#basketball trio

[zayray030]

I looooove basketball trio angst lmaooo

Like Jamil and Floyd can be so mean and so can ace but ace strikes me as someone who takes it a little more to heart. So I can imagine when ✨feelings✨ start to grow around the three Jamila and Floyd are the first to realize them. They don’t really know how to bring it up w ace and I feel like they’d kinda tease him with✨feelings✨ and then pull back leaving ace real hurt and confused. It comes to a head when j and f invite ace out to what looks like a romantic dinner (picnic maybe for extra cute factor) and then they pull like a “ha ha just kidding”. Ace break down crying then and is so mad and embarrassed so he runs off and doesn’t talk or interact with j and f for like a week. In the meantime the other two get their shit together and work on an actual confession which ends up with the three all cute and happy together

Idk what this was lol I just need ace angst lol

🐝 anon (I’ve returned after 3,000 years lmao)

AHHHHHHH BEE I MISSED YOU POOKIE!!!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Anyways, omg your ask!??!?! GURRL THE ANGST YET THE COMEDY THAT CAN COME OUT OF THIS?????

Like Ace complaining to the first years that J+F are being wishy washy and the first years are lowkey bored by the drama until Ace bursts into Ramshackle just SOBBING his eyes out because of what the two did. LIKE!?? THE PITCHFORKS ARE OUT AND THEY ARE GOING FOR THE DAMN THROAT!!!! LIKE, THEY KNOCK THE OTHER TWO OUT AND INTERROGATE THEM AND BASIC ROB THEM UNTIL THEY MAKE IT UP TO ACE!!

And those two going to the second years bar Riddle because they know he'll kill them to let them know about the plan. They're just staring at them because they're praying that the other two are smart enough not to do something as STUPID as that. They do. The second years are disappointed and surprised.

OH MY GOD WHEN RIDDLE GETS WORD??? HE TRIES TO RUN THEM OVER WITH THE HORSES!!! AND FLAMINGOS. SEBEK, TREY, DEUCE AND CATER ARE FULLY ON BOARD

ACE JUST IGNORING THOSE TWO???

"Hey ace, can you let Jamil and Floyd inside the locker room?"

"What the fuck is that?"

LIKE HE IS PETTY!!! Vargas tried to get involved and then immediately nopes out because he saw a singular instance of Ace being petty and is now traumatised.

WHEN THEY FINALLY GET HIM to acknowledge them he's just crying again and they have ro do the confession then and there because they can already hear the sounds of horses and yelling.

It's dramatic, bold, spontaneous, humiliating and honestly it makes Ace laugh enough to kiss them.

Of course they are literally never forgiven by the others for another couple months when they actually see a full change of behaviour from the other two where Ace is constantly pampered

AHHHHHH THIS IDEA WAS AMAZING!!!!

[shares-a-vest]

While my shoulder has been fucked up I've been watching a lot of football AND sports commentary shows, which I have found myself enjoying??? As always, I've kept the actual sports ball details vague seeing as I barely know American sports.

Eddie walks into the living room to find Steve on his feet and standing far too close to the television. He has the phone to his ear and his shoulders are tensing.

"I cannot believe this," he says to Robin, who Eddie knows is on the other end of the line and probably just as agitated.

She must say something Steve vehemently agrees with because he nods, all stern and vibrating in agreeance. But he soon scoffs, holding the phone away as the Sportsman on the television says... Something about something baseball-related.

Steve swooshes his hand through the air in disapproval.

"Rob, are you hearing this asshole?"

The oven dings and Eddie decides to take his chances and step forward. He tip-toes quietly, making sure to keep his distance as he moves into his husband's field of vision and boy, is Steve mad about... Whatever tonight's Sports Problem is.

It's a big enough to-do that it is being discussed on (Eddie knows this much) Sportscenter.

Steve's frown deepens and his mouth down-turns to a cute – albeit grumpy – pout that has only become more accentuated with age and wrinkles.

"Dinner," Eddie mouths, adding an innocent, wiggling hand wave.

Steve props a hand on his hip and nods at him before he turns his attention back to the television. He heaves in a breath and now Eddie frowns. Because yeah, sure, Hellfire still gets his heart a-fluttering every once in a while, but these days he and the boys carry out quieter, more laid-back campaigns that would make their former selves gasp in horror.

And, Sport Problems, or not, he doesn't like the idea of Steve getting so worked up that he's wheezing.

"Rob!" Steve scolds in disbelief down the line, "What? Ugh, fine... Fine!" he looks at Eddie, "My dinner is ready too... Alright! Call me back... Mhmm," he pinches his nose, "Yes, I'll do the three-way call thing with Sinclair instead... Fine! Okay, bye."

He ends the call with a forceful pressing of the Talk/End button and murmurs to himself, practically sneering as he shoots the panel of sports commentators a look.

"Okay-p," Eddie says, clasping his hands together as he decides to charge for the remote.

He points it at the TV and gleefully reduces the group riling up his husband's undead universe-induced asthma to black nothingness.

"Calm down, Stevie-bear," he says, discarding the remote on the couch so he can rub at his back, "No more Sportscenter for now."

"But, Eddie, can you believe –"

Steve cuts himself off as Eddie loops an arm around his middle and leads him to the four-seater dining table.

"I know your hip is too bad for you to play ball these days, sweetheart, but you gotta calm down," he bargains, relieved when Steve's breathing begins to even out, "Dinner time is our quiet time."

"Yes..." Steve glances around.

Eddie narrows his eyes the moment he realises his partner has located their iPad on the breakfast bar. He tilts his head, hoping to block Steve's view of it and they soon become engaged in a silent stand-off despite standing in the middle of their living space attached at the hip, arm in arm.

It only stops when Steve purses his lips, no doubt readying himself to bring out the big guns and say something with the deadliest of bitchy lilts.

"Nope," Eddie says, chopping his hand through the air, "You're not rewatching that... play you are so cranky about on the iPad. I'm sure you are right about it anyway."

Steve says nothing. Hell, he probably saw straight through that ever-so-slightly condescending attempt at deflection. But Eddie can't bring himself to be all that worried about his tone as some very real panic sets in at the sound of the pot on the stove bubbling up a little too much.

He detaches himself from his partner, thinking that ruining dinner and taking Steve away from the television will start up a World War III, the likes of which he hasn't seen since the time he brought a stray cat into the apartment, who promptly hid in the closet and pooped in Steve's new Nikes.

"I am right," Steve says, all perky and chipper now as he pulls out a chair, "Can you, uh... Do the, uh..."

He trails off, looking at the phone's keypad and gesturing to the buttons.

Eddie reaches forward and plucks the phone from Steve's hand.

"I'll set up the three-way call for you later," he says, reading his mind. He presses a kiss to his forehead and sets the phone down on the table, "Promise."

"Lucas will be ready to talk at – "

"Eight o'clock," Eddie nods, "Just in time for the replay, I know."

He pats Steve on the shoulder with reassurance. When his husband finally takes a seat, Eddie heads off to the kitchen just in time to salvage their dinner.

[tender-sushijima]

✨some kurobas art ive done ✨

pushing my art into more spaces bc I’m in dire need of attention and I may be opening commissions soon, so you can have them as a treat

if you’re interested to see other stuff that I do and want early access to my art, come find me on IG: @/tender_sushijima

oh, I also write the occasional fanfics too

[latenighttalkinqwp]

ice and paige were definitely clowning on her mug😭😭

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Based on a real group chat convo (I was Jingyi)

[fortheloveofwbb]

ooooooo

[cemetery14]

AAAAAAAAA

I'm being so serious if anyone knows how to buy these in the US HELP

JHGDDJKKGFDDFHHF😭😭😭😭

[elliesglock]

all i can hear is natty while paige bueckers, sarah strong, and azzi fudd are on the court together

[pernillecfcw]

The girlies at the Liberty game 💙🏀

[bramblequeen]

This was supposed to be posted later in the year but oops wrong button…

I do want to revisit this concept as the colouring was hella rushed and I’m not quite happy with it. A first attempt if you will. Something for 2024 though

Also why is Nomura slacking with regards to my Kingdom Hearts 3v3 Blitzball Spin-off game?!???

[whirlpool-blogs]

Building a prodigy: How Jack Hughes’ blend of skill and personality morphed him into a top NHL prospect

Published: Jun. 21, 2019

Jack Hughes was pissed.

Standing in the driveway of his billet family house in Plymouth, Mich. — finally free to do so in the early spring after the cold, oppressing winter broke — Hughes grabbed a basketball, his eyes red with revenge.

Moments earlier, United States National Team Development Program teammate Alex Turcotte dunked directly over Hughes. Poster-worthy jams came frequently on the intentionally lowered nets, and Hughes wasn’t going let Turcotte have the last word.

The 5-10, 171-pound hockey player took the ball, drove to the net, catapulted toward the rim and unleashed hell.

“He got so mad,” NTDP defenseman Marshall Warren said. "Just went the other way and dunked on everyone.”

That outburst came during innocent pickup hoops played among some of Hughes’ best friends. Those circumstances never stopped him from being the first rip off his shirt, playing until sweat streamed from every pore on his body.

The desire to never be outdone stems from Hughes’ attitude on the hockey rink, where during his teenage years, his drive and skill transformed him into a top NHL prospect, which could culminate with his likely No. 1 overall selection by the Devils at the 2019 NHL Draft on Friday in Vancouver.

Even while scouts and coaches sung his praises as he tore through every level of youth hockey, Hughes developed his own distinct personality off the ice. His drive bled out in some aspects of life, but Hughes found ways to turn off his engine away from game that defined him.

"You get him into those athletic situations and he’s the ultimate competitor, but he’s able to flip the switch off, which I think bodes very well for him long term,” NTDP head coach John Wroblewski said. "Not just as a hockey player, but as a functioning adult and a product of a good family."

A JERSEY DOWN TO HIS KNEES

When Wroblewski accepted the heading coaching position at the NTDP in 2016, he inherited a group of 17-year-olds born in 1999 as the first group auditioning for his U18 team. Running spring practices in Plymouth, he was still getting acclimated with the names, faces and skills of his new roster.

Before a practice, Jeremiah Crowe, then the program’s director of player personnel, approached the coach and told Wroblewski another player would be skating with the team. He was the younger brother of Quinn Hughes, one of his 17-year-old defensemen. His name was Jack.

Wroblewski took the ice, and as the team trickled out, he saw a small, skinny 15-year-old kid emerge from the tunnel, with skaters two years his elder towering over him. Hughes’ assigned jersey hung down to his knees.

Yet the scrawny center skated with power rivaling any 17-year-old on the ice, and that group of teenagers was the best the United States had to offer. Wroblewski couldn’t keep his eyes off the kid that was supposed to be 24 months away being there.

"He had this magnetic ability, the puck just kept finding him and finding him,” Wroblewski recalled. "And when it did, the opposition couldn’t shut him down. They would give him too much time and space because he had this kind of forcefield that great players have.”

But the newest members of the U18 team picked up on this. Eventually, they stopped respecting the underage boy skating circles around them. They collapsed on Hughes, attempting to take away the freedom that came so easily.

That didn’t make a difference.

“If somebody rushed at him, he’d slide it right through their legs and go around them,” Wroblewski said. "It was amazing how he could manipulate players two years older than him and fit right in and be one of the best offensive players on the ice for two straight days.”

To Wroblewski and those seeing Hughes up close for the first time, it came as a mild shock, even with some of the murmurs that accompanied his arrival. They’d only heard secondhand what the crafty forward was doing from the day he put on skates.

Some of Hughes’ eventual NTDP teammates skated with him for the first time years earlier. In 2011, Hughes and a gaggle of 10-year-olds suited up for the Brick Invitational Hockey Tournament in Edmonton, blissfully unaware of the future that awaited some them with the NTDP.

Even then, among players barely old enough to access their skills and talents on the ice, Hughes shined among his peers.

RAISED TO SUCCEED

The Hughes clan has already been dubbed the next great American hockey family.

Quinn Hughes, the oldest of three brothers, was the seventh overall pick in the 2018 NHL Draft, and he’ll be a mainstay on the Vancouver Canucks’ blue line for years to come.

After Jack inevitably goes at or near the top of the draft on Friday, the youngest of the three siblings, Luke Hughes, will follow in their footsteps. The defenseman will likely hear his name called in the 2021 NHL Draft.

Genetically, the trio was bred to be hockey players. The brothers’ father, Jim Hughes, played college hockey at Providence. That never blossomed into a long pro playing career, but he carved out his path coaching in the NHL and AHL before becoming the Toronto Maple Leafs’ director of player development.

Their mother, Ellen Weinberg-Hughes, was the one that taught the brothers most of their hockey chops. A former player on the U.S. Women’s National Team and a member of the University of New Hampshire athletic hall of fame, she introduced the three to skating. Then she showed them how to excel at the sport that came so naturally.

"She was our coach,” Jack Hughes said. "Our dad, when we were young, was coaching pro, on the road a lot, so it’s not like when you have a game, you get a fly by. Our mom, she knew the game too, so you’d hear it from her.”

But aside from Jack Hughes’ prodigious skill on the ice, the two parents molded the forward to be the person capable of handling the attention off of it.

"How does a kid who’s that good and has been tabbed the No. 1 pick, remain humble and hungry, and just overall a good person?” Wroblewski said. "You can’t look any farther than the parents.”

The NTDP cycles in class after class of America’s top hockey talent, plucked from every corner of the U.S., with the sole goal of developing the country’s next superstars.

Hughes fits that mold in every sense of the word, from his competitiveness and desire to never be second best. Yet away from the ice, Hughes’ life isn’t dominated by the game.

He has a shoe collection. He plays video games and poker. He golfs. He hangs out with friends. He does what, by most standards, many normal American teenagers do when they can escape the daily grind of school and sports.

His teammates don’t see him as an untouchable prodigy. Hughes never looked down on them from a pedestal as praise and hype followed him at every turn and continuously gained steam as he aged.

"He’s kind of a goofy kid. Loves hanging out with his buddies. Just making jokes,” teammate Trevor Zegras said. “To me, he’s always just been Jack.”

THE PATH TO NO. 1

David Gregory tried to avoid the hype. He heard the name more than enough, but like any prospect, he wanted to see for himself before drawing his own conclusions.

A North American scout for NHL Central Scouting, tasked with watching and evaluating hundreds of skaters every year across the U.S. and Canada, Gregory walked into Plymouth’s rink and saw Hughes at a camp, trying out for the development program.

Gregory saw Hughes again in his first U18 game, where the center received an early promotion as a 16-year-old. Gregory didn’t need that second viewing to know Hughes would live up to his billing.

“He’s already at full speed and he figures out how to find this other gear,” Gregory said. "If a hole opens up or there’s an opportunity to get to a different spot to make a play, he just finds more speed. It’s pretty amazing to watch.”

From the moment the whispers started years ago about Hughes potentially being the No. 1 overall pick, all the way through the palpable hype during his 2018-19 season, his teammates and coaches never saw a shift in the forward’s demeanor.

Traveling back from a European tournament on a Monday, the U18 team had a quick turnaround for a USHL road game in Omaha on Friday. Hughes roared from the get-go, skating with the ferocity of someone playing in Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final.

“He’s flying around the ice, and the other team’s trying to kill him. Literally,” Wroblewski said. "Three guys are trying to go after him and he’s still doing his thing and dishing pucks."

That consistent drive helped Hughes shatter the all-time scoring record at the NTDP, previously set at 189 points by current Arizona Coyotes forward Clayton Keller. Hughes’ 228 career points also dwarfed the production of current NHL stars Phil Kessel, Patrick Kane and Auston Matthews.

As Hughes racked up record after record, he was still routinely the first on the ice for practices. If the goalies needed a shooter for drills beforehand, he was the first to volunteer.

"That’s also a part of a why he’s so good. He hates losing. He wants to be a difference maker all the time, which I think is why he’s going to be a special player,” goalie Spencer Knight said. “That’s something people might not see about him. Besides all the skill and the glamour, he’s a really good guy, and he’s always working hard.”

[zayray030]

Basketball club hcs?

Also after the new stitch event I want to see more azul, floyd, and ace so any headcanons for that trio?

(Platonic or not platonic)

BASKETBALL TRIO!!!!

After practice they all like to go to Sam's shop and but themselves a little sweet treat

Floyd likes to randomly 'check' and 'fic' Ace's pose and position

Jamil likes to say that he's the normal one of the club but is the first to entertain Floyd's ideas to mess around during practice

Ace once made those honey soaked lemons for after practice and kept trying to say he bought them instead but Jamil and Floyd refused to believe him and teased him about being so cute

Anytime they go against another school Ace does a whole ritual in the hopes that Jamil and Floyd are nice to the players. It never works

Sometimes they go to the beach and practice passing there. It's mostly an excuse for Ace to see Jamil and Floyd shirtless

Ace once missed practice due to a high fever and the day he returned to practice was the most focused practice session ever. The next one was its normal chaotic self and he couldn't help but feel happier

Jam and Floyd once caught Ace practicing by himself and have made a conscious effort to explain things to him without him catching on

I'm actually curious in the FloAzuAce dynamic now lmao

Floyd and Azul regularly try and rope Ace into servitude but consistently fail

Ace once died his fringe blue in an effort to match his boyfriends and he got teased mercilessly. Little did he know it was because they just adored his hair and enjoyed how pretty it was to look at

Floyd was the first to clock on that Ace was essentially describing a sugar daddy when he talked about Azul

When the two first met Anippola they were shocked by how calm he was. And then even more shocked when he pulled a knife on them and threatened to fillet them

[animorphic-arts]

These are a trio of teenagers as chibis. 🏀🐚🤸‍♀️

[milkywaystake]

I need to draw the 3rd year trio as one of these

[latenighttalkinqwp]

just realized that we have to go through ANOTHER senior night but this is paige’s last one with kk and ice 🥰 im going to kms🤗🤗

[misspickman]

i am a cissie 'i have to get more masc so i can dress more fem' transmasc believer