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[richmnd]

#RICHMND !     an independent sideblog for a multimuse of original characters based on apple tv+'s  ted lasso.     loved by flora ♡

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[richmnd]

working on something…

[richmondsway]

@richmnd ( sinéad ) , starter call .

he's finally been able to get aodhán to fall asleep. their youngest is rocked back and forth steadily on paddy's chest. his hand ever so slowly travels underneath the blanket he and sinéad are sharing, fingers drawing lazy circles on her knee. "how's the headache?" his words are bit a whisper, the faintest summer breeze, but they'd never needed much words to understand one another.

[richmnd]

“  yeah, better,  ”     she sighs gratefully,  keeping the ice pack pressed to her forehead as she turns her head to look upon her darling husband and their son asleep in his arms.   their third child,  and this was still a sight that sinéad knows she could never tire of seeing…   how soon is too soon to try for a fourth?   the thought has her laugh out loud,  which she regrets as her headache twinges,  but paddy’s touch is so relaxing that she can feel herself exhale that pain away.     “  y’can give him here now if y’want,  love.   go shower or whatever y’need to do,  we’ll be fine !  ”

@p1tched

[allthingsmusings]

autumn/halloween sentence starters! 🍂🍁🎃

masterlist of autumn and halloween themed sentence starters! some are original, but most are collected from other posts.

​❝ i made pumpkin cookies! want to try one? ❞

❝ did you cut yourself carving the pumpkin? let me see it. ❞

❝ stay still i’m almost done with your costume. ❞

​❝ let’s paint pumpkins. ❞

❝ hurry up! we’re going to be late for the costume party! ❞

❝ help me decorate! ❞

​❝ let’s open some windows, okay? ❞

​❝ it’s starting to rain… ❞

​❝ bring a jacket! ❞

​❝ do we really need to go to a pumpkin patch? can’t we just buy one at the store? ❞

​❝ let’s go pick pumpkins! ❞

​❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞

​❝ you sound sick. are you sick? ❞

*sneeze* ​❝ sorry, allergies. ❞

​❝ wanna go out for halloween? ❞

​❝ looks like it’s time to rake the leaves… ❞

​❝ let’s go get hot chocolate then go for a walk. ❞

​❝ let’s go trick-or-treating! ❞

❝ let’s go jump in the leaves! ❞

​❝ come in here where it’s dry! ❞

​❝ it’s dark?! already?! ❞

​❝ ooh it’s chilly out. ❞

​❝ please, enough with the pumpkin spice. ❞

​❝ good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ❞

❝ did you hear about the werewolf/vampire/witch roaming around this town on halloween night? ❞

❝ let’s go to the haunted house! oh, please, please, please, please?! ❞

❝ i don’t get scared. i’m practically fearless. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ we have to get out of here! ❞

❝ are you going to hide in my shoulder the whole time? or actually watch the movie? ❞

❝ i’m not going in a graveyard. ❞

❝ what did you get? ❞

❝ want to trade candy? ❞

❝ i got a rock. ❞

❝ don’t blame me! it was your idea to come in here! ❞

❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞

❝ i just can’t wait for halloween! ❞

❝ you should totally buy that costume! ❞

❝ trick or treat! ❞

❝ happy halloween! ❞

❝ happy fall! ❞

❝ i wanna make sure that my jack-o-lantern is the best! ❞

❝ i’ll race you through the corn maze! ❞

❝ that guy in the gorilla costume has been following us for the past ten blocks. ❞

❝ aww come on! it was a prank! ❞

❝ please, please, PLEASE no scary movie marathon! ❞

❝ that wasn’t funny! ❞

❝ i keep tripping over my costume. ❞

❝ i’m not sure we should go down that street. ❞

❝ no fair! your costume is getting you more candy. ❞

❝ faster! we need to get to all of the houses! ❞

❝ forget being ‘too old’ to trick or treat. i’m doing this forever! ❞

❝ i don’t like these woods. ❞

❝ i just saw something! ❞

❝ look at that intestine cake! ❞

❝ i’m a real vampire. ❞

❝ do you think stuff really happens on halloween? like..supernatural stuff. ❞

❝ i made us matching costumes! ❞

❝ i think i just saw something move outside your window…is someone watching us? ❞

❝ you’re not going to make me carve this pumpkin all by myself, are you? ❞

❝ did you hear there’s a masquerade ball this halloween? let’s go! ❞

❝ you shouldn’t go out there! ❞

❝ s-scared? me? i’m not..scared. ❞

[richmnd]

shut up and look at them

[criticalfai1ure]

@richmnd / matilda said : " why are we whispering? "

oz brings a finger up to his lips, face scrunching as he implores tilly to whisper just a bit lower.

❝ might've pissed a prick off for insulting his taste in music, among other things, and may 'r may not be hiding til his masculinity finishes blowing its gasket. ❞ it can hardly be considered oz's fault, really. in his very professional opinion, beefing with a musician over music that is indisputably terrible is immediate grounds for the harshest of criticisms — how was he to know he'd almost get decked for being Correct?

idle fingers lace themselves with matilda's and oz begins swinging their joined arms, brow furrowed as he listens to the commotion through the door. ❝ problem is, now i can't hear shite to judge if it's safe. ❞

[richmnd]

she had seen him sneak outside,  and like the little alice girl who went to wonderland,  matilda had been all too curious and chose to follow oz like their own white rabbit.   but she had just wanted to know why he ran off in the first place,  blinking those dream-filled wide eyes up at her bassist as he explained and then tilting their head in mild confusion.

“  you’re silly,  oz…   i can go see if he’s calmed down yet for you !  ”     matilda smiles as if the answer had been obvious,  though she holds tightly onto his hand in their own,  words saying she would go but body saying otherwise.   her free hand moves to affectionately brush her thumb along his jawline,  giggling at the scenario they shared  —  the two of them,  alone,  hiding together in this very secret room.   it was like one of their d&d scenarios,  but this time it was actually real life, not a game.   pressing their lips together in a tight line,  matilda nods with resolution,  before reaching up on her tiptoes and stealing a quick kiss from oz.     “  for good luck !   come on,  come back inside,  ozzy  —  if he’s still being rude,  i’ll tell him to sod off !  ”

[leaguepremarch]

lithe hands push back at her mass of blonde curls; it was always warmer in summer when you had this amount of hair, noa had always found, " i errr... i'm no good with all the football lark, i mean -- i keep up, yeah, but that's .. that gene skipped right over my head. " she laughs lightly, in that very mazur way, the way that makes her nose wrinkle up for a second, " i don't -- is this even.. i mean, are you about to ask me something on the record or what have you? " she was in the habit of spying a journo of some description and immediately reeling off the things she can remember her dad saying way back when (it'd only been, what, six years? still. a forever ago), " god, i'm not very good at this, me.. you should get jonny, he's the superstar. " @richmnd.

[richmnd]

ash had a multitude of loves,  and whilst sports was definitely one of them  ( though they’ve yet to decide on a team to support,  just more in love with the game itself )  there would always be an artsy side to them.   which is why,  when joining marcus to a match and she had spotted noa,  ash had kicked herself into gear and approached the performer…   only to have accidentally flustered them.     “  no !   shit,  no,  this is totally off-record, ”     if noa didn’t do sports then there was little use of being on-record right now,  but that definitely wasn’t the point.     “  no,  i just wanted to come over and say i saw your recent show !   it was fucking amazing…   i know i’m a sports journalist right now —  you can blame my dad for that —  but i actually reviewed your show on my channel !  ”     ash doesn’t mean to ramble,  their hands clamped tightly around the strap of her worn-out satchel as if trying to ground themselves,  but this was a privilege few others had and they’d be damned if they had missed this shot.   suddenly reaching a hand out,  left lingering between them as they offered a handshake,  ash summoned a genuine smile for noa.     “  i just wanted to talk to you,  introduce myself…   but if you could actually scrounge a one-on-one with jon for me,  i’d be eternally grateful !  ”     she had been the priority in their approach,  but one could never dismiss an opportunity like that.

[kim-jisoo]

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[richmondsway]

he  manages  to  chuckle  alongside  her,  smiles  into  the  kiss  she  gives  him.    his  arms  slide  around  her  frame,  protective  and  loving,  one  hand  sliding  to  her  belly  when  he  feels  it  bump  against  him.    despite  all  the  heavy  emotions  involved    –    concern,  frustration,  which  more  often  than  not  turns  into  anger    –    paddy  cannot  help  but  lean  into  his  love,  his  gratitude  to  having  build  this  family  with  sinéad.    there’d  been  a  time  when  he’d  almost  accepted  that  his  life  in  manchester  would  be  that  of  a  lonely  man,  a  lone  wolf  amongst  other  legends  on  the  pitch.    yet  now  his  house  is  filled  with  laughter,  he’s  learned  how  to  make  his  own  honey  pops  and  the  love  of  his  life  remains  by  his  side.    he  leans  in  and  plants  another  kiss  against  sinéad’s  forehead,  nodding  at  her  words.

his  hand  makes  its  way  from  her  belly  to  gently  take  her  hand,  guiding  her  into  the  bathroom.    paddy  sits  her  down  at  the  edge  of  the  tub,  on  his  knees  as  he  turns  on  the  faucet  and  checks  the  temperature  of  the  water.    she  hadn’t  asked  for  him  to  draw  a  bath,  but  he  wouldn’t  be  paddy  o’gara  if  he  didn’t  add  in  that  little  extra  for  the  person  he  loves  the  most.    he  presses  a  kiss  against  her  knee  before  getting  on  his  feet  again,  his  fingers  hooking  at  the  hem  of  her  t-shirt  to  take  it  off.    “ i  might  need  to  go  check  on  the  girls  in  a  minute ” ,  he  says,  his  voice  soft  spoken;  a  privilege  only  reserved  for  the  o’gara  household  and  any  who  belongs  to  it,  “ but  i’ll  be  back  to  come  help  you  out,  alright,  darling? ”    he  speaks  as  he  fills  the  bath  with  her  favorite  scents,  goes  through  the  effort  of  putting  on  a  few  candles  despite  the  morning  sun  already  reaching  for  the  sky.

[richmnd]

it’s a treasured secret between them,  the truly gentle-hearted nature of paddy o’gara,  the man known for his pure force of being on the pitch.   sinéad had known longer than anybody,  and even though he had never asked it of her,  it would have been a secret she’d take to her grave.   she could’ve spoken about her husband for a lifetime,  endlessly proud of him and the life they had created together over the last decade and a bit  —  but she rarely did.   because the tenderness of paddy was something private,  something for her eyes only,  and given her relationship with the paparazzi,  that was something she really held tightly onto keeping private.

letting herself be lead into their bathroom,  sinéad decides there and then that she wouldn’t look at her phone again today.   let it ring,  let her notifications build up…   today had begun with enough turmoil,  and with paddy taking such special care to fix that,  she doesn’t want to spoil his efforts.     “  i think éire has been practising her tiktok dances in her room,  i heard something shuffling about earlier…   teag might still be asleep though,  ”     the mother smiles fondly as they discuss their babies who were not quite babies anymore as time passed them by.   how lucky she was to not only marry this man,  but to also bring a family into this world with him too  —  the o’garas and mcloughlins growing together,  side by side as always,  even after twenty-plus years.   dipping her hand in to quickly check the water’s temperature,  sinéad quickly reaches for paddy’s face to hold in her soaked touch,  devilish grin plastered upon her face as she deliberately scratch her wet fingers through his beard.   she thought he could never get more handsome than he already was…   and then retirement brought forth this scruff on his face,  and sin had actually wolf-whistled one day in appreciation of her man.   but now she simply lets him lift her shirt off from her body,  thanking him with another kiss as her head pops out from the neckhole and peacefully inhaling the candles scents that fill the room.     “  d’ya think we could bribe the girls into having a sofa day?   snacks and movies with mam and dad?  ”

[haalandrecs]

please reblog this post if you play a character within or based off of the téd låsso universe. please specify in the tags which characters you play and if they are canon or original

[mazur5s]

his long legs carry him along by her side, hands slung in his trouser pockets as they go, face giving nothing away save for the cock of one brow, nodding slowly as his lips twitch up into a smile beneath his facial hair. she wasn't wrong. the cunts tended to outweigh the alright fellas, actually. " i dunno, do i? i like t'think i don't give off a shitty impression on tv or on the internet or nothin'! " it makes him chuckle a little, nothing ill in nature, before he fixes her with his actual smile, " well -- how's this. am i alright? will i do? "

[richmnd]

will he do?   flo,  ever the strict realist,  actually takes a second to think over that answer.   but jon has given her no real reasons to doubt him,  and he’s been so very sweet whenever he’s been with primrose  —  but she can’t deny how overwhelming the mazur worship was in this country,  a small, hidden part of her spooked by just how public his life seemed,  which she knows was ironic coming from a life-blogger,  but at least she controlled what went out.     “  you’re very well behaved on tv,  yes jon,  ”     she says,  as a slightly fond smile creeps onto her lips and she pushes the buggy towards a bench near some incredibly brightly-coloured flowers.   prim would love them.     “  depends what you mean though  —  if you suddenly decided to become a dentist?   don’t know,  might say you’d be a bit shit right now.   but if you mean this thing we have?  ”     pushing her sunglasses onto her head as she crouches in front of the pushchair,  flo meets jon’s eyes with a smirk,     “  i guess i’ll keep you around a bit longer,  yeah.  ”

[sunprompts]

TEXTING STARTERS

Let’s text! feel free to make edits to better suit your muse’s voice/typing style/contact names, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post. 💛

[ text ] are you awake?

[ text ] it’s been three days! why haven’t you been answering your phone?

[ text ] are you ignoring me?

[ text ] can you let me in? I’m out front.

[ text ] are you okay?

[ text ] I miss you.

[ text ] are you at home?

[ text ] did you get home safe?

[ text ] where are you?

[ text ] what did you do?

[ text ] how did you get this number?

[ text ] can we talk?

[ text ] hey, is this [ name/wrong name ]?

[ text ] are you drunk?

[ text ] do you also hear thunder outside?

[ text ] text me when you get home safe.

[ text ] are you in my kitchen??

[ text ] stop lying to me!

[ text ] what the hell happened?

[ text ] why do you only text me at 3am?

[ text ] okay, that’s it. I’m coming over.

[ text ] do you want to come over?

[ text ] stop shutting me out.

[ text ] come over.

[ text ] are you lost?

[ text ] do you want to talk?

[ text ] rough day, huh?

[ text ] can you bring snacks on your way here?

[richmnd]

thinking about this

[leaguepremarch]

" go on, then, " tessa sips at her wine, it's not the best, but it was drinkable ( and was a damn slight better than the tequila she had been eyeing up previously, no doubt ), " because whatever it is, i can promise you it's no more embarrassing than me going crawling back to 'tonio. " her tone is light despite her words; she didn't truly see it as a weakness, as a thing to be ashamed about, she's just trying to make light of the whole dating thing, leaning into what the press had said about her that week. swirling the dregs of her glass, tessa offers chelsea a smile, slightly crooked and creasing the corners of her eyes, her real smile, not her businesswoman one or modelling one, " the floor is yours, as they say. " @richmnd

[richmnd]

chelsea likes tessa.   there’s a live-and-learn energy about the other woman that makes the dancer feel a little less alone in her catastrophes…   which ironically,  is exactly what the entrepreneur was trying to coax from her. a mutual collection of messes.     “  fuck,  okay…  ”     her gaze dips away from tessa’s,  falling to stare into her lap for a split second  —  she was really about to tell her the truth,  about her and faysal,  about the surprising little cherry on top of that new relationship too.   she’s never considered herself a nervous girl,  but as she lifts her gaze to once again meet tessa’s,  her stare pleading for empathy,  chelsea can’t help but feel stupidly anxious.   almost as bad as she had felt when waiting for the initial callback from pineapple.

“  tessa,  i’m deadly serious right now,  this has to stay between us—  ”     because this is the first time she’s about to say all this aloud,     “  —me and fez,  yeah?   it was,  originally,  just a fake relationship.   somewhere for me to live,  something to get the paps off his back…   but something happened,  ”     fingertips brushing against her stomach,  she glances towards her own glass of wine,  left entirely untouched on the table since tessa first poured it.   it’s a waste,  but given her next confession,  it was a necessary one.     “  i don’t think it’s so fake anymore…   because i’m pregnant.  ”

[premleague-a]

He makes a noise that's something like a hum when she digs her nails into his skin harder. He's used to pain, if only because he's played football for thirteen years and he's been tackled every way a striker could be tackled. And somebody digging their nails into his skin isn't the worst feeling he's had from a partner. At least they aren't trying to pull his hair. "If you didn't want a twat, you would've turned around the second you saw me in only a towel," Taron points out, running his tongue over his teeth and giving her a smirk. They knew what they were getting themself into, in Taron's humble opinion. It's not like his personality's a fucking secret. "Oh, this a good spot for you...?" he asks, pressing his lips back to their jaw, the very same spot that had drawn a moan from them only moments prior. He groans under his breath as she pulls away, reaching for his shirt to tug it on over his head - no more nails against his bare fucking back, thank you very much. "Don't let it get to your head, babe," he drawls, reaching for the necklace he'd come in with. "Do you mind clasping this for me?" he asks, draping it around his neck, turning his back to her. "But yeah. I'd do it again. Just not in the dressing room, where my fucking skipper could walk in at any time."

[richmnd]

they hated to admit it but he had a point.   she had every chance to back out of the room they had entered by accident,  to not stare at the striker stood in just his post-shower towel,  and yet ash had instead risen to the bait that taron had laid out so perfectly for them.   but denial was their best friend when confronted with him.     “  i definitely should’ve turned back around,  ”     they bite,  but don’t really mean it  —  especially as he smirks before diving back to leave another kiss against that gentle spot that had their heart racing, drawing another breathless sound from ash.   it wasn’t necessarily that specific spot they liked,  but the image that had sprung to mind of him slowly making his way down her body,  kissing a map against every inch of their skin.   fucking shit,  this really was a bad idea,  they note,  even as that quiet groan of his instinctively causes their core to tighten.   taron turns his back to them,  missing the look of disbelief that flashes across their features as he dares to mention her getting bigheaded,     “  firstly,  not your babe,  and secondly,  you can shut up about not getting an ego  —  you’re a walking talking narcissist,  ”     they scorn,  though lithe fingers expertly master the clasp to his necklace and give a light yank on the chain to symbolise it was done,  before she stepped down from the bench  —  he was clearly done with the whole making-out thing,  focusing on getting himself dressed again,  so they assumed this was a not-so-gentle cue to leave.     “  you started it,  taron.  if we got caught it would’ve been your fault,  and your punishment to bear,  ”     ash pokes into his side with a soft laugh,  smug smile on their own lips now at the idea of him running laps just for kissing them,     “  you’ve got my number,  right?   feel free to actually use it.  ”

[richmnd]

look at them <333

[richmnd]