#visage: ted

[bruisedconscience-reblogs]

forever gnashing my teeth over the “thanks sweetie” “is he ok?” “no! xD” scene

Ted Lasso vs the Grey Sweater.

[bruisedconscience]

i only made 2 ted lasso icons.. but they r both dear to me

[lvebug]

an andie eliot reading guide (tags drop pt 1)

[bruisedconscience-reblogs]

Ho ho homg I love him your honor

Jason Sudeikis as Ted Lasso Carol of the Bells, Ted Lasso

[varicrux]

when his lips are literally heart shaped

[ode-of-odr]

// I actually really love this screen, because while Ras is very animated with his rage, there are moments, when his rage just boils into this eerie calm. He just slightly tilts his head like a bird of of prey deciding if what they is worth their energy. He's letting them think they have some upper hand, to speak their speeches.

But make no doubt he is lamenting in those moments how whoever is pissing him off isn't hearty enough to survive the pain he wishes to inflict upon them.

And that is why the gods of good keep him at arms length.

[arachnidiots-a]

LIV HEWSON as LIAM KAZ & CHARLIE HISCOCK as WILL KITMAN (@kitmans) Brains and Footballs, ted lasso verse

mutuals may interact , featured may reblog , everyone else dni

[bruisedconscience-reblogs]

COWBOY TED IM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH MODERN OR OLD WEST AU DOESNT MATTER THIS IS THE BEST EVERRRR

Nothing left to say but YEEHAW

[scngbard]

I know it hasn't seemed like it as I've refrained from yelling about it all the time (otherwise that's all that would be on the dash sakjdfndska), bUT I NEED YOU ALL TO UNDERSTAND THE WHOLE ASS DEATHGRIP THE SHIP @trvehearted AND I HAVE FOR MING AND RAINE HAS ON ME. JUST LOOKIT THESE TWO NERDS AND HOW CUTE THEY ARE AND AHHHHHHJSDFBJDSFSDJ

[unvendaval]

ted ted ted TED TED TED TED-

[legends-and-savages]

Tag Dump

[arachnidiots]

liam tag drop

[bruisedconscience-reblogs]

the rainbow watch band 🥺 the A is for Ally…

HE'S JUST STANDING BUT THIS DOES SO MUCH TO ME. I NEED HELP.

[not-the-galaxy]

dreamer. heart on her sleeve. half-used jars of ink. from dirt, a flower must grow. unshed tears. bottling everything up. THIS IS ME TRYING. fallen star. trust issues. hiding behind a forced smile.

Biography. Pinterest. Spotify.

NAME: Andromeda Skye Tonks Black NICKNAMES: Meda (primarily what Ted called her so use caution), Andy FACECLAIM: Kayla Wallace  GENDER/PRONOUNS/SEXUALITY: Cis-Female, She/Her, Demisexual AGE & BIRTHDATE: 28, July 19 BIRTH PLACE: London, England FLUENT IN: English, French, Italian, Latin, Greek, Sarcasm POSITIVE TRAITS: Observant, loyal, protective, resolute, family-oriented NEGATIVE TRAITS: Self-assured, worrier, quick-witted, strong-willed, calculating

~ appearance ~

HAIR: Light brown, beneath her shoulders HEIGHT: 5′5 TATTOOS: Andromeda has one of Nymphadora’s drawings of their family tattooed to her left forearm. Cheesy and similar to THIS. She has Ted’s handwritten ‘I love you’ tattooed beneath the drawing - purchased before Ted went missing. SCARS: A few from exploring the garden as a child. ANY OTHER IDENTIFYING MARK(S): N/A NOTABLE ACCESSORIES: Uses glasses for reading.

~ interests ~

FAVORITE FOOD: Chicken noodle soup - the way Ted would prepare it FAVORITE MUSIC: Anything classical, The Who, Pat Benatar FAVORITE COLOR: Pink CLOTHING STYLE / PREFERENCES: Andromeda has a preference for Muggle clothes and feels stifled being forced back into elaborate robes. She uses Ted’s shirts as pajamas and has a few of their clothes in her closet, charmed so she is the only one with access to them. HOBBIES: Healing, herbology. ROLE MODEL: Her kid. LIKES: Routine, spending time with Nymphadora, long walks DISLIKES: Large social gatherings, her parents, needing to keep her thoughts to herself

~ headcanons ~

Andromeda’s arrival back into the pureblood community was marked by her barely speaking a word. She trusts no one and is doing her best to not make that known. Keeping her guard up is exhausting but she has doubts about her child remaining safe despite family promises. She went as far as insisting on an unbreakable vow being taken to prove the family had her child’s best interests at heart and was shocked Druella agreed to taking it.

Nymphadora primarily uses they/them pronouns, having told both parents they aren’t a boy or a girl and would like to be called Nym. Andromeda supports this and has been doing her best to ensure Nym has gender neutral clothes, not making a big deal out of the days her child dresses in gendered outfits. She is quick to correct people if they get rude, and Nym has enough confidence to correct people.

Nym and Andromeda are both under the impression Ted may still be alive but know better than to voice that out loud.

[arachnidiots-a]

tag drop (redo: general & peter)

[squinch-depraved]

visiting ted and shower sex. yeah

friendly reminder my requests are very much open and i am sososo willing to hear everyone out so don't be afraid to ask :3 <3

you thought you were alone in the apartment, that was why you were sliding around on the floors in your socks, pantless and glowing from a good day spent with ted. that was what you would say if he decided to confront you, if he decided to stop watching you through a mirror around the corner in the dark living room. he didn't know if your traipsing around in just one of his shirts and a thong was truly an invitation at first, but when you looked around slyly, stripped his loose fitting tee off your gentle frame and dropped it on the floor, he gripped the armrest of the couch and palmed himself through his pants at the sight of your breasts. you left your thong and socks a few steps further down the hall and turned into his bathroom. a few seconds later, ted heard the shower start and sighed, relieved that he could whip his cock out and deal with these thoughts of you alone. he began to stroke himself in the dark, leaning his head back and furrowing his brow. a ding from his phone pulled his focus from his mental image of you bouncing on his cock and he huffed, wincing when he remembered he told you he was going out for something and you supposedly thought you were in the apartment alone. in reality, he fell asleep on the couch and assumed you still thought he was out. but you had noticed him earlier, dozing under a blanket, though it was pitch black when you got home. half an hour from your discovery of him later, here he was, reading your message that made him roll his eyes back into his head.

"wish you were home, teddy," his phone read. "could really use a big hug right now." fuck, he loved hugging you. you were so soft, and your body always slotted together with his in a way that left him wanting more. and so, screw it, he decided. he got up off the couch, tearing off his shirt while he walked down the hallway. he paused when he reached your panties and stuffed them into his pocket ashamedly before hastily taking off the rest of his clothes.

the bathroom door was open, and he peeked in to see you naked, shifting your weight between your feet, scrolling on your phone with a puzzled expression on your face.

"need help?" he said after clearing his throat, unable to take his eyes off you. you grinned and ran to pull him into the bathroom fully, wrapping yourself around him and kissing his neck. he moaned loudly and gripped your waist.

"i'm so glad you decided to join me, teddy," you replied softly into his ear. "i can't pick a playlist, do you wanna help me?"

he smiled and nodded, carefully picking out one the two of you had crafted together to match the pace of how he was about to fuck you. once the two of you were in the shower, he was all over you, kissing, licking, biting, leaving marks, kneeling lower and lower until he was low enough to position his mouth between your legs and devour you until your legs were shaking and he had to support you. you came on his face, and cursed yourself for doing this in the shower so you couldn't see your juices all over his adorable visage.

he came up to kiss you again, nipping at your lip and grinning when you yelped. you gazed up at him, eyes clouded with lust, and this time it was your turn to get on your knees. you licked a stripe from base to tip and slid all of him that you could fit down your throat, pumping the rest with your hand. he groaned, rearing his head back, and balled up his fist, using the other hand to cup your jaw. the feeling of his cock fucking your throat through the underside of your jaw earned an even more guttural noise from him, and soon he pulled you off and signaled for you to jump and wrap your legs around him.

once you had done this, he looked you in your eyes as he lined you up on his dick and started fucking into you. you clawed at his upper back as you kissed him, mewling and babbling about how good he was. ego boosted, he spins and pushed you up against the glass wall, thrusting even harder. you screamed into his mouth as he sped up, digging his nails into you. he coaxed another orgasm from you before he eventually mumbled, "close," against your bruised neck. "where do you want it?" he panted.

he grinned when you told him you wanted to swallow it, moving so you could hop off and squat low enough to deepthroat him one last time for the evening, this time sticky white ropes painting your throat before you pulled off. you stood up and he steadied you when you almost lost your balance. the two of you looked at each other for a moment before both chuckling sheepishly and beginning to explain your respective sides of the story, not knowing that you both felt like you took advantage of the other. this was sure to be the first of many nights spent like this.