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nba pro larper jk my teams supposed to be the heat but i rlly like devo n barron 18

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Intro 4 now

Eight / Ate 2008 [ 18 ] ,, fl glazer ,, they / she / it / idgaf ,, I AM BLACK!!!! likes san antonio spurs & the philadelphia 76ers, in the W atlanta dream, in upshot league the Jacksonville Waves. my favorite players are devin vassell, labaron philon jr, bilal coulibaly, angel reese, [ yes i am a bandwagon(watched sas in 23 but nba 24 season i was NOT watching :D) but ive been watching the nba all my life casually ] other sports / teams ; wpbl - all 4 of dem [ thaima maximilliana!! ] mlb - tba... nfl - jacksonville jaguars [ bowl 27 trust ] cbb - alabama, fsu cfb - alabama. fsu football / soccer ; orlando city [ mls ], man city & arsenal [ premier league ] la liga [ real madrid ], uswnt [ lowk not the mens], i like marquinhos and marcello

dni gator fans thats it plsplsps gainsville get away from me you haunt my daily waking fuck i hate the ghators i hate thegatorsihagrethegators

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jalen brunson prose no warnings

His body was riddled with reminders. Like sticky note after sticky note. Plastered onto his arms, his legs, his feet, never his hands. His torso was the scarcest. 

His body stayed a lighthouse on a shore. A warning to the boats about to beach. Wind up with holes on their body. Their crew thrown ashore. Had it not been for the Captain, himself. 

He wonders if that's all he’ll ever be. A captain to a rotting lighthouse. 

Will construction ever come to save his home. His littered, moldy, seamless body.

His mind felt like a powerhouse, too shackled back by this body. He wanted to rip away and start anew. He detested the reminders, spat at the sight of them. 

Will gentle hands ever grant his rough skin a chance, ever? Will eyes ever adore him like he adored others. Will he be given a chance despite his past, despite the fact he was built on unstable ground, spit between bricks.

Slammed together and told to stand it. Or fall. 

How could he be given this choice when to fall was never an answer to him. Was never his fate.His fate was to withstand for the millenia. 

To stand tall amongst his surroundings, to fight to stand tall. To slap the bricks that fell back into place, using his tears when his mouth ran dry from excess spitting. To wipe at his mouth as he settled back to watch the boats come and go. Waves arguing over which to beach and which not to. 

X marked the spot. And the spot were his joints.

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stephon castle ficlet [?] cause i got bored cw uhh idk? internalised homophobia? did i just use an s even tho im american? yes.

There was something intimate about the sport of basketball. A brotherly platonic faultless turmoil. A queerness to them all. 

It was never merely about the sport, the multinous work put into making each other better. The intimate understanding of another’s skillset, body, mind. 

To go hang out at his house, alone. And to talk about anything but basketball. To memorize how many crinkles that his smile paints across his face. 

Stephon knew this was immoral, intimately. Down to the sole of his feet, cold shock firing through them ever so often.

He lived it that frightful truth everyday, intimately. Stepped with the knowledge, his head hung low.

Every other second when the oxygen filled his lungs, it was intimate. A drum he felt under his heart, a quiet knowing. Knowing that he was alive.

They were. Close? Closer than close. Unbearably close. A fire set aflame under his worn thin dermis.

Few words left to linger upon their tongues. A scorn so evident, he’d be obtuse to confound it into something it simply was not. The whispers that emboldened his ears to listen, the thundering demanding necessity to empathize with their minds confidentially.

The high fives, the bold declarations, illustrated in such a laboriously kindred way to rouse them to obnoxious blindful pride.

To enlighten his path forward. The jumanji jungle opens their dusted overgrown gates, the torches ablazing on either side. Animals fleeing to their natural sanctuary.

He did not feel natural. He did not want to leave from his immobilized orientation. His body wanted nothing more than to stay in this little reverie.

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only the goats wear #5

[premunitions]

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lil wemsell[?] sketch

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for the king of ny

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Dust the light off your shoulders

Devin Vassell / Jalen Brunson

You’ll have to imagine a world where the tradition of the NBA is the captain of the winning team gets to pick a player from the losing team for a “I’m the champion” blowjob.

Devin offers himself in Victor’s place.

This may have lap dances and hair pulling and sex but, crucially, it has longing.

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HELP

[congratsjalen]

something about homoerotic interviews

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tumblr has the least toxic nba fan base ever all you’ll see is fanfics and ship fanart

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crazy how fast life goes bro, a twar sgo i was wtaching barron on ryqn wolliams streameacting to thomas sorber getting to play with sga and now hes in the nba bru hes like a dear friend

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nba fan moots PLEASE hi 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

comment ur team and fav player !!!

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LABARON PHILON A 76ER

sum quick for the rookie wishing him a fantastic rookie year no matter what hes my roty fuck ya talmbout

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BARRON ON TT LIVE WITH HOLLYWOOODDDD i love my bama duo bruu

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devin vassell coaches stephon castle 12/31/25