#source: ted hughes

[trentcrimmisgay]

i’ve been clearing out old screenshots in my camera roll but i have ted lasso brain rot so you all have to see what they made me think of (part one. more posts)

[milfloverobisanya]

isaac: where's coach beard?

roy: oh, who knows? i don't even know where he lives.

jamie: he doesn't live at ted’s?

colin: i’ve always pictured him in a lighthouse

[lunar-years]

Ted Lasso won the GLAAD award specifically because of the Trent & Colin conversation in Sunflowers, btw.

[caslutz]

Jamie: Look, as a reasonable, adult, and well-functioning member of society-

Roy: A what? I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you correctly, run that one by me again. Reasonable? Adult? Functioning?

Jamie: *Ignoring him* —I understand logically that the different Froot Loop colours are just dyes, but I'm telling you, in my heart and in my mouth, they're different flavours.

Colin: THATS WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING!

[incorrectafcrichmond]

Isaac, after Colin got headbutted: If it's a concussion, you have to keep him conscious, okay? Ask him questions.

Jamie: What's seven times seven?

Isaac: Stuff he knows!

[its-a-show-stoppin-number]

Isaac: Happy gay month cause you know you gay and stuff

Colin: Okay, thank you Isaac

Isaac: Here you go gay balloon cause it got all the colors cause it's gay

Colin: Isaac-

Isaac: and I got skittles cause it got a rainbow on it

Colin: Okay

Isaac: and I got the cookie cake it says “be who you are”

Colin and Isaac: for your pride

Colin: Thanks, this is my Pride Month- why did you do this? Why are you doing this?

Isaac: why cause you're gay

[jonasiegenthaler]

nyr@njd | 22.03.22

[hammah-banana]

Cruz Ramirez: Darrell Cartrip is writing a book about Dinoco joining our team?

Lightning McQueen: No, no, he’s just coming here to write a book about the team.

Fillmore: Tex Dinoco’s writing a book about us?

Lightning McQueen: No, Darrell Cartrip.

Luigi: Why would Tex Dinoco write a book about Darrell Cartrip?!

[secretnook]

Sam: what kind of cereal would we all be?

Colin: that’s a good question

Isaac: Colin would be a fruit loop

Colin: is that a gay joke?

Isaac: no you’re just a fruit loop

Colin: is that a gay joke? That has to be a gay joke

Isaac: it’s not

Colin: it has to be a gay joke. You fully thought “Colin’s gay” and there’s no other cereal you could pick?

Isaac: lucky charms?

Colin: so the rainbow cereal? These are all motivated answers

Isaac: no!!

[gif credit @tedlassogif]

[ralphiesaces]

Will: who's in charge here?

Sam, shrugging: usually whoever yells the loudest.

[camgoloud]

choosing to believe that the reason why the show very pointedly did Not show us colin’s bantr promo last week is that this next episode we’re going to get to see colin and michael watching it together while michael teases colin about how bad at flirting he is

[teddybearsandlightningstorms]

ianto jones but full of welsh independence like colin hughes

[milfloverobisanya]

jamie, texting the richmond groupchat: i just got arrested. can someone come bail me out

colin: on my way!

[five minutes later]

colin: can someone come bail me out

isaac: for fucks sake

[lovingsylvia]

Sylvia Plath (almost 24 years old) with her husband Ted Hughes and his parents Edith and William Hughes in front of their house "The Beacon" in Heptonstall, England, in September 1956.

...

During this visit, Plath wrote to her mother, Aurelia Schober Plath, on 2 September 1956:

"I wish you could see your daughter now, a veritable convert to the Brontë clan, in warm woollen sweaters, slacks, knee socks, with a steaming mug of coffee, sitting upstairs in Ted's room, looking out of three huge windows over an incredible wild green landscape of bare hills, crisscrossed by innumerable black stone walls like a spider's web, in which gray, woolly sheep graze, and chickens and dappled brown-and-white cows; a wicked north wind is whipping a blowing rain against the little house and coal fires are glowing; this is the most magnificent landscape in the world: incredible hills, bare grass and vivid green, with amazing deep creviced valleys, feathered with trees, at the bottom of which clear peat-flavored streams run. Climbing along the ridges of the hills, one has an airplane view of the towns in the valleys; up here it is like sitting on top of the world, and in the distance the purple moors curve away; I have never been so happy in my life; it is wild and lovely and a perfect place to work and read. I am basically I think, a nature-loving recluse. Ted and I are at last “home”."

--from The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940 – 1956

...

Photo source: https://www.sothebys.com/

[caslutz]

Roy: Tonight, one of you will betray Ted.

Jamie: Is it me, Coach?

Roy: No, it's not you.

Colin: Is it me, Coach?

Roy: No, it's not you either.

Nate: Is it me, Roy?

Roy, mockingly: Is iT mE, RoY?

[incorrectafcrichmond]

Isaac: You think I enjoy being mother hen to you all?

Moe:

Colin:

Jamie:

Thierry:

Sam:

Dani:

Richard:

Jan:

Isaac: Okay, fine, it's like crack to me.