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missezramay · 11 months

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ted lasso, post-finale thoughts.

I went into the finale thinking yeah, if the writing serves, I can accept any outcome even if it's not exactly what I want. Instead, I was hit with a plethora of mixed emotions I didn't expect to have. Confusion, anger, hurt, annoyance, small bursts of joy in between, and just deep sadness. Almost 20 hours later and I'm still incredibly dissatisfied and processing. For the most part, finales should provide a feeling of celebration and relief. I... don't feel any of that.

I'm just really trying to pinpoint why I'm so sad.

Of course everything inevitably has to come to an end. Of course Ted was always going to reunite with his kid. Of course it's not about winning or losing. Of course Tedbecca can remain platonic if that was always the plan. Of course that's the way life goes, but...

For a show (and this season particularly) that constantly encouraged us to 'believe' and 'hope' in the idea that 'everything will work out', all those 75 minutes did was take me on an unsettling, emotional journey for no concrete reason other than to mess with the audience (the opening scene was just adding salt in the Tedbecca wound I've had since S2). Because everything in a macro sense, "worked out". But the WAY it "worked out" does not sit well with me?? And it's supposed to? For a lot of people (on Reddit/Facebook, lol), it was enough?? Richmond not technically winning and Ted leaving like that without so much as a tear? What am I missing??

When I tell you I'm trying to embrace the good parts, I'm really trying. Yes to KBPR & the women's team, Yes to Colin kissing his fella, Yes to Rebecca & Mae & the guys owning the club, Yes to Roy becoming Manager.

So... why am I still so upset? Hmm, let's see.

The boys' musical number? The cutest. Ted didn't think so.

Nate's apology? Heartbreaking. Ted didn't bat an eyelash.

Rebecca begging twice for Ted to stay? Ted, absolute silence.

Beard staying/getting married in London to his toxic gf? Comic relief, haha, fine. Except Ted wasn't there as Best Man.

Don't even get me started on the huge disservice to the Roy/Keeley/Jamie triangle.

Now listen, I get that he misses Henry & Henry misses his dad. I'm not that cold. A father/son's love is important. It was always the catalyst for this show; for him to work on himself so he can be a better father unlike the one he grew up with. That's fine.

But on this particular week. His last week with his Richmond family. There was NO sense of him being sad to leave them. He can be sad about missing Henry but he can ALSO be sad about leaving. No, he just completely checked out. He let everyone pour out their hearts (Hannah's getting her third Emmy, mark my words) to him, and he just stone-faced the entire time.

THIS DOES NOT MAKE ANY SENSE TO ME.

The argument is that he was internally processing, he was overwhelmed, he was trying to distance himself so it would hurt less. Fair points, okay. But this is a television show, moreover, A FINALE. TV characters, while relatable, are heightened versions of ourselves, there so we can better process our emotions and learn to handle things better in our real lives. Ted deserved MORE dialogue and displaying MORE emotion than whatever this was.

We're never going to see him again. We're over here crying along with Rebecca, Nate & Beard, but he didn't sob once. Even though he spent three years building a family with them. I even thought, hey at least he left his legacy with Trent's book but newsflash, he wanted his name taken off that too! Complete erasure.

I just feel so robbed of better moments. Like there were nice moments here and there. But they could've been BETTER. Honestly, Nate & Rebecca's breakdowns were close to perfection, so much love there. But the lack of dialogue and Ted not reciprocating? Broke ME.

I just cannot. understand. this. choice.

Massive sigh. I'm just truly baffled by the way everything wrapped up and not getting the satisfied feeling that one half of the viewership got. Maybe I'm in the minority, but that means something. It carries weight. Also, for a "three-season arc" that was planned well in advance, why all the rewrites and parallels and fakeouts... it's just cruel. But as the theme says (and maybe this was a warning all along), yeah, I guess this might well be it.

This show has given us so much and the last season flailed for the most part. I don't want to disrespect the show by being negative and cynical (looks like I failed!!) or cast blame on anyone in particular. The cast/crew are amazing people and I'll be grateful for being a part of the journey but I'm just so sad and this feeling sucks and I will never get over it.

Going to miss them. x

#ted lasso #spoilers #thoughts #finale #text post #tedbecca #roykeeley #jason sudeikis #hannah waddingham

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couragehopelovefaith · 7 months

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Very severe "missing Tedbecca"-hours going on here..

#ted lasso #rebecca welton #tedbecca

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roamwithahungryheart · 11 months

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Look out! It's only part two of The Crimlette's bat mitzvah! (ft. Tedbecca)

Read the rest of Scenes From Another Life here.

Ira had repeatedly insisted all morning that it was going to rain, so it came as a pleasant surprise when the sun slowly crept out from behind the clouds as everyone filtered into the synagogue.

Henry walked in front of Ted, scanning the vast, intricate walls in awe. Formal occasions usually bored Henry. But this one was different - he didn’t have to wear a stiff, uncomfortable suit. He just had to look smart.

Ted stopped Henry at the first row of pews and furrowed his brow. He waved at Trent and signaled him over. “Hey, uh, Trent? I don’t really know what the rules are - do we just sit anywhere or do you need us to go sit somewhere specific?”

Trent smiled. “Don’t worry about it, Ted. The synagogue may be Orthodox, but I’m not. Sit wherever you like.” He walked a few steps, then turned back to Ted, pulling his glasses down onto the bridge of his nose conspiratorially. “Please don’t tell my mother I said that.”

Ted held up a hand. “Scout’s honor.”

Trent hurried off again, watching his parents fawn over Ruth and Batsheva. He smiled sadly to himself, remembering his own bar mitzvah and how proud his parents had been. They didn’t know then that their beloved son would end up having to come out twice in order for them to believe him. And a third time to Rabbi Kellner ‘just to make sure’, whatever that meant.

Trent was a skinny and anxious eighteen year old when he told him he no longer wanted to live the Orthodox lifestyle if it meant his parents wouldn’t accept him - if Rabbi Kellner wouldn’t accept him. This man had all but raised him alongside Helen and Ira. He was just as much a member of his family as anyone else, and the thought of being completely rejected terrified him. But Rabbi Kellner understood. Trent was forever grateful for that.

It was then that Rabbi Kellner seemed to materialize out of thin air. He was relatively young when he’d started to serve the community, but he’d always looked older. Now, he looked ancient.

“Trent! Shabbat shalom. Is everyone ready?”

“The children, yes. The adults? No. I remember standing up there myself, now my niece is old enough to do it. Time flies.”

“Indeed it does.” Rabbi Kellner’s eyes softened. “I’ll go and tidy the bimah to give everyone a few more minutes to get ready.”

In the pews, Henry shifted in his seat and swung his legs a little. The creak of the wood made Ted very aware of his own movements. He still hadn’t quite shaken off the awkwardness of walking into Paul Welton’s funeral late, all eyes on him because of how loudly the door had shut behind him.

“Henry, come on now, hush your butt. Sit tight buddy.”

“Sorry Dad.”

Ted put an arm around his son and gave his shoulder a light squeeze. “It’s okay. Just try and keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times.”

“You got it, Davy Crockett!”

“Ted?”

His head jerked in a double take as he turned to see Rebecca leaning over their pew. As he looked at her, something rumbled inside him - and it definitely wasn’t Mae’s full English breakfast from an hour ago. As good as he was at bottling his emotions, sometimes his face betrayed him. This was, rather unavoidably, one of those times. His face lit up as he greeted her - in fact, they both looked at each other with a great deal of warmth. It was as though no time had passed at all.

“Hey Rebecca! How the heck are ya?”

In spite of how much her body had relaxed when he greeted her, her face was suddenly a little strained. “Good, thank you, Ted. You?”

“Yeah, good, yeah. Y’know, I don’t think you two have ever met - this is my son Henry.” He nudged Henry’s shoulder.

Henry shook Rebecca’s hand. “Nice to meet you Miss Welton.”

Rebecca raised her eyebrows, shooting Ted a surprised look. Ted bobbed his head a little, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Henry knew exactly who she was, even though they’d never met. Ted talked about her more than he was willing to admit. The fondness he held for Richmond had never faded. Coming back, even for just a few days, felt like coming home again.

A tall, bulky man appeared behind Rebecca, followed by a shy little girl. He pressed his palm to the small of Rebecca’s back, and she jolted.

“Oh, Ted, this is Matthjis.” She gestured between them. “Matthjis, this is Ted Lasso, my former colleague.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” Matthjis’ handshake was firm. Perhaps a little too firm for Ted’s liking. “This is my daughter Jelka.” He gently pressed Jelka’s shoulders, encouraging her forward. She was fixated on Henry, obviously much more comfortable in the company of other children. Henry smiled back awkwardly.

“We should probably go and sit down, otherwise we’ll hold up the service.” Rebecca half-laughed.

Ted nodded. “Nice to see ya.”

Rebecca replied with a hum and headed off to the opposite pew with Matthjis and Jelka, who snuggled in between them. Ted couldn’t help casting a glance at the three of them. His face had fallen now. His palms were a little sweaty. He didn’t quite know what to do with himself.

Henry studied his father’s face for a moment. He knew something was wrong, but didn’t ask what it was. He knew that sometimes it was better not to ask.

#Ted Lasso #Trent Crimm #tedbecca #Ted Lasso fic #Ted x Rebecca

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lovemewednesdays · 10 months

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my two cents.

I finished the second season of The Bear. Here are my big thoughts.

I'm really glad a lot of the older cast got to thrive, like Tina and Richie. It's a perfect example of how it's never too late. Which I think is needed in a society that puts a lot of stock into succeeding while you're young.

The new restaurant is fine. Lovely. I'm glad they have a sandwich window to keep the OG stuff, but I will miss the rizz, as the kids say, of The Beef. It had personality, history. I feel like I would be able to go into The Beef and feel completely at home. The Bear? I'm not sure. The word "gentrification" bounced around in my head a lot, and I don't know how to feel about it. Maybe they'll touch on that in later seasons?

WATCHING TINA KILL IT ALL SEASON WAS LIKE WINNING THE LOTTERY. SHE FOUND HER GROOVE, BABY.

Richie was the season for me. Tina was great, of course, but the growth that Richie went through, the fact that he found something to care about, and he was good at it. Ugh. A+ all around. "Forks" was my favorite episode of the whole season.

I wrote a post about the Christmas episode. Wow. Stellar. Gut-wrenching. Hard to fucking watch. I was screaming, "Everyone needs therapy!" the entire time. Definitely one of the best TV episodes of all time. Emmy winner for sure. I'd bet my life on it.

The Richie/Sugar mended relationship arc was all I needed.

The Richie/Sydney mended relationship arc was all I needed.

I just really loved Richie this season, okay? My boy is learning how to respect women and not say the R-word. We love to see it.

I don't eat omelets usually. I've eaten two in the past 12 hours.

The Carmy x Claire arc, for me, was annoying. Not because I didn't like Claire – I didn't love her, but I did like her, especially her relationship with the family – but because it was just so...not needed? Of course, you don't start a brand-new relationship when you're trying to open a restaurant. CARMY KNOWS THAT SHIT. WHY? WHY? Being a chef is one of the hardest jobs to have a work/life balance with. Even I know that, and I'm nowhere near the hospitality industry! I feel like the team could've come up with more creative emotional obstacles for Carm, is all I'm saying.

I knew they were gonna do something with Marcus and Sydney. I knew it, and I couldn't watch my babies go through that. I love their friendship, and I think they'd be cute, but if that's the way the story's going, I'm going to need a little more convincing.

Favorite cameos: Bernthal (obvi), Colman, and Poulter.

The Donna/Pete scene in the last episode was...so good. So, so good. I love Pete.

And finally:

I am surprised to say this, but I am completely neutral about the Syd x Carmy situation. I can see it going either way, and I'd be fine with it either way. As a recovering Tedbecca fan, I thought if I didn't see it, I'd just be protecting myself from another cruel showrunner (I am actually very mad at Sudeikis for the obvious trolling), but I was just neutral. I'm not going to say I don't see it, I totally do. The Chef Kiss (cute ship name!) fans have some valid points, and I hate that the antis make them feel bad. It's unnecessary. And I hate that romance is seen as Less Than in movies and TV shows nowadays, and I will write my thoughts on that later. Because I have a lot of them.

#the bear #the bear fx #carmy berzatto #sydney amadu #richie jerimovich #nic speaks

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mexicangela · 10 months

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there is only what it is and what i wish it was

a/n: another tedbecca drabble, but this time it’s sad because i can only seem to write them happy some of the time right now. the rest of the time it is pain and i am sorry. i think i’ll be posting my little snippets that i don’t think call for an ao3 post on here, but also any of my silly little drabbles are liable to become a full fic, probably.

pairing: ted x rebecca

word count: 318

In another life, they worked. In another life, they worked. In another life, they worked. She had to keep telling herself that. She had to keep it on loop because if she slipped up, she might spiral. Because in another life, he’d stayed. In another life, he’d chosen her. In another life, they worked and they were happy and they were together. She would spend the rest of her days thinking of what they could have had. She would think of all the hours they had to spend apart. She would think of all the laughs and smiles she’d miss out on. She would think of every morning without him. In another life, they worked and they showed each other every day how important they were to one another. She was a little lost without him. She didn’t know who to talk to to give her the light he used to bring to her days. No one else could look at her the way he did. Like she was something to behold. Like she was someone better than she thought she was. He’d made her believe she was. In another life, they worked and they were in love. Her heart wasn’t in it for anyone else, not fully. She’d only realized that after he was gone. After she knew he wasn’t turning around and coming back to her. He was gone and she had to be okay. She had to carry on. Even if she couldn’t imagine life without him. In another life, they worked and they had met much sooner. And they had a family together. Two children, both with his kind eyes and his cheery disposition and his charming smile. A house that felt like home; warm and inviting and lit with the orange glow of bulb light. In another life, they worked and she wasn’t sitting in her kitchen, crying over a glass of wine.

#tedbecca #ted lasso #rebecca welton #ted x rebecca #rebecca x ted #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction

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