Highlights of the Steph Curry Rolling Stone Magazine Article
The article covered a lot of ground and I wanted to highlight some of my favorite bits
Steph was a goody two shoes. No one is surprised
Steph is locked in for next season 😌
Kaleidoscope eyes, absolutely. This guy gets it
Steph is already a better role model, he 100% should be more influential than mj
What the f*ck are they gonna say now?! So true Obama, so true
Imagining president Barack Obama sitting on his couch cheering for the warriors just like us and then being like “oh I will call and congratulate my friend” very much not just like us
Steph using his influence and platform to spread Covid-19 awareness 😌 we love to see it.
If only Wiggins had tuned in as well
Steph said f*ck trump and he was so right for that
Athletes grow up in the public eye and for the most party do a fairly good job navigating the political landscape
Steph gotta be one of the most well adjusted players in the entire league. Props to him and his therapist
Would have liked to see a stronger position from him here. To me it sounds like he is pro choice but just doesn’t want to call it that.
He’s right. U.S. democracy is under attack and a proportionate response is the bare minimum of what we need at this point
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I’m thinking about older bf Simon in some grey sweatpants after shower. Smelling nice and clean, warm and cosy on the couch. And the print of his flaccid cock is visible through the sweatpants 😵💫
fuuuuuck FUCK fresh and clean simon about to make me ACT UP 🫶🏼
it was standard for your older bf!simon to shower with the bathroom door open.
you’d queried it, leaning in the door frame watching him struggle to fit under the shower head, slightly obscured by the condensation on the glass.
“need t’keep an ear out, can’t hear y’when it’s shut”
and you never questioned it again. it was filed away with simon’s hatred for noise cancelling headphones and sleeping when you were awake.
it goes hand in hand with “i always know where you are”
so simon showers with the bathroom door open and you don’t complain.
hard to, when you can lay back on your bed and smell the wafting steam with his body wash hinted in it.
when you can turn your head and catch glimpses of the way the water ricochets off his toned body.
when it’s also an open invitation, if you ever wished to join him- he’d welcome you with open arms.
but it also meant, when you were on the couch watching something mindless- you could hear the water shutting off. knowing it meant that any minute-
simon enters the living room with water still dripping off the ends of his cropped hair. bare chested and glistening a little from a rough towel dry.
his hands are still pulling up his sweatpants, grey- the soft ones that feel nice under your cheek when your head is in his lap.
you can tell he’s not got anything under them, you can tell by the visible print that sits just over his left thigh. the one you’re trying your damndest not to fixate on.
simon slots in next to you on the couch, wrapping you up in his arms so you’re pressed to his chest. he smells like adidas after-sport, citrus and musk and inherently man.
you could bury your face in him.
he’s warm, relaxed, content and it’s the moment where you’re melting into one another a little- fitting perfectly together.
“we’re not watching this rubbish”
he breaks the comfortable silence, reaching over you for the remote- he’s been really into cooking shows lately.
and you’re just really into him, letting him commandeer the tv so he can catch up on his kitchen nightmares.
you think you fall asleep to the dulcet tones of gordon ramsay, but it’s probably more the heartbeat under your ear and the firm hand tracing circles on your back.
that’ll do it.
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