#Love & Basketball

[maturelovemature]

#maturewife #mature woman #maturemodel #beautiful mature #maturesexy #mature wives #mature pantyhose #legs and heels #mature big ass #platform heels #saggy breasts #great breasts #giant breasts #lovely breasts #beautiful women #sexy breast #basketball #huge natural breasts #gigantic breasts #perfect breast #massive breasts

[cagenerals]

Love & Basketball: A Black Excellence Classic by AR

1st Quarter: “All is fair in love and basketball, right?” It’s 1981 in L.A. Monica Wright (Sanaa Lathan) and Quincy McCall (Omar Epps) are two childhood sweethearts who both want to be in the NBA. Quincy’s dad is Zeke McCall (Dennis Haysbert) who plays for the Los Angeles Clippers. He is a natural talent born pro. Monica has to work hard to prove herself with a stay at home mom/wife who wants her to be ladylike.

2nd quarter: Now it’s 1988 and their love-hate relationship lasts until high school with Monicas’ edge and Quincy’s top-dog attitude. On prom night, the soon to become couple shows their true feelings after they revealed they’ll be going to the same college, USC. They celebrated with a kiss, finally showing the passion between the two. Quincy took Monica’s virginity.

3rd quarter: Both managing themselves as athletes, students and as a couple, Quincy instantly finds success of the court. Monica struggles for playing time behind senior guard Sidra, having run-in with her head coach. Monica and Quincy’s relationship grows apart more as they deal with the reality of two different lifestyles. Monica finally earns point guard at the end of the season. When Quincy finds out his dad lied to him about cheating on his mom, he goes to Monica for comfort. But that means she would have to miss her curfew and she didn’t want to mess up her opportunity. She denied him. He cheated on her. They exchanged some words and broke up.

4th quarter: It’s now 1993. The two have strived through their careers both playing as professional basketball players. After Monica’s last championship game playing for an international Woman’s basketball team in Barcelona, she realizes that basketball doesn’t make her happy anymore. Quincy, who left USC after the breakup, has now been in the the NBA for 5 years. He is now engaged and tore his ACL at his championship game. Monica, hearing about the bad news, flies home to see him. The two are lost for words. When they see other, they are in awe of how much they missed each other. But they didn’t want to say it out loud. Monica ends up getting a little uncomfortable when she meets Quincy’s fiancé. Monica goes home and starts arguing with her mom over her resentments. Her mom felt as if she had to give up her dreams after having children and she resents Monica for not appreciating the sacrifices she made for our family. Monica felt as if her mom never made her feel loved and accepted because she kept trying to force her to give up on her goals for a stereotypical woman's role in life that she didn’t care for. 

Quincy’s wedding in two weeks and Monica’s mom sees that she’s a little upset about the good news so she tells her to go fight for her man back and continue her career. Monica challenges Quincy in a one-on-one game for his heart. He ends up winning, meaning he’ll get married to his fiancé. But instead, he chooses Monica. At the end, it is 1998 and Quincy, her husband, and their daughter, are cheering for their mom who plays for the new WNBA.

Directed by Gina Prince-Bythewood, produced by Spike Lee and Sam Kite, this Black excellence classic was realized on April 21, 2000. The acting quality was amazing. Today’s movies no shade would never compare. These talented actors made you live that movie with them as if you were really in their shoes. As if there was really a Monica Wright and Quincy McCall. The soundtrack was phenomenal with some of the greatest artists of all time including Rafael Saddiq, Angie Stone, Zapp and Steve Silk. Hurley also included some songs from MC Lyte, Al Green, Rufus and the famous -- rest her soul -- Aaliyah...as well as many more talented artists. The ratings of this film blew the roof. Fans loved it. Celebrities loved it. It’s a classic. If you don’t like this movie... you’re clearly a hater!

I love this movie so much because it just shows you how you can do anything you put your mind to. The character, Monica, is so passionate about everything she does so she comes off as an emotional wreck when she really just wants to be accepted for who she is. She made it to the top from scratch -- no handouts. Moral of her story: it’s okay to be yourself. Quincy’s ego in the movie is just like some of our male Black fellas in the world and not saying it’s bad to be spoon-fed but his situation in the outcome humbled him to learn that he needs to be there for her just as much as she was there for him. And the big moral of the story is about empowering Black love. The fairytale of falling in love with your childhood best friend.

#love basketball

[trvlytylar]

#trvlytylar #by amacieforever #love #love jones #love & basketball #brown sugar

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

#love #dating #relationships #basketball #sports #twitter #meme #memes #tweets #tweet #funny #lol #humor

[forestmossling]

reporter @ an accomplished rockstar!eddie’s boyfriend, steve harrington, a middle-school teacher in a dorky sweater vest: how does it feel dating somebody who’s waaay out of your league?

eddie, pushing himself in front of the camera: amazing, i never thought i’d be this happy

inspired by @singswan-springswan’s meme

#and eddie rambling on every interview about how steve was SO popular in high school #and was also a SWIM TEAM CAPTAIN and a BASKETBALL TEAM CAPTAIN #can you IMAGINE?? #and eddie was just some loser with an unatainable crush #meanwhile steve listens to this with an exhausted sigh and is just like #baby can you not maybe?? #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #get steve harrington to be loved and appreciated agenda #stranger things memes #steddie memes #rockstar eddie munson #teacher steve harrington

[odinsblog]

1993: Chicago Bulls fan Don Calhoun makes a 75 foot shot that wins him $1 million dollars. (source)

The insurance company that was required to make the payoff, American Hole 'N One Inc, voided the payment when they discovered that three years earlier, Calhoun played basketball for a junior college (a fact he disclosed and the Bulls did not have an issue with), and said it was a violation of the rules. Fortunately, the sponsors of the event and the Chicago Bulls pledged to cover the prize if the insurance company would not. As a result, Calhoun got $50,000 a year over the next 20 years.

One lasting impact was that Mr. Calhoun was able to use the winnings to help his son, Dr. Clarence Calhoun II, go to medical school.

#the calhoun shot #basketball #🏀 #don calhoun #chicago bulls #you love to see it #insurance companies

[baskeigh-ball]

Leonardo's off-handed assignment for Donnie to be the referee may have been taken more seriously than intended

they're gonna have to pry this power trip from his cold dead hands

(i promise I'll get back to regular AU stuff but this competition has been so fun to think about ever since it became an interdimensional basketball tournament lmao)

@tmntaucompetition

#this just in: local rottmnt fan-artist can't draw aviators #poor whistle being the scapegoat #but tbf donnie's not wrong- the whistle absolutely was fouling him for being a fashion disaster #seriously leo i love u my man but ya gotta ditch the goggles #basketball saga #rottmnt #mutant manhunt au #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leo #rottmnt fanart #my art

[rillette]

recolored an old jason sketch 👍

#jason todd #basketball #saw the old version and went u know what i could do more to this so i did #i still think he should retire to conneticut and become an artisanal woodworker #i saw my uncle at a family function not too long ago and he showed me his woodworking pieces they were so good u guys. #anyways i think jason would love woodworking and carpentry #i know in my soul that mf watched holmes on homes as an impressionable child. and how its made never forget how its made and mythbusters.

[pelcrow]

i forgot how much i love Simon oops

#sketches #adventure time #simon petrikov #fionna and cake #adventure time fanart #I KNOW THIS IS SO PREDICTABLE I KNOW I LOVE THE TRAGIC OLD MAN #i want to slam dunk him in a basketball hoop

[loveinhawkins]

The Championship Game of 1985 is only a quarter of the way done, and Eddie is already certain that it’s not going to be a Hawkins victory.

It kinda blows, honestly. It’s boring, like correctly guessing the ending of a movie five minutes in.

And yeah, sue him, maybe high school basketball is a legitimate source of entertainment—he can admit that in the safety of his own head, at least.

Take, for example, the first game of the ‘83 tournament, when a timeout was called with only seconds remaining: the Tigers’ last hope of winning was to miraculously sink a shot with the fraction of time they had left. The tension in the air was palpable as the team formed a huddle—Eddie couldn’t hear anything apart from students chanting, but he stood on his tiptoes and found a gap in the crowd, just in time to read Steve Harrington’s lips: “I’ll make it.”

And he had—with a goddamn stunning full-court jump shot, too, the ball falling through the net just before the buzzer sounded.

Like, come on. Eddie would only admit it under pain of death, but that definitely rivals the intensity of any worthy campaign.

But he can see none of that excitement now. The Tigers have had few opportunities to even get the ball, and whenever they do, Billy Hargrove seems to have taken it upon himself to hog the damn thing, like it’s a symbol of his masculinity.

Of course, he loses the ball—again—and his nostrils flare with anger.

Maybe that’s why Eddie notices it. He’s checked out of paying attention to the game itself, instead focusing on the jaded expressions of Hargrove’s teammates.

As the ball makes its way down center court, Eddie’s eyes are instead drawn to Steve Harrington. He looks pissed, wiping sweat off his forehead and shouting what looks like some pretty choice words at Hargrove’s back.

Hargrove doesn’t seem to acknowledge it, but for just a moment he goes completely still, and all Eddie can think is danger.

It’s covert, the way it’s all done. Hargrove’s move is quick and calculated; he steps far enough away afterwards that it looks like the whole thing is the fault of a rival player.

But Eddie sees the subtle shove. Sees Steve lose his footing.

He goes down hard.

Winces ripple through the audience. Eddie hears Robin Buckley from band suck air through her teeth, then ramble, “Shit, do you think it’s really bad? Beth Wildfire, on my soccer team, her bone, like, came out of her whole knee, you could see it, must’ve been six inches—”

It doesn’t look like anything as gory as that has happened; Steve is already up, and from the redness of his face, it initially seems as if the only thing that’s been hurt is his pride.

But as Eddie sidles to the end of the front row, within earshot of the bench, he sees that Steve can’t put his weight on one ankle, sees the telling way he grits his teeth while speaking.

“I can keep going,” he says, even as Jason Carver’s getting pulled up to replace him.

The coach barely spares Steve a glance, clapping Carver on the shoulder as he jogs onto the court.

“Get someone to take you over to the nurse.”

Steve’s spine goes rigid. “But I can—”

“Look, I don’t have time for this.” The coach finally looks at Steve directly, pointing a stern finger at his chest. “You’re benched, Harrington.”

Steve visibly deflates. He opens his mouth, but no words come out, and then he glances to the side, as if suddenly aware that he’s drawing attention to himself.

This time, when his teeth clench, Eddie thinks that it’s more from embarrassment than pain.

“Whatever,” Steve mutters, and he limps out of the hall—close enough that he clips Eddie by the shoulder as he goes.

Eddie doesn’t know that he’s made a decision until he’s already moving, stepping to the side.

He turns and heads for the exit.

There’s a jeering call from the bench: Mark Lewinsky.

“Aw, what are you gonna do, Munson? Nurse him back to health?”

Obscene moaning noises, punctuated with laughter.

Eddie rolls his eyes.

He finds Steve in the corridor, bracing himself with a hand against the wall. There’s a couple of pictures on the floor, class photos taken for the yearbook that had been pinned up; Steve must have inadvertently torn them down as he grappled for balance.

“Go away, Munson,” he says without looking. “Go back to the game.”

“I’ve kinda lost interest,” Eddie says lightly. He manages to watch Steve take one painful step before he simply can’t do it anymore—stepping forward, he says, “Christ, Harrington, here.”

Steve jolts away from his hand. “Fuck off, I don’t need—”

“Well, fuck you too, then,” Eddie snaps. Something’s burning in his chest, a sudden and fierce hurt. “Jesus Christ. You know what I am isn’t fucking catching, right?”

He shocks himself by saying it.

In the silence that follows all he can think is that, for once, his dad was right: he never did learn how to shut his damn mouth.

Steve’s staring at him, pressing his back against the wall like it’s the one thing keeping him upright.

“That’s—that’s not why—” He breaks off, looks completely lost.

Somewhere within Eddie’s own mortification, he takes pity on him.

He sniffs, tries to act nonchalant. “Don’t hurt yourself, man.”

“No, I—I didn’t mean…” Steve sighs. “I’m sorry. That’s not—I just meant—” He pushes off from the wall again, wobbles until his hand finds purchase. “Just meant I can do it myself.”

Eddie feels his heart rate slow. He tilts his head. Re-examines Steve’s posture: the set to his jaw, the pained determination.

Years ago, Eddie broke his wrist at the fair, thanks to an awkward crash while on the bumper cars. It was the first summer that staying at Wayne’s had become a permanent thing, and Eddie had hidden his wrist beneath the folds of his too-large leather jacket, but Wayne met him off the ride and immediately noticed (“Chrissake, Ed. I’m not mad, kid. Just… lemme help you?”).

Eddie tried to stay silent as he got wrapped into a splint, because anything else felt like admitting to something.

Felt shameful.

“Yeah, you can,” Eddie says, shrugging. He pauses. Takes a chance. “Doesn’t mean you have to, though.”

He moves forward again—slower this time. Offers his hand.

Steve takes it.

“For the record,” he says, grunting as he shifts his weight, “I could’ve kept playing. Like, I’ve had worse.”

Yeah, Eddie thinks, you sure have.

Steve clearly hasn’t sensed that Eddie’s thoughts have gone to how messed up his face was last winter, because he keeps talking.

“Anyway. My own damn fault.” A rueful grin. “Didn’t plant my feet.”

“Don’t,” Eddie says. “You don’t have to… I saw. I saw Hargrove, man.”

Steve scoffs quietly. “Yeah, of course you did.”

“Shit, Harrington, way to make me sound like a stalker.”

“No, it’s just—” Steve shakes his head. “Just typical, that’s all. Remember when the fire alarm went off, last spring? You were the only one who noticed Debbie Lyons was missing.”

“Uh, so?”

Steve smiles. “So… you notice things.”

Eddie doesn’t know what to say.

But he gives it a try as they round another corner.

“What the fuck is Hargrove’s problem with you, dude?”

Steve chuckles wryly. “I’m really annoying.”

“Yeah, fair enough,” Eddie says, grinning when Steve manages to elbow him in the ribs. “But not, like, ‘intentionally injure’ levels of annoying. He threw the game, too.”

“Huh?”

Eddie fixes Steve with a pointed look. “Took out one of our best players.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but still looks undeniably pleased. “Shuddup.” He sobers in the space of taking another step and says, “With Hargrove, it’s… there’s bigger things than basketball, y’know?”

Eddie hears the just drop it underneath what’s spoken. He nods.

They’re almost at the nurse’s office when Steve sighs. “S’not exactly how I pictured it.”

“Hmm?”

“My last game.” Steve winces slightly as they inch closer to the door; Eddie tries to take more of his weight. “Had it in my head that I’d win, go out on a high.”

Eddie’s staring down the prospect of repeating senior year again—he knows all about having ideas in your head that don’t quite pan out.

“Life isn’t like a movie, Harrington,” he says.

It comes out perhaps more fond than he intended.

For some reason, Steve starts laughing like he’s heard something downright hilarious. “Yeah, gonna have to agree to disagree on that one, Munson.”

In the nurse’s office, they find out Steve’s probably got a bad sprain rather than a fracture (“See? I totally could’ve kept playing,” Steve insists), but that he should get it checked out at the hospital, just in case.

Ice pack in one hand, Steve makes a call on the office phone, with what sounds like a morbidly curious teen on the other end: “No, dude, there’s no blood—can you be normal for, like, two seconds and put your mom on? Thank you.”

As Steve hangs up, Eddie is very aware that the right time to leave was probably five minutes ago.

He stays put.

“This was supposed to be my last game, too,” he says.

“Was?”

Eddie clicks his tongue. “Well. S’not confirmed yet, haven’t had my last test results back. But uh, it’s kinda like the game.” He nods in the direction that they came, towards the basketball court. “I already know which way it’s gonna go.”

There’s no judgement in Steve’s eyes. “Sorry. Must’ve been boring to watch.”

Eddie smiles. “Nah, you’re good.”

He doesn’t say that, in his eyes, Steve’s single-handedly given the school almost all of its memorable basketball moments. That his secret favourite one isn’t even a Tigers victory: there was a game when Steve was poised to take the winning shot, and a kid from Connersville fainted.

In the few seconds of confusion, Steve could’ve still taken the shot. He could’ve won.

But as soon as he realised what was going on, he refused to.

To Eddie, that says more about him than any triumph ever could.

The phone rings again; the nurse is letting a Mrs Henderson in at the front of the school to pick up Steve.

“Guess that’s my cue,” Eddie says, because there’s only so many people allowed in the office at one time.

“See you, Munson. Um, thanks, by the way. Hope next year’s championship is, uh, better.”

There’s something in the way he says it, like even while still in the building, he’s drifting away, high school in his rear view mirror.

Oh, Eddie thinks wistfully, you’re already halfway outta here, aren’t you?

Goddamnit. I might actually miss you, Steve Harrington. You and your stupid hair.

“Hmm, can’t see myself going to watch next year.”

“Oh, yeah? How come?”

Eddie lingers in the doorway. Maybe it’s the fact that in a few weeks they’re never gonna see each other again. Maybe that helps him say it. Makes him a little braver.

He’s never learned to shut his damn mouth.

“My favourite player’s leaving,” he says.

And sure, he leaves barely a second later; he’s not that brave.

But he stays just long enough to catch Steve’s smile: startled, pleased, and perhaps just a little shy—like he’s made the winning shot after all.

#i just love the thought that Eddie used to secretly enjoy basketball ‘for some reason’ ❤️ #pre steddie #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #implied homophobia

[maturelovemature]

#maturewife #mature woman #maturemodel #maturesexy #beautiful mature #mature wives #mature pantyhose #legs and heels #mature big ass #platform heels #massive breasts #mature beauty #gigantic breasts #saggy breasts #great breasts #giant breasts #lovely breasts #beautiful women #sexy breast #basketball #perfect breast #hot breast #mature breasts #huge natural breasts

[kucho04]

Art trade for @wannabe-cartoonist-blog ❤️ Also happy birthday to Kuroko <3

#kuroko tetsuya #kagami taiga #kagakuro #kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #its them #my first kagakuro guys we should celebrate #I love kagakuro by the way I just don't talk about it too often #please imagine kuroko hugging kagami from behind

[gelatinzz]

pi ,, thumbs up. i love pi actually, what a creature, what a silly. go watch the pi day jacknjwllify video NOW

#bfdi #bfb #bfdi fanart #bfb gelatin #bfb fanart #bfb golf ball #bfb basketball #xfohv #pi day #I LOVE PI !!! #you can interpret this however you want idcc

[your-bestamericangirl]

Midnight Love - Prologue.

Paige Bueckers x Uconnwbb!Reader

next: 1 - See you again. || masterlist

Anyone would have sold their soul to be (Y/n) (L/n) in 2020.

Her senior year of high school, (Y/n) led her team to their first State Championship in over a decade. The whistle blew at the end of double overtime, and she walked off the court with a triple-double, along with her career-high of 41 points. 

But looking at the scoreboard, she was two points behind, one shot behind, and in second place. 

(Y/n) wouldn’t settle for less than first place in anything. 

It's not that she was competitive, just that she had so much to prove, that which came second hand with always getting first place.

The day after their loss, (Y/n) was listed behind Paige Bueckers in second place among the class of 2020 high school recruits. 

_______________________________

ESPN - May 5th, 2023

The recent news of (Y/n) (L/n)'s decision to enter the transfer portal in the NCAA women's basketball has sent shockwaves through the sports community. (L/n), a standout student-athlete, captured the hearts of fans nationwide with her remarkable performance in last season's March Madness. Despite her exceptional talent and single-handed efforts, her team fell short in the Elite Eight against UConn Women's Basketball, marking a bitter end to their journey. Now, with (L/n) poised to switch schools, anticipation mounts as enthusiasts eagerly await her next move, wondering how her departure will reshape the landscape of collegiate basketball.

_______________________________

The concrete beneath her soles wouldn’t give her a break. The endless scraping and crunching was enough to drive (Y/n) mad. 

This situation wasn’t the best. As of now, her junior year is over. Currently, she has no home court, except for the one in the alley behind her house. 

Who would’ve thought she would end up like this?

This off-season surpassed her last as the worst time of her life. But that’s being dramatic, (Y/n) had been through things much more trivial than playing basketball on a double-rimmed-no-net alley-way hoop. I mean, at least she hasn’t torn her ACL again (don’t worry, that isn’t foreshadowing).

At this moment, everyone was wondering: where the fuck is (Y/n) (L/n) going to play for her senior year? But (Y/n) wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of knowing.

It was an interesting choice, and to be completely honest, no one saw it coming. 

She wanted greatness. To win was to be the best. She would be the best.

But to do that, (Y/n) would have to play alongside the best.

In this day and age “the best” had been a person. Paige Bueckers. Her high school career had to be one of the most impressive of her time. Unfortunately for her injury, Paige wasn’t currently in the run for that title. Who better than (Y/n) to take it up for her on her team instead? Though it wouldn’t turn out that way, (Y/n) would at least fight for it.

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ESPN : (Y/n) (L/n) Makes a Power Move: Joins UConn Huskies

In a stunning turn of events, (Y/n) (L/n), the dynamic force who propelled her team to the cusp of victory in last season's March Madness, has announced her decision to transfer to the renowned UConn Huskies for her senior year.

(L/n)'s electrifying performances on the court have long been the talk of the basketball world, showcasing a blend of skill, formidable defensive IQ, and raw talent that few can match. Despite her team's heartbreaking loss against UConn Women's Basketball in the Elite Eight, (L/n)'s star continued to rise, drawing admiration and attention from fans and pundits alike.

For (L/n), the decision to join UConn represents an opportunity to challenge herself at the highest level of collegiate competition and pursue her dreams of achieving greatness within the world of women's basketball. With the support of her teammates and coaching staff, she is ready to embrace the challenges and opportunities that lie ahead in her senior year.

As the countdown to the upcoming season begins, all eyes will be on (L/n) and her UConn teammates as they aim to solidify their place as one of the most dominant forces in women's college basketball. With (L/n)'s addition to the lineup, the future looks brighter than ever for the UConn Huskies, and fans eagerly await the electrifying moments that lie ahead on the court.

a/n: Okay so that's sorta like a prologue to this fic. So originally, I wrote this with my oc, but i feel like it would come across better on here as an reader insert so yeah. Yes the title is named after the mitski song and yes that does mean I will add some poc elements to this fic. Doesn't mean if you aren't a poc you won't relate to as many things but like yeah im making paige and readers relationship inspired from that song.

ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU LIKE IT lmk if you have any suggestions like plot wise or writing wise its been a while...

#paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers headcannon #paige bueckers #wlw fic #wlw #wlw post #uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball #midnight love

[4everbrookemarie]

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

#Simone biles #serena Williams #shacarri richardson #Naomi Osaka #Angel #Angel Reese #black women #champions #we the best #gymnastics #tennis #track #basketball #queens #I love us #winners #bgr #bgm #black girls rule #black girl magic

[ramshacklerumble]

i'm not saying i have favs...but i have favs.

#ace trappola #floyd leech #i love them both but floyd's face is such fun to draw #they plague my thoughts #thank you to whoever decided to throw them both in the basketball club i get free fanart of them together #gar's art #oathofoaks #twst #twisted wonderland #twst fanart