#obvi watching for pedro

[soft-girl-musings]

biting the bullet and trying my hand at Narcos, let's see how this goes

#obvi watching for pedro #but i do want to expand my genre interests so figners crossed i enjoy it #shouting into the void here

[psychedelic-ink]

It's officially New Year in my time so

Happy New Years Everyone! 🥂

wishing you all the absolute best!

#happy new year #your friendly neighborhood queue #scheduled because i timed it so I would be watching prospect while going into the new year dfvfdbfg #hopefully in 2023 I'll be drowning in ezra content #and pedro pascal obvi

[bbygirlpascal]

Just Being Neighborly (Joel Miller (played by Pedro Pascal) x Fem Reader)

18+ NSFW: Please don't interact with my account/posts if you are under 18.

Note: I'm picturing Pedro's Joel Miller (obvi).

Summary: Newly moved into the neighborhood, you and your neighbor from across the street, Joel, become...friendly. :)

Saturday’s were your favorite day of the week. Getting to sit out on your porch and watch the birds and bugs fly by in the warm air, pure bliss. You sat there almost in a daze, enjoying the quiet of the neighborhood and sipping on your cocktail. The familiar sound of Joel’s truck coming down the street grabbed your attention.

Ever since you moved in a couple months ago, you and Joel are either outside at the same time, or you both end up running into each other somehow. He pulled into his driveway giving you a wave out of the truck window as he turned in. You could see Sarah in the back with her headphones in, in her own little world and you smiled to yourself.

“Hi neighbor,” Joel said with a smile and walked his way over to your porch, resting his arms on the top of the railing in front of you. “What have you been up to? I haven’t seen you in a bit.”

“Oh you know, just working. Keeping the dog busy and keeping myself busy, or at least trying to,” you said with a smile. “How’s Sarah?” you asked him, glancing over at her walking into the house across the street.

“She’s doing good, been working really hard at school,” he said and smiled, “Do you need someone up here to keep you company? I've got nothing going on today.”

You were taken aback, but squealing on the inside. “Of course, I’d love some company. Come on in, I’ll fix you something to drink.”

You padded into the house, and Joel came in behind you. “I’m drinking an old fashioned, you want one?” he looked up at you and a hint of surprise was across his face.

“A girl after my own heart. Yes, please,” he said, “You know, if you need any help in the house here, let me know. I can help you out with whatever you need.”

“I appreciate that, you work in construction right?”

“Mhm, been working in construction for as long as I’ve been able to work.”

“Admirable, I feel like I jump around from job to job all the time.” you said as you poured the ingredients into his glass, “Always looking for something new and exciting I guess,” you huffed and turned around towards him with his drink in hand. “For you, Mr. Miller,” you said with a smile.

He brought the glass up to his mouth and took a sip, “Exceptional, thank you darlin’,” he said and you felt your tummy flutter.

You both made your way out to the porch and sat down. You both chatted for a long time and Sarah eventually came over to let Joel know her friends would be there soon to pick her up for a sleepover. They came and she went. It started to get dark, and the conversation subdued a little, and a comfortable silence fell upon the porch. You were both drinking and you could feel it.

“I want to thank you for coming over here tonight, it’s been really nice talking with you,” you told him, looking down at your glass and up at his face.

“Don’t have to thank me, I’ve been crushin’ on you since the day you moved in,” he said.

“Oh have you? I haven’t quite gotten the memo,” you laughed and looked at him, his eyes softened.

“Ahh, you know, I’m a man of few words and didn’t want to scare you off. Y’know having a daughter and all.”

“That would never put me off, and anyone who would dismiss you because of that are missing out. Plus Sarah is great, you did good with her.”

He looked up at you with a smile, “How would you feel about me kissing you?” he said.

“I’d love that.”

He leaned into you and your lips locked. He tasted like liquor and smelled like clean laundry and musk. You wrapped your arms around his neck and scooted closer to him, your knees touching his. His hands started to explore your body, snaking around your waist, pulling you in even closer. He traveled his kisses down your neck and to your collarbones. You let out a breath as shivers peppered the skin he was nipping on.

“Let’s go inside,” you took his hand and led him into the house. He sat himself down on the couch and you got on top of him, one leg on either side of him. Open-mouthed kissing, letting the sound of your tongues tangling together filled the room.

You started grinding your hips against him, luckily you were wearing a dress, so your panties were in direct contact with his jeans. He slid one sleeve of your dress off your shoulder, letting it fall and exposing the top of your breast. He slide the rest off and attached his mouth to your nipple. Twirling his tongue around it, and popping it out of his mouth as he lowered your dress on the other side.

You tilted your head back, letting a hum escape your lips. “You like that darlin’,” he said to you, kissing his way back up your chest to your mouth. “You wanna lay down..?” he asked, you got off of him and laid back on the couch.

He lifted your dress up, exposing your panties and your wet pussy. “So pretty, so wet for me,” he said and ran his hand up your clothed slit, making you whimper.

“Please, Joel,” you panted, pushing your hips up toward him. He unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants and boxers. His cock was stiff and his tip was glistening with pre cum.

Pushing your panties aside, he rubbed his tip into your folds before slowly entering. You both let out a huff of air, enjoying the pleasure of each other. He continued slowly thrusting in and out of your sex, you could feel every inch of him stretching you out.

“You’re so tight baby, fuck,” he said breathlessly as he picked up the roll of his hips. The sound of skin on skin the only thing in your head. He grabbed your leg and lifted it up to rest on his shoulder, making his cock go as deep as possible. You had to grab onto the couch cushions as the pleasurable pain was almost too much for you to handle.

“I’m gonna cum Joel,” you said between breaths.

“Yeah, cum on my cock baby,” he said as you let out, he kept thrusting into you full force, making you scream. “Now let me see your pretty mouth around my cock.”

You got up, legs shaky and took him into your mouth. Gagging and sputtering as he held your hair and thrust his cock into your mouth. You could feel his cock twitch as his cum covered your tongue, you swallowed and got back up onto the couch. Still drunk, you looked over to him and he planted a kiss to your forehead.

“So, how about a date next week?” he asked.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfic rec #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller #the last of us hbo #hbo the last of us #the mandolorian #the last of us

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Javier Pena, Cowboy like me and right where you left me. Pedro pascal, love story

Congratulations!!!!!!!! Your writing is amazing 💜

Cowboy Like Me

pairing: javier peña x reader

warnings: NSFW 18+ (MINORS DNI), vulgar language obvi, fingering, squ!rting, age gap (reader is 20+), maybe little bits of angst and drama scattered somewhere in the middle, one pushy and creepy dude?, me writing this over a very long period and refusing to reread it and/or revise 🤠

words: 3.8k

a/n: thank you for this PERFECT request casting. right where you left me is coming up soon as well!

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And the tennis court was covered up with some tent-like thing, and you asked me to dance but I said, “Dancin’ is a dangerous game.”. Oh I thought, this is gonna be one of those things. Now I know I’m never gonna love again.

Summertime in Laredo, Texas was as hot as it was boring. Half the town flocked together every Saturday night, desperate for their small-town entertainment fix, be it a new romance or a fist fight. Every week there was something new for everyone to gossip about, something new to distract from the heat.

You pulled up to the party in your old pickup truck, your two best friends sitting in the bed with their boyfriends. Hopping out, you adjusted your denim shorts and tank top—this wasn’t an elegant affair by any means. The smell of rain and dirt flooded your senses as you stood in the dirt parking lot, waiting for your friends to climb out of the bed.

“How many fights do you think there’ll be tonight?” Your best friend approached you, her boyfriend being tugged along behind her.

“Hopefully none.” You chuckled and watched as the other couple started to walk with you. The five of you had been close since kindergarten, the boys having been shaped completely by the three of you girls, and likewise.

You took after them the most, picking up their love of all things dirt and danger. They called you the cowboy of the group, your noncommittal and crass way about you having become your entire reputation.

One thing that you didn’t seem to get from them given their utter devotion to their girlfriends was your bachelor lifestyle. You were too smart of a girl to ever think you’d settle down with any of the men in your small town, at least not now while you were still young and had options.

Though the men you entertained never complained to your face, every Saturday night became a game of which two of your current flings would start a fight. And every Saturday night, you watched from across the makeshift tent at the tennis court while two pathetic men attempted to earn your heart through violence—the least appealing thing they could possibly do.

Finally arriving at the tennis court, you passed a truck belonging to your neighbor, Chucho Peña. Your closest male friend leaned over to you and his girlfriend, whispering. “I heard that Chucho’s son, the famous one who helped catch Escobar—“

“They didn’t catch him, they shot him.” His girlfriend corrected.

“Fine, the one who helped shoot Pablo fucking Escobar.” He squeezed her closer playfully, making her chuckle and you gag at the sweet sight. “Anyways, that’s pretty fucking cool, right? I wonder if he’s going to be here.”

“I doubt it,” you shrugged, not finding it in you to care much about the hometown hero you’d been hearing about since middle school.

“I wonder if he’s hot. My older sisters talk about him like he put the moon up in the sky.” Your friend commented as the five of you stepped into the party.

It was crowded, even more so than usual, but you still never failed to turn heads as you walked through the area full of picnic tables surrounding the dance floor.

“Gonna go dance, okay?” Your friends leaned in and whispered over the blaring country music, earning a nod from you as you pointed across the court to the beer coolers.

“Gonna go get drunk.” You replied with a cheeky smile, splitting away from the group.

As you arrived to the coolers, the usual group of tios surrounded it, no doubt gossiping just like their wives across the court. You smiled at the only one you seemed to enjoy speaking to, your neighbor and family friend, Chucho Peña.

“Hola, Don Chucho,” you smiled and pointed at the cooler he was sitting on. “Puede pasarme una cerveza?” [Can you hand me a beer?]

“Si, si. Javier is guarding the good cooler. This one’s for the kids, mija.” He pointed over into the corner at a mustached man who was nursing a bottle of Corona and staring out at the crowds of people. Your lips parted as you took him in—he was hot and you could fully see why your friend’s sister was so obsessed with him. “Oh, have you met Javi? I think he was gone by the time your family moved here. Let me go introduce you—“

“No, no. Stay sitting, Chucho.” You shook your head at him, giving him a smile before starting toward the intimidating man in the darkened corner.

As you approached him, his eyes raked over your entire body, causing your cheeks to turn hot. You nodded at him, offering him a smile as you pointed to the cooler beside him.

“Sorry, just grabbing a beer.” You bent down and lifted the lid of the ice-chest, Javier’s eyes looking down at you as you reached in to grab whatever brand your hand landed on.

“You just drink anything?” He commented as you stood upright and made a sour face at the fact that you grabbed a Budlight.

“Builds character.” You shrugged and tapped the metal cap. “Do you have the bottle opener?”

“Oh, yeah.” He reached into the back pocket of his way too tight jeans and pulled out the tool, handing it over to you, his fingertips grazing yours as he did. Javier watched you with curiosity as you peeled the cap off, handing him the tool before taking a big chug of the cold ale. He couldn’t decide whether or not you were his type—you were physically beautiful enough, that was for sure, but there was something about you that scared him a bit. It was as though he was looking into a harsh mirror, showing him a much prettier version of his own self.

And the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to mess this up. And the old men that I've swindled really did believe I was the one. And the ladies lunching have their stories about when you passed through town, but that was all before I locked it down.

“You new in town?” Javier asked, trying to lace his tone with indifference, but his constant eye contact seemed to show otherwise. You shook your head and turned to look out at the crowd, your shoulders brushing as you mimicked his stance perfectly without meaning to.

“No, well, I wouldn’t say so. Moved here ten years ago.” You tipped the bottle back and sipped your beer again before turning to the side to look at him. “What about you?”

“Been gone for a while. Might as well be the new guy. Everything’s so different.” He seemed to be taken away by a mix of nostalgia and regret, and it suddenly felt too intimate to be watching him as he spoke. Eyes turning away, you caught a glimpse of the man you were hoping to avoid tonight—an ex-something that really was just an awful lay.

“Ugh, shoot me now.” You groaned and turned around, facing the metal fencing and studying it like it was a work of art in effort to avoid his eyes. Javier turned his head and studied you again, this time the slightest of smirks on his lips.

“Already hate me that much?” He flirted, unsure of what suddenly came over him besides his obvious physical attraction to you.

“No—well, not yet—no. It’s this guy that I slept with once who was awful…like, truly the worst sex I’ve ever had.” He turned back to the crowd with a wider smile now, amused and hopeful to spot the man in question. “He’s the one wearing his cowboy hat backwards.”

“Ah,” he nodded and spotted the guy immediately. “Him?”

“Him what?”

“You slept with him?” He asked again, turning his body to you, his smirk now undeniably lustful as you locked eyes with him. With a chuckle you smiled at the ground. This was your favorite part of the whole dating thing—the build up, the witty back and forth—but it was something all too hard to find in this town.

“What, think he’s too good for me?” You asked with a smirk, raising your eyes back to his. He smiled at you and slowly shook his head, eyes flickering to your lips.

“You know you’re too good for every guy here, so why do you even do it? Isn’t it boring?”

“Very.” You chuckled and turned around fully, taking in a sharp inhale as you watched the unwanted ex walk to you. “Can you get me out of this?”

“Want to dance with me?” He asked, nudging his head at the dance floor. You bit your lip and shrugged.

“Dancing is a dangerous game.” You warned, grinning up at him and almost challenging him.

Javier chuckled as he took your beer from your hand, shocked by the fact that it was almost nearly empty, and set it down on the cooler along with his. As your ex arrived and began to speak, Javier slipped his hand around the small of your back and gave him a patronizing smile. “Sorry, she’s busy.”

You were all smiles as he brought you out onto the floor, his hand warm against the dip in your back. Javier watched you with a grin as he spun you around his finger, catching you again and pulling you in close.

“Very smooth, Mr. Peña.” You beamed up at him, studying his dark brown eyes and that smile of his that probably got him whatever he wanted since birth. “You dance with a lot of girls you just met?”

“It’s my favorite way to do it.” He winked at you before dipping you. You giggled and felt yourself being swept away by him in a way you’d never felt before. It felt too natural, being in his arms and trading wits. It wasn’t at all like your usual endeavors—and you loved it. “Saw you talking to my dad earlier. You two know each other?”

“Yeah, I live next door. Well, my family does. I’m just staying with them for the summer before I go back to school.” He nodded, giving you an impressed look.

“What’re you studying?” He tilted his head as he studied your naturally pretty face, fingers trailing over your skin as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Law,” you groaned. Javier’s eyebrows raised as he thought about just how similar the two of you were. It both thrilled and terrified him to meet someone so…perfect. “What about you? What’re you doing now that you’re back?”

“Still figuring that out, I guess.” He shrugged and lifted his eyes, looking out at the dance floor rather than you. You felt yourself accidentally hitting a nerve, eyes falling to his chest. “You know, I’m still curious as to why you ever slept with a guy so…below your league.”

“Well, there’s only so many men in this town to mess around with.” You shrugged, surprising him with your honesty. “Not that I’ve slept with every man I’ve messed around with, though. I’ve gotten pretty good at being able to tell who’s worth it and not.”

“Lapse of judgement, then?” He asked with a smirk, eyes meeting yours again. You felt your face turn hot as his hand slipped a little lower, resting on your tailbone now. You couldn’t utter a response, not when every part of you felt electrified, so you landed on a simple nod. “What about me?”

“What about you?”

“You said you could tell whether or not a man’s good in bed,” he replied, his tone thick with lust. You chuckled at his boldness and watched him swipe the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip. “What do you think about me?”

“I, uh—“

“Javi? I haven’t seen you in years!” You were cut off by the slowly aging town beauty queen, her red hair making her stand out in every crowd. She smiled brightly as she cut in on your dance, muttering some halfhearted apology as she whisked him away.

You scoffed at the sight of you standing all alone in the middle of a dance floor, such a stark contrast from your usual Saturday nights. With a chuckle and the shake of your head, you walked back over to the cooler, grabbing another beer before walking through the dance floor to find your friends and take your mind off of that devil in disguise.

“He never even asked for your name,” you reminded yourself in a whisper as you started to daydream about what could have been. The fact that you were even daydreaming about a man at all was telling enough. Javier Peña left an impact on you, regardless of however short your interaction with him may have been. He offered you a taste of a true connection, something you’d been longing to find since coming home for the summer, and in an instant he was swept away by an older woman.

“There you are,” the ex found you midway through the dance floor, spinning you into him as though he’d been studying every move Javier had made on you. “Thought you were avoiding me or something.”

“Well, even a clock is right two times a day.” You gave him a pained smile and patted his shoulder as you tried to walk away, but he only moved with you, blocking your exit. “Listen, I’m just not looking for anything serious right now.”

“We don’t have to be serious.” He offered with a pathetic smile, making your eyes roll.

“I don’t want to be casual with you either.” You finally snapped before trying to walk away again. This time, he grabbed your wrist to keep you near. “Let me go.”

“No, I want to dance with you.” You tried to calmly shove him away, but it was no use—the brute was twice your size. Thankfully before you could decide to fully swing your fist at him, a familiar face stepped in and pulled you away, keeping you hidden behind his—oh my god—broad figure.

“Why don’t you do the smart thing and go home, kid. She doesn’t want to dance.” Javier stared him down until he was walking off, Javier watching him as he left the tent before turning around to study your state. “You okay? Did he do anything?”

“No, no. Just couldn’t take no for an answer.” You chuckled at your own sudden fluster, totally forgetting about the entire incident now that Javier was right in front of you, staring down at you with those fucking eyes. “Where’s, uh, where’s Miss Laredo 1986?”

“I don’t know. Not with me.” He shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips as he studied your jealous smile.

“You’re worth it.” You blurted out with a grin, eyes lowering to his chest as you poked his stomach.

“What?” He chuckled.

“You’d be good in bed, so you’d be worth it.” You clarified with a flirty smirk and a bat of your eyelashes. Javier chuckled again and bit his cheek to hide his grin as his eyes lifted to scan your surroundings.

“Do you wanna go for a drive?” He asked suddenly, tipping his head back towards the parking lot. You took a deep breath as you thought about his proposition that would no doubt end in something filthy and passionate.

“A drive sounds nice.” You nodded and allowed him to drape his arm over your shoulder and walk you out of the party, your friends whistling at you as you passed them at the entrance.

“I told you he was hot!”

Now you hang from my lips like the Gardens of Babylon. With your boots beneath my bed, forever is the sweetest con.

The drive with Javier through the backroads was silent, but it never felt uncomfortable. Some old Merle Haggard song played faintly on the radio as he pulled the truck over, putting it in park before finally turning to you. He took a moment to appreciate your face in the moonlight, a smile playing on his lips as you turned to him.

“Wanna go look at the stars?” He nudged his head back at the bed of his truck, your body turning in your seat to look out of the rear window.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to focus on them with you next to me.” You finally spoke, voice soft and almost husky as you reached over to put your hand on his denim-covered thigh. Javier’s breath hitched at the action, his eyes darting down at the contact, watching as you inches your fingers closer to where he wanted you most. “You don’t even know my name…”

“Y/N.” He whispered, his eyes lifting to yours to take in your shock. “Asked my dad after our dance was interrupted.”

“Javier?” You scooted closer and slid your hand up to palm his length, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear as you spoke. “I want you to touch me.”

“Cariño,” He praised in a whisper, his hand holding your face as he pulled you in for a hungry kiss. You took your cue to straddle his lap, your ass hitting the horn making the two of you jump. “Here, lay down.”

Javier expertly flipped you so that you were laying across the seat, his body hovering over yours, lips kissing every inch of your skin he could find.

“It feels like a crime to be fucking you somewhere like this.” He shook his head as his eyes followed his hands, traveling across your wanton and warm figure beneath him. “You deserve sex in a bed. In my bed.”

“Well, let’s call this a test run, then.” You smirked at him and pulled him down by the neck until his lips were crashing with yours again. Javier made quick work of your daisy dukes, tugging them off you and discarding them on the floor of his truck. His fingers reached for your mound, expecting to feel cotton but only feeling you. He pulled away from your lips and shivered as he looked down at your bare cunt, more than turned on by your lack of undergarments. “What? I like to let her breathe sometimes.”

“It’s hot.” He chuckled and leaned back in, kissing you with more hunger than before, his fingers dipping into you wet folds. You arched into his touch, moaning straight into his mouth as he slid one thick finger into your dripping entrance. He moaned back at the feeling of your warm slick surrounding his digit, smiling against your lips before pulling away. He sat back against his door, your body spread open and on full display in the moonlight, his finger curled inside you the only contact you were sharing.

“Fuck,” you panted in a whisper, the sinful squelching sounds of your arousal filling the cab of the truck as you watched him curl his fingers in and out of your heat. Javier’s bottom lip was held between his teeth as he targeted young soft spot inside, his other hand palming himself through his jeans. “That feels so good…where did you learn that?”

“Remember Miss Texas?” He smirked at you and sped up his pace, your thighs trembling as an unfamiliar tension built in your belly. Not knowing what else to do, you squeezed your thighs together, moans now slipping from your lips like breaths. “Come on, baby. Let it happen. Let yourself feel good.”

“Fuck, I don’t know—fuck!” You squeezed your eyes closed as you came in a new way, a surge of wetness covering the leather seat beneath you as you shook.

“Fuck, yes. Good fucking girl, baby. Squirting for me just like I knew you would.” He leaned back over your body and forced your thighs apart, situating himself between your legs as he found your mouth. You hugged his broad shoulders and wrapped your legs around his waist, hips grinding up in hopes of finding more relief. “What? You want me to fuck you, baby girl?”

“Yes!” You shivered at the timber in his tone, eyes peeling open to look up at him. He was grinning and shaking his head at you, tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

“I don’t think I wanna fuck you right now,” he spoke, suddenly making your stomach churn with rejection. Your lips parted to demand an explanation, but he chuckled and interrupted you instead. “I want to fuck you tomorrow. After you come to dinner with me.”

“Wha—“

“And then I want to take you back to my house. Wanna lay you out on my sheets.” He leaned forward and kissed your pulse, sending a new wave of arousal to your center. “Want to spread you open just like this. Then I want to fuck you with my tongue before I fuck you with my cock. How does that sound cariño? Better than a quickie in my truck?”

“I mean—“

“That was rhetorical.” He chuckled and kissed your lips, this time his touch more gentle and affectionate. “Let me take you on a date. Then…then we can do all the filthy things you’re thinking about.”

I've had some tricks up my sleeve. Takes one to know one. You're a cowboy like me…And I'm never gonna love again.

“I don’t date.” You bit your lip, somehow not believing yourself at the typically true statement. “But, I suppose every cowboy’s gotta settle down at some point.”

“It’s best to find someone who gets it. A cowboy like you.” He smirked, winking at you before sitting up. He found your shorts and helped them back on, reaching in the back seat to grab a spare towel he used to clean the dirt off his hands after a day on the ranch. He wiped up your mess with a satisfied grin, your cheeks flushing at the amount he had to wipe up.

“So embarrassing.” You blushed when he tossed the towel out the window.

“My littering?” He asked with his smirk still on, turning on the ignition and headlights.

“No, my…mess!” You laughed at yourself, gesturing at the seat. Javier rolled his eyes and reached over, grabbing your chin and pulling you in for another kiss.

“That was the sexiest shit I’ve ever fucking seen, querida. I’ll gladly clean up that mess any day.” He pecked your lips once more before turning back to the wheel, putting the truck in drive.

“You really want to take me out tomorrow?” You asked, suddenly understanding the smitten feelings of Miss Texas.

“Of course I do.” He reached to rest a hand on your thigh, rubbing your skin a bit.

“Fine. But nothing fancy or super romantic. Keep it casual.” You tried to seem heartless, but he could hear the smile on your face.

“The cowgirl doesn’t like fancy. Got it.” He chuckled and pulled into the lot of the party, putting his truck in park before turning to you. “You live next door, huh?”

“Yeah?” You asked, furrowing your brows in curiosity.

“Guess that makes you my cowgirl next door.”

“Oh, lord. I’m gonna regret meeting you.” You chuckled, watching as his brows furrowed in confusion. “I’m never gonna want anybody else now that I know you exist.”

“Good.”

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got tagged by @spacepunksupreme thanks!

three ships:

first ship: The Dark Urge x Gortash from bg3 (yes, this is ofc durge specific, but let's think "typical" durge or pre-amnesia durge, whatever durge that's scratching and biting gortash and fucks him while doing so) second ship: Mizrak x Olrox from Castlevania Nocturne (gays, angst, I just want them to be together, they have me barking, also hail them for making Olrox this fucking pretty and making such a good chara (@kakimari we probably owe you our thanks)) third ship: Esen x Ouyang from She Who Became the Sun/He Who Drowned the World (very niche but I am crying, throwing up, dragging my teeth across concrete bc of these two) media: last film: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (let's say the title is very fitting because it could almost have been a musical if more people than Lucy would sing plus someone really turned out to be the biggest fucking snake to no one's surprise, but overall a good prequel, lots of references to the hunger games movies (obvi but u get it)) currently reading: He Who Drowned the World by Shelley Parker Chan (my favourite author and I honestly think that the second book of the duology is even better than the first, it's gay, angsty, humorous, exciting, I literally never got this attached to characters in a book, it's also super interesting even without much knowledge about China's history and Mongol invasions, you'll learn a lot, and luckily a map is provided in the beginning, I literally have to check it each time) and The Genesis of Misery by Neon Yang (Just started but the action in the book is amazing and I can't wait to read more, I love the main character) currently watching: Narcos (I never got around it up until now but I love it, it's super interesting, informative, and since I'm learning Spanish, I get to enjoy that part of it, too (Casa de Papel taught me the basics such as dinero and joder) and well another big plus is Pedro Pascal) and the Once Upon a Witchlight campaign from Legends of Avantris (a DnD campaign I very much love, peak entertainment, my fucking legs) currently consuming: anything Baldur's Gate 3 related, vampire-related stuff, Dune as always, Tolkien stuff currently craving: the will and strength to write my fucking book, to draw all I want to draw, manage to open commissions and stuff, and I'm also craving MORE ART and the SOULS OF ARTISTS tagging: @alex-goes-brrr @moryri @tripleyeeet @carrot--cube @volotramp @mr-oldman-appreciator @feylights

#tag game #trying to get to know people more #also trying to grasp your interests mutuals #mutuals my beloveds

[undrthelights]

thank you for tagging me @isitmeulookin4 & @cannolighost kisses xo <3

9 people you'd like to know better!

last song: shades of cool by lana del rey, i’m never not listening to her tbh

favorite color: i honestly don’t know lol i wanna say black or green?? i’ve been loving jewel tones lately

currently watching: rewatching one tree hill, i usually rewatch it this time of year

last movie: welllll i’m about to go see barbie, but i think the last thing i watched was intruders (bc i’m in love with rory culkin….)

currently reading: fics!!! but i’ve honestly been burnt out so i’m very behind

sweet/spicy/savory: ahhhh idk? i think savory

relationship status: extremely single like….. extremely (the delusionships are going strong tho)

current obsession: joel miller & pedro obvi, also the javi p brainrot has been bad, & rory culkin <3

last thing i googled: i was looking up event planning jobs

currently working on: i don’t write so… nothing 🧍🏻‍♀️

no tags: @shatteredbaby @pedrospartner @ilovepedro @javiscigarette @joelsversion @pr0ximamidnight @tieronecrush

if you’ve been tagged already IM SORRY

#tags <3

[ellianasdeadpointeshoes]

Any dancers to look out for at pdl? (I’m sure they’re all great but I probably won’t get a chance to watch everyone)

Antonia manrique from Brazil. Shes quickly becoming one of my faves (Chiara would be so proud)

Joao Pedro he's literally the favorite to win.

Izzy keesee because her comeback from her injuries should be studied ( also shes doing Pharoahs daughter and I love Pharoah daughter its so underrated)

Crystal huang, salute your president

Cypress Schaff, I haven't seen her compete since she left for John cranko

Natalie Steele, dkcba represent, prodigy.

Julian fedele mallard, the other favorite to win. He goes to the ballet school that's notorious for there boys to win pdl (academies princess grace, darion sellman attended this school and won top prize at pdl)

Anna haidai, I find her artistry lovely

Viktoria papaladouka, I love her engery/ artistry her technique she's such a perfect ballerina and she trains at Ellison so she's amazing obvi

#im so excited time is flying by

[myownworstenemyyy]

are you still watching narcos and what episode/season are you up to now?

i’m embarrassed to say i’ve seen up to episode 3 of season 1 🙈

like i REALLY do wanna watch it but now that i have a fulltime job (and working from home has soooo many distractions already), i try to use my spare time to write the fic and i can’t really focus on that AND watch the show at the same time, you know?

#i have seen pedro's sex scenes tho 😏😏😏 #can't miss those obvi #seriously gotta watch this show #but you know #life #*edward james olmos voice* it's exhausting! #lmao i love that movie #def one of my faves #raaaambling #my q and a #thanks for the ask love

[unholyhelbig]

hizzie prompt: hope, lizzie & Pedro in the kitchen (Lizzie making him a sandwich obvi) and he brings up that thinks they’re dating cause he heard an older kid talking about it (because of the fake funeral “lover” comment that leads to dating rumors)

A/N: You’ve got it! I have a bunch of Hizzie Prompts in my inbox, and now that the show starts soon, I’m going to give them a go. (Read on AO3)

Title: Lovers 

Ship: Lizzie Saltzman/ Hope Mikaelson 

Lizzie pulled the freezer open like she had done a million times before, a blast of cold air hardens the sweat against her collarbone. It made her skin feel tight. She reached blindly for a water bottle and instantly moved the hunk of ice to the back of her neck, flinching under the change in temperature and then relaxing into it.

She groaned, rolling her head to loosen the tension. Training with her father was not going well; it wasn’t going horribly either, but she had been flipped against the docks way too many times for her liking. There would be a day when she could catch his hands before they made contact. But today, she nursed her wounds and craved a shower.

When she closed the door, she jumped, drawing in a thick heaping of breath as the fridge shook under the movement. Pedro stood on the side of the appliance, an innocent smile on his face, curls falling into deeply innocent eyes.

“Hi Lizzie,” He chirped

She didn’t want to fall for his nice act. Pedro had never been sneaky, per se, but he had a certain look to him as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, his hands tucked behind him. “What do you want?”

“Nothing just wanted to say hi.” He let his shoulders drop when Lizzie narrowed her eyes “Okay, fine. I want a sandwich.”

“You know how to make those yourself.”

“Yours are better,”

She set the icy water bottle down on the counter and let out a sharp sigh. He knew her weakness, and the compliments were flattering. Pedro happened to be one of the only people she could stand being around in this God Forsaken place- he was a smart kid. A hungry kid.

“Alright fine, sit.” She lifted her chin towards the table and that light came back to his face. He dashed over to the breakfast bar and scrambled onto a chair. She didn’t care how much she wanted to shower and nap. It could wait.

She opened the fridge once more and pulled out the ingredients: Turkey, Cheddar cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, and mayo because Pedro was never a fan of yellow mustard. Lizzie prided herself on her cooking skill, however minimal. She could whip up a mean mac and cheese, and an even meaner cold cut sandwich.

Lizzie washed her hands free of dirt and grasped a dishtowel to dry them. When she turned, they weren’t alone. Hope Mikaelson stood timidly at the kitchen door, wringing her hands as if she were thinking about walking right back out. But she looked hungry too, her mouth was watering at the sight of the scene in front of her.

“Did you hear the crinkle of the bread?” Lizzie snorted.

“What? No! I was on my way to get some… salt… for a spell.” Hope squinted and then nearly combusted trying to think of a better excuse. There wasn’t one; it was too close to dinner for her to hide her hunger.

Lizzie groaned and gestured vaguely to the chair that was open next to Pedro. He wiggled a bit as he scooted over and Hope lowered herself into the seat. She rested her chin against her hands as Lizzie worked. Her stomach growled loudly and she licked her lips as Lizzie tore open the turkey.

She worked methodically, slicing up the tomato first, the sharp edge of the blade. It took everything in her to focus her attention on the task at hand, and not on Hope and Pedro. They talked in hushed voices. Hope had a way with kids that always warmed Lizzie’s heart- even if it was slightly.

Hope talked to him like he was a kid while Lizzie treated Pedro like an adult. Sometimes they needed that, she sure as hell did when she scaled down the side of the Salvatore school with tied sheets and a couple of sweatshirts for extra measure.

“He said what?” Hopes voice had raised.

Lizzie glowered over the sliced tomato and started layering meat and cheese on toasted wheat. She topped it off with lettuce and the freshly sliced vegetables before setting the plates in front of her audience. She quirked a brow and threw the towel over her shoulder, leaning heavily against the counter.

Pedro grasped the food thankfully and took a big bite “he said mmhmmhm”

Hope clenched her jaw and looked to Lizzie for some type of translation. The taller girl shrugged and shook her head. She couldn’t decipher anything. “Uh,”

“Jed told me that you guys were dating.” Pedro swallowed his food “And I told him there was no way because Lizzie tells me everything, and Lizzie didn’t tell me this.”

“Oh?” She smiled, leaning further into the counter.

Hope’s cheeks flushed and she picked up her own sandwich before taking a large bite out of the corner. She had averted her stare to the crumbs on the plate and even went in for a second bite before completely finishing the first.

“Yeah,” He shrugged his shoulders before frowning, “I think it would work. Hope was really nice at your funeral.”

“I was?” She asked, wiping the corner of her thumb against her mouth “I was. Totally had the greatest things to say about Lizzie. She makes a killer sandwich.”

He nodded in agreeance and slid from the seat “Jed said something about you complimenting her skills with loving people. I think that’s sweet. Thank you, Lizzie!”

“Sure thing, Kid.”

He dashed out of the storm doors and across the yard before she lost sight of him entirely. Hope was chewing thoughtfully and Lizzie grasped Pedro’s plate before putting it in the sink and flicking on the water.

“Lovers?”

“I’m a good one-“

They spoke at the same time and Lizzie succeeded her sentence with a drawn-out sigh. She ran the plate under the stream of water before deciding that now wasn’t a great time to clean up. She would do it later, after a scolding, she was assured. But Hopes wipe and unripe eyes deserved her full attention.

“Look… Hope, I couldn’t help myself.” Lizzie chewed on her bottom lip, careful not to draw blood because Hope was sure to smell it. “Everyone hates me. And before- before Europe that was fine. I wanted people to hate me because that met they feared me, and fear keeps people out of my business.”

“What changed, then?”

“I tried. That whole time I wasn’t flitting around the UK like it was nothing. I was in offices and evaluations, and when I wasn’t there I was with Mom’s witch friends trying to control the way my emotions affect my magic.” She sighed again, this time sadder “So when I died, and no one saw the new me, it struck a nerve. So yes. Lovers.”

The room was silent and Lizzie suddenly regretted a lot, mainly waving Hope in to have a sandwich in the first place. But she took the quiet as a grain of that imaginary salt that the girl was searching for in the first place.

“Is it true?”

“What?”

“Are you good at it?” Hope’s eyebrows shot up “Because if you can make a killer sandwich like that, and you’re good in bed? I know that’s sexist- but I’m curious now that the rumors are going through the wolf pack.”

Lizzie cracked a smile and pulled her shoulders back. She watched Hope as she leaned over the counter and placed the plate on top of the other one. The wolf’s eyes lingered playfully and for a bit too long. But Lizzie took that as a grain of salt too.

#hope mikaelson #lizzie saltzman #hizzie #Hizzie fanfiction #Hope x Lizzie #Legacies #legacies fanfic #request #prompt

[furious-rogue-stuff]

I’ll ask since you reblogged: 9, 10, 16

You're too good to me and my need to distract from my boredom!

9. What's a scene you wrote this year that you're particularly proud of?

Like I mentioned in an earlier ask, there's so many! But when I think back on chapters, a lot of the scenes that stand out to me and make me smile are from Chapter 9: Passion in Heat

You have no time to prepare for the seeming confrontation that was brewing when the jeep pulls up behind your hatchback. When a very aggravated and clearly exasperated Murphy storms out of the car and stalks up, he's already furiously barking at Javier, "Goddammit, man! What the hell are you doin' fucking around and going M.I.A. like that—" Pausing and only realizing you're standing next to Javier when he rushes over fumingly, Murphy gives just one snide once over, and adds in a scathing drawl, "You really got one of your working girls chauffeuring you around now too?!"

Javier bristles as he feels you rile next to him, seeing the telltale shift of your shoulders winding back as rage sears up in you. "Who the fuck are you calling a working girl, you stupid-ass hick?!" you verbally slash and Steve literally skids to a halt as you advance on him, blue eyes widening and lips disappearing as he sucks them against his teeth when you tear him asunder with, "Fuck you and the chopper you flew in on, and the next time you have the audacity to come barking over at me like that, I'll slap that goddamned porn 'stash right off your face!"

Carrillo visibly tenses, but not with shock, instead pressing his curled hand to his mouth in obvious attempt to hide his amusement while Javier just grimaces at Steve as he begins to stammer, "I-I-I didn't mean any disrespect, miss—!"

Dismissively, you turn away and level Javi in your furious sights now, and his brows arch helplessly as you sneer, "Even your goddamned partner thinks you're still messing around with your ho-ass bitches, so once again, me haces el favor de irte pal carajo, puto mentiroso!"

With that, you storm off to your car, purse strap and keys in a death grip as you go, and Javier tosses his head back and clenches his jaw, muscles bunching up in reflexive animosity as he wars with his impulses, two of which involve drop kicking Steve and running after your car. However, you're currently peeling out of your spot and speeding away back down the street, so he twists up against the urge to just bellow every expletive he can think of into the sky while Steve grimaces and awkwardly watches you drive off.

"Well then…I think we should head to base," Carrillo announces glibly before slapping his hand consolingly onto Javier's shoulder. "I have to fill you in on a few things, so ride with me."

Javier shoots Steve a murderous glare as he walks around to the passenger side when Carrillo gets in the driver's side.

Once they park at the base, Carrillo hands Javi his satellite phone. "Llámala, huevón," he tells him, giving him a commiserating smirk.

"It's not that easy," Javier grumbles. "She's not that easy."

"The good ones never are," Carrillo muses and exits the car, pausing before shutting the door and walking away to add simply, "But they're always worth it."

Javi is struck by how simply summed up that is for him, and how strongly it resonates with him.

10. What character did you fall in love with this year?

Ah! A definite big, monumental character I became enamored with is Din Djarin. He was my gateway Pedro Pascal character, and since I got into him, I've been trying to devour as much Pedro character content as possible. A close second would be Javier Peña (OBVI!), and third would be Frankie Morales.

16. What ship stole your heart this year?

Oh, this one's tough! I think originally Din Djarin x OFC/F!Reader stories. My top fave was pretty much anything written by @omgreally , but her Set in Stone series is just perfection. Check her stuff out! Her work also inspired me to wander into the Pedro character fan fiction pond~!

#fanfic ask game #ask game #thanks for the ask! #ask me! #fanfic author

[from-red-string]

Why?

This shout out for the simbar shippers after the lutteo ficweek, which I loved and is amazing. 

Sorry for not finishing it, I had some problems. 

Ps: Especial thanks to Ellie @fangirlelliethings for handling my excited self for this fic and proofreading for me ILY 

 Emms @rowbrinaswift I need your reaction haha

Anyway, Simbar now! I hope you like it.

“Why do you two work so well?”

When I first heard this question, my first reaction was to start laughing out loud. How could anyone think that?

We’ve had a long way to become what we are now. I’m not even sure how it started. I was a plastic rich girl from Buenos Aires and he was a waiter in Cancun. What were the chances of us meeting? What were our odds of ending up together?

But against all of the odds, we’ve met. The beginning was terrible. I thought Simón was Luna’s dog, also known as Luna’s best friend that was ridiculously in l love with her. And for Simón, I’m not sure what he thought about me for real, but he politely says that he had no problem with me even though I was mean to Luna.

After a while, I broke up with Matteo, who was in love with Luna and she liked him back. Since I needed to get away from Matteo, my best option for a pair up was Simón. Even better, we were two products of love rejection.

What better way to fix a broken heart than to meet another one?

It was cool to skate with him. We seemed connected, we had the same rhythm. The rhythm that guide me was the same that guide him. Skating together had made me realize that we worked together very well.

This realization scared me so bad. Nothing ever worked well for me naturally. I've always needed to make things to go my way. It was good for once to just let it be and it was going fine by itself. With Simón, it was easy to talk, to dance, to play, to be me, it was easy but also so intense. Every feeling I got around him was strong, awestruck, real. Nothing was a pretense.

And my stupid self had noticed how great they were, so I had this ridiculous revenge plan where I wanted to make Simón against Luna because I thought that would make her suffer as much as I suffered when she took my best friend. I didn’t realize that was a mistake until it was too late.

I was in love. Probably, I was in love with him even before that but when I noticed it, the scariest moment of my life came right after that. If I'd thought that what I felt when I was with Simón was fear, I was wrong. When Simón discovered the plan, I saw that the fear I felt before was not even close to a real fear. The only thing that made me feel good. The only person with who I could be myself and I manage to destroy all of this. I was so afraid of losing him. In that time, he told me something that was painful but true.

“You can’t lose what you’ve never had for real. All we had was a lie - your lie.”

It took me so much time to stop thinking about this sentence. Even after he had forgave me, he needed to say a billion times that he didn't mean it that way.

“I was angry hurt boy. I wanted you to feel as bad as I felt. I was yours before you first talked to me. I knew I was yours when I first saw you on Jam & Roller’s stage singing. I heard your voice and I knew it was a lost battle, I couldn’t fight against it.”

For so long, the guilt of hurting Simón followed me but we are okay now. I realized Simón doesn’t care about this anymore, so it was time for me to let it go. I’ve learned that those plans and acts only end up by hurting me and who I loved so it needed to be in the past.

About love - my first “I love you” came out on one of our secret nights, the ones when Simón would sneak in my room late night and leave early morning. I’m sure Amanda noticed the existence of male clothes in a drawer in my closet but she's never said a word about it, at least not to me.

“Do you really need this thing on all night?” Simón asked pointing at the air conditioner, taking his shirt off. “It’s winter. It’s already cold.” He complained sitting on my bed.

“I need the air on to sleep and you wouldn’t feel so cold if you'd wear some clothes.” I said coming from the closet and laughing when he gasped, but then smirked and I frowned.

“You want me with clothes on? Okay.” He reached for his shirt on the floor, provoking me. I stopped him by stepping up closer and putting a hand on his chest.

“No.” I said shaking my head and slowly pushing him to lay down. “I can keep you warm.” Then I kissed him.

Eventually, the “I love you” slipped out of my lips, shocking Simón. He already confessed his love a hundred times before and in various forms. He has never rushed me to say it back even through he wanted to hear me saying it, so hearing it from me for the first time made him really happy. Also it made me happier for feeling confident enough for saying it out loud.

Our happiness could've lasted longer if the whole 'Sol Benson' drama didn't come. The discovery that I wasn’t Sol Benson had wrecked me. First, I wasn’t Ámbar Smith, then I wasn’t Sol Benson. I freaked out. I believed that I was no one that I had nothing and no one, and the life that I've lived before was somebody else's life. Everything previous had belong to someone else, so I needed to start over. I needed a name. I chose to be the new “Ámbar Smith”, I created her before so it was time to recreate her. If Sharon Benson’s ever wished to destroy someone’s life, that was when she'd succeeded.

I felt so lost, I had no direction to go, I was a train whose rail ended but couldn't stop itself. Simón had tried to help me, to make me stop, to reach out for me, but I kept pushing him away, I confused his care for control and I didn’t need somebody to try control my life.

He tried everyday, he didn’t give up. Somehow he knew I still needed him.

When I couldn’t handle it anymore, ready for a free fall, he was there to catch me.

Together we started solving the dazzle that was me. He helped me to get to know who I am and we realized that he already was a part of me.

One day we were coming back from my therapy session in Simón's car - Luckily, he got his license during my dark phase, it was truly just luck - I have no idea how someone like him could pass. I’ve become our official driver, soon after I got my license. We figured out that was safer.

“Last song was bit lame. But that beat.” Simón commented replaying the best with his mouth. I had no idea what music is he talking about.

“Yes, obvi.” I agreed taking my eyes off the window, Simón laughed.

“You ignored the radio.” He stated shaking his head smirking. “A kiss for your thoughts.” We usually do that to get things from each other, it’s a silly joke but I enjoy it. And that would've worked if he wasn’t driving.

“Concentrate on the road and try not kill us, driver.” I replied. Although he was an okay driver, I wouldn’t bet our life on Simón’s multitasking skills. Simón grinned and turned the radio up.

 I don’t ask for you to change, baby no no no

And you don’t ask for me to change

 Tell me how we're not alike

But we work so well and we don’t even know why

 “This song is way better.” He smiled saying it. I silently agreed, smiling back, then turned back to the window again.

But I couldn’t ignore this song.

In that time, I still lived in Benson’s mansion, even through I didn’t talk to Sharon anymore. I ate in the kitchen and started being friend with Luna. She made staying there easier. Almost the whole time I spent in the mansion was with her - studying, watching movies, even cooking.

Within a year, I moved in with Simón. We were alright living together. He cooked I did the math - bills part and we divide the cleaning duties. I was finishing college, so sometimes we had a few parties to go. At one specific party there was a cold night, the people that went there were not that cool and we didn’t feel like drinking, we weren’t enjoying being there, but I needed to stay a little because it was my classmate's birthday.

“So cold!” I murmured to myself, brushing my arms with my hands, Simón gave me his jacket. Sometimes, cold seemed to be just a thing from my head because I was shaking but Simón didn't feel a thing.

“Aren’t you the one who loves the air on?” He mocked, hugging me. Simón was trying to make us leave the party and go home, he want us to have some privacy. It was taking all of me not to give in.

“It’s different.” I answered and I shivered losing my breath when he kissed a skin spot right below my ear. He knows me too well. “You’re dirty, Simón. That’s a low move.”

“I’m just a player who try to beat his enemy.” He whispered low with his lips almost glued to my ear, then gave me a hickey on the neck making me suppress the moan that arised. “Can we go now?”

He asked taking a step back to look in my eyes. I nodded unable to speak. I gave in. After all those years, Simón's effect on me was still as surprising as the first, but it’s stronger and better each time.

9 months after that night, Emma came, our first daughter. Fortunately, I had only 6 months of college to go when I got pregnant so Emma came in the right time. Emma’s birth was perfect and we couldn’t be happier. Luna is her godmother, she really loves Emma. Emma was the best unexpected thing that happened to us.

And that’s a huge fact when nothing on your parents life is as expected or has a plan set.

“Emms, your mom is sleeping.” I heard Simón, whispering to the 1 year old Emma in his arms, when I woke up from my nap on the sofa. I got up to give them a kiss.

“Hey, how was your day at the studio?” I asked letting Emma play with my hand. Simón has a studio with the Roller Band, they were a pretty famous band but they've decided to do less tours and work more on producing music. Simón says they want to give a chance to some new bands.

“Good. Emma was a success singing with Pedro. What about you? How is Fab & Chic going?” He said with his hand caressing my cheek. Oh yeah, I work with Jazmín and Delfi, we created the Fab & Chic brand clothes, there’s a store and a fashion blog, we are doing pretty well. I’m the manager, the three of us have different accomplishment functions in the company, each if us doing what is best at. Emma goes with us to work some days, since she’s on vacation from her daycare.

And now, 10 years after that day, things didn’t change much. And you could’ve thought that would be boring, well, you would be wrong. It’s not that we've found a happily ever after - we don’t. We can’t find something that doesn’t exists. But we know we are happier living together than apart, so we just live passing through whatever we need.

Okay, many things have changed. Luna and Matteo are married, Gastón and Nina aren’t yet - Nina keeps delaying it. I can’t judge it, Simón and I haven't got married neither, but we don’t need this. About us, we had twins, Ellie and Lucas, who are the best planned thing in what we succeed in.

At least, one of them was planned. The twin part wasn’t exactly expected.

But Emma is the one who changed the most. She can eat alone, wipe herself, sleep the whole night, walk and talk. Indeed, it was her question that started all this wondering.

My eyes are locked to Simón's. We are on the sofa and the twins are watching Trolls on TV.

“We don’t know why.” I answered for both of us, looking at Emma.

“It need to have reason.” Emma whispers staring the TV.

“Is it the time?” Simón mouths to me, my eyes widened. I think he’s right. Oh girl, my baby. I nodded. “Emms,” He calls her, she turns to him. “When a boy and a girl like each other,”

“No no no. I already…” Emma stands up saying with the hands on her hips. She’s undeniably my daughter. “I’m done.” And goes to the kitchen. We start laughing, the twins looking at us, confused but soon go back to watching the movie.

“You started just perfect.” I mocked getting closer to him and laid my head on his shoulder.

“I love you.” He says kissing my forehead.

“I love you.”

#simbar #simbar fic #that was my favorite fic to write ever #ahhh #also M thanks for being my friend all the way #I love you #sl #soy luna

[maumeetsworld]

Welcome to your tape, bitch

Oh. My. God. This show is the perfect example of how I am actively ruining my life with the conscious decisions I make. I spent one week hate-watching it mainly because I wanted to understand the whole controversy around it contribute to all the shitposting happening on Tumblr. So there I was, sitting on my couch, ready for some Netflix & Chill - the real kind, not the Grindr-enabled one - and then I heard Hannah Baker's voice, which led me to the following point:

1. How conceited is this girl?

I knew this was shit the moment I heard her saying she wasn't going to send her victimizers a podcast because she wouldn't make it that easy for them, so instead she sent them plain old cassettes. Bitch, seriously? You're dead, whatever makes you think that people who dgaf about you when you were alive, will do it now just because you took the easy way out? Next time you want to guilt-trip your classmates from the grave, at least wait till after they've contacted you through a Ouija board.

And don't even get me started on her self-proclaimed moral superiority. She blames Jessica for her death because she slapped her, but then Hannah witnessed her being raped and that didn't ring a bell on how shitty a person she was too? Like, please, you would have gotten a million tapes yourself had anyone else come up with the same stupid idea.

This brings me to the second point.

2. She was not alone

This show would have been remotely less annoying if Hannah had actually been isolated. In fact, they tried to go there by having her say how lonely, unpopular, and disliked she was, and how everyone was just trying to get her. Except they were not. In fact she made a fuckload of friends throughout the series. She was dating the jocks, experimenting with the Queen Bee, being all deep and intellectual with the gay guy, going to parties at the cheerleader's house, friendzoning the hot geek, and even having her own little version of The Breakfast Club with an Eminem wannabe.

And yet you're telling me that she was unpopular and nobody liked her? Yeah, OK, next.

3. Her reasons to kill herself are ridiculous

Somebody stole the drawing that some anon left in your compliment box? Heartbreaking. Was that a reason to kill yourself? Of course not! Well, on a second thought, maybe the fact that she went to a school where they had compliment boxes was.

Seriously, what were the writers thinking when they were working on this script? Did nobody think that this was stupid af? Suicide is never justifiable, but fuck, if you're going to do it, at least come up with a decent reason. Don't slit your wrists open over someone reading your anonymous poem in class, which, by the way, nobody even knew was you. There's a fine line between crying for help and stirring up drama just for the sake of it. Hannah Baker mostly dwelt in the latter.

4. None of this would have happened if she had not been actively looking for drama

Hannah was upset because the high school jock shared a pic of her undies. He then told the whole school that she was an easy lay. Outrageous. Then one of his friends tried to pull a Donald Trump on her (and grab her by the pussy) because, you know, the high school jock said she was easy, remember? All of that I get.

What I don't get is why over the course of the series she continued interacting with him and everyone else who was mean to her - according to her delusional ass, anyway - and even getting in a hot tub with them. I'm sorry, but that's not the behavior of someone who's deeply hurt and desperate for things to improve. That's the behavior of someone asking for it. No, I don't mean rape. Rape is never justifiable. I mean drama. She was asking for drama and if she didn't t get  it, she would create it.

5. The rape aftermath

OK, fine, the whole rape situation was not cool. Yet her blaming the counselor is what really pissed me off. Hannah, being the dumb ass teen that she is was, wanted justice - which I totally get. What I don't get is why the fuck would she even bother to go and make a scene at the counselor's office and then throw a bitch fit at him when he told her that she needed to move on? Yes, that is a shitty answer, but what was she expecting? He was a fucking counselor for fuck's sake, not Professor Xavier. He couldn't read your mind, girl. If you she truly wanted him to help, then she should have spoken up and spilled the tea on Bryce. Oh, no. instead she went crazy and stormed out of the room ready to do the job, but not before standing outside of the counselor's office hoping he would run after her.

The hell you think you are, Hannah? Cinderella? Who'd want to run behind a crazy, borderline psychotic teen with an attitude problem?

6. The Latin classmate

I'm not done hating on Hannah, but this guy got me raging almost as much as she did. Everything from his crappy personality to his outfit was just terrible, but the real mystery is what he even had to do with Hannah, and why the fuck does he pretend to be all wise and mighty? First of all, if he was that wise, he would have stopped dressing like Danny Zuko.

Also, let me get this straight: Hannah kills herself because in the end she has no friends, yet she entrusted this guy to see her tapes through till they reached the 13th person? Ahem, is this a plothole or just plain stupid writing? I wanted to vomit every time Pedro - whatever, I'm Mexican - would show up just to act all shady and remind pretty much everyone around - mainly Clay, Clay, Clay, and Clay - that they had all killed Hannah.

Hoe, no. Someone friendly enough to give her a ride home when she was pissed drunk didn't kill her, she killed herself. Well, rather the razor blades that she stole from her bankrupt parents' pharmacy did, but those are just details. Also, if Carlos - whatever, I'm Mexican - was such a good friend and concerned about everything that had happened to her, he wouldn't be dropping cryptic af messages, he would have taken the tapes to the police and let them deal with the jock. But no, of course he didn't do that because that would have required a writer to stop mixing vodka and Xanax and realize the show they were producing. No, instead he took the least sporty-looking character rock climbing because that's just how he rolls.

7. Clay

So the guy went from being the wallflower to taking justice into his own hands? What's his name again? Batman? I still don't understand how he's supposed to be all smart and yet not once, not even for a single second, does he stop and think that maybe, just maybe it's better to tell his parents, or any other grown up in fact, about what's happening and about how every other person wants to axe him. Like, I get it, you're angry, you're hurting, but you know what hurts more? That gap on your forehead, you know, the one you got after a car hit you?

Like, didn't anyone notice it? Am I the only one who can see it? Cos, girl, it's so big it makes the gender gap in the workplace look narrower in comparison. Go get stitches, like, now.

8. Where the hell are all the parents?

Underage drinking, tattoos, drugs, reckless driving, guns, teens with huge af scars all over their faces, like, where the fuck are all the grown ups? Are you trying to tell me that not even one adult noticed any of this? For fuck's sake, Clay's scar is putrid and so is half his face now, he's dying of an untreated infection!

9. The fandom

I cannot even begin to explain how annoyed I am at the people who think this is an accurate reflection of the suffering that many of them have gone through. You're wrong, and I don't feel bad saying it. Hannah had multiple opportunities to save herself if she had not acted stupid, dared to speak, and or seek help. She had loving parents, a hot geek ready to jump her, and apparently she was the best of friends with Jorge - whatever, I'm Mexican. No, if she killed herself was because she was starving for attention. She wanted to guilt-trip everyone and make them feel as shitty as they had made her felt except, guess what? She's not there to witness it.

10. The message

That's my issue with this whole fucking series. It plays with the idea of suicide in an almost hedonistic way, it's almost as if they wanted us to picture Hannah Baker laughing in Heaven - or rather in Hell cos she killed herself, obvi - at the sight of all these people suffering over her death and feeling remorseful the actions that led to it. Let me tell you something: Unless you become Casper, you will not get to see this.

To everyone thinking that suicide is as glamorous as 13 Reasons Why made it seen, it's not. You die and that's it. Sure, there will be people devastated by it - your parents - but that's it. There will be no Juan - whatever, I'm Mexican - sending tapes on your behalf or Clay growing a vagina in the middle of his forehead during his quest to uncover the truth. You'll be gone and that will be it.

In conclusion, 13 Reasons Why is a steamy pile of trash from start to finish and was clearly targeting all the dumb af teens who also thought that The Fault in our Stars is the epitome of modern literature. It's pretentious, it's boring, it's full of plotholes, and it will make you rage from start to finish. Needless to say, this is my opinion and that's about it. If you don't like it, well... Welcome to your tape, bitch.

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