Pam (some Eric too) Pic Spam!
Tumblr, under the tag of Pam Ravenscroft, has some pretty awesome entries lol My fav pics and posted quotes from the books are below. The pics can all be enlarged with just a click too!
And ps - Kristen Bauer posted on fb that they started filming season 4 this past Tuesday :) wahoo! Need me some Pam!
"Remember that one time when Bill got his ass kicked by Pam and his girlfriend and a borderline prostitute had to save his life? Good times."
"Not a single fuck was given"
Sookie: How did the meeting with Victor go?
Pam: It would be a good thing if Victor met with an unfortunate accident.
Sookie: You really mean that?
Pam: No. I really wish someone would kill him.
Pam (in the background): “Step aside, you son of a misbegotten whore!"
Pam (to sookie on the phone): “They like that kind of talk.”
“Baby shower,” Pam repeated. She smiled in a chilly way. It was enough to put frost on your pumpkin, seeing that up-curve of the lips. “I like the term,” she said. “Eric,” she said, “maybe someday one of the waitresses will get pregnant, and we can go to a baby shower!” “That would be something to see,” said Eric.
“Your shirt was so ragged we had to tear it off,” Pam said, smiling openly. “We took turns holding you on our laps. You were much admired. Bill was furious.”
“Go to hell,” was all I could think of to say.
“Well, as to that, who knows?” Pam shrugged. “I meant to pay you a compliment. You must be a modest woman.”
“Yes, it would have been a pity to lose you before we’d gotten a chance to get some good out of you,” she said with shocking practicality. “There are many other humans associated with us the maenad could have picked, and those humans are far more expendable.”
“Thanks for the warm fuzzies, Pam,” I muttered.
“You’re welcome,” she said, and she almost smiled
“So you want me to go to a human orgy, where I will not be welcome, and you want us to leave before I get to enjoy myself?”
“Yes,” I said, almost squeaking in my anxiety. “And do you think you could pretend to be gay?”
There was a long silence. “What time do I need to be there?” Eric said softly.
“Um. Nine-thirty? So I can brief you?"
“Nine-thirty at your house.”
“I am carrying the phone back,” Pam informed me. “What did you say to Eric? He is shaking his head back and forth with his eyes shut.”
“Is he laughing, even a little bit?”
“Not that I can tell,” Pam said.
“You’ve reached Fangtasia, where the undead live again every night. For bar hours, press one. To make a party reservation, press two. To talk to alive person or a dead vampire, press three. Or, if you were intending to leave a humorous prank message on our answering machine, know this: we will find you.”