#meredith & ryan.

[schruutes]

Dunder Mifflin, this is Erin! Happy Halloween! How can I haunt you today?

[meeeooow0-o]

it's the end of my 9 hour shift in the office so I think its perfect time to share some of my doodles of the office ponyfications

[lala-blahblah]

I will never make this because it would be for an audience of one (me) but ever since reading "If we Were Villains" (story about serious drama kids in college who perform shakespeare and deal with a murder) I have been entertaining the thought of a crack fic crossover with High School Musical The Musical The Series where the staff decides they will no longer put on shakespeare after the tragic accident that happened at Thanksgiving, because Shakespeare plays would only increase the tension and drama. So they hire Ms. Jen who decides their spring play will actually be High School Musical (which exists in the 90s in this universe) and it ruins the vibe so much that everyone gives up on being dark and mysterious because they're universally pissed at Ms Jen for making them learn choreoraphed basketball dancing.

[juls-art]

" Let's have some Fun~!!" 🚨Poison and Hugo have entered the stage🚨 -- And so completes my Colour Wheel Challenge!! <8'D

I had a lot of fun with this, f'real~ and hope you enjoyed the progression as much as I did working on it! --   Kofi | Patreon    

[sleepy-sham]

the office part 4!!!!!!

ngl the fourth one is so perfect I'm so proud of it

more office memes

[ostensiblynone]

Tammy and Steven 07.21.2024

[justapotato89]

im on the last episode of the office. im gonna start watching it. im gonna. i will. i promise. just maybe a day later. or two.

[noa-nightingale]

"Thank you Dallas, for making us feel seen tonight. Ghost Files tour rolls on!" (via Ryan's twitter)

[loveofstelena]

Multirelationships • Find Your Way

[dundblrmifflin]

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate!

[d-criss-news]

Via Meredith Perry's Instagram Story (February 11th, 2023)

[pollylynn]

Title: Consultation WC: 1000

“I’m doing them a favor. I think.” —Richard Castle, Always Buy Retail (1 x 06)

Once he’s finished—nose pressed to the glass wall of his office—making absolutely sure that Meredith actually gets into the cab down on Broome, he has no real reason to head to the precinct. But the precinct is exactly where he heads. He decides to go on foot, figuring the walk in the bright, brisk April sun will give him time to do a draft and polish of the very good reason he definitely has for heading there. 

It’s odd—not that he’s going to to the precinct. That’s not odd in the least. He is in the habit of pushing his luck on that front to such an extent that he’s been googling furiously to determine whether there’s such a thing as a discreet bulletproof vest for the on-the-go writer who is pretty sure boundaries are for other people. The reason—the excuse he’s working on as his feet carry him uptown on autopilot—that’s the odd part. 

He generally sweeps in as though he’s always expected and certainly always welcome. He’ll make the rounds sometimes before he lands in the chair—his chair—beside her desk. He tap tap taps on the wooden frame of the Captain’s door and floats the idea of a Knicks game, a golf outing, the new legal eagles poker group he’s putting together. He glides into the break room to make sure everyone is enjoying their foamy richness or to share his tips and tricks for latte art. But he always lands in the chair, and if he explains himself, it’s purely for the entertainment value of said explanation. 

That’s not what’s happening now, though. He comes up against a stop light and bounces impatiently in place. He rocks from toe to heel and back again. He rolls his shoulders, but he can’t fidget his way out of the knowledge that he is legitimately trying to come up with a reason for his impending darkening of her doorstep. He can’t fidget his way out of the knowledge that he just wants to see her. 

That’s odd, too. Once again, it’s not at all odd that he wants to see her. Oh, he swaggers and postures and makes a great show of broadcasting the impression that he lives solely to annoy her, but he’s not deluded enough to deny in his heart of hearts that he has quite the crush on Detective Beckett. He thoroughly enjoys the ticklish sensation of butterfly wings batting crazily against his ribs when the elevator doors open and he first catches sight of the unflattering fluorescents doing no favors to her adorably unfortunate hair color. He thoroughly enjoys the way those butterflies really ramp up when she cuts him to the quick in one of her regular displays of verbal brilliance. So why is he trying to write his way out of the simple truth that he likes to see her? 

He still has no real idea why when he hits the precinct steps. He has no idea why when he waves to the duty sergeant who reflexively buzzes him through the lobby, when he stabs the elevator button, or when he makes a beeline and drops right into the chair they both know is his. He has arrived, no closer to knowing why than when he left his loft.

She scowls at him without turning toward him in the slightest. It’s another of her many talents. It’s clear she has no intention of acknowledging his presence at all, let alone giving him an opening for one of his patented, highly entertaining explanations. It’s for the best: he still doesn’t have one, entertaining or otherwise. 

“I got rid of Meredith,” he blurts. “I dropped an ungodly amount of money to back some indie film that will keep her tied up for months—years, if I’m lucky and the director has no idea what he’s doing. It’s LA and it’s location shoots and it’s absolutely not New York, and . . .” He runs out of steam as rapidly as he gathered it. “She’s gone. I got rid of her.” 

When the silence has grown to truly monumental proportions, she turns her head at last. She studies him, perplexed. She says nothing, and he wonders if she’s wondering how it is that this is not at all a brag, and it could easily have been. It almost certainly should have been a series of brags about the cash he has on hand, about his puppet master skills. It’s not that, though, and he wonders what she’s wondering. 

“Alexis is relieved.” That’s not a brag, either. It’s defensive. “There was this whole ‘hypothetical’ conversation about how she loves her mom, and I told her that moms always drive their kids crazy, and anyway. She’s relieved.” 

There should be a silent So, THERE, hanging in the air. No. Scratch that. It shouldn’t be silent at all. It should be a full-voice brag. See? Father knows best after all, Detective. It’s not that, though, and with ample data regarding what it isn’t, they seem to be mutually waiting to find out what it is. 

Another towering silence grows. He’s the one to break it. Kind of. 

“Do you think I did the right thing?” 

Her jaw doesn’t drop, though well it might at the question alone. Adding in the sudden smallness of his voice, it’s amazing that it’s not sitting on the scuffed tile beneath her desk. Instead, she looks startled, self-conscious. She turns back to her paperwork. 

“Alexis is relieved, right?” She shrugs with exaggerated lack of interest. “There’s your answer.” 

“Alexis is fifteen.” He flashes a small, bitter smile. “I do actually know that fifteen-year-olds don’t always know what’s best for them.” 

“And virtual strangers do?” She sets down her pen and swivels her chair to face him. She arranges a smirk on her face, but she’s curious. Hell, he’s curious. “Why ask me?” 

“I want to know,” he says, the explanation arriving at last. “I just want to know what you think.” 

A/N: Strange that none of Meredith's million lies ended up being the prompt here.

images via homeofthenutty

[redemptivexheroics]

Second Chance At Love [Ryan/Meredith] Continued...

@entangledmuses Continued From Here

"Yeah, Holly likes unicorns too; she once told me when she grows up she wants to be a fairy princess and that she wants to own the most beautiful unicorn ever. I can't break her spirit by saying that either of those are real, but you know kids, if they believe something is real, they'll fight tooth and nail to prove you wrong," Ryan said as he chuckled. That was his little girl, though.

"It's a simple fix, definitely not auto shop worthy. I can get that thing out of your belt and tighten that loose part, and it should be good to go. I don't see anything else wrong with the engine besides those two culprits; everything looks to be in working order," he explained.

When it came to how much, Ryan shook his head. "Don't need to pay me; it's really easy to fix; I'll go get my tools, but dinner does sound nice; I can cook here; no need for a restaurant unless that's something you want to do."

[comfortforofficefans]

The ball balloon drops tonight! Happy New Year’s Eve!

[thekylemeredith]

My guest on tonight's show is #OneRepublic lead singer #RyanTedder! We'll be talking about their new album and his producing artists such as U2, Taylor Swift, Paul McCartney and more!

I'll also dig my interview with Harry Connick Jr out of the vault.

We begin at 6p ET on 91.9 WFPK

[circuitmouse]

Reuben Milner on Shortland Street (with some of his onscreen partners)