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v6quewrlds · 6 months ago

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❝ all that matters, j. burrow. ❞ ‎ ‎ ┉

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: joe burrow will always be a stubborn, ohio boy. even when his wife's brother is a 4-time nba champion for the cav's rival team.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: this was a cute request sent in by an anon. i had so much fun writing this one. might turn this into a cute little mini-series that i revisit every now and then, we'll see though.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: fluff, some language, joe wears cavs colors to a warriors home game.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: joe burrow x curry!reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 3k.

You leaned into the bathroom mirror, your hazel eyes scrutinizing the smudge of mascara you had just applied. It was a rare evening when you had the luxury to play around with your makeup products; the rigors of your soccer schedule usually had you rushing from the pitch to your London flat and back without much time to breathe. But tonight, you had promised Joe something special: a date night.

The youngest of the Curry siblings, you had grown up in the shadow of your older brother's fame, but now you were a star in your own right, a forward for Chelsea FC, making waves across the pond.

Your honey-blonde hair, the result of your most recent self-care Thursday, was pulled into a sleek ponytail, and you adjusted your custom Warriors letterman jacket with a smile. It was a nod to your brother and the Curry family's accomplishments, but more importantly, it was a declaration of where your allegiance lay tonight.

Joe emerged from the walk-in closet, grinning wide as his blue eyes crinkled, wearing a wine and gold vintage Cavs shirt underneath a black jacket. "Ready to rep the O-H-I-O?" he teased with a flex of his muscular arms.

You rolled your eyes, playfully swatting at him with a laugh. "You're insane for wearing that in the Chase Center, Joe. The Warriors' fans are going to eat you alive."

Joe shrugged, unbothered. "I'm not worried. Besides, it's just a game, right?" He winked, the singular dimple in his cheek deepening, and you couldn't help but smile back. Your fun rivalry was all part of your dynamic, a playful tug-of-war that had begun when you first started dating and had only intensified as your respective athletic careers had taken off.

"Steph's gonna kill you, babe." You laughed as Joe spun around, striking a pose in the middle of your luxurious hotel room.

Joe chuckled, pulling you closer. "Nah, he'll love it. Besides, I'm not scared of a little trash talk. I've faced down 300-pound linebackers, I can handle some rowdy Warriors fans." He kissed your forehead lightly, and you felt a flutter in your stomach. You had been married for a year now, but with the distance and your hectic schedules, moments like these felt like a first date all over again.

You stepped out of the hotel and into the brisk San Francisco night, the air buzzing with the electricity of game day. The lights of the Oracle arena shone like a beacon, a stark contrast to the darkness beyond. Fans were already streaming in, slightly tipsy, jerseys donned, and voices raised in chants. The air was thick with the smell of popcorn and pretzels, the sweet scent of victory and hope.

Your Uber pulled up, and Joe held the door open for you, flashing a grin. "Ladies first," he said with a dramatic bow, which earned him a coy eye roll in return. You climbed in, the leather seats cool against your skin, and headed towards the stadium.

"You know, if you keep that up, people might think you have a crush on me," you quipped, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you stuffed into the backseat of the sedan.

Joe leaned in, whispering, "But what if I do?" His breath tickled your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. You giggled, swatting him away, the warmth of his touch lingering.

As you approached the arena, the crowd grew denser, a sea of blue and yellow interspersed with a few brave souls in wine and gold. Joe pointed each group of Cavs fans out to you who simply rolled your eyes in return. You made your way to your courtside seats, the anticipation of the game mingling with the excitement of your date night. Ayesha and the kids sat upstairs in their family suite, recognizing that the excitement of the floor would be too much for little Caius. The arena was a cauldron of noise, fans stomping their feet, the echoes of their chants reverberating through the rafters.

Your heart swelled with pride as you caught sight of your brother, Steph, warming up on the court. His movements were fluid, a silent symphony of skill and athleticism. You knew Joe was watching him with a mix of admiration and competitive spirit. Despite being from different sports, they shared a deep respect for one another's talent.

As you settled into your seats, the Jumbotron blazed to life, displaying a montage of the players' faces. When Joe's filled the screen, the crowd booed playfully at the sight of his Cavaliers jersey, and Joe laughed amusedly, soaking in the attention. You elbowed him gently, whispering, "You're asking for it." He just grinned wider, his amusement more pronounced than ever.

Your face was displayed after his, and the stadium erupted in cheers, a wave of love that washed over you, making you feel both awe-struck and invincible. You smiled in acknowledgment, flashing a shy grin that could only be described as uniquely 'Curry'. The contrast between Joe's jeers and your cheers made you both laugh.

The game tipped off, and the atmosphere was electric. You were in your element, both of you were used to the roar of the crowd and the thrill of competition. The Warriors played with a finesse that was a testament to their unrivaled teamwork. Meanwhile, Joe remained unfazed by the glares of the die-hard fans around you, occasionally throwing a peace sign or a thumbs up, his charm doing wonders to lighten the tension.

You watched your brother closely, your heart racing every time he had the ball. Each shot he took was a masterclass in precision, and each pass was silent communication with his teammates that seemed almost telepathic. Despite the noise of the arena, you could hear the sweet symphony of sneakers squeaking against the gleaming hardwood, the swish of the net, and the thump of bodies colliding. It brought you back to your childhood, watching your father play in arenas just like this one, and then your brothers in their AAU leagues.

Joe's hand found yours, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your palm, grounding you in the present. He leaned in to whisper in your ear, "I know you're enjoying this, but don't forget we're still on a date."

You turned to look at him, your smile brightening slightly. "You're right," you conceded, tearing your eyes away from the mesmerizing dance of athletes on the court. You shared a kiss, quick and sweet, that seemed to echo in contrast to the pulse of the game around them.

The second half began, and the Warriors picked up the pace. Each basket scored brought the stadium to its feet, and the air was charged with excitement. The tension grew as the clock ticked down, the score neck and neck. Joe, despite his jovial exterior, couldn't hide the tension in his grip on your hand.

Your eyes remained glued to the game, your heart racing with every play. You felt a strange kinship with the players on the court, a shared understanding of the blood, sweat, and tears that went into every win and loss. Your mind drifted to your own training sessions, the countless hours spent perfecting your craft, and you couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for your brother's success.

The third quarter ended with a dramatic buzzer-beater, and the stadium went wild. The energy was intoxicating, a heady mix of adrenaline and anticipation. As the players took their seats, the kiss cam made its reappearance. Though the two of you had been lucky enough to evade the cameraman the first round, this time, it found you this time around. The crowd's cheers were mixed with good-natured jeers at Joe's persistent loyalty to his Ohio roots when he appeared on the Jumbotron again.

Joe leaned over, whispering, "I dare you," his eyes alight with challenge. Without missing a beat, you turned to him, your own eyes twinkling. The cameraman hovered above you, waiting. And just as the spotlight hit your faces, you leaned in for a kiss that was more passionate than any you had shared in public before. The crowd erupted into applause, and even the die-hard Warriors fans couldn't help but cheer for the star-studded couple.

Your kiss played out on the giant screen, and even Steph couldn't resist looking over from the bench, shaking his head in feigned disapproval. The sight of your brother's amusement only made your heart swell more. You were a family of champions, bound by love, competition, and a shared love for the sports that had defined your lives.

The final quarter was a battle royale, with each team fighting tooth and nail for every point. The tension in the arena was palpable, a living, breathing entity that seemed to pulse with every heartbeat. Joe was on the edge of his seat, his eyes never leaving the court, even as he held onto your hand tightly. You, too, were absorbed in the game, your nails biting into your palm as you willed the Warriors to victory.

As the last minutes ticked away, the score remained tight. The crowd was a blur of color and noise, a symphony of hope and nerves. Then, in a moment of pure magic, Steph took the ball, dribbled around two defenders, and launched a fadeaway three-pointer that swished through the net, giving the Warriors a lead that would ultimately seal the deal. The stadium exploded in a cacophony of cheers and high-fives, and you jumped to your feet, screaming with pure elation.

Joe leaned back, a look of mock defeat on his face. "Well, I guess the Currys wins again." He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, his smile unwavering.

You couldn't help but laugh, pushing your husband's shoulder playfully. "You say that like it's a surprise," you teased, nudging him with your shoulder. "You married into a family that doesn't like losing. Get used to it."

The final buzzer rang out, echoing through the arena, and the Warriors emerged victorious. The sea of fans around you surged to their feet, a wave of euphoria crashing over them. The Jumbotron played highlights from the game, and Joe couldn't resist pointing out every time the camera caught him looking less than thrilled. "Look at this face," he said with a chuckle, "It's like I'm at a funeral."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't wipe the smug smile from your face. "You're just salty," you said, leaning into his side. "It's okay, you have to lose sometimes. It builds character."

Joe squeezed your hand, his competitive spirit not quite letting him admit defeat. "Yeah, yeah," he said, his voice thick with sarcasm. "I'll just have to beat you at something later to make up for it."

The stadium lights dimmed, and the players made their way to the locker rooms. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and victory, the cheers slowly morphing into a low murmur as fans made their way out. The arena staff began to clean up, and the reality of the night's end set in.

You and Joe waited patiently for the crowd to thin out before being escorted down the tunnel alongside a few other Warriors' family members. As you approached the waiting area, you spotted your sister-in-law Ayesha settling baby Caius in her arms. Your nieces Rylie and Ryan were engaged in a hand game with your nephew Canon, mysteriously all fully awake in anticipation of seeing their father and auntie.

"Is that the Currys?" You called out, your voice a mix of excitement and fatigue. You haven't had much time to spend with the kids since your move to London so any chance to see them was a blessing. Ayesha's face lit up as she saw the two of you approaching.

"Hey, Joe," she said with a knowing smile, eyeing his outfit. "You're a brave man."

Joe grinned back, his confidence unshaken as he leaned over to embrace her warmly. "I'm an Ohio boy, Ayesha. I wear my colors proudly."

You stepped forward, kissing Ayesha's cheek then Caius'. "How did the little ones survive the game?"

"They're all about the snacks, not the score," Ayesha said, her own eyes sparkling with mirth. She handed Caius to his aunt, and the baby's tiny hands reached for your letterman jacket. The sight of your brother's name and number on the back of his onesie made you chuckle.

"He looks just like Steph, square head and everything," you said, bouncing the baby in your arms. Caius gurgled happily, oblivious to the sports allegiances swirling around him. The three other children's laughter filled the otherwise empty tunnel, a reminder of the joy that these games brought to your lives, beyond the wins and losses.

"What's going on, champ?" Joe offered a fist bump to Canon as he knelt down to the kids' level, Rylie and Ryan flanking his sides with hugs of their own. Canon's eyes widened with excitement as he attempted to recount every thrilling play of the game in dramatic fashion, his enthusiasm bubbling over like a pot of boiling water.

You couldn't help but feel a tug at your heartstrings. Despite the chaos of your lives, these moments with your family grounded you. You looked over at your brother, who was signing autographs and taking selfies with fans. His eyes met yours, and you knew he felt the love too.

"You guys have fun?" Stephen asked, making his way over to the group of you with a bounce in his step. His oldest three children took off in his direction, their laughter bouncing off the walls of the tunnel like the echoes of the game.

"Always fun to watch you kick butt," Joe said, giving him a hug that was half squeeze, half pat on the back.

Steph grinned, his teeth gleaming against his tanned skin. "Thanks, man. Always a pleasure to send your sorry-ass fan club home where they belong." He clapped Joe on the back, the teasing glint in his eye never fading.

You hugged your brother tightly, feeling the warmth of his post-shower skin against your cheek. "Great game, Wardell," you murmured into his ear, the sound of his government name falling off your lips drawing a scowl from the basketball player.

"Don't start with that," he spoke back, his voice a mix of affection and annoyance. He took another moment to greet his wife and infant son before turning his attention back to Joe. "No seriously, how you gonna wear that in my house?" He nodded towards Joe's shirt, feigning disgust.

Joe just laughed, shaking his head. "I gotta represent, even if it's in enemy territory."

Steph rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his amusement. "As long as you keep that one in line," he nodded towards you who simply kissed your teeth, "I'll forgive you."

"I'll do my best," Joe replied, looping an arm around your waist. "She's quite the handful most days. But luckily for her, she's got good taste in quarterbacks," he added, planting a kiss on your cheek.

The adults shared a laugh, your bonds unbreakable despite your playful arguing. The night was still young, and the promise of more teasing and laughter lay ahead. The tension of the game had been a welcome distraction from your daily routines, but now, as you stepped into the cool San Francisco Bay breeze, the reality of your careers crashed back in.

You knew your time was limited; tomorrow, you'd be back in the grind, preparing for your upcoming training camp with the US Women's National Team. But for now, you cherished every second with Joe and your family, the joy of the victory still buzzing in your veins.

As you made your way out of the arena, the cool night air greeting you like a refreshing splash of water, you whispered into Joe's ear, "Thank you for flying out with me. It means a lot."

Joe looked down at you, his blue eyes warm with affection. "Anything for my favorite girl."

"You got more than one girl, Burrow?" You teased with a squint of your eyes, a smirk playing on your lips.

"Just you and the football, baby." He whispered back. You strolled down the crowded streets, the distant echo of the game still reverberating in your ears, mixing with the chatter of the fans leaving the arena.

"Unless you have something you wanna tell me?" He continued with his low whisper, his thumb brushing across your stomach as he held your waist delicately. The conspiratorial tone hinted at his most persistent wish in the last few months, one that had become a running joke between the two of you.

You playfully elbowed him. "Don't start with me, Joe. You haven't upgraded yourself to baby daddy yet." But the smile on your face gave away your secret longing. The thought of a baby had been a topic of gentle teasing and hopeful glances for a while now. It was a future you both craved, but one that had to wait until your schedules allowed.

You continued to walk in comfortable silence, the cacophony of the city blending into the background. The night was alive with the glow of streetlights reflecting off the pavement, the distant honks of cars, and the occasional cheer from a passing fan. As you approached your Uber, Joe paused, looking around at the bustling streets of San Francisco.

"You know, I could get used to this," he mused, his eyes taking in the scenery. "Maybe we should get a place out here."

You looked up at him, your smile growing. "You'd leave the Bengals for me?"

"Woah, I didn't say all that," Joe chuckled, shaking his head. "But maybe a second home wouldn't be the worst idea." His eyes searched yours, hopeful and playful all at once.

You felt the weight of his words, the hint of a future where your paths didn't have to be so separate. "We'll see," you said, your voice softer than you intended. The thought of having Joe all to yourself away from the bustle of his Cincinnati fame was tempting, but you knew your careers weren't going anywhere, not soon enough for the two of you to seriously consider a second home anyway.

You slid into the Uber, the cool leather a stark contrast to the warmth of Joe's hand in yours. You leaned your head against his shoulder, watching the city lights blur by, feeling the gentle rhythm of his breath against your hair.

#&. cassie writes.#joe burrow #joe burrow fanfic #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow x oc #joe burrow x ofc #black!fem!reader #black!oc #black!reader #cincinnati bengals #x black fem reader #x black reader #bengals #joe burrow bengals

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quintessenceofdust88 · 1 month ago

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Several Sentence Sunday (and also Inspiration Saturday)

I was tagged by my darlings @bidisasterevankinard and @typicalopposite for Several Sentence Sunday, and since I procrastinated Inspiration Saturday yesterday, this will serve as both hehe ♥

(okay, so this isn't in any of my WIPs and will probably not go anywhere, I just needed someone to vent my frustrations about Eddie and Tommy is the one I chose! inspired by many thoughts I've been having since Thursday, and conversations with many people but mostly @agentpeggycartering @bidisasterevankinard and @iredastead, thanks for the yapping time lovelies ♥)

Tommy is being weird with him.

Eddie's been back for about ten days when he finally gets an invitation to Tommy and Buck's house, that Buck moved to about a month before he arrived. And the invitation came from Buck himself, not from Tommy, so Eddie doesn't think he's being paranoid about the pilot treating him differently.

If Tommy is mad at him for some reason (though Eddie can't fathom why, they haven't even talked much since Eddie moved), it explains why the invitation took so long; frankly, part of Eddie was expecting to set foot in LA and have Buck all over him wanting to hang out, but not quite. Buck had barely shown up, mostly to say hi to Chris, and then Eddie hadn't seen much of him.

Eddie shows up anyway, casting his doubts aside, because he definitely missed hanging out with the two of them. If there's a downside to the months he passed in Texas is how lonely he was; he can't wait to be able to hang out with his friends whenever he wants again.

Chris opts out of joining him, also wanting to catch up with his LA friends, and Eddie doesn't mind. It's good that it'll be just the three of them.

At least it should be, but again, Tommy is being weird. Not to Buck, God no. With Buck he's all 'sweetheart' and kisses to the cheek and hand holding all the time. Eddie privately thinks that this is how they're behaving now, six months after their reconciliation, he's quite lucky to have been in Texas for the first few days after they got back together (he tries not to think what they could have gotten up to in his house while Buck lived there; ignorance is bliss or whatever).

But the point is: Tommy doesn't have any scrunchy smiles or 'how are you doing, man?' and talking about the latest NBA developments with Eddie. Instead he's giving him that trademark bitchy look, and barely answering when Eddie does talk to him.

Buck, bless him, doesn't seem to pick up on the tension. He seems ridiculously happy, all heart eyes at his boyfriend, and for the first time, Eddie feels like a third wheel between them, and that's what makes him decide enough is enough. When Buck leaves to check on their appetizers, he turns to Tommy, who's quite deliberatedly staring at the TV with his arms crossed in front of his chest. "Tommy, man, have I done something to you?" He asks, and Tommy looks at him, raising an eyebrow. "To me? How could you? You haven't even talked to me one-on-one since Evan and I were broken up." Eddie sighs; he should have seen that coming, though he never thought Tommy to be the needy kind. Maybe Buck was rubbing off on him. "Tommy, you know Buck's my best friend, I had to..." "Oh, is he?!" Tommy says, his voice laced with faux-surprise and mockery, and Eddie recoils. "I would never guess based on the way you treat him" - tbc -

Np tagging @laundryandtaxesworld @agentpeggycartering @unhingedangstaddict @fairytalegonewronga03 @sad-girl-hours23 and whoever else would like to join ♥

#bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley #eddie diaz #anti eddie diaz #just in case #but not really #i just think he was a jerk and needs to be called out on it #sentence sunday

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theonion · 5 months ago

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Grabbing their pom-poms before heading out to pump up the crowd, several WNBA players confirmed Thursday that they have been forced to supplement their incomes during the offseason by cheerleading for NBA teams. “With the season over, everyone in the league is scrambling to make ends meet by getting a second job dancing for the NBA,” said Minnesota Lynx power forward Napheesa Collier, who earns $200 per game as a cheerleader for the Timberwolves. Full Story

#the onion #news #sports

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fruitbasketball · 7 months ago

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And no , she cannot control what people say.

"People should not be using my name to push those agendas. It's disappointing. It's not acceptable," Clark said Thursday when asked about the comments."... Treating every single woman in this league with the same amount of respect, I think, it's just a basic human thing that everybody should do."

This is quite literally what she said for the 3727732th time.

I mean honestly do you hold Paige to the same standard as you do Caitlin? 😭 bc I’ve seen some racist ass stuff coming from Paige supporters. Like what can she do realistically, racism and homophobia is not going to be stopped from ONE person. Even when she said DiJonai didn’t foul her intentionally, and basically said it was ridiculous that they were even asking her that, people in the comments were still saying "she’s just saying that because she doesn’t want black people to hate her" she cannot and genuinely I mean cannot do anything right. Dammed if she does dammed if she doesn’t.

that’s the first time she’d ever said anything like that. do not try to gaslight me and say that she’s been stubborn in that statement or that it is the nth time she’s made it. it’s the first. and she had to be prompted. that’s lazy advocacy.

don’t even try to bring paige into this conversation y’all.

that girl was 19 years old when she got up on national television and told the world that black women matter. she’d just won her first espy and used that fucking opportunity to advocate for the women in her sport who didn’t have that platform. she was 20 when she got up on nba today (also national television) to speak out and tell president biden to bring bg home. no one asked her to do that shit.

i hold paige to the same standard. i hold cameron brink to the same standard. i hold sue bird to that standard, diana taurasi to that standard.

and they continue to uphold that standard.

caitlin just doesn’t.

i’m done speaking on this. bro’s out the playoffs idk why we’re still speaking on her 😭😭😭

#wbb #wnba #women’s basketball #indiana fever #caitlin clark #uconn #paige bueckers #ask

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freshthoughts2020 · 3 months ago

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#darius garland #dg 10 #dg #cleveland cavaliers #cleveland cavs #cavaliers #cavs #nba #nba thursdays #nba thursday #thunder at cavaliers

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tkachuktkaching · 8 months ago

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A few of the highlights

After he threw the pitch in the Marlins game in Miami which he was still recovering from a shoulder injury (right after he got traded) he went into his back yard and and practiced and threw 5 pitches to prepare but he's much healthier than two years ago.

Some talk on Jayson Tatum and how he makes 6 times as much as him and he always knew he was destined for the big time in the NBA and he was always a stud.

They always talked as kids about making the nba and nhl respectively.

The video was technology class in 7th grade before high school.

His dad wanted to go with him to the baseball pitch and his mum was out of town.

He loved hanging out with jayson and catching up for a few hours.

He talked about Sherwood in 2020 he tried a few brands, he helped with the design process and was their first hockey player since their rebrand.

He talked going to Raising Cains, he was partying and going to eleven and without sleep and he had agreed to do things prior to the final. He talked about all the opportunities to do extra signings and things.

He decided to a interview with sports net and decide to give a shout out, he loves the people in Calgary and hates the people in Edmonton and he got family in Winapeg including his Grandpa.

He was excited to play in the charity golf tournament, he loves Charles Barkely and playing with TJ Oshie and the Kelcie brothers were cool.

And how he ended up singing We Are The Champions with Charles Barkley.

He was excited to meet the different people from the different sports.

He got engaged on the Thursday before game 1 in the playoffs and flew in his parents and fiancé's parents had a big celebration then went no booze for the whole playoffs and plans to do that again.

His special memories of the playoffs were the off ice stuff playing poker the comradeship with the guys.

He's sad the teammates that left but excited they got the offersheet and got paid and set for life and is excited to see them for dinner when they see them.

He was pissed after game 5 because he didn't want to go to Edmonton but he was so confident ahead of game 7 he wanted to do it for his family that got him there, he talked how his dad and Brady walked him to his car and wanted to do it especially for them.

He drives to the arena on his own he goes early getting there 4 hours early. Sam Bennet got a mention for liking to sleep and goes much later.

How incredible the emotions of his family and being the first tkachuk to win the cup,

Bringing his dad into the lockeroom was what it meant to him and his whole family.

Singing Brady praises for being so supportive and believes Brady will win it, he's too good not to, he's built for the play offs, and wants to be there when he does.

Literally everybody from Calgary reached out to him after the cup win even Darrell (Sutter).

Praising his old youth team London Knights and what they did for him and other players.

He heard from players he heard from or know and Robbie Thomas and people that won before Vllady got a special mentions he was a great veteran presence and okie too.

He talked the Paternark fight, and how it happened and Monty's involvement. He says there's no rules just beat the shit out of each other.

He'll never forget this year for the rest of his life.

He confirmed Brady did not touch the cup though there were a few close calls due to being drunk.

He says he's so much better health than this time last year, he's excited about this year.

He his fiancee and Brady are going to visit Taryn this Friday he says she won't listen to his interview so it won't ruin the surprise and talks how good she is a field hockey. Her preseason has started.

He loves to watch Barky in practice and is learning to do things and a special mention of Kucherov of Tampa one of his favorite players.

He wants to improve scoring from further out like Brady.

He's getting more recognised now but it's good and he's enjoying it.

He's being working on jumps, working on his skating, sprints and being strong weights but jumps.

He got in trouble for putting the cup in the ocean but the cup caretakers only told him afterwards but they understood but he got great memories.

The whole family sacrifices so much for hockey players and the Tkachuk name is on the cup forever it's forever.

#matthew tkachuk #florida panthers #cam and strick podcast #chatty Matty #Spoilers

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shortmomma1993 · 25 days ago

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Some more sillies:

Evelyn : Something’s off.

Ariah : Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people.

Evelyn : No, but that’s funny.

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Jax : Look, Ayuda, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and its Monday.

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P!Gangle: If God’s ever been mad at anything I’ve ever said, he hasn’t done shit about it................So he either doesn’t care or he’s a coward.

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Pomni: Ayuda won’t come out of their room!

Hoppy : Just tell them I said something.

Pomni: Like what?

Hoppy : Anything factually incorrect.

Pomni, shrugging: If you say so.

Ayuda, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

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Jax : Alright, so the vampire's gravestone is—

Evelyn : Cenotaph.

Jax : What?

Jax : It's only a gravestone if it marks the location of a body. A monument honouring someone whose body isn't present is a cenotaph.

Jax : I'm... not sure that's how it works if the body gets up and walks away on its own.

Evelyn : There's a precedent for gravestones being reclassified as cenotaphs if the body is later removed and reinterred elsewhere. There's no rule that says the body itself can't do the removing.

Jax : Okay, but the body is very much coming back. That's kind of what we're here to accomplish.

Evelyn : So it's a temporary cenotaph.

Jax : And naturally our greatest concern here is avoiding semantic ambiguity.

Evelyn : Semantic ambiguity is how vampires get you.

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Pomni: In the past year you have managed to piss off the LAPD, ATF, CIA, FBI-

Jax : NBA.

Pomni: …?

Jax : Snuck into a Cliffords game.

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Jax , to Ayuda: Well, one of us has to be wrong and it’s not going to be me.

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Gangle: *venting endlessly to P!Jax about their week*

P!Jax, every once in a while: *in a monotone* Wow, that is so wild.

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Pomni: So, you lied to me?

P!Jax: That depends on how you define lying.

Pomni: Well, I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?

P!Jax: Um, reclining your body in a horizontal position?

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P!Jax: When did you become a hero?

Whimsy : Um… the moment I saved you from getting killed.

P!Jax: You’re the last person on earth I wanted to rescue me.

Whimsy : Well… sucks to be you, don’t it.

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Malauna : Being gay isn't a choice. It's a game and I'm winning.

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Dollface : Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Rose meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

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*The squad is asked what they would do with 5 children with only 3 chairs.*

Ayuda: Get two more chairs!

Malauna : They can get their own chairs.

Ariah : Make them fight for it.

P!Jax: You only need one chair to beat them all with.

Pomni: I would never be near children.

Hoppy : Kill two.

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Hoppy : You have to apologize to Evelyn !

Ariah : Fine! Unfuck you, or whatever!

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Dollface : You’re giving me a sticker?

Evelyn : Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Dollface : I’m not a preschooler.

Evelyn : Fine, I’ll take it back-

Dollface : I earned this, back off!

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Rose : Happy Throwback Thursday! Here’s a throwback to when Evelyn ate an entire tube of lipstick.

Evelyn , whining: But why would it be cherry-flavored if you can’t eat it?!

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Evelyn : How does one turn their emotions off?

Alex: Okay, so first go to settings. I'm a fucking idiot, I thought that said emojis at first.

Evelyn: No, I'm still willing to try this, go ahead. I'm at settings, what do I do next?

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Gangle: Hey, how are you doing today?

P!Jax: Can we change the subject before I start crying?

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Jax : How the hell are you still alive?

Ayuda: Honestly, I’m just as confused as you are.

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Ayuda: Someone care to explain why we have 6 dogs in our apartment?

Whimsy : They're golden retrievers, dude. They retrieve gold. I did this for us.

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Ariah : Hey, aren’t you P!Jax?

P!Jax: You a cop?

Ariah : No.

P!Jax: Then yes, I am.

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Pomni: Ariah , you're testifying in an aggravated assault case tomorrow, and the D.A. is worried about how you'll present yourself on the stand.

Ariah : Why? I'm fine on the stand!

*flashback to Testimony #1*

Ariah : Look, I'll make this real simple so even these dumdums can understand.

Ariah , to the jury: MAN DID CRIME.

*flashback to Testimony #2*

Ariah : I'm sorry, could you make her stop doing that weird thing with her face?

Defense Attorney, next to the crying defendant: ...Crying?

*flashback to Testimony #3*

Ariah : And when this is over, I'm gonna find you and I'm gonna break those little fingers.

Judge: Could the witness please stop threatening the stenographer?

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Whimsy : What’s up with Hoppy ? They’ve been laying on the floor for like….an hour now?

Jax : They're just a little overwhelmed.

Whimsy : Why?

Jax : Ayuda smiled at them.

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Alex: So, Ayuda is late today. Anyone wanna bet why? I say they slipped through the subway grate and is having terrible sex with the mole man.

Tux: I don't know about that...I think either their alarm clock didn't go off, or they're in line at the bank.

Evelyn : Take this more seriously! Ayuda was clearly taken in their sleep!

Malauna : I bet they tucked themselves into the bed too tightly and got stuck.

Whimsy : Maybe they fell into another dimension where they're more interesting...?

*Ayuda arrives*

Ayuda: Sorry I'm late - there was a problem at the bank.

Tux, clapping their hands in excitement: HOT DAMN!

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Ayuda: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.

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Jax : Why is there blood everywhere?

Pomni: I may have aggressively poked someone with a knife.

Jax : You stabbed someone?!

Pomni: No, no. I aggressively poked someone with a knife.

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Evelyn : Guys, my friend here is bilingual.

P!Jax: Yes.

Evelyn : Which means they like both boys and girls.

P!Jax: Ye- wait, what-

Gangle: Evelyn , that's not what bilingual means-

Evelyn : Shhh, it's okay P!Jax. I still love you, man.

P!Jax & Gangle: ...

Evelyn : bUT NOT LIKE THAT-

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Pomni: If you could guess, how many brain cells do you have?

Ariah : Dorito’s cool ranch.

Pomni:

Pomni: I'm just gonna assume zero for now.

Ariah : I love that song.

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P!Jax: Wait- Your arresting me because I'm a homo?!

Whimsy : ...Homicide. You killed your whole family.

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Dollface : Go and tell Pomni why you insisted on putting a normal-sized carrot in a bag of baby carrots.

Evelyn :

Dollface : Do it, tell them what you told me earlier.

Evelyn , stuttering: I-it's because... th-they need adult supervision...

Pomni:

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Hoppy : Look guys, I need help.

Alex: Love help?

Jax : Financial help?

P!Jax: Emotional help?

Ariah : Help moving a body?

*Everybody looks at Ariah *

Ariah : What?

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Alex: Are you alright?

Evelyn : Short answer or long answer?

Alex: Short?

Evelyn : No.

Alex: Long?

Evelyn : Nooooooo.

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Pomni: HEY HEY HEY! DON’T TOUCH THOSE!

Whimsy , touching a figurine: Why? What’s wrong with touching a doll?

Pomni: THAT IS NOT A DOLL! This is a figurine, thank you very much.

P!Jax, from afar: IT’S JUST A STIFF DOLL!

Whimsy : FIGURINE MY ASS! IT’S JUST A STIFF DOLL— as P!Jax said!

Pomni: I hate all of you. That is a limited edition figurine I got from a conventio—

Whimsy : *Drops figurine on the ground*

Pomni: —n. It was $100; all my money just went down the fucking drain.

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Dollface : WHO ATE MY BREAD?! I'M GOING TO FUCKING K-

Ariah : I did?

Dollface : Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't eaten anything today Ariah .

Dollface : *walks away*

Ariah : They're gone, Mommy .

Hoppy , coming out the closet with bread stuffed in their mouth: Twankh uh!

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Ayuda: What are you two arguing about this time?

Dollface : They’re always using common phrases incorrectly!

Ariah : Cry me a table, Dollface .

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Jax : Even Gangle and I have been getting closer. The other day, they gave me half of their sandwich.

Gangle: I mistook them for a garbage can.

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Evelyn : I reserve the right to judge a movie based on when it was made, thank you very much.

Whimsy : You consider anything made before 2000 old and bad.

Evelyn : And I reserve that right! After all....

Evelyn : I bet you wouldn’t like the average movie made in 1879!

Whimsy : There were no movies made in 1879.

Evelyn : *slams table* WRONG! There was ONE movie made in 1879! The first movie! A zoopraxioscope of a horse galloping!

Alex: Oooh! Let’s go ask Rose if they saw it in theatres!

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Jax : So Ariah , how did your first time cooking dinner go?

Ariah : Pretty good if I do say so myself.

Jax : Oo! Okay, what are we having?

Ariah : Alright, so for appetizers, we have a potato.

Jax : A whole potato?

Ariah : Yes. And then for the main course, we have grilled cheese sandwiches!

Jax : These just look like big slabs of black.

Ariah : Because that's what they are! And then for desert, we have chocolate.

Jax : These are just chocolate chips?

Ariah : They sure are! And then for drinks, we have toast! *lifts up a glass of blended toast* Bon appetite!

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Whimsy : Why is P!Jax crying on the floor?

Evelyn : They took one of those 'what person are you?' quizzes.

Whimsy : And?

Evelyn : They got Pomni.

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Alex: It's locked. You got a lock pick?

P!Jax: Yeah-

Pomni: *kicks in the door*

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Kidnapper: I have your partner.

Alex: What? I don't have a partner...

Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face?

Alex: Oh my god, you have Dollface .

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Ayuda: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Hoppy: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Ayuda: ............... You mean ring bearER, right?

Hoppy: ...

Ayuda: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

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Ayuda: P!Jax, why are you crying?

Jax: This book is so sad!!

Ayuda, picking it up: But this is my diary-

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Ariah : That sounds super! Doesn’t that sound super, Jax ?

Jax : No.

Ariah : I think I speak for Jax when I say it sounds really super.

( @justsomeonewow @ask-pomni-things @ask-jax-things @ask-jaxy-boy @theatreribbons )

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07/24/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Butterflies; Taika Waititi; Leslie Jones; Ruibo Qian; Vico Ortiz; Kristian Nairn; Rachel House; Minnie Driver; Bronson Pinchot; Articles; Fan Spotlight: Cast Cards/OFMD Colouring Pages; Love Notes; Daily Darby / Today's Taika

Hey lovelies, very short one tonight. Hope you're all doing well <3

== Butterflies ==

Okay so this is a bit out of order today but-- our friends over at Never Left Podcast have a new Episode out! This episode focuses on flowers! Check it out here! Now, why is it being spotlighted at the top? Well they highlighted the butterflies in Ed's hair for episode 5 of season 1 and that has been a revelation for me and quite a lot of other folks!

Source: Never Left Podcast Twitter

Even David decided to poke his head in.

Source: David Jenkins' Twitter

== Taika Waititi ==

Today is Time Bandits release day! If you have Apple TV it's out and so far I'm enjoying the heck out of it! Please oh please if you can support Taika and Jemaine and all our lovely AoNZ folks!

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Another interview with Taika and Jemaine!

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A little bit of Time Bandits BTS with Rachel and Taika!

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There's a new commercial up for the Fa’atasi Collection, inspired by Next Goal Wins. To learn more, visit their site.

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== Ruibo Qian ==

Ruibo has been featured in the San Diego Union Tribune for the premiere of Kate Hamill's 'Ms. Holmes & Ms. Watson – Apt. 2B'! Check the article out here!

Source: SanDiegoUnionTribune

== Vico Ortiz ==

More beautiful shots of Vico from Them Fatale's Pride Month show!

Source: Them Fatale's Instagram

== Leslie Jones ==

Leslie's going to be on Beat Bobby Flay on FoodNetwork this Thursday at 9PM ET!

Source: Leslie Jones' Instagram

== Bronson Pinchot ==

Bronson has been having a lot of fun doing his Serge bits on instagram-- and he's got another with Ned Low this time!

== Kristian Nairn ==

Some fun news for Kristian!

Source: Kristian Nairn's Instagram

== Minnie Driver ==

More Minnie out with her friends at the beach!

Source: Minnie Driver's Instagram Stories

== Articles ==

Thank you to our friends over at @adoptourcrew for sharing these articles:

Max: The 23 Absolute Best TV Shows to Watch

WBD Related: NBA Rejects Warner Brothers Discovery Bid, Going With "Long Term Arrangement" With Amazon

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

Our friend @melvisik is keeping our Cast Spotlighted with more Cast Cards, this timeof Stu Turner, another casting director that got snubbed by the Emmys.

annnnd Tino L. "another stand in (according to https://ofmd-crew.com/)."

Source: @melvisik's Twitter

= OFMD Colouring Pages =

More Our Flag Means Pride colouring pages from one of the most beautiful souls @patchworkpiratebear!

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== Love Notes ==

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== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Today's gifs courtesy of two of our most magnificent fandom giffer @sherlockig and @meluli <3 Thank you for all the wonderful gifs you share with us regularly!

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🔎 I wanted to send a better article after that last post of randomness. I LOVE these articles (which then send me down random side quests).

First one features a bunch of high school coaches talking about facing Azzi. I love reading what they have to say because they all respect her so much.

https://web.archive.org/web/20211127092909/https://www.ctinsider.com/uconn/article/Scouting-report-on-UConn-freshman-Azzi-Fudd-16550275.php

The coach for Sidwell talks about the gameplan for the championship game. What I didn't know is Kiki Rice played that game for Sidwell as a sophomore. And I found this long highlight with their commentary.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VvJB3byj7lM

This video has Azzi's championship interview:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ePII9w82ijA

Of course step up has highlights: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ZfVsCCGOIg

Houzmazoo does as well and I love him just yelling that's the match up right there (for Azzi vs Kiki): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VPboERy3n8o

Second article is a month after Geno has gotten to work with Azzi.

https://web.archive.org/web/20211108155314/https://www.ctinsider.com/sports/article/UConn-freshman-Azzi-Fudd-everything-Geno-Auriemma-16288873.php

“I think most of it is what I expected,” Auriemma said. “She’s very quiet, very much introverted, really doesn’t say a whole lot. But her game is much older than her age. Her footwork is the kind of footwork that you would expect from someone going into the pros, someone who has spent three or four years perfecting that. That’s how good her footwork is. And her ability to get shots off and the way the shot comes off every single time, the exact same way, I mean, I knew it, but when you’re watching on a regular basis, it’s pretty amazing.”

On Thursday, he just motioned, letting his arms flail and swing to represent Bueckers’ herky-jerky style and closing his hands together to demonstrate Fudd’s skills — coordinated, tight, together.

Third is a month before she started freshman year basketball season. Just 5 things about her. It is fun to read that she caught Geno's eye as a 7th grader.

https://web.archive.org/web/20211020221324/https://www.ctpost.com/sports/article/She-hates-the-spotlight-5-things-to-know-16181444.php

I love it when you go down a rabbit hole because you always make amazing discoveries and I get to enjoy them 😘.

Newbies should be required to read these articles and watch these videos to be able to talk about Azzi.

Fudd is, in essence, a supernova — a complete scorer with unlimited range, a point guard’s handle, and no ego. Her jump shot has been lauded by NBA superstar Stephen Curry, and there are comparisons to WNBA and UConn legend Maya Moore in her overall game.

Azzi basically met all the NCAA players in high school, she knows everyone. I wasn't expecting 50 minutes for the highlight video (I'll watch it at another time 😅).

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Of course, Azzi was MVP of another championship game.

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When can I see her play again? I miss her shot so fucking much😭.

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Give us Houzmazoo as a commentator in the NCAA, he's so entertaining: "oh that's far enough" "tough" "step back, shot *lol*" "good D, that's the match up".

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Fudd’s footwork in drills is just about always the same, which is to say it’s almost always perfect. The way she catches the ball and shoots it? Same every time, whether 10 or 25 feet from the basket. “Azzi just walks around like she’s good,” Auriemma said Thursday outside Gampel Pavilion

Geno is going to play her 30 minutes per game, isn't he? He loves Azzi too much 😌.

“All we have to do is get her open,” Auriemma said a couple weeks ago. “Boom, boom, boom. It’s up in the air before you can get your hands up. Swish, swish, swish. Right in (the defender’s) face. Her free throws and her shots from three feet beyond the 3-point line are exactly the same, no difference, no added anything, same routine. A lot of it is God given. A lot of it is her working her butt off every day. I don’t say anything about her shot other than ‘Good job.’”

The Bueckers-Fudd era has begun — almost. (we're having it this year 💫)

Fudd landed on the Huskies’ radar as a seventh-grader, and took an unofficial visit to Storrs during her freshman year at St. John’s College High School in Washington, D.C.

I don't even have to say anything about this 🤠:

Fudd and Bueckers are nearly inseparable. They’ve been spending most weekends together since UConn’s season ended, working out privately with Alex McLean, an assistant coach with the NBA’s Washington Wizards.

“They’re very, very close. They’re also extremely competitive with each other, which you would expect,” Scribner said. “While they’re great, great friends, they both want to beat each other on the court.”

#reading your asks like my morning paper #azzi fudd

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