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can we talk about this cuz we all know richard (also queer) was like “hold up” 🧐 yeah, yeah, but we also saw jamie’s reaction. let me rewind.
colin & richard were like…wait. jamie literally did a double take 😭 this was the moment the queers clocked each other.
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Ted Lasso and Believing
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I am not immune to the rivals to friends to lovers footballers 😔
Uncropped version on Twitter and Bluesky
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again saying that beard knowing about rebecca's actions would've caused delicious tension in season two. ted forgave her immediately, but i know damnnnnn well beard would not. not even just for ted's sake, even though that's a huge portion of it, but also....for the team??? beard loves the team, of course he does. he's the coach who claims being competitive and wanting to win, but he never wants it at the expense of the team. also again. "those were kids and are professionals and winning does matter to them, and it matters to me...and that's okay! how do you not get it? losing has repercussions. we lose, we get relegated. we get relegated, this is over and we will have built nothing." like that SPEECHHHHH. he cares about the team on a professional level, and he wants them to succeed. if he knew they were being deliberately sabotaged.......oh man. like i wish beard knew within canon (because trust me. we'd be able to tell if beard knew) because the tensions,,,, THE TENSIONS. beard not trusting her, ted trying to get him to come around,,,, you know??? two of ted's important people not on even grounds....
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A little recap of Philly D running the 2024 London Marathon for Young Lives vs Cancer. Click here to donate.
(a short ig story of an interview here)
#wow that was probably months and months of training#i hope the fundraising was successful#.....also after my last post i really don't wanna risk becoming the “shoes” guy buuuuuut...#look!! he's in cloudsurfers! (probably?)#(which I found out via a reverse image search of the shoe like a normal person not bc i like. recognize shoes. or whatever. just saying.)#fluffy foot mattresses!#thanks for compiling all this op!
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Watching that last video about City not having a good record with penalty shootouts is making my brain spin in regards to Jamie Tartt at the end of season two when the commentators mention that Jamie hasn’t missed a penalty all season
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Thank yoouuu! I've had so much fun tonight with my apocalypse wip writing a quieter scene with Jamie and Roy just hanging out for a bit.
There’s never been a drone spotted over the river. It’s weird but true. Roy thinks it’s because nobody uses the river these days so why would a drone waste it’s time patrolling it, Jamie thinks they’re afraid of the water. He’d then prattled on about a film involving aliens and water and how fundamentally flawed it was and… well, Roy stopped listening after that. He couldn’t care less. Fact was, drones didn’t come near the water which meant on this beautifully sunny day, they could actually relax next to the river and enjoy the sunshine while they waited by the Teddington Lock footbridge for their contact.
Except Roy’s stretched out beneath the dappled shade of a large oak tree and Jamie’s pacing by the river, occasionally bouncing up on his tiptoes as if seeing their contact come across the bridge a fraction of second earlier will make a difference.
and bonus line from a bit later because I'm just so *hugs pillow* about my own fic...
Roy turns to look at Jamie and there’s something different this time … for once he’s not reminded about how much he’d missed Jamie. This time he’s simply full of gratitude that he gets to do this again. Hang out with his best friend, by a river in the sunshine.
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my favorite headcanon to ponder is that as soon as they enter the Champions League - and it becomes official that this level of cardiovascular training is going to become Jamie's new longterm normal - Roy immediately bans him from running on pavement (so that he'll still have cartilage in his knees by age 60, and because no trainer ever cared enough to do that for Roy and he's gonna do better by Jamie if it kills him).
However...
--they can't limit all his running to a treadmill or track either, because that's a GREAT way to get hurt when he's on the pitch.
Cue a hilarious montage of Jamie biking to some park, folding the bike to carry over a shoulder while running through said park, hopping back on the bike once he reaches the road, biking until he reaches a grass/dirt track along the river, running until the dirt track runs out, biking again, etc.
Cut to a shot of Roy frowning studiously because This Isn't Working Out, before he turns to Jamie and dead-serious, he asks, "Can you run the pavement on your hands?"
And Jamie is 😭😭😭 on the inside but verbally he's just "uh....yeah! Yeah sure I mean yeah no don't think so but yeah sure yeah why not I'll give it a go?"
Cut to Jamie managing seven whole haphazard steps in a handstand before, "aiyeeee..." and a close-up of Roy cringing with his fists over his mouth.
Cut to Roy frowning studiously again. This time Jamie's got a big abrasion on his cheek. Again, deadly serious-
"Could you cartwheel the asphalt bits?"
Cut to Jamie cartwheeling over and over and over like. well, like a wheel, making good speed...
in a very much NOT straight line, until he cartwheels right into a bush.
"Well." Roy's got his studious frown, Jamie's got his scraped cheek and leaves in his hair. "I think we're out of options."
And Jamie's face falls. "Coach no. Please I can figure it out. Just need to keep trying things don't I?"
But Roy's shaking his head.
And Jamie just looks sadder and sadder, and he starts to look a little scared. "Coach really I can just run the pavement like I used to it's f-"
"Nope. I'm calling it."
We linger on Jamie's devastated face.
Quick cut to Jamie's torso. He's running on the road. He reaches the park. He runs through the park and reaches pavement again. He runs the pavement until he reaches the dirt track by the river. He runs the dirt track until it ends, transitioning straight onto the road once again. Scene cuts to him panting at Richmond Green once he's all done. He slowly straightens up, turning to Roy (who it's revealed bicycled the whole way with him) with the angriest, most murderous glare we've ever seen cross Jamie's face.
Roy breaks into his first grin of the entire montage.
We finally pan down to Jamie's feet
--clad in every runner's favorite pseudo-orthopedic clown shoes. They let you run on a beautiful, cartilage-preserving cloud (edit: ASSUMING you don't immediately let your stride get sloppy, which people often do! that's important, can't believe i didn't say it initially!) and not even Jamie can make them look slick.
*This post dedicated to my own hoka-related humiliations. They're lovely at what they're designed for but oyyyye. tbf hoka does make slightly less gigantic, less hideous models (ones that visually limit themselves to the type of loud garishness that Jamie would actually probably adore). But also tbf, you KNOW Roy would insist on Jamie cycling through the dumbest, ugliest, most embarrassing, "it's yer fuckin knees, Tartt come on!" models he could find.
(Bonus: Practically overnight, Jamie suddenly becomes an expert in every dirt, grass, and otherwise natural running trail in all of London because as long as there's no concrete or asphalt anywhere on his run, he can go back to his normal low drop shoes.) (Edit: which, to reiterate, is a much better choice for both your joints and feet, than running pavement in hokas!)
#had to actually think about that#bc jamie's legs are *important*#how might you balance wanting to preserve his knees with not wanting his feet to weaken from running with a ton of support all the time? 🤔#easiest answer (to me anyway tho i'm DEFINITELY no expert): run exclusively on dirt#in his normal minimalist shoes#but they're 2 people who can't *ever* do things the easy way so...#ted lasso#jamie tartt#roy kent#royjamie#roy x jamie
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Though, with all of that said, nothing tickles me more than Jamie asking Dr. Sharon if he’s just supposed to natter on about himself. And when she confirms that as the basic premise? He looks…self satisfied? A bit impressed? Regardless of anything else, he looks eager.
Dr. Sharon is worth her weight in precious gemstones. Cause she had his number from the word go.
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Me, a European without an eclipse to look at: i can look at this sun without sunglasses 🌞
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golden retriever boyfriend with their black cat boyfriend
#I love that if you ship dani and jamie then jamie's the black cat but if you ship roy and jamie he's the retriever#a man who can do both#op is exactly correct
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#lmao#as hard as it is to imagine roy ever admitting to asking a stupid question the facial expressions just work too perfectly 🤣#edits
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‘Jamie is the best man in the RoyKeeley wedding’ ‘Jamie marries Roy’s sister’ ‘Jamie gets Roy and Keeley back together’ ‘keeley cuts off Jamie officially’
you can literally just be friends with someone you used to be romantic with and there’s no need to put a character into a weird -I will never ever be a threat again I promise!!!- box. The show solidifies they’re all in each others lives forever no matter what. Why force a nuanced dynamic into an incredibly black and white situation?
#^^^#you don't have to ship ot3 it's fine!#but you don't have to send jamie to a fucking nunnery either ffs#believe it or not someone can be close friends with you and incredibly important to you#WITHOUT it threatening or damaging your monogamous relationship#EVEN IF(!!!) you don't take every single conceivable measure to lock them into a little friendzone box#crazy ik#text
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”We need to get you into a hospital.” 👀👀
Thanks for the prompt! I hope you enjoy this little ficlet,
Jamie calls in sick for morning training with an upset stomach, but Roy has a hunch that something more serious is wrong.
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The new key scrapes in the lock, stiff and awkward, mimicking how Roy feels. He shouldn’t be here, using the spare key Jamie gave him only last week. But something hadn’t been right with that phone call. Something in Jamie’s voice said this was more than an upset stomach, more than the minor inconvenience Jamie had waved off with I’ll be fine, coach.
And now, Jamie hadn’t answered the door.
“Jamie?” Roy calls out as he steps into the dark and quiet house. “It’s me, where are you?”
There’s a muffled curse from upstairs and Roy follows it to find Jamie curled up in bed, feverish, shivering and pale.
“The fuck you doing here, Roy? I called to cancel, didn’t I?” Jamie doesn’t sound sure of himself at all and Roy’s worry cranks up another gear.
“Came anyway. Wanted to make sure you weren’t faking,” Roy lies.
“Oh. Thanks.”
Jamie’s voice is flat, void of emotion and Roy’s not sure if he’s seen straight through Roy’s excuse or it’s simply exhausted sarcasm. There’s no bravado here, Jamie’s not even trying to pretend he’s feeling anything other than awful.
“This doesn’t look like food poisoning.”
“Mmm,” Jamie sluggishly answers and Roy’s hand is on Jamie’s forehead before he remembers that this isn’t Phoebe, this is a fully gown man who is--
Shit.
Burning up like a hot furnace.
“Did you take anything?” Roy asks.
“Some painkillers, just waiting for them to kick in.”
“When did you take them?”
“A while ago,” Jamie replies miserably.
They clearly haven’t helped much, Jamie’s wrapped protectively around his stomach, and Roy recognises the careful breathing of someone trying to control pain. It sparks a distant memory for Roy. Of being curled up around pain, of his mum’s hand brushing through his hair before he was bundled up in blankets and rushed to the doctor.
“Show me where it hurts?”
Jamie groans, but Roy can’t remember the last time he didn’t do what his coach asked of him and the duvet is reluctantly pulled down. Jamie waves at the area Roy was afraid of. Telegraphing his movements slowly, Roy waits until he gets a confused nod from Jamie before he presses down on his lower abdomen, careful but firm. Jamie moans in pain, swiping ineffectively at Roy’s hands. But when Roy lets go--
Jamie shouts in pain.
“Fucking hell, Roy. The fuck you do that for?” Jamie eventually gets out, his voice shaking as much as his body and he rides out the waves of agony.
Fuck.
“We need to get you to a hospital.”
“What?” Jamie whispers, confused, as if Roy’s just told him he’s dying. “Why?”
“I’m not a doctor, but my sister is and I also had appendicitis when I was ten,”
Jamie’s eyes turn wide but he doesn’t move.
“Look, if I’m wrong you can have a pass on burpees for the month,” Roy offers, not adding that if he’s right then Jamie will still be getting that pass on burpees, for a lot longer than a month. “But you need to get this checked out.”
“Fucking hate burpees,” Jamie mutters but he’s moving, cautiously getting himself upright with Roy’s hand steadying him.
An hour later, Jamie’s off to emergency surgery.
And Roy sits in the waiting room, really fucking glad he didn’t ignore that feeling in his gut.
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