#kind of like a verse

[sinofwriting]

Favorite Player - Simon Minter

Words: 655 Summary: He was always filled with dread when having to meet any boy that his daughter brought home, but little did he know that this one would be different when his daughter brings home Simon Minter, his favorite football player.

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The older man sighed, resting back in his chair as he eyed the clock. The time was drawing near and nearer and every minute that passed dread grew inside of him. He had hated the first time his little girl had brought home a boy, even if it was their next door neighbor and they were only ten, and at seventeen the hatred was joined with dread when she brought home her first boyfriend. And now she was bringing home a boyfriend for the first time in years, one that neither he or her mother knew the name of and it was just days before the season started. Dread wasn’t supposed to sit heavy in his stomach in August. Excitement should be brewing as the days grew closer to the first match of the season.

He grumbles as another minute ticks by and he can’t help but wish he had a pint. It would help a little bit. He glances at his wife and can’t help but smile at the way she’s fluttering about, clearly excited to meet their daughter's boyfriend. He took pleasure in the fact that if it went badly she’d join him in a drink. Always one to have a drink after a shit experience, his wife.

A knock makes her pause her adjusting of the throw pillows, standing straight with a bright smile. “They must be early!” He sighs at the excitement in her voice and casts a longing look at the tv, where he had been about to watch some highlights from last season. Last season had been an amazing one, his favorite player since he’d joined Leeds had been above and beyond, a season to remember and he could only hope that he performed just as well if not better this season.

Standing, he follows his wife from the living room to the front door that opens with a swing. Immediately enveloping their daughter in her arms. “It’s so good to see you, sweetheart.” She smiles, hugging her mom back. “It’s good to see you too, I’m sorry it’s been so long.” She looks at both of them before stepping into her dad’s arms for a hug. He holds her close, his only child, his daughter, his little girl. “Don’t worry about it, we’ve been busy and so have you, it happens.” He tells her when they’ve let go. “Still,” she insists, but seeing the look on his face stops her from saying anything else. She glances behind her at the door that’s still open and the smile that immediately takes over her face reminds him of why exactly she’s visiting and his fingers twitch at how brightly she’s smiling.

She looks back at them, smile still on her face but a little softer. “Mom, dad, I want you to meet Simon, my boyfriend.” She says, as she extends a hand out to grab her boyfriend's hand and pulls him inside. He’s about to extend a hand, greet him, knowing if he doesn’t he’ll get an elbow to the ribs. But his mouth falls open and he’s unable to move a muscle as he gets his first look of his daughters boyfriend.

It was Him.

Number seven for Leeds United. His favorite player. Simon Minter. Miniminter. His daughter was dating Miniminter. Her boyfriend was Miniminter. His mouth closes and his hand goes out, when an elbow hits his side, shaking him from his shock. And he can’t help the smile on his face as he greets the footballer enthusiastically. The dread that had been sitting in his stomach was gone, excitement only there.

Miniminter was a good lad, had his own non-profit, liked meeting with fans from what he saw on twitter and such, and in his whole career had never had any horrible accusations come against him like other footballers. He still wasn’t good enough for his little girl, but he was probably the closest anyone could get.

[pokimoko]

I can't keep being fundamentally changed as a person by animated movies, it's just not sustainable.

[deecotan]

yapper x listener in every universe

[heartorbit]

figure skating set right now please. thanks

[technically-human]

Welcome to the reverse verse! This is part 1 of 2 of a commission for @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are and I can't wait to tell you all about it, because I'm incapable of being normal and chill about these concepts, so I ran with it.

Charles Rowland was born in 1900, his mum was from India and moved to the UK after marrying Charles' dad, a soldier who was not... very loving. Charles' heritage gave him some problems, but none as bad as that one time in 1916 when he was sacrificed to a demon and spent the next 7 decades in Hell. He doesn't like to talk about it, except when it can get him what he wants. He was always an angry boy, or so he thought, but after his time spent in Hell, it became so much worse. He's explosive and unpredictable, and so he mostly avoids conflict. He doesn't need to fight anyone, as his charming personality and sweet smile (plus a few smart calculations) always seem to be enough to convince people to give him what he asks for. And when the fight is inevitable... well, he has Edwin for that!

Edwin Payne grew up very sheltered, in a deeply religious home, and he is proud of that. Don't try to argue with him, because he surely has a Bible verse that will help him win (and if not, he is not above using his croquet mallet now that he has someone to keep safe). Unfortunately for him, he realized at a quite young age that he felt attraction towards other boys. Even worse, somehow other people could tell as well, including those peers that ended up killing him for it (the rumour spread throughout school was that he had died due to AIDS, and most people just accepted it). He never acted on those unnatural urges of his, but when he met this ghost who had just escaped Hell... he decided not to risk eternal damnation, and to stay here with Charles, instead. Edwin has no interest in the supernatural or in magic, and sort of looks down on them, but luckily his friend's got that covered.

[bayeis]

I haven't watched this show a day in my life

[welcometogrouchland]

♫ I do what I want/Crying in the bleachers and I said it was fun/I don't need anything from anyone ♫

(ID in Alt) you guys ever think about your own posts and get upset?? Anyway Damian Wayne I love you I'm so sorry your life is like that

[whosectype]

I watched the new Spider-Man across the spiderverse

[valtsv]

So I let the woodsman live, and I tell him that later this afternoon, he’ll fell an old oak, and in its rotten hollow, he’ll find a hidden hoard of gold and silver from the nation’s forgotten past, enough to live on for the rest of his days. He thinks I’m joking. But the idea of his future happiness is its own kind of satisfaction, which… (As if surprised at herself) …which pleases me.

[whaliiwatching]

list of adults who are great with kids

unfortunately i cant actually make a meme better than the movie

[phantomrose96]

I'm foregoing making any kind of intelligent commentary about The Silt Verses and instead I am here to say that Hayward's voice actor needs to keep speaking, forever, for the rest of his life. I think he should be paid every time he opens his mouth. I think people on the street should hand him a dollar and say "I noticed you said words. Thanks for that. Here's a dollar."

[leenfiend]

sometimes good things take a while

(two slow dancers - mitski)

[fiepige]

I've always been so focused on Hobie that I've never even noticed Gwen and Pav high-fiving before!

(also let me know if there's a specific scene from the movie you guys want me to make a gif of! <3)

[cherrywhite]

"What's the opposite of a sacrifice?" The Silt Verses asks. A gift, is the audience's knee-jerk reaction. It has to be a gift, right? But no, perhaps that's too simple, isn't it? It can't be that easy. Neither Paige or Carpenter got the answer, so it has to be something more complex, right? Maybe...something reclaimed? Preserving in the face of sacrifice? Maybe the answer is something loftier? And episodes later, we finally get the answer and it's...

A gift. Of course it's a gift. How could it be anything else? A joy with no conditions. 

And I think this brilliantly shows how unthinkable a life without sacrifice is, in the world of The Silt Verses. Sacrifice is so ingrained into the society they've built that an opposite is entirely unthinkable. Paige didn't get it. Carpenter dismissed the question entirely. And ya, they were both taken off guard by the question, never really gave it serious consideration you could argue. But even we as the audience began to turn ourselves inside out, trying to find an answer to the riddle that would fit for the world of The Silt Verses. You've won, because they can't get away from you, says Val, they’ve never once seen the light beyond the light you made for them. There's no getting better for any of us. That answer, something that was right in front of us this whole time, seemed as if it was too easy, too simple. Outside of the parameters of the complicated world these characters must live in.

And Hayward will sit with Carpenter, the two enjoying each other's company despite the odds, and describe how stars provide light without asking for anything in return. He will go on the radio with Paige, neither of them able to decipher each other's words, the connection too flimsy, and be content with just the gift of getting to hear her voice. This is a world where the opposite of a sacrifice is unthinkable. And yet, it exists anyway. The answer exists in all these small moments. In Paige sitting down for breakfast with Carpenter and Faulkner. In Carpenter and Faulkner finally understanding each other, the two standing at the edge of a pier as their god's currents come to take them away. In Hayward and Paige giving characters like Elgin a second chance, her life previously forfeit as nothing more than a body for the government. In Gage asking their sister to go home together. In Shrue extending a hand out to Cross. Acantha, offering a warm seat and tea to Carpenter as she decides where to go next. Val, getting on the phone one last time, to ever so slightly shift the winds.

And I'm not sure what my point was here, I'll admit. But these are the moments of the podcast that will forever stay with me. All these moments of genuine love and warmth and everything in between. It can still end with love, can't it? asks Carpenter. And it can; and it does. It always could. And that's a gift in and of itself. 

[stillwaterinc]

i have nowhere to put my batman thoughts so they’re going here

jason comes back as the red hood, planning to take out his little replacement or at least hurt him bad enough that he drops the suit and lets robin die but suddenly, a month before his plan is to start, robin disappears. and so does the joker.

what? jason looks, he scours security cameras and internet forums, even weasels his was into the gcpd’s files and…

nothing. there’s nothing.

no bodies reported, joker’s not in arkham or black gate or any other prison, he hasn’t finally been given the death penalty he just. disappeared.

he can’t find anything on robin either, or tim drake, for months until he stumbles upon a nearly perfect patient file in some hospital records.

nearly. it’d be perfect to anyone else but jason, even years later, can recognize bruce and barbara’s finger prints all over it. it’s a cover. a cover for what though? he reads through the file, tim drake’s file, presumably and finds… well.

someone clearly tortured the kid, and with the meds he was being prescribed it got to him. it would’ve gotten to anyone.

jason shudders reading the initial injury report. electric burns, lots of them, are what catches his eye the most but there’s all kinds of stuff. what catches his eye the most though is the lacerations that had to be stitched either side of the kid’s mouth. shit.

he doesn’t get the full picture, not yet, but pieces are starting to come together. the joker has been missing for a while, just a little longer than jason’s replacement has been in the hospital for some violent injuries.

the joker is missing.

tim drake is in the hospital.

something happened, clearly. the joker did something to tim, something awful, something bad enough that the joker disappeared and the kid’s been in the hospital for weeks.

bruce didn’t make it in time, only this time robin wasn’t dead, he’d been broken.

someone had gotten to robin, to tim drake, before jason could, had gotten to him so badly that even after he was released he wasn’t robin anymore.

not because he didn’t want to be, a few bugs here and there in the manor let him know that much, but because bruce wouldn’t let him.

it comes out, in one of these arguments, that time killed the joker. shot him dead. and jason almost wants to congratulate the kid for it, or wants to strangle bruce and ask him how the hell he let robin, who’s just a kid, tim, who’s just a fucking kid, get anywhere near a position where he had the means and desire to fatally shoot the joker.

because that’s it, isn’t it? the reason jason’s like this, doing this, is because of the joker. jason knows how to use guns because of the joker. he’ll never go to college like a normal kid because of the joker. and now tim.

tim wants to be robin, asks for it, begs bruce to let him back out in the suit and jason nearly finds himself agreeing with bruce. the joker’s gone sure but what if someone else tries the same thing? what if someone tries worse? being in the suit’s already gotten tim this much pain, why risk more?

it hits jason, one night, that he stopped being angry at tim a while ago. a long while. he can’t be angry at bruce either, because the joker is dead. there’s no one to enact vengeance for his death on anymore.

anyways most of my posts are about incest please don’t follow me for batman content

[technically-human]

Part two of the reverse verse is here! The reverse boys meet the original boys. They're not really getting along as well as I had hoped...

Again, this was a commission for @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are and they asked for angst/funny vibes... I think it's mostly just angst though. Oh, well...

Part one