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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132 Thoughts I Had While Watching the PLL Finale
  1. OMG Bridget Woo LOL nice throwback 
  2. This is like a dream sequence or someone’s imagination, right?
  3. Definitely has to be Mona’s imagination.
  4. Lucas WTF 
  5. Ha the girls don’t seem the least bit enthused with him “Hey Lucas” 
  6. “Remember when we used to look up murder weapons, indistinctive traits of psychopaths exhibiting signs of hyper-reality disorder” IM YELLING 
  7. JENNA! BITCH YOU IS BLIND WHY ARE YOU RIDING A HORSE?
  8. I low-key love all of the truth tea they’re spilling, even though it’s not real 
  9. HA I KNEW IT WAS MONA’S CRAZY ASS
  10. So Mona gets to know who A.D. is first? 
  11. OMG THEY ALL DID THE SHHHH  
  12. Aw Ezria y’all are cute. 
  13. YASSS ARIA OWN THAT UGLY CRY 
  14. OMG EMISON TWINS FUCK THEY’RE SO CUTE 
  15. Lily and Grace are such sweet names 
  16. DOMESTIC EMISON!!! HEY NOW HEY NOW THIS IS WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF 
  17. MAMA PAM YES 
  18. Melissa and Spencer getting along? Ehhhh idk about that 
  19. OW MY SPOBY HEART 
  20. Oh my god she re-bought his truck? I love Spencer so much. 
  21. Hey that’s Marlene’s son!
  22. ADDISON YOU BITCH STFU 
  23. Alison would END YOU 
  24. Who bullies someone just because they’re deaf? 
  25. And there’s Jenna tapping along… 
  26. OH YES END HER JENNA  
  27. Lolololol she became a life skills teacher I love it 
  28. Haleb is still cute even when they’re fighting 
  29. MONA’S BACK YES 
  30. Of course she would be obsessed with game shows 
  31. Spencer’s love for interior design making an appearance, I love it!
  32. SPALISON IS SO CUTE 
  33. Aria’s dress here is really cute! 
  34. "Wait for it”  
  35. Lol but I could so see them all going on a group honeymoon to Paris together 
  36. Oh shit where’s Mona? 
  37. "That’s exactly why we eloped.” Only in Rosewood y'all 
  38. This scene was all Ian haha 
  39. They’re such a cute family OWW MY HEART 
  40. MELISSA???  
  41. Ella could take down Diane in a SECOND  
  42. Love me some Spanna!  
  43. EMISON IS ABOUT TO GET THEIR SEXY ON 
  44. LOL everyone casually sneaks off to go have sex and then there’s just Spencer and Toby 
  45. THEY’RE PLAYING SCRABBLE FUCKKKKK
  46. Damn Ezria get it. Nice throwback to 5x05 with Aria pulling the sheets over her! 
  47. JESUS EMISON LET ME BREATHE 
  48. Emily has that sex hair right now! 
  49. “I’m trying to get pregnant” “You’re scaring my ovaries” Oh Hanna.  
  50. MELISSA STOP BEING CREEPY 
  51. OH MY GOD IT’S HAPPENING. SPOBY PARALLELS TO 1x19 OMG 
  52. Aria baby what’s wrong? 
  53. OF COURSE IT’S MONA UNDER THERE 
  54. So now Mona’s working for A.D.? 
  55. Aria I’m so heartbroken for you baby!!! (ALSO IS THAT THE SONG FROM THAT SUPER SAD SCENE IN SEASON ONE AHHH THE FEELS) 
  56. LOL Mona you sly bitch 
  57. Uhhh Spencer what are you doing? 
  58. ARIA APOLOGIZING FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO HAVE KIDS IM SOBBING 
  59. HOPE BREEDS ETERNAL MISERY OMG 
  60. Oh Hanna baby what is you doing?  
  61. Byron you big softie! 
  62. Poor Ella, but THE WINE MOMS ARE BACK YASSSS 
  63. OH MY GOD THEY’RE DISCUSSING HOW THEY GOT OUT OF THE BASEMENT LOLOLOL 
  64. Toby and Emily are such an underrated friendship 
  65. WOAH WAIT that girl is Maya’s niece? HOW SWEET 
  66. Spoby I miss you so much 
  67. LIMERANCE  
  68. Ah looks like the Wine Moms had a fun night 
  69. Ezria stop fighting right this second YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED 
  70. THIS EMISON PROPOSAL GOT ME CRYING AGAIN 
  71. “You wanna make a baby?” OMG STOP THEY’RE SO CUTE 
  72. SHIRTLESS TOBY MAKING A COMEBACK
  73. FUCK ME UP this is so hot!!!! 
  74. UH SPENCER, weren’t you just with Toby doing the sex? 
  75. Oooh that’s the song that played when Spencer was sitting outside of Toby’s apartment crying her eyes out back in season 3! 
  76. MONA OMG. I do love the parallel to 2x25 though with that slap  
  77. FUCK FUCK FUCK I KNEW IT!!!! TWINCER IS REAL BITCHES!!!! 
  78. Emison is 500% done with Mary’s shit lol 
  79. Ohhhh this is how Wren is connected to this shit show 
  80. ALEX DRAKE 
  81. Of course he ordered a vodka soda  
  82. “It’s a lot to process, would you like a sedative?” YES PLEASE  
  83. Spencer wants to fuck this bitch up so badly lololol 
  84. Oh jesus she’s going to become Spencer? What a twisted sister! 
  85. I KNEW THAT SCENE WITH HANNA AND THE ONE WITH EZRA AT THE AIRPORT WAS OFF. I didn’t catch the one where she was looking through the family album though and GOD DAMN IT THAT WAS HER KISSING TOBY IN 6x20 AND HAVING SEX WITH TOBY IN 7x18 
  86. Like Mother Like Daughter BROOOO 
  87. Damn Alex is just batshit crazy and I’m kinda loving it. 
  88. I do feel bad for her though. 
  89. Woah hold up this bitch had Wren shoot her so she’d look EXACTLY LIKE SPENCER, like down to the scars she has. Damn she’s committed, I’ll give her that. 
  90. SHIT SHE REALLY IS INSANE SHE TURNED WREN INTO A DIAMOND 
  91. Awwww Aria looks so beautiful! GIRL I’M CRYING TOO 
  92.  I’m gonna just pretend like that’s all of our girls taking that selfie 
  93. HOLY SHIT WREN IS THE BABY DADDY 
  94. NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR LUNCH MARY 
  95. That’s actually so sad about what Alex’s parents did to her. I get why she’s so angry, she’s had a miserable life. 
  96. Mary really does love Spencer  
  97. OH GOOD SHE REMEMBERS THAT SPENCER CAN PICK LOCKS  
  98. Aria baby noooo don’t cry 
  99. I figured that Alex had Ezra… 
  100. Do-it-yourself dungeon I’M YELLING 
  101. Lol the look on Spencer’s face says “Bitch stop copying me” 
  102. Ezra must feel like a dumb dumb now 
  103. Oh so Alex shot Spencer, intending to kill her and take over her life but Mary saved her. Alright.  
  104. Alright that’s kinda cute how Alex and Charlotte bonded 
  105. Alex, Wren, Charlotte, and Archer were a SQUAD 
  106. Uh Charlotte, the only really terrible one is Peter Hastings! 
  107. No wonder Alex was so pissed when Charlotte was murdered, she was the only real family she had ever known. 
  108. UGH I’m just gonna pretend this is Team Sparia 
  109. Uh-Oh the horse knows it’s not really Spencer 
  110. Of course Jenna could SMELL that Spencer wasn’t really Spencer 
  111. Alright so these dummies have been trying to figure out who A is after all these years and they just immediately get it right now? That was so easy and ironic thing is that they didn’t have Spencer to help them figure it out.  
  112. Mary ships Spoby and I’m living for it 
  113. Damn Alex, psychotic much? 
  114. I always figured it was A.D. who bought Toby’s house 
  115. RUN BITCHES 
  116. Alex with that hatchet is giving me “The Shining” vibes lol 
  117. HOLY SHIT IT’S THE DOLLHOUSE 2.0 
  118. EZRA YOU GOOD THERE HOMEBOY?! 
  119. Oh my god Alex copying Spencer like that gives me the creeps 
  120. TWIN FIGHT 
  121. God dammit WHICH ONE IS SPENCER? 
  122. AWW TOBY YASSS BABY YOU REMEMBER HER FAVORITE POEM 
  123. OH MY GOD THIS WEDDING IS SO CUTE I CAN’T BREATHE 
  124. Look at the babies! 
  125. MARLENE KING OMG she did the Shhh and everything  
  126. My babies happy… I LOVE THIS SONG 
  127. Aww Hanna’s pregnant!!! 
  128. STOP THIS LAST OT5 SCENE IS TOO MUCH FOR MY HEART TO HANDLE RIGHT NOW 
  129. Ok Mona having a doll shop in France is literally the cutest thing ever 
  130. She totally should’ve ended up with Mike though TBH 
  131. BROOO Mona literally won the game I’m so proud of my child 
  132. YOOOO THIS IS SOME SHIT OUT OF THE TWILIGHT ZONE. HAVEN’T YOUNG GIRLS IN ROSEWOOD LEARNED NOT TO HAVE SLEEPOVERS ON STORMY NIGHTS? 

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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.

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The smell was the worst. Ammonia mixed with copper clung to the room long after her blood had been cleaned from the floor. It burned his nostrils, giving him a splitting headache but he refused to move from her bedside. Hints of lavender were hidden under the stench, if his head wasn’t pounding he might have clung to it but his own pain was too overpowering.

He stared at the blank wall across from him, willing himself to see anything other than her bruised and battered body. He forced himself to think of anything other than how warm her blood had been against his bare skin, how cold she had been in his arms. He couldn’t slip, not even for a second, for if he did he would break and that was just not an option right now.

The monitor was the only thing that spoke in the room. The lingering voices of his friends echoed around him but he ignored them. Words of encouragement fell on deaf ears, while whispers of his inner demons spoke volume.

Victor had said she should be awake by morning, that her healing powers would fix her right up but still he worried. Worried that he would never see her violet iris again. That never again would she whisper his name in the dark, so deep in sleep that she would forget saying it in the morning. It couldn’t end like this, and if it did he would die right beside her.

He was still wearing his blood drenched uniform, still sitting in her copper essence. They had told him to change, to take a shower but that took time and he had none to spare. So he sat, sat in his own emptiness and sorrow, soaking in her disobedience and selfishness.

And waited.

His fingers traced her knuckles gently, grounding him to her. She was so small in the cot, so small and fragile that it seemed she would break. Finally he found the strength to look at her, taking in her bruised and damaged face. He knew these marks would heal, just as they always did but forever would the image of her tainted face haunt him. “Raven.” He breathed, choking down the sob that formed in his throat.  “How could you.”

The soft sound of her groan startled him, causing him to drop his touch. Raven stirred slightly, wincing from the pain she had caused herself. “Gar?” she whispered into the empty air around them.

“I’m here Rae.” He replied, standing from his chair he hovered over her, desperate to see her eyes. Desperate to know that this wasn’t some joke his mind was playing on him.

Then he saw them and fire began to build in his chest. She met his gaze and he nearly burst with anger. “You’re mad.” She squeaked, undoubtedly feeling the his emotions.

“I am.” He replied honestly, not bothering to mask his harshness. “You almost killed yourself today.”

“I know.” She replied softly, dropping her gaze shamefully. “I know I let you down.”

Anger roared within him. “Let me down? That’s what you think this is about?” He was forced to close his eyes, sure if he even looked at her, he would explode and wake up the rest of the tower. “God, you are the dumbest smart person I know.”

She didn’t reply, allowing the heat of the moment build around them.  “You almost died, does that mean nothing to you? Do I mean nothing to you?” A heavy sigh escaped his chest, immediately followed by a desperate heave to replace the air he had lost.

“What am I supposed to do if I lose you? Huh, tell me how do I go on without you? God, how do I survive burying your dead body!? Did you not think about me? Did you just not care?!” He was yelling but he couldn’t lower his volume. The tower was alive with his words but he knew no one would disturb them. “I love you Raven! I love you and you go and pull a stunt like this!”

She broke down then, shaking uncontrollably from the sobs that wrecked her body. “I’m sorry.” She choked, reaching for his hand pathetically. “I just-I just could let them-them hurt you.” With a heavy sigh he allowed her to grab his pam, pulling it to her face. She kissed his bruised fingers submissively, whimpering with every gaze. “I-I’m sorry.” She repeated, tears streaming down her distorted face. “I’m s-sorry.”

“Raven stop.” He commanded, the fire within him dying with each tear that fell. His voice was stern but still he allowed her to hold his hand, caressing his palm against her face. “Stop crying.”

She hiccupped, trying to follow his orders only to break down once again. He hated seeing her weak like this, “I love you.” She repeated over and over again like a mantra. “I love you, I’m sorry.”

It was here, in the medical bay that his Raven was her most vulnerable. Here between the too white walls that she allowed herself be broken, this was never a sight he wished upon himself. “I know Rae, I know.” He whispered, the last of his fire slipping through his fingers. 

It took time but finally she managed to gain control over her emotions, becoming weaker from her outburst. She could barely keep her eyes on him, “Rest.” He whispered, intertwining his fingers with hers. “Heal, get better.”

“Stay with me.” She whined as her eyes closed, cutting her off from this world.

“Of course.”

8

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.”

"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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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 ❤

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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 😭😍

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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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