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I feel like I need to talk about the time I (mildly) offended Patrick Ball in public.
So, this summer, I attended a batshit crazy (affectionate) production of Hamlet three times. Yes, I did drive all the way to Los Angeles to do so, and yes, it was 100% worth it.
I was there because I desperately wanted to see Gina Torres act in person, and I was not disappointed! She was fantastic. The play was insane but in a way that felt truly like art: someone's vision, hated and loved, that Shakespeare probably would have deeply approved of simply because it was transformative and creative as hell. And what I didn't know until I got there the first time was that Patrick Ball, yes, Tumblr Sexyman™ from The Pitt, was Hamlet. And he was great! I'd watched The Pitt and really liked it, and I loved him as Hamlet, but I did not have the Tumblr Sexyman™ reaction that many do, and so I simply enjoyed his performance.
After the third and final production (the last show, on closing night!), I had finally gotten up the nerve to go find Gina Torres. So I asked multiple ushers where the stage door was, found it, and waited. The first person to appear was Patrick Ball himself, who emerged carrying a rubber skull that he'd stolen from the prop department. And he was a total sweetheart! He chatted with fans, signed things, and was overall just a lovely human. I ended up taking pictures of him with several people who had no one to hold their phones, because I love doing that shit for some reason.
And so, since I was waiting patiently rather close to the door, enjoying watching him interact with fans, he definitely noticed me. I kept seeing him glance at me out of the corner of his eye, and I would smile at him because yeah, I'm having fun! This is fun! Also I'm nervous as hell about Gina Torres.
And so, in a lull of The Pitt fans, he turns to me and says, "hey, do you want a picture?" And I'll stress, because some people I've told this story to thought it was because he was stuck up and thought everyone should want one - I was absolutely giving him the kind of body and social cues that would say, "I'm shy but I want to talk to you". This was probably one of the sweetest, most down to earth famous people I've ever met. He wanted to make sure that everyone who was waiting got a chance!
But I was startled. I had locked the fuck in on preparing to not be weird around Gina Torres. I had not been preparing to take a photo with Patrick Ball of The Pitt Tumblr Sexyman™ fame.
And so I stared at him, and he stared back at me, and then I said quite possibly one of the stupidest things I've ever said in my life:
"I mean yeah, sure we can, if you'd like one?"
I swear I watched every emotion run through this poor man's head. I saw utter confusion, the tiniest bit of offense, and a flash of the same concern I would have had in his place: wait, should I know her? should I want a picture with her??? It probably didn't help that he'd just been told that Noah Wyle had been there, but he hadn't known about it. I too would have been thrown for a loop if my big fancy co-star was at my play on closing night.
I stepped forward, fully game to just go for it... and then thankfully an ecstatic fan stole his attention away, and we were both saved from whatever the hell this interaction was.
Sorry, Patrick Ball. I promise I don't hate you. 😂
(And for anyone who cares, YES, I did meet Gina Torres, and she was amazing. 😍)
Not pictured: Patrick Ball's signature, because I didn't ask for it.
God, it's still killing me that my Suits ships are straight. Like wtf Katia where did that come from??? This never happens
So. We're all on board with the concept of Afro-Latina Jessica, right? I feel like we were robbed of Gina Torres' fluency in Spanish... I would have killed to hear her speak it in-character on the show.
And I mean... Jessica's canonical middle name is Lourdes....
Posting jarvey fic snippet to try and force myself to finish this... aghhhh i'm suffering
Jessica pays the bill, as she always does. He tries to fight her for it more often these days, a heartening sign of how much more comfortable he feels with himself, but she likes to keep it traditional. Lanky, eighteen-year-old Harvey is long gone, replaced by a man with shoulders that make her a little weak at the knees when she thinks about them too hard, but she thinks she’ll always still see hints of that person in him, anyway. The same way he still sees hints of who she was, the young associate with an edge of fury and desperation to prove her worth in a world that never wanted her in it. They’ve both changed now, for better and for worse.
I was losing my mind because I couldn't find Pearson anywhere, but thankfully it turns out Poob had it for me. Poob always has it for me. Poob has it for you, too.
So the official Suits channel 100% understands the Harvey/Jessica agenda, huh?
Way too obsessed with the Suits window backdrops: the post
Okay, fellow Suits fans, help me out here...
First of all, I don't think the view out the office windows is really NYC, but nor is it Toronto! The firm is canonically located on E 54th Street, in Midtown:
Thank you, blurry screenshot, you are my everything
I honestly couldn't tell you what it is they've put on their adorable shower curtain backdrops (I love those things so much lmao), but it doesn't look like the Midtown I'm used to. Plenty of buildings there have as many or more stories as the fictional Suits skyscraper, but I don't recognise most of them, and I'll admit they do make it look like they're on a much lower floor than 50 (in my opinion).
With that in mind, knowing that I'm never going to actually get canonical closure on this one (a fact that is killing me just a tiny bit): what do all of you think the view out those office windows is supposed to be? What directions are Harvey's and Jessica's offices facing? Can they see the Hudson? The Chrysler Building? One WTC (albeit under construction through S3-S4)? I know I shouldn't be putting this degree of thought into it, but I can't help myself! Does anyone have any particular headcanons for this one, or is there some degree of fandom consensus among giant nerds like me? For fic purposes I'd love to put Harvey's office facing southwest, and Jessica's northwest, but I'd love to know everybody else's thoughts...
*shakes Jessica very gently* babygirl please tell me what you see out that window....