#Run to Daylight

[elise-51-blog]

"Run to Daylight" WIP snippet

“Why do you love sports so much?”

“‘Cos I’m a dumb jock,” Guy laughs, bunting the question away. “Plus there’s beer. And it’s easier than readin’ books and shit.”

“Shut up,” Kyle laughs, shakes his head.

It’s about dinnertime, and he wonders what he has in the fridge or if Kyle might want to get something in a bit except he’s probably not hungry after all the beer and hotdogs. 

“I dunno. I guess it’s just. When everything else in my life was shit, sports seemed like the real thing. Like the only real thing in a world of bullshit.”

Kyle hums. “It’s weird, I mean. I always thought the opposite, to be honest. Everyone cared so much about the football team, or how the basketball team was doing, and just seemed like a distraction from…from actual life. From more important things.”

Guy’s heard this spiel a million times. Mostly from chicks.

Kyle clears his throat. “I mean I--I’m not saying I’m right. It just seemed like everyone always acted like winning on Friday night was like, it’d be the end of the world if the guys lost. But I mean…I didn’t get it. It’s just--it’s literally just a game.”

“And paintin’ pictures, what’s that?” Guy almost tries not to sound too dickish.

Kyle sighs, rolls his eyes, looks away. Oh, but there’s an edge there. Something old. “I don’t think you’d understand what…what that gave me. Art. What it still gives me. It’s making something…something meaningful out of,” Kyle gestures in the air. “Out of what was meaningless.”

Guy knows if this was a movie, he’d be the asshole. Well this ain’t a fuckin’ movie.

“And the football team, just a bunch of morons tossin’ a ball back and forth?”

“That’s not what I said!”

“It’s what you meant.”

“No it’s not--”

“Listen, you say it’s only a game. And you’re right but you’re wrong too.”

There’s a long pause. They’ve never really dug into this truth between them. The gulf of difference. The dumb jock and the sensitive artist thing. Kyle tilts his head at Guy, giving him his full attention. “So tell me.”

“You can’t just put it down on a--on like a postcard. It’s…you gotta see it, right?”

“Sure. Like coming to this game? Green grass and red dirt and, and all that.” 

Guy shakes his head, it’s not what he means, he hates trying to say what he means. 

“It’s more like…it’s Michael Jordan’s jump shot.”

Kyle stares back blankly.

“David Beckham’s corner kick. Joe Montana and Jerry Rice on a Sunday. And it’s--it’s Bob Gibson 1.12 ERA and refusing to shake Joe Torre’s hand ‘cos it’s war and not a picnic. It’s Zizu’s head and Materazzi’s big mouth. It’s Curt Schilling’s bloody sock. It’s Derek Redmond limping to the finish line and Bronko Nagurski crawling to the end zone. It’s a routine ground ball rolling under Bill Buckner’s glove and Steven Gerrard slippin’ on the grass. It’s Barry Bonds’s hat size and Pete Rose’s bookie.” 

Guy doesn’t know how else to say it. It’s just all of it. It’s life but boiled down to the stuff you need. Forget tax returns and the DMV. Just good guys and bad guys. Pure love, pure hatred. Grief, agony, pain you wouldn’t believe. Outrageous joy. Selfishness, sacrifice. Blood, sweat, tears. War. Love to last a lifetime. 

“It’s everything. All of it. It’s all there. On a pitch, or a diamond, or a gridiron. Just…everything. Waitin’ on a whistle.”

“Wow.”

“Fuck off.”

“No, really!” Kyle laughs, clasping Guy’s forearm. “I mean I don’t know who any of those people are--”

“You fucking know David Beckham--”

Kyle laughs, looking away with his eyebrows raised, his dimples deep, his cheeks a little pinker. He looks so good in the ballpark lights, they should wash him out, but they can’t. “Yeah, I know David Beckham.”

[elise-51-blog]

Guy's got it framed up with a napkin he got signed from Brooks at a Crown gas station when he was five years old. Mace had spotted Brooks first and told Guy that he bet Guy was too chicken to go ask for his autograph. Well Guy wasn’t too chicken and Brooks didn’t blink when Guy didn’t have anything for him to actually sign, just grabbed a napkin out of his glove box and wrote “To Guy From Brooks Robinson, Human Vacuum Cleaner,” and smiled at him and ruffled his hair and called him Red. Guy usually hated that, but Brooks could’ve called him a Dirty Rotten Sonuvabitch and Guy would’ve still gone to bed with a dopey little smile on his face.

from my ever WIP story, Run to Daylight

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[saturnvs]

stjärnfall / falling stars

[thenewdemocratus]

NFL Films: Vince Lombardi Teaches The Power Sweep

Source:The New Democrat  To judge whose the greatest head coach of all-time in the NFL you first have to know what is the job of the head coach and what his responsibilities are and what you expect from him. To me at least the job of the head coach is of course to win and win at least a good deal more than he loses. And make the playoffs and be successful in the playoffs. But more than that the…

[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

[jabbloo]

local reaper is allowed to flirt openly with honour student w/out hakucchi bopping his advances

[magpiesvscanaries]

I think Elias’ nickname in uni was Bouche Dag

[matzmeow]

내 작품의 주인공은 너니까 ― !

[thesquiddygirl]

Is this anything

[abirddogmoment]

So important to do our little dog activities at 6am

[dankbydeadlight]

am i once again putting philip in some afro-fantasy-inspired garb for the (possible?) cosmetic contest again? yeah. yeah.,

[elise-51-blog]

WIP tag game

thanks @prince-of-elsinore for the 'tag' :D

rules: Make a new post and post the latest line in your WIP & tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like)

Beer, pizza, tv. Boom! Depression.

hmm not sure who hasn't been tagged, if you want to do this go ahead and say I tagged you!

[elise-51-blog]

They get closer after everything with Sinestro. Guy’s not dead and Kyle’s not Parallax. These are good things. Also, Kyle’s in love with Soranik Natu. Guy can’t quite put his finger on why he’s always kind of a dick to her–she’s saved his life more than once now and she’s just the kind of hardass soldier Guy loves best. Whatever. She’s probably going to eat Kyle alive, but Kyle always did love a challenge.

This week’s word is…

✨ ALIVE ✨

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[kamily-art]

scene from my fic, 'running from the daylight' (it's not posted yet unfortunately)

extra under the cut

[gomzdrawfr]

[ghostravenprice - suggestive - mpreg - doodle]

an alliance.

[slasher-detective]

I love how you draw clown 🤡

Can you give us your interpretation of what an outfit for him in the Waterfront Massacre collection would be? Shirtless of course

I imagine something like this maybe? Ended up less beachy and more dad going fishing than I intended 😂

also i didnt draw it but his weapon would probably be one of those funky fish filleting knives!

Colored version here!