#boy loves his football

[ultrakdramamama]

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[inoreuct]

punkflower where hobie loves the morales family, loves how they’re becoming HIS family.

still, the first time jeff calls him “son”, he has such a visceral reaction.

he knows it’s coming from a good place and he knows he should be touched, but he’s only ever been called son in a condescending way. in a “know your place beneath me and stay in it” way. he feels so sick all of a sudden, nausea roiling in his gut, and his knee bangs against the underside of the table as he screeches his chair back and mutters a shaky “’scuse me”.

he hears rio’s concerned call of his name, sees the confusion and dread on jeff’s face right before he turns and leaves. he doesn’t stop until he’s up on the roof, ducking into the bottom of the water tower and collapsing into a corner.

stupid. it’s so stupid, and it pisses him off how tears are burning down his cheeks.

hobie scrubs them away with the back of his wrist even as he hears the door to the roof creak open, hears the familiar gait that he knows belongs to miles. he keeps his face turned away as his boyfriend appears in his line of sight, stepping gingerly like if he moved too fast hobie would break.

the punk sniffs angrily, the spikes on his cuff poking his cheek as he wipes his tears again. a hand brushes his against the ground as miles sits down beside him, close enough to touch but not quite.

he waits. for miles to say something, anything; to ask for an explanation, or offer words of comfort that will ultimately only make him feel worse.

in the end, it’s him that breaks the silence.

“i’m sorry,” he offers, and cringes. his voice is thick like rusted metal, scratchy in his throat. it’s scraping up against old wounds that never really healed, pulling at scabs to draw fresh blood, and it stings. “m’sorry, i just— he’s—” it feels damning to even say these words, but it’s the truth, and hobie’s never been a good liar.

doesn’t mean it’s not eating him alive, though.

“he’s still a cop, miles,” he chokes out, guilt winching around his lungs like a parasite, “and the last time a cop called me son—” hobie’s breath shudders out of his lungs as miles crawls into his space, ducking his head beneath hobie’s arm to press the punk’s face to his chest.

“i know,” miles murmurs, wrapping his fingers around hobie’s nape as hobie scrunches a desperate fist into the back of his shirt. “i know. i understand.”

hobie doesn’t think he really does, but that’s okay. if hobie has any say in it, miles will never have to go through what he did and understand what it’s like.

his voice is meek as he asks, “are they mad?”

“‘course not.” miles clicks his tongue, gently admonishing, like it’s a fact hobie should know by now; his fingers trace gentle circles into hobie’s skin. “just worried. hope you know my mama’s gonna feed you thrice the usual serving of tres leches when we get back.”

that gets a chuckle out of him at least, but the look on jeff’s face still haunts him, burned front and centre into his mind’s eye like an afterimage. “and your dad?” he feels miles go still, doesn’t resist as his boyfriend pulls back to look hobie in the eye. his voice is terribly gentle.

“he understands. it’s okay.”

hobie doesn’t think it’s okay. it doesn’t feel very okay. jeff had disliked him at first and reasonably so; he’s nothing like a person anyone would want their kid to be with.

and yet the captain had let him into their home, accepted him as miles’s person, given him a place at the table. of course rio would have sat him down and shoved food into his hands regardless, but still—

“hobie.”

miles calls his attention back, and he looks up into wide, dark eyes. his heart burns.

“he knows what you’ve been through. he knows how much you’ve grown.” miles huffs a soft laugh, rubbing his thumb against hobie’s hairline. “do you remember that time we went to your concert?”

hobie nods; he doesn’t think he can speak just yet.

“you were so nervous about what he would think, but he was stressing about looking like an old man in front of your friends. he literally said that as your boyfriend’s dad he had to out-hip all the other guys his age.”

something twists in hobie’s chest. “he’s the coolest old man i know.” he pauses, frowning. “maybe after peter b.”

miles laughs again, quietly. “he cares about you.”

hobie doesn’t doubt that. he’d let jeff and rio learn about him piece by piece, and with every sliver of information jeff had softened more; he might be the captain of the PDNY, but he was also a father.

hobie’s never really had a father.

not until he was asked about whether he preferred waffles or pancakes. until he was consulted for advice on what to wear to a pride parade. until jeff only looked at his blue laces with a tentative expression and he was hesitantly slipped a phone number to call if he ever got into trouble in this dimension that he couldn’t get himself out of, a helpline should he ever need it.

so he gets up, takes a deep breath and hauls miles to his feet. his boots clomp down the stairs; he takes care not to fling open the door and when he sees jeff and rio hovering in the living room, he holds out his arms.

rio reaches him first. she’s shorter but fierce, pulling hobie down to hug him tight, and he feels like crying again.

miles slips close to cling to his back, arms sliding around his waist, and hobie watches jeff meet his eyes with something almost anxious.

hobie’s lips twist in a smile. an i’m sorry and an it’s okay wrapped in one.

and maybe it really is okay, because when jeff comes around to squeeze them all together, hobie can’t help his relieved sigh as he thinks, this is what family’s supposed to feel like, certain as the next deep breath he takes and comforting like the broad hand that squeezes his shoulder.

fin.

[landinrris]

Football AU: In which Carlos is a Premier League football player and Lando is his long-term boyfriend who owns a pottery business.

[peachetteprice]

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Your boyfriend. A military-led fiend. A once-devoted fan of football-turned-local-footballer who had dreams of becoming a professional in the field when he grew up in West Ham - though not the sort of field he now calls his second home - whose dreams were tainted with insecurity when two older boys in Year 10 shoved him face-down into the astro-turf during a lunchtime game, bullying him for his smaller size and slight stature. (Poor boy, he was only in Year 7).

The same Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, who, after his growth spurt in Year 9, during which his voice dropped, he grew a number of inches taller and built up the necessary muscle - having not yet given up on football - promised instead to rid the world of such patronising filth, through whatever means, eventually joining the Special Air Service to do just that.

The same Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, who, during his time off, ardently tells you time and time again - though you listen with as much enthusiam every time - of the event in which he came back to London a few years back after a mission, stopped off at Tesco to grab a meal deal before seeing his mother, only to spot, outside in the car park, the flashing blues and twos and wailing siren of a police car and, in a pair of handcuffs against the copper's door panel, the disgruntled faces of two of the boys who'd committed his face to faux-dirt all of those years ago, now men, if they could even be called that - ready to be whisked away to Ilford Police Station and charged with theft of a motor vehicle.

The same Kyle "Gaz" Garrick who gets equally as excited as the kids in the park to show you how well he can still shoot a ball into the net, having never lost his spark for athletics - of course he always gets it in from whatever angle - exclaiming "babe", "baby", "babe, watch", "babe, I'm gonna send it", and "love, you're not watching", relentlessly, until you finally look up from your book to watch a very sweaty, very pleased Kyle score a goal, yell with delight "get in!" then complete a victory lap to end at your picnic blanket for the purpose of placing a breathless kiss on your lips.

(The same Kyle who, late at night, in a tired daze with his lips tucked into your neck, will grumble against your skin, "you know, I was actually almost a professional footballer," just in case you might ever question his ability on the field).

(You'll believe him - it makes him too happy.)

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[pablogavira]

2024-07-16: Lamine's IG story ft. his mom and baby brother.

[lilirari]

“ you need to behave for mum. make mum's life easy, you know that they're the most important ” he is THE standard.

[nicoscheer]

A bit of shirt shopping with Ellis

I can’t properly deal with the way he went from I to [] like he got BROAD

[moeblob]

I have fallen down the anime sports hole and landed on Eyeshield 21 and I'm so sorry I'm adopting all these kids.

(I was actually going to like. Hold off posting my silly sports anime doodles until after commissions but no I wanna share them now. It's hard out here being me who thrives off interactions and this show is like "hey what if we gave you lots of interactions and also a secret identity for MORE interactions".)

[starweed]

heyyy, guess who’s back with more thoughts about itoshi rin????

so, we’ve already established that rin is a very extrinsically motivated person, at least when it comes to football. he doesn’t play football for himself, and he never has. and in a setting like blue lock i just don’t think that’s a sustainably way to play football. blue lock is a place that wants people have a real love for the sport, and would play it every single day of their lives if they could. ego wants people who want to win and want to be the best striker in the world.

rin,, doesn’t really want that. sure, he wants to beat isagi and prove his brother wrong, but that’s not really a longterm, sustainable goal. what happens when he succeeds? does he just stop and say, “okay, that’s good enough”? what happens if he never succeeds? if isagi just continually gets better and better and rin never beats him in a way that makes sae acknowledge him?

having extrinsic motivations is good and normal, but you also eventually have to do things that you want to do for you or you’re going to get burnt out. and i feel like that’s the path that rin’s headed towards if we’re being realistic about this. he just goes and goes and goes in a really unsustainable way, and eventually it’s going to catch up to him.

he’s a really interesting foil to isagi, who’s motivations are almost entirely intrinsic. part of why isagi’s mindset feels more sustainable to me is because he really only plays football for himself. he plays because he really loves the sport. and we don’t ever really see that in rin, so i feel like it’s eventually going to kind of blow up in his face as we’ve seen in previous rounds of blue lock.

or i’m entirely wrong about this. idk, i’m not kaneshiro. i’m just saying that i don’t think that rin’s got anything sustainable going on in how he plays football ��\_ (ツ)_/¯

[ineffectualdemon]

Me: *on fangamer looking for stuff I might get the teenager and noticing they have stardew valley stuff*

Me 10 minutes later: Hi Husband! I have a fangamer wishlist and it's basically everything on the Stardew Valley section

[sunshineandlyrics]

🇫🇮 ⚽️ Some fans played football with The Lathums and Andrew Cushin and his band before the concert. FITFWT Helsinki, 4 September 2023 x x

(The fan probably mistook Joni for Mark)

[dreamsy990]

i drew silly gijinkas of my dogs

the dogs in question

[moralchampion]

They could never make me hate you Trent Alexander Arnold!!!

[marvelling-at-marvel-blog]

One of the things I liked about Ted Lasso was Jamie's childhood room in season 3.

I am not talking about the posters on the wall, which is fantastic, but I mean the actual room. It actually looks like a room a child in a lower income family grew up in. How often do you watch a tv show and see characters' childhood or teen rooms with these big ass beds, or loft like rooms, rooms the size of main bedrooms or having the design and look of an almost professional level desginer. It used to drive me insane growing up watching characters on tv who were meant to be low or lower middle income have rooms I could only have dreamed off, or living in houses/apartments that would just be insanly high in rent or to own.

But Jamie's room is realistic of what a small home or council home room of a well loved child would look like. A single bed, a small tv, littered with childhood mementos. Maybe a little childish if teen Jamie spent a lot of time there but Jamie strikes me as always being out on the football field and not ashamed to have a room full of his childhood memories, especially in his mothers house.

Ted Lasso does a great job of keeping these characters real to life, and I think this is a great example of that.

[duahauuoplanh]

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this

[mossymandibles]

I’ve started gow ragnarok and I’m trying to be very normal about Thor but I want to sleep on him like Totoro tbh. In the first game it’s all “wow Thor is such an asshole amiright fellas?” And now I’m 😳

doodles because I enjoy big fella.