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i think one of the absolute rawest fucking lines in 911 is when karen says to eva “all of the people i love the most belonged to you first” like. can you imagine. carrying that knot of fear with you every day of your life. it telling you that how ever much the most important people in your life are yours, they started out being someone else’s. and that constant background worry that it’s not something you get to keep, actually, because the claim you have on them always runs the risk of being challenged. and all you can do is love them and choose them and fight for them anyway

#writers were on smth bro when they dropped that shit #henren #karen wilson #hen wilson #9 1 1 fox

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ignore it and you will still have the best year ever bc you deserve beautiful things

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chimney spam texts maddie confirmed...need a man who is obsessed with me like this....

#madney #9 1 1 #chimney han #maddie buckley

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thinking abt how we were robbed from more may and maddie moments

#like they were literally taking cute photo booth pics together in s03e18 #may grant #maddie buckley #9 1 1

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If you have any information, please contact Howard Han on 310-555-0176 Inspired by @maddieandchimney’s post (Maddie’s Missing Poster)

#9 1 1 #madney #maddie buckley #chimney han

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Madney kisses

requested by @thebuckley-hans

#911 fox #madney #maddie buckley #chimney han

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#family <3

#theyre a family ur honour #even during the rough bits #theyre still a family #madney #chimney han #maddie buckley #9 1 1

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Brett Goldstein in Hannah Waddingham: Home for Christmas

#brett goldstein #hannah waddingham #hannah waddingham home for christmas

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6x14 -> Pay it Forward

#the way hen wipes his face over her own kills me #henrietta the woman u are #hen wilson #evan buckley #9 1 1 fox

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to everyone saying the solution is abed being nonbinary:

you did it, you son of a bitch, you fixed jt

ppl ask me sometimes, how can you think annie's a lesbian but ship her with abed sometimes but also be a trobed truther but then turn around with trobedison?

and the answer is simple, i just—

*runs away*

#annie edison #abed nadir #troy barnes #trobedison #trobed #abedison

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ppl ask me sometimes, how can you think annie's a lesbian but ship her with abed sometimes but also be a trobed truther but then turn around with trobedison?

and the answer is simple, i just—

*runs away*

#they're like separate realities to me #thats how #trobed #trobedison #abedison #community #annie edison #troy barnes #abed nadir

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I'll say it once and I'll say it again, sydney shouldve ended up with lenny in sydney white

#sydney white

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Asked You To Write It Down For Me

The anguished-kicked-puppy-dog-eyes Jamie was wearing were just becoming too much for Roy to handle. Every time Roy chanced a look at Jamie’s phone, he would see him staring longingly at a photograph of Georgie and Simon. Then, he would open his text threads to type, erase, and retype texts to Georgie only to shut off his screen at the last minute.

The cherry on top of this fuckin’ horrible sundae was when Roy found Jamie crying by himself in the living room the other day. Jamie never revealed the reason for the breakdown but, it doesn’t take a genius to see that he was feeling insanely guilty over missing Mother’s Day this year because of some brand deal shoot he couldn’t get out of. 

Roy had decided that enough was enough and rang up Georgie himself to tell her that he and Jamie were coming to Manchester for the weekend to have a belated Mother’s Day. 

The belated Mother’s Day, however, is still in the works as Jamie and Simon are currently running around shops to try and find the ingredients for some stellar meal they’re going to cook up for Georgie. 

With those two out, Roy is left in charge of entertaining her and he starts the evening off strong by pouring her a hefty glass of the fancy wine Roy helped Jamie pick out for her. 

“It’s always nice to have you and Jamie around.” Georgie says as she leans against the arm of the couch, her feet on the cushions, “It’s especially nice when you two bring posh wine.”

Roy snorts as he hands her the wine before making his way to sit down on the other end of the couch, facing her, with his own glass filled to the brim. 

“Well, Jamie has been missing you a lot, recently,” he says, leaving out the details to keep her from worrying, “He doesn’t like that he couldn’t make it for Mother’s Day.”

“I told that lad already that he shouldn’t worry.” she says exasperated, “It don’t matter to me when he comes down as long as he knows he’s always welcome.”

“Yeah, well, you know, Jamie.”

Georgie hums thoughtfully before taking a swig of the wine.

“This is good shit, my God,” she mumbles to herself before addressing Roy, “What about you? What did you get up to on Mother’s Day?”

Roy freezes. 

Usually, when people ask about his parents, he gives them the bare details or tells them to piss off, and seeing as he’s speaking to Jamie’s mother, he can’t exactly do either of those options. He doesn’t want Georgie to think that Roy’s some arsehole that’s going to be a bad influence on Jamie. 

Instead, he bides his time by swishing the wine around in his glass, being careful not to spill it. 

“My mum and I— We aren’t like you and Jamie.” Roy explains after a moment, “She and my dad, uh, they’re not really big parts of mine or Ruth’s life. I mean, they did fuck all when Ruth’s piece of shit husband left her and they didn’t even find the time to visit when Phoebe was born, and— I don’t know, they’re not bad people but, they’re not emotionally available.”

“Only person in my life that was, was my Grandad.” he says, smiling into the rim of his glass as he takes a sip in between words, “Then, he died while I was in Sunderland.”

“Jamie told me you went to Sunderland when you were only nine years old, right?” she asks.

He wants to ask if Jamie mentioned this when he was still a fanboy and it was some fun fuckin’ fact about him in a magazine or if he mentioned it to her when they started seeing each other. 

He holds off on it though. He’s not sure why. 

“Yeah,” he answers, “Sometimes, I look at Phoebe and I think about sending her off to fuckin’ Manchester for just the day and I have a heart attack. I don’t know how my parents could do that.”

I don’t know how my parents could do that to me. 

Georgie must be a fuckin’ mind-reader or some shit or maybe she could understand what he was implying because she reaches over to his side of the couch and places a comforting hand on his knee.

Much too quickly for his liking, she pulls off and recedes back to her side. 

“I remember the day that I sent Jamie off for the U-18,” she says as she reaches behind her and grabs a photo of Jamie from that time, the one where he’s grinning so hard at his mum behind the camera, “It broke me heart to do that. The only thing that kept me from flagging that bus down was knowing that he was safer than he was ever going to be here.”

Georgie places the photo back in its place delicately. 

Roy doesn’t comment on how she’s wiping away tears from her eyes.

It might be that moment of vulnerability that Georgie’s letting him witness or it might just be the wine he’s been going to town on that’s got him pissed enough to say this but, the next thing he knows, his mouth is opening and—

“It’s, uh, it’s nice being able to talk about these things,” he stammers, looking away when Georgie sends him a warm smile, “I’ve never really had that with a parent before. Not that I think of you as my mum or something because—”

Wordlessly, she cuts him off by plucking his wine glass and setting aside, along with her own. Then, she tugs Roy in by the wrist until he’s close enough for her to haul him into her arms. 

For a minute, he stays absolutely fuckin’ still, like maybe this is an illusion he can shatter by moving too much. Then, he decides fuck it, and fully leans in, reminiscent of the way he first saw Jamie and Georgie interact. 

“It’s okay, Roy,” she whispers as she tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, “I can have two sexy little babies.”

#roy kent #jamie tartt #georgie ted lasso #ted lasso #royjamie #~fic~

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do you ever think about how maddie's depression started when she was 9-10 years old? think about just how young that is. imagine such a little kid, seeing her parents suffocating under grief that no one is allowed to about, and seeing her little brother, not even 3 years old, already loved more by his sister, who's still in elementary school and shouldn't know what it's like to grieve, than by his parents who put all of their trust in him and abandoned him when he wasn't a miracle.

she grew up so fast.

#every day i wake up and i think to myself maybe itll be a good day #and then i rmber baby maddie buckley forced to hold the weight of both the grief of losing her brother and having to hide his existence #and i get sad again #maddie buckley #9 1 1 fox

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Being back in Amsterdam feels like an ongoing bout of deja vu for Ted. With every road they travel on, with every building they pass, he feels like he’s sixteen again.

He feels like the only reason he’s alive is because his mother just lost her husband

Every once in a while, he has to shake himself out of the feeling. He reminds himself that he isn’t sixteen anymore. He’s forty-eight now and the reason he’s alive is…

Well, he’s not quite sure but, that’s gotta be half the adventure, right?

Right?

After Kenneth drops them back off at the hotel, Ted leaves the boys to sort themselves out and he and Beard make their way back to their own rooms.

He goes to slide his key card to open his door when he decides that maybe he and Beard should do something tonight too.

Who says the boys are the only ones that need to have fun?

“Hey,” he says, holding his key card still between his fingers, “You wanna do something tonight?”

Beard clicks his tongue.

“No can do.” he answers as he slides his card down the reader, “I got plans already. I would invite you but…”

Ted waves his concerns away as he unlocks his own door.

“I get it, it just ain’t my thing.” he says as he pushes open the door, “You have fun, though, Beardo.”

“Will do!”

Inside his own room, Ted fishes his cellphone out of his pocket and immediately scrolls to his most recent text threads.

He shoots off a quick text to Rebecca. Before he can even begin resigning to spending a quiet night in, he hears a chime from his phone.

Looking down, he finds a message waiting for him.

Sure!

-

As they walk around the museum, Ted finds his eyes drifting away from the pieces and towards the people looking at them.

An elderly couple tug at each other in every direction as they excitedly point at different pieces with the same level of enthusiasm each time.

A father lifts his toddler onto his shoulder so he’s able to see a high-hanging painting.

A group of teenagers on a school trip stare at their teacher blank-faced as he explains the history behind each piece.

“I’ll admit, I’m surprised you wanted to go to the Van Gogh museum.” Rebecca pipes up from beside him, “It doesn’t seem quite up your alley.”

The question is innocent enough but it still has him on edge.

“You’re right,” he answers as he shoves his hands into his pockets, “But it holds a special place in my heart.”

Near one of the less concentrated areas of the museum, Rebecca brings them to a stop, shooting him an expectant look with a small smile on her face.

The warmth of it all brings him off the edge.

“I, uh, I came here on a class trip after my father passed away.” Ted explains, his voice hitching at the mention of his father, “It was the first time after the funeral that I felt that maybe, just maybe, I could get back to normal. That I could be a kid again.”

The ever-present knot in his chest begins to tighten, impossibly so, as he’s finished speaking.

For a moment, he’s worried that he’s going to have a panic-attack in the middle of Amsterdam and that he’s going to be plastered on every front page, every landing page, and God-forbid Twitter gets a hold of it—

Then, he feels Rebecca gently but firmly rub her hand along his arm and the knot loosens ever so slightly.

“I came here on a class trip, as well, y’know,” she says softly, “I didn’t have any major development here but, it’s still a fond memory. Every night, me and my friends would stay up late and talk about all the cute Dutch boys. Well, except for me.”

The obvious attempt at distraction is more than enough for Ted to relax again. He finds himself pulled away from the fuzzy memories and focusing on the story at hand.

“Why’s that?” he questions.

“Found myself an American.”

Rebecca smirks at him before facing the painting.

He follows her line of sight and finds himself, once again, face to face with Van Gogh’s infamous sunflowers. To this day, he still has a gripe with the man and his flower of choice.

“Never got why Van Gogh decided to paint some sunflowers, I mean there are about a—”

“Bajillion other flowers to choose from?”

He whips his head to look at Rebecca, who looks equally shocked.  

In that moment, he travels back to 1991 and feels like a teenager again but, not in the awful way he’s been feeling since he stepped foot onto Dutch soil.

No, Ted feels like the way he was supposed to feel when he was actually sixteen. He feels nervous and excited and giddy and, oddly enough, like he’s about to have his final growth spurt.

Rebecca must have the same epiphany as her own mouth drops wide open.

Then, the two of them meet eyes and begin to laugh loudly, capturing the attention of other patrons, just like they did in 1991.

“Oh my God!” he says through a chuckle, “You were Becca! How did we not know before?”

“In my defence,” she explains as she raises her hand in mock-surrender, “I assumed Lasso was a common surname in Kansas.”

Shaking his head, Ted turns to look back at good ‘ole Van Gogh’s sunflowers with a newfound appreciation

“Wow,” he mumbles more to himself than to Rebecca, “I can’t believe the cute British girl I had a crush on is now my boss.”

“You had a crush on me?”

His face grows red in record time. He freezes in place so as to not let Rebecca catch wind of this.

“Oh, what, like you didn’t?” he deflects as he absolutely refuses to look her in the eye, “Who just kisses strangers on their cheek?”

“I was sixteen!” Rebecca hisses as she hits him with her clutch, “Forgive me for not knowing the ropes!”

“Well, thanks to you not knowing the ropes, I spent the rest of junior year fantasizing about the possibility of meeting you again!”

The conversation comes to a halt as Rebecca remains silent to his unprompted confession.

Nice going, Lasso! Way to make it awkward!

Biting the bullet, Ted chances a look at her face, afraid of her reaction, only to find there to be none.

Instead, she’s studying him intently like he’s some quiz she’s gotta ace.

“Do you want to get out here and grab a coffee?” she asks, after a moment of heavy silence.

“Hell to the yes!”

Time, Wondrous Time

The first time Ted Lasso and Rebecca Welton meet is not in her office at Nelson Road in 2020.

No, the first time Ted Lasso and Rebecca Welton meet is in the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam in 1991.

Keep reading

#tedbecca #ted lasso #rebecca welton #~fic~

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Time, Wondrous Time

The first time Ted Lasso and Rebecca Welton meet is not in her office at Nelson Road in 2020.

No, the first time Ted Lasso and Rebecca Welton meet is in the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam in 1991.

It had been his mother’s idea to go on the school trip. She had a love of travelling that Ted couldn’t wrap his head around and she wanted to share that with him so he could go and live out some of her dreams for her. 

At least, that’s what she said. 

Ted knows that the real reason that she sent him off to Amsterdam was to get him out of the house.

It’s funny. 

Before everything with his father went down, his mother used to scold him for running around town with his friends, begging him to just stay inside for one night. 

Now, she begs at his bedroom door every night for him to come down and eat dinner. 

It’s funny in the worst way possible. 

His mother had told him that she didn’t want him to miss out on any memories with his classmates and Ted didn’t have the heart to tell her that he didn’t care much about memories. In fact, these days, Ted doesn’t care much about anything anymore. 

That’s how he ends up in some museum having a staring contest with some damned sunflowers. 

“What did Van Gogh ever do to you?” he hears a British accent pipe up from behind him.

He turns to the source of the sound and finds a girl about his age dressed in a school uniform.

Her blonde hair is tied up in a neat ponytail with a couple of stray pieces framing her face. She’s so tall that he has to check that she isn’t wearing six-inch stilettos. She flashes him a smile and he can see the pink bands of her braces. 

His palms grow clammy and he wipes them on his slacks as sneakily as possible. 

“Uh…I...” he stammers, “Just don’t really get the appeal of sunflowers, there’s about a bajillion better flowers to choose from.”

She barks out a laugh.

“Is that your real accent?” 

His heart sinks.

He should’ve known better. How on Earth would a girl like her, who's probably from some expensive part of England, be into the whole Yankee Doodle situation he's got going on?

Ted simply nods before turning his attention back to Van Gogh and his damned sunflowers. 

“I like it.” she says warmly as she walks over to stand beside him, “Where’s it from?”

“Uh, Kansas.” he answers, “What about you? Where are you from?”

“Surrey.”

“Oh, I was just asking where you’re from.” he repeats as he faces her front on, enunciating a little bit more. 

She gives him an odd look. 

“Surrey… As in South East England.”

“Oh!” Ted exclaims, “I thought you were just saying sorry!”

She laughs loudly, breaking some silent rule or two in the museum as they garner the attention of other patrons. 

Ted pays them no mind as he stares at the way she throws her head back chuckling. He smiles when he hears her snort.  

“What’s your name?” he asks. 

“Becca Welton.”

He offers his hand and Becca accepts it, shaking it firmly like she’s probably been taught in those posh etiquette classes. 

“Theodore Lasso.” 

In the corner of the room, he sees girls dressed in the same uniform as Becca begin to make their way to an adult holding a clipboard. 

“Hey Becca, I think your class might be leaving.”

He points in the direction of the group. As soon as Becca makes eye contact with the group, they begin to motion her over urgently, tapping insistently at imaginary watches. 

“Oh, shit, thanks” she answers, “It was nice meeting you, Theodore.”

For a moment, Becca doesn’t make any move to leave despite her words indicating a goodbye. Instead, she stares at his face intensely. For a moment, Ted's worried he broke some cultural norm and Becca is going to sock him in the jaw for it. 

Then, she grabs a hold of both of his shoulders and reels him in to press a short kiss to his cheek. 

Becca backs away shortly after, burning bright red. She turns away without another word and rushes over to her class, her ponytail flicking back and forth as she goes.

Dazed, Ted brings a hand up to his cheek to feel the sticky imprint Becca’s lip gloss left. 

Maybe, Amsterdam wouldn’t be all bad. 

#ted lasso #rebecca welton #tedbecca #~fic~

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"And then he was gone. And I knew right then and there that I was never going to let anybody get by me without understanding they might be hurting inside, you know. Cause life, it's hard. It's real hard."

#ted lasso