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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 4 years ago

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Hello! I don't know if you're still doing asks, but I was wondering if you had any disabled Stiles fics? Blind, deaf, paralyzed etc? If not thats okay but if so thank you so much!

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Hey! I just finished reading Cornerstone and Windows on ao3 and I was wondering if you knew of any other blind fics? It doesn't have to be Stiles being blind. I'm just curious. Thank you! I get all my favorite fics from you!

Here you go, Stiles with a disability.

Windows by dr_girlfriend

(28/28 I 83,017 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking.

Excerpt:

“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.

“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”

“Fuck, I...I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.

“What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —”

“Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”

“Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”

Cornerstone by Vendelin

(6/6 I 83,738 I Explicit I Sterek)

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

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Darkness Before Dawn by lanoirpapillon

(1/1 I 856 I Teen I Sterek)

"Due to the actions of the Alpha pack, Stiles goes blind. After the threat is gone, Stiles has to learn to live without his sight, and maybe Derek would make the perfect seeing-eye wolf."

Nothing is Over by CinnamonLily

(1/1 I 2,083 I General I Steter)

Stiles had the perfect life, until his mate died. Again. It's been nine months, and he's not doing well. In fact, he resents everyone else's happiness and has become a hermit on autopilot. Somehow, he's forgotten that Peter never stays dead.

I See You Better by theroguesgambit

(1/1 I 4,686 I Teen I Sterek)

He dreams, sometimes, of his last moments of seeing.

At the church in Mexico, Stiles is blinded by a Berserker. Derek uses his new wolf status to act as a guide dog, while Stiles adjusts to his new reality.

Clueless by HappyJuicyfruit

(1/1 I 4,748 I General I No Pairing)

After everything they’ve been through together, all Derek wants is for his pack to be connected with strong, thriving, pack bonds. And for the most part, its working. The pack is growing, healing, happy.

He just needs to figure out why Stiles hates him so much.

My reflection is not who I am but who I must hide by RainbowDuck

(1/1 I 5,235 I Not Rated I No Pairing)

The first 11 years of Stiles (no one will ever know my real name) Stilinski's life were more of less textbook. The next 3 were hell and if it could go wrong, it did. Stiles and her dad Noah move to Beacon Hills for a new start and it ends up being the worst and the best thing.

In Your Footsteps (I Will Walk) by cywscross

(1/1 I 8,873 I Teen I Steter)

It takes him months, but Stiles gave him a destination, gave him direction, gave him hope, and so he goes.

T: Tremors by brokenes

(1/1 I 9,477 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek tried not to think of hospitals and blood and hearts no longer beating and his legs, leaving it all behind, knowing that Stiles' no longer could. It took him seven years to stop leaving.

Wild Tonic by officerstilinskihale

(1/1 I 11,010 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles nodded and smiled again, his teeth flashing brightly and he signed something again, before looking frustrated with himself.

“You’re welcome,” Derek told him, feeling a wave of relief when Stiles’ face brightened. That would’ve been awkward if Stiles hadn’t been trying to say thank you.

“I had a really good time, so yeah. I’m glad you came with me,” he said, feeling his face grow hot. Derek wasn’t usually like this. He wasn’t confident. Sure, he had the looks and he could flirt shamelessly when he got hit on, but he always got shy around the people he genuinely liked, not that there was too many of those.

But Stiles didn’t let him dwell on that. He gripped Derek's arm, grinned cheekily and pointed at himself before lifting two fingers. It took a while for Derek to get it but when he did, he couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across his face.

Me too.

Show Your Teeth, Yellow With Desire by ItsMe_Basil

(1/1 I 22,883 I Explicit I Steter)

The man looked up when Stiles stepped into the room, eyes appraisingly taking Stiles in from head to toe before smirking.

"Hello, sweetheart."

Stiles felt his heart jump into his mouth, his breath hitching in his throat. The orderly hadn't stayed long, leaving the two of them alone.

"Peter." He breathed. "You're real."

where the Double Walker dwells by forestofbabel

(10/10 I 38,164 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek looked like he always did, perfectly groomed and a little gruff. Though, as Stiles glanced at him, Derek’s face was lax with surprise.

“Stiles?” Derek asked, sounding flummoxed.

“Dude, I know it’s been a while, but don’t be so surprised I’m hung over in the woods. It’s practically tradition at this point.”

Derek sniffed the air, eyeing him with distrust. “But, you can’t… I just…” he trailed it off like a question, taking a half step forward before pulling out his phone and dialing a number, eyes never leaving Stiles.

Complications by idareu2bme

(15/15 I 42,523 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek hadn’t meant to involve Stiles in all this --Stiles who was warm and pliable in his sleep, whose warm, brown eyes reflected light they would never again see, who had a smile brighter than the sun, and who could see Derek when others never did.

At least the Road to Hell is paved, I'm not good with Stairways by lady emebalia (emebalia)

(80/80 I 170,037 I Explicit I Sterek)

When Derek signs up on a BDSM dating site, he expects things to be straight forward. Turns out the road ahead has more unexpected turns than he thought. But at least Stiles comes well equipped for twists and turns.

Caretakers by em2mb

(14/15 I 277,924 I Teen I Sterek)

Now Lydia sees the white room clearly, Stiles sitting cross-legged on the nemeton in his lacrosse jersey, squinting at a chessboard.

That’s when Lydia realizes her vantage point makes her Stiles’ opponent — and she has him in check.

Her instinct is to push her own king into danger, but Stiles grabs her wrist. “Come on, Lydia,” he says dryly, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Chess might not be your game, but surely you know that’s against the rules.”

Lydia tries to squirm away from him. “But you’ll die,” she insists, his grip tightening so much she’s certain his long fingers will leave bruises.

“Say it, Lydia,” Stiles urges. “Checkmate. Checkmate. Checkmate — ”

#teen wolf #sterek #steter #stiles stilinski #derek hale #peter hale #blind!stiles #deaf!stiles

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birth-fic-lover · 5 years ago

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Fi's woman

Fi looked at her round sexy wife, she wore a cream coloured blouse and a high waisted skirt that covered her entire belly. They both knew this baby was due to come at any point, soon the baby would be overdue. Though she was excited to become a mother, Fi would miss having this sexy spouse in her life.

Because although Fi referred to the woman as her wife, they weren’t legally married. Fi had hired her from an agency, the child that Fi would soon be a single mother to was created using sperm made from Fi’s eggs.

Fi was a successful doctor that specialised in maternity, but she had wanted it to be her turn to become a mother. Despite her money she had never found someone to settle down with, so she decided to look into surrogates and other options. She had found out years ago that she wouldn’t be able to carry her own child, she didn’t what to use a sperm donor and a surrogate. That’s when she found the company that she would ultimately decide on, they offered her a service where they would offer her a relationship with the woman who would carry her child. Because for the last 6 months of the pregnancy they would be in a fake marriage, this would provide them the opportunity to get to know the egg donor and make memories to tell the child one day.

There was something that Fi liked knowing that there was no men involved in creating this child, and she liked that she could tell her daughter all about the kind lady who helped create her. Though she didn’t know her name or much about her past, Fi just called her wifey or similar things. Once her wife had gone past 12 weeks in her pregnancy, she moved in with Fi. She was so pretty with caramel coloured skin, dark eyes and hair and a dark purple lipstick. She already had a tiny baby bump at that point, ever since it just kept growing.

It was up to Fi how much she wanted this woman to be her wife, they didn’t even have to sleep in the same room together. They shared a bed most night, Fi enjoyed playing with her wife’s belly and the occasional snuggle. She often wondered if this woman dresses so sexy on purpose, every outfit would highlight her belly. She was certainly a pro at being pregnant, Fi thought she made it look effortless.

It amazed Fi to look at the growing bump protruding from this woman’s nightgown as she slept, she never expected to see a woman grow with her child. Modern medicine amazed her, though she would which she was experiencing this with an actual wife. The wife was a nice woman who was happy to do whatever Fi needed, also made sure Fi never was left out. Sharing each flutter as they turn into kicks,

Since Fi was a doctor everyone was happy for it to be a home birth with just Fi and her wife, Fi hoped to make it a stress free environment. Fi had got everything ready for the birth, as well as an emergency birthing kit in the car just in case.

One night when her wife had been 8 months along Fi came home from work to see her wife watching a birthing video with headphones on, but to her surprise the woman was treating it like a porn video. She was touching herself and stroking her nipples, Fi was shocked because she thought that she had been the only one who found childbirth erotic. But now she could see this other woman found it sexual, the wife turned and saw Fi. Quickly she looked away from Fi and went pale with shock then scarlet with embarrassment.

She started to apologise instantly, but Fi then told her that she felt the same about childbirth. They discovered they had both got into the pregnancy profession because of there fascination with the pregnant form and birth, but of course they never let it affect there jobs.

All this time she had known this woman and never discovered this side of her, they both got ready for bed. But that night there was no snuggling, Fi leaned close and passionately kissed the woman, for the first time they both felt the sparks that had been forming had turned into a flame.

After they kissed Fi held her, both her hand on her 8 month belly, “please will you tell me your name?”

The woman thought for a second, technically it was up to her what she told the clients. She had never let herself get close enough to the clients, she would embrace the fake marriage in the moment she would feel close but this felt different. Knowing this woman who had made quite a fortune for herself also had a fascination for pregnant woman, it made her want to connect with her. So she took a chance, “my name is Noah. Before you ask my parent thought I would be a boy, they already had my name painted on everything so I am a woman called Noah.”

Fi smiled, there we so many jokes she could make about a woman who carries children for a living called Noah. But she didn’t want to ruin the moment, “well Noah I enjoy watching you as you carry my child.”

Noah smiled “just you wait till next month when I’m full ripened, I’ll be so big and round” she said in a seductive manor.

“Oh I very much look forward to it” Fi replied, “you have been a good wife looking after our child as they bake inside of you”. Noah felt a flutter of joy inside of her when Fi called the child there’s, she never had felt this feeling before with a client. “As I hold your fertile womb in my hand I can tell our child is strong and healthy” Fi continued.

With Fi’s words Noah was already getting wet, it was so delicious to hear Fi these words. As Fi traced circles on her stomach, she kissed Noah’s neck in between his sentences. “You are so round”, “like mother earth”, “so fertile”, “so perfectly pregnant”, “your breasts are so ready to feed our little one”, “I can tell they are already sensitive”, “but your womb is where our seed of a child will continue to grow”, “and thrive”, “until you get so big that one day your water will burst”, “and then you will birth our child”, “just you and me will witness the glorious event of your power as you bring life into the world”.

Noah’s moans that had started softly, grew louder and louder with each sentence and kiss. But on that finally one the heat within her couldn’t be contained and she exploded out of Fi’s soft grasp, and launched herself on her. She was soaking wet with all the desire, Fi moaned and slowly began to move lower down Noah’s body. Her lips making a trail down the magnificent pregnant belly and towards Noah’s clit, Noah chest rose and fell with desired as her breaths deepened.

She lay back on the bed while Fi placed Noah’s legs on her shoulders, she continued to plant small kisses on her inner thighs. Leading to where Fi could already smell Noah’s desire, she couldn’t keep her hand off Noah’s bare stomach. “I love how big and round you are, do you always get this big at only 8 months.”

“Oh baby I can get a lot bigger, one time I carried a baby where the other parent was 7 ft”

“Oh I bet you are massive, I bet you could hardly walk” Fi moaned.

“Oh I was massive, but honey I am I pro. I was still looking sexy even when I was overdue with the big baby. Oh I hope this girl is overdue so I can be nice a big for you, I wish I was carrying multiples for you.”

“I bet you look so sexy where you carry triplets, have you ever carried triplets?”

“I have, oh you should see the pictures of me. I dream of carrying 4 babies, I wanna carry so many so I can birth them all for you.”

Fi was in heaven, this sexy wife of hers was so amazing. "So how would you want to give birth, to this one?” she asked, “go on tell my your wildest fantasy”.

”I’ve dreamed of giving birth in public, like in an lift“ Noah confessed.

“Can you imagine giving birth right there in public, imagine if when your contractions started we went too all different places for you to labour.”

“Oh god avoiding people who would try and call an ambulance”.

“It would bring an edge of excitement and danger to the proceedings” Fi said, “wherever you laboured you would look so beautiful, so big and sexy bringing life into the world”.

Then slowly Fi ran her tongue along Noah’s labia and to her clit, lapping up her juices. Noah gripped the sheets, overcome by the sensation. She moaned as Fi’s mouth nibbled on her clit and tongue gently lapped at her folds. She started thrusting slightly to Fi’s rhythm, until she came right in Fi’s mouth.

Fi pulled back, her hands still on Noah’s belly. Her wife was panting from her orgasm, Fi still wanted to use her fingers to her pregnant wife. She slipped a couple of fingers inside her, Noah gasped in pleasure.

Noah told Fi “I feel so full with your fingers and our baby inside of me, your huge baby’s head already fills me. I will have to stretch so much just to crown”, with Noah’s words Fi was starting to get more then wet herself.

“Tell me more” she begged and started to slowly thrust her fingers.

“Ohhh ohhh imagine me bulging, as the head comes out it just gets bigger and bigger. But then maybe you are not so surprised as for the last few day’s my swollen belly has got bigger and bigger. Imagine if the doctor got it wrong and right now I’m carrying twins, maybe if you fuck me hard enough I will have twins. My belly is really gonna have to stretch to contain them both”.

“Oh god I’m so close” Fi moaned thrusting her fingers even harder into the warm home of her child, she knew with Noah’s word she could easily orgasm right now. But instead held on, wanting to stretch the moment out longer. She saviour the delicious ache, for when Noah was no longer around and she needed to remember this moment.

“Oh ohhh imagine sitting behind me your hands on my globe, feeling the force as I expel our baby. Feeling the power needed to birth a child created by your seed”, Fi could no longer hold back the flood gates. Both ladies came at the same time, there moans of pleasure filled the room.

Fi took a moment and then slowly removed herself from Noah, them curled herself around her body supporting her. “That was magnificent”

“It was” Noah agreed, “I never knew that someone else could find the idea of birth so sexy”.

“Oh I do” Fi said “I wish you would go into labour right now so I wouldn’t have to wait”.

“Oh you wouldn’t want that, then you wouldn’t get to enjoy me at full term. I thought you wanted to see how big I got with your child”.

“Oh I do” Fi said hungrily, this woman knew how to drive her mad with desire. She knew exactly what to say.

But now a few months laterback where we began in the story, Fi looked at this sexy woman and knew she was going to miss her. She did look fantastic so large with child, she was on the cusp of being overdue. Looking so sexy in a blouse and high waisted skirt, even though she is so big she can still wear heels. Noah watched her absent mindedly rub where the baby was kicking, she couldn't help but smile.

Fi was already on maternity leave because Noah could be giving birth at any point, she couldn’t believe she was finally going to become a mother. With all the excited, it was agony to have to wait. Noah noticed her looking and her and smiles, she then runs her hands down her orb like belly. “I bet you’re surprised that I still can find a skirt that covers this huge baby bump?”

Fi nods knowing Noah loves winding her tight. She reaches out for her to come closer, she takes Fi's hand and puts it on her belly. Fi couldn't help but caress it lovingly, slipping her fingers under Noah's blouse to feel her soft skin that covered her orb like belly.

“Feel how tight this skirt is over my belly, it’s meant for woman expecting twins. That how big and healthy your baby is, that is how big my baby belly is.” Fi loved how sensitive Nosh had become to touch,

They were standing by the kitchen table, Fi looked at it, she knew it could easily handle there weight. She started to guide her too it, but Noah stopped her. It was then Fi remembered that at this far along, even Noah can’t handle having sex on anything but a bed.

So lead her to there room and she smiles at her, they both got on the bed and started using her mouth on her neck as Fi unbutton that skirt of hers. Noah felt ger belly tighten a little but she ignored it as it hardened a little, wanting to focus on the moment.

Straight away Fi's lips worked their way down Noah's neck, st the same time Fi's fingers found Noah's most sensitive spot. She rubbed it gently in a building rhythm causing Noah to moan in reaction. Her gasps quickened and her moans became more high pitched as Fi's touch became faster. Noah couldn't keep still.

Fi reached for the strap on, she wasn’t a big fan of them till Noah swayed her. As she attach it Fi could see the excitement in Noah's eyes.

Fi felt herself growing wet as Noah wrapped her hands around the strap on, wanting to guide it into her right away. She was so ready for her, she rubbed it again’t the fabric of her panties. But then said "It's been way too long since we did this, I don’t know if I can take it in my fragile state."

“I used this on you last night” she reminded her, then giving her a long kiss.

“Oh yeah” Noah said softly "In fact it may help with the pains I’ve been having”.

“You’re in labour?”

“Well I’ve certainly been having contractions” she admited and then her body tensed up, "do it" she moaned. “I want you to do it one last time whilst I’m full to the brim with your baby."

She then slipped her panties off leaning close so she the dildo was pressing against her opening. Noah even spread her lips with one hand before Fi gently pushed inside, as always Noah gasped as she felt herself fill and Fi started to thrust. At first she moved carefully and slowly, but excitment and passion soon took over.

She slid in and out faster and faster, "ohhhhhhh yes" Noah moaned ignoring the pain she felt with the pleasure. “Oh oh oh" she moaned reacting each time they they thrusted together, Noah felt so full with both Fi's huge baby and the dildo inside of her. The pressure and pleasure built up, it felt so intense now that she was due anyday. Noah was so wet the strap on was lubricated with her cum, Fi slid deeper into her throbbing vagina. She moaned as Fi sped up even more and together they finally came.

Just as Fi was getting ready to slide out if Noah, Noah lets out a moan. "Ohhhhh gah gah oooooo" But it sounds different and they both knew that it was a contraction.

Noah looks at Fi knowing that this isn’t early labour anymore, “I think that they have been building for a while but I thought we had more time".

They had planned to head out and find a public spot for there birth, they wanted it to be as dramatic as possible. "Does this mean we don't have time to get you somewhere for the birth?"

“I think if we get ready now we could still do it” she says rubbing her belly uncomfortably. Fi slide out of her and took off the harness, while Noah sat herself up on the bed.

Fi got off the bed and went to get towels and blankets they would take with them for the baby. When she returned she saw Noah's face was scrunched up as she let out more moans, "ohhhh ohhhh gahhhhhhh". The sudden tightening of her womb had returned, but this time it feel odd. There was a release of gushing of fluids that burst out of her womanhood, she let out a moan mixed with suprise as the bed was now wet with amniotic fluid.

"Ohhhhhhh I'm sorry" Noah said feeling like she had let Fi down. But Fi just offered her hand and Noah took it.

"It's fine" she reassured her "We will have the baby right here".

Noah felt better knowing that "try not to have too much fun, but I think you should check down there."

"I'll try my best, not too have too much fun I mean" and gently inserts two fingers into her. Her own pussy aches as she examine her, "you're almost 7 cm, I think its safe to say this will be a home birth".

"I know this is all so quick already, but I already wanna get this child out". Noah had always had quick births with her other clients, she had a sense this was gonna be the same.

They got off the bed and started to move around hoping it would dilate her more and stimulate the contractions. "Ohhhhh, that's it. Gaaaaahhhhhhh" she moaned sqauting slightly with the sensation. Noah took a deep breath, as Fi behind her rubbed her back. They kept going like this both keeping an eye on the clock to know how far apart the contractions were.

Eventually Noah couldn't stand anymore, she knew there was a shift in the contractions. With the next one all the pressure made her want to bare down, "hoooooogggghhhhh" she moaned and Fi lowered her to the floor. She found herself on her hands and knees her hips swaying, Fi comes and sit with her on the floor and Noah says "I think this baby's ready," and starts widening her legs. "I need to push."

Fi's hand feels between her legs to determine whether she was fully dilated already. "Noah you're fully dilated, you were right about it being time."

As Fi guides her fingers out and Noah pushes into her bottom. She gasped at the pain that took over her body, the weight of the baby slowly moving into her birth canal.

“That's it" Fi encouraged her, she tried to support her as she pushed both emotionally and physically.

Fi couldn't help but be aroused by the sight as she knelt behind Noah who was still on her hands and knees. Just the noises she made, the rocking of her hips and the knowledge that she was bringing new life into the world drove her wild.

As Noah's body shook from the effort, she kept taking in deep breaths following her instincts. The baby moved down slowly, the fact it was so close to being overdue didnt help.

When Noah felt the head against her sore aching lips she howled from the pain, she felt so full and it was getting too much. As she drove the baby’s head against her lips Fi spread the folds a little to see more.

"I can see the head, you're almost there" Fi said so excited for the child to be born. Noah rubbed her round low hanging belly, it was still heavy but birthing on her hands and knees felt right. Noah pushed as hard as she could.

But both woman felt joy when Fi announced she could see Noah's womanhood bulging, "GAAAAHHHHHH" she moaned from the pressure of the head. It started at a teardrop, then with each push the gap got wider and wider. Noah reached between her legs to feel her progress, the head was lodged between her legs.

Knowing that this child was right there gave her the strength to give a mightly push, her lips giving way as she forced the child out of her. She kept going again and again, "gaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh HAAAAAAA" she moaned, and the head popped into Fi’s waiting hands with a small gush of fluid.

Another contraction went through her and she swayed her hips before giving another big push, she moaned as the shoulders moved forward. Her legs naturally widened to make room for the baby, with yhe next contraction she dug deep and push. "NAAAAAHHHHHH" she moaned loudly as the first shoulder popped free.

"One more push and this baby will born", she nodded and with a final push she gave everything and the child slipped into Fi's waiting hands. The little girls cry filled the room and both woman relaxed.

Fi knew that she would be renewing this arrangement at least one more time.

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flauntpage · 6 years ago

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The Outlet Pass: Don't Worry About the Rockets, They Have...Eric Gordon

An Ode to Eric Gordon

I want to talk about Eric Gordon because more people should and not enough do. How many players in the entire league—who have his talent and pedigree—would be happy occupying the intricate space Gordon does, in the collective shadow of James Harden, Chris Paul, Clint Capela, and even P.J. Tucker? The more I watch him this year, the more I appreciate how he feels like the personification of an overlooked albeit crucial cog; a barometer for the Houston Rockets, which also makes him a pivotal character in the narrative of this season.

Fighting through an early-season slump that he’s determined to burn through with the help of his own comically short-term memory, the Houston Rockets need Gordon to be so much more than an accessory from here on out. Pre-Chris Paul, he was James Harden’s right-hand man in a situation that inevitably provided little oxygen for anyone but James Harden. Gordon won the Three-Point Contest, claimed Sixth Man of the Year, and ended his first year in Houston with more threes than everyone except Steph Curry, Klay Thompson, and his own bearded teammate.

Since then, he's comfortably shined outside Harden’s orbit, punishing defenders who want nothing more than a moment to catch their breath after the ball gets swung his way. What they get instead is a mental breakdown. His self-reliance—Gordon has no conscience and knows he’s good enough to get where he wants without a screen—is their worst nightmare. He’s a pugnacious, perma-green light who’s happy to launch a picturesque jumper whenever a defender starts tap dancing at the sight of his jab step (or ducks under a pick 30 feet from the basket).

Gordon's pressure is relentless. He’s a one-man salvo of between-the-leg dribbles that seemingly have no purpose until they magically catapult him into the paint. According to Synergy Sports, the only players who’ve been more efficient on at least 30 isolation plays are Khris Middleton, Bradley Beal, and Kemba Walker. He can hit Capela with a pocket pass and lull defenders into a panic as part of Houston’s devastating Spanish pick-and-roll; every once in a while he tries to end someone’s life by exhibiting a genuinely sneaky athletic burst above the rim.

The Rockets can’t function properly for 48 minutes on either end without Gordon, but they’d especially struggle to master the switch-everything defense he’s built to thrive in. Like, how many guards who do all the stuff Gordon does on offense can also switch onto a bear and not get mauled? His low center of gravity is appreciated, but he also understands how to shrink the floor after that initial switch, so whoever then defends his assignment doesn’t feel like they’re on an island.

Gordon is currently shooting 35.4 percent and the first few weeks of this season featured a four-game stretch in which he launched 67 shots and made only 18 of them, but all in all he might be the single biggest reason I'm not worried about the Rockets. We know his splits will course correct—his True Shooting percentage is 57.5 in the last five games—because his struggle doesn't affect his shot selection. Gordon lives without brakes. He’ll miss a layup on one play and then jack up a quick three the next time down. If it's an airball, he'll take an even deeper shot 15 seconds later. When the defense gives something, he takes it.

Contrast that audaciousness with his expressionless demeanor and what you get is Gordon’s own brand of fortitude, a resiliency that makes you wonder how high his numbers would soar as the first option in Orlando or Brooklyn. When he’s on the floor, Houston’s offense scores 13.6 more points per 100 possessions than when he’s not (from second best to the third-worst offense in the league). Nobody could even attempt to play quite like Gordon does without losing minutes. He's two steps to the left of the spotlight, with a mentality so daring it borders on reckless. Gaudy, stone-faced, and even more threatening outside the parameters of Houston’s system while quintessentially representing what Mike D’Antoni wants it to look like, Gordon is not a perfect player. But watching him steer his skill-set beneath the general NBA fan's radar, on a team that's all in to win it all, is a pleasure to behold.

The Clippers Don’t Shoot Threes (and Couldn’t Care Less)

With the highest winning percentage in a Western Conference that was expected to rip them up, the Los Angeles Clippers are the story of this season. Nobody on their team has ever played in an All-Star game, but their depth, complementary design, youthful exuberance, and two-way tenacity have, so far, eclipsed any questions related to talent. Winning eight of their last nine games—a run that includes victories over the Warriors, Grizzlies, Trail Blazers, Spurs, and Bucks—the Clippers have the sixth-best offense in the league, and are nearly averaging as many points per 100 possessions as they did during Lob City’s heyday. And they’re doing it without the three-point shot.

Last week, I asked Doc Rivers if he wanted to shoot more of them. Here’s what he said: “I’d rather stay in the top ten in offense. You know it’s funny though, really, I think we’re six or five or seven, I don’t know where we’re at, but if we were that and shot a lot of threes I’d say ‘yeah let’s shoot a lot of threes.’ The goal is scoring. It’s not how you score. It’s to score as many points as you can. And we’re doing that. So there are games where we think we should’ve taken more threes, but there are also games where we thought we should take more layups, you know? So we don’t care how it adds up, and that’s what we talk about. If we can get to the 120 number or something like that, I don’t care if they’re ones. Let’s get there as quickly as possible.”

That’s all very fair, and, to a glass-half-full optimist, suggests that L.A. has yet to reach its offensive potential. Quality shots attempted behind the arc are good, and despite ranking 28th in three-point rate, the Clippers are basketball’s most accurate team from the corners; fifth-best from deep, overall.

“That’s something we’re still figuring out, how to get easier threes,” forward Tobias Harris said. “I think we can do a better job of locating them off turnovers on fast breaks, but we’re an ever-improving team. Every night we’re figuring out different things and I think once guys get more into their comfort zone [and let threes] fly, it’ll open up a lot more of the game for us. But it’s something that we do put an emphasis on.”

“We just hoop, bro.”

They’re built to attack in a modern way, with stretch fours (Danilo Gallinari, Mike Scott) and one ascending wing (Harris) representing three of the most lethal spot-up shooters in the league. Others—Lou Williams, Patrick Beverley, Avery Bradley—are way below their career average but still respected enough to open lanes for their teammates, be it Montrezl Harrell rumbling through for a lob or space for Shai Gilgeous-Alexander to penetrate. (The Miami Heat are the only team currently averaging more field goal attempts from drives to the rim.)

There’s also an undeniable “if it ain’t broke don’t fix it” vibe surrounding this team. They rank in the bottom five in assist rate, and as the league’s better teams shift away from the pick-and-roll by adopting a more diversified and unpredictable half-court attack, no group runs the pick-and-roll more than the Clippers, per Synergy Sports. They’re anti-style and post-analysis, but so far it all feels sustainable. We’ll see how long it lasts, or if they’ll inevitably need to embrace the arc a bit more than they have. Until then: “I’m gonna be honest with you,” Lou Williams told VICE Sports. “We just hoop, bro.”

Noah Vonleh!

Noah Vonleh is 23 years old, and last week New York Knicks head coach David Fizdale called him “probably, overall our most complete player.” Everything in that sentence is real.

Heading into this season on a contract that still only guarantees him $100,000 before January 10, Vonleh was viewed as a bust—an instant journeyman on his fourth team in five seasons. Before they salary-dumped him onto the Chicago Bulls, the Portland Trail Blazers spent a couple years bouncing Vonleh between spot-starts and a seat at the end of their bench. Nothing stuck. It was a frustrating NBA existence for a promising talent who, as a teenager, was frequently compared to Chris Bosh.

When the Knicks signed Vonleh in July, he was a buy-low, no-risk commodity for a team that's prioritizing the future over the present. So far he's made the most of the opportunity, averaging per-36 minute career highs in points, assists, steals, and blocks. The Knicks are 15 points per 100 possessions better with Vonleh in the game, an absolutely insane number. At worst, he's currently a positive trade asset, someone New York may use to get off a larger contract (like Courtney Lee) before the trade deadline. At best, he's an untapped, young, cheap contributor who's showing the league what New York's player development staff may be capable of. If kept around beyond this season, Vonleh can play two positions, post-up, move his feet, and, theoretically, fit beside Kristaps Porzingis. Athletic big men who rebound, shoot, switch, and protect the rim do not grow on trees.

Of note: His three-point rate tripled from October to November, and for the first time in his career he's making over 40 percent of them (42.1 on just under two tries per game). Vonleh is averaging 10 points, 10.3 rebounds, and 2.7 assists at Madison Square Garden, and has the 32nd-highest Real Plus-Minus in the league, with Mitchell Robinson as the only other Knick in the top 100.

It's still early, and we'll see how Vonleh's impact will be affected if/when he goes through a shooting slump, but so far it's cool to see him find minutes role in a league that was so close to spitting him out. This is an NBA player.

Free Rodney Hood

Rodney Hood is too good for the Cleveland Cavaliers. He doesn’t fit into their short-term goals (i.e. only six teams have a better offense when Hood is on the floor; when he sits only the Chicago Bulls and Atlanta Hawks are worse) and, as a 26-year-old unrestricted free agent this offseason, won’t be onboard the next time they make the playoffs.

His pick-and-roll game is crafty yet stable—Hood hardly ever turns the ball over—and whenever he curls off a screen and draws two defenders the result is usually a simple pass to the open man. Coming off an awkward postseason run that didn’t go as well as he hoped, in the interest of boosting his monetary worth, Hood belongs on a good team, surrounded by good players. (Thanks to his current one-year deal, he can veto any trade the Cavs involve him in, though it behooves him to accept whatever happens.)

The Rockets—a pseudo-contender forever hungry for three-point shooters, iso-creativity, and adjustable defenders—are an obvious suitor. After Hood is eligible to be dealt on December 15th, would Houston attach a protected first-round pick to Marquese Chriss? A Harden, Paul, Hood, Gordon, Tucker lineup would give the Rockets five able three-point threats without sacrificing their switch-everything defensive system—Capela can exist in this group, too—and if the Golden State Warriors are still the only team on their mind, we already know that Hood can be a difference-maker in isolation on the biggest stage.

The fit isn’t perfect: Hood adores the mid-range and has already shot more long twos than the entire Rockets roster this season. He’s isn’t shy about lowering his shoulder into a defender, but still rarely gets to the rim. But in theory, Hood is skilled enough to give them a boost on both ends at an outrageously low cost.

If not Houston, Hood can upgrade just about any situation outside the one he’s currently in. (Would the Philadelphia 76ers part ways with Markelle Fultz for Hood?)

A Three-Headed Sixth Man Race!

This year's Sixth Man award is a subtle microcosm of the league’s bottomless talent pool. At the season's quarter mark, the number of credible candidates is immense. But with apologies to *takes deep breath* Lou Williams, Julius Randle, Spencer Dinwiddie, Dennis Schröder, Terrence Ross, Marcus Morris, Josh Hart, Michael Kidd-Gilchrist, Dwyane Wade, Evan Turner, Shelvin Mack, Jonas Valanciunas, and Patty Mills, three players have separated themselves from the field: Montrezl Harrell, Domas Sabonis, and Derrick Rose.

A walloping punch of adrenaline who turns “the little things” into momentum-shifting uppercuts, Harrell is probably the frontrunner (though I’d vote for Sabonis if the season ended today). He’s wildly efficient on rolls to the rim, protects the paint, and has proven that last year’s production in 16 minutes per game could be extrapolated into a larger role without any drop off. The guy is second in Win Shares per 48 minutes and eighth in PER. He is the NBA's Incredible Hulk. In a word: incredible.

Next is Indiana's backup center. If there ever was a player who showed how detrimental the wrong fit can be for an incoming rookie, look no further than Sabonis's brief, progress-stunting tenure with the Oklahoma City Thunder. Back then, which feels like six million years ago, his daily duties were: 1) Get out of Russell Westbrook’s way, 2) Don’t screw up when Russell Westbrook needs you to get him his tenth assist, 3) Get out of Russell Westbrook’s way.

About a third of all Sabonis’s shots were three pointers, and according to Synergy Sports, he only posted up 94 times in 1,632 minutes, a crime considering how useful he was/is leveraging his size, footwork, and vision on the block. Instead, Sabonis hardly ever drew fouls and lived on the perimeter. Today, he’s attempted five threes in 469 minutes. (A couple weeks ago, Sabonis tapped his chest to apologize for taking—and making—a three. That's incredible.)

He’s one of the five most serviceable passers at his position, an automatic double team with his back to the basket, and someone who functions as a hyper-efficient fulcrum on a Pacers team that plays at a 60-win pace when he’s on the floor. Last month he dunked on Joel Embiid harder than anybody ever has and tried to decapitate Hassan Whiteside later in the same week. There’s unteachable confidence here. A soft touch and dainty footwork spliced with the strength of a musk ox.

Remember when I said Harrell was second in Win Shares per 48 minutes? Sabonis is first. He also leads the league in True Shooting and few are greedier rebounding in traffic. Even though Indy has been fine with Sabonis and Myles Turner both on the floor, the question of whether they can co-exist long-term should and will linger until they succeed/fail in the postseason. Sabonis turns 23 in May and is eligible for an extension next fall. If the Pacers let him become a restricted free agent, some team may (should!) offer even more than the $80 million over four years they just gave Turner. Semi-related: The Pacers are outscoring opponents by 9.5 points per 100 possessions when Sabonis is on the floor without Victor Oladipo, the franchise player. He’s been that good.

Somewhat on the opposite end of the NBA spectrum is Rose, a 30-year-old who nearly washed out of the league. Right now, he’s averaging 19.1 points (his most since the first torn ACL) and 4.5 assists while legitimately boosting a Timberwolves team that desperately wants to make the playoffs. The unprecedented explosion that hurtled him towards an MVP award is no longer accessible in the same way it once was, but in its place is a rhythm jump shot defenders suddenly have to respect.

Rose is shooting 45.2 percent on pull-up threes and 45.9 percent on spot-up threes. Those two numbers are unsustainable, but they'll live on in opposing scouting reports for the rest of the season. Defenders will be less willing to help off Rose, instead doomed to close out hard and run him off the line. Earlier this month, Sacramento Kings head coach Dave Joerger called time to chastise Willie Cauley-Stein after he dropped back and gave Rose a wide-open shot. That would’ve been unthinkable six months ago.

Rose is finally healthy and comfortable, resulting in the successful marriage of a sinister first step with an outside shot. For that alone, if he doesn’t win Sixth Man he should be in the conversation for Most Improved Player. It’s opened up driving lanes for himself and teammates—Minnesota has a top-five offense with Rose and produce at a bottom-two rate without him—while forcing opponents to acknowledge the myriad ways he can attack in the open floor.

According to Synergy Sports, Rose is averaging 1.25 points per possession as the ball-handler in transition, which, given his volume, is an excellent mark rivaled by two or three players in the entire league. (He’s scored more transition points than Kemba Walker, Kyle Lowry, James Harden, and Damian Lillard.)

A lot can happen between now and April, but be surprised if neither Harrell, Sabonis, nor Rose is named Sixth Man of the Year. They've been dominant in their role.

Orlando's Science Experiment

Maybe it’s because I’m a weirdo (spoiler: yes), but few occasions from this NBA season hype me up more than whenever Jonathan Isaac and Mo Bamba share the court. To be clear, there is no rational reason to feel this way. The basketball is typically atrocious, chaotic, and disheveled. But every so often, like the Loch Ness monster emerging from a fog-topped lake, a rare glimpse of what can one day be Orlando’s norm rises into view.

Steve Clifford's defensive principles are simple. He wants his bigs to stay in the paint and let his guards and wings chase shooters up top, usually over screens in an attempt to take away the shot and funnel them towards waiting rim protection. The previous three seasons, the Magic finished 24th, 22nd, and 25th in the percentage of opposing shots that came at the rim. This year they're sixth. When Isaac and Bamba are the two primary defenders involved, whoever's up against them can feel their brain melt into ice cream.

Orlando's lineups that feature those two have been bad, but that's not 100 percent their fault. Most of the minutes come at the start of the second and fourth quarters, when they're joined by other reserves (like Jerian Grant or Jonathon Simmons) who make little sense supporting them on offense. When Evan Fournier and Terrence Ross are in, though, Orlando can breathe a bit more with the ball. Sometimes that's because Bamba and Isaac are good enough shooters to invert the floor and create space for those guys to maneuver in the paint.

Here they are both hanging above the arc, bringing their own big defenders with them:

Separating the two, Isaac has already flashed the chops of someone who should appear on multiple All-Defensive teams. The speed (in his feet and hands), length, and intuitive feel are locked in place—to beat him off the dribble is to evade one’s own shadow—but the 21-year-old isn’t muscular enough to stand up the league’s more brutish scorers. That's fine right now. He'll grow. Until then, at 6'10" with a 7'1" wingspan, Isaac is good enough on the perimeter to reach in, get crossed over, then recover back to smother his man from behind. As a help defender, Isaac tends to chase the ball a bit too much, but that tendency should iron itself out as he matures.

Bamba is a supernatural beanstalk who plants himself in the paint, then tries to use his uncanny physical dimensions to race out and contest along the perimeter whenever his man is about to line up a three. (He's usually a step too slow.) Bamba's physical dimensions are unprecedented, but can’t mask the learning curve he'll eventually need to master if he wants to become a great all-around anchor. Together, he and Isaac are still feeling their way through the league, but it’s a thrill to daydream about what they may become. I mean, just imagine you're Kyle Kuzma on this play:

De’Aaron Has the Eyes of a Fox

I used to think nothing in life was perfect, and then I saw this pass.

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The Outlet Pass: Don’t Worry About the Rockets, They Have…Eric Gordon

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Since then, he’s comfortably shined outside Harden’s orbit, punishing defenders who want nothing more than a moment to catch their breath after the ball gets swung his way. What they get instead is a mental breakdown. His self-reliance—Gordon has no conscience and knows he’s good enough to get where he wants without a screen—is their worst nightmare. He’s a pugnacious, perma-green light who’s happy to launch a picturesque jumper whenever a defender starts tap dancing at the sight of his jab step (or ducks under a pick 30 feet from the basket).

Gordon’s pressure is relentless. He’s a one-man salvo of between-the-leg dribbles that seemingly have no purpose until they magically catapult him into the paint. According to Synergy Sports, the only players who’ve been more efficient on at least 30 isolation plays are Khris Middleton, Bradley Beal, and Kemba Walker. He can hit Capela with a pocket pass and lull defenders into a panic as part of Houston’s devastating Spanish pick-and-roll; every once in a while he tries to end someone’s life by exhibiting a genuinely sneaky athletic burst above the rim.

Gordon is currently shooting 35.4 percent and the first few weeks of this season featured a four-game stretch in which he launched 67 shots and made only 18 of them, but all in all he might be the single biggest reason I’m not worried about the Rockets. We know his splits will course correct—his True Shooting percentage is 57.5 in the last five games—because his struggle doesn’t affect his shot selection. Gordon lives without brakes. He’ll miss a layup on one play and then jack up a quick three the next time down. If it’s an airball, he’ll take an even deeper shot 15 seconds later. When the defense gives something, he takes it.

Contrast that audaciousness with his expressionless demeanor and what you get is Gordon’s own brand of fortitude, a resiliency that makes you wonder how high his numbers would soar as the first option in Orlando or Brooklyn. When he’s on the floor, Houston’s offense scores 13.6 more points per 100 possessions than when he’s not (from second best to the third-worst offense in the league). Nobody could even attempt to play quite like Gordon does without losing minutes. He’s two steps to the left of the spotlight, with a mentality so daring it borders on reckless. Gaudy, stone-faced, and even more threatening outside the parameters of Houston’s system while quintessentially representing what Mike D’Antoni wants it to look like, Gordon is not a perfect player. But watching him steer his skill-set beneath the general NBA fan’s radar, on a team that’s all in to win it all, is a pleasure to behold.

The Clippers Don’t Shoot Threes (and Couldn’t Care Less)

“We just hoop, bro.”

Noah Vonleh!

Noah Vonleh is 23 years old, and last week New York Knicks head coach David Fizdale called him “probably, overall our most complete player.” Everything in that sentence is real.

When the Knicks signed Vonleh in July, he was a buy-low, no-risk commodity for a team that’s prioritizing the future over the present. So far he’s made the most of the opportunity, averaging per-36 minute career highs in points, assists, steals, and blocks. The Knicks are 15 points per 100 possessions better with Vonleh in the game, an absolutely insane number. At worst, he’s currently a positive trade asset, someone New York may use to get off a larger contract (like Courtney Lee) before the trade deadline. At best, he’s an untapped, young, cheap contributor who’s showing the league what New York’s player development staff may be capable of. If kept around beyond this season, Vonleh can play two positions, post-up, move his feet, and, theoretically, fit beside Kristaps Porzingis. Athletic big men who rebound, shoot, switch, and protect the rim do not grow on trees.

Of note: His three-point rate tripled from October to November, and for the first time in his career he’s making over 40 percent of them (42.1 on just under two tries per game). Vonleh is averaging 10 points, 10.3 rebounds, and 2.7 assists at Madison Square Garden, and has the 32nd-highest Real Plus-Minus in the league, with Mitchell Robinson as the only other Knick in the top 100.

It’s still early, and we’ll see how Vonleh’s impact will be affected if/when he goes through a shooting slump, but so far it’s cool to see him find minutes role in a league that was so close to spitting him out. This is an NBA player.

Free Rodney Hood

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If not Houston, Hood can upgrade just about any situation outside the one he’s currently in. (Would the Philadelphia 76ers part ways with Markelle Fultz for Hood?)

A Three-Headed Sixth Man Race!

This year’s Sixth Man award is a subtle microcosm of the league’s bottomless talent pool. At the season’s quarter mark, the number of credible candidates is immense. But with apologies to *takes deep breath* Lou Williams, Julius Randle, Spencer Dinwiddie, Dennis Schröder, Terrence Ross, Marcus Morris, Josh Hart, Michael Kidd-Gilchrist, Dwyane Wade, Evan Turner, Shelvin Mack, Jonas Valanciunas, and Patty Mills, three players have separated themselves from the field: Montrezl Harrell, Domas Sabonis, and Derrick Rose.

Next is Indiana’s backup center. If there ever was a player who showed how detrimental the wrong fit can be for an incoming rookie, look no further than Sabonis’s brief, progress-stunting tenure with the Oklahoma City Thunder. Back then, which feels like six million years ago, his daily duties were: 1) Get out of Russell Westbrook’s way, 2) Don’t screw up when Russell Westbrook needs you to get him his tenth assist, 3) Get out of Russell Westbrook’s way.

Rose is shooting 45.2 percent on pull-up threes and 45.9 percent on spot-up threes. Those two numbers are unsustainable, but they’ll live on in opposing scouting reports for the rest of the season. Defenders will be less willing to help off Rose, instead doomed to close out hard and run him off the line. Earlier this month, Sacramento Kings head coach Dave Joerger called time to chastise Willie Cauley-Stein after he dropped back and gave Rose a wide-open shot. That would’ve been unthinkable six months ago.

A lot can happen between now and April, but be surprised if neither Harrell, Sabonis, nor Rose is named Sixth Man of the Year. They’ve been dominant in their role.

Orlando’s Science Experiment

Steve Clifford’s defensive principles are simple. He wants his bigs to stay in the paint and let his guards and wings chase shooters up top, usually over screens in an attempt to take away the shot and funnel them towards waiting rim protection. The previous three seasons, the Magic finished 24th, 22nd, and 25th in the percentage of opposing shots that came at the rim. This year they’re sixth. When Isaac and Bamba are the two primary defenders involved, whoever’s up against them can feel their brain melt into ice cream.

Orlando’s lineups that feature those two have been bad, but that’s not 100 percent their fault. Most of the minutes come at the start of the second and fourth quarters, when they’re joined by other reserves (like Jerian Grant or Jonathon Simmons) who make little sense supporting them on offense. When Evan Fournier and Terrence Ross are in, though, Orlando can breathe a bit more with the ball. Sometimes that’s because Bamba and Isaac are good enough shooters to invert the floor and create space for those guys to maneuver in the paint.

Here they are both hanging above the arc, bringing their own big defenders with them:

Separating the two, Isaac has already flashed the chops of someone who should appear on multiple All-Defensive teams. The speed (in his feet and hands), length, and intuitive feel are locked in place—to beat him off the dribble is to evade one’s own shadow—but the 21-year-old isn’t muscular enough to stand up the league’s more brutish scorers. That’s fine right now. He’ll grow. Until then, at 6’10” with a 7’1″ wingspan, Isaac is good enough on the perimeter to reach in, get crossed over, then recover back to smother his man from behind. As a help defender, Isaac tends to chase the ball a bit too much, but that tendency should iron itself out as he matures.

Bamba is a supernatural beanstalk who plants himself in the paint, then tries to use his uncanny physical dimensions to race out and contest along the perimeter whenever his man is about to line up a three. (He’s usually a step too slow.) Bamba’s physical dimensions are unprecedented, but can’t mask the learning curve he’ll eventually need to master if he wants to become a great all-around anchor. Together, he and Isaac are still feeling their way through the league, but it’s a thrill to daydream about what they may become. I mean, just imagine you’re Kyle Kuzma on this play:

De’Aaron Has the Eyes of a Fox

I used to think nothing in life was perfect, and then I saw this pass.

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The Outlet Pass: Don't Worry About the Rockets, They Have...Eric Gordon

An Ode to Eric Gordon

The Clippers Don’t Shoot Threes (and Couldn’t Care Less)

“We just hoop, bro.”

Noah Vonleh!

Noah Vonleh is 23 years old, and last week New York Knicks head coach David Fizdale called him “probably, overall our most complete player.” Everything in that sentence is real.

Free Rodney Hood

If not Houston, Hood can upgrade just about any situation outside the one he’s currently in. (Would the Philadelphia 76ers part ways with Markelle Fultz for Hood?)

A Three-Headed Sixth Man Race!

A lot can happen between now and April, but be surprised if neither Harrell, Sabonis, nor Rose is named Sixth Man of the Year. They've been dominant in their role.

Orlando's Science Experiment

Here they are both hanging above the arc, bringing their own big defenders with them:

De’Aaron Has the Eyes of a Fox

I used to think nothing in life was perfect, and then I saw this pass.

The Outlet Pass: Don't Worry About the Rockets, They Have...Eric Gordon published first on https://footballhighlightseurope.tumblr.com/

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flauntpage · 6 years ago

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The Outlet Pass: Don't Worry About the Rockets, They Have...Eric Gordon

An Ode to Eric Gordon

The Clippers Don’t Shoot Threes (and Couldn’t Care Less)

“We just hoop, bro.”

Noah Vonleh!

Noah Vonleh is 23 years old, and last week New York Knicks head coach David Fizdale called him “probably, overall our most complete player.” Everything in that sentence is real.

Free Rodney Hood

If not Houston, Hood can upgrade just about any situation outside the one he’s currently in. (Would the Philadelphia 76ers part ways with Markelle Fultz for Hood?)

A Three-Headed Sixth Man Race!

A lot can happen between now and April, but be surprised if neither Harrell, Sabonis, nor Rose is named Sixth Man of the Year. They've been dominant in their role.

Orlando's Science Experiment

Here they are both hanging above the arc, bringing their own big defenders with them:

De’Aaron Has the Eyes of a Fox

I used to think nothing in life was perfect, and then I saw this pass.

The Outlet Pass: Don't Worry About the Rockets, They Have...Eric Gordon published first on https://footballhighlightseurope.tumblr.com/

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flauntpage · 6 years ago

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The Outlet Pass: Don't Worry About the Rockets, They Have...Eric Gordon

An Ode to Eric Gordon

The Clippers Don’t Shoot Threes (and Couldn’t Care Less)

“We just hoop, bro.”

Noah Vonleh!

Noah Vonleh is 23 years old, and last week New York Knicks head coach David Fizdale called him “probably, overall our most complete player.” Everything in that sentence is real.

Free Rodney Hood

If not Houston, Hood can upgrade just about any situation outside the one he’s currently in. (Would the Philadelphia 76ers part ways with Markelle Fultz for Hood?)

A Three-Headed Sixth Man Race!

A lot can happen between now and April, but be surprised if neither Harrell, Sabonis, nor Rose is named Sixth Man of the Year. They've been dominant in their role.

Orlando's Science Experiment

Here they are both hanging above the arc, bringing their own big defenders with them:

De’Aaron Has the Eyes of a Fox

I used to think nothing in life was perfect, and then I saw this pass.

The Outlet Pass: Don't Worry About the Rockets, They Have...Eric Gordon published first on https://footballhighlightseurope.tumblr.com/

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flauntpage · 6 years ago

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The Outlet Pass: Don't Worry About the Rockets, They Have...Eric Gordon

An Ode to Eric Gordon

The Clippers Don’t Shoot Threes (and Couldn’t Care Less)

“We just hoop, bro.”

Noah Vonleh!

Noah Vonleh is 23 years old, and last week New York Knicks head coach David Fizdale called him “probably, overall our most complete player.” Everything in that sentence is real.

Free Rodney Hood

If not Houston, Hood can upgrade just about any situation outside the one he’s currently in. (Would the Philadelphia 76ers part ways with Markelle Fultz for Hood?)

A Three-Headed Sixth Man Race!

A lot can happen between now and April, but be surprised if neither Harrell, Sabonis, nor Rose is named Sixth Man of the Year. They've been dominant in their role.

Orlando's Science Experiment

Here they are both hanging above the arc, bringing their own big defenders with them:

De’Aaron Has the Eyes of a Fox

I used to think nothing in life was perfect, and then I saw this pass.

The Outlet Pass: Don't Worry About the Rockets, They Have...Eric Gordon published first on https://footballhighlightseurope.tumblr.com/

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flauntpage · 6 years ago

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The Outlet Pass: Don't Worry About the Rockets, They Have...Eric Gordon

An Ode to Eric Gordon

The Clippers Don’t Shoot Threes (and Couldn’t Care Less)

“We just hoop, bro.”

Noah Vonleh!

Noah Vonleh is 23 years old, and last week New York Knicks head coach David Fizdale called him “probably, overall our most complete player.” Everything in that sentence is real.

Free Rodney Hood

If not Houston, Hood can upgrade just about any situation outside the one he’s currently in. (Would the Philadelphia 76ers part ways with Markelle Fultz for Hood?)

A Three-Headed Sixth Man Race!

A lot can happen between now and April, but be surprised if neither Harrell, Sabonis, nor Rose is named Sixth Man of the Year. They've been dominant in their role.

Orlando's Science Experiment

Here they are both hanging above the arc, bringing their own big defenders with them:

De’Aaron Has the Eyes of a Fox

I used to think nothing in life was perfect, and then I saw this pass.

The Outlet Pass: Don't Worry About the Rockets, They Have...Eric Gordon published first on https://footballhighlightseurope.tumblr.com/

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