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[amogusfetichist]

He wants to be annoying so badd

[canonfatbisexualenby]

❄️Drabblecember Day 2❄️

🥧Baking Together🍪 (prompts by @eternally-smitten)

The sound of Christmas carols rang throughout the Halpeesly (Sara’s makeshift name for their little family) kitchen. She was currently helping Pam make gingerbread cookies while Jim watched ‘How the Grinch Stole Christmas’ with the kids.

“Could you pass me the butter please?” Pam asked, her eyes currently on a decades old cookbook. She was convinced newer recipes weren’t going to be as ‘authentic to the Christmas experience’. The book had been in Pam’s family for years, so Sara honestly thought it was cute.

She walked over to the kitchen island and passed Pam a glass measuring cup full of cubed butter. Pam smiled to say ‘thank you’.

Sara peered at the small flurry of snowflakes coming down outside. This was her first Christmas with a full family unit since she was about 16.

Most previous Christmases consisted of spending the day with her Uncle Mike, watching ‘A Christmas Story’ and ordering Chinese takeout. She loved her uncle Mike, and he her, but she as she got older she grew increasingly aware of the fact they spent their Christmases together as adults mostly because there was no one else to share it with at the time.

Before she could reminisce too much, she felt a hand against her shoulder. “Wanna help make the dough?” Pam squeezed and smiled sweetly.

Sara nodded and gingerly rubbed her thumb against Pam’s hand.

Sara walked over to the array of ingredients about on the counter. She thought of the many times she had tried to cook with her old family. It had usually ended in frustrated tears and/or hurt feelings. She was suddenly nervous.

She knew Pam was much more patient and forgiving than her parents. But she still feared making some kind of ‘grave’ error.

When she moved in with her uncle, she suddenly had to learn all the tips and tricks about cooking for two she could. She figured that’s why she had a somewhat ‘odd’ relationship with food.

“So...” she started, turning on the faucet to wash her hands “-how do we start?” Pam turned toward the recipe book, peering at the instructions.

“I’ve already mixed all the dry ingredients together, so you don’t have to worry about that step.” Pam scratched her cheek, leaving a mark of flour behind. Sara giggled.

Pam looked a tad puzzled but smiled back nonetheless. “After that is the somewhat tricky part. We have to beat the butter and add brown sugar and molasses next.”

Sara nodded, drying her hands on a red towel embroidered with a cardinal. She eyed the the large hand mixer.

Pam walked closer and looked at Sara. “Would you like to do it?” Sara thought for a moment and decided possibly ruining the whole batch/plan wasn’t worth the task. She passed the mixer to Pam.

She started the device, gently placing it in the bowl. The butter turned into a creamy mixture. “Could you measure out the molasses and brown sugar, hun?” Pam asked. Sara walked back to the island, a tad relieved her task was simple.

“How much do we need?” she asked, opening the bag of sugar. “We’re making a small batch, so...” Pam thought for a second “Three fourths cup, packed, for the sugar and two thirds of a cup for the molasses please!” Pam quipped cheerily. Sara smiled and started measuring.

Jim walked in grinning “It already smells so good!” He was carrying Phillip in one arm and holding Cece’s hand with the other. The little girl had wet eyes and a prominent frown.

“Oh, what’s the matter?” Pam looked with a concerned expression. “I think she’s a little tired.” Jim replied. Cece gently rubbed at her eyes.

Sara continued measuring out the molasses into a small cup. She honestly got a little nervous during ‘family moments’ like these, because even though in her heart she knew she belonged here, the small insecure part of her brain told he she was intruding or imposing or whatever.

“I need to wash up a bit, could you help Jim with putting the kids to sleep, please?” Pam asked. Sara turned and smiled, nodding. “Of course. I’ll let you finish this up and get clean.” Sara replied.

After the kids were sleeping, Jim and Sara headed back to the kitchen. The carols were off and the kitchen wasn’t quite as fragrant, but a small touch of whimsy still hung in the air.

Pam was cleaning up the mess the cooking had made. She smiled as they entered “There’s my two favorite loves.” She walked over to the both of them, stretching up on her toes to plant a kiss on Jim’s cheek, then leaned down to give one to Sara. Her hair smelled like cinnamon and clove.

“If one of you could, please be a dear and put the dough in the fridge to chill.” Sara nodded and shuffled away shyly from Pam and Jim, still giddy over her kiss.

“Doesn’t that need to chill for a few hours?” she heard Jim say as she placed the discs of dough into the refrigerator. Pam mumbled ‘mm hm’. Sara had never made these before and was suddenly concerned with the chunk of time they had in front of them.

She also felt awkward in moments like these, where it was just her, Pam and Jim together. She knew he was a nice guy, but still worried he held some kind of resentment towards her for the fiasco in ‘07 and the fact Pam had feelings for her. Another part of her occasionally insecure inner voice.

“We should finish the movie!” Pam said as Sara closed the fridge door. “Of course.” Jim replied. She looked over and Pam and Jim were peering at her, as if waiting for her input. Her heart fluttered. “Let’s go!” She smiled.

They got comfortable in the living room. Pam dimmed the overhead bulbs so the Christmas tree served as the main source of light. Jim brought out Grandma/Ms.Beesly’s various quilts. Sara made sure the television wasn’t too loud as not to wake the kids.

Pam sat next to her and placed a quilt on the both of them. Jim sat next to Pam, putting her in the middle. The movie resumed and Sara felt content in this very nice moment.

Taglist 🏷️ (if you would like to be added or removed please don’t hesitate to ask): @deadlock @gideongrovel

[akihatohnoofficial]

what is your policy on rando anons?

[sparkles-oflight]

Maybe you've seen this already, but I saw you saying that there were still tickets for the Madrid concert even if they didn't put it in that story, and I just saw this:

It says "Joker Out expands the capacity of its concert in Madrid!", and it's from less than an hour ago so maybe they didn't know it for sure when they posted that story

It's still in the same place but they are now playing at 100% of capacity!

Anyway, I'm happy that you got the tickets :D

I got my ticket, my friend hasn't yet 👀 still haven't asked my dad if I can go (tho I'm sure I'll be able to).

If he says "no" I'll just resell the ticket 😅

[crepusculum-rattus]

✨Nine people i’d like to know better✨

Last song: Rivers Is a Vampire by Bear Ghost (i was listening to the whole Jiminy album)

Favorite color: green! or blue!!

Currently watching: more like currently rewatching doctor who for the millionth time 🙏 i missed nine </3 oh also ive been watching hermitcraft s10 as uploads come :3

Spicy/savory/sweet: i heart spicy foods🩵🩵🫶🫶🩵 sweet foods r also very very tasty & i love making them

Relationship status: hmmm. well. we’ll say… .. in an open relationship of sorts.

Current obsession: the Sick Freak who lives in my head (..ender). also minecraft as a general thing due to working on projects in game :3

tagged by: @kickittothekerbe (ty for the tag ^v^!!)

tagging: @the-blaze-empress @embers-archive @cirrusea @capprisun @birdsskull & anyone else who wants to join in :P

(no pressure at all to do this 🫶🩵)

[knightofleo]

Visit Norway!

[asoftspotforangels]

some of my favorite woven tapestries, by Cecilia Blomberg:

Point Defiance Steps

Mates

Rising Tides

Vashon Steps

[aaronstveit]

SUNSET AFTER 7PM NEVER KILL YOURSELF

[rosegoldenatlas]

So a lot of Trump supporters want to change the constitution to allow him to run for a third term. How they advertised this idea?

Fanart of Trumps face on Julius Caesars head.

Oh and look what is coming up soon, what a coincidence :)

Thats so weird and odd and Do You Know What Would Be Really Funny?

[wetcatjayce]

no but even viktor's desire to be remembered could be viewed to be coming from loneliness. when I die, would anyone notice?

[shrubsparrow]

It's in the eye of the beholder

[l0verseyes]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 🎃👻

[poqu]

eevee’s walk

[bonsai-just-wants-to-fly]

found this on pinterest, thought of tumblr

part two of 'bonsai's stolen memes'

[owlpero]

big fan of the star guardian