabrina, you home?” breanna’s voice echoes from the hallway, casual but unmistakable.

your eyes snap open, panic flashing across your face as you and sabrina quickly separate. she looks at you with a wide-eyed, almost apologetic expression, mouthing, “sorry.” you barely have time to react before she nudges you toward the bedroom, pointing frantically as breanna’s footsteps grow closer.

heart racing, you slip into sabrina’s room, pressing yourself against the door, straining to hear as breanna walks in, her voice carrying into the apartment as she talks about the upcoming game. you feel a pang of guilt as you listen, hoping she’ll just leave after a quick conversation.

but breanna’s voice gets louder, and before you know it, you hear her right outside the door. “why is your room closed?” there’s a pause, suspicion lacing her words. “wait… do you have someone over?”

sabrina laughs, the sound a little too forced. “uh… no, no one’s here,” she replies, clearing her throat. “just… left a bit of a mess in there. didn’t want you to see.”

there’s a beat of silence, and for a second, you think breanna might just brush it off. but instead, you hear the door handle twist, and your heart plummets. the door swings open, and there she is—breanna, standing in the doorway, staring at you with an expression that shifts from confusion to shock in a heartbeat.

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” she says, eyebrows shooting up as she takes in the scene—her sister standing there, clearly busted, and sabrina looking equal parts sheepish and guilty. breanna crosses her arms, her gaze flicking between the two of you, disbelief etched across her face. “my sister?” she directs at sabrina, her tone somewhere between irritation and amusement.

sabrina sighs, running a hand through her hair, while you stand frozen, cheeks burning. “bre, listen, we didn’t… we didn’t mean to keep this from you,” you start, voice barely above a whisper.

breanna raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “really? because it kinda seems like that’s exactly what you meant to do.”

you glance at sabrina, sharing a look that’s equal parts guilt and exasperation. “we didn’t want to complicate things,” sabrina says, her voice soft. “especially not with the season and… well, you.”

breanna lets out a long sigh, her arms dropping to her sides as she studies the two of you. the annoyance on her face begins to soften, replaced by something more resigned, though there’s still a hint of her trademark protectiveness. “you know I said teammates were off-limits, right?”

“yeah, we know,” you say, shifting awkwardly under her gaze. “but… this isn’t just some fling. it’s… different.”

there’s a pause, and then breanna’s expression shifts. her eyes soften as she takes in the way you’re standing close to sabrina, the unspoken connection between you two now clear as day. “different, huh?” she repeats, and there’s a reluctant smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“yeah,” sabrina says, meeting breanna’s gaze, her voice steady. “i care about her a lot. i didn’t want to mess anything up with you or the team, so we just… kept it quiet. but i promise, i’m serious about her.”

breanna watches you both, a long, considering look in her eyes before she sighs, shaking her head with a small smile. “alright,” she says finally, her voice a mix of exasperation and affection. “but i swear, if either of you start bringing drama onto the court, i’m holding you both responsible.”

you let out a relieved laugh, the tension in your shoulders finally easing as you share a grin with sabrina. “thanks, bre,” you say softly, feeling a surge of gratitude for her understanding, even if it took a bit to get there.

breanna rolls her eyes, but you catch the small, genuine smile she’s trying to hide. “just… be careful, alright?” she says, looking pointedly at sabrina. “and don’t think i’m not watching both of you.”

sabrina chuckles, pulling you close as breanna gives a dramatic sigh. “noted, captain,” sabrina teases, and with a playful smile, she wraps an arm around you. breanna groans but there’s no missing the warmth in her eyes as she watches the two of you, finally in on the secret you’d both tried so hard to keep.

[mayghosts]

🎉- pleasseeee sabrina w/ lunch🙏 and the homoerotic friendship/its complicated trope i am begging🙏🙏🙏

LUNCH: (Sabrina Ionescu x reader)

Summary: You and Sab have been close friends since she moved to New York, but lately things have felt… different

Warnings: its porn with a plot 🫶😁

AN: part of my 500 followers celebration!! I don’t write a ton of smut, so...!!

Standing at your kitchen counter, you could hear the shower turn off. As you waited for Sabrina to come out you settled onto the living room couch, flicking through the Netflix menu.

Ever since you two met at a party last September, you had become somewhat inseparable. However, with Sabrinas busy schedule and your constant need to travel for work, you guys often found yourself having sleepovers to make up for the lost time during the day. Tonight was just like any night, except for Sabrinas weird behavior.

She came directly from practice, her wet hair in a messy bun and a tee shirt and sweats. Even though she had showered at the arena, she asked to shower again, which was nothing new. It was just the way she looked at you when you opened the door, the slight dusting of pink on her cheeks when you handed her a sweatshirt and PJ shorts to borrow, and the way her eyes lingered as you closed the door behind her.

Maybe you were crazy. Maybe you just didn’t pay enough attention to the details. Maybe things had always been like this. You were probably projecting. Still, in your gut, you knew something had changed. Something is different.

You stood to flick off the lights. Leaving only a soft glow from the salt lamp on the counter and your tv to illuminate the small living room. Grabbing the candy and miscellaneous snacks you had bought earlier, you settled back onto the couch. Waiting for the girl to come back out to finish the last few episodes of Bridgerton.

You smiled, hearing your bedroom door click open. Turning to nag the girl for taking forever, you suddenly felt your mouth watering at the sight of her. Donning your favorite Navy hoodie and a pair of white pj shorts that fit you perfectly (but were a little too short on her), you could feel your cheeks heat up. Pushing the multitude of impulsive thoughts that arose at the sight of her to the side, you grinned at her. “Took you long enough! I bought a bunch of snacks when I went out earlier so feel free.”

She hummed at your words, flopping next to you on the couch. “Did we finish Bridgeton last time I can’t remember.” She immediately scooched next to you, plopping her legs ontop of yours under the blanket. “Uhh yeah… I think we have a few more episodes left! Hold on lets see.”

You clicked anxiously at the remote. Things had been tense between you two before, but you always assumed it was one sided. Maybe you were getting ahead of yourself here, a look and a blush dosen't mean she wants you. Unless....

Staying focused on the TV was harder then you thought it would be. The weight and warmth of Sabrinas legs served as a constant reminder to your predicament. As you zoned out at the wall above the TV you could feel her eyes watching you.

You turned your head to smile at her, "What Sab?" She was silent for a moment, she had that same look on her face from earlier. Gently, she pulled you in, tugging on your sweatshirt. "You are the prettiest girl I know. You know that right?" You sucked in a breath, clenching your jaw at the words. Attempting to pull yourself together you glanced at your lap, before looking up at her again. "Sabrina what are you saying?"

"Kiss me, please?" You let her pull you ontop of her. She quickly licked her lips, gazing up at you. Cupping her face in one hand you rested your other hand around her neck. "Is that really a good idea?" You wanted to kiss her so bad, but things like this never end well. Softly you stroked her cheek with your thumb, waiting for her to make a decision. Maybe you could kiss her? I mean you really wanted to. You watched her lips as she spoke.

"I don't mean to make you uncomfterable if you don't want to I just-" You quickly cut her off mid scentence with a quick kiss. She looked about as shocked as you felt. "So I guess thats a yes?" Grinning at her you leaned in to meet her in the middle.

What started as a light and airy kiss, quickly delved into an intense and hungry kiss. Holding your hips in a death grip, Sabrina kept pulling you closer and closer. The space between you felt nonexistant, with your hands now tangeled in her partly dry hair.

Pulling away from the kiss, you immediately made your way to her neck. Sucking deep purple and red marks into her pale neck as she squirmed beneath you. You could feel her hands slipping under your shirt as she guided you back up to her lips. "Off please." You hummed at her words, letting her pull your sweatshirt off.

Once again you found yourself lost in the kiss. Both of you moving in perfect sync, and her hands all over your chest was enough to distract you from Sabrina flipping you two over and laying you back on the couch.

She pulled away for a moment. Her blonde hair was dangling around her face and her lips were slightly swollen and red. Moving away from your lips, she started her ruthless attack on your neck and colarbones. Her actions left you dizzy in the head, you faintly murmered "God Sab, you're so perfect."

You could feel her smile against the skin on your sternum as she listened to your reactions. Gently skimming her thumb over your nipple, she came back up to capture your whine with her mouth. As she continued to tease you, she slipped a knee between your leg, which only caused you to emit a more embarrasing string of sounds.

"Fuck, you sound so pretty baby." As she pulled away, she made her way back down your torso, leaving red and purple marks in her wake. As she reached the waistband of your pants, she looked up at you. You whined, "Please Sab..."

Grinning at you she responded, "Please what baby? Want me to fuck you?" You nodded eagrly at her words, lifting your hips so she could slide your sweats off.

Situating herself between your thighs, she immediately got to work nibbling on the inside of your thighs. Lovingly, you pulled her hair out of the way, savouring the whine she let out when you accidentally tugged a bit. "C'mon -brina please?" You bucked your hips slightly as her nose brushed your cunt. Listening to your request, she slowly pulled the waistband of your underwear down. Licking a stripe up your pussy.

Immediately your hands found her hair as she continued to tease you with her tounge, before she started with slow circles on your clit. "Fuck baby, you like that?" the whimpers you let out were straight up pornographic as you attemped to buck your hips for more. "More baby please" you tugged at her hair gently causing her to let out a small whine.

She swapped her hand for her tounge, speeding up the pace as she slowly dipped one finger into your cunt. Slowly, she began to pump the finger before adding a second. Your grip on her head only got tighter as you moaned her name over and over. "Fuck Sabrina, I'm so close!"

The desperate tone of your voice and your grip on her hair only seemed to drive her as she reached a hand up to toy with a nipple. Bucking your hips slightly, you squeezed your thighs around her head, cumming hard. She slowed her pace, fucking you through your orgasm.

Pulling her fingers out of your dripping cunt, she hovered above you, gently pressing a kiss to your lips before getting up to find a towle. Gently she cleaned up your mess, before helping you into bed and cuddling you close.

As you lay there, drifting off to sleep, you couldn't help but think how this would all work out tomorrow. As well as how you were gonna get her moaning your name next time.

[taytriestohardd]

Could you please do a Kelsey Plum fic where they played against each other in the Olympics & now R has joined the Aces? Please & thanks.

France to Vegas

Kelsey Plum x Reader

A/n: I know this isn’t the greatest but i think it’ll suffice, hope you enjoy

Warnings: losing and kissing? I don’t know

Today is the last day of the Olympics for basketball. This game determines whether France or USA gets the gold. I don’t think France even has a chance of winning considering all the players USA has.

As I walk onto the court, I see the players were going against for the first time and I know for a fact the gold is theirs. Some of them are shooting layups, some are shooting midrange, but only 2 are shooting three pointers. Sabrina Ionescu and Kelsey Plum.

Kelsey comes from Vegas which is definitely my favorite team in America. I was recently informed they want me to go play for them which is really exciting, so I’ve already filled out all the stuff I need to go after this game.

The game went better than I thought with a score of 56-68. (I don’t remember the real score yall sorry) I was mainly guarding Kelsey and I guess she knew about me going to the aces soon cause she had a few flirty comments about it. After the game Kelsey walked up to me. “Hey you’re really good, glad we get to have you down in Vegas.” I turn when I hear her and thank her as I haven’t heard anyone say that recently. “I was just wondering if maybe I could get your number? It could be for whatever reason you want” i nod my head with a little laugh before saying “yea you can have it, here”

2 weeks later

I got off my flight a week ago and I’m already at their practice facility although I’m still a bit jet lagged. As I step over towards Becky she calls the entire team over to introduce myself. “Guys! We have someone here who is gonna start playing for us. You may remember her from the last Olympic game against France but we had an eye on her way before that.” As I introduce myself I look at all the people staring at me very nervously. “Hey I’m from France, I’m 22, I’ve played since I was 6, although I’ve only lived in France since I was 16”. Kelsey is the first one to speak the A’ja. “Nice to meet then, glad to have you on the team”. “Yea I’m excited to see how you play more”.

After practice Kelsey walked up to me. “Hey you did really well today I think you’ll fit right in here.” As she says that I see something in her face that looks mischievous. “Thank you I really appreciate it!” I see her reach her hand out as if she wants me to grab it so I do. “Where are you taking me?” She giggles a little as she pulls me towards the locker room. “Back to the locker room. Everyone has already left” I don’t fully understand how that correlates with her taking me there but I just nod my head

“See it’s empty in here!” I look at her confused but nod my head to show I understand. “You know your new locker is right next to mine isn’t that sick?” “Yea very cool” I say laughing a little. I see Kelsey’s hand grab the collar of my shirt and pull me towards her making me lose balance. As I stand back on two feet steadily I hear her whisper “you’re really cute you know that?” I smile at her words not knowing where they came from. “I did not thanks for telling me. You’re really pretty yourself.” I say as I put my hands on her jaw. “Am I pretty enough for you to kiss me?” I’m a little shocked at the request although we’ve been talking since after the Olympic game. “I think you are yea.” I say before leaning in to kiss her. As our lips touch I feel a shock go up my body. I’ve never felt that when Ive kissed somebody before. I move my hands down to her waist and rub my thumbs on her hips. Sooner or later we break away from the kiss with heavy breathing. Kelsey is quick to say “That is the best kiss I’ve ever had in my life.” I laugh as she says that before telling her “I think I could say the same.” After I’ve caught my breath I capture her lips in another kiss this one a little more heated then the first. As I push her into the locker lightly I hear her groan. She’s getting a little more passionate about it so I tell her “we’re still in the locker room you know.” She obviously doesn’t care though. “It’ll be fine.” And at that she pulled me back into her.

@lashay28

[ouiouibaguettt]

WBB masterlist

these are the players that i'm gonna write for:

nika muhl (uconn - seattle storm - croatia)

kate martin (iowa - las vegas aces - usa)

caitlin clark (iowa - indiana fever - usa)

paige bueckers (uconn - usa)

azzi fudd (uconn - usa)

gabby williams (uconn - fenerbahçe - france)

The Tattoo

pauline astier (tango bourges - france)

sabrina ionescu (oregon - new york liberty - usa)

kelsey plum (washington - las vegas aces - usa)

napheesa collier (uconn - minnesota lynx - usa)

(i do take request if you guys want)

[alwaysobsessed777]

Little rant, so I apologize but I feel like people get so bent out of shape when authors want to branch out and try to write for someone new that they (the author) maybe personally like or just want to try out, simply because whoever that reader is wouldn’t read for that new person. If you want to write for Caroline, or Ashlynn or anybody new that you haven’t written for before, go for it! That fan base will find them and be appreciative of the fact that you wrote for them. At the very least you get to try something new for someone new because their personalities are different than the more popular people that get written for. Like personally, I would love to read for Jackie Young, Sabrina Ionescu, Aaliyah Edwards, A’ja Wilson, and Angel Reese but they are not written for often. You being open to writing new people makes me want to put in requests for you because you are willing to branch out. I think you should write for whoever you want to and those who oppose just simply shouldn’t read for someone they don’t like

omg thank youuuu, you're actually so sweet!! And I will definitely be taking your advice, imma write for anyone I wanna write for. All the people you just listed for people you wanna read fics for...I will DEFINITELY write them for you. And omg request are always open and you putting some in would actually be so awesome. But seriously, thank you again for sending this in, literally so sweet.

[artemis-potnia-theron]

Hi 💙

I would like to worship Artemis, i've looking and investigate about hellenic polytheism and i have a special bond with the Delian triad (Artemis, Apollon and Leto), i love them, but i'm new in this and i want to start first with Artemis...

How i could start? How do you begin with her? I don't know how to start and what i have to do... Could you help me? I see how is your relationship with her and i love it ✨

Khaire! 🫂

So excited to hear about your interest in the trio!! They all hold very special places in my heart, so I love to hear when other people find them as well!

However, although I consider Apollo(n) to be my spiritual father and Leto to be my spiritual grandmother, the relationship I have with Artemis is an intersection of mother, sister, best friend, love of my life, spiritual mistress, queen, ect...so I will be approaching this from a more Artemis focused perspective lol. Hope that's okay!!

First, I would strongly recommend reading She Who Hunts: Artemis: The Goddess Who Changed the World by Carla Ionescu for a really solid, comprehensive overview of her worship. Understanding her history and domains can be very helpful in understanding Artemis as a goddess. Apollo(n) and Leto are featured in it, but mostly in relation to her.

Theoi.com is a good overall resource, but I would recommend sticking to 'scholarly' or peer-reviewed sources as much as possible when trying to get historical information about her cults, worship, and associated religious practices. The same goes for Apollo(n) and Leto.

In terms of personal practice stuff, it took me years to really forge the connection and relationship I have with her how. She can be prickly in certain ways. Her energy is as intense and wild as anything I've ever experienced. Early on, it felt like getting close to a roaming wolf or a hunting lioness. But once you bridge that gap, she's as protective and loves with as much ferocity as a mother bear. Apollo(n) and Leto were a bit less distant, even in the early days - at least for me. So take your time. Don't rush things with any of them, but most specifically not with Artemis lol.

In terms of activities/stuff she likes, I can list some random, everyday ways I connect with her!

- Being out in the moonlight, walking with the nightroaming critters 🌙🦇

- Going on nature walks, hikes, or just sitting outside! Touching grass really works haha

- Work on healing your 'inner child' through shadow work, but mostly importantly through therapy if it's accessible

- Taking care of and/or spending time with animals

- Reading her myths

- 'Ecstatic' dance. She shares a connection with The Mousai (The Muses) and to singing and music in general - a domain she shares with her brother

- Anything involved in childcare and/or childbirth

- Practicing archery

- Standing up for yourself

- Appericating solitude/independence

- Listening to folk music, lol. She loves The Amazing Devil

- Of course, connecting with others close to her helps! Apollo(n) and Leto are the most obvious ones, but she also has close ties to Hekate, Kybele, Dionysus, Persephone, Demeter, Zeus, Athene, Pan, and many more both inside and outside of her 'main' pantheon.

- In terms of symbols and stuff I've found she likes for her altars, she loves deer, bear, dog, fish, boar, and wolf imagery in particular. I associate green, brown, grey, blue, and purple with her. She's loves amethyst. And of course she loves any nature-related offerings!

- I also love connecting everyday stuff with her - albeit in a UPG kind of way lol. I associate the movies Beasts of the Southern Wild and Princess Mononoke with her as well as A Children's Bible by Lydia Millet and We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shriely Jackson and that's all super UPG! Personalize your practice to you, your life, and your beliefs.

What matters most is fostering a relationship with a good foundation. As cliche as it sounds, it really can be about the journey rather than the destination when it comes to deity work. Enjoy yourself, be respectful, decide what you believe, and listen to the lessons she has to teach you. The rest will come naturally :)

Don't hesitate to let me know if you have any other questions! May Artemis' arrow guide you always.

- Taylor 🌙🏹🦌

[amikaelsonstory]

Not the end, but a new beginning - II

Chapter Two.

As the Mikaelson’s find what they needed, some new light is brought to the house but not without opening old secret wounds.

As they rushed down the compound stairs to find Marcel and another couple of  vampires chatting around a big wooden box. The tallest one had a foot resting on top of the box and opened his arms welcoming them - 'Klaus Mikaelson! Who'd ever imagine you would need this humble peasant! '- ventured the blonde vampire, grinning and making an exaggerated reverence .

- 'Eric Northman, it has been a while.' - Niklaus welcomed the outlander, approaching the group. - 'What do we have here? Is it the so-called precious creature we've been looking for? Are we certain about it?'

 - 'That's her.' - Eric gave a light kick on the side of the box -' had to numb her though, so good luck. You'll hear from me soon, once I figure out what I want.' - he teased, blinking to Rebekah before disappearing.

- ‘Is she inside this box??' - Freya shouted, pushing the siblings to sides, kneeling on the floor and unchain the box. -' How do you expect people to help and be nice to us when you treat them like this?' - she hissed, looking at Klaus over her shoulder. - 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry' - she apologized, opening the box, and untying the semi conscious woman inside.

Minna opened her eyes with difficulty, the strong daylight temporarily blinding her. How long was she there? She felt soft hands untying her, apologizing, background voices whispering, making her confused.

- 'Hello love' - Klaus approached the box, lightly pushing Freya to the side and grabbing Minna out of the box. His firm but gentle hands held her waist and the back of her thighs, putting her feet on the floor. He gave a step behind to look at her better - 'Welcome to our home!' - He grinned, raising his eyebrows at the sight of her.

Minna held her wrists to soften the rope marks, then pushed the hair away from her slightly sweaty face. She had delicate features, big dark eyes paired with long black eyelashes, long - now- messy chestnut hair.

She ran her eyes around to all those unknown faces staring at her, stopping at the fine blonde man in front of her, his voice echoing as he softly placed his lips on the back of her hand.

- 'I'm Klaus Mikaelson, and this is my family..'

-'Was this really necessary?' - Minna blurted out loud, taking her free hand to the back of her neck trying to ease the discomfort - 'Really? Trap me in a box and drag me to..Where am I? What is this?'

Kol held a laugh as Rebekah pushed her elbow on his ribs. Freya got closer to her, trying to calm her down and explain herself.  - 'We're the Mikaelson's, and we are very sorry..we didn't know how to contact you..so we asked for help, but they..'

- 'You are in New Orleans love, and it's such a pleasure to meet you' - Klaus insisted, interrupting his sister, placing Minna's hand on his arm as he guided her inside their house - 'Indeed the means that brought you to us were inappropriate, but please be minded we mean well. We do have business to discuss with you, but for now my daughter will take you to your room so you can rest and by the evening, during dinner, we will tell you anything you want to know.' - Klaus sounded charming and compelling, as usual, but for - a confused, locked in a box for days - Minna, he sounded reasonable and polite - 'Hope darling, could you please accompany Miss.. I'm sorry I didn't get your name . Miss Murray? Fyodorova? Ionescu perhaps?'

-‘Murray, but Minna is just fine' - Minna murmured as her eyes scanned the surroundings  - 'Can I get something to drink, you know, I've been locked..starved'  - She raised her eyebrows and shoulders, as if she was implying something obvious.

Klaus pressed his lips in a satisfied smile, he was pleasantly surprised by that creature walking by his side. She was not impressed neither fearful of him and his family, even with the circumstances she was brought to them. Besides, she was stunningly beautiful, her casual jeans and black tank top added a fresh touch to her delicate face. - 'By all means, please' - Klaus snapped his fingers to a compelled housekeeper that approached them, offering her wrist to Minna, who vividly grabbed it, burying her fangs as she devoured her blood viciously.

As the whole scenario developed at the Mikaelson's entrance room, one thing had been completely unnoticed. Elijah had stayed behind, frozen, as if he had seen a ghost. From the moment Klaus got the lady out of the wooden box his heart has skipped a beat then started racing so fast his palms were sweaty. Elijah opened his lips to speak but the lack of words closed them again, so he a took a deep breath, adjusted his tie and made his way inside the mansion.

[dotsaremycomfortzone]

Hi so I did a thing again.

It may have taken me over a year from start to finish, but I finally bound Safe by the lovely @themewsatten

Firefighter Johnny Saxby keeps to himself most of the time. When Gheorghe Ionescu arrives at the station on a transfer, will Johnny be able to hold up the walls he’s worked so hard to build around himself?

It may have taken a even longer because I decided that I wanted to paint the faux leather… (ft. My ugly yellow floors that makes one of my friends laugh every time she sees them and a messy desk)

Also used some embroidery floss for the headbands but I forgot to take pictures (whoops). The pink endpage is by nilhilistatari not quite sure who made the other art, sorry! (Found them! @sous-le-saule)

Go read the story!

[rockislandadultreads]

Celebrate Pride Month this June!

Check out these fiction recommendations in celebration of Pride Month!

A Sweet Sting of Salt by Rose Sutherland

When a sharp cry wakes Jean in the middle of the night during a terrible tempest, she is shocked by what she discovers - a young woman in labor, drenched to the bone in the bitter cold and able to barely speak a word of English. Jean soon learns the woman is the new wife of the neighbor up the road and, as she becomes increasingly concerned for her safety, she also starts to grow feelings for her. When Jean starts asking questions, however, the answers she finds are more harrowing than she ever could have imagined.

Late Bloomer by Mazey Eddings

After winning the lottery - and subsequently being bombarded by everyone she knows for a handout - Opal decides to protect herself by putting her new money toward a failing flower farm in Asheville, North Carolina, to let the flowers live out their plant destiny while she uses the cabin on the property to start her painting business. But her plans for isolation and self-preservation go hopelessly awry when an angry (albeit gorgeous) Pepper Boden is waiting for her at her new farm.

The Fellowship of Puzzle Makers by Samuel Burr

Clayton Stumper might be in his twenties, but he dresses like your grandpa and fusses like your aunt. Abandoned at birth on the steps of the Fellowship of Puzzlemakers, he was raised by a group of eccentric enigmatologists. When the esteemed crossword compiler and main maternal presence in Clayton’s life passes away, she bestows her final puzzle on him: a promise to reveal the mystery of his parentage. So begins Clay’s quest to uncover the secrets surrounding his birth that will change his life forever. 

The Prospects by K.T. Hoffman

Gene Ionescu, a gay trans man in the minors with the Beaverton Beavers, is a solid shortstop, but he's no one's idea of a major league prospect. He's just happy to be here. But his plans go awry when Luis Estrada - Gene's rival since their college days - gets traded to his team and takes Gene's position. After being forced over to second base, Gene and Luis can't manage a civil conversation or a competent play. But when Gene finds Luis having a panic attack, he offers to start extra practices together and, as they grow closer, Gene's dream of playing in the majors becomes a threat to his burgeoning relationship.

[thefauxsport]

The black girl people keep talking about was when Justin Herbert was in college. She’s gorgeous, but there’s no point putting her name out there because it was years ago, & it seems like it was just a brief fling. I’m not sure of the timeline, but sometime around then he started dating Sabrina Ionescu, the current WNBA star, who also went to Oregon @ the same time as Justin. That’s not alleged because there’s a few photos of them together. It looks like that ended around the time he moved to LA after he got drafted by the Chargers.

So, no, he doesn’t just date tall, skinny blondes. He seems to have flings now & then and a few other girls with whom he has FWBs relationships. It’s pretty normal for a single guy in his 20’s to play the field especially one as career focused as Justin. He really is totally about football @ this point in his life. Plus, as a franchise QB the entire Chargers team revolves around him, & he takes his responsibilities very seriously. He’s even said he doesn’t have time to devote to a serious relationship which shows a nice level of self-awareness for a guy as young as he is. There’s other NFL guys who haven’t gotten married & started a family until they’re near the end of their careers or until they’ve retired. He seems like he might be one of those.

Whoever gets with him next, tell him to grow his hair back out please

[bongaboi]

New York Liberty: 2024 WNBA Champions

 

The long wait for the Liberty is over.

After 28 years and five previous Finals appearances, New York are now champions.

In front of a raucous Brooklyn crowd at the Barclays Center, the Liberty defeated a relentless Minnesota Lynx team 67-62 in overtime in a winner-take-all Game 5 of the Finals.

It wasn’t so joyful for the Lynx, as a debatable foul decision left the team’s head coach, Cheryl Reeve, fuming after the final whistle.

With the Lynx up 60-58 and under six seconds remaining in regulation, officials whistled a foul on Minnesota’s Alanna Smith on Liberty forward Breanna Stewart. The two-time league MVP was driving to the hoop and appeared to have minimal contact with Smith as she took a shot.

The Lynx challenged the call, but the decision was upheld after a video review.

“I’m sorry but that wasn’t a foul! Let the damn players dictate the outcome of a close battled tested game,” NBA superstar LeBron James posted on X, formerly known as Twitter.

Reeve said the call “decided the game,” adding the game – and WNBA championship – was “stolen from us.”

“The officials during the game should have a third party because that was not a foul. That call should have been reversed on that challenge,” she told reporters.

“I know all the headlines will be ‘Reeve Cries Foul.’ Bring it on, right. Bring it on,” Reeve said. “Because this sh*t was stolen from us. Bring it on.”

When asked about Reeve’s complaints, Liberty head coach Sandy Brondello told reporters that she respected both her counterpart and the entire Lynx team.

“I thought they were pretty fair,” she said laughing, when asked what she thought about the officials. “I have so much respect for Cheryl and I have so much respect for that Minnesota Lynx team because, man, it was ugly, but we found a way to win.”

Brondello had been highly critical of the officiating after a Game 4 Liberty loss that forced the title decider.

The face of the NY franchise still needed to come up big to force overtime.

Without Stewart, the Lynx may have found themselves dancing to their famed celebratory “Electric Slide” at the buzzer had it not been for two-time Finals MVP.

Stewart stood at the free throw line with nerves of steel-like composure and calmly stroked both charity stripe buckets like no one was watching.

Nyara Sabally was New York’s unexpected star.

Coming into Sunday, she averaged 2.8 points per game in the Finals but came alive to score a crucial 13 points in Game 5.

The former Oregon star made an impact beyond her unforeseen offensive impact. She grabbed seven rebounds and had a key block in OT, stuffing Lynx star Napheesa Collier at the hoop when Minnesota attempted to tie the game late.

The rejection was not lost on anyone after the game. After all, Collier led the WNBA playoffs in points, rebounds, blocks, and steals.

Her teammate Stewart praised Sabally after the game.

“We were trying to do whatever we could. We needed, like a spark and she was that. She continued to trust the process and we are so proud of Ny. So proud,” she said.

How valuable was the German national team member? The typical roleplayer was often matched up to guard Collier and played the entire overtime session.

“That’s what I’ve been working for my all my career - moments like these,” she said after the game during the trophy presentation.

“And to be able to come in here and do this in a Game 5 at home, it just means the world.”

The new star then hugged her sister as tears started to well up in her eyes.

Regardless of the foul controversy, Stewart was a force on the boards, grabbing 15 rebounds to go with her 13 points.

The Liberty’s other big star, Sabrina Ionescu, struggled mightily in the game, scoring just five points on 1-of-19 shooting.

New York’s Jonquel Jones was named the Finals MVP.

The Bahamian was steady Sunday while her teammates couldn’t find their rhythm.

She scored 12 points in two quarters, nearly half of the Liberty’s production. Jones finished with 17 points and six rebounds.

Jones was modest after being handed the prestigious award and the crowd shouting ‘MVP.’

“None of this happens without my teammates and without the people that have poured into me,” she said while acknowledging her mother, her fiancé and others.

The Lynx were up 34-27 at the half. If not for Jones, NY would have been in serious trouble.

The Liberty started stone cold with the Lynx opening the game on a 6-0 run. Jones finally hit a bucket to settle New York’s nerves.

Collier started hot with slashing moves to the basket for several lay-ins. After a Collier bucket to stretch the lead to 19-10 in the first quarter, Brondello called a timeout to stop the momentum. Collier finished the opening quarter with 8 points and a game-high 22 points overall.

With the Lynx up 10, Stewart finally scored her first points in the second quarter.

Despite her shooting woes, Ionescu never relented and dished out key assists.

After the Lynx emerged from their locker room cold, the former University of Oregon guard found Sabally for back-to-back buckets - the second of which put the Liberty up 40-38 and the team’s first lead.

Ionescu was pumped up after the moment – flexing as the buoyant Brooklyn crowd showered her with support.

After the win, Ionescu gave credit to her team.

“[I] just did whatever it took to win. [I] believed in my teammates, believed in this entire organization. It takes everyone; you don’t do this alone.

“God, we did it in New York,” she screamed, much to the delight of the fans.

Those same supporters have a parade to attend.

After the Liberty’s 3-2 series win, New York City Mayor Eric Adams posted on social media that “City Hall and other city buildings will be lit up seafoam in their honor. But that’s not all. We’re throwing these incredible athletes a parade to celebrate all their hard work this season.”

The first WNBA Championship in franchise history will get a ticker tape parade, which is set to start at 10 a.m. ET Thursday.

Organizers said the procession will begin at Battery Park and run north through lower Broadway’s so-called “Canyon of Heroes.”

Following the parade, City Hall will host a ceremony before the team hosts a fan event at Barclays Center that night.

[caitified]

plus one

sabrina ionescu x reader [ baby fever part 2 ]

warnings:ivf

part one here

a week had passed since your conversation with sabrina, and you only now found the courage to bring it up. you had spent the entire afternoon going over the idea in your mind, rehearsing how you’d say it, unsure of how she would react. that evening, after dinner, you both curled up on the couch, sabrina’s arm draped casually around you as you rested your head on her shoulder.

“sab,” you began softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“hmm?” she glanced down at you, her green eyes full of warmth and curiosity.

“do you remember napheesa’s daughter at the game?” you asked.

sabrina chuckled softly. “yeah, she’s the cutest. why?”

“i want us to try ivf. i want to start a family with you, sabrina.”

for a moment, sabrina was quiet, her expression softening as she processed what you’d said. then, a smile tugged at her lips, and she leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “i’ve thought about it too, you know,” she murmured, her voice full of affection. “i just didn’t know if you were ready.”

you laughed softly, relief washing over you. “i think seeing you with mila sealed the deal for me. you’d be an amazing mom.”

sabrina pulled you closer, resting her forehead against yours. “we’d be amazing moms,” she corrected, her eyes shining with love. “let’s do it. let’s start our family.”

the months that followed were filled with appointments and planning. you had gone through the process together, supporting each other through the highs and lows, the waiting and the uncertainty. but when the doctor finally confirmed that the ivf had been successful, the two of you had cried tears of joy, holding each other tightly.

the pregnancy flew by in a blur of excitement and preparation. sabrina was there for every step—every doctor’s appointment, every nursery plan, every kick you felt from the baby growing inside you. she was as devoted and loving off the court as she was fierce on it, making sure you never lifted a finger, always ensuring you were comfortable.

finally, the day came, and as you lay in the hospital bed, sabrina beside you, the hours of labor culminated in a moment you knew you’d never forget. your baby girl was born, her cries filling the room as the doctor gently placed her in your arms.

you looked down at her, tears filling your eyes. “she’s perfect,” you whispered, overwhelmed by the rush of love you felt.

sabrina leaned over, pressing a kiss to your temple before carefully taking your daughter into her own arms. she cradled her just like she had with mila all those months ago, but this time it was different. this time, it was their daughter—your daughter.

“welcome to the world, little one,” sabrina whispered, her voice thick with emotion. she looked up at you, her eyes sparkling. “we did it.”

you smiled, reaching out to stroke your baby girl’s cheek. “we did,” you echoed softly, tears of happiness streaming down your face.

thanks for reading. i might do headcannons of them and their baby, pick a gender in the comments!