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“I showed you my fish pls respond”

would you swipe right on him???

oh and happy valentines ;)

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No way I've never posted this one here before

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Overheard at the rec room.

Soap: Do you think when firefighters blow out their birthday candles it’s just like more work to them?

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If you’re having a bad day I highly recommend picturing Roy Kent kicking the living shit out of James Tartt Sr

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Coach Beard has a secret Traitors Club. It consists of himself, Nate and Jamie, ie people who have (at least in the opinion of one Willis Beard) betrayed Ted Lasso – but who have also learned the error of their ways through the goodness of Ted’s gentle heart.

(Yes, yes, you might argue that Jamie’s insulting remarks about Ted in 1x10 is a reasonable reaction to what, from Jamie’s POV, looks like Ted unreasonably dumping him, but a, I’m not sure that Beard knows that, and b, I’m not sure that Beard cares about that. You might also argue that Nate and Jamie have both learned a lot of stuff from people other than Ted, but: see the a and b of the previous sentence. And anyway, this is Beard’s club and you don’t get a say in his absurd selection criteria.)

Beard doesn’t inform anyone of the club’s existence. That includes the other members, Nate and Jamie, who just suddenly finds themselves regularly invited out for drinks with the most mysterious man either of them have ever met.

There are a lot of weird but oddly good talks about feelings. There are silences neither Jamie nor Nate know what to do with. And then there’s the football strategy chatter, which unites them all in a wild and eager frenzy, and an unexpected but pleasant sense of shared understanding.

Nate think it’s nice that Beard wants to hang and he’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth anyway, so he doesn’t question the set-up. Jamie generally assumes that given the choice anyone would always choose to hang with him always, so. He’ll indulge his coach. They have a shared love of trivia.

Eventually Beard learns of Rebecca’s early transgressions, and (secretely) inducts her into the secret club. Club meetings get a whole lot more interesting from there on out.

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Price: My legs hurt.

Ghost, without taking his eyes from the paperwork in front of him: If you put them on fire eventually your nerves will burn off and you won’t feel pain anymore.

Price: …

Price: Are you okay?

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manifesting royjamiekeeley ot3 for tonight's episode 🙏

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How to spot signs and symptoms of Breast Cancer 

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Overheard at debriefing:

Ghost: I made a mistake. The only solution is being put down like a sick dog.

Soap: Simon…

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also son of a bitch

SIRIUS BLACK DOSE NOT CRY!

HE SOBS!

DO YOU KNOW WHY HE SOBS?

BECAUSE IT IS HIS NAME!

SIRIUS ORION BLACK!

S.O.B

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Real.

Soap: We should get a cake.

Ghost: What’s the occasion?

Soap: I’m stressed.

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Overheard at the mess hall.

Soap: I don’t care if I have microplastics in my body.

Soap: You know what else is in there? Love, joy and kindness.

Soap: They will take care of the microplastics.

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Soap: Oh, you think I have pretty eyes?

Ghost: Yes.

Soap: Just wait until I’m looking up at you from down on my knees with my hands tied beh-

Soap, is hit by a mysterious object thrown by Gaz.

Roach: Bullseye!

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(Denial is a river in Egypt)

Gaz: I read one of every four people is gay.

Gaz: That means there’s one gay person in our team.

Soap: Only one? I wonder who...

Soap: I hope it’s Simon. He's hot as fuck.

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Overheard at Captain Price's office.

Soap: No. I’m not arguing with a tall, dark-eyed, soft but mean killing machine.

Soap, winking at Ghost: Whatever you say, goes, beautiful.

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Texting:

Soap: You can’t spell cat without a

Price: Without a what?

Soap: Without a

Gaz: Mate…

Price: …

(5 minutes later)

Ghost: Without a what, Johnny?

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Overheard at briefing.

Soap, from a chair across the room: I’m sure a gay man invented maps they had to spread on tables so they could watch other men bending over them, hands flat and arms outstretched.

Ghost, without taking his eyes from the map in front of him: Take a picture, it will last longer.

*Sound of camera shutter.*

Price: Simon, don't encourage him.

*More camera shutter sounds.*

Price: Soap! That's enough!!!