#klay thompson post

[8jib]

by kylechristy

[suggsnkisses]

When all of the time you’ve spent being a hater is finally validated >>>

[rxckables]

[hyperfixatingonstephcurry]

We need to talk about Team USA Steph 😳

I just wanna know how the other Team USA players kept it together with this motherfucker running around looking like this

Bron was clearly having a hard time

John Wall was having problems as well

Let’s face it. Everyone was in love with Steph

But who can blame them

Even Klay and Draymond weren’t immune

[rickeajacksons]

[rmbaloncesto]

© nikonickk

[cuntyko]

sitting on my bathroom floor i really feel it

i hope i can turn this around you know blind optimism

[freethrows]

Chris Paul talks about Klay Thompson in his post-game interview with NBC Sports Bay Area

Mar 1st, 2024

[churrobear]

Klay Thompson unfollowed the Warriors on IG, deleted most of his GSW posts, and now him and Paolo are mutuals on Instagram amidst the Klay to Orlando rumors 🫣

[bleedingfromeveryorifice]

What happened on October 31, 1990?

It’s been 4 years since the events known as the Eastridge 6 took place and the residents of Eastridge County have never been the same since. Veldigun sickness has been spreading faster than ever, admitting more and more people to the Lankmann's Asylum every day. Oddly enough, while being short staffed, its titular owner, Dr. Lankmann, never seems to complain. He appreciates the fresh meat.

Bleeding From Every Orifice is a askblog DOAI AU based on old lore, personal headcanons and inside jokes.

People who ask the blog take the role of an employee at the Lankmann Asylum or a voice of a veldigun’s previous victim.

Banner and PFP by pastraspec. All posts are tagged per character it includes. TWs will be tagged as "tw (warning here)". Posts tagged as "non canon" should be disregarded as canon.

TRIGGER WARNING FOR: fire; child, physical, verbal, religious, domestic and animal abuse; death; religious themes; blades; horror; body horror; ableism, queerphobia and sexism; needles; medical imagery; gore; torture

PEOPLE INVOLVED IN THIS STORY:

@gravitywasneveranoption (runs the blog; Megan, Nathan, Zami, Ibrahim, Rosemary, Marshall, Danny, Scout and Markov (partially designed by @fenscranberrycabin )

@pinkduckduck (Emmett)

@b1asentee (Aaryz, Gayle, Abel, Cain, Lyara)

@jekinabox (Wilhelm, Bennet)

@plxtypusbearr73 (Kyata, Sikker)

Offsite creators (Morgana, Levi, Zifnar, Stacy, Seth) (Abaddon)

CHARACTERS AVAILABLE FOR ASK:

The Eastridge Demon

The Horned Composer

The Scarecrow

The Flock

The Moonlight Magician

The Kyatapira

Dr. Herbert Lankmann

Dr. Wilhelm Ludwig

Dr. Bennet MacReady

Dr. Scout Thompson

Dr. Markov Salvato

Dr. Sikker

Dr. Abaddon Penstril

Mortimer Grey

Aaryz Klay

Dr. Gayle Klay

Zamina Dram

Sean Grim

Abel Grim

Alex Williams

Rick Graham

Cain Lily

Seth Lily

Patient 20 (Klaus Krueger)

Patient 36 (Jack Walker)

Patient 65 (Megan Moordeep)

Patient 66 (Morgana Anderson)

[napapamahal]

check your nba fangirl friend who reads men's basketball rpf and posts nba players in tumblr. pages on twitter just confirmed klay thompson is out of the warriors.

[autumntouched]

Day 11 of Ode to Phoenix

Inspired by Glen's tweet about Monica

"Monica Barbaro, who's representing female aviators everywhere in Top Gun: Maverick, gave my niece her own "Phoenix" Barbie on premiere day signed "keep your beautiful fire burning bright." The impact of "Phoenix" on young women is going to be incredible to watch"

Yes indeed, Glen, yes indeed

Summary: Natasha meets Hangman's family at an open house for the base

Pairings: Single Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

A/N: What do you do when need a little more time for your future Ode to Phoenix posts? Turn to a little real life inspo, apparently. No edits just straight from my brain to the page.

Open House

“Are you sure you’re not in for Six Flags?” Mash, one of the aviators from her squad, asks. Normally Natasha would be one of the first ones onboard for a day at the amusement park, but this Saturday morning she’s already dressed in her flight suit. 

“Uh-uh,” she hums around the bobby pins held between her lips while she puts her hair up.

“C’mon! It’ll be fun, and we’ll have an even number.” 

Natasha slides the last pin into place and checks the back of her bun in the bathroom mirror. “I can’t. I already have plans. Next time.” 

Mash grumbles about having to ride by himself and lets her go. She pours herself a travel mug of coffee and checks her watch. Enough time to make a breakfast sandwich before Payback picks her up. English muffin, eggs, sausage, and cheese with Sriracha. He’s outside five minutes early, and she tosses everything in the sink to clean later before hurrying out to the car. She hands him the sandwich she made for him, knowing he’d only grabbed himself a granola bar for breakfast. 

“Thanks,” he says excitedly. Natasha also passes him a paper towel so he doesn’t stain his uniform while cramming down the sandwich in four bites. She gives him a look of disgust and takes a reasonable bite of her own. 

“I can’t drive and eat,” he says through a mouthful as he pulls off. “Damn, that was good, Phoenix.” 

“Everything’s good with Sriracha,” she swears. 

Fanboy can still smell the sandwiches when he gets in and pouts that he doesn’t get one. “Offer to drive some time,” Natasha teases, “and I’ll cook for you too.” 

They get to the airfield and check-in, sliding their aviators on against the bright day. The skies are clear and the weather’s nice enough that their flight suits are comfortable. A range of aircraft is parked across the tarmac with tents set up in between for food vendors and family activities. Today is the base open house, part of the reason her squad is so eager to be elsewhere so they can avoid the traffic of military and civilian families coming to base. 

But Natasha loves open houses. Getting to see children’s faces light up while they learn about what she does, hearing veterans’ service stories, or talking to families remembering their military loved ones are part of what makes her job meaningful. And there’s no moment more special than when little girls see there’s someone like them at the controls of such powerful machines. 

The three of them take their time strolling toward the F/A-18 Hornet where they’ll be stationed for the day. Most of the time they’re absorbed in their own aircraft so it’s fun to get a chance to explore the others. 

Her jaw nearly drops when she sees who else volunteered for the day. “Hangman! What are you doing here?” she sputters. 

He grins toothily. As usual a toothpick dangles from his mouth. “I imagine the same as you, Phoenix,” he drawls. “Looking pretty for the cameras.” 

She’s even more surprised to see Payback and Hangman go in for a man hug and him bump fists with Fanboy. Since when does he know her friends like that? Hangman and Payback give one another grief over their respective basketball teams and roll their eyes at her love for the Splash Brothers, Steph Curry and Klay Thompson. It is not just because they're hot or because Riley Curry gives stellar post game interviews, and it's not bandwagoning when you're from the Bay.

It’s not long before they have to break off their conversation to show visitors around the aircraft. As usual, the children get excited when they see aviators who look like them. Natasha can see them tug their parents over, pointing insistently. Along with Payback, Fanboy, and Hangman, she gladly crouches and gives high fives for pictures with the kids or joins in for family photos. A little girl is so excited to see Natasha that she flings herself around her thighs for a hug. 

They meet a Korean War aviator and his family and two real life Rosie the Riveters who have been friends since their days building WWII planes together. 

Natasha’s waving goodbye to a commander’s family when she hears high pitched voices squeal, “Uncle Jake! Uncle Jake!” 

Three children come running full speed at Hangman. The oldest, probably no more than seven, gets to him first and launches herself into his open arms. He picks her up and hugs her tightly while she wraps her legs around him like a koala. The two boys go for his waist and leg so that he looks like a climbing tree of children. 

He greets them boisterously, giving the little girl a big kiss on her forehead and ruffling both boys’ hair. “How are my favorite kiddos?” he asks. They all fight to speak over one another while a blonde woman and an amiable older couple catch up to them. This must be Hangman’s family!

“Is that your plane?” the little girl asks, pointing to the Hornet.

“It’s one like it,” he tells her. “Hey, Pheebs, you want to meet that cool lady I told you about?” 

The little girl nods so hard that Natasha worries she might give herself a concussion. To her shock, Hangman turns toward her. “C’mon I’m going to introduce you to Phoenix.” 

And suddenly, she’s surrounded by his family who greet her as if they’ve known her for years. The older couple are his parents. The blonde woman is his sister and mother of two of the children while the third is one of their cousins. Hangman waves over Payback and Fanboy to introduce them too.

“Phoebe, this is Phoenix. Phoenix, Phoebe.” 

The little girl tucks her hair behind her ear and reaches out to shake Natasha’s hand. She’s wearing a flight suit with a patch that Hangman must have given her. “Do you fly with Uncle Jake?” she asks, leaning her head shyly against her uncle’s.  

“Sometimes,” Natasha smiles. 

Hangman grins at his niece and sets her down. “They can’t put all the best pilots on the same squad, sweetheart.” Has he really told his family that she’s one of the best pilots? “Didn’t you have something you wanted to ask Phoenix when you met her?” 

Phoebe’s face lights up, and she turns to her mother. “Mommy, can I have it please?” 

Noel, his sister, reaches into the large tote on her shoulder and pulls out a small helmet. She hands it to Phoebe who presents it solemnly to Natasha. “Could you sign the helmet Uncle Jake got for me please?” 

Natasha’s still trying to catch up to this new side of Hangman who beams at his family and has a cool uncle fan club. “Of course, I’d be honored,” she promises. “I don’t have a pen though so–.”

His sister is prepared and hands her a sharpie. Natasha takes it gratefully and considers what to write. She glances at Hangman who’s watching her with a strange gleam in his eyes. Trying to figure out what’s going through his head almost distracts her from what she’s supposed to be doing.

Natasha uncaps the pen with Hangman’s help and writes as neatly as she can, Phoebe, Keep your beautiful fire burning bright. With Admiration, Phoenix.” 

Phoebe’s mouth drops open and the helmet nearly tumbles from her hands when Natasha returns it. The Seresins gasp excitedly at the message. “Can you read what that says, sweetie?” Noel prompts her daughter. 

Phoebe reads, following her finger along the words. Hangman gently adjusts it so she doesn’t smear the still drying ink. “Phoebe. Keep your be…”

“Beautiful,” Noel supplies. 

Phoebe nods. “Keep your beautiful fire bur…”

Hangman helps her out. “Keep your beautiful fire burning bright. With Admiration, Phoenix. How’s that, skittle? What do you say?” 

“So cool,” Phoebe says in awe. She looks up at Natasha, even more in awe. Natasha feels her heart bursting at how adorable and sweet Phoebe is. “Thank you, Phoenix.” Welp, there go her ovaries too. 

“You’re welcome. Want to see what we have to do before we take off?” 

“Gotta put my helmet on first,” Phoebe says, wiggling the gear onto her head. “Okay!” And without prompting, she slips her hand into Natasha’s. “Let’s go!” 

His nephews, Connor and Declan, tag along at her side.

And the soaring feeling Natasha gets as they circle the jet together is the same one she had her first time behind the controls. Sharing her love of flying with them reminds her why she does this.

Hangman's family insists on pictures with all of them and adorable one of her and Phoebe that Natasha is too shy to admit she might frame.

He's just as shy when he thanks her for being so gracious to them after they've left.

"So you think I'm the best, huh?" she asks.

He bumps her shoulder. "Don't let it go to head. I was trying to inspire children here."

Natasha waves another family over. "Too late. I'm going to take every chance to remind you that you said that about me."

Hangman doesn't look at all put out by the threat.

Ode to Phoenix Masterlist

[fruitbasketball]

soul hurts seeing the klay thompson orlando magic thing as someone from the bay area but idk the team wont ever be what it used to be with or without klay and i've accepted that sooo idk

also idek if that made sense at all im like so mf tired so if i see this posted tmr im prob gonna be like wtf was i on last night...

nah bro like if ur from the bay you know how ride or die we are for our team

like seeing the warriors go down like this really hurts

it’s gonna suck to see klay in a diff jersey or dray playing somewhere else

like it’s so incredibly rare for a franchise to have a big 3 that plays together for 11 years now bro like i grew up on golden state basketball and steph klay and dray ARE golden state basketball :(

[pisayers]

Prologue

Ahhhh, Pisay. Where do I even begin with you?

In all honesty, the thought of me graduating hasn’t really hit me hard yet. Sure, there were moments in our last day on campus that a tear droplet nearly fell out of my eyes as I walked through the corridors for one last time, but I can’t really describe what I’m feeling as I’m writing this. I liken it to a state of limbo in which I’m extremely hyped to dip my toes into the realm of college, but also torn to shreds every time I think of the people that I have to leave behind in the process.

If you ask me what I remember from my Pisay life for the past six years, the default answer I would give would probably be the grandest events. Buwan ng Wika with the best quartet in Pisay CARC history: Edryll, Maron, RP, Jamil. The field trip where I visited spots in Baguio for the very first time as a born and raised Baguio boy. Food Fair with my best performance as a dead weight. Pi Day which turned into a two-week break which turned into a two year blended curriculum. Last Intramurals season with my teammates helping me get to the Mythical 5, shouting out the Grade 12 peeps Wrenzel, Zyr, Paul, Rainier. Prom night. Isko night. My journey to Mt. Pulag. These would probably be the most common themes if you were to survey the batch regarding their best experiences here in this institution. However, what is going through my mind right now are the little things, fleeting moments that will probably be forgotten as years pass, but can’t help reminiscing over because of its raw sentimental value.

The jamming sessions, Harley on the guitar with Andrew blasting his vocals singing Ang Huling El Bimbo for the nth time. The random conversations with Wrenzel and Raizen where Raizen hits you with the most out of the blue question to the point that you can see a large ass question mark on Wrenzel’s forehead. The 3v3s with the teachers, chasing Sir Jed and Sir Ace around screens like they’re Pisay’s version of Steph Curry and Klay Thompson, then proceeding to rotate to Sir Dems or Sir Jo violently backing you down like they’re Nikola Jokic. The pick-and-rolls with Johann, the dude seems to just get it to your hands at the right place at the right time every single possession. The chaotic games with the Grade 9s as Zach tosses up his Manny Pacquiao looking ass jumpshot and Kishan rebounds it to blow the putback layup. The high scores I would get in the English literature quizzes as I compare them with Kimee’s and Leah’s. The Grade 7s flocking around me on the yellow bleachers to dap me up after airballing their shots a whopping 60 times. The bear crawls across the 1st floor as punishment for the District Meet team, Kyle having the goofiest one there. The commute to Aurora Hill with Zyr where he is either in the deepest slumber possible or trying to get an update on my romantic situation. The blue store convos that can reach up to 7pm with Maron, Nicole, Neal, and Sam. The service days with Aya and Leah back when watching them get sermoned was hilarious. The nerve wracking debates, Aira and Pao carry me every time. The post-math LT verification process with Harley explaining what is basic trigonometry to me, The heart-to-hearts with Paul. The times I confessed my feelings. The times I got rejected. The times I cried myself to sleep doubting my physical appearance.

The little things.

Combine them all together and you have a melting pot in which you can experience what my Pisay life was like with just one sip from the ladle. If you notice, it really isn’t any different from a high school life in general. Pisayers get put with so much pressure and mounted expectations that we tend to forget that we’re not just robots churning out requirements, and while Pisay for me meant that in some sort of capacity, it also meant discovering myself more as a newfound adolescent. A sort of Holden Caulfield journey with less travelling around the States and more phony characters in play.

But it worked out in the end. Pretty high GWA. Academic award. Excellence award. Proficiency awards. Competitions under my belt. Personal projects on the side. Somewhat of a nice legacy. Pisay has also granted me the opportunity to see beyond the academic realm and discover who I truly am. No longer was I the valedictorian in elementary who was tasked to do pretty much everything for the image of the school. I needed my own niche. My own bubble. My own universe condensed into the palm of my hands ready to show the world what I can bring to the table.

And so, to end this stream of consciousness…

TO EVERYONE IN PISAY —

THANK YOU!!!!

To my parents, thank you for your unwavering love and support for me. I know it started out rough for me. It was the first guidance counsellor meeting for low grades and the first time I saw a flying saucer related to silverware and not aliens. However, knowing that I had a place where I could be unapologetically me helped in building my own sense of identity, and your caring nature got me to where I am today. To Dad, thank you for the late night snacks, and to Mama, thank you for the weekend dates. I’m going to miss both of you so much in QC.

To my teachers, thank you for imparting your knowledge and wisdom unto me. To be honest, I’m really questioning the real life application in half of the lessons I have learned in my Pisay journey, but one aspect I will never forget is the values and critical thinking skills that were passed down through diffusion along the way. To Ma’am Melai, thank you for always believing in me and my ability for every writing competition I participate in. To Ma’am Melki, thank you for your generosity and warmheartedness that I will treasure forever. To Sir Quantum, thank you for igniting my passion for Physics with your corny jokes and effort in crafting fun practice problems for us. To Ma’am Krystel, thank you for enlisting me in my very first competition, and subsequently increasing my self-confidence tenfold. To Ma’am Sol, thank you for your everloving care for us Stats babies; we really miss you and I hope to see you face to face some time soon. To Sir Arfe, thank you for teaching me how to cook; hopefully I can use it come college time. To Ma’am Abby, thank you for molding my writing ability into its current quality. To Sir Ariel, thank you for your unwavering kindness for our batch and your willingness to help us judge or critique our requirements in other subjects. Lastly, to Ma’am Eden, thank you for being the first teacher to see the potential in me to do great things here in Pisay. It sounded ludicrous at the start, but I’m glad I manifested it.

To my batchmates, from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! I know I started off being probably the most obnoxious and arrogant pre-teen in the fabric of space-time, but I am genuinely grateful that you gave me a second chance at life, given that it was probably easier for your mental health to just simply cancel me and cast me off aside as early as Grade 8. I also know that I did and will continue to make mistakes in the future, but I hope you know that I am going through all of these with the subconscious effort of making strides to better myself as a person. I wish you all the best of luck in your future endeavors.

To myself, well, you’re not done. UPD Economics is coming your way. New faces, new campus, new professors, new chinitas, but same old you. Don’t lose that spark inside you that has been igniting your motivation to study for the past 18 years you have been doing this. Don’t marry early either. Wear protection.

Thank you for everything Pisay! I’ll see you when I can.

[cementcornfield]

NOT YOU POSTING ABOUT STEPH CURRY AND KLAY THOMPSON AFTER WHAT THEY DID TO US IN THE FINALS

GINA I'M SORRY!!!!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME!!!

(they're cute okay 😭😭)

[chasedeys]

Your English is so good I never would have known you weren't a native speaker honestly! Out of curiosity and if you don't mind of course, what is your native language? It's fascinating to see people from other places get into such an American sport lol

hi! thank youuu!! so much!!!! aaaa ❤️❤️ i feel like getting exposed to fandom culture since like elementary helped me develop english :") and i don't mind! I'm indonesian hehe SEA pride babyy ❤️ and it genuinely is sooo funny that i somehow got into american football of all things like nobody in my family or immediate circles even touch the game or even rugby 😭 its all bball this world cup that and i never even had the slightest interest in competitive sports much less an incredibly american and high testoterone sport lmaooo

but then it's all the olympics fault!! basically the progression is following olympic matches casually -> getting deadass enamored by team usa men and women's basketball teams -> halfway in love with steph curry and jrue holiday -> following tumblr nba blogs and realizing there's nba rpf -> learning about the rest of the nba and falling in love with klay thompson -> coming by random and intriguing joemarr posts -> casually scrolling through their lore and games casually (i cannot stress this enough it was supposed to be casual) -> this. just all of this blog content of insanity.

and like it's sooo funny how I've actually saved a random coach joe tiktok that popped by my fyp longgg before i even actually knew him (bc i found him was hot ash i will not be ashamed of this) or how pre-nfl deep obsession i was cooing over keon coleman's debut pressers (bc he was cute ash talking abt macys jackets) 😭😭 and now...this.....