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makethatelevenrings · 11 months

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Somewhere Only We Know - THREE

Chapter Warnings: swearing, spoilers for 2x02

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You were so engrossed in searching for an audio for this TikTok that when a knock sounded on your door, you nearly launched your phone in surprise. A guy with a young face and big brown eyes peeked around your door and let out a quiet greeting.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said.

“No, no. No scaring at all,” you exclaimed. “You must be Colin Hughes.”

He was the first player on your list to meet with to discuss social media plans. Keeley helped you set up an online calendar that she sent out to every player with your information and the instructions to pick out a meeting time. Most players opted to do it before or after training which meant you had a few hours of work in between meeting with everyone.

“Come in,” you said. “I know you all are on strict diets but I baked these yesterday. It won’t break my heart if you can’t have one, that just leaves more for me and Keeley.”

A tray of cupcakes sat on the table next to your desk. You had baked them in a flurry of inspiration last night. A mixture of vanilla and chocolate cupcakes, you piped on green frosting and then black and white frosting to represent the ball. It was cute, in your opinion, but you hadn’t posted anything until after the players saw them so you could know if it was embarrassing or not.

“Oh, wicked,” Colin exclaimed. He took a vanilla cupcake and then settled himself in the plush office chair on the other side of your desk. “These are fucking amazing.”

“Thank you. Now, this doesn’t have to be a super formal conversation, y’know? I took a gander at everyone’s profiles and saw that you’re really passionate about Welsh independence.”

“Is that an issue?” He looked a bit sheepish and you shook your head.

“Nah, if anything it makes you more personable. My only issue would be if you’re a fascist fuck, but I don’t think that’s part of Plaid Cymru’s platform, right?”

A grin grew on his face and you laughed. “Listen, Hughes, I might be a social media manager, but I’m not dumb.”

“Didn’t think you were but it’s nice to know for sure.” His phone buzzed and he glanced down at it, the corners of his lips tugging down into a frown. You immediately caught onto his attitude shift and titled your head to the side.

“Something wrong?” you asked. He shrugged and pocketed his phone before crossing his arms over his chest.

“Nah, just some stuff with the team.”

“And my job is to know what’s going on with the team,” you pointed out. “So spill.”

Colin sighed and pulled his phone out once more. He pulled something up on the screen and then passed it over to you. A photo of Coach Lasso seated with the one and only Jamie Tartt was on the screen. Oh. Was Lasso asking him back on the team?

“When Tartt was last year, he was a right fucking tart. I wanted to be liked so I went along with it sometimes, but he was a knob to me too. I like coach, but I don’t know what he’s thinking.”

You handed his phone back to him and shrugged. “Just because he might be coming back doesn’t mean you have to act any differently. If you were a knob, I’d have called you out the second you walked into my office. Are you really going to let one guy ruin the person you’ve become?”

He considered your words for a moment and then nodded. “Thanks, yeah. I guess I needed to hear that.”

Sitting back with a victorious smile on your lips, you turned your attention back to your desktop which had his Instagram pulled up. “Now, let’s talk about your social media presence. You post frequently and have great engagement with fans, which is perfect. Keeley gave me the list of desired sponsorships so while she puts pressure on their marketing teams, I’m going to come up with a plan to make your accounts appeal to their brand. How does that sound?”

“Good, good. Can you show me how to do reels? Isaac said mine look like shit.”

“Bold words for a man who livetweets every episode of Bridgerton.”

Two days later, you found yourself bundling up in AFC Richmond gear thanks to the bitterly cold temperatures outside. Of course, today was the day you started photographing practice for social media. While Keeley sat inside the warm offices, you were forced into going outside. The blonde promised hot cocoa when you returned, ordered on the company card, so you readily agreed to freezing your nose off. Maybe the cold would help you stay awake too.

What had started as a night of planning out your next round of posts and recipes turned into cyberstalking Jamie Tartt. There were pages dedicated to fans ooing and ahhing over his skills on and off the field. Yet every single interview you saw of his showed just how truly egotistical the man was. It seemed as though he was incapable of discussing anything other than himself, whether it was boasting about his soccer skills or how he pulls women.

You had to admit that his soccer skills were pretty fucking good, even based on your limited knowledge of the game. One video of Jamie Tartt’s best plays turned into two and then it was one in the morning and you needed to be up at seven. Fuck.

That’s how you found yourself here, in the tunnel leading out to the Racetrack. Your breath puffed out in visible clouds against the frosty winter air and you grimaced. This was going to be the longest two hours of your life.

“Ah, fuck,” you murmured as you tried to remove the cap from your camera lens. The bright AFC Richmond blue and red gloves that Higgins gave you were incredibly warm, but the fleece made it hard to maneuver things. The cap popped off and promptly fell to the ground, landing at your feet.

“Fucking fabulous,” you huffed. You bent down to grab it but a hand already enclosed around the small piece of plastic. Standing back up to your full height, you came face to face with the one and only Jamie Tartt. He extended the cap towards you and you grasped it, feeling the warmth he emanated through your gloves.

“Thanks,” you said shortly. “Back at it, then? Good luck.”

“I don’t need luck,” he replied, almost as if it were a reflex. You raised an eyebrow at his conceited response and shrugged.

“Alright then, choke for all I care.”

With that, you glided past Jamie and out onto the turf to start taking photos. You had no time or energy to worry about him and his ego. The sooner you got all the photos you needed, the sooner you could get into the warm stadium once more.

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roamwithahungryheart · 1 year

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Celeb Bake-Off is currently airing, and after talking to @rebeccasbiscuits I felt I had to make good on my thoughts and actually write a headcanon for this.

Behold, The Great AFC Richmond Bake-Off.

Ted: Brings boxes of biscuits for everyone on the first day. Bakes peppernut cookies and MoKan pie. First Star Baker of the series.

Rebecca: Reveals she made Nora's most recent birthday cake, recreates it for a showstopper. Uses rose water at least once. Ted & Rebecca check on each other a lot.

Keeley: Puts edible glitter on everything. EVERYTHING. Lots of antics with Noel because he admires the whimsy. Wins Star Baker for a unicorn-themed croquembouche showstopper.

Roy: Almost everything he says is bleeped out. Slams the oven door off its hinges by accident in a moment of frustration. Lots of close-ups of his hands (the Bake-Off camera crew knows what we want). One of his showstoppers is inspired by Phoebe. Roy's Yoga Mums tweet about him obsessively.

Higgins: Technical baker. Talks to the camera a lot. Jazz scats while he waits for the oven to ping.

Isaac: Extremely enthusiastic about everything he bakes. Even when it goes horribly wrong.

Jamie: Absolute disaster but really confident about it. Literally every meme on the Bake-Off Reactions Instagram is about him. Bakes Manchester Tarts for the signature. Every time he's in last place he asks if he's going home, even though it's a charity event with no eliminations.

Beard: The underdog. Secretly brilliant baker. Lots of traditional English bakes. Sends a photo of every bake to Jane. Wins Star Baker twice in a row.

Sam: Incorporates lots of family recipes into his bakes. Taste tests his bakes and does a little dance when he's happy with it. Twitter loves him (naturally).

Jan Maas: Scientific baker. Gets flour everywhere. Surprisingly aggressive kneading. Constantly asking for time calls.

Colin: Extremely Welsh bakes. Dan Beasley-Harling's 'gay bread' has got nothing on Colin's (which is also about Welsh independence).

Dani: Dessert sculpture made from churros entitled 'mucho, mucho joy'. Hype man of the tent. Offers to help carry people's showstoppers.

#Ted Lasso #headcanon #gbbo #shitpost #Rebecca Welton #Leslie Higgins #Keeley Jones #Roy Kent #Colin Hughes #Dani Rojas #Sam Obisanya #Coach Beard #Jamie Tartt #Isaac Mcadoo #AFC Richmond #The Great British Bake-Off

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justforbooks · 3 months

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The much-quoted phrase “Grief is the price we pay for love” reached a global audience in 2001 when Queen Elizabeth II used it in her message of condolence to those affected by the 9/11 attacks in the US.

But it was the psychiatrist Colin Murray Parkes, who has died aged 95, who first came up with the words that have given solace to so many. In his 1972 book Bereavement: Studies of Grief in Adult Life, he wrote: “The pain of grief is just as much a part of life as the joy of love; it is, perhaps, the price we pay for love.”

When Parkes first proposed a research project on bereavement while working as a psychiatrist at the Maudsley hospital in south London in the 1960s, a professor responded: “What you have described isn’t a project, it’s a life’s work.” And so it proved.

Having noted that grief rarely featured in the indexes of the best-known psychiatry textbooks, he went on to write and co-author hundreds of research papers, and further books including Facing Death (1981); Death and Bereavement Across Cultures (1997); and Love and Loss: The Roots of Grief and Its Complications (2006). A selection of his works was published in 2015 as The Price of Love.

He was regularly called upon to provide assistance in the aftermath of large-scale disasters and admitted to finding this harrowing. Recalling his visit to Aberfan, the Welsh village near Merthyr Tydfil where a colliery waste tip collapsed on 21 October 1966, killing 116 children and 28 adults, he said: “The first time I drove away from the village I felt utterly helpless. Everyone I talked to had been desperate. I had to stop the car three times because I couldn’t carry on. I just needed to stop and cry.”

In April 1995 he was in Rwanda at the invitation of Unicef, who asked for his help in setting up a recovery programme following the previous year’s genocide there. He attended the reburial of 10,000 bodies that had been dug up from mass graves and felt haunted by his experiences in the country for the rest of his life.

After the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center in September 2001, in which 2,977 people died, Cruse – the bereavement charity of which Parkes was life president – was asked to send a team to New York to support the families of British victims. The biggest problem, he recalled, was making real to those families the unimaginable horror that their loved one was never going to come back. “Bereaved people can make it real, but it does take a long time. They have to go over it again and again, and think their way through it,” he said in an interview in the Independent shortly afterwards.

He also worked with those affected by the 1973 air crash near Basel, Switzerland, in which 108 died, mainly women from Axbridge, Somerset; the Bradford City stadium fire in 1985, in which 56 lost their lives; the Herald of Free Enterprise disaster in which 193 died after the ferry capsized near Zeebrugge, Belgium, in 1987; and the bomb explosion in a flight over Lockerbie, Scotland, in 1988 that killed 243 passengers, 16 crew and 11 residents. Parkes also travelled to India to assess the psychological needs of people bereaved by the 2004 Indian Ocean tsunami.

He said: “One of the most awful things about bereavement is that the world goes on as if nothing had happened. For bereaved people the world is never going to be the same again.”

Born in London, Colin was the son of Gwen (nee Roberts), and Eric Parkes, a solicitor. After attending Epsom college, in Surrey, he went to Westminster hospital medical school (now part of Imperial College London), qualifying as a doctor in 1951.

He worked for two years as a junior house physician at Westminster, then at Kettering general hospital in the Midlands. After two years’ national service with the RAF medical corps, he joined the Institute of Psychiatry, based at the Maudsley.

Following the publication of his research into bereavement in 1962, he joined the Tavistock Institute of Human Relations. There he worked with the psychologist John Bowlby for 13 years, disseminating the model of grief as consisting of four stages: numbness; pining; disorganisation and despair; and recovery.

Parkes was also instrumental in the introduction of bereavement services in hospices from the 1960s. He worked closely with Cicely Saunders – “the single-minded mother of palliative care with whom I shared angst at the scandalous ways our fellow doctors were treating patients faced with death and their families” – on the planning and launch of St Christopher’s hospice, Sydenham, in south London, in 1967.

Both were convinced that good care must involve families as well as patients. Parkes set up a bereavement service of trained volunteers who went into families’ homes and organised support groups, including some for staff, in the hospice. He remained involved with St Christopher’s until 2014, active as a consultant psychiatrist until 2007. He also performed this role at St Joseph’s hospice in Hackney, east London (1993-2007).

“He was a towering intellectual and hugely influential, but never took himself too seriously,” said the former chief executive of St Christopher’s Barbara Monroe. “He always remained a great clinician – very good at talking to patients and staff. And listening.”

In 1975 Parkes left the Tavistock to take up a senior lecturer role in psychiatry at Royal London hospital medical school, retiring from that post in 1993. His association with Cruse began in 1964, as a member of the council. He became chairman in 1972, and was made life president in 1992. Four years later he was appointed OBE.

Parkes edited the journal Bereavement from its launch in 1982 until 2019. Given the Times/Sternberg award – which celebrates the achievements of those over 70 – in 2012, when he was 84, he urged people to spend the last part of their lives in worthwhile work. “I was basically forced to retire at 65 and I got lots of cards with old men fishing on the front. But life is too short for retirement and the time has given me the opportunity to do things I would not otherwise have done,” he said.

In 1957 he married Patricia Ainsworth. She and their daughters, Liz, Jenny and Caz, survive him.

🔔 Colin Murray Parkes, psychiatrist and author, born 28 March 1928; died 13 January 2024

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camgoloud · 1 year

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top five colin hughes moments and top five hadestown songs!

OOOOOOHHH this is a delightful question let's go

top five colin hughes moments:

5 - "oh, like grindr" and EVERYBODY did a double take lmao

4 - the approximately five years between when keeley asks him if he can possibly manage to not make his instagram post about welsh independence this time and when he responds in the affirmative. he has to have a think about it first!

3 - "the doctor told me not to drink" *takes a swig*

2 - when he utterly fails to back his lamborghini out of the parking lot (this one is the most RELATABLE colin hughes moment for sure. not because of the lamborghini ofc just because of the. complete lack of driving skill lol)

1 - jumpman jumpman jumpman! i probably rewound those thirty seconds like six times the first time i watched that episode. it's just such a sweet moment.... he's so happy... 🥺

top five hadestown songs (all performances from the 2017 live cast recording because i generally prefer it, except for wedding song which tragically does not appear on that tracklist :/):

5 - epic iii

4 - way down hadestown (it’s fun! It’s my ao3 name for a reason! i will NEVER NEVER be over “you’re early” / “I missed ya...” agghhh i get chills every time)

3 - wedding song

2 - road to hell ii (breaks my heart every time)

1 - chant (the way that hades and persephone sing that twisted minor version of the wedding song melody to each other.... the layering of all the different melodies.... eurydice singing "shelter us, harbor me" while hades tells persephone to think of the walls as his embrace of her... the instrumentation... !!!!! i'm endlessly obsessed with it)

(put “top 5” anything in my inbox and i will answer!)

#ask game #thanks for asking!

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auntieclimactic · 2 years

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For wip ask: OMG, They Were Roommates

Never enough of these two!

OMG, They Were Roommates

“Would you like to have sex with me?”

Colin stumbled sideways, slamming his shin into the hotel minibar. That was going to leave a tidy bruise, just in time for his photo shoot this weekend. Keeley hadn’t been able to get him Air Jordans, but she’d convinced him to give Howies a go.

“They��re sustainable, organic, and one hundred percent Welsh-owned,” she told him. “You can chat about independence the whole shoot. That’s one of the reasons they wanted you!”

Colin thought it over. “Can I call Prince Charles an inbred parasite?”

“Why don’t we ease into that one,” Keeley suggested, patting him on the shoulder.

But right now Colin wasn’t thinking about Prince Charles, Welsh Independence, his upcoming sponsor shoot, or even Air Jordans. Right now all he could think about was the six feet, whatever of naked dutch skin because Jan Maas preferred to sleep starkers.

“Are you taking the piss?” Colin demanded, torn between hysteria, outrage, and… something else. “If so, cheers, matey. You can fuck right off.”

Jan frowned, blonde hair flopping over his forehead. “You English have very strange attitudes towards sex. Do people here often make such jokes?”

“Just answer the bloody question, Jan!” Colin yelled.

Jan casually placed his hands on his hips. Colin failed spectacularly at not tracking the movement with his eyes, taking in the blonde trail that led down to Jan’s—

“I know you find me attractive,” Jan said, and Colin jerked his eyes back up to Jan’s face. “I find you attractive too. So I thought we could have sex. I find an intense orgasm before a match improves my focus.”

“Oh my God,” Colin groaned, grabbing a pillow from the bed to hold over his face. All hotel pillows smelled overwhelmingly of bleach, and Colin didn’t last long before tossing the pillow to the side.

“I will not be offended if you say no,” Jan said with a shrug, pulling down the sheets on his own bed and starting to climb in. “It was not my intention to make you uncomfortable.”

“I didn’t say no, did I?” Colin snapped before his brain could catch up with his words. Jan’s eyes lit up.

“Excellent. You are okay with me penetrating you, yes?”

Colin used every ounce of upper body strength he possessed to hurl his pillow at Jan’s face.

Colin and Jan share a hotel room during away games. What starts out as teammates with benefits becomes wuv, twue wuv. Guest appearances by the team and their one brain cell.

#fic in progress #WIP meme #Colin Hughes/Jan Maas

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eugeniedanglars · 3 years

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hm i’m just gonna post some random ted lasso thoughts because i have no one to infodump to about this.

the secret heat of this show’s success is that a solid 90% of the characters are himbos. any of the players except sam and roy would totally ask what color the pink panther is

i think the reason this show hits so unexpectedly hard for me is that it’s basically like if check please was about pro soccer instead of college hockey and also wasn’t a romance. like it’s got that same emphasis on friendship and building team camaraderie and also has a sweet southern main character who wins people over through baking yknow?

i can’t stop thinking about that gay little welshman. not that he’s actually canon gay but this show doesn’t have any queer characters and if a single grindr joke is the closest i’m gonna get then by god i’m gonna take it. colin hughes assigned gay at tumblr dot com, @ ted lasso creator bill lawrence if you have a problem with this please feel free to venmo me. also come on he turns all his instagram posts into rants about welsh independence he knows art history and he’s also so stupid that he tried to sacrifice his car keys in a ceremonial fire with no plan for how to get home afterwards, how could i not love him even though i keep wanting to call him colin robinson

dani rojas dani rooojas dani dani rojas football is life. i think dani, colin, sam, and keeley are in a four-way tie for my favorite character

roy saying he doesn’t know exactly who he headbutted because he doesn’t see so well at night anymore is probably my favorite joke from the entire show

i’m sad that this show is probably only gonna go for three seasons but it’s always better to wrap things up satisfyingly than to drag on for ages

keeley bicon

aside from the obvious (very white, very straight, very dude-heavy), my main complaint about this show is ted’s divorce storyline, mostly because all that michelle really says about it is that she wishes she still felt like she did in the beginning and i watched that episode with my mom (who has had a stable and seemingly content marriage to my dad for like 30 years and counting) and she rolled her eyes at that line and said that no one feels like they do in the beginning. i guess this actually does tie into the show being very dude-centric cause michelle has no real characterization or presence in the show and that makes me not care about her and ted getting divorced bc it’s like. i am informed that ted is sad about this but the show doesn’t explain why i should be sad about this; i can’t mourn the loss of something i’ve never seen and know nothing about. rebecca’s divorce is done much better because we actually get a sense of what her and rupert’s relationship was like pre-divorce and how awful the divorce process has been for her.

i can’t stop staring at keeley’s hairline just bc she clearly has the same hair texture as one of my irl friends, i.e. very frizzy curly hair that’s been artificially straightened

#ted lasso

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