#jamie tartt do do do do do da do

[mothsartart]

she wanted to paint his nails too :)

[221b-sociopath-street]

#ted lasso for dummies

01×01 Pilot

00:00:56 'But it's Hockney!'*

*David Hockney is one of the most influential British artists 🎨 of XX century. Known by his contribution to the pop art movement of the 60's.

As cliche as it is, the work of art that Rebecca and Higgins refers to is called 'Football Player'. And in real life it was sold for £22,500.

00:02:20 'Liam and Noel. Though, perhaps not an Oasis.'*

*It is impossible to imagine Britain and its culture without one of the biggest and most acclaimed bands of the 90's. Oasis is a quintessence of most hated and beloved band. Alcohol, drugs, canceled gigs, bad press, accusations of imitating the work of other musicians, rivalry between brothers and the boundless love of the fans - it's all about Oasis. So, maybe comparison made by Rebecca between George Cartrick's testicles and Liam/Noel Gallagher of Oasis is a pointer to beef (rivalry) history of latter.

00:04:04 'Jack Kerouac. The Dharma Bums'*

*The Dharma Bums is a 1958 novel by Beat Generation author Jack Kerouac. Description of mountain climbing, cycling, hitchhiking, poetry readings, jazz drunk parties is done through the prism of Buddhism. So maybe it makes sense: Ted and his philosophy of life and work?!

00:06:58 'Okay. That's Tower Bridge. Right. Not the London Bridge, because this one is still up'.

*For me as a foreigner it's a bit confusing?! Is it a reference to Operation London Bridge - the funeral plan for Queen Elizabeth II created in 60's, where the phrase 'London Bridge is down' is like signal of Queen's death to the PM and others, setting the plan into motion? Or is it like some touristy stuff?

00:08:39 'Y'all got Nathan's hot dogs 🌭 here?'*

* An American company that operates a chain of fast-food restaurant's  specializing in hot dogs. There are some restaurants in GB, but Nates lack of knowledge about them msybe suggests their unpopularity.

00:13:22 'Trent Crimm, The Independent.'*

* The Independent during 1986-2016 British print newspaper, nowadays - online newspaper. And it is owned by representative of the terrorist country and ex kgb agent 😵

00:18:57 'Wales. Is that another country?'*

*Yeap, Wales is a country (with it's own capital Cardiff) that is a part of another country - 🇬🇧 . Besides it UK consists of: England, Scotland and Northern Ireland.

00:19:03 'It's kinda like America these days.'*

*Perhaps Ted is equating the countries within the UK to states in America OR is taking about sovereign states and dependent territories in the Americas(such as Canada, Brazil, Cuba and other)?!

00:19:25 'And am I getting notes of Axe body spray?'*

*If you are a man and you forget your body spray while traveling from the USA to GB, remember: AXE=LYNX 🤣

00:20:07 'Last time I saw eyes that cold, they were going head-to-head with Roy Scheider. Jaws? No, All that jazz.'

* Jaws and All That Jazz are among seven Scheider movies that are considered classics. And it's all known fact that he was really great performer, who knew how to hold the audience's attention both in the role of a shark-hunting sheriff and in the role of theater director/choreographer who was alcoholic, a driven workaholic and a womanizer .

00:22:29 'Never thought it would end being coached by Ronald fucking McDonald'*

*Ronald McDonald is a mascot of the McDonald's fast-food restaurant chain. 

I remember my first time at McDonald's and that creepy as fuck statue of clown, thank fucking God he is not around anymore in UA restaurants.

00:24:48 'Well, I hope you never run into Biz Markie.'*

*We share your sentiment Ted. It is really bad. Biz Markie, was an American rapper and singer. Sometimes was referred to as the "Clown Prince of Hip Hop". Fellas, it is all we need to know.

Part 2

[jopzer]

girljamie to go with girlroy ... i'm of two minds when it comes to s3 girljamie , i am both in favor of big chop AND she leaves it long but lightens it still... idk. bangs be upon her either way ig

(more of richmond's women's team can be found here <3)

[shrinking-violetta]

uhhh I think it happened again....that moment when you realize you're going to become obsessed with someone......it took 2 and a half seasons......but the red string getting ripped off jamie tartt's dick did something to me 🥴

[rosiesramblings]

My Mummy and My Simon

Fandom: Ted Lasso

W/C: 1.5k

A/N: Ok, I'm back with a fic, but fair warning it isn't a tickle fic. This has been rotting in my drafts for months and I just happened to be struck by the inspiration stick today. I hope you enjoy anyway!

“This is my Mummy and my Simon.”

It was how Jamie had introduced them for as long as he could remember. When he was a lad, he felt special when he said it - everybody and their Mummy had a Da, but Jamie was the only one with a Simon.

Jamie didn’t see them as often nowadays, with the distance between Richmond and Manchester, but he suspects that if he had anyone to introduce them to, that was still how he would do it.

He wasn’t sure why he was thinking about it, to be honest, while he stared at today’s post on his kitchen island. His housekeeper usually brings it in when she arrives and leaves it for Jamie to sort through. It’s rarely anything special - who uses the post anymore? - just the usual notices from the town and sometimes one of those circulars with coupons from the Tesco. Jamie wasn’t really sure why he felt so sick when he looked at it that day, until his brain processes what his eyes have already seen - the neatly typed James Tartt, Jr. across the front of one of the bills.

Jamie hated his full name with a passion - forever a reminder of the man who haunts his nightmares, the man who Jamie himself could become if he’s not careful. Jamie grimaced and turned away, forcing back the memories of what had happened when James overheard him telling someone that he lived with his Mummy and his Simon.

Simon was an odd duck, to be sure, but then again so was Jamie. He was a large man, still taller than grown-up Jamie, but he never made Jamie feel small or unsafe. Jamie was pretty sure it was impossible for Simon to make anyone feel that way, with his soft pastel jumpers and his obsession with that baking show and his job at the library. When it took Jamie so much longer than the other kids to learn to read, Simon never said a word about it, just gifted Jamie CD’s that Simon had recorded of himself reading Jamie’s favorite books for Jamie’s eighth birthday. He was pretty sure Simon didn’t know that after Jamie got his first Premiere League cheque, he had paid someone to put the recordings on his new phone. Jamie still listened to Simon’s voice read Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief when he came down with a cold.

Jamie fixed himself a post-training smoothie and sighed. Roy was bringing Phoebe over for Jamie to babysit since Roy had a coaches meeting and Ruth was busy saving lives at the hospital. Jamie idly washed out his blender, thinking of Simon and Mummy and how he really should give them a call soon. He was so lost in thought he didn’t hear Roy and Phoebe let themselves in before they were in his kitchen and Roy said, “Why the fuck do you get that wanker’s post sent to your house?”

Jamie whirled around, hand on his racing heart, before he processed what Roy was saying. “What?”

“Hi Jamie!” Phoebe waved cheerfully before going right over to the coffee table where he had gotten out the coloring books he kept specifically for Phoebe Days.

“Why is your arse of a father getting his post here?” Roy restated, gesturing to the pile of mail on the counter. “Thought you said you didn’t talk to him anymore?”

“I don’t,” Jamie said, confused. “That’s my post.”

Roy did a double take. “You’re named after that piece of shit?”

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you change it?”

“I did change it.” Jamie said. “Don’t go by James, now, do I?”

“I meant legally,” Roy explained. “So you don’t have to be fucking James Tartt Jr. in the fucking public record.”

“You can do that?” Jamie asked, incredulous, just as Phoebe called, “That’s five pounds so far, Uncle Roy!”

“Put it on my tab,” Roy called back. “And yeah, you can do that, you muppet. Costs like fifty pounds and might take a couple of weeks for the paperwork to come back, but you can do it. I still badger Ruth sometimes to change her name back to Kent, but she doesn’t want the fucking publicity.”

“Huh,” Jamie said, a whole new world of possibilities opening up before him. Roy kissed Phoebe goodbye and left for his meeting, and Jamie and Phoebe spent the afternoon coloring and playing kickabout in the yard.

***

A few days later, Jamie found himself on some government website, since you can do everything on the internet these days. He carefully typed Jamie into the form where it asked for what he wanted his new first name to be, cause it would be super embarrassing to have a typo and then have to do the whole thing all over again. The next box asked if he wanted to change his middle name, and Jamie paused. He hadn’t thought about that.

Jamie thought of James. He thought of Mummy, and he thought of Simon, and found he didn’t really need to think about it at all.

***

Simon’s birthday rolled along, and Jamie made the usual arrangements to donate to the library in Simon’s name. He’d done it every year since he could scrounge up the money, mowing lawns of council estates after Under-10’s training and looking after neighborhood kids until he had enough for a ten or fifteen pound donation. It never failed to bring a tear or two to Simon’s eyes, even now that Jamie had more money than he knew what to do with and made monthly donations to Simon’s library anyway, not that Simon knew that.

Jamie packed a bag to go and visit Manchester for Simon’s birthday, and as he printed his receipt showing the library donation to give to Simon, his eyes lingered on the email he’d received from the Royal Courts of Justice, notifying him that his change of name had been processed successfully. Before he could talk himself out of it, Jamie printed that off too, carefully folded it up with the donation receipt, and placed it in a small gift bag patterned with cheerful yellow ducks. It was made for kids, but Jamie knew Simon would appreciate it.

The drive to Manchester wasn’t too long, especially once Jamie put on Simon’s narration of the second Percy Jackson book. He’d made it through a good fifteen chapters by the time he was pulling his flashy car into the old familiar row of council estates.

Georgie shrieked, as she always did, when she flung open the door to her ‘sexy little baby!’ and Jamie picked her up and swung her around. 

Simon’s familiar, “Oh, there they go!” sang in Jamie’s ears as he put Mummy down and turned to wish Simon a happy birthday. 

The three of them migrated to the kitchen, Simon having made an impressive array of Jamie-friendly desserts. Georgie and Jamie sang an off-key rendition of Happy Birthday, and Simon pretended to conduct them with his candy thermometer. Soon enough, Jamie was pushing his be-ducked gift bag onto the table in front of Simon.

“Now, what could this be?” Simon grinned as he snagged the donation receipt from among the tissue paper. He unfolded it and, to no one’s surprise, unsuccessfully blinked back tears. “Oh, Duckie, thank you so much!” he said, and launched into an explanation of the new kids learn-to-read program that the donation would fund for the next year.

Not expecting anything else, Simon placed the receipt back in the bag and reached for Georgie’s gift. “Actually, there’s one more thing in there,” Jamie said sheepishly.

“More!” Simon mouthed amazedly to himself as he went back to the yellow bag. Jamie watched with anticipation as Simon drew out the email and carefully unfolded it, squinting his eyes a bit as he began to read.

Jamie watched as a dumbfounded look came over his stepfather, and he opened his mouth to start to say he could always change it back, but before he could Simon looked up at Jamie and burst into tears. Georgie startled, and Jamie leapt up in alarm, not sure whether to run away or try and comfort him. Simon made the decision for him when he stood and threw his arms around Jamie, still sobbing noisily.

Jamie, bewildered, gingerly patted Simon on the back, before swallowing and asking, “It’s alright then?”

Simon just sobbed louder, clumsily running his fingers through Jamie’s hair as Georgie muttered, “What on earth?” and snatched the paper from her husband’s hand. Before long, she too was sobbing, though still quite a bit more composedly than Simon. There, clearly written on the page, were the words: Official Change of Name - Jamie Simon Tartt.

Eventually everyone calmed down enough for Simon to say that it was more than alright, that he loved Jamie so much, that he was so honored by Jamie’s choice, and that was enough to get Jamie and Georgie with the waterworks again, Simon himself following not long after. 

They sat on the sofa for the rest of the evening, watching old reruns of Simon’s baking show and eating too many of Simon’s desserts. Jamie sat between his Mummy and his Simon, who wouldn’t let go of his boy for anything, relishing in the evening spent with his family.

[fanficfanattic]

From my S1 AU where Simon dies the same day that Jamie pulled his “can’t train” stunt.

“…But he could bake, and I could eat, and he was bound and determined to bake something I could enjoy as well. So I think I really saw him for the first time then. Not as someone trying to manipulate me to clear the way for him and mummy.

She loved him enough that I never gave her too much trouble. She’s always worked so hard trying to give me a good life. And he was hopelessly in love with her. Not that I can blame the man for that. She’s a right catch. And I thought we were just going to politely coexist until I made my prem debut and got me own place.

But he didn’t want that. He wanted us to be a family. To be there as much for me as he was for mummy. In his incredibly nerdy-ass way. That absolute dork.”

Jamie probably wasn’t the first person to ever roll their eyes while giving a eulogy. But he was certainly going to be the only time any of these people saw it happen ever again.

“I never called him me da’ cause that dubious honor goes to James Tartt. Senior. But that didn’t mean he was nothing to me. Honestly, almost any man can get a girl pregnant. But it is few men indeed what can learn to manage me in a tiff. Can get past the, uhh, the armor I keep on. At least without violence.

Doing the work to build a relationship with me, from the ground up, was work he called important. Well. He didn’t call it work, he called it a joy, which might have backfired a bit. Cause I figured that had to be a lie. Made me resist him a little harder for a while there.

The thing is that it weren’t. A lie. He really was like that. He loved mummy with his whole heart, which was easy. He loved me too, which was not. I made sure it wasn’t but he never gave up.

And that makes me so angry. Right now.

Because if he hadn’t done that, I could have come up here and said something trite. Made a quick statement and then focused on helping me mum.

Instead I’m sad, and I hate being sad. And mad, which no one here could doubt I’m well used to. And I’m scared of the dumbest thing on Earth— I don’t know how to make me mum’s favorite biscuits. And I can’t imagine a world where she can ever be happy again without them.”

At her soft response, her “oh baby”, barely picked up by his mic, he turned to look at her off to the side.

“I’ll do me best mummy, swear down. Won’t even burn your kitchen up. Promise.” She was crying, but she also let out a watery giggle, and then nodded for him to finish up. So he could come sit by her side and hold her hand and squeeze it whenever someone said something too hard to bear alone.

[richmonds-disaster-bi]

So apologies for mass-liking most of your blog - I just found, you lovely darling, and have fallen deeply in adoration for your AU’s and prompts.

Thought for the Charlie Tartt AU: Baby’s First Steps are on the pitch.

Say it’s a mini interview for the local news or some such, Jamie’s talking to the reporter and the boys are entertaining Charlie, holding his hands and helping him stand up and jump around like pre-walking babies do….

Only this is Baby Tartt and when he realizes his Damie isn’t paying attention or answering him, well he’ll just have to go get him (Roy Kent Glare in full effect)!

(It goes viral almost immediately and Jamie just snapping around, ignoring the reporter and dropping to his knees becomes the new hit meme)

You are very welcome to my blog and rambles!!!! And I absolutely love this idea, so here, have this!

Jamie shifted from foot to foot as the interview drew near it's end. He didn't mind this one, but he could hear Charlie laughing in the background with the team. The sound making him want to go over and pick his little brother up and toss him in the air gently to hear that laugh that made Jamie fill with warmth. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Dani and Sam doing a weird dance. Charlie was sat on the pitch, clapping his hands together with Colin sitting behind him to make sure the little one was safe. Roy was closer to Jamie, eyes flitting between Jamie and Charlie. Ever their protector and it took everything in Jamie not to stop himself reaching out for his hand. He and Roy's relationship was still so fresh, but it felt as if they had been together years with how right it all felt. "Sorreh, what was that?", Jamie laughed, realising that he hadn't been paying attention. The interviewer, a lovely young female sports journalist just laughed with him. No annoyance in her voice or eyes as she repeated the question, grinning as she looked passed Jamie to what distracted him. "The team seem to love their newest fan", she commented after a few moments, pointing to where Sam and Colin were now holding Charlie's hands. Charlie bouncing between them before they swung him gently a little off the ground under Roy's watchful glare. "They love Charlie, and he loves them. Honestleh, they've been some of my biggest support and his", Jamie beamed, turning back to face her. The interview continues for another few moments before it's interupted by a gasp from Roy of all people that has Jamie turning to face the other but Roy is laser focused on something else. His mouth open slightly and Jamie swears he sees a glint in his eyes that means Roy is crying. "Oh my god", the interviewer gasped, and that has Jamie turning around just in time to see Charlie with a little Roy-like glare on his face, standing alone and taking a wobbly step as Colin and Sam watch. Isaac hovering with hands out behind him, ready to catch but Charlie is determined. "Da", Charlie huffs, eyes fixed on Jamie as he toddles forward and Jamie isn't even thinking as he snaps his attention full towards his little man, dropping to his knees with his arms out as Charlie makes his way towards him. The team follow him. All of them ready to step in but Charlie is truely a little mix of Jamie's determination and Roy's stubborness as he makes his way to him. His little face breaking into a grin when he finally pushes into Jamie's hold, a hand slapping Jamie's cheek as he proudly looks up at Jamie. "Da!", Charlie repeated, grumbling as he rubs a cheek off Jamie's top before Jamie is cuddling him close. "Char!", Jamie choked out, overwhelmed with pride and happiness as he kisses his little brothers head, "You brilliant little boy" "Takes after his big brother", Roy's voice is filled with pride, his hand warm and reassuring as it settled on Jamie's back as the other crouched beside him. Jamie didn't know about that, but all he cared about right now was the way Charlie was laughing and reaching for Roy to pat his cheek too.

[blogdebrinquedo]

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[agosnesrerose]

Artful Books to Celebrate World Book Day

World Book Day — Books That Come Alive with Art

Happy World Book Day! There’s no better time to share our favorite books inspired by art and artists and, of course, books that inspire us to make art. We’ve got recommendations for everyone and we encourage you to share your favorites with us. We’re always looking for a good read!

Books about Specific Artworks

For those of you who love spending time getting to know a painting really well (even if part of what you get to know is fictitious!), these reads are for you.

Girl with a Pearl Earring by Tracy Chevalier

The Lady and the Unicorn by Tracy Chevalier

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

  For mystery lovers

No list of books inspired by art would be complete without mention of Dan Brown’s mystery novels. You’ll visit the Louvre and the Palazzo Vecchio between the covers of these two.

The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown

The Inferno by Dan Brown

  About Working Artists and Their Lives

Covering artists both real and fictional, contemporary and historical, these novels look at the everyday lives of working artists. From family issues to dealing with rivals or mental health issues, the characters balance art with life just like we do.

The Swan Thieves by Elizabeth Kostova

The Great Man by Kate Christensen

How to Paint a Dead Man by Sarah Hall

Vanessa and Virginia by Susan Sellers

A Seahorse Year by Stacey D’Erasmo

  For History Buffs

When one stops to consider how destructive humans have been in the past 100 years alone, it’s astounding how much artwork has actually survived. These two books share the lengths several men and women went to in order to hide, save, and rescue artwork during World War II.

The Monuments Men by Robert M. Edsel

Saving Italy by Robert M. Edsel

  For Sci-Fi Fans

Even “ugly” art is meaningful to someone as you’ll discover in this time-travel novel in which researchers from Oxford go through great lengths and several centuries to rescue a supposedly atrocious piece of art.

To Say Nothing of the Dog by Connie Ellis

  Classics

These classics could have easily fit into other categories on this list but come on, they’re classics!

To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

A Room with a View by E. M. Forester

The Horse’s Mouth by Joyce Cary

  Books That Feel Like Art

These books may not be about art per se, but the descriptions of the settings and feelings of the characters beg for painted interpretations. The Enchanted April and Journey by Moonlight inspired me to create a watercolor travel journal for a trip to Italy.

The Enchanted April by Elizabeth von Arnim

Journey by Moonlight by Antal Szerb

The Waves by Virginia Woolf

  Books to Inspire You to Make Art

And of course, no book list from ArtistsNetwork.com would be complete without books that will enchant and encourage you to make art.

Art Journey Abstract Painting edited by Jamie Markle

The Art of Mistakes by Melanie Rothschild

John Salminen: Master of the Urban Landscape

Don’t forget to share your favorite books about art and artists in the comments section below. And Happy World Book Day!

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[mredwinsmith]

Artful Books to Celebrate World Book Day

World Book Day — Books That Come Alive with Art

Happy World Book Day! There’s no better time to share our favorite books inspired by art and artists and, of course, books that inspire us to make art. We’ve got recommendations for everyone and we encourage you to share your favorites with us. We’re always looking for a good read!

Books about Specific Artworks

For those of you who love spending time getting to know a painting really well (even if part of what you get to know is fictitious!), these reads are for you.

Girl with a Pearl Earring by Tracy Chevalier

The Lady and the Unicorn by Tracy Chevalier

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

  For mystery lovers

No list of books inspired by art would be complete without mention of Dan Brown’s mystery novels. You’ll visit the Louvre and the Palazzo Vecchio between the covers of these two.

The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown

The Inferno by Dan Brown

  About Working Artists and Their Lives

Covering artists both real and fictional, contemporary and historical, these novels look at the everyday lives of working artists. From family issues to dealing with rivals or mental health issues, the characters balance art with life just like we do.

The Swan Thieves by Elizabeth Kostova

The Great Man by Kate Christensen

How to Paint a Dead Man by Sarah Hall

Vanessa and Virginia by Susan Sellers

A Seahorse Year by Stacey D’Erasmo

  For History Buffs

When one stops to consider how destructive humans have been in the past 100 years alone, it’s astounding how much artwork has actually survived. These two books share the lengths several men and women went to in order to hide, save, and rescue artwork during World War II.

The Monuments Men by Robert M. Edsel

Saving Italy by Robert M. Edsel

  For Sci-Fi Fans

Even “ugly” art is meaningful to someone as you’ll discover in this time-travel novel in which researchers from Oxford go through great lengths and several centuries to rescue a supposedly atrocious piece of art.

To Say Nothing of the Dog by Connie Ellis

  Classics

These classics could have easily fit into other categories on this list but come on, they’re classics!

To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

A Room with a View by E. M. Forester

The Horse’s Mouth by Joyce Cary

  Books That Feel Like Art

These books may not be about art per se, but the descriptions of the settings and feelings of the characters beg for painted interpretations. The Enchanted April and Journey by Moonlight inspired me to create a watercolor travel journal for a trip to Italy.

The Enchanted April by Elizabeth von Arnim

Journey by Moonlight by Antal Szerb

The Waves by Virginia Woolf

  Books to Inspire You to Make Art

And of course, no book list from ArtistsNetwork.com would be complete without books that will enchant and encourage you to make art.

Art Journey Abstract Painting edited by Jamie Markle

The Art of Mistakes by Melanie Rothschild

John Salminen: Master of the Urban Landscape

Don’t forget to share your favorite books about art and artists in the comments section below. And Happy World Book Day!

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[mothsartart]

bro…. what’d you say to make him look at you like that

[221b-sociopath-street]

Hello from UA👋 to all enthusiastic fan's of Ted Lasso TV series!

Our favorite show is filled with many references to American & British culture, that are not always clear to foreigners 🥺. So I have this crazy idea to analyze every episode and write about my findings 🙃.

So under tag #ted lasso for dummies all interested will be able to see my findings. Cheers!

[fanficfanattic]

This is an extra long passage, mostly dialogue only (since I always write that first), from my Someday-Will-Be-Finished investigative journalist universe.

“Had a teammate at Richmond, his da might be one of the best I’ve ever heard of. Or heard. ‘cause of the time, he’d call while were at the club. Got put on speaker a lot so Sam could still workout while talking.

Didn’t realize at the time that I were sick with jealousy.”

“You didn’t realize you were jealous?”

“Yeah, remember that last interview? Didn’t have even a little understanding of me emotions back then. Fuck it, I’ve only made a small bit of progress on that since starting therapy.

So at the time, any feeling that was negative got put in the Being Angry box. So I was ‘angry’ that other people got to have great dads who were proud of them for doing less well than me. When me own always had something new to be a cunt about.

Not proud of it now, cause it meant I was especially shitty to Sam. He gave me more chances to not be a prick than most anyone else there. And I returned that kindness with some real targeted lashing out.

Not that he were the only one who got treated to the Jamie Tartt special.”

And Jamie’s laugh was full of self-loathing. She was sure he didn’t even realize. Maybe he hadn’t gotten to that emotion on his color wheel yet.

“You didn’t know though?”

“Like that fucking matters. Sure, it’s a reason. But it ain’t an excuse. You don’t have to understand why you’re angry to know you aren’t meant to take it out on others.

And that’s the thing, innit? I took in all me da’s anger and then threw it on to everyone around me. Makes me fucking sick to think that means I’m no better than him.”

“What, no-”

“Nah, don’t have to say it trying to make me feel better. It’s true! I’m not like me da, fuck I’d never hurt a kid in my life. But I’m not better than him.

And, like, this shit wasn’t even to do with his rules and demands. He’d have no way of knowing what I did or said inside the club.

So it were still fucked up that I acted like he taught me. Cause that was me avoiding getting hurt by him. Or more hurt than standard, suppose. But I were just passing that pain onto someone else. Fucking cowardly.”

“Listen, Jamie, I’m supposed to just ask questions, not make assumptions or give advice. And it was wrong of you to hurt others. But it was not cowardly to do whatever you could to survive. Especially since my investigation suggests that he was conditioning you to make obedience your default response.

And maybe you weren’t better than him, before, though I think you’re taking on way too much blame there. But you certainly are now, because you’re trying to be. You think it’s important and so you’re doing the work.

He isn’t.”

“How do you know that?”

“I interviewed him too. Now that I’m at the end of my time with him, I feel a lot more comfortable telling you that I agree he’s a cunt.”

[fanficfanattic]

Word Game Wednesday! Some random words: cold, pillow, light, and work

I had something for each of these words. But pillow had a pretty generous concept outlined. So I finished that and published it. So now I only have snippets for three of the words 🤣

Cold

1. That a/b/o fic once again rearing it’s “ugly, ugly boy with bad hair” head.

“Everything Jamie’s got in his life, everything, he worked for. Poverty and starving, the cold, the exhaustion, havin to work harder than any of the other boys, hours on the pitch, hours studying, raising himself up, always digging deep enough to put one foot in front of the other no matter how hard it were. He did that. He got himself out of that life, and drug me out with both his hands. Fighting how his own da tried to drag him back into the dirt.

So if you think for one fucking second, that James Tartt rearing his ugly fucking mug again, is gonna stop Jamie from chasing down his dreams?

You’d be as dumb as James Tartt himself, or worse. But you don’t strike me as that. Optimist, yeah, but not a fool.

So, you worry about making it work here, at the club and on the pitch. And I’ll work out convincing this one to finally put his father in the dust behind him. Yeah?”

“Yeah, I can do that, Georgie. I’ve said more than once that Jamie’s a good kid. Just needed to be pointed in a bit better a direction. And I promise you, and Coach Beard there can attest, that once I’ve put my mind to something? I’ve never quit.”

“Jamie, neither. So I guess that means we’re gonna get it sorted.”

2. Family Curse Fic

“This so isn’t at all fair!” Georgie ends up shouting less than an hour after Richmond met her. Based on that hour, this didn’t seem terribly out of character.

“What isn’t, love?” The cheerful response from her husband is also no surprise. He had remained placid in the face of 60 straight minutes of shenanigans so far. With no sign of fatigue.

“I always dressed Jamie up in the cutest outfits on his birthday, for the pictures. And put him in the sweetest little jimjams that night so he’d look adorable when he started showing up for his future self! Now no one’s going to get to see either. I have no bloody clue what he wore the day after his birthday.”

“Aw, Mummy, it’s okay. I was always a sexy little lad. You could have put me in a carrier and I’d be well fit.”

“That’s true, gorgeous. But don’t think I missed that you’d still put on actual night clothes for your birthdays once you got older. And were dressing yourself. So you wouldn’t show up pantsless in just a shirt!”

It wasn’t until one of Jamie’s teammates, she wasn’t fully sure who was who yet, actually asked the question. That she realized why half the lads were laughing.

“…pantsless and in just a shirt?!”

“Yeah, cause I get cold upstairs but hot downstairs. There ain’t no way to tell when you’ll start showing up. Didn’t want to be in some lady’s bedroom and have me show up in half me glory.”

She patted his cheek consolingly while gently correcting him. “Don’t sell yourself short, baby, 3/4ths your glory that would be.” And she grinned, no longer so sad about the outfits, when her fully grown son giggled at her just the same as when he’d been just her wee little man.

Pillow

As I said, this prompt led me to finishing and posting Put Your Hand Up On My Hip. So thank you for that!

Light

1. Roy seeing Jamie have a nightmare.

He’s on his back, sheet twisted half under and around him. His face is shiny with sweat but the pale hallway light shows his skin as pallid. For a second Roy irrationally considers how pissed Jamie would be to see himself so obviously unsexy. Then gets his head back in the game.

2. S2 fic where Dani and Jamie start dating. Dani thought they’d be more sexual given how Jamie was on Lust Conquers All. And Jamie is trying to put more energy into it being a relationship because he doesn’t want to fuck things up. Some of the team thinks Jamie is just stringing Dani along and are gonna prove it.

Except once that comes to light, Jamie has a proper fucking meltdown about mind games and how he cannot allow himself to be treated that way anymore.

Then realizes he said all that in front of everyone, had just spouted off almost two years (and two decades) of insecurity, so bolts.

Work

1. And a fourth snippet from the platonic a/b/o fic.

When he stopped being out of his mind, he remembered a deeply seated feeling of being cared for. He got a rest day, and then was back to work. It was still new enough that when he walked in, conversation abruptly stopped. Before it just as suddenly turned on again.

He couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes but he also went straight over to Sam. There was that collective sense of everyone holding their breaths. He ignored them entirely this time.

When he got close enough, even as Sam started to say, “Hello, Jamie” and “Feeling better?” He dropped his forehead onto Sam’s boney shoulder.

“Wanted to thank ya. For helping me even though I’ve been a shit to you. It meant…means, a lot. To me.”

2. More from this concept where Jamie gives himself over as a hostage to protect Phoebe.

“…His alarm system was live, which we disengaged through her information. The food he’d prepared to cook for dinner last evening was out and spoiled. We found his phone, on but locked, beside the stove.

What we do not know, including where he is at present, is whether there was anyone else with him at home. The best way to discover that is to retrace his steps between leaving the game, and when he left his house last night.”

“Wait, you know he left his house last night but-”

“We have the time of his alarm code deactivating for him to leave, shortly followed by him reactivating it from his doorstep. We know the most likely reason for him to have left. But we do not know whether he had anyone with him at that time.”

They quickly work out that none of them had seen nor spoke to him at all the day before. Colin suggested the detective speak with Keeley, Jamie’s ex-girlfriend, when Roy cut in.

“Don’t bother with that. She was with me.” And the moment was slightly lightened by half the team going “ooooooh” and “ahhhhh”.

[fanficfanattic]

Okay, I’m doing it! Posting a ficlet here. Why is the Ted Lasso fandom so great and also so very wild?

It’s found family, Sam and Jamie as best friends and brothers. Just under 1,000 words and neither extra edited or britpicked at all.

Sam had to have planned it, for all that it seemed like he sprung it on Jamie out of nowhere. Because of the extra training with Roy, Jamie was now almost always the first to arrive at the club. That used to be Isaac, saying he should as captain, but after he realized he’d never beat Jamie, he stopped worrying about keeping it up.

He hadn’t wanted anyone to arrive to the club and be alone. But Jamie wasn’t alone, not really, since Coach Kent was always with him.

And Sam, beautiful innocent baby angel Sam, took advantage of this fact. Like a beautiful devilish baby angel!

He didn’t even wait for Jamie to finish changing before breaking the silence.

“Before, one of the reasons you’d lash out at me…it was because you were jealous of my relationship with my father.” He didn’t even bother to make it sound like a question.

Still, Jamie nodded in answer. And then thought about accountability. He had to make the apology, not just agree with Sam’s assessment.

“That weren’t right of me, Sammy. I’m sorry, I knew it then but just…he seems like a really good da.”

Sam’s grin after that put him back to normal angel status for Jamie. And then his next response put him back into devil baby status. Was a real roller-coaster of a morning Number 24 was putting him through.

“Well, that is easy to resolve. We’ll just share him.” Jamie laughs even though Sam said it so earnestly. At the sound, Sam smiles again, but Jamie isn’t falling for that. He is proven right to have had those doubts because Sam gets out his phone to video call someone.

Of course it was Ola, Sam had directly told him that they were going to share his father.

“Hello my son.”

“Hello, Daddy. I want to introduce you to your other son.”

His dad repeats it, half a question in his voice, even as Jamie goes “Sam, what the fuck?”

“Daddy, you remember Jamie.” It wasn’t a question, so Ola didn’t answer it. He just looked at the startled face of Sam’s surprising best friend.

And he has heard Sam say so very much about Jamie Tartt:

—from the beginning of Jamie’s loan when Sam became increasingly upset but tried not to be bitter.

—from when he heard the rumor that Jamie was coming back but Coach Lasso said he wasn’t.

—from how betrayed he felt when Jamie did show up, and how he took that hurt out on Jamie. Even though it didn’t feel like that’s what he was doing at the time.

—to the begrudging respect when Jamie covered the logo and told the team that they should all wear the same kit.

—to Sam witnessing Jamie’s father, pretend punching towards his son in a way that made Jamie tense up, suggesting that he never knew when it was pretend and when it was real. That it ever had been real was unfathomably evil.

—to the pride Sam felt, that he thinks everyone felt, even Coach Lasso before he disappeared- that Jamie used what he’d learned in therapy. To set a boundary, to repeat it without needing to justify it, to be calm when his father was trying to rile him up.

—to the fear he felt, when that man laid hands on Jamie, pulling and shoving, and everyone knew, then, that he wouldn’t hesitate to turn violent against his son.

—except Jamie defended himself. Sam said it was a solid punch but that it wasn’t practiced. Because Jamie riled up other players, and he could shove with the best of them, but he didn’t ever take it farther than that.

—except “Jamie looked lost, daddy. Like he had no idea what to do after protecting himself, because he’d never done that before.”

—except Jamie’s dad got up, laughing cruelly, saying he’d let Jamie have that one for free even as he was preparing to exact a cost.

—and then Beard had removed him. Swooped in to protect Jamie from his father’s wrath.

—and then Roy swooped in to hug Jamie, to hold all his pieces close so that when he broke, it would be easier for Jamie to put himself back together.

“Daddy, you remember Jamie.”

“Of course I do, how could I ever forget my second son?” He kept the same warmth and love in his voice when addressing them.

“You’re both barmy!” Jamie shouted at the phone, at Sam, at his apparent new father. But with his head thrown back as he opened his mouth impossibly wide to laugh. For all that his biological father tried to make him feel small, Jamie refused to be so; filling up any room with his presence. Both Obisanyas loved that for him.

But for now, Sam just chided him, “Is that any way to talk to your father and brother?” After Ola’s chuckle, the three of them had a slightly more normal conversation about their past week. Still, Jamie became hyperaware as teammates trickled in and saw them.

Sam might move the phone in a circle, after checking the state of people’s dress, so they could all chime in a hello. But he never had someone right by him to converse with his dad. Well, their dad now. Sam had meant this sharing business, it turned out.

They ended the call when Roy entered the room, immediately calling the room to task when he spotted this unusual set-up.

“The fuck is going on with Tartt and Sam?”

“That’s our cue, gotta go, it was great talking to you…Da…?” Jamie offered tentatively. His unsure smile widened when Ola agreed it was nice to catch up.

He waited until Ola and Sam finished, but was surprised by the second send off.

“Goodbye my sons, I love you so very much.”

Sam hit end, and the room grew loud with hollering. Jamie was right there with the lads, but he was grinning like a loon when he called out “Goddamnit Samuel!“

“What!”

“It’s less than a week until Father’s Day. How fast is the mail from England to Nigeria?!?”

[shrinking-violetta]

new blorbo unlocked: jamie tartt (do doo da doo)