#not just aaliyah Edwards’s call but all the game. and not just this game but the whole damn tourney. the refs have been CRAZY
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waterlilyvioletfog · 8 months ago
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Every day I wake up and experience the highs and lows of college basketball.
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yannafilms · 3 months ago
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AALIYAH EDWARDS HEAD CANNONS????
—Aaliyah Edwards headcanons
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From yanna: New theme! I’m back to writing again🥳
• Loves cuddling you will cuddle you all day
• Loves listening to you talk
• If anything would happen to her though the day once she gets home she tells you immediately
• Calls you her wife
• Kisses your hand when ever y’all just sitting with each other
• After ever game the first thing she does is come and hug you
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fruitbasketball · 1 year ago
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okay i think we all know they could’ve dropped a cool 100 piece and if paige and azzi had been playing more minutes they fuckin would have
1. that’s that backcourt duo we’ve been waiting for i know y’all saw that Paige Bueckers Assist to azzi motherfucker we are so. fucking. BACK. and y’all saw the up in the air dimes!! the behind the backs!! that’s my shit right there mhm mhm mhm
2. agree heavy w @pb5-a35 azzi needs to start pulling it, put up 25 per game bro, put up 30 i DONT CARE just shoot the fucking rock
3. ashlynn’s feet on defense??? baby girl can MOVE she was locking them up ugh so proud already nika taught her so well
4. ICE BRADYYYYY FIRST MINUTES AS A HUSKY I KNOW Y’ALL SAW THAT POST ACTION
5. bro kk is so fast and shifty someone call rob dillingham tell him his job is taken now
6. qadence babes we can do better
7. amari minutes i was just happy about it
8. OKAY AUBREY BIG GUARDDDDDD
9. aaliyah edwards the woman you are but if you ever take a 3 like that again during the season i will turn off my fucking tv you ate tho. the up and under??? beautiful. fucking POETRY.
seeing paige on the court in a uconn jersey genuinely made me tear up a bit (ask @sellaspeaks) but ROLL SKIES BABY ITS OUR SEASONNNN
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imaginespazzi · 9 days ago
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Hiya bestie :D
Right it was so nice to just be able to walk around the whole time while visiting. Granted in some layers, its Nov after all. I just turn into the most dramatic baby when cold! Like Azzi yelling for Paige in Ted’s but sober lol.
YES we do(throws hands up at universe)! But youre telling that to the wrong person in this pair.. you know Im at wifeys beck and call. Maybe adding French to my repertoire, with your kind assistance, would help out 🇫🇷😅
Please the sooner the better for next GH update given the way Ch 11 went/ended. Or am I asking for more temporary anguish?
Yeah only kind of noteworthy ish "upsets" that come to mind are Harvard over Hoosiers and Illini beating FSU. Clearly majority of teams still understandably putting things together. Just wondering, have you caught any of UK 🏀 yet? I havent yet but would but curious of your impression of Georgia & co so far. (Nothing fun to yap about off court, but cant stray too long from our roots ha)
Paige's stories were too good. A perfect mix of pics. BDay among the grandparents was so domestic and cutesy. Thats really is her precious princess! Def looking forward to seeing the game vs UNC as well, hope its a great watch
And hyperventilating about the draft lottery Sunday. I have nothing disparaging to say about LA or Dallas, but you know Im hoping and praying w everything that the Mystics end up with the #1 from the draw. It will be nice just to get that done in the end tho and have a little less unknown.
Happy almost Friday -☕️
Hi bestieeee
You're so real. I literally cannot do a cold vacation like if any part of me is freezing then I'm not having fun.
Lemme tell her real quick to get her shit together because imo y'all belong together tee hee.
Yeah not too many great upsets but as I'm replying to you, TCU is up 10 on NC State so we'll see. Indiana beat Stanford but idk if that's that big of an upset? But hopefully we'll see some good ones soon!
This is great timing cause I watched the UK vs Louisville game (OT!!) last night and I guess my general thoughts are that Teonni Key looks so great for them and her and Clara Strack are a great duo. Georgia almost had a triple double....with turnovers and I'm a little fearful for her in SEC play.
The UNC game was not a fun watch but hopefully the draft will be and Aaliyah Edwards and the power of friendship will get us the outcome we deserve!!!
Also adding your latest ask here
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They're just so domestic it's adorable and Azzi's so mom-coded, sometimes, it's so funny.
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gayforpaige · 4 months ago
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Paige x Azzi
A/N: Hey guys! I have this posted on wattpad but just posting it here cause I haven’t really been on that app in a couple months! Anyways, let me know thoughts in the comments and if I should write a second part ! Also I couldn’t be bothered to double check my spelling so bare with me 🙏
Warnings: drinking, kissing, hickeys
After a sad ending to an eventful season, the Uconn women’s basketball team found themselves in the gym getting warmed up for their first practice back. For Paige Bueckers, a red shirt junior, returning for her fifth year, she was conflicted between all of the emotions running through her mind. On one hand, she was absolutely devastated knowing that when she would look around the room, Nika Muhl and Aaliyah Edwards, her teammates from the year before wouldn’t be there. On the other, she was excited for many reasons like getting to know the new freshman class, getting ready for the upcoming season and she was thrilled to finally and hopefully play a full season with Azzi Fudd, her long time best friend who was coming back from an injury. Azzi was just as thrilled to be coming back but she was also terrified of what was going to come, she was struggling to find her rhythm and return to the athlete that she once was. She promised herself that during this offseason she would work on both her skills and her confidence to hopefully come back stronger than she had left. 
Paige was a 6’0 blonde girl with the prettiest blue eyes most had ever seen. She had a muscular build, perfect arms, perfect legs, really she had a perfect body. She was known as the best women’s basketball player on the Uconn basketball team and would probably leave as one of the greatest to ever walk through the doors of the school. Azzi was a 5’11 light skin girl with a smile that could light up the world. She was known as a shooter and even Stephen Curry had credited her with the best shooting form he’d ever seen. Both girls together were a dynamic duo and had a connection that most teammates could only develop after years of practicing together but with Paige and Azzi, it had been automatic after only one meeting. 
Geno walked into the gym with his usual angry expression that had earned him the nickname “the grandpa from up” from Nika last year.
“Let’s pray he doesn’t make us run” Paige whispered to Azzi, Kk Arnold and Ice Brady earning a small laugh from all the girls.
“Alright girls, today is going to be a little different from our regular practices. We are entering a new season without Nika and Aaliyah who we all considered great leaders to this team and we are being joined by a handful of new teammates. For the next few practices we will be working on our team bond meaning we will be strengthening bonds that already exist between each other but we will also work on getting closer with the ones we do not know as well. For today’s exercises, I’ve placed everyone of you in teams of two and each of you will be either asking each other questions or fulfilling activities that should help you bond. It’s basically the game of 20 questions as you like to call it but we will be going into a deeper perspective during these questions that have already been decided based on who will be your partner”, Geno states. 
He then went on to naming teams - Ice and Kk, Ashlyn and Allie, Aubrey and Morgan… and lastly Paige and Azzi. Both girls were pleased to be with each other considering they had been best friends for almost seven years. They went to sit down in the far corner of the gym following the instructions given by their coach as to obtain the most privacy possible. Paige was wondering what questions they could possibly have to ask each other to fulfill the task of getting to know each other on a deeper level seeing as how they already connected of everything possible. Geno came over to them and handed them a stack of cards containing questions that had been submitted by the team managers, non athletes Uconn student.
“Alright question one: What is the one thing you admire the most about the other regarding the concept of your relationship?” Azzi read out looking up to Paige indicating her to answer the question first.
“That’s an easy one, I admire how you complete me” she said without diving into detail.
“What does that even mean” Azzi answered laughing.
“I don’t know how to explain it, it’s like you’re literally my other my half. I talk too much and you tell me when to shut up, I’m always agitated and you know how to calm me down, I’m always confused and you make it make sense, I’m always hungry and you know what I want to eat. Two peas in pot.” Paige said smirking and raising her arms up in the air, stretching her back and shoulders. She was wearing a navy blue practice shirt that made her ocean blue eyes stand out and a matching pair of practice shorts that she had rolled a couple times making them rest low on her waist. Azzi watched as her shirt rose when she lifted her arms, displaying her carved stomach and the muscles she had continued to gain. Paige noticed her eying her and for some reason felt a tinge of pride knowing that the work she put into her body had and effect on others. “Your turn to answer the question”.
“I like that you don’t pressure me. I mean you like to hang out all the time with the girls and I don’t, sometimes I prefer quiet and being by myself and I’m thankful that you let me have my space without trying to force me to hangout with you guys” Azzi said smiling at her blonde friend, her brown eyes full of admiration. Paige smiled back before asking the next question.
“What is something you either dislike about the other person or wish you could change about your relationship?” Paige read to her curly haired friend. 
“Sometimes I feel like you’re embarrassed to be seen with me. I know that people are constantly assuming our sexualities and the nature of our relationship and I find that since the rumours started you’ve been avoiding me as soon as a camera is in sight” Azzi admitted finally getting her confession off her chest. She looked down to the floor embarrassed not meeting her fiends eyes. Paige felt saddened hearing those words come out of Azzi’s mouth and seeing the way those feelings were so evident on her friend’s face. She reached out and grabbed Azzi’s legs pulling her closer to her. She used her hand to lift her chin to meet her eyes. 
“I thought all the assumptions made you uncomfortable I mean I know you don’t like being on social media so I thought if I stayed sway from you when people were filming  eventually the rumours would stop and you’d be confortable around me again” she said starring deep into the others girl’s eyes. Azzi’s gaze softened as she relaxed knowing that her best friend didn’t want to get rid of her.
“Quite frankly I don’t care about what they make up about my life and I don’t care if they want to pretend we’re dating, I just don’t want you to ever shut me out and I don’t want you to push me away” Azzi said grabbing Paige’s free hand with both of hers. 
“Okay I’m sorry I will no longer push you away” Paige said softly caressing Azzi’s cheek both girls completely lost in their eyes. Snapping back to reality, Azzi dropped her head to her chest making Paige removed her hand from her face. “My turn?” Azzi nodded.
“I wish you would let me 100% in, I tell you everything that ever crosses my mind and I feel like sometimes you’re hiding things from me and I mean you can have secrets I dont mean everything but I guys I mean I don’t want to have to guess if you’re feeling up to seeing us or if you’d prefer being ignored I just want you to tell me how you’re feeling. Sometimes I can’t tell if you just want to be alone if you don’t want to be with me” she said.
“Okay I’ll try harder communicating with you” she said lightening up the mood with a smille. They continued with the rest of the questions and they were now down to the last card. Azzi picked it up.
“Okay this one isn’t a question. It says: Looking into a mirror, point out you’re insecurities to your partner and help the other get over them. Dorms?” Azzi asked looking at Paige to which she received a nod and off we went to the bathroom in our dorm room.
“You’re turn to go first” Azzi said.
“I don’t know if I’m honest, I’ve gotten so much more comfortable with myself this year I guess the only thing I’m still working on is muscle. I have gotten stronger but I don’t want to be a skinny kid and I want to play more physical so I guess that’s the only thing I’d want to change” Paige said while looking at herself in the mirror. 
“Well like you said it’s a good thing you can change that and with your work ethic I don’t think it’ll take much longer to get to your goal even if you’re body looks amazing as it is already” Azzi answered her friend while eying the blonde girls body. Paige caught her checking her out through the mirror and smirked to herself going red. 
Paige watched Azzi look over herself in the mirror, her hands subconsciously rising up to her stomach. Without needing to say anything, Paige placed herself behind the girl and wrapped her arms around the younger girls waist, setting her head on the girls shoulder. 
“You are the prettiest girl I will ever come across and there’s nothing you could ever change about yourself that could make you prettier, you’ve already reached perfection” Paige whispered in her ear in a low tone sending a shiver down the other girl’s body. Turning her head to look into the mirror, the girls eyes locked. When Paige turned her head back towards Azzi’s neck, her lips hovering over her skin, inhaling her vanilla perfume and closing her eyes, something shifted in the mood. At that moment, the main door to their dorm opened and the sound of many girls laughing could be heard. Coming back to reality, the girls practically jumped to the opposite side of the bathroom, Paige rushing out of the room altogether.
Out in the home room belonging to Paige, Azzi, Kk and Ice, every girl in the team was sitting around talking about the activity they had just performed and the ones that would come. Azzi was sitting next to Caroline and Allie on the couch while Paige made a point of being as far away from her, sitting at the table situated on the opposite side of the room with Jana and Kk. 
The blonde girl had decided to completely ignore the situation and just pretend it never happened. Even if she chose to pretend the past couple minutes hadn’t occurred, her eyes were drawn to the brunette girl sitting opposite from her who refused to look up from her phone if she wasn’t engaged in conversation with her other teammates. The one time that Azzi lifted her head to sneak a glance at Pige, their eyes met. Paige had always been known for being a girl that wasn’t affected by eye contact, often she was the one that initiated it. Not wanting to appear weak, Azzi held her gaze locked into her blonde friend’s. Shockingly, Paige’s cheeks went red and she put her head down flustered. Azzi had always known that Paige had that affect on every boy and girl they came across, even herself but she had never seen her as more then her very  attractive best friend. Azzi was also a very pretty girl who also caught the people’s eye having being nicknamed the people’s princess. She knew that people didn’t only come to watch her play basketball but rather because she was just another pretty girl in a uniform but she was pleased to know that she also had a similar affect on Paige. 
Azzi didn’t know how to feel about what had just happened with her closest friend. Paige had always been stuck in the younger girls mind ever since the first time they met during their olympic trial practices years ago. The way she saw it, she could either ignore it or confront it but how she would do that she didn’t even know. She didn’t know how she felt about what had happened. She didn’t know how to react to the feeling of Paiges’s breath coming down on her skin, the feeling of Paige’s lips hanging above her bare shoulder. She didn’t know how to intake the gaze full of emotion, the feeling of her arms wrapping around her body, how she fit perfectly into Paige’s body as if they had once been molded together. Looking at Paige across the room, everything that had happened flashed vividly through her mind. Her heart clenched watching the blonde girl smile and laugh at the other girls jokes while she avoided Azzi’s eyes as much as she could but when their eyes did cross paths, looking away was the most difficult thing to do. 
Later that night the girls decided to go out to a close by bar. Neither of the two girls had spoken to each other in hours but maybe that would change tonight. Paige had decided on a pair of black cargo pants and a loose white t shirt, opting for a more masculine style. Azzi had decided on a similar black pair of pants and a bright green tank top with an open back. While Ice and Kk were waiting in Azzi’s room, Paige had just finished drying her hair and was now heading over to meet with the other three girls. When she walked in she was met with her younger friend doing her makeup in the bathroom where they had shared their last moments together. Feeling bold she walked into the smaller room, leaning against the counter right beside Azzi, her back facing the miroir. 
“You look good” she said nonchalantly, eyeing her friend from head to toe and not being discreet about it. 
“You’re not so bad yourself Bueckers” was Azzi’s response, keeping her eyes facing the mirror on the wand of her mascara not daring to look at the blonde girl, scared she would fold. 
The taller girl laughed to herself before exiting the room but not without letting her fingers skim Azzi’s waist, automatically feeling the shiver run through her body. 
When Azzi finally walks out indicating that she is ready to leave, sitting on the couch is Paige and the two other girls all laughing together. Paige’s arm is resting on the back of the couch, right behind Ice’s shoulders. Her legs are spread apart while her other hand resting on her thigh. It’s definitely a sight to see. They had decided to take Paige’s car and by tradition Azzi was in the passengers seat truly owning up to the title of the princess. She was also on aux which was why she was surprised when Paige handed her phone to the girl. 
“Password?” she asked.
“Your birthday” Paige answered automatically shocking Azzi. When she put in the digits to her birthday, the phone opened. She smiled to herself knowing that she was important enough to the girl sitting next to her.  
For the rest of the car ride, the four girls sang their hearts out to every song that Azzi chose. Paige parked next to the other two girls on her team who had drove the rest of their teammates to the club. Walking through the doors, they spotted the rest of the girls already sitting at a booth and made their way over to them. 
Paige
Nobody knew of my sexuality since I had never made it public but that never stopped people from assuming I was into girls. However, they were not wrong. Having grown in a women’s sport full of probably the world prettiest creations, it hadn’t taken long for me to know that men were the furthest thing from attractive. It was still a little surreal to me that people really wanted me so when people came up to me the second I walked into the club, I had to remind myself that this was part of the public image I had made for myself. For some reason, men where the ones coming up to me left and right even though I pretty much gave of the lesbian vibes from miles away. Not wanting to seem rude, I entertained the conversation while my friends made their way further in the building, trying to politely pull away and go join the group. When I finally got away, the girls had dispersed into groups across the room, some of them dancing, others drinking, only Azzi wasn’t anywhere in sight. Looking around I found her on the dance floor with a blonde girl probably the same height as her. My heart dropped at the sight for some reason. We had always been super close friends but we had a weird relationship. Neither of us had dated other people since we’d met each other so we’d never talked about our sexualities but Id always assumed she was straight. It confused me why all of a sudden I felt annoyed at the sight of her talking to another girl knowing that it was probably a new friend. I sat down with my teammates and tried to engage in the conversation but all I could do was watch the two girls dance together. It seemed like hours had passed before Azzi finally pulled away and walked back to the table.
“That looked cozy” Caroline joked making all the girls laugh and Azzi blush. She blushed. BLUSHED. 
“It was nothing let’s not think too much about it” Azzi said shutting down the thought of her and that girl. 
“Oh come on she was basically begging for you to kiss her” Kk said dramatically, leading all the girls to agree with her. 
“I was just not to attracted to her you know” Azzi answered, sitting down in the open spot next to me while taking a sip of my drink, a shirley temple. 
“You got someone else in mind?” Kk asked, earning no verbal response but only a smirk. 
So to cover what I had learned from this very confusing night - Azzi was into girls, Azzi was not into that blonde girl, Azzi was not into me because I’m also a blonde girl and Azzi has her sights on someone. I don’t know why the realization that my closest friend not being interested in me seemed to be the most gut wrenching news Id heard all week but I just decided to drink the pain away. I got up from my seat and headed over to the bar where I ordered several shots. 
Azzi
I watched as Paige took 4 shots, then 5 and then 6 before I finally made my way over. We hadn’t spoken since earlier today in our bathroom so I just decided to blame the alcohol in my system for my sudden boldness. Just as she went to grab her seventh shot, I took it from her and drank it myself. She turned to face me. 
“What’s up with you” I asked.
“Nothing” she answered back. 
“Don’t lie to me Paige” I told her stepping between her open legs. 
“You like someone?” she asked, changing the subject. 
“I don’t know, maybe. You?” I told her knowing she probably wasn’t going to remember this conversation. 
“Maybe” was all she answered with a smirk spreading across her face. I ordered a couple shots for myself before dragging the blonde girl onto the dance floor with me. 
What had started as innocent dancing slowing turned into something more when her hands found my hips and my back was flat against her chest. With the alcohol kicking in, neither of us were paying too much attention to where our hands would land on the others body. For the second time today, Paige’s lips rested right above my bare shoulder travelling to my neck to finally find my ear. 
“Let’s go” she pleaded, slurring her words. Everything in me screamed not to take her up on that request but my legs grew a mind of their own. 
We called an uber to drive us back to our dorm. The entire car ride, I could feel my heart racing and my head spinning. I’d sat in the middle of the back seat to be as close to her as I could. I was leaning on her, my head resting on her shoulder while her hand drew shapes on my expose skin. When we got to our dorm, all of the warning I was sending myself vanished. When the door closed, my back found the wall and a pair of lips crashed onto mine. I could taste the alcohol on her tongue and I knew she was tasting the same from me. Her hands travelled from my neck to my back, the presence of her touch far too noticeable from the lack of fabric covering the area. Her fingers pressed into my skin leaving their presence whenever they moved. The kiss was passionate and rough, both of us fighting for dominance. My hands were in her hair, pulling her face to an angle to deepen the kiss. 
Her lips were pink and swollen when we finally pulled away for air and while I tried to catch my breath, she took it from me again when she attached her mouth to my neck attacking my skin. When she got down to my collar bone and chest the soft kissing turned into sucking, guaranteeing a mark tomorrow morning. She lowered herself onto her knees the more her kissed got lower onto my body. When she reached the waistband of my pants, my mind sobered up. Softly pushing her off me, I looked down at the confused girl below me. 
“We can’t, as much as I want too, you’re drunk” I told her. She had always been a lightweight so the effects of whatever she had drunk were still pretty strong but she still understood my words and got up. Cupping my face in her hands, she whispered, “Stay with me tonight”.
I nodded and followed her into her room. While she changed into her pyjamas, I borrowed a pair of her softer lounge shorts and a hoodie. Looking at myself in the mirror on the front of her closet, I could see a trail of hickeys across my chest. Pulling down her sweatshirt, I was reassured knowing that they were fully covered. I turned around to find a almost asleep Paige lying in her bed looking at me. With a small smile I joined her in bed, my back to her, not being able to face her right now. Still, her arms wrapped around my waist pulling me closer and her head nuzzled into the crook of my neck. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep after that. However for me, I was up for hours after questioning what would happen tomorrow morning. 
I had never looked at Paige like that. I had never seen her as more than a friend. Sure she had always been pretty and charming but that was the extent of it. Tonight, kissing her felt right. I wasn’t sure whether it was the alcohol talking or if I was being honest with myself. Ignoring the small moment from earlier was one thing but ignoring the whole make out session she had just had with the girl sleeping beside her was another. Would she regret it? Would she be mad at me? Would this end our friendship?  I didn't know what to
expect but all the overthinking ended up sending me to sleep. 
When I woke up the next morning, we were still laying in the same position as last night. My head hurt but not as bad as I thought it would. Paige had woken up before me and was scrolling on her phone with her volume at the lowest setting. I turned to look at, the closeness of our faces sending a shiver down my spine. 
“Good morning” she whispered. 
“How are you feeling” I asked her. There was no feeling of awkwardness between us to my surprise. 
“My head hurts like hell. I can still taste the alcohol in my mouth” she mumbled, turning on her back and conversing her eyes with her hands. “I can’t remember anything, what the hell did I drink” 
There it was. That sentence defined how our relationship would go forward. 
“You don’t remember anything?” I asked her. 
“I remember you and that girl, heading to the bar and then seeing you but after it’s a blank” she stated. “I didn’t do anything stupid right?” 
We stayed in silence for a moment, Paige racking her mind for any memories of last night while I replayed every second. The feeling of her lips on mine, on my body, the feeling of her hands in my hair, on my skin was setting me on fire. I didn’t know her true feelings about what had happened and now that she didn’t even remember, I never would know them. There was no purpose in me telling her if she couldn’t even relive them for herself. So I kept it to myself.
“Nothing stupid that I can remember” I told her. 
“Can we stay in bed for a little longer?” she asked, begging. 
We didn’t have anything planned for today seeing as how this was our one day off for the week, so I nodded, also needing the extra rest. What I didn’t expect was for her to turn back on to her side and hid her face into my neck, wrapping her arms around my waist, holding me tight and close. 
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mysticscrystalrevelation · 6 months ago
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Game 10 Concentrated Thurs, June 6 7pm EDT Chicago @ Washington
Starting: WASH: Atkins, Dolson, Edwards, Samuelson, Vanloo (Sykes out with ankle injury, Austin injury rest?) CHI: DeShields, Evans, Mabrey, Reese, Williams
1st Quarter Always GREAT to see former Mystic Elizabeth Williams among a just plain excellent cast of characters for the Sky. Edwards makes good cuts, she's never stagnant. Three straight possessions we find her under the hoop for the easiest $2—forcing the Sky to huddle up and figure out a response. For the first time in quite a few games, the early energy among DC players is HYPE. Stef just twirled Shakira. The best part about home games is obviously the TOP two voices in sports: the legendary, always flawlessly attired Meghan McPeak and Christy Winters-Scott. <3 <3 JVL playing with a wrapped thumb tonight, doesn't appear to be slowing her down. Edwards' jumper gives her 8 after 3 mins, 100% of our scoring power. Karlie joins the fun with a corner 3 undeterred by a leaping Diamond DeShields. Sky with only 3 pts. A miss, a moving screen, and a lost ball from us and the Sky have made up the difference. Shatori, Yish, and Jade in. We're getting some steals and stops but a bit light on offense. Cardoso is fast at 6'7". Refs starting to get frisky with the whistles. Jade misses a free throw, gets her own and puts it right up to end the 1st 21-15.
2nd Quarter I've been thinking it all year and it's time to say it: Dana Evans is not playing around this season. Respectfully, she wasn't messing around last year either but it's a vector not a point, you know? Our bench struggling against good Sky defense to start the 2nd and they tie it up. It's not pretty right now, whistles, misses, no flow both ends. Shatori hypes the crowd up with a move and a jumper. Engstler with some first-half minutes today and gets a block. We find Aaliyah under the hoop next play and it's starting to look more like the first quarter. Eeeeeeverybody touches the ball and Earl downs the trey. Cardoso to Reese just playing above the heads of everyone—can't let that take off. Shatori jukes, pulls up, scores. Cardoso to Reese repeat and Eric calls time to solve it. Starting line returns. JVL is left alone -> layup. Chennedy with some tuff buckets here in the second. JVL finds Edwards, who drops it in and then gets a block on Reese the other way. Still Sky ball and she gets ANOTHER block on Cardoso this time. Ooh Chennedy heating up, getting what she wants. It's 41-35. Aaliyah is 7 of 7. Stef hits a three, closing the half 44-35.
3rd Quarter Patience continues to pay off on O as we eventually get someone lonely under the hoop. Elizabeth Williams out with knee injury (didn't see it) get better quick E! I was wondering about the extended minutes for Cardoso as she's coming back from injury herself. I'd love to see DiDi get in here. Go-go is rocking the house but the Sky get the D and a Mabrey 3. Some consecutive empty possessions and the lead shrinks to 3. We have let go too soon of what was working—slipping a player to the hoop. Aaliyah with a big block hopefully driving a momentum shift. Sky within 1. The hoop is not accepting shots on the DC end. Foul shots give Chicago the lead. A Capital P Painful 16-0 run. Myisha breaks the curse. Jade leaps and goes sliding off into the crowd "safe at third" according to Meghan lol. Edwards making a tough shot here and we're even at 54. Criminally underrated Izzy Harrison with 6 quick points. Turnover and Angel Reese and-1 and we need a timeout with just 50 seconds left in the quarter, dragging by 6 prior to the foul shot. Reese misses the extra but we turn it over right away. 54-60. Only 10 points in the quarter for DC.
4th Quarter Shatori doing all the scoring for us by drawing fouls. We are struggling to get stops the other way. 58-64. A couple Sky misses match ours and things aren't pretty right now. Ariel shows her toughness for 2 and then we get a defensive rebound, but turn it over on a push off. Earl gets the steal and will go to the line after her shot attempt. 61-64 with 5 minutes remaining. Chennedy gets another tough bucket and she has 19 for Chicago. Things are not pretty at all. Back-to-back turns and the Sky's 2-pt lead becomes 6. 2:22 to play. Ugly gets uglier—Earl misses both free throws, Chennedy gets a shot and then we turn it over. We can't seem to find the net. 71-79. We have lost all 10 games! Nothing to say about that at this point. Aaliyah Edwards with a double-double.
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I’m a Lana, Mitski, Melanie, Ayesha, City Girls, Nicki, Ari, britney, Lady Gaga, Miley, Rihanna, Megan, Aaliyah, Tinashe, SZA, Ethel Cain, type guy
I also like reggaeton experimental and regular reggaeton
I’m also a Björk, Arca, Sophie type guy
I do want to broaden my horizons and listen to different genres. I am starting to listen to some K-pop. I wanna listen to more rock, metal, and rap. Give me recommendations on that type of music 🫶
Interests:
Basicly anything girly
Love girly stuff, fashion, horror, art, movies, dolls, models, Victoria’s Secret, all the girlblogger stuff, house plants, and I’m a horse girl 🎠🎀
I collect Breyer horses. They are these model horses. They are only thing I am an expert in. Love them so much.
I’m not really an expert in any of the rest of my interests sorry
I love self improvement type blogs
I don’t usually posts vents but if I do they are mild
I do wanna watch more Novelas and anime so give me recommendations for that
Currently reading:
My reads:
The picture of Dorian gray
Alice in wonderland
Alice through the looking glass
Dracula
Ichabod crane
The black stallion
Black beauty
Edward Tulane
The hunger games (the 3)
My dark Vanessa
The house on mango street
The woman in me (Britney Spears book)
The phantom of the opera
Valley of the dolls
Call me by your name
Things fall apart
The virgin suicides
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Twilight Suzuka by Antigone aka shelina chapman
Wednesday, March 3, 2021
8:21 AM
Chapter One: The fairytale character
My thoughts are to bleed like a mad soul in twine, I say to myself . The voices in my sczhorphrenic head are waging war with. God had told me, long before he gave me sczhorprenia, that I was the Holy Grail.
I could control my fears…but could I control Him? I try to. He only laughed. He would say my Holy Grail was of two naked women in a cup, meaning superficially, I was a Lesbian.--which I, at least to my virgin Knowledge was not.
I listen to Supermassive Black Hole by Muse from the Stephanie Meyer's inspired "Twilight" films. I never watch them, I only read. Reading is ALL I ever do…Either that, or sit around and do nothing but sleep in.
I but on  a show in my room as I begin to drift in the world of Real Emotion. My thoughts are luminous. My feeling sore and defiled. I have no EMOTION, I tell myself. My emotions are just that bare a popsicle stick.
I do not watch television, however I do play games on the PlayStation 2 every now and then. My room was a mess, so I reluctantly decide to start cleaning it. My head then fills with the after effects of the amorphic gassy and fizzy feeling of medicinal lightheadedness from not taking my prescription for fears that I may be poison myself with the image of bilateral fusion with Piper and Picus. Piper an Picus are a sedative for making ends met. That is what the gods of Mt. Olympus keeping murmuring, not to me, but about me and me being able to hear the voices of the dead.
No one outside the animal world knows of me and the power vested within. And even that has its shortcomings. That is because the presence of good and evil are everywhere, not just within Man but within Nature. Take that as my experience with my imagination, calling itself Abolisk the Tormentor, or my menial term Imagination, and you get bitter sweet Choas.
I lead with my mind not with my heart.
I can speak to the animal, that is one of the abilities I have. I can shape change, however, I can only complete translation only under certain circumstances. Such things include the Heart judging, as if I would ever allow myself to lead up to that. The heart can fool me, and with a mind like mine, why base everything on love and beauty of your typical Ares woman? I lead with my mind not with my heart. I think a strong mind wields a stronger body and a mind is a terrible ting to waste.
I practice playing games to support myself in battling those mysterious shadows that prey on the weak-minded or the passive. It is the art of war using residual thinking, positive reinforcement, and learning and probability. I practice reviewing school interludes that I used to know before I had graduated before being affected with the mental illness sczhorprenia.
With my eyes wide shut, I would imagine whole new worlds of adventure I read about in books to the point my father thinks it does not do me any good. My imagination is so vivid, its self-aware and able to come to reality. That is when I find out not only I could stop time, but also move back and forth through it in sleep mode.
I call my intuitions "Memory", "Memory", "Melody", "Mnesesyne" or in assimilated order. I had built a time machine, in which Pegasus interrupted and took that away. I have invented time travel back to the Cretaceous Period where my dinosaur dream avatars would be only to discover that all my dreams are real by the message of Allah.
My dreams are amphitoads, now. They spiral out of control. I have dreams of the god of the Underworld as Edward Cullens, his own reincarnation
Edward was an underworld, fairy dream that I ran into in my soon-to-be nightmares while Hades, was my day-to-day reality. He rarely ever bothered Cerberus, the demon-dog of Hell as they walked side-by-side on the Earth saying that they ruled the Netherworld. Cerberus would be in the disguise of a normal animated, Labrador or a human musician.
He kept close to the ghost of Aaliyah and the figurine of Missy Elliot. His association with the canine world was unprecedented. He would really blow them away, especially Charlie Barkin and Elizabeth Taylor, two other angelic dogs caught up in the Netherworld.
I pause. Cerberus thinks to himself again. He understands everything I have been saying. He smiles in his dog-gone smirk that "…the chimney between us goes far as it is wide. Don't it??"
I listen to myself think again for a while. Maybe I can make a new platform hit of Death for Sailor Pluto's planet.
Cerberus thinks to himself again.
My eyes feel watery. I wipe them clean. I begin to think of a more innovative "death". I summon up the courage to challenge my of "life".
I hear Pluto say to himself, "the Garment Grid ain't what it used to be," and then mumble on.
As apparent as the legendary Darla Dimple would have said, "I'm not worthwhile." And that's only because Mary Magdalene poised a threat to her foundering youth.
I want to know about You, I tell myself. Then, I see her: my other self, my other Isabella Swan. Her name was Nadene, alias Christine Howard or Christine steward or whatever, and she looked exactly like myself even thought she was a complete stranger. I got along with her, yeah, uh-huh, but because I was Black and she was Pilipino, my dear Hades sided that white was right and began flirting with her.
He gives me a pat on the thigh and smiles, "I know what you're thinking….?"
"What?"
"You're hunting rabbits," he laughed.
I pretend to be Sailor Pluto from Sailor Moon and guard the invisible gate of Time found in my virgina. Amused, as always, my infrivoulous and infractilous admiration of Pluto goes ten-to-one, even if Isabella is there.
Morning rises, suns set.
The dead walk the earth.
Morning, noon, and night I
Pray, thou befoul my
Epidiifs Earth
Naked, cold, and wandering
A virgin lights a candle.
So black that she utters slurs that.
Transpire as the evening shadows.
Hearts are one, and seasons baring.
And she continues to count backwards.
Time moves on without her.
A high and mighty virgin
Sacrifice….
The cold is baring. The seasons are neigh.
I have no home but the Virgin Mary inside.
I make love to by virgin lover, whose eyes see
Nothing—hear nothing—knows all.
My pilgrimage is one and I am baring the fruits of
Heaven just as my forefathers have done.
Who am I? I am “Padme”.
Miracles are a thing that I have only known.
When I once loved Hades, I felt the world tremble.
---We both love Hades—that is what she said. The female
Goddess of Memory that would be my shadow….and me
Reincarnation. In about 3000 years, Hades and I shall meet again.
I shall be Isabella Swan and he shall be my Edward Cullens from the book
And the movie Twilight by Stephanie Meyers. I was a force bearer, a bearer of
Words and symbols, phrases, and metaphors.
Her name was Isabella Swan the exact Swan of the Final Fantasy.
This world is my world—a world of endless books and writing, a world of letters and dementia. I am author and narrator of the Story—the story being the Story and or stories of my own life or the lives of others. I am free and independent. I am an Ares woman. My real name is Shelina Denise Chapman, and I am an honorary 34-year-old virgin, African-American woman with sczhorprehenia. I can be driven to bouts of paranoia and hernia. My lips are red, and my fingers are forever busy typing new stories that my disease keep calling a Greek-Norse myth. I love to read and to write stories. I have been doing these habits and hobbies since I was in the first grade.
When I once loved Hades, I felt the world tremble.
Back when I was a teenager, it was much easier to write and read, otherwise go ahead a write by hand everything I needed Sometimes I would write in my diary and make it into a fantasy story; other times, when I was busy masturbating, I would write about the whole sexual impulse on screen. I have never had a companion; I have feeling morally applicable that I would not need one.
I keep hearing the supernatural, and have a hard time pinpointing my thoughts with my mind. I can hear them as I think, I can see them as I was—the walking dead.  I like and I love to dream and imagine new possibilities and new ideas as well as some newly fabricated technologies and nurturing old ones. Like the telephone! I am the reason why the supernatural have telecommunications, let alone their own souls.
Deep into the passageways of fallen Roman warriors, stood the mighty Disney’s Hercules. His physical statue was otherworldly, with both nimble and grace along a pleasant night sheath. I am Disney’s Esmerelda from The Hunchback of Notre Dame animated film, and I am flabbergasted as to the virtue and maiden aura of this animated godly marvel. Why, oh, why, must I be the splendor one?
“Cupid’s arrows reach you Hades?” a voice familiar to me said from behind. It was Hermes, dressed in fine Latin-American clothing fit for the 21st century this is.
I shake my head to arouse suspicion, “Naw.” The curly -waxed figurine of the black-haired, middle-aged man comes to focus.
So, he is fat too, the Prophet said in her mind thinking from the safety of her own mind. Her name was simply Minerva Backster’s.
“Cupid couldn’t find me at 100% maximum,” he said as he nodded. He shook his head at the tall Roman figure, “Like to tower them nuts for the pack’s their worth.”
They laugh.
I find their flakiness disturbing and harmonic, a pertinence for the admiration yet conservativism of their homosexuality.
I am alone again. My head begins to hurt. I envision myself taking medicine for my needless-to-say sczhorprenia, as well as for the psychic anomaly I pose by strengthening it up. For an instance, I thought I saw Death; a shy smug figure of a Titan named Baby—Baby New Year.
Upon Me Again
Morning rises, suns set.
There are thoughts.
Which crossed my mind?
That fathom not suggestion
But the absence of Time==
Thoughts that are pending, thoughts
That are uplifting— ME.
I take a whisper of sand in my Holy Grail,
And call it Edith Blasphemy.
Such radiance designed by air.
Such vigor
I know not why nor where.
Am I the downfall?
Am I the anticipation?
No one knows why nor
Cares.
But here—But where?
But downfall. Down, down
The river bends a mermaid summoner.
Summoning up Elysian fields.
The mermaid listens—I pray.
Her fin turns to legs, and I ravish her.
She swears at me up and down.
I laugh.
I laugh…
“‘He and his shoulder blades were curving; a mixture of piper and Picus, They were.
Up against the dreariest place, I would imagine.
A ceinture of a void, seldom looked at and pronounced dead.’
Less time is available here, I begin to think to myself. And surely, if actions speak louder than words,
Then so do I-- The intelligence of the human Bible.
A short while later, my arms are wrapped in plenti. I have no mercy for the Lord whatsoever.
That is because my brain is made of Styrofoam, and my prayers are made of ice- cream bars.
I am Pluto—god Hades Pluto, ruler of the netherworld.
My sign is all I have to my name ever since Persephone reincarnated two- hundred, five years ago—and that was Plutonian time.
‘Mark my words, Galileo,’ I told Jesus one summer afternoon, ‘I’ll find the dame for me’
His pale-green eyes hit me like a love light. We made love that day. Passionate, huh? I take a moment to think back: Rome, Ancient. Babylonica. These things reap my mind. From dusk ‘til dawn, I pant like a lion’s head over this Minerva fluid. Jesus’s white ass touched me like that Falcon Furor Phoenix Flame exhibit Hesus likes to talk about so much. I remember myself moaning when suddenly an ebidimic spider came crashing down onto me. My sharp, demon eyes durn pale black and white as the scaled white dragon of Ra.
I give off an instant hiss, ot my lover’s dismay. It was that vision again. My eyes click. I maintain Biblical statues as my discography continues to merge one with me. The Scorpio within me tells me that Isabella Swan from Twilight, just struck down her creator. I give a hushed mouth to my dog Cerberus, faithful and true as always.
What could I say but to allow my own prejudices perceive me? I was in love with the goddess of Destiny herself and her would-be reincarnations….especially Isabella.
I grab my rod and satyr; ‘What a day I’ll be having.’
Isabella would look live and low at herself. My image was decimated…and on the floor? It was a bloody body wrapped in sheets; a mirror image of herself! Gasping, I awaken from the dream feeling a little bit flushed. Why would Isabella murder me? The image of the pickaxe’s admittivities to my forehead is staggering. I am Juno, the legendary Shelina Denise Chapman, personal narrator of the story herself.
I could feel her in my feet and bones—that warm September afternoon, as I envisioned the two of us inside a black spotted jeep, leaning back conquering the world of symbolisms. With my head held high, I begin to recall the primum opus of the magna carta. Every moment was dedicated to my esteem college Micheal Alexander Dimitrius Alleluia, my personification of myself living in the world of Dreams. My Uncle Randy, a middle-age elder man about the age of 47, was dark sinned brown and Spanish-speaking highlights as the African-American man always appealed to me as a strong sense of moral character and duty. That was not just beginning with his Scorpio sign, but his association with the Chronicles of Riddle Freddy Kreuger assigned to me.  The antsy thoughts race across my mind about the Scorpio sign of my Uncle.
“Go, Pluto
Do it, Pluto
Go Pluto, shake it, Pluto!”
Little did he know I was an Evangelion…or so it seemed….
I walk up to him one morning late last spring and begin thinking and digging deep into my thought about various obscure aborigines—mostly about feelings that my sczhorprenia missed placed or about thoughts and experiences I had in my early childhood. Here I am, a 35-year-old African American girl thinking about the past. Odd, isn’t it? Especially since my recently deceased, in that time, Uncle Martin—a different Uncle mind you, perished after taking a single needle into his arm. Suicide. My other Uncle Avery was a retired military man, however. Although kind-hearted, he was a little more than trifling when it comes to cooking. I would laugh whole-heartedly with not meaning and concurringly at him until the day I received the apparition of me embracing Squall Lionheart as Rinoa Heartilly when I feel headlong backwards in an African-American, wooden designed chair.
Back in those days, my mother, two brothers and myself were homeless, and, we surely would have need somewhere to go. Uncle Avery was the first to pick up the dresser and pull us off the streets.
I pick myself up off the ground and begin debating with myself. My lips between my legs are tight as a drum as always, I think to myself No one has ever been there but myself, my parents, and a few doctors. I wonder when I will begin to have my own first love? I will be wondering about this for some time now. That was when it occurred to me: I have not practiced my battle format yet. I could imagine my virgina’s transforming into an erectile penis. I begin to moan at the thought of masterbating with Tifa Lockheart and several other Final Fantasy characters throughout the ages. My breeeches were appearing wet and dry at the same time. My thoughts were aflutter. I begin to moan at the thought off the emptiness and begin to cry out infuror seduction. I was a boy again playing with his andromedin, just as easily as I have squared it.
Diablos, my kitten, began to follow it pursuit as the imaginary feline companion. His black fur and grey-white temples began to appeal to my sight of imagination a strange sort of fondness. I could hear him talk to me under his skin. His purrs began to echo in my ears. I began to see images of my feline companion very vividly over the radio speakers in my ears.
Tooth
Tooth, I feel you flowing in my ears
I hear the softness, streaming
Tooth…I feel you flowing through my ears--
A quickness I have only but persevered.
It is going down…Down…down…
The pelvic gland against my ears,
The inert-arachnid—the male womb—
Against my craven belly.
Its tooth of nails—the virgin woman—is but a man,
Yet a woman.
It is my bra strap, that transits reality—
A broadband horizon, a futile
Reality.
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Excaliber.docx
Destiny fulfilled
“Looks like there’s no one home,” he said as he led me up the stair of the hotel called Lavenders’ Grave. His name was Boundary, Boundary Loins. He was a smoothed talking nigga-loving, pursuit of religion that had shown through his grey hair and cloudless, white, and green=spotted teeth.
I, Magnificent, guides him firmly in between my tusks, red blouse of sparkling red, grey, and white. “…These arms are yours,” I whispered as I was doomed to repeat it.
His fangs appear as his messages my neck with the tip of his tongue. He echoes slowly purrs of exultation. His black hair, and pale skin collide with my uterus as his suspends me in animation, roaring softly against paved stone.
He clicked his tongue and then fills my mouth with red, silken blood—my own. He was drinking me and fiercely ripping into my thighs with zero tolerance of cruelty.
My auburn hair began to sway as the nightmare began to creep in. I was bitten by a vampire-zombie, and I was licking my lips as he was doing it.
The school bells would begin to ring again, on one Sunday afternoon. Bible study would begin. My seat of raging hormones was filled with sweat as I continue reading a chapter of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. I had long since put away my cross when the study of the Egyptian mosque began to ring into my ears. My arms where testy, as the sultry bosom it provided for this 25-year-old body began to vibrate with Excalibur.
“Somewhere beyond the night….” I would say as I would look up at the sky and dream. “I will find you,” I say to the distant wonderland I would know as Event Horizon.
As busy as the day went by, my soul went spiraling; I have promises. My neck bracer of black and grey began to itch and pound my suggestions with Final Fantasy VII popularity. As soon as my arms where full, I gain momentum trusting back and forth inside my chair just narrowly escaping a fall.
“Lucifer, what are you doing?” my history teacher commanded. Her hair was somewhat grey pale. She had no eyes but could sense things, terrible things happing all around her. She wore a pale white and black peddler’s cloak and expected me to do the same. Her back was hunched over with swollen scared ruffles of ginger skin and white velvet culprit defray.
My eyes roll to the bottom of the classroom, “MY name is Lucifer only in name Mon Diez.”
She strikes me down with her clubbed hands.
My world is full of gray stars and vomit. “My head hurts,” I complain. In the blink of an eye, I see Hades’ scythe roll passed my eyes. I shudder and recover automatically shrieking, “What was that?”Wednesday, March 3, 20218:21 AMChapter One: The fairytale characterMy thoughts are to bleed like a mad soul in twine, I say to myself . The voices in my sczhorphrenic head are waging war with. God had told me, long before he gave me sczhorprenia, that I was the Holy Grail.I could control my fears…but could I control Him? I try to. He only laughed. He would say my Holy Grail was of two naked women in a cup, meaning superficially, I was a Lesbian.--which I, at least to my virgin Knowledge was not.I listen to Supermassive Black Hole by Muse from the Stephanie Meyer's inspired "Twilight" films. I never watch them, I only read. Reading is ALL I ever do…Either that, or sit around and do nothing but sleep in.I but on  a show in my room as I begin to drift in the world of Real Emotion. My thoughts are luminous. My feeling sore and defiled. I have no EMOTION, I tell myself. My emotions are just that bare a popsicle stick.I do not watch television, however I do play games on the PlayStation 2 every now and then. My room was a mess, so I reluctantly decide to start cleaning it. My head then fills with the after effects of the amorphic gassy and fizzy feeling of medicinal lightheadedness from not taking my prescription for fears that I may be poison myself with the image of bilateral fusion with Piper and Picus. Piper an Picus are a sedative for making ends met. That is what the gods of Mt. Olympus keeping murmuring, not to me, but about me and me being able to hear the voices of the dead.No one outside the animal world knows of me and the power vested within. And even that has its shortcomings. That is because the presence of good and evil are everywhere, not just within Man but within Nature. Take that as my experience with my imagination, calling itself Abolisk the Tormentor, or my menial term Imagination, and you get bitter sweet Choas.I lead with my mind not with my heart.I can speak to the animal, that is one of the abilities I have. I can shape change, however, I can only complete translation only under certain circumstances. Such things include the Heart judging, as if I would ever allow myself to lead up to that. The heart can fool me, and with a mind like mine, why base everything on love and beauty of your typical Ares woman? I lead with my mind not with my heart. I think a strong mind wields a stronger body and a mind is a terrible ting to waste.I practice playing games to support myself in battling those mysterious shadows that prey on the weak-minded or the passive. It is the art of war using residual thinking, positive reinforcement, and learning and probability. I practice reviewing school interludes that I used to know before I had graduated before being affected with the mental illness sczhorprenia.With my eyes wide shut, I would imagine whole new worlds of adventure I read about in books to the point my father thinks it does not do me any good. My imagination is so vivid, its self-aware and able to come to reality. That is when I find out not only I could stop time, but also move back and forth through it in sleep mode.I call my intuitions "Memory", "Memory", "Melody", "Mnesesyne" or in assimilated order. I had built a time machine, in which Pegasus interrupted and took that away. I have invented time travel back to the Cretaceous Period where my dinosaur dream avatars would be only to discover that all my dreams are real by the message of Allah.My dreams are amphitoads, now. They spiral out of control. I have dreams of the god of the Underworld as Edward Cullens, his own reincarnationEdward was an underworld, fairy dream that I ran into in my soon-to-be nightmares while Hades, was my day-to-day reality. He rarely ever bothered Cerberus, the demon-dog of Hell as they walked side-by-side on the Earth saying that they ruled the Netherworld. Cerberus would be in the disguise of a normal animated, Labrador or a human musician.He kept close to the ghost of Aaliyah and the figurine of Missy Elliot. His association with the canine world was unprecedented. He would really blow them away, especially Charlie Barkin and Elizabeth Taylor, two other angelic dogs caught up in the Netherworld.I pause. Cerberus thinks to himself again. He understands everything I have been saying. He smiles in his dog-gone smirk that "…the chimney between us goes far as it is wide. Don't it??"I listen to myself think again for a while. Maybe I can make a new platform hit of Death for Sailor Pluto's planet.Cerberus thinks to himself again.My eyes feel watery. I wipe them clean. I begin to think of a more innovative "death". I summon up the courage to challenge my of "life".I hear Pluto say to himself, "the Garment Grid ain't what it used to be," and then mumble on.As apparent as the legendary Darla Dimple would have said, "I'm not worthwhile." And that's only because Mary Magdalene poised a threat to her foundering youth.I want to know about You, I tell myself. Then, I see her: my other self, my other Isabella Swan. Her name was Nadene, alias Christine Howard or Christine steward or whatever, and she looked exactly like myself even thought she was a complete stranger. I got along with her, yeah, uh-huh, but because I was Black and she was Pilipino, my dear Hades sided that white was right and began flirting with her.He gives me a pat on the thigh and smiles, "I know what you're thinking….?""What?""You're hunting rabbits," he laughed.I pretend to be Sailor Pluto from Sailor Moon and guard the invisible gate of Time found in my virgina. Amused, as always, my infrivoulous and infractilous admiration of Pluto goes ten-to-one, even if Isabella is there.Morning rises, suns set.The dead walk the earth.Morning, noon, and night IPray, thou befoul myEpidiifs EarthNaked, cold, and wanderingA virgin lights a candle.So black that she utters slurs that.Transpire as the evening shadows.Hearts are one, and seasons baring.And she continues to count backwards.Time moves on without her.A high and mighty virginSacrifice….The cold is baring. The seasons are neigh.I have no home but the Virgin Mary inside.I make love to by virgin lover, whose eyes seeNothing—hear nothing—knows all.My pilgrimage is one and I am baring the fruits ofHeaven just as my forefathers have done.Who am I? I am “Padme”.Miracles are a thing that I have only known.When I once loved Hades, I felt the world tremble.---We both love Hades—that is what she said. The femaleGoddess of Memory that would be my shadow….and meReincarnation. In about 3000 years, Hades and I shall meet again.I shall be Isabella Swan and he shall be my Edward Cullens from the bookAnd the movie Twilight by Stephanie Meyers. I was a force bearer, a bearer ofWords and symbols, phrases, and metaphors.Her name was Isabella Swan the exact Swan of the Final Fantasy.This world is my world—a world of endless books and writing, a world of letters and dementia. I am author and narrator of the Story—the story being the Story and or stories of my own life or the lives of others. I am free and independent. I am an Ares woman. My real name is Shelina Denise Chapman, and I am an honorary 34-year-old virgin, African-American woman with sczhorprehenia. I can be driven to bouts of paranoia and hernia. My lips are red, and my fingers are forever busy typing new stories that my disease keep calling a Greek-Norse myth. I love to read and to write stories. I have been doing these habits and hobbies since I was in the first grade.When I once loved Hades, I felt the world tremble.Back when I was a teenager, it was much easier to write and read, otherwise go ahead a write by hand everything I needed Sometimes I would write in my diary and make it into a fantasy story; other times, when I was busy masturbating, I would write about the whole sexual impulse on screen. I have never had a companion; I have feeling morally applicable that I would not need one.I keep hearing the supernatural, and have a hard time pinpointing my thoughts with my mind. I can hear them as I think, I can see them as I was—the walking dead.  I like and I love to dream and imagine new possibilities and new ideas as well as some newly fabricated technologies and nurturing old ones. Like the telephone! I am the reason why the supernatural have telecommunications, let alone their own souls.Deep into the passageways of fallen Roman warriors, stood the mighty Disney’s Hercules. His physical statue was otherworldly, with both nimble and grace along a pleasant night sheath. I am Disney’s Esmerelda from The Hunchback of Notre Dame animated film, and I am flabbergasted as to the virtue and maiden aura of this animated godly marvel. Why, oh, why, must I be the splendor one?“Cupid’s arrows reach you Hades?” a voice familiar to me said from behind. It was Hermes, dressed in fine Latin-American clothing fit for the 21st century this is.I shake my head to arouse suspicion, “Naw.” The curly -waxed figurine of the black-haired, middle-aged man comes to focus.So, he is fat too, the Prophet said in her mind thinking from the safety of her own mind. Her name was simply Minerva Backster’s.“Cupid couldn’t find me at 100% maximum,” he said as he nodded. He shook his head at the tall Roman figure, “Like to tower them nuts for the pack’s their worth.”They laugh.I find their flakiness disturbing and harmonic, a pertinence for the admiration yet conservativism of their homosexuality.I am alone again. My head begins to hurt. I envision myself taking medicine for my needless-to-say sczhorprenia, as well as for the psychic anomaly I pose by strengthening it up. For an instance, I thought I saw Death; a shy smug figure of a Titan named Baby—Baby New Year.Upon Me AgainMorning rises, suns set.There are thoughts.Which crossed my mind?That fathom not suggestionBut the absence of Time==Thoughts that are pending, thoughtsThat are uplifting— ME.I take a whisper of sand in my Holy Grail,And call it Edith Blasphemy.Such radiance designed by air.Such vigorI know not why nor where.Am I the downfall?Am I the anticipation?No one knows why norCares.But here—But where?But downfall. Down, downThe river bends a mermaid summoner.Summoning up Elysian fields.The mermaid listens—I pray.Her fin turns to legs, and I ravish her.She swears at me up and down.I laugh.I laugh…“‘He and his shoulder blades were curving; a mixture of piper and Picus, They were.Up against the dreariest place, I would imagine.A ceinture of a void, seldom looked at and pronounced dead.’Less time is available here, I begin to think to myself. And surely, if actions speak louder than words,Then so do I-- The intelligence of the human Bible.A short while later, my arms are wrapped in plenti. I have no mercy for the Lord whatsoever.That is because my brain is made of Styrofoam, and my prayers are made of ice- cream bars.I am Pluto—god Hades Pluto, ruler of the netherworld.My sign is all I have to my name ever since Persephone reincarnated two- hundred, five years ago—and that was Plutonian time.‘Mark my words, Galileo,’ I told Jesus one summer afternoon, ‘I’ll find the dame for me’His pale-green eyes hit me like a love light. We made love that day. Passionate, huh? I take a moment to think back: Rome, Ancient. Babylonica. These things reap my mind. From dusk ‘til dawn, I pant like a lion’s head over this Minerva fluid. Jesus’s white ass touched me like that Falcon Furor Phoenix Flame exhibit Hesus likes to talk about so much. I remember myself moaning when suddenly an ebidimic spider came crashing down onto me. My sharp, demon eyes durn pale black and white as the scaled white dragon of Ra.I give off an instant hiss, ot my lover’s dismay. It was that vision again. My eyes click. I maintain Biblical statues as my discography continues to merge one with me. The Scorpio within me tells me that Isabella Swan from Twilight, just struck down her creator. I give a hushed mouth to my dog Cerberus, faithful and true as always.What could I say but to allow my own prejudices perceive me? I was in love with the goddess of Destiny herself and her would-be reincarnations….especially Isabella.I grab my rod and satyr; ‘What a day I’ll be having.’Isabella would look live and low at herself. My image was decimated…and on the floor? It was a bloody body wrapped in sheets; a mirror image of herself! Gasping, I awaken from the dream feeling a little bit flushed. Why would Isabella murder me? The image of the pickaxe’s admittivities to my forehead is staggering. I am Juno, the legendary Shelina Denise Chapman, personal narrator of the story herself.I could feel her in my feet and bones—that warm September afternoon, as I envisioned the two of us inside a black spotted jeep, leaning back conquering the world of symbolisms. With my head held high, I begin to recall the primum opus of the magna carta. Every moment was dedicated to my esteem college Micheal Alexander Dimitrius Alleluia, my personification of myself living in the world of Dreams. My Uncle Randy, a middle-age elder man about the age of 47, was dark sinned brown and Spanish-speaking highlights as the African-American man always appealed to me as a strong sense of moral character and duty. That was not just beginning with his Scorpio sign, but his association with the Chronicles of Riddle Freddy Kreuger assigned to me.  The antsy thoughts race across my mind about the Scorpio sign of my Uncle.“Go, PlutoDo it, PlutoGo Pluto, shake it, Pluto!”Little did he know I was an Evangelion…or so it seemed….I walk up to him one morning late last spring and begin thinking and digging deep into my thought about various obscure aborigines—mostly about feelings that my sczhorprenia missed placed or about thoughts and experiences I had in my early childhood. Here I am, a 35-year-old African American girl thinking about the past. Odd, isn’t it? Especially since my recently deceased, in that time, Uncle Martin—a different Uncle mind you, perished after taking a single needle into his arm. Suicide. My other Uncle Avery was a retired military man, however. Although kind-hearted, he was a little more than trifling when it comes to cooking. I would laugh whole-heartedly with not meaning and concurringly at him until the day I received the apparition of me embracing Squall Lionheart as Rinoa Heartilly when I feel headlong backwards in an African-American, wooden designed chair.Back in those days, my mother, two brothers and myself were homeless, and, we surely would have need somewhere to go. Uncle Avery was the first to pick up the dresser and pull us off the streets.I pick myself up off the ground and begin debating with myself. My lips between my legs are tight as a drum as always, I think to myself No one has ever been there but myself, my parents, and a few doctors. I wonder when I will begin to have my own first love? I will be wondering about this for some time now. That was when it occurred to me: I have not practiced my battle format yet. I could imagine my virgina’s transforming into an erectile penis. I begin to moan at the thought of masterbating with Tifa Lockheart and several other Final Fantasy characters throughout the ages. My breeeches were appearing wet and dry at the same time. My thoughts were aflutter. I begin to moan at the thought off the emptiness and begin to cry out infuror seduction. I was a boy again playing with his andromedin, just as easily as I have squared it.Diablos, my kitten, began to follow it pursuit as the imaginary feline companion. His black fur and grey-white temples began to appeal to my sight of imagination a strange sort of fondness. I could hear him talk to me under his skin. His purrs began to echo in my ears. I began to see images of my feline companion very vividly over the radio speakers in my ears.ToothTooth, I feel you flowing in my earsI hear the softness, streamingTooth…I feel you flowing through my ears--A quickness I have only but persevered.It is going down…Down…down…The pelvic gland against my ears,The inert-arachnid—the male womb—Against my craven belly.Its tooth of nails—the virgin woman—is but a man,Yet a woman.It is my bra strap, that transits reality—A broadband horizon, a futileReality.From <https://d.docs.live.net/025cb40a2a1fb452/Documents/poems.docx>Excaliber.docxDestiny fulfilled“Looks like there’s no one home,” he said as he led me up the stair of the hotel called Lavenders’ Grave. His name was Boundary, Boundary Loins. He was a smoothed talking nigga-loving, pursuit of religion that had shown through his grey hair and cloudless, white, and green=spotted teeth.I, Magnificent, guides him firmly in between my tusks, red blouse of sparkling red, grey, and white. “…These arms are yours,” I whispered as I was doomed to repeat it.His fangs appear as his messages my neck with the tip of his tongue. He echoes slowly purrs of exultation. His black hair, and pale skin collide with my uterus as his suspends me in animation, roaring softly against paved stone.He clicked his tongue and then fills my mouth with red, silken blood—my own. He was drinking me and fiercely ripping into my thighs with zero tolerance of cruelty.My auburn hair began to sway as the nightmare began to creep in. I was bitten by a vampire-zombie, and I was licking my lips as he was doing it.The school bells would begin to ring again, on one Sunday afternoon. Bible study would begin. My seat of raging hormones was filled with sweat as I continue reading a chapter of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. I had long since put away my cross when the study of the Egyptian mosque began to ring into my ears. My arms where testy, as the sultry bosom it provided for this 25-year-old body began to vibrate with Excalibur.“Somewhere beyond the night….” I would say as I would look up at the sky and dream. “I will find you,” I say to the distant wonderland I would know as Event Horizon.As busy as the day went by, my soul went spiraling; I have promises. My neck bracer of black and grey began to itch and pound my suggestions with Final Fantasy VII popularity. As soon as my arms where full, I gain momentum trusting back and forth inside my chair just narrowly escaping a fall.“Lucifer, what are you doing?” my history teacher commanded. Her hair was somewhat grey pale. She had no eyes but could sense things, terrible things happing all around her. She wore a pale white and black peddler’s cloak and expected me to do the same. Her back was hunched over with swollen scared ruffles of ginger skin and white velvet culprit defray.My eyes roll to the bottom of the classroom, “MY name is Lucifer only in name Mon Diez.”She strikes me down with her clubbed hands. My world is full of gray stars and vomit. “My head hurts,” I complain. In the blink of an eye, I see Hades’ scythe roll passed my eyes. I shudder and recover automatically shrieking, “What was that?”
The religious, through and through never amused me. I would picture them on the Himalayas stripping bare naked like a Jay bird’s egg. I wonder what else awaits me today as I topple over mountains of pre-owned novels and other valuables amonst the middle of the Ares Ram zodiac sign.
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Gladys Maria Knight (born May 28, 1944), known as the "Empress of Soul", is an American singer–songwriter and actress. A seven-time Grammy Award-winner, Knight is best known for the hits she recorded during the 1960s and 1970s, for both the Motown and Buddah Records labels, with her group Gladys Knight & the Pips, which also included her brother Merald "Bubba" Knight and her cousins Edward Patten and William Guest,
Early life
Knight was born in Atlanta, Georgia, the daughter of Merald Woodlow Knight, Sr., a postal worker and Sarah Elizabeth (née Woods). She first achieved minor fame by winning Ted Mack's The Original Amateur Hour TV show contest at the age of seven in 1952. The following year, she, her brother Merald, sister Brenda, and cousins William and Elenor Guest formed a musical group called the Pips (named after another cousin, James "Pip" Woods). By the end of the decade, the act had begun to tour, and had replaced Brenda Knight and Eleanor Guest with Gladys Knight's cousin Edward Patten and friend Langston George.
In 1961 the group recorded "Every Beat Of My Heart" on the tiny Atlanta Huntom label, which was picked up by Vee Jay. At the same time, the group signed with Bobby Robinson's Fury label. Both labels issued different versions of the song, with the Vee Jay/Huntom version outselling the Fury remake. With the success of their follow-up, "Letter Full Of Tears", Fury released their first album. They stayed with Fury through 1962, although the hits dried up. They signed with Larry Maxwell's Maxx label in 1964 and released several modest hits produced by Van McCoy, including the original version of "Giving Up" and "Lovers Always Forgive".
Success with the Pips
Gladys Knight & the Pips joined the Motown Records roster in 1966, and, although initially regarded as a second-string act, scored several major hit singles, including "I Heard It Through the Grapevine", (recorded first by Marvin Gaye but actually released a year later), Take Me in Your Arms and Love Me" (1967), "Friendship Train" (1969), "If I Were Your Woman" (1970), "I Don't Want To Do Wrong" (1971), the "Grammy Award winning "Neither One of Us (Wants to Be the First to Say Goodbye)" (1972), and "Daddy Could Swear (I Declare)" (1973). In their early Motown career, Gladys Knight and the Pips toured as the opening act for Diana Ross and The Supremes. Gladys Knight stated in her memoirs that Ross kicked her off the tour because the audience's reception to Knight's soulful performance overshadowed her. Berry Gordy later told Gladys that she was giving his act a hard time.
The act eventually left Motown for a better deal with Buddah Records in 1973, and achieved full-fledged success that year with hits such as the Grammy-winning "Midnight Train to Georgia" (#1 on the pop and R&B chart), "I've Got to Use My Imagination," "The Way We Were/Try To Remember" and "You're the Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me". In the summer of 1974, Knight and the Pips recorded the soundtrack to the successful film Claudine with producer Curtis Mayfield. The act was particularly successful in Europe, and especially the United Kingdom. However, a number of the Buddah singles became hits in the UK long after their success in the US. For example, "Midnight Train to Georgia" hit the UK pop charts Top 5 in the summer of 1976, a full three years after its success in the U.S.
During this period of greater recognition, Knight made her motion picture acting debut in the film, Pipe Dreams, a romantic drama set in Alaska. The film failed at the box-office, but Knight did receive a Golden Globe Best New Actress nomination.
Knight and the Pips continued to have hits until the late 1970s, when they were forced to record separately due to legal issues, resulting in Knight's first solo LP recordings--Miss Gladys Knight (1978) on Buddah and Gladys Knight (1979) on Columbia Records. Having divorced James Newman II in 1973, Knight married Barry Hankerson (future uncle of R&B singer Aaliyah), then Detroit mayor Coleman Young's executive aide. Knight and Hankerson remained married for four years, during which time they had a son, Shanga Ali. Upon their divorce, Hankerson and Knight were embroiled in a heated custody battle over Shanga Ali.
In the early 1980s, Johnny Mathis invited Gladys to record two duets – "When A Child Is Born" (previously a hit for Mathis) and "The Lord's Prayer".
Signing with Columbia Records in 1980 and restored to its familiar quartet form, Gladys Knight & the Pips began releasing new material. The act enlisted former Motown producers Nickolas Ashford and Valerie Simpson for their first two albums--About Love (1980) and Touch (1981). During this period, Knight kicked a gambling addiction to the game baccarat.
In 1983 Gladys Knight and the Pips scored again with the hit "Save The Overtime For Me". The song, under the artistic direction of Leon Sylvers III (known for collaborating on Shalamar hits), was done in a soulful boogie style. The single was released from their LP "Visions" and reached number sixty-six on the Hot 100, but was more successful on the R&B where it hit number one for a single week in mid 1983. The single was the first time the group hit number one on the R&B chart since 1974.
In 1987 Knight decided to pursue a solo career and she and the Pips recorded their final LP together, All Our Love (1987), for MCA Records. Its infectious lead single, "Love Overboard", was a #1 R&B hit and won another Grammy for the act as well. After a successful 1988 tour, the Pips retired and Knight began her solo career. Gladys Knight & the Pips were inducted into the Georgia Music Hall of Fame in 1989 and into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1996.
Solo music career
While still with the Pips, Gladys joined with Dionne Warwick, Stevie Wonder, and Elton John on the 1986 AIDS benefit single, "That's What Friends Are For", a triple #1 mega-hit, which won a Grammy for Best Pop Performance By A Duo Or Group With Vocal. In 1989 she recorded the title track "License to Kill" for the James Bond movie Licence to Kill, a Top 10 hit in the UK and Germany.
Gladys released her third and most successful solo LP, Good Woman, on MCA in 1991. It hit #1 on the R&B album chart and featured the #2 R&B hit "Men". It also reached #45 on the main Billboard album chart – her all-time highest showing. The album also featured "Superwoman", written by Babyface and featuring Dionne Warwick and Patti LaBelle. The track was also nominated for a Grammy Award. Knight and LaBelle would collaborate the same year on "I Don't Do Duets", a duet with Patti LaBelle from LaBelle's album Burnin'.
Her fourth solo LP, Just for You, went Gold and was nominated for the 1995 Grammy Award for Best R&B Album.
In 1992 Vernon Ray Blue II, choir master of the year asked Gladys to record his first single "He Lifted Me"
Knight created and now directs the Mormon-themed choir Saints Unified Voices. SUV has released a Grammy Award-winning CD titled One Voice, and occasionally performs at LDS church firesides.
In April 2004, Knight performed during the VH1's benefit concert Divas Live 2004 alongside Ashanti, Cyndi Lauper, Jessica Simpson, Joss Stone and Patti LaBelle, in support of the Save the Music Foundation.
In 2005 a duet between Knight and the late Ray Charles of "You Were There" was released on Charles' duets album Genius & Friends.
In 2008 a duet between Knight and Johnny Mathis was released on Mathis' album A Night to Remember.
In the spring of 2008, Knight appeared alongside Chaka Khan, Patti Labelle and Diana Ross at the 'Divas with Heart' concert in aid of cardiac research, at New York's Radio City Hall.
In 2008 Gladys, Jack Black, Robert Downey Jr. and Ben Stiller performed on American Idol to raise money for charity. In March 2010, Randy Jackson mentioned on a new episode of the same show that he is back in the studio with Gladys Knight working on a new album.
In 2009 Knight sang "His Eye Is On The Sparrow" and "The Lord's Prayer" at the funeral service for Michael Jackson.
In December 2010, Knight released the single "Settle".
In September 2011, a new, updated recording of Tom Jones' 1970 classic I (Who Have Nothing) was released on iTunes and Amazon.
In 2013 Knight recorded the Lenny Kravitz written and produced song "You And I Ain't Nothin' No More" for the soundtrack from Lee Daniels' motion picture The Butler. The song was added to the movie's soundtrack of older songs by various artists so that the producers had a song to compete in the Best Song from a Motion Picture category at the Academy Awards.
Where My Heart Belongs (2014) marked her 30th top 40 R&B album, including work by Gladys Knight & the Pips. In a 2014, interview she expressed a hope that women would "Stand Up" and stop selling sex in the music/entertainment industry. She commented that the growing trend saddened her heart and that she had been taught to dress respectfully for her audiences . . . "not take it off, put it on." Knight is ranked number eighteen on VH1 network's list of the 100 Greatest Women of Rock.
UK Farewell Tour
In October 2009, Knight started her farewell tour of the United Kingdom which featured Tito Jackson as her supporting act and special appearances by Dionne Warwick.
The UK Farewell Tour featured higher production value than previous "Gladys Knight, a mic and a light" appearances by Gladys in the UK. A glossy program was available and the show featured pre-produced animation on large on-stage screens. The tour was promoted by an appearance on the TV program Later... with Jools Holland where Knight performed "If I Were Your Woman" and "Help Me Make It Through the Night".
At select performances on the UK Farewell Tour recordings of the concerts were made available for sale on USB flash drives.
Acting
Film
In 1976 Knight made her acting debut as the lead in the film Pipe Dreams for which she was nominated for a Golden Globe Award for New Star of the Year – Actress. In 2003, she had a short role in the hit movie Hollywood Homicide, which starred Harrison Ford and Josh Hartnett. In 2009, Knight was featured in Tyler Perry's I Can Do Bad All By Myself, the film version of a play he had dramatized, and performed her song "The Need To Be" from the 1974 album I Feel a Song.
Television
Knight guest-starred on several television series throughout the 1980s and 1990s, with roles on Benson, The Jeffersons, A Different World, Living Single, The Jamie Foxx Show, and New York Undercover. In 1985, she co-starred on the CBS sitcom Charlie & Co. alongside comedian Flip Wilson, which lasted for one season. In April 2009, she made a special guest appearance, and performed a song, on Tyler Perry's House Of Payne. Knight has also made a number of television cameo appearances, including Las Vegas and 30 Rock. In 2012, she began a recurring role in the syndicated sitcom The First Family.
In 2012 Knight competed on the fourteenth season of ABC's Dancing with the Stars, partnered with Tristan MacManus. They were eliminated on April 24 after losing a "dance duel" to Disney Channel star Roshon Fegan and partner Chelsie Hightower, ironically on the show's "Motown Week."
Gladys Knight & Ron Winans' Chicken & Waffles
Knight's son Shanga owns a chain of chicken and waffles restaurants based in Atlanta, bearing her name. Gladys Knight & Ron Winans' Chicken & Waffles currently have three locations in the Atlanta area. One location was featured on the Travel Channel original series Man v. Food. On Tuesday, June 21, 2016, authorities in Georgia raided two of the restaurants and its headquarters. WSB-TV reported that Shanga is at the center of an investigation involving unpaid taxes, penalties and interest. Georgia Department of Revenue Special Investigations Chief Jeff Mitchell told the station that the investigation solely involved Hankerson and not Knight. “Shanga's accused of stealing over $650,000 in both sales and withholding tax,” Josh Waites, a special investigator, told WSB-TV. “(With) penalties and interest, it’s up to over $1 million owed.”
Personal life
Knight has been married four times and has three children. In 1960, she married her high school sweetheart, James Newman. They had one son, James "Jimmy" Newman (1962–1999). She retired from the road to raise their child while the Pips toured on their own. In 1963, after having her only daughter, Kenya, Knight returned to recording with the Pips in order to support her family. In the early 1960s, Gladys, James, and the Pips moved to Detroit, Michigan. Knight and her family lived on Sherbourne in Sherwood Forest, an upscale neighborhood on Detroit's West Side. She also resided on LaSalle for a time. Her children attended Gesu Catholic Grade School. Newman and Knight divorced in 1973. In 1974, Knight married producer and Blackground Records founder Barry Hankerson, who is the uncle of the late R&B singer Aaliyah, in Detroit. Around 1977, they relocated to Atlanta. (The Pips, however, remained in Detroit.) The couple had one son, Shanga Hankerson, and divorced in 1981. Knight married motivational speaker Les Brown in 1995, but they separated and divorced in 1997.
Previously a Baptist, in 1997 she was baptized into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, following her son and daughter. She had occasionally teased LDS Church president, the late Gordon B. Hinckley, that his flock needs to inject some "pep" into their music. Knight married William McDowell in 2001. They have sixteen grandchildren and six great-grandchildren.
In 2017, Knight helped raise $400,000 for the Children's Learning Centers of Fairfield County. The April 22nd event was held at the Palace Theatre and was co-hosted by Carol Anne Riddell and Alan Kalter.
Legacy
In 1996, Gladys Knight & the Pips were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. One year before, Knight had received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. In 2007, Knight received the Society of Singers ELLA Award at which time she was declared the "Empress of Soul". She is listed on Rolling Stone's list of the Greatest Singers of All Time.
Awards, honors and achievements
Grammy Awards
Other awards and honors
1992: Essence Award for Career Achievement
1995: Hollywood Walk of Fame
1997: Trumpet Awards Foundation Pinnacle Award
2005: BET Lifetime Achievement Award
2006: Las Vegas Music Awards Legendary Award
2007: NAACP Image Award for Outstanding Jazz Artist
2007: Society of Singers Ella Award, also declared the "Empress of Soul"
2008: BET Inaugural Best Living Legend Award
2008: Stardust Music Awards Lifetime Diva Award
2008: National Black Arts Festival Honoree at Legends Celebration
2011: Soul Train Music Awards Lifetime Achievement Award
Academic honors
Honorary Doctorate in Performing Arts, Shaw University
Discography
Billboard Number 1 R&B Albums
Neither One of Us (1973)
Imagination (1973)
Claudine (1974)
I Feel a Song (1974)
All Our Love (1987)
Good Woman (1991)
Billboard Number 1 R&B Singles
"Every Beat of My Heart" (1961)
"I Heard It Through the Grapevine" (1968)
"If I Were Your Woman" (1970)
"Neither One of Us (Wants to Be the First to Say Goodbye)" (1973)
"Midnight Train to Georgia" (1973)
"I've Got to Use My Imagination" (1973)
"You're the Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me" (1974)
"I Feel a Song (In My Heart)" (1974)
"Save the Overtime (For Me)" (1983)
"That's What Friends Are For" (1985)
"Love Overboard" (1987)
Published works
Knight, Gladys. At Home With Gladys Knight, McGraw-Hill, 2001 – ISBN 1-58040-075-2
Knight, Gladys. Between Each Line of Pain and Glory: My Life Story, Hyperion Press, 1998 – ISBN 0-7868-8371-5
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Never Would I Ever - Chapter 2
Finally got around to doing chapter 2! I have another story in mind involving a murder at a high school taking place in-between “A Murder on Campus” and “Rorschach Reaper” but I don’t know if I’ll post it as a reader insert or at all. 
Chapter 2 -
Jones and I were interrogating Tess in the interrogation room. Everything was going normal until Tess took a pendulum out. She began to wave it in his face and began saying weird things like:
“But you wouldn't know about being brilliant, would you, Officer Jones? (Your Rank) (Y/N)’s dog, always following, always praising, always failing...It's unbearable, isn't it?”
“Living in (Your Rank) (Y/N)’s shadow, being endlessly scolded for failing to meet their standards... So much frustration, Officer Jones...It has to stop, hasn‘t it? It can't go on forever, it has to stop now. Now and forever. And there's only one thing to do. The right thing.”
Then Jones proceeded to say pretty clearly;
“The right... thing... to do…”
That’s when Jones got up and took his gun out. I tried talking him out of it, giving Ramirez time to run in and knock him out with a frying pan before he could pull the trigger.
Once we knew he was out cold and Ramirez grabbed his gun, Tess became angry, stating how my death, her masterpiece, was ruined.
We decided it was best to stop the interrogation there and lock her up in a holding cell until the trial. We also double checked and made sure she didn’t have anything, like another pendulum, on her so she couldn’t hurt anyone again.
Afterwards, we went back and checked on Jones. Now knowing that Tess hypnotized the murderers of Rani Goshwalla, Lisa Edwards, and Aaliyah Banks into doing what they did. And attempted to do the same with Jones by manipulating him into killing me.
Fortunately, Ramirez was there to save us both. 
Jones mouth was open in shock. He couldn’t believe what he had read. It was definitely his partner’s handwriting and a obvious statement about what happened.
“No. There is no way I did that…I could never do that to my partner!” Jones growled quietly to himself as he put the paper and file away.
Leaving the room, he went to look for Ramirez and ask what happened during the trial since he missed it.
“Ramirez!” Jones called as he walked up to him, stopping Ramirez from entering the bullpen.
“Hey, Jones!” Ramirez stopped and turned to him.
“Can I ask you something?” Jones asked, seeming curious.
“Sure.” Ramirez nodded.
“What happened during Tess Goodwin’s trial?” Jones asked.
“Why do you want to know?” Ramirez questioned.
“Just curious.” Jones shrugged.
“Oh…well…” Ramirez thought for a moment. “She was kind of creepy… I still shudder whenever I think about that smile she gave (Y/N) as she was led out of the courtroom.”
“What did she say or do during it?” Jones asked.
“She mentioned how you were going to snap one day and kill (Y/N) and that they had to be cautious whenever they approach you.” Ramirez blurted out by accident. “BUT they have nothing to worry about.”
“Really?” Jones said shocked, as he felt sweat come from his forehead and he laughed nervously. “You’re right. There’s nothing to worry about because I would never kill them.”
“Exactly. Can we forget about this conversation?” Ramirez asked, hopefully.
“Sure.” Jones nodded. “Thanks for letting me know.”
“Of course.” Ramirez said and headed towards his desk while Jones headed towards his own.
Jones did feel a little better after being told what was said during court and felt even better knowing that there really wasn’t anything to worry about. He wasn’t going to hurt his partner. Not now, not ever.
“Please don’t ask me about it.” You said as you glanced up and saw Jones sit down at his desk again.
“I’m not.” Jones smiled. “Like you said, it‘s in the past. Let‘s move forward.”
“Why’d you change your mind about it?” You questioned, looking at him.
“I realized that there isn’t anything to worry about. Tess is dead and you already know I won’t ever hurt you.” Jones replied, starting to do his own paperwork.
“I’m happy to hear you realized it.” You smiled and focused on your own.
“Yeah. So how has your day been?” He asked, changing the subject.
“Not bad.” You replied. “And you?”
“I’m just realizing how much paperwork I have…”
“That’s what happens when you wait on it.” You chuckled.
“Yeah whatever.” Jones rolled his eyes.
“Anyway…” You trailed off.
---- That Night ----
“Ah, here we are at last, (Your Rank) (Y/N). Did you like my little game? I sure enjoyed it!” Tess smirked from across the table. “So you're our killer, Tess. Or should we call you the Rorschach Reaper?” Jones questioned.
“Unimaginative name, but what can I do? No one asked for my opinion.” Tess rolled her eyes. “I must say, you've taken your time to catch me. You can even say I made you a favor. Had I not decided to kill Madison myself, you would have never known.”
“So why did you do it, Tess? Why kill all those people? Why influence other girls to do your dirty work? Why reveal yourself now?” Jones asked.
“I guess, in the end, everything boils down to one simple reason. What's the point of being brilliant if no one knows about it?” Tess continued to smirk as she brought her pendant out and began waving it in Jones‘ face.
“But you wouldn't know about being brilliant, would you, Officer Jones? (Your Rank) (Y/N)’s dog, always following, always praising, always failing...It's unbearable, isn't it?” She continued.
“What are you doing!?” You questioned her as you looked back and forth from her to Jones.
“Living in (Your Rank) (Y/N)’s shadow, being endlessly scolded for failing to meet their standards... So much frustration, Officer Jones...It has to stop, hasn‘t it?” She ignored me and continued.
“Jones…” You muttered, turning to him fully and watched as his eyes continued to follow her pendulum.
“It can't go on forever, it has to stop now. Now and forever. And there's only one thing to do. The right thing.” Tess said.
“The right... thing... to do…” Jones muttered before standing up and holding his gun at you
You got up too and brought your gun out on him. There was no way you were going to shoot him in a deadly way. But if push turns to shove, you felt you may have to give him a flesh wound in the shoulder if he doesn’t drop the gun and snap out of it.
“Jones, don’t.” You said, now worried. “You don’t want to do this.”
“Yes you do, Officer Jones.” Tess said. “It’s the right thing to do.”
“No it isn’t.” You said, shaking your head. “Jones, fight it. I know you can fight through her hypnotization. You’re stronger than her.”
“The right…thing…” He muttered and you saw him take his gun off of safety. Your eyes widened slightly.
Click
“Jones…” You breathed. “Please, buddy. Don’t let her win. Don’t let her ruin both of our lives. This isn’t how we’re suppose to end.”  
“Shut up!” Tess yelled and stood up. “Do the right thing, Jones! Ignore them and pull the trigger!”
“The…right thing…to do…” Jones muttered.
“Please…“ You begged. “…Dav-“
Bang!
Your back hit the wall behind you as you dropped your gun. You were still alive but your head was bleeding out and you were in a lot of pain.
Looking at Jones, you can see him smirking as he lowered his gun.
Feeling your head, you felt the wound on the side of your head. Forcing yourself up, you managed to look at the state of your injury in the mirror. Your heart sunk at the sight.
The bullet hit the corner of your eye and slid across the side of your head. Through the pain, you can tell your eye had no hope of being fixed. Sliding back down against the wall, you covered your head with one hand and looked at Jones and Tess. You could feel yourself start to pass out.
“Didn’t that feel great, Jones? Now they’ll slowly die as they think about how you were the one to pull the trigger.” Tess smirked, sitting back down.
“Jone….Jonesy….” You choked out, weakly, tears streaming down your face from the pain.
“That did feel great.” Jones said, raising his gun again. “Now I’m free from your shadow.” He smirked.
You looked at him, sadly.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered as he pulled the trigger again.  
Jones shot up in bed in cold sweat and breathing heavily.
Glancing at his clock, he saw it was 4:00 A.M. Wiping his face, he soon realized what he thought was sweat was actually tears.
“That was horrific…” Jones rubbed his face.
After contemplating for a few minutes, he decided to call you. He needed to hear your voice despite seeing you in a few hours.
Ring
Ring
Ring
“Please wake up, (Y/N).” Jones muttered quietly.
Ring
“…Hello?” You yawned as you were woken up to your phone going off.
“(Y/N)!” Jones said in relief. “Everything alright, Jones?” You questioned.
“NO! I mean… sort of…” Jones trailed off. “Hey, you sure you know I won’t ever hurt you?”
“Yes.” You stated.
“I mean, were not just partners, we’re best friends!” Jones continued.
“Jones.” You said.
“A team till the end.“ Jones replied.
“Jonesy…“ You trailed off.
“And to Hell and back!” Jones continued on.
“You had a nightmare, didn’t you?” You said, realizing that was why he woke you up at 4:00 A.M. Clearly afraid and freaking out.
“How do you know these things?” Jones questioned, curiously.
“Because I know my partner.” You smiled to yourself.
On the other end of the line, Jones smiled too.
“I don’t know what that nightmare may have been about, but everything is okay. I’m fine, you’re fine, Tess is dead, and we will see each other in a few hours completely alive and well.” You added.
“I guess… sorry for waking you up.” Jones said, feeling guilty.
“It’s alright, I was probably going to get up anyway. Just listen to me, alright?” You said.
“Okay?” Jones questioned.
“Stop thinking about that case. There’s no need to scare yourself into having nightmares.” You replied. “Okay.” Jones nodded to himself. “Will you ever tell me what happened from your side?”
“Maybe one day.” You replied. “I’ll see you in a few hours. Maybe you can try and get a little more sleep?”
“I’ll try but I doubt it.” Jones sighed. “I’ll see you later.”
“Bye.” You said, frowning at the sadness and fear he still had in his voice.
“Bye.” He replied back before hanging up.
Jones laid back down and knew he definitely wasn’t going back to sleep anytime soon.
Meanwhile, you knew the same and decided to get up and go for a early morning jog to clear your head.
--- At the station ---
Jones eventually stumbled into the bullpen a short time after you arrived. It was pretty obvious he didn’t get any more sleep.
“Jones.” You said, wheeling your chair towards him.
“Hey…” Jones turned to you.
“Need any help with the paperwork you have?” You asked. You had finished all of yours the day before.
“Yeah… sort of.” Jones rubbed his eyes, sleepily.
“Here, give me some and I’ll help you out.” You replied and he handed you a stack.
“Thanks, (Y/N).” Jones smiled.
“You’re welcome.” You smiled back and wheeled yourself back over to your own desk.
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Game 36 For the Scrapbook Wed, Sept 11 8:00pm EDT Washington @ Chicago
Starting: WASH: Atkins, Dolson, Edwards, Sykes, Vanloo CHI: Allen, Carter, Cardoso, Harrison, Onyenwere (DeShields ankle, Reese wrist, Williams knee)
1st Quarter The Sky have 13 wins to the Dream's 12 and the Mystics' 11 at this point. On the first play our defense is looking great, no shots for 21 seconds then Ariel knocks the ball out of bounds. The Sky don't get the shot off in time and we get an opening stop. To ice the cake, Slim hits a 3 on the other end. Aaliyah gets a nice jumper. And JVL goes for 3 now. It's feeling just a little unfocused and casual. I'd like to see the intensity ramp up, and more passing on offense to expose gaps. Dolson and Edwards are doing well versus Cardoso on the glass. Carter has found a sweet spot on the right side and is the offense right now for the Sky. Nice drop off from Slim to Stef. Slim with the hesi to the rack. Now she hits a 3, she wants this one on her back. It's 19-8. Shatori's 100% Guaranteed Steal-and-Score Services come into play early. The bench is in for DC and Engstler hits a 3. Shatori steals again but this time gets a little overzealous in her attempt to be unselfish. Onyenwere gets a much-needed 3 for her team. Beautiful fader from Sika and the Mystics are off to a flyer. 29-13.
2nd Quarter Haha former Mystic Elizabeth Williams is chattering to the ref from the bench. Tell 'em EWill. Karlie cashes in from the nail. Ariel checks in and puts the ball in the hoop. Shatori is playing great D on Chennedy. Now Engstler interrupts a pass and Jade throws a strike to Sika for a layup. The arena is quiet as the Sky have just 3 points in 5 minutes, and trail by 19. Chen breaks thru and I'd like to point out that Shatori wasn't marking her. I spy Moriah Jefferson on the bench. The Sky could really use her range right now. The Mystics have let off the gas a little and the whistles have been blowing. Stef gets a 3. Carter and Cardoso with most of the points for Chicago. 43-29.
3rd Quarter Ariel blocks a pass by Chennedy but then we lose Izzy Harrison in behind. Edwards with a gorgeous reverse. JVL with a 3 over Cardoso. JVL goes again. I think she heard the announcers talking about rookies and leaving her name out of it. Stef gets whistled and it's been light light calls against her all game. The Stics go back to the Aaliyah reverse move. Cardoso falls over and a Mystic gets called for a foul. I'm not sure who they think that was on. Aaliyah is feeling herself this quarter, she even shot a 3 although she's still waiting on a make from there. She gets another jumper! That's 8 points this quarter so far. Whoa Shimmy just made an unnecessary "know your place, rookie" comment about JVL. I feel particularly bothered because Julie has been playing professional basketball for 10 years. And she has started almost every game this season. Slim drops it off to Aaliyah. Now she finds Engstler. Karlie gets in on the quick buckets. Already we have 22 pts with 2:42 left to play this quarter. Sika makes it look easy under the hoop. Aaliyah Edwards with 10 points this quarter! 71-48.
4th Quarter Karlie steals but Harrison gets a block. It's back-to-back tough makes at the end of the clock for DC—from Engstler and Melbourne. Harrison just fouled out, most of the calls all night have been light. That's a tough pill in a situation when you're down 23 to a team that's fighting you for the final playoff spot. Steal, countersteal, block, charge. Let's not get messy here at the end. We mess around with a movement-less offense and unsurprisingly run out of clock. This time Ariel waits a few moments then fires the 3 for gold. Sug is getting some time on the court now and hits a jumper. Slim REJECTS Chen big time. Nice no-look pass from Jade to Sika for 2. Now Jade hits a 3. It feels like she is gaining confidence from there under the influence of all the perimeter shooters on the team. Aaliyah and Karlie both get late-game steals and Jade runs the floor for a classic layup to seal a 30-point blowout. 89-58 final.
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Game 35 Recorded Sun, Sept 8 3:00pm EDT Minnesota @ Washington
Starting: WASH: Atkins, Dolson, Edwards, Sykes, Vanloo MINN: Carleton, Collier, McBride, Smith, Williams
1st Quarter Home again, and versus a formidable opponent in the Lynx—plus, it's Myisha Hines-Allen's first game at ESA in an away jersey. May McWin lay the love on her tonight. Also, Shakira is available tonight, but not starting. A real dumb turn apiece to start this one. Then Aaliyah blocks Phee! Heyo. McBride goes for 3. Three misses for the Mystics and maybe some of the desert magic has worn off. JVL hits her second try from 3 to get us on track. Slim dances in for a beautiful bucket. Now Earl gets in on the 3s. What's with the empty seats, Washington? It's a Sunday afternoon come on now. Nice backdoor play JVL to a twirling Stef. Minnesota is hot with the jumpers early. Karlie gets left alone in the corner and puts it away. Now Carleton gets one. Ovation for MHA as she checks in. Austin also subbed on. She gets fancy but the ball won't go down. Jade goes strong to the hoop and gets the 2, but can't convert the extra point. 17-18.
2nd Quarter Karlie finally misses a 3 but to be fair she got stuck with the hot potato at the end of the shot clock. Shatori cleans up her rebound. Hiedeman now has to launch late and she drains hers. Nice lob from Engstler to Melbourne. The Lynx keep losing the ball out of bounds, forced and unforced. Timeout Minnesota at 23-23. Earl goes 3. Zandalisini answers back. DC is shooting well this quarter, but so are the Lynx. Starters are in and Stef hits a 3. Ariel steals and takes care of business. Smith says I can shoot from deep, too. Slim misses a driving layup and makes up for it by stealing the ball and converting the second try. Now JVL steals but we rush and turn it over. The Mystics are doing a great job shutting Collier down. 39-35.
3rd Quarter We're sticking with the switchy D, there's quick doubles and then quick return to matching up. Facing the best teams you can't simply rely on getting stops, you have to eat clock and force 3rd and 4th options, and capitalize on mistakes. The Mystics have been effective on both fronts all night. They dare to leave Slim alone behind the arc and she makes them pay. For the third time now, Slim grabs a poor pass intended for someone else and saves possession. Smith gets a steal and Court continues her hot streak in the midrange. We get a reprieve on her next attempt, and Stef earns us another 3 points. KMac answers. Austin checks in and puts up a confident jumper. Karlie hits a 3. Our offensive rebounding has been pretty good this game. Timeout from Eric, it's still tight. Carleton sneaks a triple over Karlie. Back-to-back strong buckets by Shakira and Jade give us an edge going into the final quarter. 52-51.
4th Quarter Jado finds an opening and puts down the 3. Back-to-back steals by the Lynx. Now Jade gets one in retaliation. Minnesota has squeezed a 4-point lead out of those steals and Eric calls time. We find Shatori in the corner for a 3. JVL HITS A HUGE ONE to follow. NOW STEF OH MY GOD. Eric apparently called for better offense in the timeout. Did he mean back-to-back-to-back late-clock 3s? Timeout Lynx. Court is still killing us with her magic touch. 67 all with under 3 minutes to go. The relatively low score doesn't tell an accurate story of the shooting, which has been good. It's just that defense has also been good and shots are coming later in possessions. Minnesota pulls ahead by 5 and they're in the bonus. Timeout Washington to make a plan. 1:25 left. Coach Christy is laying down wisdom for the team not just for this moment but for the rest of the season. JVL to Edwards for the lay-in. Court takes a light foul and we put in a 3-point lineup between foul shots: JVL, Karlie, Slim, Earl, and Stef. Clock says 1:08, deficit: 5. Slim lays it up. Lynx timeout. McWin point out that this has been extremely close the whole contest, biggest lead 6. I'd call that a very impressive feat for the Mystics versus my pick for the title. Even if we lose this one, we did not collapse in the 4th. We get a stop out of the timeout! Now Eric calls time. I don't like that. Let them do their thing. It's probably a 3 anyway. Looks like he just wanted to put JVL and Stef back in. Inexplicably, Slim shoots a midrange shot (and misses). I'm very, very confused. Also the clock isn't right, there should be 16 seconds not 14. Alas, we miss the 3 this time. 71-78 final.
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Game 34 In The View-Master Thurs, Sept 5 10:00pm EDT Washington @ Phoenix
Starting: WASH: Atkins, Dolson, Edwards, Sykes, Vanloo (Austin ankle injury) PHX: Cloud, Copper, Cunningham, Griner, Taurasi (Allen knee)
1st Quarter We're in Phoenix and they are playing a 4-guard lineup as has been a hallmark of their season. Frankly, I think this will suit the Mystics just fine. Taurasi with the 3 to open the scoring. Now Slim takes it to the rack over DT. JVL and Aaliyah work a beautiful two-person game on the left side for 2. It's a corner 3 for JVL now. Aaliyah snags the rebound after a Stef trey misses and tussles a little with Cunningham but ultimately puts it back. Strong work from the rook. Phoenix is running just about everything through BG. They look like they are in a bad mood. DC offense looks very good. There's none of the frenetic energy from last game. Earl jumps in 2 points. We work 23 seconds off the clock on D and the Tash puts up a gorgeous floater. Ok Tash, you can have that one. Ooh Karlie did not look like she expected the ball a few paces behind the arc, but when she caught it she immediately drained the 3. Footprint Center is siiiiileeeeent. Kah gets too casual and Aaliyah pokes the ball way from behind. The Mercury can't get their heads in the game. Shatori calls her own 3 and makes it falling over style. Karlie gets an off-balance buzzer shot after being harangued by Cloud. Celeste Taylor shoots a 3 then fouls Karlie on her attempt to answer. Jado learns what we can only call a valuable lesson going against BG and Mo Billings, but the ball lands with Engstler who puts it up for 3. Kah flails into Jade now and gets the call. Justice is served as she misses 2 of 3. 24-15.
2nd Quarter Again we go into the 2nd quarter with a strong lead and outplaying the other team—can we sustain it better tonight? Stef with an easy jumper to start us off. Sug comes in and gets a steal but Earl's 3 rims out. Earl cooks and Coach Tibbetts needs time already. Mo spoils a good defensive stand with perfect positioning for a rebound. Koné is not afraid to put it up for which I am grateful. Somehow Sug beats out BG for a rebound. A few consecutive DC misses have let the Mercury off the hook. Now a great passing sequence finds Earl for 3. Another easy possession as Sug finds Stef. Karlie gets an elbow to the face on a jump ball and very fortunately it missed her eye because she immediately has a huge goose egg right above the eyebrow. I've never seen that intense of a goose egg that fast wow. She gets back on the court and drills a 3. With that we pull ahead 36-20. Tash hits a 3 after a timeout—she's still a shooter, people. Aaliyah with some nice moves under the hoop. Karlie draws an offensive foul and hits the deck. It's a physical game for her as has been the case all season. When Karlie catches the ball in her shot pocket, she immediately starts her shooting motion, then pulls out if she needs to pass. It's rote, automatic. She drops it off for Engstler now for an easy bunny. Engstler blocks Cunningham and JVL gives a little step back action to shoot it over BG. We find JVL unmarked now in the corner for 3. Engstler tries to get too fancy with it and trips but gets the call. This one is perhaps controversial because Engstler tripped by trying to dribble between her legs at full speed and stepped on the back of Sophie's shoe, but I understand why the call was made anyway—Sophie was in her path technically. The fans aren't happy, fair enough. Engstler redeems herself with a spin move inside. And Sophie gets hers with a 3 over her. Karlie answers in the final seconds. 50-32!
3rd Quarter 56% shooting in the first half. Let's goooo. Slim is ready to get herself some points. Karlie goes again from 3. She's 4 for 4. Slim goes at Kah for a second time this quarter and puts up a pretty bucket again. BG fader is the bread and butter of the Mercury and it's really all they're eating tonight. Aaliyah with a nice move but no finish. JVL is marked by BG and blows by her for a layup. Tash takes it on her back with a quick 3. Karlie steals and Slim takes care of it. It's 61-37. Still, I wouldn't put it past us to lose this one. BG blocks Stef. Slim beats the buzzer by a millisecond. Now Engstler gets a block on Kah, but the possession ends in a buzzer 3 from Cunningham. Nice pass inside to Slim and she is racking it up this quarter. The Mercury are looking completely ineffective on both ends. Shatori steals and runs it out. She does it at least once a game. Taylor 3 followed by a wild sequence on both ends where no one can hold on the basketball ends with bodies on the floor. Now Tash takes on Koné but Tori is there for the block. Engstler gets a steal and JVL slows it down wisely. She takes and makes another 3 over BG. Engstler hits from deep, then turns around and gets a steal. It's been pretty lights out. 75-53.
4th Quarter Do the Mercury have the most blowouts this season? Mo Billings has been effective on both ends, but she can't win this game alone. I still can't believe she didn't have a contract. After a tough couple of possessions for Koné she makes a 3. Love that. Kah answers. Ariel has not played this half. The Mercury allow a ridiculously easy play execution for Washington. Hopefully intentionally, we are making plays in the waning shot clock seconds this quarter. That's something you love to get some practice with and so far it's been remarkably successful. Sika with a block now. Slim takes it all the way in. Karlie again quick release 3 for 19 points off 100% shooting from the floor. 5 of 5 from distance. Kiki Herbert Harrigan just checked in for Phoenix and I don't know what the wait was for. Sika hits another 3! Go off. Kiki answers though. Quality slipped a bit in the 4th but the result was never in doubt, for maybe only the second time this season. Karlie had an outstanding game, a career game. 90-77 final.
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Game 33 Outlined Tues, Sept 3 8:00pm EDT Washington @ Dallas
Starting: WASH: Atkins, Dolson, Edwards, Sykes, Vanloo (Austin ankle injury) DAL: Howard, McCowan, Ogunbowale, Sabally, Sheldon
1st Quarter Based on the game preview, all we have to do is keep Arike from going left. Austin is still out and we're facing the tallest team in the league I'm pretty sure, and they're starting 2 forwards and a center. Stef plays good D on McCowan right away and we get an efficient offensive possession on the board. Edwards gets a steal, but can't convert. JVL sinks a 3. Make that two of 'em! Sabally steals from Ariel. Beautiful pass around to find the open shot—Sykes for 3. Stef follows suit. I love this. Respect to Dallas' passing though. Our spacing and ball movement is also looking good early. Arike takes her first shot and it's well off. Engstler forces a turn and gets a 3 on the other end. Is Howard a free agent next year? Would love to see her in DC. Koné hits a nice jumper. Earl gets a last second steal to seal the quarter. 26-16.
2nd Quarter Engstler gets a great rebound but we can't do anything with it. The Mystics have yet to score under the hoop (although we've been fouled several times there). This time Engstler breaks through. Earl beautiful jumper. We force a shot clock violation with what may be the best shutdown defensive stand I've seen from DC this year. We won every matchup that possession. Shatori gets her own rebound and puts it away. Jade nearly blocks Satou but gets more than ball. Stef and Howie smiling and chatting now. Come play for DC? Karlie goes from deep. Arike finally gets a shot, a 3. Brilliant pass from JVL to Aaliyah for 2. There's been some beach ball madness at times in this game. Teaira McCowan is eating us up, I'm sure she has half their points. Eric calls break and we come back out with a 3 from Engstler. Hmm, the Mystics briefly forgot that passing was working really, really well. Next play we remember and find Earl for 3. Now it's Karlie for 3. Her shooting motion is so quick and so consistent. A couple strong minutes from Engstler close the second. Wooooow, this announcer just called Teaira's live interview embarrassing—presumably she swore, they cut the first thing she said. Nancy called it powerful, the dude called it embarrassing. 51-39. We only had 3 first half turns.
3rd Quarter Stuttery start to this half for both teams, then Stef swishes a 3. The size matchups are really unfavorable for DC. Sabally is on Atkins and Howard on JVL. Eric checks them both out. They keep cutting away from gameplay so I don't know how it happened but there was a backcourt giveaway. A couple bad fouls and throwaways and the Wings have crawled back within 5. We once led by 14. Engstler hits a 3 to settle us down. We go right back to drives and one-on-one matchups that haven't worked all game. A few rare misses from the perimeter and it's been a poor shooting quarter, allowing Dallas back in it. With 2 seconds left, Shatori streaks down the court and Engstler quarterbacks for 2. 71-65.
4th Quarter Sika makes a tough drive against Howard and gets the and-1. Engstler strips the ball and Shatori does her thing again. JVL with a nice jumper. Now a 3 from the Belgian. JVL to Engstler for the lay-in and Coach Trammell wants to chat. Our 16-point lead returns. Satou with the trey. Engstler is having a game—rebound and reverse gives her 19. Ariel textbook middie. Arike puts up a tough shot and gets tagged. Earl with another jumper. I remember the last time we played Dallas I was impressed by their demeanor in a losing situation. That positivity and composure has not been here tonight. Arike is coming alive a little late. She has brought them back within 6 with a minute thirty left. We run down the clock with multiple missed shots and rebounds, but don't manage a stop on the other end. Dallas needs 4 in 26 seconds. We get the stop. Finally a rough ending that we manage to survive. Credit to Emily Engstler with a clutch performance. 90-86 final.
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mysticscrystalrevelation · 4 months ago
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Game 25 Snapshot Tues, July 16 11:30am EDT Phoenix @ Washington
Starting: WASH: Atkins, Dolson, Hines-Allen, Vanloo, Walker-Kimbrough (Austin hip recovery, Sykes foot injury, Samuelson hand injury, Richards knee injury) PHX: Allen, Cloud, Copper, Griner, Taurasi
1st Quarter Myisha Hines-Allen opens the scoring with a silky smooth jumper. BG has taken the first 3 shots for the Mercury. It just doesn't look right to see Tash vs. Myisha. Opposing teams? Noooo. Anyway the Mystics pass pass pass and find Shatori free and 3-worthy. DT shoots one in response. Shatori gets a steal and passes ahead to Vanloo, and what's this? A successful layup? Fluke. Bec Allen hits from 3. Loose pass by the Mystics and Eric calls break at 7-12. Aaliyah goes up against BG and gets denied twice but manages to get the ball back each time. Jade drives in with a waning shot clock and makes the layup. Suspicious. Great cleanup on the glass by Edwards while BG is sitting. Ok now it's getting crazy, she goes in for the reverse layup and it's a tricky shot but goes down easy. What gives? Aaliyah hits a jumper and she is feeling good! Things are physical—about half of the players have personally inspected the floor in the last minute or so. DT just popped Ariel in the face and then fell/crawled over her. Let's not do the injury thing tonight ok? Flagrant 1. 19-17.
2nd Quarter The Mystics keep trying to pass overhead and it keeps getting disrupted. Phoenix may play with a "small" lineup but they aren't actually short. Yish drives hard to the basket. Stef stays strong vs BG and we get a rebound. On the transition JVL finds a streaking Jado who goes straight to it, Kiki Herbert Harrigan blocks with her hand but McWin is not happy about the body contact. Regardless Hines-Allen was there for the cleanup and a foul called now. Eric is given a tech over his displeasure about the no-call for Jade. He led the league in techs last year. DT trucks Jade on the other end now, but it was a basketball play IMO. Then she goes for 3. Physicality continues and it is definitely the most physical game of the season. DT goes again for 3 and the lead. A flaming pass from JVL inside to Dolson who is doubled and drops it off to Engstler who hesitates just long enough to draw a foul—and makes the shot. The Mystics go back to the Ariel Atkins jumper. Now it's 4 quick points for Phoenix off a turnover and a rebound. Earl hits another middy. Aaliyah comes back in and continues her great game. Painfully Recent Former Mystic Tash Cloud hits from 3. Meanwhile DC has consecutive misses and then watches as Kah waltzes to the hoop. Energy check. Shatori is there to provide from 3. Bec Allen got a tech—has she been influenced by her more demonstrative teammates? Earl now catch and shoot 3 off the kickout from Stef. There is a lot more movement now on offense for the Mystics as they respond to a zone look. We find JVL for 3 as a result. Tied at 42. Shoutout to Myisha Hines-Allen. She may not have the biggest game numbers-wise today but everything she is doing she is crushing <3. Shatori scoops one home, arcing it right over Copper and Griner. 46-44.
3rd Quarter It's JVL for 3 right off the bat in the 2nd. Slim wrote a paper in college about Christy Winters-Scott. Dredge it up! Let's read it! JVL goes again! She is back in form after a couple tough games on their road trip. Nice moves here by Shatori for 2. On the next play it's perfect chemistry as we pick, roll, and kick out to the hot hand—Vanloo 3, Phoenix timeout. DiDi is HYPING JVL like only she can. Kah hits at the buzzer to respond. A good run by the Mercury follows and it's still a very close contest. Shatori blocks Kah but the ball lands in the hands of Sophie Cunningham for 2. Stef nets a deuce from the key corner. It has been a game of impressive offensive plays. To me the defense has looked good on both ends, but it's been showing off by both teams on O. The All-Star Game wishes it were this smooth. A couple turns now and the Mercury work up a 3-point advantage. Eric stops play. We turn again out of the timeout and commit our second foul this game on a 3-point shot. Not the way to end the quarter, DC. Another turn and we are going to need to chill out at the qurater break. 13-0 Phoenix run from those turns, yikes. 63-71.
4th Quarter Things are looking just as sloppy to open the 4th. Yish flies in like a hero, though, to grab a pass and put it in. She goes strong under the hoop on the next play, too, and Coach Tibbetts wants to talk it over. Heh heh heh we go straight to Hines-Allen again out of the timeout and this time she reverses it. Stef drains a 3 now. A couple misses and turns put us right back down 10 with 5 minutes remaining. Shatori gives us 3 needed points. The Mercury are drawing a lot of fouls. JVL is off from 3, but we recover possession and she gets the second attempt. Earl is fired up and steals the ball right from DT's hands, she takes it all the way herself versus Tash and makes a difficult shot—through contact. 4-point game. Kah has been all money this half, she hits another buzzer beater. Cunningham hits a 3 and the lead is back to 9 with 1:17 on the clock. Kah seals it. We are not a comeback team. 87-96 final. Tash was one rebound shy of a triple-double. Double-double for Myisha as well. The Mercury shot very, very well. Turns piled up too much at the end for DC.
It's time for a break. Sending love and healing to our 4 injured players. Looking forward to a healthy Act 2.
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mysticscrystalrevelation · 5 months ago
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Game 23 Not Exactly Minced Weds, July 10 12:00pm EDT Washington @ Indiana
Starting: WASH: Atkins, Dolson, Hines-Allen, Richards, Vanloo (Austin hip recovery, Sykes foot injury, Samuelson hand injury) IND: Boston, Clark, Hull, Mitchell, Samuelson
1st Quarter The Mystics face the Fever coming off of a big win over New York. It's a different starting lineup than our last matchup, with Hull and the younger Samuelson in today. Stef Dolson is back from her illness, thank goodness. We get 2 offensive rebounds on the first possession and 3 good shots… that all miss. DiDi BLOCKS Clark coming in from the help side. Now Myisha goes for 3 but can't connect. Oof, Katie Lou cuts immediately and a quick pass from Clark bypasses our defense. Now Boston gets a block on Stef. Clark gets a step on JVL (via a lil shove) and she shoots the 3. JVL steps behind the Stef screen to exact her revenge from 3. Stef goes 3, too! The announcers are bringing up college stats on Stef—uh, that was ten years ago, of course her game has improved. Peaked in college players don't play 10 years in the W. Stef's D forces a travel from Boston. Earl runs ahead of the play and shoots one over Boston. Tall defenders don't shake her. Turns for the Fever are starting to rack up. JVL forces another with good backcourt D. Edwards gets a nice bucket against Boston, but then Katie Lou goes 3. Earl gets the bucket over Boston again. The Fever have almost as many turns as points… NaLyssa Smith checks in and goes straight to the hoop. Earl responds from 3. Smith runs into Hines-Allen and does the running man, whistle blows and I thought it was because she stepped out of bounds but apparently Yish fouled her. Great combo steal by Jade and Earl. An oustanding pass inside from Stef to Shatori and things are clicking. This time Earl finds Stef cutting. It's an 18-5 run for DC, then Clark goes for 3. Some defensive lapses on both sides here. Atkins shows off her footwork going solo and we end the quarter 26-17. The Fever had about 8 turns.
2nd Quarter The Mystics force a shot clock violation on the opening defensive stand. Clark takes the ball right out of Engstler's hands and then passes it back to her on the other end haha—she runs the floor and cashes in. Wheeler is left alone and takes care of business. Stef gets a gorgeous pass to cutting Jade who reverses. Now we pass around the perimeter to find JVL for 3 and Coach Sides needs to talk—10-2 run for DC. We only have 2 turnovers so far. Wheeler cuts behind the defense again and the Mystics need to make an adjustment on the help defense on Clark. Now Clark is getting into the shoving again versus JVL, but this time it's off-ball and Katie Lou comes over to reel her in. Meanwhile Stef and Boston discuss their professional differences. Boston picks up her third foul and sits with 6 minutes in the half. It's 36-23. DC passing is looking excellent. Aaliyah goes against NaLyssa and gets blocked once but recovers quick and shoots over her. Mitchell drives right through two defenders. We foul on the missed free throw rebound but with Indiana in the bonus they go right back to the line. I don't know how NaLyssa Smith made this great bucket, she did, however, double dribble leading up to it. JVL employs a visionary pass and Aaliyah handles it with aplomb. No one on the Fever seems able to stop Ariel from getting whatever. It helps that she can shoot from wherever but still. 44-32. Shatori steals and then gets tripped up and Indiana recovers the ball so Shatori has to go and steal it again. Tori Things. Now Clark steals so Shatori HAS TO DO IT BACK AGAIN this time she runs it out and scores. Jado is left alone on the perimeter and everyone just watches as she calmly hits the 3. 51-37
3rd Quarter Stef is immediately whistled for nothing. Ariel is blocked but the ball goes sort of straight up and back into her hands and she's fouled. Now a travel is called as both Earl and Yish go for the tipped rebound and collide slightly while putting their hands on the ball. The announcers are as confused as I am by the whistle. Clark gets a 3 off that turnover. Somehow JVL loses the ball and Earl grabs it on the ground and gets it back to her for a layup. Next play it's her turn to be charged a foul for nothing. Clark gives Ariel a little shove into Boston and is finally called for it, the vets will tell her not to extend her arms like that. Shove with your elbows bent like the pros, Caitlin. It's a brilliant quick play finding Earl for a pullup. Boston goes strong against Stef underneath for 2. The other way Stef is backing down Katie Lou who is saying some sorta something and she is knocked over, charge called. Stef is laughing, either at the trash talk or the call, I dunno. Why won't the camera pan to Karlie for a reaction?? Eric leaps onto the court when Clark dribbles it off her leg and so the ball doesn't cross half court in time. Chill, Eric, they called it. Clark steals and passes behind-the-back to Smith for a layup and the Mystics call timeout. 5-11 Fever run. 56-48. Stef finds Shatori cutting to the hoop out of the timeout. JVL/Stef pick and roll interrupted by Clark stealing, but JVL gets down and steals back, and Shatori finds Stef again. Stef gets an elbow to the jaw and is called for a foul. Mystics challenge. Success—it's an offensive foul, Boston's 5th. 15 minutes to go here. Atkins right away goes to the pullup out of the timeout. Stef gets a rebound on the other end, passes ahead of the play and the ball gets around back to her as she steps up to the 3 point line. There's only one thing for her to do and it's to drain it. Lead up to 17 now. Stef finally gets a rest, this game has been the most demonstrative I've seen from her this season—in a positive, fiery way, not a chippy one. Apparently the Fever have only one O board all game thus far. They look extremely dejected. Seeing it makes me proud of our team, we have been way down in points at times, and in wins this season, but we have never been out mentally. JVL for 3. Katie Lou answers. 76-55
4th Quarter Engstler almost gets a steal but fouls en route. The Fever with three quick layups to start the 4th and we call timeout as all our possessions have come up empty. Mitchell is feeling it right now and DC has back-to-back turns. 10-0 run for the Fever. Our offense is sloppy and the Fever are finally showing fight. Clark hits a 3 and the lead has ducked into singled digits. Let's not do this, Mystics. Not today. Nice rebound here by Edwards. We've chilled out a little. Hull knocks down a 3. She's been playing good defense. 3 minutes left and a 15-point lead for DC. Timeout Indiana. Clark with a 3 out of the timeout and then she interrupts a pass and grabs a steal. She grabs another one a minute later with help from Hull and the lead has dropped to 6. What do we do in this situation? Throw it away. Gotta keep things exciting in the final 2 minutes. Hull forces a jump ball. Earl gets called for a foul with Indiana in the bonus but Eric challenges. The contact was clearly initiated by Clark's shoulder, but I'm not sure Ariel was in a legal guarding position. Officials say call stands. Following the free throws it's a one-possession game with a minute remaining. Like I said, you have to keep it entertaining. Tickets these days are not cheap. Earl makes a ridiculous shot. Clark makes 2 free throws. It's Boston versus Dolson on a jump ball, the ball is tipped to Atkins and timeout called. 16.9 seconds. JVL goes to the line. She makes both for a 5-point lead. Timeout Fever. The Fever inbound and Shatori disrupts the pass, a poor shot after and securing the win! She chats up the officials with her signature smile. 89-84 final.
Double A with 26 points. Clark with 29.
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