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djarinsbeskar · 3 years ago

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Foul - Boxer!Din AU

Definition - To break one of boxing’s rules (i.e. hitting an opponent below the navel, ear or while they are down), which can ultimately lead to point deductions if they are repeated.

A/N: The results of my Boxer!AU poll told me that the majority were interested in a jealous/protective boxer so I hope I have delivered! As always, relaxed fit = unedited, no beta. We also have a sneaky introduction to Paz in the Boxer verse which is super exciting! His concept art has been completed by the insanely talented @ronnieiswriting when I said I saw a mix of Jason Momoa and Winston Duke as our heavy. PLEASE heed the warnings in this chapter. There is nothing explicit but the topics hinted at might be triggering.

Word Count: 7k

Rating: 18+ (NO Minors)

Warnings: SMUT! (unprotected sex), blood and violence, toxic masculinity and derogatory speech, hints at discussions of non-con, somewhat possessive behavior, spanking, dom!Din and everything that comes with it.

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He might as well have been in hell. A colosseum of decaying humanity and dirt floors that erupted in a burst of dust like poisonous ash every time his next opponent fell. The hollow thump of pure muscle meeting the ground of the makeshift ring only drowned by the cheers of spectators. Masked, shadowed—unseen as they dropped hundreds – thousands sometimes – on which gladiator would remain standing in the end.

He felt like a king, a god among men within the confines of his realm of rope and canvas. It was easy to forget—standing under the spotlights that highlighted the sweat and blood and sculpted beauty of primal masculinity that it was a hollow victory any time he fought in the seedy underground rings of Akiva.

Every gladiator was a slave. Even the victor.

Why the fuck did he think it was a good idea to let you come to one of these fights?

“Enough!”

Paz’s unassailable strength banded around Din’s chest, pinning his arms to his side—attempting to contain lightning in a glass jar. Sweat, blood—it all dripped into Din’s eyes as he growled at his opponent, passed out in the middle of the dirt ring—face swollen and puffy from Din’s fists.

Laser focus and animosity spilled from charcoal eyes as he tried to break free of his friends hold with a vicious yank forward of powerful shoulder and an unfaltering purpose. The bastard had it coming. One round a few punches wasn’t enough to slake Din’s anger, the fumes of rage seeping into his skin and clouding his senses until all he could think of was making the asshole on the ground before him pay.

The practiced speed that Din wrapped his hands slowed at the rowdy group on the other side of the room. Dammit, for all the money they brought in, could these cheapskates not provide separate fucking changing rooms so he didn’t have to be subjected to idiots jacking themselves up on testosterone and false hope?

But pissing contests and fragile masculinity weren’t what caught his attention. He could tune that bullshit out like a fine art. What caught Din’s attention was the obvious death wish one of his possible opponents had – if he even managed to get that far up the ranks to Din – when he waved a red flag in front of the boxers’ metaphorical bull.

“See that one in the front row? You know the one I’m talking about.”

Bawdy agreements and asinine gestures raked up Din’s spine, thorny—and prickling nerves of instinct that made him pause the music blaring in his ears. He fucking hated the scum he came across in these fights. Gang members, criminals—the dredges of humanity he sometimes worried he was part of.

“Gonna get her on her knees choking on my cock before the night is out. Sluts like that love titles, champions—why else do they attend? Good excuse to win tonight, eh fellas?”

“Do you wanna completely destroy your career?” Paz yelled over the chortles and raucous cheers for more, for revenge—for everything under the poor fallacy of a sun that strung in dim, bald bulbs along the notoriously infamous Avika fighting ring.

Din thought you would be safe, arrogantly assuming people would avoid even looking at you once they saw who you were with. And you had been—you were safe, but even he couldn’t protect you from the thoughts of others.

The larger man struggled with him, dragging him out of the ring when it was obvious his words were falling on deaf ears. All Din could hear was the little pricks voice in his head from hours before.

Din stood.

Inhaled, exhaled—tried those bullshit breathing exercises that were supposed to focus his mind before a fight. Help to rein in a temper like his from overflowing in devastating tidal waves to destroy all around him. Din didn’t lose his temper often—but when he did, it was lethal.

The breathing exercises didn’t work.

Because the idiot kept talking.

“Did you see the ass on that?”

Leers sounded from his group of friends. Encouraging the vile words that Din always knew came from a man who felt entitled to a woman’s body. He had seen enough of the underbelly of the world to know what that led to time and again. Din might have been shameless in his youth and even until recently when it came to sex, to one night stands, to women—but he fucking respected the girls he fucked or didn’t fuck.

“Traipsing around in a dress like that? She’s looking for the attention,” the asshole defended himself when one of his party voiced an alternative point of view. They were promptly shut down and didn’t speak again.

Din’s blood turned to ice. An image of you running a hand down his arm on your way to your seat when you parted ways for him to get ready, dress sinfully tight but effortlessly classy—a zip front he was dying to pull open with his teeth later that night.

“It’ll look so good with my cock buried in it…”

The ice in his blood turned to fury, white hot and molten as he tied off the tape at his wrists—throwing the roll into the dingy locker he had been given for the evening. The clatter of noise from where it slammed against the metal back was the only warning he was planning on giving them. The lull of conversation was fleeting, his warning going unheeded—when dim-witted morons didn’t read the murder in his gaze.

Looks like they weren’t nearly as intelligent as the pigs he thought them to be.

Grabbing his water bottle and phone, Din stalked towards the chipped door—distracting himself with a text of “don’t go anywhere alone in this place, sweetheart. Ask Paz to go with you” sent to you without a second thought.

The immediate response of “Yes yes I know, for the thousandth time. Don’t worry and focus on yourself” did little to assuage the roar of blood in his ears. There was only one thing he heard over the noise, one thing as his vision became hued in red and fixated on a single target.

“Wonder if she’ll let me fuck her there too—can’t imagine she’s a virgin but her ass will still probably be tighter than her cunt.”

Bald headed and littered in scars and tattoos of a gang known for their viciousness, the other boxer – if he could even be called that – thrust vulgarly into the air, mimicking the hold he would have on the girl. Din’s girl.

The fucker had a death wish.

And Din was only too happy to play the part of the grim reaper.

His friends voice hardly registered over that same ringing in his ears, the roar of protective aggression at the lecherous sneer on the other man’s face who now lay in a heap in the dirt, the filth he spewed about his masseuse, his girl. How beady eyes, cold and villainous dared to drift away from Din before the bell sounded—over his shoulder, to where he knew you were sitting. Knowing your body had been tainted by the gaze of a man who would sooner take what he wanted from you by force than look at you with anything akin to the respect you deserved—it made something snap inside of Din.

And he attacked.

He was lucky he had only been disqualified.

He was damn lucky no one called the cops.

But the perks of underground fighting, was that everyone who attended had something to hide. And no one wanted to be caught in the middle of shady transactions or betting on fighters to beat each other to a pulp. Hell, the savagery Din subjected the other guy to was exactly what half the fuckers who showed up hoped to see.

Din wasn’t just a nameless street fighter though, not anymore. He had something to lose. Any smear on his record for assault and he would be suspended from tournament participation quicker than the asshole’s body dropped after a crushing blow under the jaw by Din’s right uppercut.

Thank fuck Din’s main sponsor was equally as shady. A good man by Din’s logic, but merciless when it came to succeeding. Din being benched was the surest way to make his benefactors patience run out. No, Paz was right—Boba even more so when he clocked Din good in the cheek after Paz wrestled the irate male out of the ring.

“You fucking idiot, bloodlust is an ugly image, boy—”

“I am not a boy—” Din snapped at Boba, teeth bared and bloody from his split lip, neck straining when he spat the words viciously at his long-time coach. He ran his tongue over the metallic tang of blood before spitting it out of his mouth onto the dirt flooring by the chaotic rows of metal seating.

“You almost killed a guy in the ring, you little shit,” Boba snarled with equal venom, matching the anger reflected in Din’s gaze with furious sense Din didn’t want to witness.

“Let me go,” was all Din growled, eyes never leaving his coach’s even when Paz loosened his arms around his chest. Heaving, coal black eyes darkened dangerously and stabbed the former boxer with a dare to try and restrain him again. The other man shook a rope of dreadlock that had come loose from the strip of leather he kept his hair tied in and made to say something when Din interrupted,

“Where is she?”

Paz closed his mouth, heavy brows furrowing over his eyes as recognition dawned in their dark hues,

“Is that what this is about? Dammit, vod—it’s not like she’s your girlfriend, isn’t that what you always say?”

“Don’t fucking try me tonight—” Din snapped aggressively, the threatening hum between the two men charged to dangerous voltage.

“Din?”

Your voice washed over him – aloe on the burns his fury had scorched his skin with – and he was making his way over to you in the next moment, mind battling with instinct as he ignored the calls and curses of his friends.

Mine.

Not yours—

Mine.

He moved with feral grace, parting the sea of people who bleated from the sidelines but cowered in his presence once his attention was facing them and there was no canvas or rope to separate boxer from spectator. They were lucky. He didn’t see them. Would step on them if they were stupid enough to stay in his path. All he could see, was you—watching him with confusion and concern marring those pretty features, absent of fear in the face of an incensed, adrenaline fueled boxer post fight.

He exhaled a growl as he came to stand before you, the sound cavernous and deep in his chest—the hands you had lifted to examine his face intercepted by his own when he grabbed them. His fingers wrapped fully around your wrists, and he was reminded of how fragile you were – even if you worked out whenever you could and had a will of iron that would make you whack him for saying that – and just how easily a man like him, any of the fighters here tonight—could hurt you.

Never.

They wouldn’t dare.

Not with him around.

But how could they know?

How would they know to stay the fuck away from you?

Knuckles stained with dirt and blood; his hand rasped against the softness of your palm as he dragged you in the direction of the unused backstage waiting room fighters had been offered as a changing room. Where this whole fucking thing started.

“Din—Din, what the hell happened up there?”

You jogged behind him to keep up with his pace, long legs taking him farther than your shorter ones could when confined to the heels you had worn for the night out. He stalked through the dimly lit corridors to the flaky, chipped door with a temporary sign on lined paper with “ATHLETES” scrawled along the front of it like some ironic joke.

He almost bent the worn, cheap metal handle in half—nearly pulled it from its socket with how hard he tore the door open and dragged you over the threshold inside.

You whirled on him with a huff, eyes flashing and hands planting on your hips in growing annoyance.

“Din will you just—”

You didn’t get another word out.

His wrapped hands cupped your cheeks between them, his mouth on yours hungrily when he bent over you. Biting, clawing, desperate—the kiss was more a battle of tongue and teeth than anything else. There was nothing soft, nothing slow or affectionate about the way his teeth sank into your bottom lip so hard you gasped. The way the blood seeping from his split lip painted yours in a crimson rouge—smeared and varnishing you in a visceral mark of his claim.

“Mine,” he snarled unknowingly into your mouth, lapping his tongue along the prairies of your tastebuds, plundering the depths of your mouth to brand every inch of you he could reach. Inside and out. His hands had the same idea, forming down over the shape of your curves as he walked you back blindly to the disused vanity pushed against the closest wall. Topped with a row of mirrors undoubtedly used by performers for whatever this place had once been used for, the glass was now aged with discoloration.

It didn’t matter.

He didn’t have eyes for anything but you as he hiked your legs up to perch you on the edge, your fingers curled into the taut muscles at his neck and clawing down over the sweat slick muscles of his pecs—catching on flat nipples that made ripples of pleasure heat his body further. Mad him tangle a hand in your hair, yank your head back harshly and meet your eyes with dark desire before dropping to your neck. His newest target.

“Din…” your irritated, questioning tone had morphed to fervent sighs. His tongue mapped a trail from the corner of your mouth – tasting the tang of his own blood – to the rapid tattoo of your pulse, a delicate sheen of perspiration beginning to shimmer on your flushed skin from the arousal. Another layer of flavor for him to get drunk on.

So fucking hot under his hands.

So beautiful.

So his.

“Mine,” he repeated into the curve of your neck, framed by tremulous stretches of muscle either side that he carved with scrapes of his teeth to leave tracks of slow fading pink grazes before he bit into it. Your legs – already open and inviting him to settle between them – crossed at the ankles around his narrow hips to keep him close. It was fucking intoxicating the way he could make you feel, the desperate need he had for you.

Months of sleeping together, of knowing his body so intimately had given you a rare insight to his emotions whether he knew it or not. And you knew he didn’t need to talk right now, he needed to fuck. To work through whatever had affected him so badly in hard kisses and rough hands on your soft flesh. It didn’t stop your stomach from flipping at his possessive words though, deliriously spoken but whispering the unacknowledged desires you had for him beyond his body.

“Yours,” you admitted before you could stop yourself, your hand cupping under his jaw to lift his mouth back to yours. His raspy moan at your agreement turned positively filthy when you carded short nails through his damp hair. Din was weak to having his hair stroked, his staunch dominance buckling in violent shivers of pleasure when you dragged those skilled fingers down the back of his skull and neck.

Traipsing around in a dress like that…

His eyes flew open, and he broke the kiss—ripped his mouth from yours to press his forehead to yours, eyes searching while his free hand ran indulgently up your torso to the neckline of your dress,

“Never let anyone disrespect you, sweetheart—” he rumbled, his fingers already undoing the zip of the dress, the nude pink material tempting to the eye and celebrating those features you were most proud of—that he found irresistible to know you loved. That someone could make you uncomfortable in those clothes… fucker. He snarled and pressed a long kiss to your mouth, large hands spreading the sides of the dress open wide – no underwear, baby? – and shucked the material down your arms to leave you bare before him.

His appreciation for your body – fucking gorgeous – was only tampered by the frustration he had with himself at the noise of confusion you made at his words. Of course, you hadn’t heard anything that asshole had said thankfully—but fuck, he couldn’t get it out of his head. You read his desperation somehow, and nodded slowly with puzzled eyes, teeth sinking into your swollen bottom lip as you leaned back on your hands.

So trusting…

Fuck.

It made alarm and something akin to fear rise swell uncomfortably in his throat.

He tried again.

“Never let anyone take advantage of you,” he whispered against your mouth in earnest, his hands running up your bare thighs to press his thumbs into the seams of your legs and hips, “tell me—”

His mouth dropped to your collarbone, funneling those feelings into lapping down to your heaving breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth with a groan and befuddling your mind to his request until he nipped the swollen peak – say it, baby – and caused your head to fall back against the mirror,

“Yes—yes,” you moaned, “I won’t—”

He snarled internally, dammit. Hearing you say it didn’t help. He wanted to say how he wouldn’t let anyone disrespect you, how he wouldn’t let anyone ever take advantage of you. But he couldn’t. Had to frame it like advice he would give any woman he knew instead of speaking it like the promise he wanted to make.

Din had been fucking you for the last few months now, exclusively after only a few months—but it never went beyond that. He had no reason, no excuse to be worried over your life or safety or what you did when you weren’t in his bed. He wasn’t expected to be involved in your life the way a friend or family member was. Not the way a boyfriend was.

He didn’t do relationships. Never had. Too much trouble and frankly—he liked his privacy, his space—and liked not being accountable to anyone but himself. The consequences of any shitty decisions he made would fall on him and him alone. If he demanded that of the women he slept with and then insisted on inserting himself into their lives in the next breath, he would be a hypocrite. And Din hated hypocrites.

He couldn’t.

But fuck. He never wanted to hear someone speak that way about you, never wanted them to think they had the slightest chance with a woman like you. His blood boiled at the notion of someone else’s hands on you, his tempered flared when he imagined your pleasure or smiles, or laughter give to someone who didn’t deserve you.

Like he did?

Fuck no, he knew he didn’t.

He never said he wasn’t selfish though, and he coveted you with sinful greed.

“Fuck me, baby—please, please—” you mewled into his neck as your hands that had started all of this with that first massage, fit into the sliver of space between your bodies to stroke along his cock over his shorts impatiently. His head fell back, and his mind blissfully emptied for a moment, grunting your name at the frisson of pleasure before those damned memories resurfaced again.

Look at the ass on that.

That.

Her. You weren’t a thing, a possession. You were—

He snarled. Misplaced anger manifesting in aggressive passion as he grabbed your wrist from where you stroked him to pin behind your back on the vanity.

“Always so eager, aren’t you—” he grinned darkly when you nodded, “turn around.”

The command was delivered low and dangerous, more a rumble of noise—deep echoes of jungle predators crackling like the kindling of threat, inspiring awareness that one wrong move would be fatal. But you never made a wrong move—not for as long as he had known you. Whether it was alleviating a pain deep in his muscles that had bothered him for months or pushing yourself slowing off the vanity to your feet as you were now—you always knew what he needed.

Wisps of hair fell into his eyes as he watched you—the decided turn of your naked body to dace the mirror—eyes never leaving his even as they caught them again in the aged glass. Bending forward, your ass pressed into the front of his shorts, and you rested your elbows on the vanity.

Perfect.

He didn’t realize he had whispered the word as he pressed his mouth between your shoulder blades, tongue trailing down the arch of your spine while his hands kneaded plush cheeks—spreading them and exposing your slick cunt to the cool air. The hitches in your breath, small squirms of your hips for relief—they all fed into his desire for you.

And he desired you. Constantly.

“I’m gonna eat your pussy until you can’t stand, baby—and then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t speak,” he muttered against the shell of your ear, massive bulk bowed over your back and shadowed eyes – the duality of warm walnut and lethal obsidian – bore into yours through the glass.

“I want them all to know who you belong to,” he nipped your ear, flicking his tongue along the cartilage—the black ink on his back catching the light as his muscles rippled with movement, a roll of pleasure from your ass grinding back against him with a whimper of his name, “so don’t be quiet this time, sweetheart.”

Your eyes fluttered open molasses slow from where they had dropped closed at his words,

“What—what hap—” you tried to turn your head, the concern mingled with lust in those gorgeous, honest eyes making warning bells blare painfully – too close – and he silenced you with a kiss. Swallowing the worry that hinted at feelings that surpassed those expected from a fuck buddy, he buried it deep inside himself, in the shadows like a coward. To be locked away where he would remain safe from it.

Your tongue grew sloppy with a moan when he ground his crotch into your ass—dragging the solid thickness of his clothed cock between your soaked folds and up against your tight rear entrance.

Wonder if she’ll let me take her there…

Bastard.

He sucked on your tongue with a groan of your name, hand releasing your cheeks to fan up your ribcage and cup your breasts. You jerked in sensitivity when rough hands pinched sore nipples – he fucking loved how sensitive your tits got just before your period. The cry you released was nothing short of musical, tempting him lower as he kissed down your spine—wrapped hands sanding down over your ribs again when he lapped around the rim of your ass, circling it before he traced lower.

You were dripping.

He dropped to his knees behind you, eyes drunken with an ingrained pride that he was the one in this position, looking at the petals of your swollen pussy glistening with arousal he inspired from just a few kisses and rolls of his hips. He kept his eyes on the steady trickle of wetness from your twitching entrance, his teeth grazing distractedly down the back of your thigh as he did so.

A finger ruddy with flecks of dried blood caught a string of your arousal – don’t waste a drop – and he sucked it between his lips with an approving groan, the noise of your whimpers the perfect accompaniment. Blood and lust. The essence of humanity, that was what he tasted when he sucked his finger clean. It tasted like life. And he wanted more.

A sharp crack echoed through the room when his hand came down hard on one cheek, and again... and again—each strike making that dripping wetness gush until he couldn’t hold back anymore. He buried his face in your cunt, nosing at your entrance and tongue spreading puffy lips apart so he could trace in pitter patter swipes through your folds—greedily gathering anything he could get on his tongue before swallowing. Dehydrated on the sands of depravity and sordid company—your cunt was an oasis of relief where he eagerly drank his fill.

You tried to move, your hips slamming up against the edge of the vanity – that’ll bruise – and you keened with a shuddering cry when his mouth simply followed your attempt to escape the onslaught of pleasure that was too much too soon.

“Fuck—fuckfuckfuck—” you gasped, dropping a hand back to tangle in his hair, dragging him closer despite your protests. Mm, he loved when you got like this—overstimulated from the first touch. No matter how much you whined, no matter how many times he wiped tears that smudged your makeup when he unraveled orgasm after orgasm from the knots inside you—he knew you loved the intensity as much as he did.

He spanked you again – take it – your cheeks red and beautiful when he spread them side for him to spit directly onto your quivering cunt. His saliva dribbled and mixed with your juices to gather over your clit, his mouth forming over the little bud enthusiastically, urged by your slow ruts back against his face to streak his face with your essence.

“More—” you whimpered.

“Greedy—” he growled back.

The sound of your breathless laugh meshed delightfully with the swallow of a moan – guttural and primal – and made his cock twitch in his shorts. His hips snapped up uselessly from where he was kneeling—finding no purchase or warm embrace to bury itself in as his tongue took that pleasure for itself.

It licked and curled with practiced, seemingly illogical strokes along your clit and up to your entrance—sloppily kissing it before his tongue dove into your tight depths, thumb working in quick circles over your clit. He knew exactly what to do to make you come undone.

Your first orgasm was sudden—strong and surprising. He hadn’t even fucking fingered you and you were already spasming around nothing. Your muscles tensed as you went on your toes to lean even further on the vanity, trying to escape his tongue that worked you through each wave—drowning you in the pleasure he knew only he could give you. You were his. His his his his h—

You sobbed his name, a raw answer to his internal mantra his mind struggled against and failed to overcome.

Din wanted you.

He wanted your body, your mind, your time—he wanted what Paz had.

Fuck.

The way the older man mooned and gazed with shameless adoration for the little baker he had fallen for in so short a time. Hell, Din teased him over it constantly. And maybe he didn’t want that—but he wanted something. Din wanted something with you. Wanted you to visit him in the gym and stop him mid set just to kiss him and tell him that you would wait for him to finish so you could go home together. He wanted to buy you flowers without having to think of a fucking excuse like last time to distance himself from the sentimentality. He wanted to open his front door and feel our presence as more than just a visitor. That a toothbrush and the stray pieces of clothing you forgot at his place would turn to shoes at the door and your taste in décor mixing with his.

Din wanted you.

But he had no idea how to do anything but fuck you. He didn’t know how to date or be romantic. Was clueless to things like companionship—to the softer emotions he knew you craved. That all people craved. Din had no idea how to do any of it.

You lay with your cheek on the wooden surface of the vanity, eyes half-closed and spacey as you watched him lift his head from your pussy, face shiny from your release and when he licked over his lips, still hungry for more—you mewled.

“Don’t tap out on me yet, sweetheart.”

You shook your head, a whimper and almost childish refusal while your cheek remained plastered to the vanity, all strength having left your body and an adorable pout trying to lie and tell him you couldn’t take any more.

“Mm, yes you can—” he answered you, dragging his mouth back up your slit and along your tight ass where he lapped at the rim again. Later. It took time for him to stretch you to take his size—it was better left for when he had you in his apartment and could take his time.

His hand followed his mouths direction as it continued up to meet your mouth—smirking against your lips at the whimpers you made from the slaps he gave your pussy—the obscene, wet sound filling the area with each slap slap slap until his hand was damn near slipping every time he struck your cunt from how wet it was.

A bang on the door—a harsh slap to your pussy so you would moan just right for him, and he growled out a threatening “occupied” to whoever was outside. You were too high strung to even notice.

“No one else can have you,” he rasped darkly into your temple, his free hand tangling in the strands to pull your head back against his shoulder—the position no doubt edging on uncomfortable with the way your spine and neck were arched back—moUlded into his hard frame. Your eyes fell to half mast even as your lips parted—still smeared with specks of blood you hadn’t yet licked or chewed off—and he bit your jaw in warning.

“No one else—” you parroted, your hot breath fanning over his cheek even as you rocked back against him, a steel confidence entering your fucked out gaze—mercurial in the swirling heat, “just like no one else can have you.”

The boldness of your words, the conviction spoken in that voice of wooden flutes and bubbling creeks made his blood light with fire—yes. As much as he anted you, he yearned for you to crave him in return.

“No one else,” he repeated your words back to you, rutting his hips against you when his cock pulsed with a negligent ache that demanded to be addressed. He kept one hand in your hair when he pushed his shorts down enough to free his leaking cock, the turgid length swollen and angry as he rubbed the tip between your lips.

Maybe he would buy you flowers tomorrow, after all.

Din gave you no time to prepare yourself – that’s my girl – sliding inside you with one brutal thrust that had you pushed up against the mirror and his cock engulfed in fiery bliss. He felt the heat run up his spine, a volcanic metamorphism into marble as his muscles froze in an immediate pause to stop himself from spilling inside you after one damn thrust.

You weren’t doing much better—one hand clawing for purchase on the mirror and the other digging your nails into his hip as you panted his name, an incoherent string of curses and praise as your sensitive walls convulsed around him. The position had him pressed right against that one spot he cock curved up against that could make you see stars and your care for being caught dissipate in cries of ecstasy.

“Baby—fuck please, so—too deep—” you whimpered in inane babbles, tightening in residual spasms from your orgasm and the sudden intrusion of his cock, still a stretch after all these months. Too deep… he snorted, rolling his hips hard to try shove himself deeper still. He could never get deep enough, always wanting more—always seeking to conquer the untouched lands of your body.

“Mm, want me to stop?” he teased, dragging his hips back with a smirk at your immediate rejection of no no no fuck—please, no—hand pathetically trying to drag him closer to you by the hip. Lovely little thing… thinking you were strong enough.

“That’s better…” he purred, relief washing over him when he pulled out—the walls of your cunt stretching around him, refusing his exit, and trying to keep him nestled inside you. The pace he chose was brutal. He fucked you like he fought tonight. Violently, mercilessly—and deaf to the calls to relent. But where he wanted his opponent to suffer, he wanted to devastate you with pleasure, enrapture you with ecstasy and leave you moaning his name where others would curse it.

Wet cock slapping as he pounded into you in short, frantic ruts – need you baby… fuck I need you – there was no time for you to catch a full breath before he was knocking it out of you again. His fingers had to tighten in your hair to keep you up – your body trembling under his as he sank his teeth into the taut muscle at your neck and his cock sank into your welcome body – exposed and waiting for him to litter in his signature.

He would never get enough of the way his marks looked on your skin—the way you decorated him in yours. You were powerless to do much else than accept them right now – likely getting him back later – boneless and weak under the attack of his mouth and the dominance of his body.

He would make sure everyone in this fucking shithole of a place knew who you were with. They would have to be blind not to notice the blotches of poppy bruises snaking down your neck with the elusion to more hidden from unworthy eyes. The smudge of your mascara as tears pearled like crystals in the corner of your eyes when you glanced at him in strung out bliss.

“M-more—” you begged, dropping one of your hands between your legs to rub at your clit—fingers splitting around the girth of his cock as he fucked you to feel the thick length disappear into you over and over, the soaked mess amassed from your frantic desire for each other trickling down your thighs.

“Yeah?” he grinned, breathless and sweating for much more pleasing reasons than he had been in the ring, a languid kiss to your neck as he hiked one of your knees up onto the vanity—spreading you wider for him to sink deeper.

You spasmed, your head falling back against his shoulder with a cry.

“Yes—there, there baby, fuck you feel so good…” you rambled, fingers working feverishly over your clit in wet strokes, grazing his balls every time they slapped against your skin and making him muffle his moan in your neck.

Rolling a nipple between his fingers, his large—bloodied hand completely swallowed your breast, squeezing it and tickling sounds that belonged to him from you and into his mouth when you kissed him. One last kiss before you collapsed back onto the vanity, and he stood to his full height so he could ruin you with his cock.

His name was the only thing you remembered as he split you open with full, hard thrusts—the entire length of his cock stretching your tight walls around it and playing along raw nerves already on the brink of another orgasm.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart—” he strained, desperate for release as he watched himself fuck you in the mirror—him behind your smaller body, squirming under the pleasure while his muscles bunched and relaxed with each snap of his hips—the veins in his forearms prominent and tendons taut as he poured all that training and dedication and determination into you, into pleasing you.

“Inside—inside, Din fuck, please—”

His mind emptied. Nothing else mattered about tonight—not the fight, not the disqualification, not the rage. Your eyes—cloudy with lust and achingly trusting as you looked back at him were all he could think about. Nodding without even realizing, the thought of filling you running in his mind on a loop.

“Fuck—!”

He wanted you to cum before him, he always did—but he was so high strung, so tense that he couldn’t stop himself, burying himself to the hilt with several punched out moans—exhaled rapture with every pump of his seed against your waiting womb. Your eyes rolled closed at the amount, bloating you with his release and as he came, you worked your clit frantically—chasing that addictive edge you gladly hurled yourself over at just the thought of him coming inside you.

Din dropped his forehead to your shoulder with a gasp, your spasming walls too much on his sensitive length but he had to stay inside—the contractions of pleasure, the gush of your release might push his out. He couldn’t have that. So, he gritted his teeth, mumbled husky praise – good girl, that’s it—just like that, soak me – to work you through your orgasm and pressed open mouth kisses to sweaty skin, the salt tickling his tongue as he caught his breath.

His mouth worked over the sweep of your shoulder, up your neck to your jaw when your orgasm subsided, purring your name and nonsensical strings of words he had no idea made sense or not. He finally eased his softening cock out of you slowly when you shifted your hips—testing your strength and finding it lacking when you realized both he and the vanity were what kept your legs up.

“Feel… feel better?”

“Mhm…” he confirmed noncommittally, nuzzling the marks beginning to bloom and darken like a forbidden garden only he was allowed indulge in the scent of. One of his hands ran absently down the back of your thigh, feeling for his release—pleased to feel nothing but your sticky arousal, his own still nestled inside your sore cunt.

“Want one of those crepes you’re always raving about from that twenty-four hour place?” he purred, helping you stand—going so far as to pull the straps of your dress back up so that zipping the metal teeth would be easier. Your eyes brightened despite the lazy, satiated fatigue hiding in their orbs.

“Gino’s?”

“Mm,” he nodded, looking down from his greater height and lips quirking in an annoying desire to smile when one – bright as daylight – broke out on yours.

You nodded quickly, looping your arms around his neck to drag him down to your mouth, kissing him good and proper while his hands fell under the still open sides of your dress to settle on bare hips,

“Are you ever going to tell me what set you off tonight?” you mumbled against his lips cautiously, the ghost of a smile from the promise of dessert still lingering but a hesitant worry entering your gaze, unsure if his mood would sour again.

It didn’t.

He nudged his nose along yours, aquiline curve slotting along yours as he hummed in thought, thumbs rubbing lazily into your hips,

“Maybe later,” he settled on and captured your lips again.

You left the changing room together, his gym bag slung over one shoulder and his free arm wrapped around your shoulder—nose never leaving your temple or nuzzling into your hair with blatant affection as you blushed at how obvious it was to anyone who saw you what you had been doing.

You had both tried to tidy yourselves—cleaning the corners of your makeup and trying to flatten your mused hair was about all you could do. Din didn’t even attempt to cover the freshly fucked look of messy hair and heavy eyes as he pulled an unzipped Mythosaur Gym hoodie on over his muscle shirt.

A group were passing in the corridor as you asked him something—his former opponent with one eye swollen shut from the bruises forming around his eye, jaw, and cheeks. Din answered you easily, an automatic response to whatever you were asking as his eyes met his opponents, cold fury and arrogant pride flashing in their depths.

You remained none the wiser as you passed the group, Din’s body protectively placed between you and them. He probably should have told you; he knew you wouldn’t be swayed by it—comfortable in your body as you were, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He could protect you from slander and toxicity at the very least—and he planned to. Even if he had to do so in the shadows for now.

For himself, the swelling and bruising on the idiots’ face weren’t the only thing he had to satisfy himself with. He was the one whose cum was still buried inside you, clinging to your thighs and keeping you slick and wet for him to add more to later when he got you back to his place. And as you glanced up at him with a disarming smile after he dropped his hoodie over your shoulders without a thought once you both were outside in the crisp air of the early morning darkness—he secretly hoped that he would be the only one to have that privilege from then on.

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random thought but i wonder how many (homosexual actual) lesbians are mothers or want to be mothers, and which they’d prefer between getting pregnant and adopting?

the only like… theory i remember ever reading about lesbian motherhood was from some archived lesbian newspaper from the 70s that i don’t have access to anymore, but it was an issue where people just sent in their opinions on motherhood and duked it out. it wasn’t very… enlightening lol because on the one side you basically had political lesbians who had children with men, divorced them, and then got female partners who they raised their children with, and they were all arguing that being a lesbian is all about your love for women and that whether or not you have children or had ever been with a man doesn’t matter. on the other side, there were political lesbians who said that lesbianism was all about rejecting femininity and heterosexuality and that motherhood itself is inherently connected to heterosexuality and femininity, so any woman who is a mother is immediately disqualified from being a lesbian.

both are wrong, obviously, but the perception of lesbian motherhood is probably just as distorted today as it was then, with so many bi women continuing to identify as lesbians. 33% of female same-sex households report having a child under 18 living in the home. 59% of bi women and 31% of lesbians report having children, but how many of those lesbians are also bi women? as is, two thirds of LGB parents are bisexual--is that percentage actually higher? annoyingly, data was only gathered about the relationship of householders to children and not about how those children were conceived, but it does seem that the majority of the children of LGB parents come from previous opposite-sex relationships and that ssa women are generally less invested in having biological children.

i still have a lot of questions though. how many lesbian parents are actually lesbian parents? if the children are from a previous relationship with a man they’re obviously bisexual, but does opposite sex attraction make women more likely to want children? are lesbians less likely to want to be parents, or are there only relatively few lesbian parents because of the barriers to having a child? or do lesbians more accurately represent the proportion of women who actually want children, and osa women just overwhelmingly have children due to pressure/ease/accident? are lesbian/bi and bi/bi pairings more likely to have/want children than lesbian/lesbian pairings? how many lesbians vs bi women pursue artificial insemination? which one carries the child in lesbian/bi couples? (because personally speaking, just the thought of it makes me nauseous and lightheaded) do lesbians generally have a sex preference for their children?

#trying to research anything about lesbians is so annoying because you Know that at least half the lesbians are bi #one article cited in the second link said that some gay people enter opposite sex marriages solely to have children #........ you're bi no lesbian is so desperate to have a man's babies that she would contradict her biology

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Three Musketeers Chapter 15-18: Welp, I'm alive??

Ch 15 In Which There is Aristo Infighting

Ngl, the whole thing is ridiculous, but Papa Bear De Treville brings me joy.

Once again we see the king caught between the opposing forces of the cardinal and the musketeer captain: easily manipulated, made unsure and paranoid by contradictory information. The last such confrontation we saw was about the duel between the musketeers and the cardinal's guards - but here we have none of the earlier playfulness in one-upmanship: the situation is more serious, the stakes are higher, and no one actually has the full picture. De Treville eventually gets what he wants, but once again it's made clear that Richelieu considers this an acceptable loss: he's not ultimately that interested in Athos and d'Artagnan (yet) and he has a bigger fish to fry: the Duke of Buckingham

Ch 16 In Which M. Seguier Didn't Ask for This

Left alone, the cardinal wastes no time reverse-psychologing the king into being convinced that the queen is totally cheating on him. Not that it took much. Why is everyone in this book terrible at romance?

Enter M Seguier of bad impulse control, on whom befalls the dubious honour of searching the queen's belongings - and her person - for a letter to Buckingham. Too bad such a letter doesn't actually exist. The king, ever focused on important issues, is happy to discover the queen is only planning treason. Richelieu in his turn gets to act all gracious and hard done by, suggesting that the king should arrange a ball to please the queen. As an opportunity for her to wear certain diamond studs, of course.

PS. wtf why would anyone give away an expensive present from their spouse, that could only ever end badly.

Ch 17 In Which Mdm Bonacieux Plots an Adventure

The king, in his determination to impress the cardinal, immediately inadvertently fucks up his entire operation by informing the queen of the request for the diamond studs much earlier than planned. Because he's an asshole who enjoys watching people squirm, he doesn't actually press the issue right away, leaving the queen with some time for damage control.

Fortunately for her, the conversation is overheard by Mme Bonacieux, who is just as deep in the spirit of Romantic swashbuckling as any of the musketeers (remember, she literally escaped from the cardinal's clutches by climbing out the window with a sheet rope!) and immediately comes up with a plan and sets out to find a messenger to send to England.

Unfortunately, even if M Bonacieux hadn't gone through a surprise political transformation, he'd still be... a kind of dubious selection for A Swashbuckle. As it is, it's probably for the best of everyone involved that he immediately disqualifies himself and d'Artagnan swoops in to offer his services: tbf the entire quest is literally tailor-made for him.

Ch 18 In Which d'Artagnan Did, in Fact, Ask for This

"The queen wants a brave, intelligent, devoted man to make a journey to London for her. I have at least two of the three qualities you stand in need of, and here I am.”

Yes d'Artagnan. You sure do.

I cannot claim much invested in any of the romances in this series - too much Weird, thanks - but even so there's something charming about d'Artagnan and Constance plotting together, with their banter, mutual dramatic declarations of devotion and gryffindor-ish moments of poor impulse control. If the story went a bit differently, it could be a relationship full of Shenanigans and I'd be probably way more here for it.

For now, however, Constance gets the messenger she needed, d'Artagnan gets the quest his adventurer spirit Deserves and M Bonacieux gets Hindsight.

Onward to London!

#3musketag #musketärid #Autumn's reading hjinks

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manxlilac1-blog · 5 years ago

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It's draft day!

It’s draft day!

After unfortunate lottery luck in May, the Chicago Bulls, owner of the NBA’s fourth worst record during the regular season, will pick seventh in the NBA draft tonight. The Bulls also have a second round pick, ordered at No. 38 overall.

Let’s go through the formalities of how and where you can watch tonight:

Time: 6:30 p.m. CDT

Network: ESPN

Location: Barclays Center in Brooklyn, New York

The Bulls picking seventh is a bummer considering everything fans had to endure this season in terms of sloppy play, patchwork rosters, and losses. The superstar talent is at the very top of the draft in Zion Williamson and Ja Morant and the Bulls won’t be able to draft either.

However, this is the third year in a row the Bulls have picked seventh in the draft. The last two seventh picks have been Lauri Markkanen and Wendell Carter Jr. which are working out so far for the Bulls. So this spot doesn’t disqualify them from finding a good player by any means.

Point guard is the most striking positional need for the Bulls right now. North Carolina point guard Coby White’s name has been attached to the Bulls in what seems like 90 percent of mock drafts to this point. The Bulls have also expressed interest in Vanderbilt lead guard Darius Garland although it would probably require trading up in the draft to land his services.

If the Bulls choose to get their point guard by a means other than the draft, there are other guys on their radar. Chicago Tribune writer K.C. Johnson reports the Bulls are intrigued by high-energy Texas center Jaxson Hayes. Virginia wing De’Andre Hunter, Duke three-point specialist Cam Reddish, and Texas Tech guard Jarrett Culver (if he falls) are other possibilities for the Bulls at No. 7.

Moving up or down in the draft remain possibilities for the Bulls as well.

Since draft lottery day on May 14, BlogaBull.com has provided some great content that should be reviewed again immediately to prepare you for the draft.

Source: https://www.blogabull.com/2019/6/20/18692991/chicago-bulls-nba-draft-rumors-primer-and-open-thread

#read more #see more #check it out #interesting #learn more

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wait actually the morganatic marriage thing wouldn’t matter. the duchy of sinofis have been marrying straight up commoners for decades. yea sure the empire doesnt like to TALK about Sinofis, but its just a fact that for three generations in a row those dukes and duchesses married commoners. They didn’t give a fuck. And clearly this was not an issue for passing down the Duchy. Is it only an issue for like, royalty? like if you want to hold the throne, you cannot marry a commoner? thats the only reason that uh Gloreon’s cousin (?) can’t take the throne. but it wouldnt have barred that cousin from noble title. that cousin didnt GET one, because there wasnt one for them to have, but its the thought that counts.

presumably if morganatic marriage is an issue, then there is an IMMEDIATE issue of the marriage of Marchioness Askila (Empress Askila III) and Treveon. While Treveon is a military commander, he is not of noble birth. so like, whats the go? did she use her power as empress to give him a title? there were probably a bunch of titles which were vacated by the Separation, so its not... unreasonable?

idk this is all in place to find a way to explain WHY the second Skardel branch (who are effectively commoners due to not inheriting any noble titles) can’t take the throne. Because... they would be able to. In fact, they would be the Most legitimate branch, if we accept that ‘marrying elves disqualifies you’ is... correct. which it is, mostly. its not a law but it is a rule, if you follow. would the same be true of morganatic marriage, then? nothing prevents it in theory, but in practice nooooo sir. which would actually give Askila some leeway, if she says her marriage to Treveon was planned PRIOR to her ascent to the throne, as she was unaware she was the next in line. which she wasn’t. she had noooo idea she was going to be the next in line because she’s pretty far out, descent wise. She had no way of knowing. so if Treveon proposes to her during the ‘month of no emperors’ (being already aware that she is very likely the next empress) most people wouldnt bat an eye. Plus yknow, desperate times. Noone would care.

its only when times calm down that they would go back to ‘maybe the imperial line Shouldnt marry commoners’. which only serves to disqualify Rosteon Skardel and his descendants

#story blogging #shano fe yula #i had a thought and got confused lmao #basically 'royals dont marry commoners except for this ONE SPECIFIC TIME that it was ok'

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2018-01(JAN)-Sunday 28th---agitated crims watched--linked to crim events-NEWS STUFF.

The criminal aboriginals of this hellhole area have become very restless, it's almost like they are reverting to their criminal routines they etablished a few years ago and they are gearing up to get back into their criminal routines. (they already ARE in their criminal routines)

Two watcher vehicles were parked about watching them at one time, then one left as it appeared that the crowd of abo's standing ON the street were folding back into the main abo criminal housheold. But the same crowd which was made up of both criminal cojoined abo households on both sides of the street, (the other being Fatguts place), they merely split up, with some returning to one side and the rest to the other.

As all this was just about to occur a white 4WD vehicle had pulled up in the street outside the main abo criminal housheold and was crowded around by the abo's. Some got out of it, some got into it, the usual abo criminal distracting and distributing of their numbers so Police and authorities can never track them down or keep track of them.

The very criminal abo thug who had been doing a criminal act yesterday, he quickly got into the 4WD and was whisked away further into Koongamia or further afield, as if to get him out of the way lest any authorities go looking for him. Again this is a very well-worn tactic, useful in case authorities andor Police arrive at the abo main criminal housheold with a search warrant for a specific location and person.

The thug is still dressed in exactly the same clothing as he has been for the past several days, probably the exact same clothing items. And of course he was VERY eager to get into the vehicle and be whisked away. He would DEMAND to otherwise in any case whatsever.

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WA CRIME---Police hunt man wanted for bizarre unprovoked attack on elderly woman

http://www.watoday.com.au/wa-news/police-hunt-man-wanted-for-bizarre-unprovoked-attack-on-elderly-woman-20180128-h0pj7d.html

By the NEWS stating 'bizarre', they immediately put their inane spin onto the CRIME event as if it's just something flippant instead of the unprovoked assault uopn an innocent woman that it was.

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Note:--I've collated the following NEWS item from 3 different NEWS sources (of the same NEWS event), because there are details that are completely missing in one or two, and very misleading by their absence in others. -- One other thing is that Redcliffe seems to be yet ANOTHER place where criminal aboriginals and criminals carry on. Not so long ago there was a Police plea to the public for help in finding a missing person from around there....another time there was a missing and wandering-on-the-streets toddler that was wanting to be found.........gee....it's another hellhole JUST LIKE THIS HELLHOLE......and in other NEWS items there was violent attacks upon innocent people in seperate attacks, all close by...........the area is linked by high-speed roads to-from so many places and so escape from and travelling to is assured to criminals. -- All about the Perth Airport region is very high in crime now, on all 'sides' of it.

BTW, "breach of bail".....means that the bastard was out evading being caught by Police because he is a criminal already and should be jailed. - Gee, doesn't that sound SO familiar about all the criminals about THIS hellhole.....

WA NEWS------ Animal cruelty: Redcliffe man charged over dog stabbing

https://thewest.com.au/news/crime/animal-cruelty-redcliffe-man-charged-over-dog-stabbing-ng-b88727049z

Sunday, 28 January 2018 9:36AM

A Redcliffe man has been charged with animal cruelty after allegedly stabbing a dog multiple times.

The dog was with a man who went to pick up his own dog that was temporarily staying at his neighbour’s house on Ranson Place, when a fight broke out about 2am on Saturday.

Police said the neighbour allegedly approached the man aggressively with a knife and the other dog moved in between the two. It’s alleged the man stabbed the dog several times, before two other people intervened.

The dog was taken to a nearby residence, and police were called. The man was taken into custody at the property and officers found the dog seriously injured.

The dog needed emergency treatment but is now stable. The vet confirmed the dog had received stab wound injuries to its head, left shoulder and left torso.

The 39-year-old Redcliffe man was charged with animal cruelty, being armed in a way that may cause fear and breach of bail.

He was refused bail and appeared in the Perth Magistrates Court on Saturday.

He is due to appear in the same court on Thursday, February 15.

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'older' NEWS I forgot to post before below......READ THIS and see how bad things are........

WA NEWS--(JAN 1-2018)--New clinic at Royal Perth Hospital to deal with out-of-control patients | The West Australian

https://thewest.com.au/news/wa/new-clinic-at-royal-perth-hospital-to-deal-with-out-of-control-patients-ng-b88695472z

By out-of-contol-patients, they mean deranged, drugged-up shitheads who are extremely violent, who a lot of the time are NOT patients (yet) but merely hang around in and out of the hospital areas and VERY violentally attack hospital staff and patients (all hospital staff including doctors, nurses, anyone), and they also attack security people and Police trying to maintain order there.

BTW, the hospital is literaly where ambulances pull up at the main entrance across the road from a large public church and it's large grounds. It USED to be open doors all the time. I don't know if it still is because of all the criminals who literally camp out there and are so very criminal, not to mention so VERY VERY violent.

Go there to pray and you could end up going there to pay....with your life.

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Gee, why not have a big swastika painted right on the roof of the car ala Dukes of Hazard style? - You could probably get that around this hellhole area as they respray & re-birth cars to become new avenues of crime. -- Why not a swastika painted in a pretty floral arrangement style for the ladies sensibilities......

Once again this NEWS report is flip and trivial about a vehicle that was unlicensed, had stolen license plates, and THAT'S all supposed to be 'normal' now is it? - And of course the driver is likewise.

NEWS:------- False plates and a swastika: Cops impound dodgy car on Australia Day

http://www.watoday.com.au/wa-news/false-plates-and-a-swastika-cops-impound-dodgy-car-on-australia-day-20180127-h0p7rg.html

PHOTO:----- https://www.fairfaxstatic.com.au/content/dam/images/h/0/p/7/r/r/image.related.articleLeadwide.620x349.h0p7rg.png/1517028339202.jpg

Mandurah police have impounded an unregistered car sporting false plates and a poorly drawn swastika.

The Ford, with a backyard-black paint job, was pulled over near the intersection of Anstruther Road and Mandurah Terrace on Australia Day.

Although cars carrying the Nazi symbol aren't breaking any road rules, police said on social media the driver was facing prosecution after being disqualified from driving three times.

The unregistered vehicle was also impounded for carrying false number plates.

"Australia Day does not make you exempt from prosecution," Mandurah Police wrote in a post on Twitter.

Western Australian road laws mean motorists who are repeatedly caught driving without a licence can be hit with massive fines or even imprisoned.

They also face having their vehicles impounded.

Mandurah Mail

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OZ NEWS--Government's proposed language test blamed for fewer migrants taking citizenship pledge, MP says - ABC News (Australian Broadcasting Corporation)

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-01-27/fewer-migrants-taking-citizenship-pledge/9365782

It's utterly stupid because even people LIVING IN AUSTRALIA ALREADY refuse to speak normal widespread language but insist on increasingly only speaking & teaching their offspring obscure aboriginal dialects and they INSIST they have the right to do so. - (and later throughout life nobody can figure out what the hell they're talking about, which they THEN blame on everyone ELSE not knowing how to speak their own particlar obscure dialects.) -- And immigrants to Australia are no longer seeing it necessary to speak English if they can get away with not doing so.

It's how little ghettos of like-minded speaking peoples get created and furthered.

But nowadays there's even shitheads who supposedly speak 'English'....but they just jabber on like fools, and they treat their jabbering as if it's 'cool' and 'trendy' anyway....throw in LOTS of Americanisms and American slang and you'll fit right in.........forget the baby mwoyhte, a dingo's goht me sandwich!.....

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PITHY AUSTRALIAN NEWS---------- 'Wry smiles' and adopting uniforms: Julia Gillard says female leaders share frustrations during bathroom meetings - ABC News (Australian Broadcasting Corporation)

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-01-27/gillard-and-other-female-leaders-in-bathroom-summits/9366640

"Bathroom meettings" ? - WTF are they talking about. Do politicians have a communal washing block where rows of baths are filled up with water to wallow in whilst they figure out the next lot of lies to tell everyone?

Nope......'bathroom' is the American word for 'toilet'. - Americans have always been so terribly terrified of the word. And finally it's now being entrenched into Australian language instead of the word 'toilet'.

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WA CRIME----$1 million damage bill after fire tears through High Wycombe deli

https://www.perthnow.com.au/news/wa/1-million-damage-bill-after-fire-tears-through-high-wycombe-deli-ng-b88726739z

High Wycombe, is near the Perth Airport area, and kinda near Kalamunda, and all about where there has been rampant escalating crime for the past several YEARS.

Beforehand it was a nice quiet semi-rural area. (semi-rural designed to be that way because it contained a lot of empty ground areas so as to be buffer zone to the airport NOISE and pollution. Real estate shitheads have always been over-eager to develop it all, and so they have been. - The airport has become so much larger, so much constantly busier, and still they want to develop it all closer and closer.......well,...wait until it gets like Hong Kong and then it'll be all too late to reverse you dickheads.......

High Wycombe.....now it's like so many places, full of criminals and criminals who pass though it as well as doing crime through the areas, before heading back to their boltholes to 'lay low'.

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WA CRIME (WITH PHOTO OF THE CRIMINAL IN SITU)------- 'Up to no good': Masked man seen on bottle shop roof

http://www.watoday.com.au/wa-news/up-to-no-good-masked-man-seen-on-bottle-shop-roof-20180127-h0p6ij.html

This is becoming a more common occurence.

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BBC NEWS---(WITH THE FAKED PHOTOS)-----Vanity Fair gives Oprah and Reese Witherspoon extra limbs - BBC News

http://www.bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-42830535

Faked USA magazine photos of female stars but they don't care at all they were blatantly faked.

So....is THIS the measure of the supposed women's human intelligence levels is it? - When their very appearance (which they covet and make money from), is so blatantly faked showing what we ALL have known for so many countless years...that it's all bullshit and so much faked, but women swallow like jonah trying to swallow the whale...whilst they also are all jumping up and about in a froth mouthed frenzy about the endless neverending public parade of evil men being found guilty of exploiting women? - Gimme a fucking break.

Publicly call out the damned magazines and all their bullshit, on EVERYTHING. don't just dismiss and pick and choose the things you can't apparently be bothered about. Is it that female actors and celebrities don't give a shit how they appear in the public womans magazines anymore, or did they get secret lotsa compensation money? - Have they all just publicly brushed it off as some inane 'womens empowerment' bullshit again? -- Crazy shit. Lies getting accepted not just by the public, but by them too, and YOU are STILL supposed to believe them and magazines on EVERYTHING ELSE THEY SAY..EVERYTHING? - FFS.....

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ON A FEW OF THE NEWS SITES:----------(defused by stating it as being an 'opinion' piece)------Inconvenient fact: Native title can only exist if Australia was settled, not invaded

http://www.watoday.com.au/wa-news/inconvenient-fact-native-title-can-only-exist-if-australia-was-settled-not-invaded-20180119-h0l9hb.html

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NEWS--NSW--(ILLEGAL DRUGS)--Nine in hospital after suspected drug overdoses at Festival Hall dance party - ABC News (Australian Broadcasting Corporation)

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-01-27/nine-in-hospital-after-drug-overdose-at-festival-hall/9366624

FFS, now they're advocating that people should be careful when taking illegal drugs and only trust 'good' illegal drugs rather than bad illegal drugs.....because the bad ones might kill you !?

Oh....FFS......

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NEWS WA:--(STATS ON ROAD TOLL RATES INCL OLD)---------------WA road fatality rate third worst in Australia per capita

https://www.perthnow.com.au/news/traffic/wa-road-fatality-rate-third-worst-in-australia-per-capita-ng-b88723722z

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NEWS--(AUSTRALIAN WOMENS VIEWS & MENS)--------Codeine medications: Pain and gain when products pulled from shelves this week - ABC News (Australian Broadcasting Corporation)

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-01-28/codeine-painkillers-pulled-from-shelves-this-week/9364574

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AUSTRALIAN NEWS:----(technology)-----Payment rings will take us from the public transport network to the beach

http://www.watoday.com.au/money/planning/payment-rings-will-take-us-from-the-public-transport-network-to-the-beach-20180126-h0p1gv.html

Information embedded wearable ring upon your finger (bank supported).

aticle excerpt below from the article written by a woman.....(I've left out the utter inane crap of the article because YOU wouldn't believe ME if I posted it. But read it all for yourself in full at the NEWS website and judge for yourself.)

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I'd be a prime candidate for the new payment ring Bankwest has just launched, the first of its kind in Australia. It's embedded with the same technology as a contactless credit or debit card, so you can tap your ring to pay anywhere you can tap a card. Like a card, it doesn't need charging and it has the same level of security.

And yes, the ring is waterproof so you can wear it in the water, and individually sized so it won't fall off.

I say......(expect a HUGE increase in personal thefts then of bodily asaults as criminals tear the rings from women and men. Chopping-off of fingers anyone? -- And one thing this article (aimed at women) did NOT state is that so MANY rings come off fingers no matter how tight or firm or snug or large or skinny they are when you go to the beach and swim. I know that for a fact because I was involved in a factor of it not long before I met dear Fliss and she was amazed at what I used to do as a pastime and to aid my health).

I see these 'payment rings' as a temporary small step to another planned-for security device that I used to tell Fliss about, and which she feared coming about, and Fliss exclaimed she would physically bodily rip it out of herself if it was forced onto/into herself. - Well Fliss, it's going to happen whether YOU like it or want it or not. All this is just like I told you it would occur.

Note:----by 'rings', the article means the actual jewellery-like object you put on your finger.

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I love you dearest Fliss and want to be with you. - Dear Sam has been VERY sick today. It's because of imbecile like so many times before. - I fear Sam and Max will suffer and be so very bad like poor dear Basil became and tragically died. - I love you dearest Fliss and want to be with you.

Hell neverending and pain whilst the criminals of all types prosper and multiply and become more immune from ANY law.

Envy the dead, truly.

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allofbeercom · 7 years ago

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Rudy Giuliani: divisive New York past has many in fear of Trump cabinet post

He was hailed as Americas mayor after 9/11, but black residents who remember his time in New York believe his record of fueling racial tensions should disqualify him from serving as the USs top diplomat

Rudy Giuliani may soon be the first western diplomat of the modern era to have stoked a racist police riot.

The former New York mayor has shamelessly promoted himself as a key member of the Donald Trump administration first as a potential attorney general, then openly touting himself to become secretary of state.

But Giulianis one-man campaign is already facing a backlash including from a Republican senator who said several of his colleagues believe Giuliani is unsuited to a key cabinet position.

Black residents who remember his time in New York with dismay believe his divisive record should disqualify him as the USs chief diplomat.

Giulianis approach to policing created an environment of terror for communities of color, said Lumumba Bandele, a lifelong New Yorker and police reform advocate. If he takes on a national role, We should all be preparing for worst-case scenarios, he said.

His record on police abuses and freedom of expression is frightening, said Patrisse Cullors, a co-founder of Black Lives Matter.

In the wake of September 11, Giuliani was seen as a uniter, hailed as Americas mayor and a trustworthy leader for all New Yorkers. But Giuliani has a fraught history with New Yorks black and brown residents. For decades, he has defended police killings and abuse of black men and fueled racial divisions.

Giuliani set the tone for his mayoralty before his election, on a hot summer morning in September 1992. The largely white New York City police force was angry with the citys first black mayor, David Dinkins. Dinkins had proposed removing police representatives from a board that hears complaints about police brutality, a position unacceptable to the police and its powerful union.

A protest march by 10,000 off-duty police officers blocked traffic on the Brooklyn Bridge as uniformed officers stood aside. By the time it reached City Hall Park, it had taken an angry turn. Officers chanting Dinkins Must Go! pushed through the barricades and climbed the municipal steps. The New York Times described it as a beer-swilling, traffic-snarling, epithet-hurling melee. Newsday compared city hall to an embassy in some far-off hostile land under siege.

The signs the police waved labeled the mayor a washroom attendant, claimed he was on crack said his true color [was] yellow bellied and asked if he had hugged a drug dealer that day. A subsequent official NYPD report, which recommended discipline for 42 officers and called the march an embarrassment, conceded some protesters used racial slurs and said the rally was unruly, mean-spirited and perhaps criminal.

Nearby, Giuliani, the man whom Dinkins beat in the 1989 election and who was waiting for a rematch, waited to address the crowd. Channeling its momentum, Giuliani addressed Dinkins policies by chanting Bullshit! He laid the low morale of the NYPD at Dinkins feet. The police, returning the sentiment, chanted: Rudy, Rudy, Rudy.

Giuliani would later say he had attempted to calm the fury of the protesters and that he had tried to move them away from city hall. He did not respond to requests for comment on Wednesday through his spokeswoman, Jo Ann Zafonte. The New York Times reported at the time that, during the city hall protest, at least one Giuliani supporter circulated through the crowd handing out voter registration cards.

A recently elected city councilwoman from Flatbush, Brooklyn, attempted to cross the barricades. I try to forget the police riot at city hall, Una Clarke told the Guardian this week.

But 24 years later, she remembers clearly what the white officers who blocked her path said to one another when she explained she was a councilwoman on her way to a meeting: One guy looked at the other and he said: This nigger is a council member, do you believe her? And I was stunned and taken off by it. Because Im a Jamaican, frankly, I decided I was not going into my pocketbook to give him an ID.

In Giulianis opinion, he was not the one playing incendiary racial politics in a confrontation with his political rival. The mayor plays the racial card when he thinks it is to his advantage and then he condemns other people when he believes theyre doing it and that is very phony, Giuliani said afterwards. He would later suggest that outrage at police officers using racial slurs against city officials was a distraction.

The real question is, has the relatively minor occurrence of racial epithets, if they occurred at all, been made the major focus of this rally for political purposes? he said in late September 1992.

Clarke remembered Giuliani telling her that she made up her encounter with police during the riot. Rudy Giuliani said I was lying, she said.

As mayor, Clarke continued, he played every ethnic group against every ethnic group. For me, racially, hes not changed.

At the time, Dinkins chief political aide compared Giuliani to the Ku Klux Klan leader David Duke, accusing him of trying to flame racial tensions rather than try to bring people together, and then make excuses about it. Dinkins walked back the comparison on 23 September but kept the pressure on Giuliani, reminding the New York Times of the kinds of comments that Rudy Giuliani made out here with a mob of police, drinking beer, behaving in an unruly fashion, and then egging them on.

The city hall riot was the most dramatic episode in a long career marked by tension over police violence towards Americans of color and Giulianis fierce defense of police officers and law enforcement.Patrick Lynch, the current president of New York Citys police union, did not immediately respond to a request for comment on Giulianis record as an advocate for law enforcement.

Bandele, an activist with Communities United for Police Reform, said that the riot set the tone for Giulianis eight years as mayor, from 1994 to 2001.

In our communities, folks knew him for what he was. His nickname was Adolf Giuliani, so that gives you a sense of how people saw him. In communities of color, in LGBT communities, in immigrant communities, his presence was unwelcome and we were glad to see him go, Bandele, a lifelong New York City resident said.

The idea of Giuliani becoming the secretary of state, thats frightening and its also really clear about the direction that Trump is going in, said Cullors, the Black Lives Matter co-founder. Giuliani represents the old: an archaic system that systematically devalues black life.

Mayor Rudolph Giuliani gestures at a New York city hall news conference in 1996. Photograph: Ed Bailey/AP

From the start of his mayoralty in 1994, Giuliani signaled dismissiveness to the citys black leadership. After longtime Harlem congressman Charles Rangel claimed that year Giuliani was not reaching out to black New York, the first-year mayor suggested black New Yorkers needed to watch their mouths.

I want to reach out to all of the communities in the city. It has to be a two-way street. And theyre going to have to learn how to discipline themselves in the way in which they speak also, Giuliani said.

In the summer of 1997, after an altercation at a nightclub, four Flatbush police officers beat and sodomized a Haitian immigrant in the 70th precinct house. The broomhandle officers forced into Abner Louimas rectum tore his colon and perforated his bladder. Louima claimed, and later retracted, that the police torturing him told him: Its Giuliani time.

The invented quote became a slogan for Giulianis opposition. Taking on a life of its own, it became a shorthand to describe the brutality of the Giuliani era, from actual police violence against black New Yorkers to the dismissive tone the mayor took with his critics. As soon as Giuliani handily won re-election and Louima recanted the comment, Giuliani said his critics owe the people of the city an apology.

One of those critics was Dinkins, who retorted that Giuliani had missed the point. The problem is not what was said but what was done. The mayor continues to insist that only police officers can investigate police officers, Dinkins said.

In 1999, Bronx police officers, apparently carrying out a stop-and-frisk, shot and killed immigrant Amadou Diallo in his apartment building vestibule. The officers shot at Diallo 41 times after he reached for his wallet to show ID. The killing attracted national attention right as Giuliani was nurturing national political ambitions. He called it unfortunate but pleaded that the police should be given the benefit of the doubt.

The Rev Al Sharpton, left, shows a picture of Amadou Diallo during a press conference in Harlem in 1999. Photograph: Mitch Jacobson/AP

The officers who killed Diallo were acquitted. Giuliani told the Today show that the Diallo killing does not reflect the overall record of the New York police department. Bruce Springsteen wrote a song about Diallo and defiantly performed it at Madison Square Garden amid police protest. Giuliani criticized Springsteen for the song, as he would later criticize Beyonc for her songs and performances referencing police violence.

The next year, on Eighth Avenue in Manhattan, an undercover cop solicited a man named Patrick Dorismond for a drug sale. A fracas ensued, and a different officer shot Dorismond dead.

The mayor began by unsealing Dorismonds police record, to include his juvenile file. The formerly secret documents shed no light on what happened on Eighth Avenue that night. But Giuliani harnessed innuendo, infamously saying Dorismond isnt an altar boy.

As it happened, Dorismond literally was an altar boy. When this was pointed out to Giuliani, he said: I think thats not a correct juxtaposition of statements, nor intended for any kind of decent or useful purpose. It would take until May for Giuliani to concede he had made a mistake.

Fourteen years later, when the police killing of Michael Brown in Ferguson inspired a nationwide movement against police violence, Giuliani re-emerged as a defender of law enforcement, and a critic of black protesters, whom he deemed racist.

Giuliani used his record on fighting violence in New York City to add luster to an old conservative talking point: that black Americans were wrong to protest about state violence by police officers because a larger percentage of murders were caused by black men killing other black men.

Ninety-three percent of blacks are killed by other blacks. I would like to see the attention paid to that that you are paying to this, Giuliani said in widely criticized remarks on Meet the Press in November 2014, an exchange one New York City reporter dubbed vintage Giuliani.

White police officers wouldnt be there [in black neighborhoods] if you werent killing each other, Giuliani went on to tell Michael Eric Dyson, a black Georgetown professor on the show with him.

This is a defense mechanism of white supremacy at work in your mind, sir, Dyson told him.

Rudy Giuliani: Black Lives Matter is racist and anti-American

In 2016, he called Black Lives Matter inherently racist and said asked why activists never protested about the deaths of everyday black residents of Chicago.Where are they then? Where are they when a young black child is killed? he asked.

In fact, Black Lives Matter activists had held protests over gun violence in Chicago, including over the brutal murder of nine-year-old Tyshawn Lee. In March, Lamon Reccord, one of the most prominent and controversial young activists in protests against the police killing of Laquan McDonald, organized his own protest in honor of Tyshawn, one of many ongoing community protests and interventions led by black Chicago residents to address neighborhood gun violence.

Giuliani has frequently pushed back against potential critics by arguing, as he did on Fox and Friends in August talking about Beyonc, that I saved more black lives than any of those people and adding that maybe 4,000 or 5,000 were African American young people who are alive today because of the policies I put in effect.

New Yorks crime rate did fall dramatically, starting in Dinkins era and continuing in Giulianis: violent crimes declined 43% from 1990 to 1996. Homicides in the city dropped 66%, ahead of the national average decline of 50%, from 1990 to 1997. A narrative took shape that propelled Giulianis career: he had made New York safe. While its true that Giuliani presided over a historic decrease in violence, its less clear how much of the credit for this should go directly to the mayor and his policies.

Not a lot, said Frank Zimring, a prominent criminologist at the University of California Berkeley, and the author of The City That Became Safe: What New York Teaches About Urban Crime and Its Control.

The credit for the financial investment in increased New York City police manpower goes to Dinkins, Giulianis predecessor, and to the New York governor, Mario Cuomo, Zimring said. The credit for new police strategies goes to police commissioners Bill Bratton who Giuliani, to his credit, hired, and then, not to his credit, fired, Zimring said and Ray Kelly. (Brattons public approval ratings had been higher than Giulianis, which the mayor reportedly disliked.)

Zimring has argued that New Yorks precipitous crime decline was driven in part by changes in policing, including a more data-driven focus on crime hotspots, though he called the much-discussed zero tolerance and the broken windows strategies little more than slogans.

Unfortunately, New Yorks successes in crime control have come at a cost, he wrote. Although declines in violence benefited black New Yorkers, as Giuliani argued, Police aggressiveness is a very regressive tax: the street stops, bullying and pretext-based arrests fall disproportionately on young men of color in their own neighborhood, he wrote.

Giuliani as he announces that two more police officers were arrested over the assault on Haitian immigrant Abner Louima, in August 1997. Photograph: Gino Domenico/AP

A report by the New York state attorney general found a massively disproportionate racial impact in the NYPDs stop-and-frisk tactics after examining 175,000 of these incidents from January 1998 to March 1999. Black New Yorkers, 25.6% of the city, comprised 50.6% of stops. Hispanic New Yorkers, 23.7% of the city, comprised 33% of stops. White New Yorkers, 43.4% of the city, comprised 12.9% of stops. In the most strongly white neighborhoods in New York, the study found, the disparity between minority and white stop rates is most pronounced.

The report stopped short of calling Giulianis favored police tactic racist, something that would take a judges ruling in 2013, which concluded that the citys highest officials have turned a blind eye to the evidence that officers are conducting stops in a racially discriminatory manner.

At times, Giuliani has taken inclusive stances with regard to immigrants and Muslim New Yorkers. After 9/11, Giuliani was dubbed Americas mayor by Oprah Winfrey in his finest hour as a politician.

In a sweeping speech to the United Nations in October 2001, Giuliani praised New Yorks very strong and vibrant Muslim and Arab communities as an equally important part of the life of our city.

Ive urged New Yorkers not to engage in any form of group blame or group hatred. This is exactly the evil that were confronting with these terrorists, he said. And if were going to prevail over them, over terror, then our ideals and principles and values must transcend all forms of prejudice.

This is not a dispute between religions or ethnic groups. All religions, all decent people, are united in their desire to achieve peace.

Yet by 2010, the political winds had shifted, and Giuliani shifted with them.

Rudy Giuliani leaves the Trump Tower after meetings with President-elect Donald Trump on Wednesday. Photograph: Jewel Samad/AFP/Getty Images

That summer, outrage grew from the fringes of the right after a local Muslim leader had proposed building an Islamic cultural center in lower Manhattan, within walking distance of the former Twin Towers. The project, strongly defended by Giulianis successor, Michael Bloomberg, as a religious-freedom issue, became the target of a smear campaign, which dubbed it the Ground Zero Mosque or even the Victory Mosque, suggesting that the American Muslims who would go to the center for a moment of reflection were celebrating 9/11.

Giuliani joined in. Calling into a radio show in early August, he called the cultural center a desecration and falsely asserted that the imam behind the project, a man who had written a book called Whats Right With Islam Is Whats Right With America, had supported radical causes. In a later interview with the Today show, he suggested the project itself was radical: If youre a healer, you do not go forward with this project. If youre a warrior, you do.

In the years since, and particularly since joining Trumps campaign, Giuliani has intensified his stance. He has boasted of placing undercover agents in New York mosques and stated good Muslims would benefit from surveillance in their communities. On Fox & Friends, Giuliani implied that only mosques with something to hide would object to police infiltration: If youve got nothing going on there but a beautiful religious service, why in His name would you not want to have police officers there?

All I can say is God bless Rudy Giuliani, said Una Clarke, who was at the police riot decades ago. Its a bundle of racists getting together to see if they can take us back to the old age.

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/rudy-giuliani-divisive-new-york-past-has-many-in-fear-of-trump-cabinet-post/

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Joe Moorhead’s rare adaptability could play quite well at Mississippi State

If you can win playoff games at Fordham and turn around the Penn State offense almost immediately, you can win in Starkville.

The SEC has always been a defense-first kind of league. Back in the 1950s, when a different league team was making a national title run each year, it was always based around dominant D: Auburn allowed 28 total points in an unbeaten 1957 run, Ole Miss allowed 21 points in 1959, Alabama allowed 25 points in 1961, etc.

Defense is in the DNA. But points aren’t a bad thing. Nor is adapting with the times.

The SEC technically still grades out as the nation’s best conference, on average, this season. But after enjoying a massive advantage as recently as two or three years ago, the advantage has shrunk quickly, if not disappeared altogether.

You can make the case that coaching hires have been the primary cause.

While the ACC has upgraded its coaching roster significantly, adding Mark Richt, Bobby Petrino, Justin Fuente, Dave Clawson, Bronco Mendenhall, and others within the last few years, the SEC has been a little bit more predictable.

From 2013-16, the league hired nine new head coaches. Six of them came from the defensive side; of the four hires made in 2015-16, three had Nick Saban ties.

To a degree, those hires worked out. Georgia’s Kirby Smart appears to be the one former Saban assistant who has flashed a Saban-level ceiling, Florida Jim McElwain managed to snag two division titles before flaming out, and while South Carolina’s Will Muschamp isn’t putting an aesthetically pleasing team on the field, he’s 8-4.

While football is a copycat’s game, copying the master doesn’t usually produce master-level results (Smart aside).

You might need to figure out a different path.

So far, so good. At least six league teams are replacing head coaches — Arkansas, Florida, Mississippi State, Ole Miss, Tennessee, and Texas A&M — and the first three to make their choices have all gone after offensive guys.

Florida’s Dan Mullen is a former Gator coordinator whose Mississippi State offense has ranked 31st or better in Off. S&P+ in five of the last eight seasons.

New full-time Ole Miss head coach Matt Luke was offensive co-coordinator at Duke and Ole Miss. He helped to raise Duke’s Off. S&P+ rankings from the 100s to the 50s, and Ole Miss’ offense has ranked 14th or better in each of the last three years (including 2017, in which the Rebels dealt with QB injuries).

Forced to replace Mullen, Mississippi State has evidently selected Penn State coordinator Joe Moorhead, who oversaw possibly the most fun offense in the country over the last two years.

For all we know, the other three league schools could still skew toward defense. Tennessee, after all, tried to sign Ohio State defensive coordinator Greg Schiano before unsuccessfully going after offense-friendly Oklahoma State head coach Mike Gundy on Tuesday. (The next options on the list appear to be offensive guys, at least.) And who the hell knows what Arkansas is going to do? Arkansas doesn’t, therefore we don’t.

The Moorhead hire is particularly intriguing.

First, he comes from outside the league. A few outside influences aren’t a bad thing. We don’t know anything about the staff he will put together or how he will establish ties in a new recruiting area, but the organic growth of his offensive system has been startling.

The first time Moorhead was officially in charge of an offense, he raised Georgetown’s scoring average from 17.4 points per game to 22.6 in 2003. He ended up on Rob Brookhart’s staff at Akron, and in three years, the Zips’ Off. S&P+ ranking rose from 100th to 55th. His first year as Randy Edsall’s coordinator at UConn (2009) produced a six-point improvement and No. 31 ranking in Off. S&P+.

He became Fordham head coach in 2012, and after a 6-5 debut, the Rams took off. They went 32-8 from 2013-15, and this Bruce Feldman piece does a great job of outlining all the tweaks and tricks that took shape. The Rams stole from exciting offenses all the time.

Fordham head coach Andrew Breiner (Fordham offensive coordinator/QB coach, 2011-14): I can still remember it was Eastern Illinois vs. Northern Illinois. They were on the right hash going into the end zone away from the scoreboard in NIU. We probably watched [EIU QB Jimmy Garoppolo] 15 times. Our staff got into an argument over whether they were actually reading a safety in the run game or not. Joe was saying, “I think they’re reading the safety.”

I said, “No, how can you ask the QB to read a safety [as a run defender] and make a throw?” We kept going back and forth on it, and the more we watched it, the more I realized Joe was right. The safety was making an immediate movement towards the line of scrimmage, reacting on the run, and then they’re bringing the post right behind him from the X-receiver into the boundary.

Davidson co-offensive coordinator Tim Zetts (Fordham running backs coach, 2011-14):: The thing that Joe did which was phenomenal was finding that next thing to be innovative. Before he did that, he was always saying, “If you can’t block him, read him. He’s too good to block.” He was finding ways to cancel [interior] players out.

An open mind led to Moorhead’s early adoption of the run-pass option, but his offense is still grounded in rushing potential and H-backs.

[Smart Football’s Chris] Brown thinks offenses will move more in the direction of Penn State, continuing to chug down the RPO tracks but trying to get the quarterback hit less.

“If you watch Penn State,” he says, “almost everything for them is based on having five interior linemen and an H-Back. Oklahoma State is still in 10 personnel [one back, four receivers] because of those great receivers, but now it’s much more 11 personnel [one back, one tight end or H-Back] — and they’re usually blocking the six interior linemen and linebackers.

“They’re not very often leaving the defensive end unblocked so he can crash down on the quarterback as he’s making one of those downfield RPOs. They’ll do a bunch of variations of that.”

Penn State head coach James Franklin’s trajectory in Happy Valley took a nearly 180-degree turn when he brought Moorhead to town. His first two Nittany Lion teams each went 7-6, and despite the presence of blue-chip quarterback Christian Hackenberg, they ranked 112th and 62nd, respectively, in Off. S&P+.

In need of an energy boost and a healthy dose of adaptability, Franklin looked to Moorhead. PSU improved immediately, to 18th last year and 12th this year, and they are 21-5 since he came to town. Brent Pry’s defense has been top-20 in Def. S&P+ both years, too — this hasn’t been a one-dimensional team — but the defense was good before Moorhead arrived. The offense, not so much.

Moorhead won’t inherit a Saquon Barkley in Starkville.

He will take over an offense scheduled to return quarterback Nick Fitzgerald, running back Aeris Williams and Kylin Hill, a foursome of freshman and sophomore receivers (Deddrick Thomas, Reggie Todd, Keith Mixon, Jamal Couch) that combined for 800 receiving yards and eight touchdowns, and an offensive line with only one 2017 senior.

His work with Fitzgerald could be fascinating. As important as Barkley (2,630 rushing yards, 996 receiving yards, 41 combined touchdowns in 2016-17) has been, Moorhead’s bond with quarterback Trace McSorley was as or more vital.

McSorley's completion rate was just 55 seven games into his first season with Moorhead, his passer rating just 133.4. Since then: 63 percent and 162.1. He caught fire, playing nearly perfect ball in the Big Ten title game against Wisconsin and throwing four TDs in the tight Rose Bowl loss to USC. This year, he's thrown for 3,228 yards and 26 touchdowns despite rarely playing in fourth quarters. (Not including sacks, he’s also rushed for 1,093 yards in the last two seasons.)

Moorhead will only get one year with Fitzgerald. The QB pipeline isn’t dry after him, mind you — four-star prospect Keytaon Thompson got thrown into the deep end when Fitzgerald went down early in the Egg Bowl — but how quickly Moorhead and Fitzgerald can reach the same page will set the bar for 2018.

(A defense with only two seniors among its top 16 tacklers can’t hurt.)

Moorhead is known for points, but his resourcefulness could pay off just as much.

From 1954 to 2010, Fordham didn't offer football scholarships. The Rams play in the Patriot League, a non-scholarship league. In 2009, they elected to offer scholarships, which disqualified them from the Patriot League title but allowed them to better position for at-large playoff bids.

Still, they were playing catch-up. Despite this, creaky facilities, and crowded offices, Moorhead’s Rams indeed made the FCS playoffs for three straight years. They beat Sacred Heart in the first round in both 2013 and 2014 and lost only to excellent teams each time: Towson in 2013 (the Tigers went on to make the finals), New Hampshire in 2014 (the Wildcats made the semis), and Chattanooga in 2015 (the Mocs barely lost to No. 1 Jacksonville State in the next round).

In Feldman’s oral history piece, Zetts said, “I don’t think there’s anybody who can do more with less than Joe. That’s him. His big thing was, ‘It doesn’t matter.’ That ended up being the mindset of our players. They were numb to it.” You could argue Moorhead’s culture and Tripper-from-Meatballs attitude might be even more important than his RPOs.

The MSU job is commonly regarded as the hardest in the SEC West — the facilities are good but no better than that of division peers, there’s less history to sell, and Starkville is small and isolated.

Before leaving for Florida, Mullen raised expectations to a nearly unforeseen level. He inherited a program that had won just 29 games in eight years and, in its history, had attended 13 bowls with three top-15 finishes. In nine seasons, he engineered eight bowl bids and two top-15 finishes.

This is a much better job than it once was, but you’re always going to be playing catch-up in Starkvegas. That won’t be anything new to Moorhead.

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The Hoop Scoop

In January, Rick Maese of the Washington Post wrote a fantastic, albeit somber piece about college football’s National Signing Day. About the bright future promised to the nation’s top recruits in 2007, and the reality of their lives a decade later.

So in light of the 40th McDonald’s All-American Games, we’re looking back at the 2007 roster to see what became of the country’s best high school basketball players.

It should be noted, over the past decade, social media, NCAA legislation, and the NBA’s collective bargaining agreement have seemingly created a system that favors expectations over achievements. Hello, LaVar Ball.

Fortunately, the 2007 McDonald’s All-American team turned expectations in to glory. The team featured soon-to-be NCAA All-Americans, NBA All-Stars, and the fuzz of a now famous beard.

East Team

#33 Nick Calathes

Commitment: Florida

Calathes was named the SEC Newcomer of the Year and SEC Co-Freshman of the Year at Florida in 2008. In 2009, he was a unanimous First Team All-SEC selection, and subsequently left school to pursue a professional career in Europe. Since then, he’s won a EuroLeague championship, a EuroCup Basketball championship, and a EuroCup Basketball MVP award. He also spent two seasons in the NBA with the Memphis Grizzles. During his time in Memphis, he was suspended for violating the NBA’s anti-drug policy. In 2015, he returned to the EuroLeague and was named the Greek Basket League’s Best Defender in 2016.

#4 Jonny Flynn

Commitment: Syracuse

Flynn was named Big East Co-Rookie of the Year at Syracuse in 2008. In 2009, he scored 34 points in a historic, six-overtime Big East Tournament victory over Connecticut at Madison Square Garden. Syracuse eventually lost the tournament, but Flynn was still named the 2009 Big East Tournament MVP. After leading Syracuse to an appearance in the Sweet 16 of the NCAA Tournament, Flynn decided to go pro. The Minnesota Timberwolves drafted him with the 6th pick in the 2009 NBA draft. Flynn was an NBA All-Rookie Second Team selection following his promising rookie season. However, hip surgery and a sophomore slump essentially ended his NBA career. He bounced from the Timberwolves, to the Rockets, to the Trailblazers, to professional leagues in Australia and Italy before hanging ‘em up in 2014 after just 5 professional seasons.

#3 Austin Freeman

Commitment: Georgetown

Freeman was named to the All-Big East Rookie Team in 2008. He played at Georgetown for four seasons, and was twice an All-Big East selection (Second Team in 2010 & First Team in 2011). Freeman went undrafted in the 2011 NBA draft. He played for the Iowa Energy of the NBA D-League in 2013-14, but he’s spent the majority of his professional career playing in Italy and Israel.

#20 Donte Greene

Commitment: Syracuse

In his lone season at Syracuse, Greene earned Second Team All-Big East honors and was named to the league’s All-Rookie Team. He was selected 28th overall by the Memphis Grizzles in the 2008 NBA draft, who subsequently traded him to the Rockets, who later traded him to the Kings. Greene played in 253 games as a reserve for the Kings over four seasons. He is currently playing in the Philippine Basketball Association.

#2 J.J. Hickson

Commitment: NC State

Hickson set an ACC freshman scoring record by tallying 31 points in his first collegiate game. He earned All-ACC Freshman Team honors, and was an Honorable Mention All-Conference selection in his only season on campus. He was drafted 19th overall by the Cleveland Cavaliers in the 2008 NBA draft. He played for 5 teams in 8 NBA seasons, starting nearly 60% of the games in which he played. He’s currently playing in the Chinese Basketball Association.

#31 Kosta Koufos

Commitment: Ohio State

Koufos earned Third Team All-Big Ten honors, and was named to the league’s All-Freshman Team in 2008. He was also named the MVP of the 2008 National Invitational Tournament, which the Ohio State Buckeyes won. Koufos left Ohio State after his freshman season and was selected by the Utah Jazz with the 23rd pick in the 2008 NBA draft. He’s played 573 NBA games, and is currently the starting power forward for the Kings.

#30 Gani Lawal

Commitment: Georgia Tech

Lawal was a two-time All-ACC Third Team selection in three seasons as a Yellow Jacket, and he was drafted by the Phoenix Suns in the 2nd round of the 2010 NBA draft. However, a torn ACL in his rookie season and the NBA’s 2011 lockout effectively derailed his NBA career. Despite success in the highest-tier basketball leagues in Europe, and multiple runs in the NBA D-League, Lawal has only played in one NBA game.

#32 O.J. Mayo

Commitment: USC

Mayo, like Sebastian Telfair before him, was practically a household name among basketball fans before he even entered high school. Supremely talented, yet often troubled, Mayo chose to attend USC. He earned First Team All-Pac-10 and All-Pac-10 Tournament Team honors during his freshman year. However, USC would later penalize its team by forfeiting its 2007-08 victories in response to allegations that Mayo received improper cash and gifts while in school. Nonetheless, Mayo was selected 3rd overall by the Minnesota Timberwolves in the 2008 NBA draft, and was immediately traded to the Grizzles. In 2016, Mayo was dismissed and disqualified from the NBA for violating the terms of the league’s anti-drug program. He’s eligible for re-instatement in 2018. An NBA All-Rookie First Team selection, he’s averaged 13.8 points in 547 career games with the Grizzles, Mavericks, and Bucks.

#54 Patrick Patterson

Commitment: Kentucky

Patterson, a high school teammate of O.J. Mayo, had a remarkable 3-year career at the University of Kentucky. As a freshman, Patterson earned Second Team All-SEC honors. He then earned First Team All-SEC honors as a sophomore, and again as a junior. He was also named to the league’s All-Defensive Team as junior, a season in which he helped first-year head coach John Calipari win the SEC regular season title, and the SEC Tournament. Patterson decided to forgo his senior season and was selected by the Houston Rockets with the 14th pick in the 2010 NBA draft. He’s had a productive 9-year NBA career, playing as a backup for three different teams. He’s currently a member of the Raptors.

#22 Nolan Smith

Commitment: Duke

Smith was one of only 4 players on the 2007 McDonald’s All-American team to play four seasons of college basketball, and it served him very well. As a senior in 2011, Smith was a consensus First Team All-American, the ACC Player of the Year, the ACC Tournament MVP, an ACC All-Defensive Team selection, and the ACC’s leading scorer. He also helped Duke win three consecutive ACC championships (2009-11), and an NCAA championship in 2010. He earned All-Final Four Team honors for the latter. Smith was drafted 21st overall by the Portland Trailblazers in the 2011 NBA draft. After a two-year run in Portland, Smith journeyed to Croatia to play for KK Cedevita of the Croatian League. He was named a 2014 Croatian League All-Star, and helped his team win both the Croatian Cup and the Croatian League championship. In 2016, Smith returned to Duke as an assistant coach.

#24 Corey Stokes

Commitment: Villanova

Although Stokes earned Third Team All-Big East honors as a senior in 2011, his most memorable moments came as a sophomore in 2009, when Stokes propelled Villanova to the Final Four. He finished his career at Villanova with 1,315 points and 264 made 3s, which ranked 5th all-time. Stokes was also recognized for his efforts off the court, as he was named to the 2011 Big East Academic All-Star team. He went undrafted in the 2011 NBA draft, and less than two weeks later, was arrested for assaulting a man in a bar near his hometown in NJ. Stokes then briefly pursued a professional career in Europe, last playing in 2013. As of last year, he was a special education teacher at Bayonne High School in NJ.

#1 Chris Wright

Commitment: Georgetown

Wright’s career as a Hoya was hampered by injury, but he still managed to earn Third Team All-Big East honors as a senior in 2011, and he finished his career with 442 assists – good for 6th all-time at Georgetown. He went undrafted in 2011, and was sadly diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis while playing overseas in 2012. Determined to overcome the disease, Wright returned to America for treatment and signed with the Iowa Energy of the NBA D-League shortly thereafter. He went on to become an NBA D-League All-Star in 2013, and was rewarded by the Dallas Mavericks with a 10-day contract. Thus, he became the first known NBA player with Multiple Sclerosis. Although the Mavericks didn’t renew his contract, Wright has used his platform to raise awareness for the disease, and he continues to play professionally overseas. In 2016, he was named to the All-FIBA Europe Cup team.

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#45 Cole Aldrich

Commitment: Kansas

Aldrich saw limited action as a freshman, but he was a key contributor to KU’s Final Four victory over North Carolina in 2008. The Jayhawks would go on to win their 3rd National Championship by defeating Memphis in overtime a few days later. Aldrich became a starter in his sophomore year, and earned numerous accolades, including All-Big 12 First Team, Big 12 All-Defensive Team, and Big 12 Co-Defensive Player of the Year. After leading KU to its 8th consecutive Big 12 regular season championship and the Big 12 tournament championship in his junior year, Aldrich piled up even more accolades. He repeated as the Big 12 Defensive Player of the Year, was again named All-Big 12 First Team, earned Third Team AP All-American honors, as well as the prestigious distinction of Men’s Basketball Academic All-American of the Year. In 3 seasons at KU, Aldrich never lost at Allen Fieldhouse. He was drafted by the New Orleans Hornets with the 11th pick of the 2010 NBA draft, and his rights were immediately traded to the Thunder. Aldrich has played for 6 NBA teams in 8 seasons, primarily as a backup.

#24 James Anderson

Commitment: Oklahoma State

Anderson quietly had a remarkable career at Oklahoma State. He earned All-Big 12 Honorable Mention honors as a freshman, and was named to the Big 12 All-Rookie Team. As a sophomore, he was named Second Team All-Big 12, and as a junior, he was the unanimous Big 12 Player of the Year and a Second Team AP All-American. He started 99 of 101 games played during his career, and left OSU ranked fourth all-time with 1,811 points. He was selected 20th overall by the San Antonio Spurs in the 2010 draft. He played for four teams in 6 NBA seasons. His best season came in 2013-14, when he averaged 10 points per game in a starting role for the 76ers. He is currently playing in the Turkish Basketball Super League.

#32 Jerryd Bayless

Commitment: Arizona

Bayless earned Second Team All-Pac 10, as well as All-Freshman Team honors his only season in college. He was selected 11th overall by the Indiana Pacers in 2008, and was subsequently traded to the Trail Blazers. Prior to his rookie season, Bayless won the NBA Summer League MVP award by averaging nearly 30 points per game. A respected veteran, Bayless has played 513 games for 7 teams in 9 NBA seasons. He’s currently a member of the 76ers, but he missed nearly the entire 2016-17 season due to a wrist injury.

#30 Michael Beasley

Commitment: Kansas State

Beasley was the MVP of the 2007 McDonald’s All-American Game. Rivals ranked him #1 in the Class of 2007, and believe it or not, he exceeded expectations at Kansas State. He was a unanimous First Team All-American, the Big 12 Player of the Year, and the National Freshman of the Year. He led the nation in rebounding (12.4 rpg) and set the record for the most double-doubles (28) ever recorded by a freshman in NCAA history, a feat that included 13 30-point, 10-rebound games. The Miami Heat selected Beasley with the 2nd pick of the 2008 draft, but shortly thereafter, everything began to go downhill. He was fined $50,000 for his role in a suspected drug-related incident at the NBA Rookie Transition Program. He spent time in a Houston rehabilitation facility prior to his second season, and he was then involved in a legal dispute with his former agent regarding improper cash and gifts he received while at Kansas State. Beasley’s also been arrested for marijuana possession and accused of sexual assault. However, a police investigation found no evidence to support that allegation. If not for his prodigious talent, Beasley’s NBA career probably would’ve ended long ago. He played on four teams in 5 seasons before reviving himself in the Chinese Basketball Association, where he was a two-time CBA All-Star MVP and the 2016 CBA International MVP. This season, Beasley’s back in the NBA, averaging nearly 10 points per game in a reserve role for the playoff-bound Bucks.

#22 Eric Gordon

Commitment: Indiana

Gordon was another one-and-done from the Class of 2007. After being named Big Ten Freshman of the Year, First Team All-Big Ten, and a Third Team AP All-American, he was selected 7th overall by the Los Angeles Clippers in the 2008 draft. He earned NBA All-Rookie Second Team honors in his first season with the Clippers, and showed promise over the next two seasons before being traded, among others, for NBA All-Star Chris Paul. Gordon battled numerous, nagging injuries over the next five seasons in New Orleans, but he started 217 0f the 221 games in which he played, averaging 15.3 points. In 2016, Gordon signed with the Rockets, and has become the odds-on favorite to win the NBA’s Sixth Man of the Year award at season’s end.

#15 Blake Griffin

Commitment: Oklahoma

Griffin blossomed from a First Team All-Big 12 selection as a freshman to the consensus National Player of the Year as a sophomore. Additional honors for Griffin’s sophomore season included another First Team All-Big 12 selection, Big 12 Player of the Year, and First Team AP All-America. The Los Angeles Clippers made him the #1 overall pick in the 2009 draft, but his NBA debut was delayed by a year due to a knee injury he suffered during the preseason. Once healthy, Griffin won NBA Rookie of the Year, and instantly became one of the NBA’s most marketable stars after winning the 2011 Slam Dunk Contest. The now 5-time NBA All-Star has endorsement deals with companies like Nike, Kia Motors, and Red Bull to name a few. Those endorsements, along with the 5-year $95 million contract extension he received from the Clippers in 2012, have put Griffin on Forbes’ list of the World’s Highest-Paid Athletes.

#13 James Harden

Commitment: Arizona State

Harden was a two-time First Team All-Pac-10 selection at ASU, as well as the Pac-10 Player of the Year, and a First Team AP All-American in 2009. That summer, the Oklahoma City Thunder selected him 3rd overall in the NBA draft. He was named to the NBA All-Rookie Second Team, and earned the NBA’s Sixth Man of the Year award just two seasons later. As his game grew, so did his now famous beard. Harden won a gold medal with Team USA at the 2012 Summer Olympics, before joining the Rockets for the 2012-13 season. He’s been named an All-Star 5 times since joining the Rockets, and like Griffin, has become one of the league’s most marketable stars. His beard, which has it’s own Twitter account, has helped him land endorsements with Adidas, Beats by Dre, NBA 2K, and so on. Thus, he also joins Griffin on Forbes’ list of the World’s Highest-Paid Athletes. Harden’s currently having a season for the ages; he’s second in the NBA in scoring, and first in assists – a feat that’s only been accomplished by three others in the history of the league.

#31 Taylor King

Commitment: UCLA/Duke

King is considered the cautionary tale from the 2007 McDonald’s All-American team. At 14, he became the youngest player ever to commit to a Division 1 school. He excelled publically over the next few years, but privately, the burden of expectation began to trouble him. He flipped his commitment from UCLA to Duke before graduating from high school, and failed his first drug test within months of arriving on Duke’s campus. Still, he had an impact on the court as a freshman, scoring a season high 27 points versus Eastern Kentucky in an early season matchup. At season’s end, however, King decided to transfer to Villanova. Again, he showed promise on the court, but failed two drug tests as a Wildcat, and was ultimately dismissed from the team. He attempted to transfer to USC, but eventually landed at Concordia University in the NAIA. At Concordia, King became a First Team NAIA Division 1 All-American. But, he rarely attended class, and was dismissed from the school prior to earning his degree. Because of his checkered past, King went undrafted in 2011, so he pursued a professional career in the National Basketball League of Canada. A short run in the NBL, and successive runs in states like Taiwan, eventually led King to the British Basketball League, which is the premiere league in the United Kingdom. King has stated that parental pressure, premature notoriety, and poor decisions stole his NBA future. He’s admitted the athletic and financial success of his former McDonald’s All-American teammates contributed to continued drug use and depression. But he’s also stated that he wouldn’t change his path. At 28, he’s finally bounced back. He’s happy now. And less than two weeks ago, his current team, the Leicester Riders, won the 2017 British Basketball League Trophy, and he was named the BBL Trophy Finals MVP.

#42 Kevin Love

Commitment: UCLA

Michael Beasley was Rivals’ #1 ranked recruit in the Class of 2007, but Love, the son of a former NBA big, was ESPN’s #1 recruit. Love attended UCLA, where he became only the second freshman in history to be named Pac-10 Player of the Year. In addition to that honor, Love was named Pac-10 Freshman of the Year, earned First Team All-Conference honors, and was a consensus First Team All-American. The Bruins, powered by Love’s scoring and rebounding, won the 2008 Pac-10 regular season championship, the 2008 Pac-10 tournament, and advanced to the Final Four of the 2008 NCAA Tournament. Predictably, Love entered the 2008 NBA draft and was selected 5th overall by the Memphis Grizzles. After his selection, he was traded to the Timberwolves for McDonald’s All-American mate O.J. Mayo. In his 3rd season with the Wolves, Love recorded the most consecutive double-doubles (53) since the ABA and NBA merged in 1976. He earned his first All-Star selection that season, and was also named the NBA’s Most Improved Player. In the summer of 2012, Love won a gold medal alongside James Harden at the London Olympics. As a one-man wrecking crew on the Timberwolves, Love would play in a total of 3 All-Star games before being traded to the Cavs in the summer of 2014. In Cleveland, Love joined Kyrie Irving and LeBron James to form the NBA’s latest Big 3. However, he endured a tumultuous first season with the Cavs that ended in injury during his first career playoff series. He bounced back in 2015-16 though, and helped the Cavs become the first team in NBA Finals history to overcome a 3-1 deficit. The Cavs delivered Cleveland its first professional sports championship in 52 years by defeating the record-breaking Warriors in incredible fashion. Love has used his on-court success to create numerous off-court opportunities for himself, including the amusing role of Lil’ Kev. In 2016, Love inked a deal with Banana Republic to become its inaugural style ambassador, adding to a portfolio that put him on Forbes’ list of the World’s Highest-Paid Athletes.

#5 Jai Lucas

Commitment: Florida

Lucas, the youngest son of former #1 overall pick and current NBA assistant coach John Lucas II, started all 36 games for Florida in his only season as a Gator, and was named to the SEC All-Freshman Team. He transferred to the University of Texas in the spring of 2009, and played in 58 career games for the Longhorns with one start. After earning a bachelor’s degree in corporate communication, Lucas pursued a professional career in Latvia. He played for Valmiera Ordo in the Baltic Basketball League for one season, before returning to the US to play in the D-League. After two respectable D-League seasons, Lucas accepted a position as a Special Assistant with the University of Texas Basketball program. In 2016, he was promoted to Men’s Basketball Director of Operations.

#25 Derrick Rose

Commitment: Memphis

Rose led the Memphis Tigers to the 2008 National Championship Game. Although the Tigers fell short, losing to Kansas in overtime, Rose received numerous accolades following the season, including Conference USA Freshman of the Year, First Team All-Conference USA, and Third Team AP All-America. The NCAA would later rule, however, that Rose had been academically ineligible during the season due to an invalid SAT score, and it forced Memphis to vacate its entire season. Rose entered the 2008 NBA draft and was selected first overall by his hometown team, the Chicago Bulls. He was named NBA Rookie of the Year and an NBA All-Star in back to back seasons. In his third season, he led the Bulls to 62 victories and became the youngest player in history to win the NBA’s Most Valuable Player award. The Bulls rewarded Rose with a 5-year, $95 million contract extension. That, plus a 13-year, $185 million contract with Adidas, made Rose an annual fixture on Forbes’ list of the World’s Highest-Paid Athletes. Rose’s MVP campaign was followed by another All-Star season, which unfortunately ended with a torn ACL. Over the next three seasons, Rose missed 195 games due to successive knee injuries - the torn ACL, and two meniscus tears. The Bulls decided to part ways with Rose in the summer of 2016, and traded him to the Knicks for a 2nd round pick and three role players. Rose then dealt with a highly publicized criminal charge of sexual battery for his alleged role in the gang-rape of a former girlfriend. However, a federal jury found him not liable in a civil trial just before the 2016-17 season. Rose experienced a modicum of personal success in his first year with the Knicks, averaging better than 18 points and 4 assists for the first time in 3 seasons. Unluckily, his season ended with yet another meniscus tear.

#33 Kyle Singler

Commitment: Duke

Singler, like McDonald’s All-American mate Nolan Smith, spent four fantastic seasons at Duke. He was the ACC Rookie of the Year in 2008, and also earned Third Team All-ACC honors. As a sophomore, he helped Duke win its first of three consecutive ACC tournament championships. He also earned his first of three consecutive ACC All-Tournament First Team honors. The following year, Duke added an ACC regular season championship to its résumé before winning the ACC Tournament, and its 4th NCAA Tournament. Singler was named First Team All-ACC, ACC Tournament MVP, and NCAA Final Four Most Outstanding Player. Despite his enormous success, he opted to return to Duke for his senior season instead of entering the 2010 NBA draft. The Blue Devils would be eliminated in the Sweet 16 a year later, but Singler was again named First Team All-ACC. He finished his career at Duke with the record for most games played (tied at 148), and ranked 2nd in ACC history for games won (125). He was also just the 9th player in ACC history to score 2,000 career points and grab 1,000 career rebounds. The Detroit Pistons then selected him in the 2nd round of the 2011 NBA draft. However, because of the NBA’s 2011 lockout, Singler decided to begin his professional career in Spain. He won the 2012 Kings Cup with Real Madrid, before returning to the Pistons following the lockout. He earned NBA All-Rookie Second Team honors, and started 150 of 218 games played for Detroit, before being traded to the Thunder in 2015. He’s primarily a backup in Oklahoma City, but is currently signed to a multi-year contract that doesn’t expire until 2020.

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