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Can we all just take a minute to appreciate the adorableness of this photo, please?
(Also, I love Jason's long hair).
#jason sudeikis#daddy sudeikis#things like this make my heart melt#the cutest stormtroopers#long haired jason for the win
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Because I'm still on a Suds kick, I sat and watched Hit-Monkey, and it's a weird show. Honesty, Jason playing a bisexual assassin who becomes a ghosty, that magically knows how to speak monkey, and basically gives a running commentary for half the show, is wonderful and I fucking love it. Bryce is such a dumbass and funny but somehow pairs well with Monkey (who is the "straight man" to Bryce's funny man) to create a unique buddy comedy style vengeance show with a fair amount of blood and violence.
There is a political and crime thread weaving it all together. Crooked cops and politicians, and a lot of yakuza influence all mixed together in a nice package, that does resolve itself by the end, which also didn't leave me disappointed.
Fortunately, it got a season 2, and it's coming out later this year (yay). Because I want more Bryce and Monkey being a chaotic duo who somehow manage to get stuff done. (But also, I just like listening to Jason talk. He has a nice voice to listen to even when he's saying something stupid). Bryce is essentially the mouthpiece for Monkey because Monkey can't talk except for grunts, and you know, normal monkey noises. But this being Marvel, I was expecting Monkey to start talking like a human because...Well...Marvel. The show has ghosts and a guy who shoots lightning from his feet. They could find a way to make Monkey talk. Oh well, I'm still happy we have Bryce, the weirdo that he is.
Can't wait to see what happens next season.
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Go on to Pinterest, and this is the first image that comes up
I have thoughts...
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There's something about cute dumbasses with puppy dog brown eyes, nice hands, and dimples... I don't know what it is, but apparently I have a type now
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He looks good in these. But what warms my heart is the fact that he has on the bracelet his daughter made him ❤️
Jason Sudeikis photographed by Pal Hansen in SoHo Hotel, London on January 30, 2024
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I'm watching The West Wing for the very first time, and I got to season 4, episode 15. Can someone please kindly in simple language explain to me why the fuck it takes until season 7 for Josh and Donna to get together?!
The whole thing with Josh getting Toby, Will Danny and Charlie to go with him to get her and talk to her, and the snowballs, and as soon as he sees her he immediately gives her his coat and he basically turns into the softest puppy in front of her. This man is completely and hopelessly in love with her.
Side note: I already fell for one brown eyed dumbass softie, I did not need to fall for another.
#the west wing#josh lyman#donna moss#7 seasons of slow burn#can brown eyed men with puppy dog eyes please stop it
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Jason dressed as Ted is my my kink. I said what I said.
#jason sudeikis#the hands#the rolled up sleeves#and the grey hair at his temples#we needed more of ted looking like a silver fox
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Hi there,
So over the past few days I've seen people debate about removing their work off of Archive of Our Own due to a surge of negativity from a certain Ted Lasso confessions account.
Please don't remove your work. Please don't. I know I'm just one person asking you not to, but please don't give those assholes the satisfaction of winning and making you feel insecure about the works you put out there.
Creatives like you are the backbone of all fandoms. You keep them going and existing long after they finish, and the excitement has gone down. It doesn't matter if you are just starting out or if you've been writing for years. You are an important part of the fandom, and you bring so much joy and love to those who read your works and appreciate the time, energy, and imagination you put into it. You are going out of your way, putting your time and energy into it, learning a skill, because learning how to write and do it well is a skill. So, even if it's a hobby or something you want to turn into a career, you keep working on it. Hone your skills and craft and be proud of what you've done.
Don't let anyone shame you for enjoying writing about the things you love. Don't let anyone shame you, full stop. If you love something, then love it and don't be apologetic about it. Your enjoyment of something is more important than jackasses trying to spoil it. Because it's about you being happy, and you should not be stopped for being happy.
Creating something and putting it out there for other people to view is incredibly brave. It's not something that everyone can do, so the fact that you have, you have my respect. So please, don't delete your fanfics from AO3 or Tumblr or anywhere else because of the asshats on some shitty confessions account. You have so much more to offer in the fandom than people who like to spew bullshit like that and hide behind anonymous posts.
Fuck the haters!!
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So, beach daddy Jason with the grey hair and beard was not a thing I knew I needed today. But I am certainly not complaining.
Preview for Jason's Super Bowl commercial with Messi, for Ultra.
#jason sudeikis#super bowl#super bowl commercial#the chokehold this man has on me#he looks too damn good in this#beach daddy Jason
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HE WORE AN ACTUAL SUIT!!
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Ted Lasso Fan Fiction: One Week
This is my first time posting a fanfic of mine. I used a prompt from a book of 101 Flash Fiction Prompts. The prompt I used was to create a story set over the course of a week. It's a little self-indulgent, as I wrote it while going through some personal shit and I needed to cheer myself up somehow. I hope it's okay.
Monday:
I saw him, standing outside a pub. He seemed friendly, talking to some regulars it looks like. I looked at my phone for a moment and he turned and bumped into me. My phone on the ground. He apologised, American accent coming in thick. Out of Place. But then one look at his soft brown eyes and I forgot everything. He gave me my phone back and asked if I was okay. I nodded. He smiled. Does the rest of the world exist right now? He spoke again:
"Have a nice day now."
Then he left.
What just happened?
Tuesday:
I sat in a local coffee shop. Bored. All Tuesdays are boring. But then he walks in. The man from yesterday. American accent and all. he sees me sitting by the window and says hi. Apparently speech evades me when this man is near. I wave. He asks to sit with me. I am not an idiot. Well, I am in terms of not being being able to speak. I gesture instead. He introduces himself as Ted Lasso. My stepbrother is called Ted. Really brain? There is an attractive man in front of us and you think of your stepbrother? I'm more of an idiot than I thought. Ted asks for my name. Oh shit, I know this one.
'It's Jack.'
Oh hey, words. Two is a good start. He smiles at me. God damn it, he's cute. The cheeks, the eyes, the dimples too! Was he talking? Shit. What did he say?
'I just wanted to apologise again for bumping into you yesterday and making you drop your phone.' `
'It's fine.' Four words, maybe you could manage a whole sentence by the end of the week. He takes his coffee in a to go cup and hopes he'll see me around for more sparkling conversation. so, he's funny too? Then he leaves.
Fuck, I think I like him.
Wednesday:
Ted is there again. In the park. He knows one of the school kids playing football and he's joining in. He's kind of shit at it. He spots me and waves. I wave back.
'Fancy meeting you here. That's like three days in a row we've seen each other.' He's been counting? Yeah, of course he has been, dumbass. It's a pretty unusual situation here.
'Hi Ted.' Three more words and you'll break yesterday's record.
'You live around here, if you don't mind my asking?' I point in the direction of my flat. He asks if I'm from London. Fuck no! I'm a Yorkshire lass through and through... He's laughing... Wait, did I say that out loud?
'Sorry, automatic response.' He laughs again.
'Well, I respect your honesty and your bluntness.' There's that smile again. Oh Lord, I am not your strongest. There's a moment or two of silence.
'Would you like to join me on a walk?' Say yes, say yes, say yes!
'Yes.' Then we walk away.
Thursday:
I got his number! And we text non stop. Gifs, videos, memes, pictures. Anything and everything. We don't stop. He's funny and charming, disarmingly so. I feel like a teenage girl laying on her bed kicking her feet in the air, crushing over a boy. I never did that when I was a teenager, yet here I am doing it as an adult. But he's kind and is curious. He asks questions. He asks questions! Not even my own father gives a shit about my life enough to do that. Ted does, and he remembers it. This man must be a unicorn or something. Is that a Supernatural reference? He asks if I'm free for dinner on Saturday as he has a game tomorrow. Stupid football. I am definitely watching it. I say yes to dinner, 6pm. He'll pick me up...
Is this a date?
Friday:
Of course I watched the football match. For the first time in my life, I watched a football match. And now I have to go buy a team shirt. The things I do for a possible love interest. No, I'm not in love. Lust, most likely. But love? Too early for that. Besides, how would I even know what love is like? I've never been in love before. Sure I have friends and family that I love (very few), but romantic love, that escapes me. What if Ted isn't looking for love? Maybe he just wants a friend. Is tomorrow a date? I'm too scared to ask. What if I ruin things by asking? I don't want to do that. What do I wear?
Saturday:
I was ready by 5pm. Wearing a simple, short, red summer dress, black ankle boots, light black jacket. Good for a casual dinner with a friend or a date. Now I wait. Waiting, waiting, waiting. 5:13... 5:29 Longest hour of my life... 5:56, a knock at the door. He's there. Hair combed back, black suit, white shirt, red tie. It's a date.
We walk, talk, compliments fly. Arm in arm, his touch is gentle against me. We sit, we dine, we never stop talking. The conversation flows as easily as a bird flies on a clear day. He makes jokes, I laugh, even at the worst. I watch his hands in constant motion, even they are perfect. He's sad though. His divorce, his son, parts of his life missing. What's it like to be in love?
'You've never?' Now it's his turn to see what parts I'm missing from my life. I look at him with the same sort of sadness I see in him. We talk more, share more, honesty and understanding. No judgement. Emotional intimacy, that's what we have.
We leave the restaurant, taking the long way home, finding a park bench and sit. How much time has passed? Do I even care? All I want is to be here with him, listening to his voice. Can I hold his hand? Did he read my mind? I know I didn't say that out loud. It's warm, comforting, squeezing mine tightly for just a moment to let me know he is still there. I could cry. I am crying. Stop crying.
'I understand,' He wipes away a tear. 'It's hard being alone, when all you want is someone to see you and love you for who you are.'
He takes me home, walking arm in arm, holding him tight, and savouring every second of touch like it could be our last. His smile is sad when he has to wish me goodnight. I don't want him to leave. I reach out for him to pull him back. There's something I need to know. His lips on mine, his arms around me, my hand in his hair, his gorgeous hair. He's soft and tender, loving and giving. Like magic that makes the world fall away. We break for air and look into each others deep brown eyes.
'Stay?'
Sunday:
My bed has never been comfier. Perhaps that's because of the man I'm sleeping on. So... Last night really did happen. I see him softly dreaming. My fingers ghost over his messed up hair. My fault. Then over his forehead, and down the slope of his nose. Trying to burn this to memory. I trace his lips, how many times did I kiss them? How many times did they kiss me? Anywhere and everywhere they could find. The noises he brought out of me, they excited him, spurred him on. His hands, things of wonder. Holding on to me even in sleep. Oh, how I could worship his hands.
'Never let me go.' That time I meant to say it out loud.
'I won't.' I see his eyes again as they open and I fall for him more. He brings his hand up to my chin and pulls me forward to kiss me again. I could worship those lips. The feel of his mustache adding to the sensation.
'I could get used to this.' I want to get used to this. His thumb brushes over my lips. His smile isn't as sad anymore. My hand continues to ghost over his skin. Down his chest and over his stomach, the dark patch of hair covering him tickles my palm and fingers. I kiss his chest, holding him close. I don't want him to disappear. He holds me tighter, does he feel the same? we stay in bed, holding, touching, loving. Safe. We feel safe.
On Monday, we were strangers, Tuesday too. Wednesday we became friends. Thursday and Friday getting closer. Saturday, I fell for him, he fell for me. By Sunday, we were lovers, holding on to forever.
As I said, it was self-indulgent, but I'm trying to start writing again. So I guess it was kind of an experiment. Look, good or bad, I tried which for me is good start. If you made it to the end, thanks for reading.
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So, my sleeping has gone to shit again, and I'm up doing stuff (it's nearly 1am here in the UK). I go on the app formerly known as Twitter and I see THIS FUCKING PICTURE!!!
My first thought, when I started to have coherent thoughts again, was that she looked like she could be the immortal Queen of the vampires and I would happily be one of her loyal subjects, because holy shit.
Hey, so since I am in the UK and we don't get the Golden Globes until tomorrow on Paramount+, would anyone mind keeping me up to date on what's happening with it for Jason and Hannah? Because I want them to win and see them happy.
Please and thank you.
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Hey, so since I am in the UK and we don't get the Golden Globes until tomorrow on Paramount+, would anyone mind keeping me up to date on what's happening with it for Jason and Hannah? Because I want them to win and see them happy.
Please and thank you.
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My first Christmas on my own and I spent it with Hannah Waddingham and Jason Sudeikis. Because of course I had to watch her Christmas special and Carol of the Bells.
Happy holidays, everyone. Hope your day is wonderful and relaxing, wherever you are in the world, whether you're with family, friends, or on your own.
To the family you're born with, and the family you make along the way. And more importantly to Richmond!
#jason sudeikis#hannah waddingham#ted lasso#hannah waddingham is the new queen of christmas and england
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Can someone point me in the direction of some wholesome Ted Lasso/Jason fanfics? Going through a very rough time right now, and dealing with some very harsh realities. So I could do with some comfort.
Thanks in advance ❤️
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"Love Shack" (B-52s cover) • Hannah Waddingham & Brendan Hunt • THUNDERG...
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No words. Just perfect. All the fun was had here. They nailed it and the chaotic energy the song brings out in people.
#brendon hunt#hannah waddingham#jason sudeikis#thundergong 2023#thundergong#love shack#b 52s#Youtube
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When's their rom-com coming out?
THE WINK I REPEAT THE WIIIIINK AND THEM TOGETHER SINGING UGH
#jason sudeikis#hannah waddingham#I fucking knew he would be in it somehow#there was no way they wouldn't be together again#the only other reason why I would get apple tv+#they have my heart#hannah waddingham is the new queen of Christmas and England
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