- I know a lot of people are shit-talking your hair online.

- They’re WHAT?

Ted Lasso + Moms.

You are not lost, my sexy little baby. You're just not sure which direction you're going yet.

Lately, I've been leaning toward kindness. For @drakkywolfe

You’re not lost, my sexy little baby. You’re just not sure which direction you’re going in yet. 

LEANNE BEST as GEORGIE TARTT Ted Lasso 3.11 | Mom City

TED LASSO (2020-) || 1X06 // 3X11

Okay, love you, mommy.

Roy staring in shock and horror at Jamie being cuddled by his mummy while he tells her all about his hair woes because Roy realizes that this will be his life now, the day before in the boot room was not a one-off thing, this is how it’s going to go whenever Jamie’s upset about something: he’s going to cling to Roy like a koala and Roy will be expected to pet his hair and say something encouraging and not tell him to fuck off and that’s some fucking insane bullshit, isn’t it, because Roy knows too, without a shadow of a doubt, that he’s going to do it.

is this roy or keeley speaking (or both??) your choice 🫶🏻

in honor of season 3 finale tomorrow i giveth assorted memes

jamie tartt's surprisingly soft house

Hello my Apple+ trial ends in 14 minutes and I used my last screencaping seconds to make this post

SO when I watched through every time we went to Jamie's house (which I think was only 4 times, but see above I don't have time to check rn)

I was blown away by how much it clashed with Jamie's personal aesthetic. He actually describes it as "zippers, hoods or graffiti...where is the graffiti?"

Not in your house babe

Aside from some touches like lamps shaped like firearms, the house is all light colors, clean lines, candles, flowers and soft unique white lights. Bb keeps his mirror in front of the well maintained modest garden so he can look at two forms of beauty at once

It was weird and felt like a product of lack of thought going into the house aside from some weird lamps untillllllll

We go to his mom and stepdad's house back on the council estate and it's soft and gentle. The house feels like a secret world, white unique white lights, and floral paintings. It's so safe, this young man who has been on guard and masking for three seasons melts into safety.

His unusually soft gentle house is bringing the safety of home down to London with him. I have a theory that he bought this house thinking his mom and even Simon could come visit or even move in. He probably has tried to buy her a house more than once--huge ones, beautiful ones with big windows, but Georgie just wanted him to buy the council house for her, she's made a good home there. Still, Jamie chooses where and how to live just in case she decides to come move in. Maybe can't admit that the maintained garden, the floral paintings are for him too.

1.06 // 3.11

Jamie being weirdly good at singing and always willing to silly sing along to anything Phoebe plays. But he actually has a good voice

The first time Roy heard him genuinely singing he thought it was a YouTube video or something until he realized it was coming from their shower.

He whipped the curtain back causing Jamie to scream. “Are you fucking singing?” Jamie blushes. “Yeah but if you’re annoyed by it I’ll stop.” Roy can’t shake his head fast enough. “You know how hot it is listening to you sing?” Jamie’s mouth drops into an o shape. “Nope had no idea please show me.”

Jamie hums all the time around anyone but actual singing seems to be for Roy only.

Until one weekend they’re with Jamie’s mom and Simon and Roy hears Georgie singing to the radio, Jamie joins in a second later. They sound fabulous together.

Roy is leaning in the doorway to the kitchen when Simon finds him. “Magic isn’t it. Been like that together forever. Jams dad didn’t like them singing. The first time they sang around me I cried.”

Roy can only nod. When they’re in bed later he kisses Jamie, “thank you for singing around me.” Jamie blinks at him. He grins, “thank you for liking it.”

“I love you baby.” Jamie wiggles impossibly closer, “love you too Roy.”

roy kent jokingly flirts with his former rival turned friend turned lover’s mum. jamie tartt’s mum. at first just to get under his skin, just to get a laugh, because the devil started it first with roy’s sister. but then… jamie keeps inviting roy home with him. whenever he visits in manchester… roy is there.

and roy is so grateful to be included, to be considered safe enough to be allowed in. but the thing is, roy still can’t stop staring, mouth agape and at a loss for words, at how consistently cuddly and openly affectionate georgie is with her son. roy is suddenly overcome with a longing long-buried in his fractured heart. for a loving maternal relationship in his life that wasn’t instead discarded for a 9 year old kid to be shipped off to sunderland. for him to ever know what it is to be nurtured. and one afternoon he’s just stuck there, paralyzed in a trance; seeing jamie get his hair softly pet again, head draped careless across his mum’s lap again. and georgie looks at roy. and roy looks at georgie. and she gives him a very unmistakable irrefutable nod of the chin.

and somehow roy kent, pushing 40, barely a stone’s throw away her junior, is leaning his own head gently by georgie’s offered knee. oppositely resting his skull against jamie’s, their fingers eventually finding each other’s. a lighter hand above alternating between untangling walnut mist strands and twirling midnight brown curls. he can listen to jamie ramble on, sometimes finds himself joining in with his own mundane complaints. both always met with the reliable “yeah, obviously” and “i know, luv.” the occasional pep talk of reassurance: that roy is also amazing, that being up on jamie’s wall is proof enough of his worth, that roy is never not gonna turn out alright either. and maybe jamie was right, in that sometimes roy can let himself be a sexy little baybeh too. the lovable prick chimes in when he can’t help it, and it all settles something deep in roy’s chest. like he’s really become a part of something sacred and special.

maybe here, bewilderedly staring up at the very same ceiling jamie tartt has vulnerably unraveled himself under countless times, roy kent is allowed. and these days, roy does get his goodbye mum hug for the road, and he still does part ways with an i love you. but now he can’t hold back the burning in his eyes when she adds on “son” to the end of hers, like an afterthought. who is he to deny a welcoming family, after all these years?

in my heart of hearts, roy's thought process in mom city goes something like "georgie is really hot i'd totally sleep with her." and then "she looks a lot like jamie." in quick succession. and fails to connect those dots in any meaningful way lmao.

I understand this might be us being delusional as shippers but like, Big Same vkbjkhk.

Also I largely agree with what many people have tagged the poll, in that it's an interesting combo soup that also includes him trying to exaggerate his flirting to tease Jamie AND he's just blown away by all the things about Jamie that are now Solidifying in his mind AND he's got his own mummy issues and wants Georgie to cradle HIM like she's cradling Jamie :( AND he's realizing how Young Jamie is and that he really spent like two years of his life beefing with a 23 year old as an almost 40 yr old man. Oh AND that now he feels Funny about that same 20-something yr old in an entirely different way he cannot yet name and does that make him a creep? And then allll of those thoughts circle back around to "god but Georgie is pretty" and the brain has gone entirely offline and the result is the fumbling bumbling mess we see on screen (like he is all but slobbering over himself all kiss me Georgie love me Georgie we have NEVER seen that man down so bad so quickly I 😭 Roy get a grip!!! Roy pull it together!!! Get UP! He fascinates me).

no but the way jamie just completely sheds all pretense around his mom, turning into a little boy again around her

and how simon is so opposite of james — bright smile, wearing an apron, gives a fond “ah, there they go” when jamie and his mom have a hugfest, asks if anyone wants “sweet treats” that he’s made, calls the kitchen his laboratory

how jamie’s mom validates him for even stupid things like his hair

how she’s so patient, offering him help when he needs it (“you mean impotent?”) but otherwise just letting him work through things on his own time without being rushed

the way she cries at recalling what it was like to learn jamie had been named to the england national team, how proud she is of him, how she wears not only a richmond jersey but the most recent richmond jersey, glued to the tv to watch her son play

I LOVE HERRR