#yeah it’s another one of their mind games

[bluemotifofsleep]

Satoru is a certified button-pusher; It’s a well known fact among anyone that knows him. Especially you- his loving girlfriend.

And most of the time, you could take it. The teasing remarks, the child-like hair pulling, the bratty attitude he carried with him wherever he went. You love him enough that it’s easy- Mostly.

But every now and then, everything just got to be too much. Work was stressing you out, you weren’t sleeping well, maybe you hadn’t eaten yet, and satoru’s teasing pushed you over a violent edge.

Just like today.

You don’t even remember exactly what he said that broke you, just that the anger had boiled your blood to a scalding degree, and you hadn’t had a chance to think twice before the words “just fuck off, satoru!”Came out of your mouth scathingly.

He had blinked. You both had blinked- stunned by your brashness- Before you backpedaled with apologies, assuring him that he wasn’t the true object of your anger, you’re just stressed out.

And, true to satoru’s character, he hadn’t gotten mad, hadn’t yelled back. He just looked at you, smirking like you were a puzzle he clicked the last piece into.

“It’s alright. You just need to de-stress, right sweetheart?”

~

You’re drooling- or, you think you are. You can’t really tell. it’s hard to feel your face muscles while all of your nerves are being fired off in your pussy as another searing orgasm rips through you from head to toe, making your hips twitch back against satoru’s wicked mouth.

While you shake in the aftershocks, he pulls back to watch the way your hole clenches around nothing. “Oh, yeah. What number was that, baby?”

Fuck. You have to gather every last brain cell you have, every single one satoru hasn’t squashed to remember exactly what number orgasm you’re on.

“F-five?” It’s more of a question, and it comes out breathy, almost like a whine. Satoru coos at you.

“Good girl.” He slides a big palm over your ass lovingly. “Looks like I haven’t fucked you stupid enough, though.”

You want to scream the opposite.

It was a sick game- he had kissed you stupid after your little blow up, and then promised to “fuck you until you don’t know which number orgasm you’re on. To get rid of the stress, of course.”

And he was staying true to his word. He hadn’t even taken his dick out yet- and you were already beyond saving.

You could hear him finally, finally unzip his pants, and it occurred to you that you were fully naked while he still had his clothes on. The realization made you shiver, bare chest pressed to the sheets.

You didn’t really have time to protest, though, when he started sliding into you, stretching your overstimulated walls out to the point of hurting. A good hurt. the kind of hurt that had you whining into the bedsheets, fisting them like they’ll save you from the monster currently fucking you from behind.

He starts off slow, mindful of the torment he’s already put you through. But just as you’re getting used to it, he shifts into something harsh, dangerous. nothing particularly fast- but hard, deep strokes that felt like they took the breath out of you every time they connected.

It has you coming again, instantly.

Your eyebrows tent up, a true overstimulated whine dragging out of your throat as your eyes roll into the back of your head and your arms give out underneath you, effectively pining you to the bed. Against your will, your hips twitch back against his while your pussy clamps down around him, hard.

He groans, his chest pinning against your back while he wraps one hand around your jaw, tilting your head back to grin meanly at your blissed-out expression.

“What number, angel?” When you don’t respond at first, your jaw hanging low, he squeezes your neck just to get your attention, thrusting his hips up once. You gasp, writhing while your pushed well into overstimulation- again.

“S-ix. Six.” He rewards you by planting a big kiss against your cheek, but when he leans in his cock is pressed impossibly deeper against you, making you gasp out the air in your lungs.

“You can do a couple more, don’t you think?” Just to emphasize, he grinds himself into you again. You whine as an answer. “Yeah, I know you can.”

And just like that, he’s fucking another orgasm out of you. this time, it takes you a good minute to come up with an answer. It takes him fisting your hair back while he peers at you with those big blue eyes for you to squeak out the number seven.

And at number eight, when Gojo himself spills against your cervix, he wonders if maybe he accidentally broke you. Because as you twitch against him in the aftermath, he realizes that you’ve passed the fuck out.

Hm. So eight orgasms is your limit.

Maybe you can make it to ten next time.

[analviel]

DC comic writerd always wanna rush characters into growing up EXCEPT FOR TIM OH MY GOD

I agree with everything except for killing Tim lol bcs no, there's a limit to how many of Jason's milestones he's also gonna meet

Yes exactly exactly for Babs and and Dick!

Steph is overdue for a space mission. Also personally, I want nunchuks for her (is that how you spell nunchucks)

Gosh I want that for Duke so much! Also imagine Damian always cameoing as his younger brother who may or may not actually be enrolled in the same school. But mostly the focus gotta be with him and his crew.

Duke (and sometimes Damian) drop by Babs' dayjob as a librarian to pester her on his current case and just generally pester her.

Like just, I'm imagining an animated scene of Duke and Damian talking about a case with Babs (because no one outside the Batfam is supposed to know her real identity so none of Duke's crew does) and then a sudden voice 'Delievery!' and Damian perks up and we're introducing a grinning Dick with pizza.

I don't actually mind Dick being a cop but at this point I just want it as a job he HAD, so yeah, let's go with USPS. He could be anywhere in the country lol.

Then Duke is doing his episodic cases and one in particular leads him into a fight in a mask and we encounter a gang war and then a flash of black and he's got a back up so they tie it up quickly. BlackBat motions for him to follow her. Cut scene to a bat hideout and Cass takes off her mask.

You know those animated scene where the scene freezes on a close up and we get an intro of, ex. Cassandra Wayne, Black Bat, Duke's older sister. Hates shirts that aren't croptops. Yeah I want that to happen, with the Duke crew, Babs, Damian, Dick, etc.

Cass shares with him the case she's investigating that brought her through almost three cities now and back to Gotham, tied to that last gang war, and they end up closing it up together.

We meet Tim several episodes later where Duke comes home to the manor to find him and Damian already playing a video game. Tim helps them for this newest case, but only in the investigating part, leaving the final bust to them because his main case at the moment was a W.E/corporate thing vs Delon Cusk. Tim's introduction does not include coffee whatsoever. And at the end of this episode/case, Tim fishes them out of the water into his murderboat.

Selina Kyle also appears for a bit, dropping a basket of kittens for Damian, Duke asks her about something related to his new case of an priceless antique.

So Duke is the focus of all of this, and we get him in his class with girl troubles, a few scenes where PE poses a problem for him for a completely different reason than his classmates, all while he's having superpower problems, except unlike Spiderman he's got people he can call in a pinch to cover for him. And also now and then we get a peek of news clip or a social media comment about the Waynes implying how reserved they are save for a couple of family members and some rumors and suppositions about them. And then the next news is about the Red Hood shooting someone, or JLA, or another Wayne project. It is heavily implied that much of the other Bats except for Signal, Robin, and Red Hood, are more likely to be with their teams or helping out with Batman Incorporated in an International capacity. Just to keep them away.

Almost every other episode opens up with him fighting a Githam Rouge in broad daylight.

Neither Bruce or Batman appears even once, except maybe his name in an email.

I didn't expect to write so much.

[husky4lyfe]

by my side [pazzi]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: paige and azzi just broke up, and they want nothing more to be by each others side or.. an angsty fic abt azzi being at paige's table during the draft

a/n: hi guys.. this is kinda my first ever thing so be nice :') this is probably gonna be like three parts so yeah. also very angsty and kinda sad. (cus i love angst mmm)

word count: 1k ish (the next 2(?) parts r coming soon)

azzi and paige broke up just weeks before the 2025 wnba draft. everyone knew it was coming. for the better half of 7 years, they’ve been inseparable, never leaving each other's side. but paige, she was leaving uconn for good, off to play in the league. she never wanted anything more than for azzi to just be with her, like she’s always been. to be her rock, her light in the dark, they way no one was able to until she met her. but she knew that would never be possible. paige had her own life and so did azzi.

it all started 2 months before the draft. arguements after arguments arose, both wishing that the anger of the petty arguments was the only reason. not whatever reason making azzi cry every night after their daily facetimes was, or the reason paige would feel odd every time they would hug after a game. those were the times that really reminded them that their 4 year paradise with each other would soon end. and maybe they weren’t ready.

a really bad argument. just one really bad argument was all it took. a thing led to another and boom, their 3 year relationship ended. both of them never really had to tell the team. it’s like they already knew. who were they kidding? whenever they even just fought, the energy shifted so drastically, someone in the team would just end up forcing them to make up right after. they could never keep a fight, mostly because they knew that neither of them meant it. but this was different. it wasn’t a petty argument, or something that they would be able to sweep under the rug, it felt final. a final decision. 

when paige and azzi showed up to practice the next morning, they didn’t even try to hide it. not like they wanted everyone to know, of course not. not before the natty. but they knew that they wouldn’t be able to hide the sudden absence of the small glances of love across the court, or the bickering they did as if they were a married couple during practice. the uconn wbb team knew immediately, but no one wanted to accept it was truly over, so none of them pointed it out.

and so, they attended practice like usual. it hurt like hell for the both of them, but they both knew they had too much at stake to give up the natty for their relationship. they were together every single day. as teammates, though. not as lovers.

it all went by like a blur. practice after practice, press after press, ad after ad. the world wanted them together, hell, they wanted themselves together. but just as the world did, it seemed like their lives had other plans. they wanted so badly to hate each other. to forget about the past 7 years, as if none of it ever mattered. but that was impossible. how could they ever do that? 

they won the natty. it was over. the draft was in a few weeks and after everything, paige and azzi finally felt like they could breathe. paige was set to be the #1 pick, and azzi, the mop of the national championships. they both felt like they were on the top of the world. but why did it feel like something was missing? the thought that both of them could’ve been there, at the top, at the same time, holding each other's hands, exchanging looks behind the cameras lingered in their minds as they attended parties celebrating their achievements. but no, they were so far from each other. and it hurt so goddamn much.

it was yet another day both paige sulking when paige got a text from her assistant. 

assistant: hey paige, just needed an update on who’s sitting on the last chair on your table at the draft. was it drew, ryan or lauren you said?

p: hey man, i think i needa minute on that. how soon do u need confirmation?

assistant: it’s alright. take your time. just let me know before wednesday.

paige stared at her screen. she was asked this many times before. her entire family wouldn’t fit, especially with all 3 of her siblings and geno. she knew she would have to pick someone who isn’t one of her siblings. someone close. her mind drifted to azzi. it would be wrong to pick anybody but her, wouldn’t it?  all the family reunions she attended, her closeness with her siblings, the nights she’d spend in paige’s childhood room. paige only wanted one person in that seat. and it was azzi fudd.

fuck it, she thought. seriously, what’s the worst that could happen if she texted her ex of 3 years, asking her to be right there, with her family, on one of the most important nights of her life. she opens azzi’s number. old messages flood her screen, reminding her why this was definitely not a good idea. but she didn’t care. she typed out a message and sent it.

p: hey az, this is kinda an odd request coming from me n all, but i really want you to sit at my table during the draft. just this once. for the last time.

azzi had just got out of practice when she opened her phone. 5 notifications. one of them from paige bueckers. her eyes widened and she couldn’t believe it. a part of her was angry, that paige could just casually text her like that, as if the break up didn’t just destroy a part of her life. the text was paige asking her to be at her table. offering to pretend to everyone that they were fine, that they never really dated, that they’ve just been best friends these past few years. 

a: we really need to think about this first.

a: seriously, paige.

the last sentence that paige sent made it all wrong. what did she mean ‘for the last time’? was azzi the only one hoping, wishing, that they could both just make up and get back together? azzi didn’t want to sit with paige because she knew that it would mean goodbye. closure. a final sendoff. 

p: i have.

p: i don’t want anyone there except for you.

[mandarinmoons]

Too Close for Comfort

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gender neutral reader Summary: Being stuck in a closet with your best friend evokes some feelings you hadn't felt before, leaving you both confused and questioning where you stand Words: 877 Warnings: None A/N: This is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins "Stuck Together Challenge"! It's also my first time taking a part in a writing challenge and I really enjoyed it <3

“Whoa, Emily, careful!”

Emily snickered behind you as she pushed you along to the closet, Morgan trailing behind her while doing the same to Reid. Morgan laughed as Spencer nearly tumbled to the floor because of the force he used to push the lanky man ahead, causing Spencer to huff and regain his balance.

The two of them had been teasing you and Spencer for a while over how close you both were, constantly telling everyone that you were going on a date whenever they heard you make plans to see each other after work and making kissy faces when they saw you talking to each other during work hours. It was something you could easily brush off, but now it was getting ridiculous.

After a long case, Rossi invited everyone to his place for a get-together and a few hours later, Penelope suggested playing some party games. Of course, Emily and Morgan being the evil geniuses that they are, threw out the idea to play seven minutes in heaven and it ended up with them rigging the game to make sure that you and Reid were stuffed in the closet together. You knew they could be sneaky, but this was hitting a new nerve.

“Have fun!”

Before you had a chance at a comeback, the door was slammed in your face and you and your coworker were surrounded by darkness. Blinking a few times to get used to the lack of light, you saw Spencer awkwardly looking from side to side, taking in his surroundings. To you it seemed as if he was doing his best to avoid eye contact with you, even if you could barely see one another.

“Rossi’s coats seem nice.”

“It’s Rossi, pretty much all of his belongings are imported from Italy.”

Spencer chuckled and lifted his head to catch your gaze. The smiles faded from both of your faces as reality of the situation set in. You were stuck in a cramped closet and the tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You didn’t think you could ever feel unease with Spencer, if you were to ask who was the one person you felt most comfortable with your answer would always be him, but something about this situation felt different. It felt as though you hadn’t been this close to him before and it was unearthing some new feelings.

It might have been dark, but there was just enough light coming in from the crack of the door that you could make out the features on his face that you loved so much. The golden hue in his irises, the crows feet surrounding his eyes whenever he squinted, it was the things that came to mind at first whenever you thought of him. Why were you thinking of him this way?

“This was not what I meant when I said I wanted to be closer to you.”

“Oh really, genius, what did you have in mind then?”

“I don’t know, sitting beside you on the couch while we watched a movie?”

“Yeah and then have Emily and Morgan poke fun at us again throughout the film.”

“Well that certainly sounds better than being stuck here.”

“It’s only for seven minutes!”

“You never know if they decide to “forget us” in here.”

“That does sound like something they would do.”

Faced with the fact that your coworkers might play a prank and keep you locked up for longer, you sat on the ground to be more comfortable and Spencer followed suit. As he sat down, the tip of his shoe hit yours and you nudged him back gently, making each other chuckle by continuing the action.

“You know behaviour like this is what makes them tease us.”

“I know but it’s hard not to do.”

“What? Not getting on my nerves?”

A chuckle leaving Spencer’s lips again, he moved across the closet so he was now sitting next to you, his shoulder brushing yours and feeling his breath on your face. Your eyes locked once again and the tension felt as strong as before.

As you kept your sight on him the hotter the closet seemed to get. It was hard to look away, you swore you saw Spencer’s pupils dilate and you were arguing with yourself in your head whether it was true or not. 

“Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I um…”

Before Spencer had a chance to finish his sentence, the door unlocked and you winced at the sudden light pooling into the room.

“You two seem comfortable.”

Shaking your head at Emily’s comment, you stood up and offered Spencer a hand, feeling your cheeks heat up feeling how warm his hand was in yours. 

With Emily striding back to the kitchen to the rest of the team, you and Spencer stood there for a moment taking in the situation, holding hands and trying to look away to hide the obvious blush on both of your faces.

“After you.”

Smiling at his manners, you let go of his hand and made your way back to everyone, leaving Spencer to stand by himself for a second, cursing Emily in his head for the intrusion, and for not letting himself finish what he wanted to say.

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[bitchinbarzal]

If You Were Mine | M Barzal

inspired by “if you were mine” by Morgan Wallen

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The bar is dark, glowing with soft neon and a flickering Coors Light sign that hums like a second heartbeat. You’re sitting too close to him on purpose, drink in hand, eyes trained on the glass instead of the man beside you.

Mat leans in, just enough for his shoulder to brush yours. You don’t move. Neither does he.

“You good?” he asks, voice soft like it’s just for you.

You nod, swallowing thickly. “Yeah. Just tired.”

It’s a lie. You’re not tired. You’re wired. Buzzing from the way he looks at you under the dim lights. Buzzing from the heat that coils low in your stomach every time he calls you by name. Buzzing because you know exactly what you’re doing here—and so does he.

You’ve both been playing this game for months. Friends. Flirty. Late-night texts that toe the line and then some. But there’s always been a reason not to. A boyfriend. A past. A well-practiced avoidance of the moment things might tip over the edge.

Tonight feels different.

“I shouldn’t be here,” you murmur.

He doesn’t flinch. Just tilts his head to look at you. His eyes are so brown they’re almost gold under the bar lights, warm and dangerous.

“But you are.”

You glance at him, your voice quieter now. “You know I’ve got someone.”

He nods once. “I know.”

“And you’re still looking at me like that.”

“Yeah,” he says. “I am.”

Your breath hitches. The song playing overhead is something twangy and slow—one of those aching country tracks about things that aren’t meant to last but burn all the same.

“I shouldn’t want this,” you whisper.

Mat leans closer, his voice low and steady. “I know. But I do.”

He pauses, then adds, softer still, “You don’t gotta hide your phone. I know there’s someone else. But if I ever got you alone—just so you know—I’d treat you like you’ve never been touched before.”

Your heart punches your ribs.

“Mat…”

“I’d lay you down slow,” he continues, like he’s trying to ruin you. “Take my time. Wouldn’t rush a thing. I’d get lost in you. In those ocean eyes.”

You don’t answer. Can’t. You’re too busy trying not to fall into everything he’s saying.

“I know it’s wrong,” he says. “But I don’t regret feeling it.”

You turn to him fully now. The air between you is thick, barely breathing.

“What would you do,” you ask, voice trembling, “if I was yours?”

He doesn’t hesitate.

“I’d make sure you never had to guess how much I wanted you. I’d touch every part of you like I’d dreamed about it for years—because I have. I’d love you so good, you’d forget why you ever settled for less.”

You close your eyes. “Mat…”

“I’d be yours,” he says, like a confession. “In another life, maybe. But if this is all we get—this night, this bar, this almost—then let me have it. Just for a second.”

Your hand finds his under the table. You lace your fingers with his. And for a moment, the world falls away.

Because you don’t let go.

Not when the drinks run out.

Not when your phone buzzes with a name you can’t look at right now.

Not when Mat leans in and whispers, “Come with me.”

You go.

The city outside the bar is cold and loud, but inside the cab it’s just silence and heat—his thigh pressed against yours, his hand still wrapped around your fingers like he doesn’t want to give them back. You both know this is the line. You both know you’re crossing it.

You don’t care. Not tonight.

When the door to his place clicks shut behind you, he doesn’t touch you right away.

He just looks at you like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind.

“You can still go,” he says, voice rough. “I won’t stop you.”

You step closer.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

And then his mouth is on yours.

It’s not soft. It’s not sweet. It’s starved. Like he’s been holding back for so long that the dam finally broke and there’s no fixing it. You kiss him like you’ve been waiting months to do it. Because you have.

His hands find your face first. Then your waist. Then your hips like he’s learning you on instinct.

When he lifts you up, your legs wrap around his body like muscle memory, and he carries you to his bedroom like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted to do.

There’s no rush. No clothes ripped. No sharp, messy chaos.

He lays you down like he said he would. Takes his time like he promised he would. His eyes never leave yours.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathes, hands trailing reverently down your ribs. “You don’t even know.”

And when it’s over—when you’re tangled up in his sheets, his arms wrapped around you and your breath still catching in your throat—he presses a kiss to your bare shoulder and whispers:

“This is what it’d be like. If you were mine.”

You don’t say anything.

Because you already are.

Months later, you’re at a game. Wearing his jersey. No more secrets. No more late-night almosts. He sees you in the crowd after a win, and the look on his face says everything.

Later, back in that same apartment, he pulls you into his lap and murmurs against your neck, “You were always mine. Even when I couldn’t say it.”

You smile, twisting your fingers into his shirt. “You didn’t have to. I already knew.”

And he kisses you like he’s never going to stop proving it.

[imaginespazzi]

HAPPY WNBA OPENING DAY TO EVERYBODY WHO CELEBRATES!

I meant to do this a little earlier but hey, technically this is still the preseason so these are my preseason rankings, based on vibes and maybe that little itty bitty piece of ball knowledge I like to think I have.

Just a note that I did floor based on at least how far they should make it (even if it would technically be disappointing if they didn't get further) and not getting there means something went wrong and ceiling is how far I think they could make it if everything goes right.

Let me know y'alls thoughts and rankings!

1) New York Liberty: this should come as no surprise to anybody, especially considering these are MY rankings but defending champions, bringing their main core back, and then adding Tash and getting Marine back? Yeah, I'm not betting against them. The only worry I have based on preseason games and loss of personnel (i.e Betnijah and Kayla Thornton) is perimeter defense but I think that can definitely be worked on and I think Jaylyn Sherrod is going to get solid minutes to help out with that.

Floor: Semi-finals

Ceiling: Champions

2) Minnesota Lynx: as of right now, Alanna Smith is out for their game tonight and no one is telling me what the hell is up with Kayla McBride so maybe this ranking is a teensy bit fraudulent depending on personnel. But I'm choosing to be optimistic that Smith's injury is nothing and that whatever's going on with KayMac isn't serious. I'm also vaguely worried about Natisha Hiedemen continuing to be their PG but anyways moving on...the Lynx have MVPhee! And for all my very complex feelings about Cheryl Reeves, there is no coach in the W that I trust more.

Floor: Semi-finals

Ceiling: Champions

3) Las Vegas Aces: another year, another season wondering who the fuck can the Aces count on outside of their big 4? Especially in that frontcourt. Kiah is my Husky for life but she's unreliable offensively and counting on Liz Kitley, a rooking coming back from an ACL, especially at the start of the season, just isn't the best recipe for success in my opinion. But having said that, A'ja is A'ja, Chelsea and Jackie are healthy and when Jewell is playing her best game? That's still hell of a core 4 and I think both Tiffany Mitchell and Aaliyah Nye are gonna be really big for them off of the bench.

Floor: Semi-finals

Ceiling: Champions

4) Indiana Fever: the Fever *should* be good after everything they've added to what they already have and. They have that steady young core, the veteran presence and a couple solid players coming off the bench. I also think Stephanie White is a pretty great coach and is going to push them to be a more defensive-minded team this year. I think the main hindrance for them however, is going to be gelling together with so new pieces, a new coach and a philosophy that's different from what each of them have been used to.

Floor: Semi-finals

Ceiling: Finals

5) Seattle Storm: definitely one of the teams I'm really excited to watch this season, mainly cause I wanna see that big as hell rotation with SD (no S), Gabby, Nneka, Dom and Ezi. Nut man oh man do I think playing this whole season with only 10 players, 2 of whom are 34 years old and will be expected -if they're tryna win- to ply around 30 minutes each night, and 3 international players who have been playing pretty much all year round atp, is going to be a real challenge for them. I'm also very worried about their guard depth so really maybe I should have them lower, but like this based on vibes!

Floor: Playoffs

Ceiling: Semi-Finals

6) Chicago Sky: I'm typing this and thinking that maybe I should have the Sky higher but I just think there's a lot of inconsistent pieces, specifically at the guard spot, with them. I expect both Kamilla and Angel to have really solid pieces and I do think the guards they've brought in, are better than the ones they used to have. And I think Sloot is going to play a really key piece in their season but outside of those three, I don't know to what extent, I trust everybody else to contribute. The caveat to this is, that when all those players do contribute, the Sky have hell of a team. I just don't know how consistent that will be.

Floor: Playoffs

Celing: Semi-finals

7) Phoenix Mercury: the Mercury are the definition of big 3 or bust in the sense that I really don't know who else they can count on their roster. But their big 3? Immaculate players really. You've got 3 very versatile players in AT, Kah and Satour (all possible all-W selections), who can all do a lot of things on the court and that's a great core to have. But like I said, what is everybody else gonna do? I also just don't like their coach like why is girl dad his only skillset? Also why does he hate the midrange?

Floor: Missing the playoffs

Ceiling: Semi-finals

8) Dallas Wings: I think you could genuinely make a case that Dallas has a top 3 backcourt in the league. Their main issue is going to be the frontcourt, even though I will say, I think having MHA and Lyss is better than what they did their first game. It's going to take a while for Dallas with it's basically brand new team to start functioning like a solid team but they have all the pieces to put it together. My biggest worry with them is honestly their coach who I think really wants to run an everybody eats offense -and I think eventually will be able to- but currently everybody on that roster doesn't quite have the ability to do so and I think to succeed, they might need to do some hierarchical separations on who takes what shot.

Floor: Missing the playoffs

Ceiling: Semi-finals

9) Atlanta Dream: I think the Dream has some very solid players between Rhyne, BG, Brionna Jones etc. etc. but the worry I have, is that their new coach wants to play them in a system that, in my opinion, doesn't match any of their skillsets. From what I've heard, his system is very 3-ball oriented and I don't think any of his star players are particular suited for that kind of offense. I am also, once again, worried about guard play.

Floor: Missing the playoffs

Ceiling: Winning a playoff game

10) Los Angeles Sparks: what the fuck is a guard? LA certainly couldn't tell you. They seem to think having KP and KP alone is enough of a backcourt and I'm here to tell you, it won't be. But their frontcourt is undeniably stacked with Dearic, Azurá, Rickea and of course Cam when she comes back. I am also once again, very curious to see how this coaching changes works out for them because Lynn Roberts also runs a super 3-ball oriented system and I mean....how do you do that without other guards? Idk, guess we'll find out!

Floor: Missing the playoffs

Ceiling: Making the playoffs

11) Washington Mystics: I was actually lowkey impressed with the Mystics in the preseason and I think there's gonna be a lot of games, against the upper teams in the league too, that will be really close and maybe even a surprise win here and there. But ultimately this is a very young team and I don't think this is the year they cross the hump. I don't think they're trying to cross it yet. They're in a building mood and I think with Soni, Kiki and Aaliyah (my MIP) as the trio they're building around, they will end up solid eventually.

Floor: Missing the playoffs

Ceiling: Making the play offs

12) Connecticut Sun: Basically everything I just said about the team above them applies here as well. I think we're gonna see flashes of potential out of them throughout the whole season but once again, just not enough to really make a substantial impact. I'm expecting an in-season trade by the Sun for a first round pick next season cause they don't currently have one. But I'm really excited to watch their young core as well and I think both ONO and Jacy Sheldon are primed to take a big leap

Floor: Missing the playoffs

Ceiling: Missing the playoffs

13) Golden State Valkyries: I don't know what happening in the Bay man. Listen I am not impractical, I didn't actually fully believe that KC was going to make this roster. But no Amihere? That one shocked me a lot and I do question that decision because look the preseason isn't everything, but Amihere isn't a rookie and she was coming off of the bench pretty early in the rotation. So I don't get what's happening other than maybe we're just fully committing to the tank which is fine. But I just don't think the Valkyries have the *it factor* if you will, to be particularly good this year, even though they have some solid role players.

Floor: Missing the playoffs

Ceiling: Missing the playoffs

[missust3l3vision]

Chess Queen Part 2

Description: Y/n and Arthur play chess. Too bad they're both too shy to really do much.

As the screen came to life Y/n let out a deep breath. She had done all her usual pre-stream rituals and yet she felt more nervous than ever.

She was about to play chess with Arthur in front of thousands of fans. She took a deep breath and pressed call. He was quick to pick up.

“Hey Y/n!” he chirped happily, it helped ease her nerves slightly. “I’m just setting up my camera right now, it will be ready in a second.”

“Yeah no rush,” she said as she booted up the stream on twitch, not quite opening it yet “You’ll go easy on me right?” she asked half jokingly.

She knew from watching the others in the group that Arthur played chess a lot and took it seriously.

“I would never.” he said chuckling, they were both equally nervous but desperately hid it from the other. It was both very effective and also not.

She could hear the cracks in his voice and he noticed she was quieter than usual. Rather than say something they powered through.

“Hey guys! It's me Y/n and my special guest Arthur TV!” she introduced, it was like a switch flipped and as soon as she had the camera on the worries washed away. Arthur took a little longer to catch on.

“Hello, thank you for having me.” he smiled at the camera, something that Y/n blushed at, her chat noticing quickly.

Many fans are spamming about the small looks the two had shared on the past video they were on and now this.

Rather than read them aloud like she usually did, Y/n jumped right into the chess game. She gave commentary and chatted with the non shipping fans while Arthur went quiet during his turns, focused as a lazer.

“Oh what hoodie am I wearing?” Y/n responded to a fan “It’s a Roots hoodie, I think my ex got me it” she said showing it off.

As she did Arthur finally played his turn, looking to the monitor he was caught off guard by seeing her take off the hoodie.

A small bit of midriff showing as she stretched the piece of clothing off her body.

Just as soon as he turned to her a donation was made, the robotic voice speaking over the background lofi music

“Damn Arthur stop staring” instantly the man was pink. Y/n had finally gotten the hoodie off when she heard it and turned to her monitor

“I don’t mind you staring,” she said with a wink. “I’m sure you were just doing it to get a better look into my mind to try and figure out my next move. Nice try Mister.” The chat was far from convinced by this.

As the game went on, it ended in a draw. This both surprised the chat and had them spamming it with hearts. Multiple people saying how perfectly matched the two were.

A few rounds later and they continued to end up at a draw, that was until Arthur finally secured a win. It was light out when they began to stream, but now the sun had been long gone and replaced by a half crescent moon.

"Wow, it's already 1 in the morning." Y/n said, a yawn escaping her as she stretched. Arthur agreeing that the time flew by.

The chat had dwindled down to only a few hundred, all them more taking in the moment rather than actually chatting.

"I reckon we will need to do this again." He spoke to Y/n with a soft voice, a lot softer than usual.

"Definitely, maybe next time you could come over for it? I prefer sharing one camera." She posed, a small lie but if it meant he'd come over it was worth it.

"I'd like that," He said "Send me your address in the dms and we'll set that up." He answered before getting another donation.

"Oooo cue date noises." The robotic voice once again spoke, the two chuckling awkwardly.

"See you soon chat, and hopefully I'll be seeing you even sooner Arthur." Y/n said as he signed off. The two logging out but remaining on call.

"Good night Y/n, I had a really nice time today." A beat of silence before she responded.

"Good night Arthur, I did too." And with that the call had ended. Y/n felt a weight lift off her shoulders as she took a deep breath in.

"OH MY GOD HES COMING TO MY APARTMENT." She half screamed half groaned to herself. What did she do to herself.

[wanderingstories]

so guess who just watched death note

[an-internet-introvert]

Countdown to October 19th (10/19)

So Long London Apartment

[black-and-yellow]

Lost

(minus grain)

[andreilscat]

thinking about aaron carefully brushing katelyn's hair and then trying his best to braid it. she loves how he takes the task very seriously, and how gentle he is. a few strands are sticking out by the time he's done, but he made an effort and katelyn appreciates it so much. she takes his face between her hands and showeres it with kisses. they fall asleep holding each other tightly

[lemonlurkrr]

Its an odd thing to go “it’d be less effort to just draw catboy twi again than go looking through my blog to find the og post”

[asgardian--angels]

I feel like this is a good time to remind my followers of the full-circleness of it all; the 2001 Queen of the Damned film with rockstar Lestat featured songs composed by Jonathan Davis of Korn, my absolute favorite singer throughout my teenage years (and to this day, lbr). Before getting into IWTV I enjoyed those songs on their own, having no real idea of what they were supposed to be about. Now, we're getting actual rockstar Lestat, and looking back relistening to those nu metal rockstar Lestat songs, knowing that the singer that's been absolutely formative for me is singing from the pov of Lestat (and Akasha), a character that's become such a big part of my life as well.

it's just yet another way everything is connected and the world's smaller than you think.

Anyway if you haven't heard his original compositions for QOTD that he himself sings on the soundtrack, they're really, really good- System, Forsaken, Careless, Redeemer, Slept So Long, Not Meant For Me... give 'em a listen! He's done all of them live many years later too, and there's great recordings of those.

(the live version of Careless is truly extraordinary imo...)

[a-blip-of-billdip]

this isnt what i usually post on this blog but I'm already sick of all the memes and 'jokes'. I am almost certainly leaving the fandom for good now because of the book of bills release and NO it is not because billford's community has an influx of supporters.

So the worship and romanticization of asylums and other abusive practices for mental health have been steadily gaining traction in recent years, especially with the rise of tiktok's toxicity.

SO many people, especially younger people, regularly talk about how they want lobotomies or how women they don't like should be lobotomized. They get tattoos of lobotomy like it's some quirky fun thing and not one of the most horrific tortures someone can endure.

These same people, ESPECIALLY leftists, will look at anyone they disagree with or don't like and say "get institutionalized, loser" or "et therapy" and it's always in a mocking way. it's always in a policing way.

because these people know that mental wards strip everyone of their freedom and their bodily autonomy. they know these places arent for healing--theyre for silencing.

So the amount of people i see treating bill being institutionalized like a good thing---even the writers and alex himself?

Yeah. Im out ✌🏼

[39oa]

top line x supporting robo

DAL @ CGY (03.18.23) — after hitting the 40-goal mark and scoring the ot gwg in calgary following a small slump

SEA @ DAL (05.11.23) — during robo's 8-game post-season scoring drought, right before his 3-assist night against seattle

DAL @ VGK (05.27.23) — after robo's 5v5 break-out and 4 goals in 4 games in the vegas series

[ghost--girlfriend]

me playing dating sims btw. i literally cant resist a flirty bastard