#thanks pam.

[gingersnapsstars]

my senior year lit teacher was a sick and twisted woman for making her entire class of gifted kids analyze this poem but it still bangs (my heart) (into a thousand tiny pieces) (ow)

[bloobydabloob]

i love your dirk art so much ☹️ give him an icee as a treat i think hed die like a victorian boy

Of course. I had to search up what an icee was for this. And also if there was an orange flavor

[obv10usly]

The way Phil was totally speaking from his own experience here… 🥹

At 24, his life did really just.. take off. Dan and Phil officially moved in together. They started the Super Amazing Project, started working with the BBC. He even won a Guinness World Record!

I mentioned this on twt and seems like many people didn’t know about this piece of 2011 lore? So I think I’d expand a bit here, under the cut if you’re interested.

Phil tweeted about the record on that day!

And it even made it to his Wikipedia page lol

Cadbury sponsored a bunch of random youtubers to beat random world records. And apparently a few of them did! Dan made a video (now deleted) about it which @ahappydnp found it for us HERE. 💕💕

It’s the day that would forever be remembered as the day of square hair for both dan and phil.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Jenna Well, this whole thing ends with Jim walking back into the break room, seeing that Pam has watched the video and handing her the original teapot note. 

Angela The one he took back and put in his pocket all of those years ago. 

Jenna We got a fan question from Lainie B in Westerville, Ohio, who said, Was it always the plan to revisit the teapot card Jim wrote for Pam, or was it something that the writers remembered and wanted to incorporate into the episode? Lainie, it was not always planned. Like, not from when we did that first Christmas episode did anybody say, one day we're going to reveal what was on this note. It sort of took on a life of its own. People became so curious what was in the note that Jim didn't give Pam. And I've told this story before, but when we were pitching to Greg about season nine, I said, Greg, we have to read the Teapot Note. 

Angela I mean, it's the greatest callback of the whole series. It's brilliant. This is a fantastic idea. Did they lose their minds when you pitched it? 

Jenna Well, I felt like I kind of had to convince them a little bit because-. 

Angela What?! 

Jenna Here's the thing. Greg said, I don't think we'll ever be able to write anything that would satisfy everybody's imagination of this note after all these years. Like, the beauty of the note is that as the audience member, you've written the perfect thing on the note. 

Angela That's brilliant. I mean, he's so smart. 

Jenna Right? 

Angela That is a very smart take. But it's enough for me to just see it. 

Jenna Well, that was the thing. We didn't have to read it to you. You just needed the satisfaction of Pam getting it. of Pam reading it. 

Angela She finally gets it. Yes. 

Jenna And then you still get to fill in the blank, but you get that closure. I've told this story before, too. But John Krasinski wrote the note. It was a private note. 

Angela That he wrote to you as Jenna. 

Jenna Correct. 

Angela About being your scene partner all those years. 

Jenna Yes. So it was kind of like a goodbye thank you note. I still have it. It's private. I'll never reveal what was in it, but it was a beautiful, beautiful note from one scene partner to another. It made me cry. So when you see me crying in the episode, those are my real tears. 

Angela I did notice when you were reading it, it seemed like some genuine surprise that you didn't know what was going to be given to you. 

Jenna Yes, they told me they were going to let John write the note, but I thought he was going to write it as Jim to Pam. So as I'm reading it and I'm realizing that it says Dear Jenna and then it's just this beautiful letter about what it has meant for us to work together and be these scene partners. And, you know, it's like to be Jim and Pam. I was like, my gosh. My goodness. 

Angela Yeah. You see your face goes through a bunch of realizations. 

Jenna Yeah. And I think you can see John watching me read it. I think you see him be like, okay, I'm standing here as you read this letter. 

Angela Yeah. Yeah. Well, I agree with Greg. I'm glad you've never shared what you actually read, what was from John to you, because I don't want to break that fourth wall. I want to imagine this moment between Jim and Pam, and I want to imagine what I would have wanted Jim to say. 

Jenna Well, as a wrap gift at the finale, I wanted to return the favor. So I bought a little teapot, and I wrote a note to John from Jenna, my own little teapot note to him thanking him for all those years working together and what it had meant to me. I mean, I'll never have a scene partner like that again. I feel like I have a work partner and a creative partner like that here with you, Angela. This is like another moment of, like, chemistry that you just you can't plan for it. It just, like, it's perfect. But to go on a nine year journey with another actor in such an intimate and vulnerable way as our characters do, it's pretty special. I mean, we're bonded for life. For sure. 

[ihavemints]

the green rain had me going so crazy insane like I have 100 pieces of moss and just read so much new dialogue, I am happy forever

[a-different-way-of-life]

How’s that closed down Joja life? Because pelican town is doing better than ever

(Ps for person running the blog: this seems like it’s going to be such a cool ask blog💚)

“You don’t have to rub it in.”

[littlequeenies]

I think Pam Courson looked a lot like Jim's sister Anne. What can you tell us about her? Was she in good terms with Pam? What do you know about her? Profession, relationship with Jim, etc. Thank you!

Hi anon, thank you very much for your interesting question!!

The fact is that we don't know anything at all about Anne, so if anybody knows, please just let us know!!

By looking at this photo from 1968, I would say Anne and Pam's relationship was in good terms, as Pam is holding little Dylan (Anne's son), Pam loved babies, and I guess she loved taking care of Dylan a lot.

I think Pam and Anne didn't had the chance to meet lots of times because when Jim got really famous he cut all the relationships he had with his family (in order to protect them from the spotlight), but when they were living in Paris, Jim got closer to them again and was planning to make a family reunion, which sadly, it never happened...

What went next was a quarrel over Jim's legacy but it was from Jim and Pam's parents, never with Pam and Jim's siblings, so I guess that if they had the chance to meet and share lots of moments, they would along very well.

Sadly I don't know anything about Anne's profession or personal tastes, and it's sad, cause by looking at this picture, you can see she was really nice as well, and as you say, she looks very similar to Pam, so maybe their tates were similar too!!

Maybe one day we find the answers, thank you very much for asking!!

[inkykeiji]

Clari! Hello i am back once again to ask you what is the "Dari" aesthetic?

Like what are the vibes, do you have any mood boards or anything? 👀👀

hi hi hi sunshine!!! <33 i have an obscenely embarrassing amount of photos saved that remind me of me + dabi but i am absolutely horrid at making moodboards so >.< i tried my best with this HAHAHA but visual aesthetic wise we’re very much that cliché girly girl x bad boy, pink and black type combo <33

i especially love the last photo because that girl looks scarily similar to me LMAOOOO like seriously

in terms of what it feels like: late night drives speeding way too fast through vacant city streets; empty diners at 3am; sharp knuckles and sharp collarbones; icy hands between warm thighs; giggles bouncing off the bark of dense forests; the dainty sound of pills clicking against plastic; warped hardwood floors and a stove with two working burners; dirty fingernails tearing through white lace; combat boots splashing in puddles on the asphalt; midnight double features at the rundown drive-in; hard candy clacking against teeth as sugary tongues force it from one mouth into another; love notes scrawled hastily on torn pieces of paper; scars in the shape of hands, his teeth, his name

[martyrbat]

“Would you simply play with me in our little potbound Eden?” | pamela isley — batman #400

[ID: four photos of Pamela Isley. She's in front of a solid pale purple background in all photos. In the first photo, she's bent at the waist and smiling as she peers down at a large green, potted bromeliad. In the second photo, she has her eyes closed and is blowing into a thin dart-gun that's held between her fingers. In the third photo, she's in the rightmost side of the panel and is looking over her shoulder with a tantalizing smirk. In the fourth photo, she's grinning menacingly down at a yellow flower that she cradles in her hand. END ID]

[faceeeeee]

Ok, giving Zooble's human form a prosthetic leg is the most ingenious thing I've seen all day.

Have a cookie.

THANK YOU!!!!! I wanted to recreate their whole "can break apart" gimmick and when I saw their divided leg and the fact that they trip a bit in their walk cycle u had to give them that- I love when people point out those lil details cuz it feels like a treasure hunt :)

[flowersarefreetherapy]

Shadow of Stars: Cameron

CW: Creepy whumper, unhealthy relationship dynamics, food mentions, vaguely implied past dubcon, age gap relationship (not underage), Cameron’s mind is its own little warning

Cameron scurries down an alley, gasping for breath. The baker’s shouts echo down the street behind him, full of curses and threats about what he’ll do when he catches Cameron. The same curses he has heard over and over again without really fearing them. The baker is all bluster and no action anyway. 

He waits till the shouting fades from earshot, then unwraps his stolen rolls. They’re still warm, glistening with melted butter. Cameron sinks to the ground and rests against the cold stone wall as he takes a bite of the first food he’s had in three days. The bread melts in his mouth. He hums, closing his eyes and tipping his head back. His stomach growls loudly and demands more. But he knows better. Another small bite, then another, letting his body adjust to having food again. 

It takes him an hour to eat the roll. Then Cameron wraps up the extras and tucks them away in the large pockets of his jacket. They will be dinner later on. If he is lucky, he can charm a few scraps of meat to add to it. 

He wanders the city, begging for a few coins, trying his best to swipe some food, ignoring the other people working their trade. A young girl tries to swipe from his pockets and Cameron winks at her when her hand comes away empty.

“Good try, darling, but next time, make sure your mark actually has what you want.”

She glares at him before vanishing into the crowds. He ignores the other pickpockets working their way through the crowd in favor of finding somewhere to stay. Possibly in another noble’s stable. Maybe someone’s house, if he flirts well enough. It doesn’t matter. As long as there is a roof over his head for the evening.

Mud splashes across his shoes, cold water soaking through the threadbare fabric. Cameron curses after the carriage without second thought. 

“Watch where you’re driving, Shadow-bitten fool!”

The carriage slows to a halt. Cameron swallows hard, stomach dropping to his feet. This was a stupid idea. Why do you keep opening your mouth like that? Stupid, stupid, stupid! 

A man steps out of the carriage. Tall, with a perfectly tailored suit and a cane, one of those stupid tall hats on his head. A noble, judging by the carriage and the quality of clothing. Cameron pulls himself to his full height. It doesn’t matter that his clothing is worn and secondhand, with rags literally holding his shoes together. All that matters is justice. He was just walking down the road, minding his own business, and this asshole ruined everything. 

“What did you just call me?” The man’s voice is deep and measured, each word spoken with perfect clarity. Suddenly Cameron’s sodden shoes are the least of his worries. 

Cameron swallows hard and shrugs. “I told you to watch where you’re going. Like a decent person.”

The man’s gaze slowly rakes up and down him. A shudder runs down Cameron’s spine and he fights the urge to wrap his jacket tightly around him. He juts out his chin and meets the man’s gaze. His eyes are grey? Blue? Yellow? He can’t tell, but the man’s hand grips the top of his cane tighter and all decent and polite thoughts flee Cameron’s mind.

Please hit me. 

“Um, excuse me?” Cameron says, realizing the man said something and he wasn’t paying attention and could he be hurt for that?

“You really don’t pay attention well, do you?” The man steps close to him. Cameron’s mouth goes dry and his gaze drops again to the man’s hands. They’re big enough to close around his throat. “I was asking for you to give me a reason to listen to you, given all I hear is the squeaking of a sewer rat.”

Cameron ignores the heat creeping up his neck and down his spine. He instead hunches his shoulders and shrugs. “No reason. I apologize for my mistake. I should never have yelled.”

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have.”

“I apologize. I’ll be on my way.”

The man’s hand lands heavily on his shoulder and Cameron sucks in a deep breath. All the blood rushes from his brain straight to between his legs. Darkness he’s such a mess. A few days without human contact and he’s ready to kneel for the first man who touches him. But the man’s hand is heavy as he holds him so easily in place and Cameron swallows hard. 

Please make me scream. Please hit me. Please, please, please, I just want you to hurt me. 

“Do you have somewhere to stay?” The words are kind, laced with sympathy. Cameron realizes how gravelly the man’s voice is. He would sound even better over a rush of blood with his hand clamped around Cameron’s throat. “A young thing like you shouldn’t be wandering the streets. Winter is soon.”

“I have somewhere to stay,” Cameron mutters. Stupid! Why did you even suggest that! Go home with this man! You know he’ll be a good time. 

The man hums and his hand goes from Cameron’s shoulder to his chin. He freezes, hardly daring to breathe. Is this real? Is this really happening to him? All the kids talk about it, when they’re huddled in back alleys and around small fires; being found by a rich stranger and taken in, cared for, loved. Of course, this man also may just want a one night stand with someone, but Cameron is good at reading people and the man across from him wants more than one fun night.

“Of course you do,” the man laughs. Oh please keep talking to me. “That’s why your clothing looks like it does.”

“I bought this coat,” Cameron snaps back. 

The man hums again. “Of course. But do you have somewhere to stay for the winter?”

“Are you offering somewhere?”

The man laughs. “My house.”

Cameron smiles at him through his lashes. “And what is the payment?”

The man’s gaze slowly looks Cameron up and down. “I think that is something we can discuss later.”

“Are you in the habit of inviting random people off the streets into your home out of the goodness of your heart?”

“No, you’re a special case.”

Cameron starts to tip his head to the side, but the man’s grip tightens on his chin, holding his head in place. Heat rushes to his cheeks and he meets the man’s gaze. His eyes are grey, nearly the same color as the streaks of grey in his dark hair. Cameron swallows hard and smiles the best he can. 

“Thank you . . . sir.”

Sir. The word tastes wonderful on his tongue. Cameron wants to say it over and over for the rest of his life. And the way the man smiles when he says it just adds to the desire. So when the man offers him his arm, Cameron eagerly accepts it and follows him into the carriage.

Tagging: @blood-is-compulsory @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @pigeonwhumps @whumpinggrounds (let me know if you want to be added/removed!)

[thatseventiesbitch]

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Eric and Donna eloped at the courthouse due to Donna's unexpected pregnancy in 1980. Afterwards they ate at KFC, naturally.

(Jim & Pam vibes. It ended up being perfect that it was just them, but everyone else thinks it's lame/weird. IYKYK)

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[obv10usly]

oh hello

(I’m sorry louise 🥺)

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

The Office: The Dundies (2x1) | Abbott Elementary: Holiday Hookah (2x10) 

[mariatesstruther]

Stay with me,,,, (I'm half asleep so everything I'm saying is nonsense. Forgive)

Tommy and Maria being similar to Jake and Amy, right?

HOW DID TOMMY AND MARIA PROPOSE TO EACH OTHER?

cause I'm thinking of how Jake proposed to Amy and how it was the best thing ever, which made me think of tommy and maria, which made me think they should have a similar vibe

BUT IDK!!!!

OKAY OKAY OKAY I HAVE IDEAS ON THIS

first of all im kicking myself bc i read a tumblr post or fic or SOMETHING online somewhere before that inspired a small bit of how i imagine tommy would propose, and now i can’t find it??? so if this*** sounds familiar it’s definitely based on something i’m just blanking on what it is and will give full credit to op or whatever fucking thing im forgetting. this is also partly based off of how my dad and my mom became official

similar to jake and amy, i imagine them having a really goofy and sweet proposal story, like tommy has to ask maria a million times or sometimes does fake-outs like jim from the office, and maybe it’s something the entirety of jackson is invested.

im also thinking maybe maria wouldn’t want to reallyget married again, not necessarily because of her late husband but more because jackson just makes such a fuss out of weddings and she does not have time to plan that shit and she had a big wedding for her first marriage for the sake of her mother and hated it, so yeah no. she’s just maybe not big on getting married, and for the first bit of time she’s with tommy, she know he really likes her but isn’t surely thinking he wants anything serious. so for a while, maybe a year and a half to two years in, it’s just them being in love as tommy and maria, more partners than anything else to eachother, and that’s just fine with her

so imagine her surprise when one day her and tommy are eating dinner in the dining hall and one of jackson’s biggest gossips comes over and is like “y’all are just too darn cute—now tommy, when are we gonna see a ring on that finger?? it’s a shame this lady aint tied down” and tommy, cool as a fucking cucumber, just goes “oh don’t you worry, i got plans for that” because ??????????? huh????—?

she has to hold back choking on her fucking drink, she’s so taken aback. she waits until whoever that was goes on their marry fuckin way and then blinks, going “um????? you’ve got plans???” because maria is always the one with the plans. tommy hates plans. he says he loves that she loves them, but in a life an unpredictable as this, they often just get in the way; she doesn’t always disagree. but now, apparently, his plan for marriage is sure as his shooting aim, because he just smiles at her a dashingly and winks, murmuring out a smooth and flirty “yes, ma’am. i do i have plans.” for the rest of the dinner, her left leg bounces shakily under the table as he smirks as her from across the way.

because suddenly marriage doesn’t sound so bad, not when it’s marriage to her handsome cowboy goofball; the wedding she would still definitely rather just skip, but she’s sure she can convince tommy of that later. so for the rest of the night and week and month, she is on Red Alert to be proposed to, and unfortunately it just wracks her nerves

but because tommy is Tommy, he lovingly teases and fucks with her just perfectly enough to settle her mind down. he starts mixing in fake-out proposals (he does the shoe-tying one from the office while they’re hiking and watching a sunset during a romantic preproposal date two-person patrol, and she threatens to kick him off the cliff) with joking little asks for her hand in between mundane requests (hey baby, could you be a dear and marry me, then pass me the salt? im kiddin, just kiddin, i aint gonna ask like tha���what? what?? maria! come back!), also mixed with genuinely breathtaking little notes to declare how much he loves her one every few days (a note left on her dresser for her to wake up to one rare morning where tommy was up and out before her: “hey baby. just wanted to let you know how much i love you and how lucky i am to be here with you in my life. you guide me toward a greatness i never thought i could even achieve. i want to make you happy everyday. i can’t wait to call you my wife. seeya at lunch, mi vida. yours, tommy”) until eventually the pressure of being asked The Big Thing isn’t something she’s so anxious for anymore, until thinking about it just makes her smile. she’s looking forward to tommy being her husband more than anything

@bearrycool tysm again baby i got to go to sleep and wake up thinking abt this and it puts a big big big smile on my face

[a-different-way-of-life]

have you tried interacting with some of the others? ( I mean, I doubt they have favorable views on you, but it could be worth it.. 🤷 )

“It was stupid. I didn’t even want the coffee, anyway.”