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#Angel Reese
rhynehoward · 22 hours
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theereina · 21 days
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Angel Reese
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urbancompound · 24 days
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angel reese for VOGUE
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itszonez · 12 days
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ANGEL REESE | WNBA Draft (2024)
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4everbrookemarie · 8 months
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They…
penalized Simone Biles for being better
said Serena Williams looked like a man
applied different standards for Sha’Carri Richards
mocked Naomi Osaka about her mental health
excoriated Angel Reese for competitive taunting
All are BLACK women. All are CHAMPIONS despite the hate.
Well Behaved Women Rarely Make History
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doubleclutch · 1 year
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White America gone hate Angel Reese after tonight lol
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iminmypeace · 1 year
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afreauxheaux · 12 days
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With the 3rd and 7th picks in the 2024 WNBA draft the Chicago Sky select
↳ KAMILLA CARDOSO and ANGEL REESE
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obsessedwithshams · 6 days
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Paige with a reader on another team headcannons
Warnings: Suggestive (mdni), a bit of angst if you squint.
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If you win a game against her team expect yourself to be done for. She would fuck you so hard you wouldn't be able to play anymore.
If she wins a game against you, still expect yourself to be done for. She would make sure that if you were trying to be cocky during the game, you would see what cocky really is after the game.
If you do a cocky ass celebration like the one Angel did to Caitlin you'd be fucked so hard you wouldn't just not be able to walk she'd make sure you won't be able to feel your legs for a longggg time.
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If you were playing a game against another team, lost and needed support, you guys will be cuddling for hours, HOURS. She'd keep on reassuring you, saying you did nothing wrong and you did so well, just full-on praising you.
If she was playing a game against another team and lost, she'd act like she wouldn't care, but right when she sees you, she'll start balling her eyes out saying "why couldn't I do better" "im such a bad player" "it's all my fault" and you'd be reassuring because she's one of the best wbb players ever, duh.
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“All year, I was critiqued about who I was. I don’t fit the narrative. I’m too hood, I’m too ghetto. This is for the girls that looked like me. It was bigger than me tonight. I’m happy. I felt I helped grow women’s basketball.”
- Angel Reese @angelreese10
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rhynehoward · 11 hours
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©️ catalina fragoso
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odinsblog · 1 year
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Qwhite interesting. Just a suggestion, but maybe don’t taunt others if you don’t like being taunted?
Anyway,… anybody know who ended up actually winning that game? 😉
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If your ass ain’t parked on your couch on this fine Monday night, you’re lame.
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blueiight · 1 year
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bayou barbie & 4god
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itszonez · 24 days
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ANGEL REESE photographed by Myles Loftin | Vogue (2024)
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chaotic-toasters · 10 days
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Dumb Ref
Kate Martin x Reader (I write soccer fics... don't come at me if it sucks please🙏)
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"REF!" you yelled, tossing your hands up from your spot on the ground. "ARE YOU GONNA CALL THE FOUL OR NAH?"
The ref turned her head back in annoyance as play continued on. "Just because you keep falling over doesn't mean it's a foul, Y/L/N!"
A growl rumbled in the back of your throat. You shot to your feet, smacking the ball away as it left the LSU player's hand. "RAAHHH!"
You chucked the ball to Caitlin who made an easy layup, rolling your eyes at the way the Iowa bench was unsuccessfully trying to stifle their laughter.
As you ran back, the player you were defending mistakenly stuck out her foot ever-so-slightly, and, to your aggravation, you tripped.
"REEEEEF!" you yelled, practically shattering everyone's eardrums to the point all the courtside microphones picked it up. "SHE FLIPPIN' TRIPPED ME! CALL THE FOUL, GODDAMNIT!"
The ref blew her whistle, glaring at you before touching her right hand to her right shoulder and letting her arm fall to her side.
Your jaw dropped as you scrambled to your feet. "HOW IS THAT A FLOP?! ARE YOU DUMB?"
You were tackled to the floor before you could even take a step. "SYDNEY! GET OFFA ME YOU FU—"
A hand was slapped over your mouth.
"Don't!" Kate scolded, your girlfriend's hand remaining strong. "Don't say it."
Sydney only let you up once you stopped squirming, a look of utter annoyance on your face. "I hate all of you. Literally every single one of you."
As play started up again, you became more aggressive, throwing more shoulder into it than you had earlier on in the game, getting more steals, blocking more shots. And of course, that was when the ref started paying attention.
You had slightly knocked Angel Reese with your shoulder, successfully stealing the ball after a double team with Caitlin, when the ref had decided she didn't like that and blown the whistle.
You backflipped, chucking the ball to Narnia, fists clenched as you stalked over to the dumb woman wearing black and white stripes. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING M— YOU CAN'T EJECT ME FOR THAT YOU BI—" you stopped short when you spotted Kate giving you the I'm-not-mad,-just-disappointed girlfriend look. "YOU BIIIIII... you biii... YOU BIRD! THIS IS ONLY MY FOURTH PERSONAL! LEARN TO COUNT!"
You could hear Coach Bluder facepalm behind you.
"No," the ref scoffed. "One on Reese in the first quarter, one on Johnson in the second, and two on Poa and another one on Reese this quarter."
"Yeah! That's four!" You snapped, counting on your fingers. "Reese, Johnson, Poa, Ree—"
You stopped short. "Reese, Reese, Johnson, Poa, Poa—wait—"
Kate held in a laugh, grabbing you by the shoulders and pushing you gently off the court since you were still busy trying to count. "Come on, baby, off you go."
You blinked rapidly as Coach Bluder took Kate's place, guiding you to the bench with an amused but equally unamused sigh. "Sit down, Y/N."
As soon as she returned to her previous spot on the sidelines, you snapped out of it. "Dumb ref!"
Her head snapped back like a slingshot. "What did you say?"
You jumped to your feet, ready to deck her, only for Molly to deck you, lightly but effectively kicking you in the back of the knee with her foot. You practically crumpled, nearly hitting your head on the back of your seat had it not been for one of your other teammates sticking their hand out. "Ow!"
"Sit your ass down," Molly scolded. "Stop antagonizing her!"
"She's antagonizing me!" You whined, holding the back of your knee as you hauled yourself up onto your chair. "She's the one being a—"
"HEY!" Kate shouted from half court, hands in her hips as LSU prepared to dribble down the court. "NOT ANOTHER WORD, MISSY, OR YOU CAN COOK YOUR OWN DINNER FOR THE NEXT WEEK!"
You jolted, sitting up ramrod straight, frantically shaking your head at the threat.
Kylie snorted. "Really? That's all it took for you to shut up? Your girlfriend yelling at you?"
You scowled, but said nothing.
"You're so whipped."
"I am not whipped!" You screeched, shoving her off her seat before standing on yours and preparing to perform an elbow drop.
"HEY! STOP THAT!" Kate's voice was so commanding that everybody on the court froze momentarily. "KYLIE! Y/N! BEHAVE!"
You both scrambled to return to your seats, staring straight ahead with matching looks of terror on your faces.
Kate shook her head as everyone on the court snapped back into action. "LITERAL CHILDREN!"
You stuck out your tongue.
"SEE?"
I should stick to soccer fics
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