Music I think Roy Kent likes and why
Madonna. In season 3, episode 3, Roy said, "[Pre-Madonna] means before Madonna, female vocalists didn't have to work that hard." This implies a great respect for Madonna and her craft. Also, it's an example of a very specific kind of queer guy misogyny that I find very humorous and implicative (of him being queer).
The Sex Pistols (and other punk rock). Two of their songs are in the Ted Lasso soundtrack. One of them specifically plays when Roy is about to do some pundit work for the first time. I think it's meant to be his hype up music. They're also, of course, anti-fascist and anti-monarchy, which I think Roy would vibe with. He's giving punk.
The music of the Muppets. Canonically (not that I necessarily consider this kind of thing canon, lol) a Muppets fan, I think he'd love the soundtracks to the movies, as well as the numbers they do on the original show.
Rap; Salt-n-Pepa, Queen Latifah, and Beyoncé. I just think he would like them. In season 1, episode 6, Keeley mentions that he has rapped, implying at least some interest in the genre.
Leonard Cohen. I think Roy's Jewish, and he's a broody, sensual bitch. It adds up perfectly. Sidenote: while "She's a Rainbow" by the Rolling Stones was a great choice for the song he runs home to football to, I think Cohen's "Ain't No Cure for Love" would've fucking slayyyed..."I loved you for a long, long time / I know this love is real / It don't matter how it all went wrong / That don't change the way I feel / And I can't believe that time is gonna heal / This wound that I'm speaking of" "I've got you like a habit / And I'll never get enough" "I don't need to be forgiven / For loving you so much"
Klezmer. Again, if Roy is Jewish, and we know he loves and misses his grandad...it's simple. He HAS a record player and a dope sound system, and on his shelves there ARE old klezmer records that he remembers dancing around to with his grandad in their old flat.
Amy Winehouse. Again, if Roy is Jewish, and we know he is broody and bitchy, it is a given. "Rehab" is his anthem when his knee gets bad and he is reluctant to treat it.
Disco; Donna Summer and Jessie Ware. It's just great workout music, and it slays, and if he's queer, well, yes, of course he likes disco.
Pop rock; Elton John and Queen. If he's queer...it's a given. I think he particularly likes "I Think I'm Going to Kill Myself" and "Rocket Man", as he is suicidal (I can't find the interview where Goldstein said this) (it's just Word of God anyway), and the most rocket man motherfucker ever.
The music of the people he loves; Led Zeppelin, Cream, Tina Turner, and Stevie Nicks. Phoebe, Keeley, and Jamie like these musicians. He's a caring uncle, boyfriend, and friend. He is listening and learning. Also, I think Phoebe would be into some weird stuff, like outsider music - maybe some Tiny Tim. I think Roy would also enjoy the music of other friends, from plenty of other genres.
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@feleshero asked //
❝ Mr. Tartt, Mr. Tartt! Felicia Hardy, Sable News. If you could put together a 'dream team' of Footballers, past and present, with yourself on the roster, who would you choose and who would you want to play against? ❞
Jamie's eyes light up - it's obvious he's been waiting ages for someone to ask him this. He's thought about it his whole fucking life, and though some numbers have switched around since he was a kid, he's still got a solid answer in his head. "We're gonna pretend all these men can set aside their egos, yeah?" Jamie starts, laying down the big ground rule. But there are some personalities that have clashed so much that Jamie refuses to even put them in his dream team together - Carragher and Kent have always fucking hated each other, Jamie doubts they could even play one match together in fantasy. He leans forward against the desk, a bright glint in his eye.
"Anyways, from back to front. I'm keepin' Zoreaux in goal, I haven't played with a single keeper I trust more'n him. He's been on a hot streak recently, he'll earn the Yashin before 'e retires. So he's my 1. M'back line, I've got Kyle Walker and Ashley Cole at fullbacks, right and left respectfully. Walker's the fastest defenceman I've ever played with and a good man t'boot, and Cole and Kent had great chemistry with England and with Chelsea. So, 2 and 3." Jamie's doing his best not to ramble, to split up his answers, but he's on a roll, and he's not stopping any time soon.
"Centre backs. Fucking easy. Pep 'n Paddy O'Gara. I don't think I need t'explain either of those. Both of 'em had the capability t'move up the pitch and play in almost an 8, but they were fucking aces on a back line, and I'd've loved the chance t'play with Pep, and t'play more with Paddy. 4 and 5 - Guardiola, O'Gara." He taps his fingers on the desk with each name.
"Movin' up t'midfield, we've got John Terry at the 6, Beckham at the 7, Obisanya at the 11, and Kent at the true 8." There he is, the one that Jamie always wanted to play with at his prime. Jamie may have committed murder to play with Roy Kent at his Chelsea and England peak. "Terry'n Kent got along at Chelsea. Beckham's a fucking legend, any English lad'd have him at their 7." Sam's one of the greatest wingers he's ever played with - and, though Jamie gave Sam's typical position to Beckham, Sam's flexible - he can easily play left wing just as well as he can play on the right. Everyone associates Roy Kent with the number 6, but he played like an 8. He wore the 8 for England more often than not. Fucking legend, Roy Kent, who could ask for any number he wanted and get it. And Terry kept his Academy number his whole career, so Kent got the 6 he wanted at Chelsea. Jamie's clearly thought about this, too. Terry might play the 6, but he'd wear 26, and Kent would wear 6 but play 8, just like he always did.
Plus, Jamie's deferred the 8 to Roy. That, in his opinion, shows the respect he's got for the man. Jamie can play other positions. He is still on this team, after all.
"For the 9, it's Thierry Henry. Man is a fucking legend, still Arsenal's top scorer, with a deep love of the game. He's a good man, he were a great player, it'd be an honour t'share the pitch with him. Plus, he played for Pep at Barça, which's good, 'cause I need more men who know how t'play total football firsthand, but know that Rojas is close behind. Give 'im a bit more time t'develop properly and he might sneak his way in there."
Jamie smirks, leaning forward against the table. "Guess that leaves me at the 10, don't it?" There are debates - what position does Jamie Tartt really play? Of course Jamie's seen the debates. The 8, the 10, the 9. He drops too far back for a true 10, plays too far forward to be a true 8. He wears 9, but no one in their proper mind'll think of Jamie as a striker after their switch to total football - that's all Dani's job. Jamie thinks of himself as an atypical 8, but he'll gladly take the glory of the 10 on this team.
"Now, I know, most of these lads're English. Sure, I'm a little biased, but that's it. That's m'team, that's my eleven." He nods, touching his chest as he leans back from the microphone. "Just off the top of m'head."
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Smash or Pass + Excella! Any of your muses to be honest!!
{Meme}: {x}
“Smash,” he drawled without looking up from the game. King De Vil was NOT cheating him this fucking time.
“Aye, I agree with Claude, De Vil?”
“Oh give me a second to confer with my very sexy & fire breathing wife to answer for us both, darling.”
“Eadric. Janus. De Vil. Jamie is our girlfriend. We have the exact same taste in women! You just want me to say it to amuse yourself…
“Yes. &?”
Long suffering sigh. “Smash.”
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May I introduce you to my OCs of my latest story that actually might stand a chance of being finished bc my friend is reading it as I write?
My MC is Matt (xe/xem). Matt spontaneously named xemself after literal mats because that was the first thing xe saw when asked. Why did Matt have to make up a name on the spot? Well, you see, xe doesn't have a family, or friends, or any memory of chidhood days. Or even people who notice and remember xem regularly. In return, Matt had certain abilities - xe can (consciously) only move through time OR space, but never both. Xe has learned to coordinate moving a bit and letting a bit of time pass to create the illusion of moving normally, or at least xe's close enough. Since talking is also conscious movement, and time stops whenever xe moves, Matt can't talk to other humans. Xe uses a phone with buttons to communicate, if xe has to.
Enter: Jamie. He's a (trans) guy who noticed Matt (most people's brains tend to filter out anything they're not made to comprehend, and Matt is such a thing). He approached xem, partially bc he was excited to meet another trans person, and bc Matt was just interesting to him. His brain might be wired differently, idk. He tries really hard to be a ray of sunshine (and succeeds), and decides to befriend Matt. He doesn't mind that xe tends to be rather apathetic (a survival strategy on xeir part tbh), or that Matt takes ages to type out what xe wants to say, or that xe is very bad at facial expressions and body contact.
And then we have the fucker who caused all of this: a man obsessed with time-travel. Or something. He might have lost a loved one and then dedicated his life to change it - and the worst part is, he did find a place where time and space go together, and where one can step outside them. The problem? The human brain is not meant to comprehend anything lying outside of time and space. Time and space aren't meant to be disrupted. He survives, but all he can think about is the beauty of the fabric of the universe as it tears and breaks apart, and how he wants everyone to see it. But there is something - someone - whom the universe created to balance things out, someone he is drawn towards every time he makes a step even though he can't control those anymore, even while the ground shifts beneath his feet and he can see the cycle of time washing over everyone and everything again and again and again (he should have died when he didn't).
And the key to the universe breaking apart is Matt's life.
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