but i loved that she was crying for pam

tbh that scene where Pam is crying about her torn wedding veil because it’s the one thing she was supposed to be able to control and Jim cuts his tie in half right in front of her so she’s not alone is the most important wedding scene I’ve ever witnessed

Undeniable Heat Chapter 40: Shock

Jensen Ackles x Reader

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Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

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Your POV

With your hand wrapped in a towel to stop the bleeding, you let yourself be pulled from your work trailer. Jared and Jeannie stayed behind, making sure no one messed with the evidence, while Jensen guided you to his trailer.

It was easier letting him guide you, than having to think for yourself. Seeing the rose there, along with the note had messed with you more than you liked to admit, and you couldn’t see anything past that. “Why?” You whispered, a tear slipping down your cheek.

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mylittleshipperhart  asked:

Jackie x Donna ★/☆/☾/♡ (sorry if this is to much, but I am loving these so)

☾ - sleep headcanon

Jackie is always the little spoon, ALWAYS. She likes to be cuddle because Donna is always warm and her breast feel soft against her back, it makes Jackie feel safe. 

When Donna does’t feel like spooning, they sleep like this, with Donna being in the dude’s position:

★ - sad headcanon

Jackie hasn’t seen her mother ever since she told her she was with a woman. She also knows Pam keeps telling people Jackie hasn’t found the right partner yet and that’s why she is not married. 

It sometimes make her cry out of nowhere, just to remember that. 

☆ - happy headcanon

“Every night it’s girl’s night!”, Jackie says as she gets ready everything she needs to give a make over to her girlfriend. Donna just rolls her eyes but smiles as Jackie tells her about her day while they are doing each other’s nails on their bed.

♡ - romantic headcanon

For Valentine’s, Jackie starts giving Donna a small gift every day until the 14th. While Donna always makes big plans for date night for the day.

They are always trying to surpass their own game every year, which makes it more fun for both of them, and bigger the surprise for the other when they see what their loved one has planned for them.


My new baby!!!!! Rescued Jubilee today and just about cry every time I look at her. She’s a light in my life. Her current loves are napping and trying to make animal friends (one day, girl). Other top name choices for her included Olivier, (The Final) Pam, Marigold and Orisa. All of them are really good but I’m glad we settled upon the easily nickname-able Jubilee.


It’d be great if people saw this documentary and learned from my mistakes. Not that I’m a tragic person. I’m really happy now. But, it would just make my heart soar if someone out there saw this and she said to herself, “Be strong, trust yourself, love yourself, conquer your fears. Just go after what you want. And act fast, because life just isn’t that long.”

Endless amount of ships (real life or characters)

10. John Krasinski & Jenna Fischer; When they called me and said I got the role, I said, ‘Who’s Jim – did you cast John Krasinski?’ They said, 'Yes’ and I started crying because I knew it would be good. And I mean this honestly – I can’t do Pam without him. In the way you need the right partner to have a great marriage, I needed the right costar to have this relationship.

One of the worst scenes of my life was captured on film

by Judy P.

This is me. 

There is a story behind this photo. Looking at the photo would never give any clues to the story.  I am going to tell that story now.

My father and stepmother were involved in a number of illicit activities in an urban area in the early ‘70’s, including the sale and use of illegal drugs, and the making and selling of child pornography.  I was used by both of them in these activities until I was around nine years of age. 

My father met Pam while he was sleeping with various prostitutes in our nearby city.  She had long dark hair, and lived in an apartment somewhere within city limits. My father took my baby sister and I to Pam’s place when my mom was gone to work her shifts as an operating room RN at a local hospital.  Pam sometimes let me watch a show called “Nanny and the Professor.”  I had to be very good if I wanted to watch it.  

Pam started telling me stories.  She told me how she was locked up in a place for crazy people, and how they shocked her, and did other things that hurt her.  She told me that people who say crazy things get locked up in those places.  She showed me scary black and white photos of people in such a place.  The photos were from a magazine my mom also had at our house, called “Life,” and the pictures were terrifying to me.  Pam told me I must never say things that made adults think I was crazy, or I would be locked up in such a place.

Pam started giving me shots.  I had gone through a number of surgeries on my left hip due to a birth defect, so when Pam said I needed more shots, I thought it was like at the hospital, so I just accepted it as something I must need, because the adults around me said so. The shots made Pam’s words start to sound very slow, and made me feel tickly inside.  I would fall asleep, and wake up to different surroundings, with different things going on.  Pam would say I must be quiet and be good, so I would not wake up my baby sister.

One night, after my mom left for work and Pam came over, my father and Pam had me look outside my family’s front room window toward our carport.  A big truck with a boat behind it was parked there. A motorcycle was next to it.  My father said that if I pleased God by obeying him and Pam always, and if I never told anyone about what he and Pam and the other adults were doing to me and the other kids, then one day God would give our family a nice boat, and a nice truck, and a nice motorcycle.  The next morning, after my mom came home and my father left for work, I tried to tell her that I had seen a boat and a motorcycle, and that God was going to give them to us if I was good.  She said “What an imagination you have,” and went on about her business.  But she must have mentioned what I said to my father, because Pam was very angry at me the next time we went to her place.  Her brown eyes were scary, like they had changed from her normal eyes.  I knew I was in a very bad trouble.  

My Great-Grandma died, so our family went to her funeral in another state. When we got back, my Siamese cat had run away from the people who were taking care of him.  I was devastated.  I did not cry, though, because my father never let me cry. Instead, I let the tears gather into a big lump in the back of my throat, and I swallowed them away.  A few days later, my father brought me home a little black kitten.  I named him Barney, after the Flintstones’ character.  My father had never given me anything before.  I wondered why he gave me this kitten, and why he took time to notice if I was hugging my new kitten, and loving it.  I did love Barney, very much.

One night, after my mom left for work, Pam came over.  She sat on my couch, and made me sit next to her.  My father brought Barney over, and placed him in my lap. Pam said I must learn to never say anything ever about what she and my father and her friends did.  She said it was too bad I had not learned my lesson, because now my cat was going to pay for me being bad.  Pam took my hands, placed them around Barney’s neck, with her hands over mine, and my father held Barney’s paws.  Pam squeezed on my hands, but I no longer felt anything in my hands. I could only see my kitten trying to squirm loose, struggling to breathe.  His head moved, his mouth opened, his tongue moved. 

His eyes were misshapen with fear and struggle.  It went on for a long time.  

Then he was still.  My chest hurt so bad.  “This will happen to your sister next time,” Pam said.  My father placed Barney on top of some towels in the laundry basket, and put the basket into a closet.  He closed the closet door, got my sister from her crib, and we left, Pam holding my hand, her skin still damp from the struggle to silence my kitten.  The next day, my mom looked around for Barney. When she finally found him, my father said he must have had distemper, and gone into the closet to die, glaring into my eyes as he said it.  I looked down, and saw my hands shaking in my lap.  I swallowed a lot of tears.

Pam and my father still did not trust me, because the next time we were at her place, she made me sit next to a woman with short dark hair, who sometimes took pictures of us kids as we played “games.”  The woman looked down at me with very angry eyes, and told me if I ever said anything to anybody else again, she would come to our house one day, knock on the door, get my mom to let her into our house, then get my mom to invite her into my parents’ bedroom.  While they were in there, she said, she would kill my mom.  She said if I tried to tell my mom what she was going to do, my mom would think I was crazy, and put me in an insane asylum like Pam had once been in.  She said that nobody was ever going to believe me if I ever tried to tell anyone about any of these things, and I would look like my mind was insane if I ever spoke about any of this.  The woman left, and Pam had me go sit and watch Nanny and the Professor.  I tried to let the show make my mind pretend like none of this was real.

Some days later, while I was at home with my mom and sister in our blue trailer by the crick in the mobile home park where we lived, there was a knock on the door. My mom opened it, and there was the woman with short dark hair.  She was carrying a black bag, and spoke with my mom for a few minutes.  She was smiling.  My throat instantly constricted in fear.  My mom invited the woman into our house, and told me that this nice lady was a photographer, and she was going to take some pictures of me for free. Then my mom took the woman back into my parents’ bedroom, to show the woman some old family photos in there. The woman gave me one backwards glance as she followed my mom into that bedroom.  I do not remember moving at all while they were in there. I knew right then that there was not a single thing I could say or do to change the trajectory of the adults around me. I waited for that woman to kill my mom. When they came back out, I was shaking. My mom had me go get a doll, and had me sit in our small rocking chair. Pam’s friend smiled so sweetly, and told me to “Smile, honey.” The camera clicked.  The woman left.  A week or so later, this photo came in the mail, and my mom placed it in a photo album.   Every time I have seen this photo over the years, my mind has slammed shut the part of itself that can still feel the absolute terror and complete lack of control I felt in the moments before this shot was taken, and the horrible dichotomy of the obedient smile I displayed while staring into the camera that was being held by that cruel woman. 

One of the worst scenes of my life was captured on film, and I am the only one who knows what really happened and can tell the story.  Why do I tell the story? Because that terrorized child in that chair needs to finally be able to let it all come spilling out, in all of its horrible, vomitus truth, and she needs to be believed.  To live such atrocities was hard enough.  To never be able to speak the truth and be believed would be even worse.  

I’m rewatching the office and I just saw the episode where Pam doesn’t do the corporate graphic design program after the “Women in the Workplace” seminar.

She’s talking to the crew about how silly her terrace house dream was and that she’ll never have her dream and then she starts crying and just ugh.

But what’s so amazing is that Pam grows so much after this point, after Roy, and she finally gets the courage at the end to go to Austin with the love of her life and actually chase their dreams together 😭😍

live-from-ny-its-veronica-mars  asked:

Omg. Watching The Office, and I swear, in season 3, when Pam has her art show, and she looks so sad when no one shows up, I almost cry every time. It's so sad. Jenna Fischer's acting is sublime, and it makes you feel so sad for her. Omg. And then when Michael shows up, and he's genuinely proud of her, it's such a nice scene. I just had to tell you. I love this show!

This is one of the best scenes in the whole show and I really love it ❤

Breaking News

Chapter 1/?- Getting the gang together

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Prompt- Paige gets kidnapped by “A” & is beaten up & the whole thing is broadcast to the police & liars. After finally locating the place where paige is held the police rescue her. When they make an arrest later it is revealed that Allison was behind the whole thing & that she’s been A the whole time

The television was on and the family was sitting in the living room watching the news after dinner. Paige had gone home a couple hours ago to have dinner with her family because her dad was actually home right now. Emily’s dad was on leave as well and she wanted to spend as much time with him as she could since she started being the assistant coach and spending her afternoons at the school pool again. A ‘Breaking News’ alert came on and the news anchors started to show video of someone who had been kidnapped recently. It was unusual for a kidnapper to show live video so this was a big deal. That was when everyone in the room sat bolt up and couldn’t breathe.

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"Pam, you're so pretty."

It’s hard for me to remember that sometimes I watch other TV shows. That other TV shows came before The Mindy Project. But I did, and they do, and those shows have so much merit to them and so much to appreciate that I feel like I don’t normally feel like talking about.

But today I was thinking of this scene from The Office. It’s one of my favorites and one of the most romantic scenes within the entire show.

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