#The Office Christmas specials

[loremori]

Martin Freeman (347/366)

📺|The Office Christmas specials (2003) Directed Ricky Gervais |Stephen Merchant Written Ricky Gervais |Stephen Merchant

Dawn (Lucy Davis) and Tim (Martin Freeman) finally get the romantic ending they deserve in 'The Office Christmas Special' in 2003.

[kvtnisseverdeen]

THE OFFICE | 7.11 "Classy Christmas"

[divvy-div-art]

too late in the year to post this for Halloween, too early in the year to post this for Christmas

[the-blossica-fan]

Christmas in the suitcase! Who's doing what to celebrate?

Vertin and her squad (+ a couple helpful arcanists) decorate the suitcase, decorations here and there, most of the time it's something nice or celebratory, but then you see that Balloon Party made some grotesque balloons, Jessica placed some... Unusual decorations (oftentimes critter bones in a tree shape) and Tuesday... Well she bought Christmas stuff! ...at the Halloween store.

"Bloody handprint on this shiny decoration, mm, just right."

"Miss Tuesday, it is not Halloween, there's no need for the fake blood."

"there is always a need for the fake blood, my child."

Speaking of Tuesday, she helps the kids decorate the tree. All find her weird decorations to be unique, so they hang around her during decorations and place their own little bloody handprints on the decorations.

Pain it is for Satsuki, Sonetto and the cleanup team to leave these spotless...

Ms Bunny Bunny enters a "Baking mode" during this. She takes her time to prepare everything for Christmas dinner and makes desserts so they can enjoy after decorating. She doesn't need much help, she can do it herself so she's often seen alone. It's "me time"

Though she appreciates it if some foreign arcanist decides to bring a part of their culture to the kitchen.

The rocking pirate and her co captain Mr APPLe are the ones that put on the mood, a.k.a they steal the radio and place music. Even a lazy captain can do something to lighten the mood.

Hard to tell what the others do, some don't participate much, others only come out during special celebrations. People like Zima, Isolde, Click and Semmelweis are those that come out during special occasions.

Now on some specific arcanists

Cristallo loves this month a lot. The adults allow her to go out and decorate, she can eat sweets (as long as they are prepared by Sotheby) and play with others. Tuesday is especially soft to her, like another Barbara, so she allows her to place more decorations and bloody handprints. She's always excited for every part of the holiday, mostly because she never got to enjoy it before

Isolde spends most of her time with her friends, J and Spathodea drag her around to show her their own decorations and have her try the dishes from their hometown. It's mostly just her burn friends showing her things, but it's the highlight of her day. She even prepares some jewelry for them as a Christmas gift!

Jessica adores the colors, she's been seen trying to eat the lights before Blonney dragged her away. She's dangerous to be left with bright yellow lights like the ones in the tree, she thinks these are tooth faeries... Either way, she eats the most and runs around with the rest, carrying decorations on her back (Yes, she participates in Tuesday's grotesque Christmas). She's never participated in this, so everything is new to her.

Lorelei is fond of the music, but she's one of the few that doesn't participate much. She loves to help them decorate, but she also requires some time for herself. She does decorate her room beautifully tho, the envy of Eternity.

[takenmooon]

not even 10mins into the doctor who christmas special and im already in love

[anneangel]

[andforthecoating]

► Under the Mistletoe

Jim Halpert/Dwight Shrute

also on ao3

“It’s a rule. You know, you’re under a mistletoe, you have to—” Jim gestured vaguely to the ornament above them. How could Dwight not get it?

or

Dwight and Jim share a moment at the office Christmas party

The room swayed beneath his feet as he grabbed a drink from the table in the conference room, but he couldn’t care less. He felt good, in that airy way you do after drinking your whole weight in vodka and then some. Some people were dancing, Kelly pressed tightly against Ryan as his eyes danced across the room, like he was looking for an escape. Meredith was halfway to taking her shirt off as Michael made one joke or another. And Pam… Pam was standing right next to Michael, gently probing him to take the glass of water in her hands.

Then, as if she felt his gaze on her, Pam’s eyes met his. She gave him a sort of small, amused smile as she nodded to Michael’s antics and Jim smiled back, though he suddenly felt a lot less happy. He didn’t know why, because nothing had changed, really. Maybe that was it.

He excused himself from the stilted conversation Kevin was trying to start with him, grabbing his drink and making his way out of the conference room. He needed to be alone, just for a second. Maybe drink some water to clear his head a bit.

The Christmas music blasting as soon as he walked into the office space made him feel slightly off kilter and he had to slow his steps lest he tumble face down on the floor. Without noticing it, he’d made he’d almost made his way to the break room when someone grabbed his arm.

He turned around, to see Pam looking at him, a gentle expression on her face. “You okay?” She asked, voice soft.

He blinked.

“Uh, yeah,” he replied. “Just… going to get some water.”

Pam nodded in understanding. “Okay, I’ll be here when you come back.”

Jim hummed, turning around once more to open the door. The party planning committee obviously hadn’t put as much effort into the decorating in here, he could tell, but there were still some tinsel garlands strewn about the place. The fluorescent light bounced off the glitter in a way that made his already pounding head hurt. As his eyes wandered down, he noticed he wasn’t alone.

Dwight was sitting quietly on the floor in the corner of the break room, furthest away from the door. His back was straight, as he leaned against the wall, the plastic cup beside him untouched as his hands lay on his knees. It was strange, in a way, that Dwight was not with the others, not plastered to Michael’s side like usual. Jim usually hated that about Dwight, but it felt wrong to not be able to tease him about it.

Dwight’s gaze, that had been fixed on the door, moved to Jim as he walked into the room, closing the door behind him. Dwight’s eyebrows drew together and Jim grinned back at him, water all but forgotten.

“What are you doing here, Dwight? Thought you’d be all up in Michael’s business by now.” Jim prided himself on how sober he sounded, but then Dwight’s shoulders slumped ever so slightly, and Jim immediately wanted to take it back. Why did he want to take it back?

Dwight huffed. “He’s busy.”

“So you’re hiding in here?”

Dwight didn’t dignify that with an answer, and Jim couldn’t blame him. His body buzzed as he made his way over, hovering slightly above Dwight. For some reason, Jim felt the inexplicable urge to sit down next to the man, talk to him maybe. Before he could rationalize his thoughts, he slid down beside him.

Dwight turned his head toward him. Jim couldn’t read the expression on his face on a good day. Right now it was impossible. He squinted, trying to see any hints of emotion. He looked tired, maybe. Jim couldn’t tell and his head felt heavy, like it was made of cotton. He leaned it back against the wall, hoping to stop the room from spinning so much.

“What are you doing?” Dwight asked indignantly.

“I’m sitting down.”

Duh.

“I can see that, but what are you doing?”

“What are you doing?” Jim asked, feeling like a genius at the deflection.

“I’m sitting down,” Dwight retorted, but as he saw Jim’s probing look, he sighed “It’s too loud.”

Jim pressed his head tighter against the wall, head pounding. It felt like an admission, somehow, but he couldn’t figure out why.

“Too loud?”

Dwight grunted and Jim took it as the non-answer it was. He let his eyes roam the room once more. As he averted his eyes, a glimmer of something above the two of them caught his eye. He turned his head to the ceiling. There, pale green and duct taped to the ceiling, was a mistletoe.

Here he was, under a mistletoe, and not with the girl of his dreams, like he’d dreamt it. Instead, the tea pot was forgotten on the reception desk, decidedly lacking a note and Pam was somewhere out there, swaying on her feet and trying to reign in Michael. And Jim? He was under a mistletoe, with Dwight, of all people. Jim almost laughed at the absurdity

Despite the apparent soberness of the other man, Jim was pretty sure he was the only one who had noticed the doom hanging above them. He could ignore it, he knew he could, but it was a rule of Christmas. It felt important.

Jim frowned. Then why hadn’t Dwight kissed him?

“It’s a rule,” Jim mumbled, finishing his trail of thought.

“What?”

“You know, you’re under a mistletoe, you have to—” Jim gestured vaguely to the ornament above them. How could Dwight not get it?

Dwight scoffed. “Of course I know that.”

“So we should.” At Dwight’s confused stare, he continued. “I mean do that. We should,” he repeated, though he couldn’t tell you why.

Dwight tilted his head, his expression once more unreadable. “There’s no one else here. It doesn’t matter.”

“It does,” Jim insisted, though he didn’t know why. “It’s—it’s like a law, or something.”

The other man blinked at him. “That’s stupid. There’s no such law.”

Jim flashed a lopsided grin. He tried to ignore how loose it felt on his face, like his face was made of jelly and he was moulding it.

“You’re just scared,” he shot back in a tone he hoped was joking.

Dwight’s eyebrows furrowed, irritation crossing his features. “No I’m not.”

“You so are.”

Dwight’s gaze shifted and Jim could tell he was studying him, like he was a problem he wanted to solve. “You’re drunk,” he said finally, expression neutral. “This is irrational.”

“It’s not irrational,” Jim protested.

“Yes it is. We’re in the break room, no one’s watching,” Dwight informed him. “There’s no reason to do so.”

“I want to,” Jim blurted and weirdly recognized it as the truth. His fingers tingled as he tapped them against his leg.

The words hung between them, and he knew he couldn’t take them back. He was suddenly made aware of all the sounds in the room; the bustling from the party just on the other side of the door, the low buzzing of the vending machine, the loud and irregular beating of his heart. Scratch that last one.

Jim could see the moment Dwight made a decision, his gaze unwavering. “Fine.” He sighed. “If it shuts you up.”

“Fine?” Jim echoed, but as soon as the word left his lips, Dwight leaned in.

Their lips brushed, and it wasn’t sweet, or soft, or anything like he’d imagined— not that he’d thought about it— but it still made his stomach flip. When Dwight pulled back, he looked exactly the same. Calm. Unbothered. Jim, however, felt like the room was spinning. It was probably because of the vodka. Definitely the vodka.

He wondered what he should do now, if he even should do something. Before he could force his jumbled thoughts into any kind of decision, Dwight heaved himself off the floor.

“Where are you going?” Jim groaned at the sudden loss of the other’s presence. He wasn’t aware he’d noticed it, until it was gone.

Dwight rolled his eyes, though it seemed to lack it’s usual animosity. “Back to the party.”

Jim attempted to stand up to follow him, but his legs felt wobbly as he tried to will them to bend.

Dwight shot him a disapproving look. “You’re going home. I’ll tell Pam to call you a cab.”

Jim opened his mouth to protest but Dwight’s back was already turned as he steadily made his way to the door.

Jim sighed and slumped against the wall. He felt anything but steady, once again excruciatingly aware of his drunken state. He didn’t look forward to the definite hangover he’d be greeted with tomorrow. He glanced up at the mistletoe again, hand subconsciously moving to his lips. The ghost of the kiss seemed to mock him as he leaned his head back once more.

He tried to imagine it was Pam’s lips that ghosted over his, but his thoughts unwittingly wandered to another coworker before he could stop them. The one he’d shared a very real kiss with. His heart clenched.

It was the vodka, he knew. But then again, maybe it wasn’t. His thoughts felt like they were floating away from him, and he didn’t know if he wanted to catch them. Absently, he hoped he’d forget this.

The tingle on his lips told him he might not. And maybe, his mind supplied, he shouldn’t want to. Maybe this was something he should remember.

[liass-21]

WAHOO!! ALL THE CHRISTMAS FICS ARE OFFICIALLY FINISHED AND READY TO BE POSTED!

given that i sent the request for prompts on dec. 12th, and it’s now the 21st, i think it’s safe to assume i’ve written seven fics in ten days, totaling nearly 12,000 words! god damn!

if you don’t want to miss the ultimate christmas gift going live on ao3 sometime on christmas (whenever i wake up) then subscribe to my user profile! it’s gonna be epic. trust me guys.

[starbug]

[citizen-zero]

WIBTA for taking advantage of my boss’ possible manic episode?

I know this already sounds bad but hear me out.

So I (30M) am the sole employee of this guy (62M) who’s honestly just a miserable boss and an even more miserable person. It sucks so bad working for him—the pay is horrendous, he’s verbally abusive, and the working conditions are awful (in the winter I literally have to stay bundled up the whole work day because he refuses to put the heat on in the office). He wouldn’t even give me holidays off if it wasn’t for the fact that there’s basically nothing to do those days because everywhere else is closed. I’m almost positive he unironically thinks poor people should die if they can’t work. His nephew (aka his only living relative and just the nicest guy) came by yesterday to invite him to Christmas dinner and he told him he’d see him in hell.

I cannot stress this enough—it’s BAD. I’d quit, but it’s been hard finding a better job and I’ve got four kids at home, including one with special needs.

Anyway, so here’s where I’m wondering if I’d be the asshole. Today was Christmas Day and he showed up at my house out of nowhere (huge red flag, I know). At first I thought he’d forgotten I had the day off and he was here to chew me out, which was worrying enough, but then his whole demeanor changed and he was super happy and excited and talking about how he was going to raise my salary. He even mentioned possibly making me a partner in the firm.

Now if that was it, I’d feel a little weird about the suddenness of it but it’d be fine. I’m not going to complain about having more money to feed my family. But then he started talking about how he wanted to pay our mortgage off. He talked about wanting to pay for our son to get the very expensive medical care that’s probably going to save his life. He mentioned at one point that he was going to be donating a huge amount of money to charity too—I knew he was rich but it staggered me. All this from a guy who doesn’t (didn’t?) even want to turn on the heat or the lights because it costs too much money.

It was such a sudden and drastic change that happened very literally overnight and now I’m kind of concerned he’s having a manic episode or something. I really, really want to accept his sudden generosity (I probably will; my wife is all for it and thinks he owes it to us), and I would love to believe that he’s truly had a sudden change of heart (an actual Christmas miracle lol) but I’m just worried about the possible consequences of accepting huge financial gifts like this from someone who I believe might be experiencing some kind of break from reality. Even if there’s nothing legally wrong with it, I’m worried about the ethics of it.

TLDR, my asshole boss might be in the middle of a mental breakdown. WIBTA if I accepted his offer to pay off my mortgage and my son’s medical expenses?

[wseinfratech]

Christmas Celebration at Office - Merry Christmas 2024 - Team WSE Merry and bright moments at WSE Christmas party. 🎄 🎅

[noizchild]

I'm Bored Again

So I am going to do something about it. Right now, I am fixing up some love shrines on my site. I will get started on the next round of edits on Coco. I made one more edit to Therapist’s Office and now I am done with it. The Wasteland Christmas specials are finished and waiting to be posted. I have the last chapter of Kodoku finished as well. I might do a little short piece on Christmas. I will…

[fazcinatingblog]

a client came in with a present for sophia and one for me too but no one else, and mine was a box of chocolates (idk what she got) - it was Lindt and it had some interesting ones in there, like this blue-grey one that was milk chocolate on the outside and white on the inside (it's so yum) and little bears where the naked bears were milk chocolate but the bears wearing sweaters were milk/white and

[nexus-nebulae]

want to start an entertainment experience business where i safely & legally "mail" people (put them through the experience of getting packaged and shipped to a new location). business card says "get mailed idiot" at the top

[tvshowpilot]

Tis the season for laughter, love, and sitcom holiday magic! In this festive countdown, we're diving into the cozy world of sitcoms to bring you episodes that are sure to fill your heart with Christmas cheer!

[parkersbliss]

the 141 and the really weird or random quirks I’ve decided they had

pairing: task force 141 (ghost, gaz, price, soap) x female reader 

warnings: suggestive content, like sexual content but not smut

a/n: I have zero reason for doing this expect I wanted too?? and got carried away with suggestive aspects of it which is funny cause I don't write smut lmfaooo. so mostly fluff and based off real quirks people I know have.

Masterlist | Taglist | Prompt List

requests open for tf141!

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Price:

no matter how many times he cleans the bathroom, his beard hair is everywhere. obviously he keeps that shit well groomed but it’s always somehow stuck on your face after you wash it, or on your shower loofah or towel. and you've tried and he’s tried to clean it and it never works. 

loves gnomes. you have ones in the garden, the front yard, in your house for EVERY occasion. I’m talking christmas, easter, halloween, thanksgiving. he has a set for every season and it honestly scares you a little. one year he bought a giant one for your christmas tree as the topper and it made him so happy so you just accepted it.

doesn’t like to celebrate his birthday. He’s so much of a giver he downplays it every year. If you guys have kids, he’ll buy something for them ON HIS DAY just to take the attention off. so he kind of hates gifts, but he’s not going to not accept that. Would prefer you don’t, even though he bought you a $20K pearl necklace for your birthday. (You’re still afraid to wear it)

leaves you on heard. all. the. time. you ask him something, like as he’s sitting next to you and just … silence. sometimes he even nods, looks at you and then turns away. you’re not sure if it’s something to do with his hearing or he’s just so relaxed at home he just doesn’t comprehend sometimes. “hey, baby, what do you want for dinner?” “mm.” 

average dad experience of sharing a hotel room and brother is snoring. you know what I’m talking about? the cold A.C turning on and off and mf just be out and it’s so loud you have to wear ear plugs. you wonder if he has sleep apnea at some point bc he can’t be real. 

but don’t worry, he’s just as loud in bed bed ;) and he makes it known when you’re going at it 

Ghost:

too stealthy for his own good and always scares the shit out of you. and he’ll try to be loud too, knocking on doors AND still isn’t loud enough. He always feel so bad but it’s also so funny to him bc he really does try to not be so quiet. 

owns the same black t-shirt, like at least 5, but claims one of them is just softer and better than the others. you’ve tried them all on and there is no difference to which he mumbled something about you not having the special sense??

cat whisperer. you’ll adopt a cat while he’s gone bc you’re lonely and you spend all the time with the cat but no. cat loves ghost more. He’ll sleep on top of ghost, but never you. he’ll follow ghost around the house, but not you. it’s very infuriating. and ghost has no idea why bc he’s around 1/2 the time you are. 

has a whole cabinet for his bourbon collection. and a special glass cup AND special spherical ice for it. he doesn’t even drink that often, but it was absolutely necessary (to him). 

he’s a clean freak. very routine in how and when he does laundry. Bed sheets on this day, dark on this day, etc. he won’t let you do any of it. If he loses a sock, he throws out the other pair. as soon as there’s a hole in something, he throws it out. 

nov. 1st is christmas to him. the tree is already up, no questions asks. there are no thanksgiving decoration in this house. he also has multiple trees, one by the entrance, one in the living room, one in your bedroom. 

has definitely fucked you under the christmas lights by the fire. begs you to wear bow lingerie so he can quite literally “unwrap his best gift” 

Gaz: 

loves the lego car sets. his home office is decorated with all his medals AND the lego cars. has definitely left pieces out that you stepped on and then proceeded to scream his ear off.

begs you to play fortnite with him. you think he’s batshit crazy “that’s literally your actual job” “no but the raging kids makes it fun and we can match skins” (he means the banana skins btw) and he’s a troll. he doesn’t take the game seriously, he just wants to torture little kids and make fun of you when you can’t figure out where the shooting is coming from. or when you throw down a med kit instead of splash. 

cannot get through a movie without fucking you and it’s always during the good parts so he’s got you in doggy and you’re still trying to watch the movie??

Instigator fr. he’s not toxic but like he’s gonna argue. Has literally once said to you “I’m not arguing I’m just explaining why I’m right” to which you stared at him and asked if he was stupid 

always ask for hot sauce or sriracha at restaurants or if he can get something spicer. he eats buldok noodles with the whole sauce packet and then proceeds to sit in the bathroom for an hour while you scold him. 

reckless driver to the max. you fear for your life when you’re in a car with him. He speeds (within reason he claims), he makes quick merges and switches lanes fast. he does use a turn signal so you let it slide bc he’s risky but not THAT risky. 

obviously, he has horrible road rage. you’ll be calling him while he’s driving and it’s all normal and then “OI YOU FUCKING SHITE DO YOU HAVE A LICENSE?” you just sigh and then he answers you like normal, “yeah I think I’m out of toothpaste too.” 

saves every selfie of you from snap and his rotating ones as his wallpaper. even the ugly ones you beg him to take out. like any guy, he’ll claim it’s his favorite and then it’s a 0.5 of you eating ice cream and it’s dripping everywhere and your eyes are half closed. 

Soap: 

leaves sticky notes everywhere to remind himself of things. anything. “need olive oil” “missing one blue sock” “(Y/N) wants thai takeout” “call ghost” “laundry” 

and sometimes they’re not even correlated to where it should be. like the note that just says “laundry” will be in the kitchen. and he stacks on top of those sticky notes with more. “did laundry” “bought more socks” it drives you insane

he's obsessed with blankets. He has a designated like basket/bin or blankets in the living room and your bedroom. He sleeps with like three. and he’s got heated ones, sherpa ones, weighted ones, etc. absolutely collects the different printed ones for each holiday. 

loves to go decor shopping with you, but only because he wants to pick out the ugliest things and see your reaction as you swat at him and tell him to put it back. only for him to sneak it back into the cart and you death glare him. 

If you need to rant, he resumes the whole “omg girl, period.” personality. he loves gossip and he loves doing facemasks with you as you talk shit and drama about your coworkers. 

he's so “wait I have to tell my gf this” bro will literally be on a mission and gets a cut? “I have to tell (Y/N).” the room exploded? would take a selfie and send it to you, if possible. sees a weird shaped potato at the grocery store? Sends a picture. Falls down the stairs? you're getting a picture of his broken foot. hard? here's a dick pic just for you babe

uses the same hydroflask water bottle that’s dented, has sticker residue and chipping on all side. “It’s reusable, that’s the point” he claims. you're not sure if he’s ever washed it and you certainly aren’t going to open it and find out for him.