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Shoot: Style Italia Magazine, July/Aug 2018, Issue 7/8
Photographer: Michael Schwartz
Interviewer: Giovanni Grassi
Grooming: Mira Chai Hyde
Full interview, behind the scenes, outtakes & shoot photographs below. 👇🏻
Jett's Pedro Shoot's Masterlist
• Cover shot & main images used in the magazine.
• Outtakes.
• Image from main shoot above zoomed in. 👇🏻
• Promo Video 'Hope' that accompanied the shoot.
• Full interview, originally translated from Italian by myself. Italian version below translated version.
The son of Pinochet's opponents, Pedro Pascal lived as a refugee in Denmark and the United States. Then, his encounters with cinema "to get to know the world" and success in TV series, from Game of Thrones to Narcos have made him a popular talent.
The appointment with Pedro Pascal is in a motel worthy of a horror movie, the actor known to many as Agent Javier Peña from the Narcos series, but who women appreciated first and foremost as Prince Oberyn Martell in Game of Thrones. We are not far from Orange County, where this 43-year-old born in Chile and raised as a refugee first in Denmark and then in the USA (his parents, supporters of Salvador Allende, had to leave the country after Augusto Pinochet's coup) spent most of his time his adolescence.
Very busy, between the filming of Wonder Woman 2 and the post-production of If Beale Street Could Talk, the film based on James Baldwin's book If Beale Street Could Talk and directed by Barry Jenkins, the Oscar-winning director of Moonlight, Pascal is really in the highlight of his career because he is among the most requested Latino interpreters in Hollywood. Not only will we see him on August 14 with Denzel Washington in The Equalizer 2 by Antoine Fuqua, but one of his most anticipated films for next year is Triple Frontier by J. C. Chandor from a screenplay by Mark Boal, producer and author of The Hurt Locker.
"Yes, the work is going well and offers me extraordinary experiences, which I would never have imagined when I was a student, even if I dreamed of them by spending the afternoons at the cinema while my sister made me listen to Madonna's Like a virgin until I was exhausted," he says laughing while a turntable continues to repeat Sia's song, Fire meets gasoline, in the video of which Pascal is seen alongside Heidi Klum in what has been defined as "one of the most sensual sequences of video clips". On the other hand, framing him only in his work as an actor is limiting: among other things, he is part of a theater group in New York and is also active as a director.
"I have always had a project: to exist and not just live, looking for a way to express my ideas and pursuing my passions. Individual reality is made up of many stages, crises, dreams, conquests, defeats. And I never forget that, as a Chilean, I have known and studied the tragedies of a country, from Spanish colonization to dictatorship and democracy."
What was, and perhaps is, your primary objective?
"I wanted an interesting and emotional life. I wanted to gain a sense of beauty in everything. I grew up feeling part of a family tree that did not want barriers, borders, discrimination: from Santiago we ended up in Denmark, then in San Antonio in Texas, then in Orange County in California and in New York. I dreamed while reading Flash Gordon comics, I listened to Iggy Pop songs, I was scared watching films like Jaws, I lived adventures with Indiana Jones, I devoured books and I always went to the swimming pool because I wanted to become a professional swimmer: when I became a professional swimmer in Texas at the age of 11 state swimming champion, I felt on top of the world. At the time I didn't yet know that life would take other turns..."
When did you decide to become an actor?
"I liked all the films with Steve McQueen and Paul Newman and the idea that by working in ever-changing countries I would get to know the world stimulated me. For me, travel means breaking things, changing habits and searching for new balances."
Among the many places in the world, where is it which would you choose a favourite?
"Walking on the Great Wall for Zhang Yimou's The Great Wall was like being in another galaxy. In the South of Italy, on the islands of Sicily such as Lipari and Stromboli, I experienced a symbiosis with nature that is necessary for me, even if I consider myself a man who always, or almost always, needs to feel like there is a metropolis around him. New York will always remain my habitat, but another of my favorite cities is Madrid."
And what do you like to do in your free moments?
"When I have time for myself I often listen to music: we live in a continuous bombardment of images and this is my way of smoothing out any violence. I like many composers and bands, from Erik Satie to Gun N' Roses, and making music together for me is true democracy."
What memories do you have of your professional beginnings?
"Then, and still now, I liked reading, writing, creating stories, traveling with the most varied characters between reality and fantasy. Acting as a way of expressing myself came later and gradually became the center of gravity around which to group all my experiences in the world of entertainment and, first and foremost, in my early days."
You owe a lot to Game of Thrones. Why, in your opinion, has this series had, and continues to have, global success?
"Because it talks about kingdoms, battles, poverty, social classes, mixes fantasy with science fiction and horror, in a mixture of references to the Middle Ages and the eternal realism of politics, relationships and human clashes, between dragons with burning eyes and individuals who have courage, fear, certainty and doubt."
What more do you want from your career?
"Meetings and stimuli from characters who are extremely different from each other. But I also want to dialogue with the public, which for me means sociability, authentic contacts with the most disparate people. I want elegance in my life and to this word that is so abused today, I give the meaning of generosity."
How do you deal with rivalries with your fellow actors?
"By abstracting myself, creating wherever I am a portion of existence where friends, the people you choose and love have a specific place and we don't just talk about ourselves, our problems, but about the world. However, I have always believed that competition, like ambition, is an indispensable driving force in life: rivalry requires us first of all to beat ourselves and, ultimately, this is also why we dream of our goals, we move forward or we go back and we project ourselves towards some mirage.
If today, at the height of success, you were to write your epigraph, what would it be?
"Pick up your banjo and go play because in life it is important to do what you really want and not to become rich and famous."
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In Italian as originally published:
Figlio di oppositori di Pinochet, Pedro Pascal ha vissuto da rifugiato in Danimarca e negli Stati Uniti. Poi l’incontro con il cinema «per conoscere il mondo» e il successo nelle serie tv, da Il Trono di Spade a Narcos.
È in un motel degno di un horror movie l’appuntamento con Pedro Pascal, l’attore conosciuto da tanti come l’ispettore Javier Peña della serie Narcos, ma che le donne hanno apprezzato in primis come il principe Oberyn Martell ne Il Trono di Spade. Non siamo lontani da Orange County, dove questo 43enne nato in Cile e cresciuto da rifugiato prima in Danimarca e poi negli Usa (i suoi genitori, sostenitori di Salvador Allende, dovettero lasciare il Paese dopo il golpe di Augusto Pinochet) ha trascorso gran parte della sua adolescenza.
Impegnatissimo, tra le riprese di Wonder Woman 2 e la post produzione di If Beale Street Could Talk, il film tratto dal libro di James Baldwin Se la strada potesse parlare e diretto da Barry Jenkins, il regista premio Oscar di Moonlight, Pascal è davvero nel momento clou della carriera perché è tra gli interpreti «latinos» più richiesti a Hollywood. Non solo lo vedremo il 14 agosto con Denzel Washington in The Equalizer 2 di Antoine Fuqua, ma uno dei suoi film più attesi per il prossimo anno è Triple Frontier di J. C. Chandor da una sceneggiatura di Mark Boal, produttore e autore di The Hurt Locker.
«Sì, il lavoro va bene e mi offre esperienze straordinarie, che quando ero studente mai avrei immaginato, anche se le sognavo passando i pomeriggi al cinema mentre mia sorella mi faceva ascoltare sino all’esaurimento Like a virgin di Madonna» dice ridendo mentre un giradischi continua a ripetere la canzone di Sia, Fire meet gasoline, nel cui video si vede Pascal al fianco di Heidi Klum in quella che è stata definita «una delle più sensuali sequenze dei videoclip». D’altronde inquadrarlo solo nel suo lavoro d’attore è limitativo: tra le altre cose, fa parte a New York di un gruppo teatrale ed è attivo anche come regista.
«Ho sempre avuto un progetto: esistere e non solo vivere, cercando un modo di esprimere le mie idee e inseguendo le mie passioni. La realtà individuale è fatta di tante tappe, crisi, sogni, conquiste, disfatte. E non dimentico mai che, come cileno, ho conosciuto e studiato le tragedie di un Paese, dalla colonizzazione spagnola alla dittatura e alla democrazia».
Quale era, e forse è, il suo primario obiettivo?Volevo una vita interessante ed emotiva. Desideravo conquistare il senso della bellezza in ogni cosa. Sono cresciuto sentendomi parte di un albero genealogico che non voleva barriere, confini, discriminazioni: da Santiago siamo finiti in Danimarca, poi a San Antonio in Texas, quindi a Orange County in California e a New York. Sognavo leggendo i fumetti di Flash Gordon, ascoltavo le canzoni di Iggy Pop, avevo paura guardando film come Lo squalo, vivevo avventure con Indiana Jones, divoravo libri e andavo sempre in piscina perché desideravo diventare un nuotatore professionista: quando a 11 anni divenni in Texas campione statale di nuoto, mi sentii al top del mondo. Allora non sapevo ancora che la vita avrebbe preso altre svolte…
Quando decise di diventare un attore?Mi piacevano tutti i film con Steve McQueen e Paul Newman e l’idea che lavorando in Paesi sempre diversi avrei conosciuto il mondo mi stimolava. Per me i viaggi significano rottura, cambiamento d’abitudini e ricerca di nuovi equilibri.
Tra i tanti luoghi in. cui è stato quali sceglierebbe?Camminare sulla Grande Muraglia per The great wall di Zhang Yimou è stato come trovarmi su un’altra galassia. Nel Sud dell’Italia, nelle isole della Sicilia come Lipari e Stromboli ho provato una simbiosi con la natura che mi è necessaria, anche se mi considero un uomo che ha sempre, o quasi, bisogno di sentirsi una metropoli intorno. New York resterà per sempre il mio habitat, ma un’altra delle città che prediligo è Madrid.
E cosa le piace fare nei momenti liberi?Quando ho tempo per me stesso ascolto spesso musica: viviamo in un continuo bombardamento di immagini e questo è il mio modo di smussare ogni violenza. Mi piacciono tanti compositori e band, da Erik Satie ai Gun N’ Roses, e il fare musica insieme per me è la vera democrazia.
Quale ricordo ha dei suoi inizi professionali?Allora, e ancora adesso, mi piaceva leggere, scrivere, creare storie, viaggiare con i personaggi più svariati tra realtà e fantasia. La recitazione come maniera di esprimermi è venuta dopo e via via è diventata il baricentro intorno al quale raggrumare tutte le esperienze nel mondo dello spettacolo e, in primis, delle mie giornate.
Deve molto a Il Trono di Spade. Perché, a suo parere, questa serie ha avuto e continua ad avere un successo globale?Perché parla di regni, battaglie, povertà, classi sociali, mescola il fantasy alla fantascienza e all’horror, in un misto di riferimenti al Medioevo e all’eterno realismo della politica, dei rapporti e degli scontri umani, tra draghi con gli occhi accesi e individui che hanno coraggio, paura, certezze e dubbi.
Che cosa vuole ancora dalla sua carriera?Incontri e stimoli da parte di personaggi quanto mai diversi tra loro. Ma desidero anche dialogare con il pubblico, che per me significa socialità, contatti autentici con le persone più disparate. Voglio eleganza nella mia vita e a questa parola oggi così abusata, io do il significato di generosità.
Come vive le rivalità con i suoi colleghi attori?Astraendomi, creando ovunque io sia una porzione di esistenza dove gli amici, le personeche scegli e che ami hanno un posto preciso e non si parla solo di noi stessi, dei nostri problemi, ma del mondo. Tuttavia da sempre ritengo che la competizione, così come l’ambizione, sia una molla indispensabile nella vita: la rivalità ci impone anzitutto di battere noi stessi e, in fondo, è anche per questo che sogniamo le nostre mete, andiamo avanti o torniamo indietro e ci proiettiamo verso qualche miraggio. Se oggi che è all’apice del successo dovesse scrivere la sua epigrafe quale sarebbe? «Prendi in mano il tuo banjo e vai a suonare» perchè nella vita è importante fare quello che davvero vuoi e non diventare ricco e famoso.
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ID: a screenshot from a Uquiz where the instructions say to “Pick One: Cowboys, Dads, Sluts.” End ID.
#pedro pascal#agent whiskey#joel miller#din djarin#oberyn martell#javier peña#sorry to use the image again its so funny
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I love that a practically half-defrosted, feverish 60 years old man can emerge from a coma purely because his baby girl is under threat, and just... follow up with whatever deranged shit that was...
That’s hot.
#tlou#the last of us#joel miller#can you imaging losing the apocalypse to a 60 year old half dead freshly defrosted man#like man#you survived the fungi and the not so fun guys just to lose it to a rabid senior citizen that moves like a serial killer version of batman?!#pedro pascal#hot shit#this show and game is and was something
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happy tlou day !!
#the last of us#tlou hbo#joel miller#ellie williams#quickly drew this while i wait for dinner so me and my family can watch the first ep :-)#pedro pascal#bella ramsey#referenced from that one image of these two... u know the one HAJGKHVJAGJ#pn.art
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(Tiny cw- nonsexual nudity) Context: i headcanon all timelords are intersex and ten got human dysphoria from being on earth so long
#he only starts using actual transtape when rose sees his dreaded ace bandage situation#shes like “ill buy you some kt tape” and she does and gives it to him#he looks up how to use it for his intended purpose#and with like 2007 internet there isnt too much#so he sees one before and after image and is like “okay i know how to put this on”#hes happy and rose can tell but one day he offhandedly says#like its nothing#“i hope the bleeding-through-the-tape thing stops with time”#and she's like “what the fuck”#shes like “its not supposed to do that”#and he has a steady progression like that one pedro pascal gif from laughing to crying#so now shes doing lots of research and making sure he binds healthily#lovebirds#tenrose#doctor who#timepetals#timepetalsfanart#rosetyler#doctor who fanart#tenth doctor#trans tenth doctor#doctor who headcanon#nonsexual nudity#nonsexual intimacy#otter-not an art tag 🙄 definently
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#was possessed to make a meme after seeing this image#thank you to annie for sending me the pic#pedro pascal#chloe’s ramblings
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Pairings: pre-outbreak Joel Miller x fem!reader
Word Count: 2883 (✨Including Bonus Scene✨)
Summary: You loved days like this. Days sitting on his couch in the dark living room of your neighbour’s house. Yes, that's right, you were spending your Saturday afternoons on your neighbour’s couch on a rainy day. But the term neighbour might be a little insensitive after all he was more than any other neighbour you have ever had.
Warnings: implied NSFW, cheesy cowboy books, Tommy being a little shit, eating; cookies and popcorn, mentions of shirtless Joel, swearing, FlirtyJoel™️, use of Y/N unfortunately, low-key cowboy kink, most likely writing errors leave meh alone :') (lemme know if there are any more <3)
You loved days like this. Days sitting on the couch in the dark living room of your neighbour’s house. Yes, that's right, you were spending your Saturday afternoons on your neighbour’s couch on a rainy day. But the term neighbour might be a little insensitive after all he was more than any other neighbour you have ever had.
Since you moved in next door, you and Joel have become very close and spend a lot of time together. You hate to be cliché, but you have grown especially fond of him, more than neighbours should, or even more the friends should. Yep, that's right you had a huge fat crush on the boy next door. But the boy next door wasn't actually a boy, in fact he was a man, a very single man that just so happened to be a loving father, and as you have recently found out, someone very cozy to share a blanket with.
You and Joel’s friendship was interesting to say the least. You two were flirty, very flirty, but you both knew the line and tiptoed on the edge; never dare crossing it. Being close with Joel was just easy, you knew what one another needed.
For example, crying at his front door, face smothered in his shoulder after a hard day. You knew he’d be there. No questions asked but the silence was loud enough. Comforting in a way.
He has made it very clear you were welcome over any time but Sarah on the other hand, uses a tactic you like to call broad-line trickery. You really couldn't say no to her puppy dog eyes when she begged you to stay over for movie night.
“C'mon Y/N! Dad doesn't cook the popcorn like you do!” she pleaded, knowing full well you and Joel made the popcorn the exact same way.
“Well if you insist,” you playfully rolled your eyes and making eye contact with Joel, acting as if it were a chore to be around the adorable curly hair girl and her absolute DILF of a dad.
Joel scoffed and rolled his eyes back as he chucked Sarah’s bedding on the couch that she insisted on having to make a blanket fort with.
“Only if you're Dad says it okay though.” You say again with a smile on your face. Sarah exclaimed in joy.
“Okay with it? Pft! Dad would make you move in if you'd let him” Sarah made sly eyes at Joel as his eyes widened before he threw a pillow at his daughter.
“Okay, that's enough! If you want Y/N to stay you better go get more blankets and pillow, hurry up or the pizzas gonna come and you’re not gonna get any…” Joel teased as he picked up the home phone from the coffee table. Sarah ran upstairs with loud thumps you and Joel chuckled quietly.
“Move in huh?” You battered your eyes.
“You shush girl, or no pizza for you either” he narrows his eyes at you.
So yes, you loved sitting on his couch on a cold rainy day more than anything. You two didn't even need to talk really, simply sitting on the couch with your legs laid on top of his lap as you read a book, his thumb gently rubbing your ankle where your sweatpants and socks don't exactly meet as he watches whatever is on the tv on a quiet volume.
Some would think you’re a couple, which in all honestly would make sense, but nope. Neither of you says anything for fear of ruining the comfortable abode you’ve made yourself. So, sitting here will have to do for now.
“When is Sarah gonna be back?” You asked glancing up from your cheesy cowboy novel.
“Why? My company not enough?” he pretended to be offended and you giggled and shook your head as your eyes rolled, “she’s gettin’ dropped off at Tommy’s tonight, she wanted to have a slumber party with her uncle apparently. Gon’ get him to tell her all bout’ his date on Tuesday” he deadpanned. You chuckled slightly at the thought of Tommy and Sarah having a ‘slumber party’, you can imagine it now, Sarah braiding his hair as he rants and swoons about the pretty girl he just went on a date with. “He better keep it PG, don’t want Sarah coming home tellin’ me all about how Uncle Tommy just got laid” he said, which only made you laugh louder, head thrown back against the arm rest of the couch.
“Now that would be hilarious” you said as you stood up from the couch, throwing the fluffy blanket and book onto the couch next to Joel as you walked to the kitchen.
“Yeah,” you heard him scoff from the living room as you got a bag of popcorn out of the cabinet. “For you. I’ll be the one that has to give Sarah the talk unless you wanna give it a go Darlin'” He laughed loudly at the thought.
“I’ll leave it to you, thanks” you say sheepishly as you pressed the buttons on the microwave, then grabbing a cookie from the jar above the microwave, which are surprisingly still here. Joel and Tommy love the cookies that you and Sarah make, they never usually last a week.
A few seconds past with nothing but the sound of the popcorn popping, the TV on low volume and the heavy rain hitting the windows and roof outside. It was peaceful.
“His hands were rough, just like she imagined. Real hard-working hands must be from all horse riding and heavy lifting he’s been doing she thought to herself. Those same hands now moved down her body slowly,” You heard Joel say from the living room.
‘What in the world is he on abo-’
Your book. He’s reading your book.
“What’s a pretty lady like you doing not getting touched the way she shoul-” he continued.
“JOEL NO! PUT IT DOW-” you ran into the living room diving onto the couch scrambling to get the book from his grasp. His laughter boomed loudly as he held the book out of her reach.
“Is this what you've been readin’ all this time sweetheart? Paper porn?” Joel laughs loudly as you’re still trying to reach the book, climbing all over him in the hopes of getting it back.
“Joel! give it back, it’s not what it looks like!” you said smacking his chest with a bright red face.
“Oh baby, I think it’s exactly what it looks like, see the page was even dog eared,” his laugh only getting louder as you straddle his lap, pulling at his arm that’s in the air with the book.
“No fair Joel, give it back!” you whine as he laughs slow down.
“Alright Alright girl, calm down,” his hand comes up to grab at your wrist that’s trying to get the book. You glare at him crossing your arms with your hand, that Joel was holding, out waiting the return of your precious book. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, here’s ya porn-” you jab the side of his ribs “OW! - okay okay here’s your…literature” he said finally handing the book to you as you snatch it out of his grasp, holding it tightly against you, the glare remaining.
“Cowboys really do it for you?” Joel askes curiously.
“Shut up, didn’t your Momma ever teach you not to touch what isn't yours? Or did you just not listen, hm?” You said pulling his ear gently to add emphasise to your words. Joel grabbed at your wrist again.
“Oh no Darlin, don’t worry I listen real well.” he said smirking as your face burned.
“Dick.” you scoffed, slapping his shoulder with the book before getting off of Joel, trying to ignore the fact you realised you were sitting on him a few seconds ago. Joel just laughed.
“Yeah Yeah, now would you be an angel go get the popcorn for your handsome rugged cowboy?” Joel said reaching for the TV remote nonchalantly.
“Ughh, I hate you” you whine throwing a pillow at his head as you walk back to the kitchen placing the book on the counter, away from Joel, and emptied the popcorn from the microwave into a bowl.
“Where's the book?” Joel asked as you sat back down on the couch, your legs bent with your cold feet under his thigh in hopes of some warmth, bowl of buttery popcorn in hand.
“I’m going to burn it.” You say dead serious as you tug the blanket back over you, Joel shuffling under as well, munching on handful of popcorn.
“What?!” He groaned “I was really getting into it” He continued, smirking as you glared at him again.
“I’ll buy you one for your birthday.” you say still serious as you smack his arm coming to pinch at your chin affectionately.
“Na, why would you do that when we can just read it together, huh? Go on off you go, get the book” he said throwing his arm on the backrest of the couch and shooing you away with his other hand.
Bright red covers you from you neck to the tip of your ears at the thought of reading a dirty book with Joel. With him.
“Absolutely not. There is no way in hell I’m reading that book near you ever again, let alone with you!” You said throwing a piece of popcorn at him. Joel laughs.
“Don't let me ruin it for you, I’m sure you were really into it. Up to the best part of it as well” Joel replies, chuckling as you shove your face into the pillow you grabbed from behind you, groaning loudly.
“You’re such an idiot, I’m never making cookies for you again!” you threaten as your face is still shoved in the pillow.
Joel grabbed behind you knees and pulled you closer to him, so your legs laid over his lap completely, you squealed into the pillow. He put his hands on your waist where your his hoodie had rod up and started to tickle, your head shot out from the pillow and screeched bloody murder as you tried to wiggle from his gasp.
“Don’t be so mean to your cowboy, he loves eating his girls’ cookies!” he said as he continued the assault.
“Joel stop!” you squealed again between words as he just kept pulling you closer every time you managed to crawl away. “Let me go!!” you're screams began mixing with uncontrollable laughter.
“Na-uh girly, you’re not going anywhere. I will not hesitate to lasso you up!” Joel kept the cowboy joke going because he loved the reaction it got out of you. And this, for one was definitely a reaction.
You laughed harder, the joke now becoming more funny than embarrassing. Still embarrassing of course but funny too now.
“Pl-please! I-I can’t!” you screamed as tears welled at the corner of your eyes from the laughter. Joel was laughing loudly as well, showing dimple on his right cheek that you loved so much.
His fingers finally stopped moving and your laughing slowed down, you opened your eyes to Joel’s shit eating grin pasted all over his face. He was sitting on his heels now, facing you, between your thighs as your legs were over his thighs and down by his sides. His hands on the couch, either side of your hips to hold himself up.
You’re smile hurt your cheeks and the tears from laughter rolled down the side of your face. Joel was quick to wipe them away with his thumb.
“Fine I’ll make more cookies.” you say quietly, like a whisper for only him to hear.
“Promise?” Joel whispered back as his smile went gentle.
“Promise.”
The words felt like they had more meaning than they lead on. Like it wasn’t about cookies, or cowboys. Like you were promising something more than his favourite home baked goods. And it felt okay. You didn't know what it was at the moment but whatever it was, it felt okay.
“Good.” Joel concluded. “Can’t live without em’” he said as his thumb gently touched your waist again.
“Me either” you giggled.
This definitely wasn't about cookies or cowboys.
✨Bonus scene✨
WC: 846
“Yes, the bear with the blue ribbon, I got it! Just stay in the car, won’t be long girly!” Tommy called out to the car as he walked into the kitchen from the back door.
“Hi Tommy, whacha doin?” you asked him as you stood at the stove pulling out another tray of cookies, as Joel ate the rest.
“Hiya sweets, just picking up a few things for Sarah she forgot. Apparently, she can’t live without em’ for even a day,” he said as he looked around the kitchen “where is Joel at?”
“Oh, he’s in the shower, shouldn't be too long” you said as you took the oven mites off your hands, chucking them on the bench next to the stove.
“You guys been behaving?” Tommy smirked as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. You rolled your eyes at him and ignored the blush on your cheeks.
“We always do” you smiled at him with a warning eye, that if he were to ask again you would hit him with a wooden spoon. He got the idea.
“Hey Darlin’ do you have my shir-” Joel said as walked into the kitchen as soon as he saw Tommy he huffed and leaned against the counter.
Oh, you forgot to mention, shirtless as well. Since you were indeed wearing his shirt. Why you ask? Don’t.
“What are you doing here?” Joel asked Tommy bluntly.
“Hello to you too brother,” Tommy said smiling slyly at the sight of you wearing said shirt, Joel not wearing said shirt and…wait what’s that, a book on the counter? “Just picking up some stuff for Sarah, the girl really needs a bear with a blue ribbon apparently”.
“Armchair in the Living room on the right” you said as you walked into the laundry room near the kitchen, grabbing Joel a new shirt.
“Thanks” Tommy said as he walks closer to the counter with the book. Joel is so distracted to by the cookies that just came out of the oven, attempting to make it look like he’s not drooling as he stood near the stove top with the tray on top, that he doesn’t even notice Tommy looking at the book.
“’Save a horse, Ride a cowboy’?” Tommy read the cheesy book cover out loud as he picked it up.
You rushed back into the kitchen throwing the new shirt at Joel’s face as he wiped around from the stove top to get to Tommy as well.
“NO!” You both said in unison. Somehow Joel got there first and snatched the book out of his brothers’ hands. Tommy was extremely confused, it took a bit for the book title and the reaction of you both to process, but when it did, and he knew what the book was most likely about a huge smirk smeared disgustingly over his face.
“A cowboy book?” Tommy said as Joel and your faces went red. Joel fiddling with the cover of the pages.
“It’s Joel’s!” you said quickly. Joels eyes instantly went wide as he panned his head towards you. His grip on the book tightens. Tommy looked between the both of you.
“No, it’s not! Y/N, its hers she loves cowboys!!” Joel shouted whipping his head to Tommy as if he was a kid caught stealing candy. He swung his head back over to you with eyebrows furrowed and jaw swingling open. “How DARE you.” He emphasized the word dare.
“Joel it’s okay, your allowed to like what you like. Nothing to be ashamed off.” You smirked at him as you (fake) empathetically patted his shoulder. See how he likes it.
“Okayyyy…. Well, I’ll leave you to cookie making” he pointed to you, “And I’ll leave you, dear brother, to cowboy readin’” tommy said patting the shoulder of Joel. You kept in the snort of laughter as Joel once again snapped his head to his brother, glaring firmly at the younger man. Tommy nods at the both of you and walked backwards to the Livingroom to finally get the bear Sarah wanted.
“You little shit.” Joel said looking over to your sheepish smile. His eye twitched as you shrugged your shoulder and giggled guiltily.
“What? You did say you loved the book…” you said, still smiling, as you picked up the shirt you threw at Joel in the struggle and dusted it off before handing it to him with both hands.
Joel snatched the shirt and tossed the book back onto the counter, aggressively pulled the shirt over his head.
“Tommy, did you find the bear?” Joel asked keeping his glare on you.
“Uh… Yep! found it right he-” Tommy said from the Livingroom.
“Great. Get out.” Joel said firmly. Tommy got the hint and began pacing for the backdoor again.
“No! Tommy please don’t leave, here have a cooki-”
“Bye Y/N!! Goodluck!” He said as the door closed behind him. Your eyes went back to Joel’s which had yet to stop staring. Joel waited until he hears Tommy’s truck drive away.
‘Those cookies better be the best damn things I’ve ever eaten. Or you’re screwed.”
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Pedro Pascal as Jack “Agent Whiskey” Daniels in Kingsman: The Golden Circle (2017)
#pedro pascal#cw flashing#flashing images#flashing gif#agent whiskey#jack daniels#kingsman the golden circle
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ASK HIM ABOUT THE SHOW YOU DICKS
YOU LOT ARE EMBARRASSING-
EDIT: TAKE A LOOK AT THIS POST!!! This is fuckin amazing and this is what i wanna be seeing!
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something i notice and appreciate about pedro pascal: he looks like an actual human man most of the time. like, obviously he is extremely good-looking, but if you saw him on the street you’d say “that dude is real cute” not “that guy has been engineered in a lab to star in movies.”
that is, until you get the professional photoshoots, where there’s all the posing and makeup and lighting and post-processing and then he looks just otherwordly-masculine-perfection. and i’m not minimizing the fact it takes effort and training on the part of both model and photographer to pull that off.
but the contrast is illuminating, to the point where i’ve seen fan posts of him walking down the street next to him in gq or whatever, and the commentary is can you believe this is the same guy? get you a man who can do both, etc.
and the reason i think this is a good thing is that men in modeling or celebrity photoshoot gigs get just as much airbrushing and angles and shapewear as women do. but while there’s been a whole lot of discourse on how much work it takes to make starlets look like they do in magazines and how that’s not representative of reality, there has not been nearly the same level of awareness about men’s bodies and how they’re portrayed.
so i hope men are paying attention to pascal right now, and how he looks like a handsome goofball that you could smoke weed and play mario kart with in one photo and the guy your girl would leave you for in a heartbeat the next. i would love it if his fame ends up driving home how much the aesthetic goals men are sold are art and artifice (which is not say it doesn’t take talent!)
i hope his popularity encourages men to learn their angles and try new clothes that make them feel powerful in their own skin. i hope it prompts them to book boudoir photoshoots to give their partners and confidently roll their sleeves up their forearms. and i also hope it shows them that kind of attractiveness is a thing you can learn to do if you want but you should never feel bad for not waking up looking like a photoshoot.
inside each of us there is a pedrito on his way to the gym and a pedrito halfway fucking a bed in tall leather boots for esquire. dudes, you get to pick which you want to be at any given time, and no one - least of all the media, an industry that makes its money by selling you insecurity - gets to make you feel bad about it.
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I hate the whole English farming culture but something about an American cowboy butch who drives a pickup truck and wears strong boots and has big muscles... uh what was I talking about again?
#and also okay i hate smoking in general but watching a butch smoke is very very sexy to me#i like the image i just can't stand the smell#wait#cowboy butch drinking whisky??? yes pls#in my head pedro pascal in kingsman is butch#rants n rambles
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TENDER
A new Joel Miller x female!OC story!
Summery: Unfortunate events lead to the meeting between you and Joel Miller, but the spark between you both ignited a fire.
When Joel becomes worried he can’t give you what you deserve you both do and say things you’ll eventually regret- one In particular incident leaves you with intense guilt and loneliness. You decide to strike up a deal with Marlene. You would bring that kid to where she needed to go as long as you could get information on Tommy, to secretly give to Joel. You hoped that would lead him to forgive you, and your disappearance wouldn’t be for nothing. Life had other plans, as you’re now bringing Ellie to the fireflies with Joel as your companion. After all, there was hope that your fragile and broken relationship might just be able to be fixed?
Enjoy! I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments ❤️
You’re transfixed with the dancing flames, lost in your own thoughts. Joel knew that you were trying to suppress the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes. Tess was gone.
He wanted to stand, walk over to you as he watched you hugging your knees close to your chest. He yearned to pull you to his warm embrace, whispering promises you that he would protect you. Except he knew that he couldn’t do that because you were both strangers now. He was the last person who knew how to protect anyone he loved. He had learned that from experience. He cursed himself when he let his guard down the first time he met you.
“You got a lot of freckles.”
You were so close to his face, and other than an occasional wince, his eyes were now studying your face as you worked.
His observation caught you off guard, and you suddenly felt a wash of embarrassment run through you. You had always been self conscious of your freckles- inherited down to you from your father. The two of you were the only ones with an array of thick brown dots scattered about your face.
He must have sensed your discomfort, “My Momma, she used to tell me girls with freckles were kissed by angels.”
“Oh is that so?”
“Yes ma’am, and if you were kissed by angels you bring good luck.” His eyes landed on the ceiling, prepping for another ping of the needle, but you were already done. You watched him for a moment. His skin tanned from the sun, and his dark eyes full of mystery. You were anything but lucky, but you were thankful for the one thing that had made your junior high years relentless torture had made this man feel something good for a moment.
“I.. I flinched,” He suddenly spoke, his chest rising and falling as he took a deep breath.
“You don’t need to explain yourself, but for what its worth I’m happy you did.”
He hummed a response and closed his eyes when your needle dug into his head.
“Just be happy it’s not Tess doing this. You’d look like Frankenstein when she was finished with ya.”
Clearing your throat from your own emotions, you patted his shoulder, letting him know he can raise from his lying position on the couch. For a few seconds there was complete silence between the two of you. His eyes landed on your lips you felt your face flush red.
“Thanks…Freckles.” He whispered before slowly getting into a sitting position on the couch. He winced as he adjusted to the feeling of the stitches.
He remembered that day to the very last detail of every second of the day. It was on one had the very lowest he had ever been. Entering the QZ, meeting Tess, getting into smuggling. All after the shit he had been through to get to Boston and he was still traveling down the darkest path. He remembers the way the barrel of his gun looked. It was etched in his mine because he thought it would be the last thing he would ever see before the permanent darkness took over.
But he had flinched, and then he saw you. The way your eyebrows turned down in concern as you approached him. Your white tank top, showing your sunburnt skin and the way a little sweat beaded at your collar bones from being in the stale heat of his apartment.
Now, so many years later you still had those perfect freckles. The ones that he would memorize as you slept next to him in his twin bed after you had sneaked out after the Zone’s curfew. He could have sworn that those freckles made out the Cassiopeia constellation across your right cheek. It would only make sense, because you were so full of love, yet you fucked him like a comet- otherworldly, and always gone too fast.
“I’ll take first watch,” Joel spoke out in the darkness across from his two female travel companions.
Ellie grumbled, already half asleep as she snuggled into her sleeping back and facing away from the fire.
The silence between you became louder than the crackling wood and distant cricket songs in the night as Ellie fell into a deep sleep.
You started to get up from the ground, avoiding his eyes.
“Where you think you’re goin?” Joel questioned, that yearning to warm you up against his chest rising inside of him again as you tugged your jacket closer to your body.
“I know you’re not my biggest fan, Joel. I’m… I was trying to make things right.”
His breath hitched, and that burning feeling that had been overcoming his chest was starting to creep up as you finally made eye contact. He was frozen. It wasn’t from fear, or anger. He was frozen from guilt.
“Just please…” A tear escaped her eye, and if the back of her hand hadn’t swiped it away so fast he wouldn’t have even noticed at first. “Please don’t be a dick to me in front of the kid.”
The burn was like fire now, sitting in his ribcage. He pressed his lips together looking over at Ellie and nodded slowly.
You walked over to the pile of all of your gear. You reached in your black backpack and pulled out a thick flannel, retreating quietly back over to Ellie who curled up in the fetal position. You laid the thick jacket over the young girl and her sleeping bag before getting into your make shift bed, “Night Miller, wake me when its my shift.”
But Joel kept his eyes on Ellie, his old Flannel he had left at your place in the QZ now dropped over her.
Maybe not all hope was lost.
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"You think you're all cool and mysterious but we both know if you removed your helmet you'd have no idea how to maintain eye contact."
He'd only been awake for ten minutes, and already you were having your morning rant.
Grogu followed you back and forth his ears wiggling as he mimicked your movements.
Djarin watched.
"I keep being told to 'control my face' whenever someone says something stupid, but I know, I know, you have no room to talk. You stand there with your hip propped, your armor all shiny, that helmet tipped to the side. You could be asleep! I know you've been asleep! Are you asleep now? Are you? It's early still."
Today is going to be one of those days.
Djarin held back a sigh, leaned down to pick up Grogu, "Morning to you too."
A withering look, "I've been awake for hours."
"Of course." He'd grown accustomed to you coming and going every few months.
Welcomed the times you could stay and thanked you profusely when you'd watch his homestead when they couldn't return for days.
Right now he's contemplating if he should have let Karga introduce the two of you.
"I had another dream."
That was something he'd never grow used to.
Grogu taught him what the force was. He'd seen the beauty of it — watched it be used to heal and save people as well as allow his son to reach the snacks he shouldn't be eating.
The force was the strongest hold the galaxy had and who could wield it — they were attuned to a way of life no other could understand.
Even with that knowledge he'd never knew there could be other — abilities.
Until you.
Until Karga called him to the main city and asked him to help protect you.
The dreams were a gift.
A gift that cost you pieces of your mind.
(That's what he believes anyway.)
"What kind of dream?"
Grogu settled in his chair, large eyes following Djarin as he put together a small breakfast for the youngling. He sat a bowl of broth in front of him, holding the spoon until Grogu grabbed it with a cooing frown.
"We talked about you trying." He pouted more but took the spoon.
"I saw a man."
"Ooo-ap." Grogu cooed again, reaching for the bowl of broth with his spoon waving towards it.
Djarin pushed the bowl closer, "A man?"
"He moved through many room. His person ever changing — a prince, a monster, a father, a villan — a man choked by smoke. He walked from face to face until they all blended together."
You once dreamt that a Fosibird would take flight over Nevarro — Fosibirds were extinct. Djarin assumed you'd exaggerated your dream and rolled your words off his shoulder.
The following week, a merchant purchased a Fosibird egg in attempts to create a statue of it, and as it laid in the hearth, the creature came to life.
He'd become weary of your dreams after that.
Learned what was prophetic and what was vivid telling of other people's lives.
Grogu finished his broth, the spoon still waving, while liquid dripped from his mouth.
Djarin felt his lips flatten out in an attempt at holding back laughter.
You used a cloth to wipe at his mouth and Grogu gurgled in response.
"What did you get from the dream?"
That had you standing still.
He'd once describe your eyes as a galaxy of their own. Far far away from where the rest of them stood.
Bo-Katan had rolled her eyes but he hadn't been attempting to flatter you. He'd been truthful about his thoughts.
"I dreamt it was you."
Grogu stopped waving the spoon and looked between the both of you.
"Of me?"
"Yes."
"Is that why you were mumbling about my facial expressions?"
A little frown furrowed your brow, "Yes. You have very expressive eyes — they tell a story."
"You don't know what my eyes look like."
For a moment he felt like that was a lie.
"Din Djarin," You took the spoon from Grogu and moved the bowl towards the sink, "I've never seen your face but I've seen you. Expressive eyes."
Djarin shook his head, "What if I don't have eyes?"
"I'm crazy not stupid. Oh, he threw up."
Grogu's mouth was covered in yellow colored spittle.
Djarin cursed rose and lifted his son from his chair to carry him to the sink, "You ate before breakfast didn't you?"
His large eyes darted to you and you shrugged, "I told you. I'd been up for hours."
Maybe you were right about his facial expressions. He knew if he didn't have his helmet on the look he was giving, he could kill with it.
The smile you gave him could bring others back to life.
Pedro Masterlist
Galaxy Eyes Masterlist
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POV: You see Din in just his flight suit for the first time and he’s like “tada” 🕺🏽🫣
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Din Djarin x Reader
My Fandom Master List for Din Stories and more!
A/N: SPOILERS FOR MANDALORIAN SEASON 3! I loved the first episodes so decided to make a little fanfic over Episode One!
Warnings: IMPLIED SMUT, MENTIONS OF SMUT, and angst
Summary: On Nevarro Greef Karga offers (Y/n) and Din a working position and a nice home to become a 'family'. However they both want different things.
"A Home"
Don't you know I'm no good for you?
I've learned to lose you, can't afford to
Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin'
But nothin' ever stops you leavin'
Quiet when I'm comin' home and I'm on my own
I could lie, say I like it like that..
"His name is Grogu." (Y/n) (L/n) and Din Djarin replied in sync.
"If you say so. Now come I want to show you something." High Magistrate Greef Karga waved their corrections and ventured back into his office. He walled around his desk and with one quick hand motion a hologram appears depicting a map of his town.
"There is a beautiful parcel right here down by the flats." Greef points to the sector which lights up correspondingly. (Y/n) eyes carefully evaluated the sector. A perfect home they could make. Nevarro's economy is accelerating beyond what (Y/n) would have imagined. Not only this but they are independent of the New Republic. This area would be for raising their child. It was obviously to Greef that (Y/n) liked the appeal of settling down. However before she could answer Din voiced his wants, as always.
"I appreciate the offer," Din shook his head ," But We have some matters to look after." At this Greef's eyebrows knit.
"I am confused...I thought you both completed your mission but here you are running around with the same little critter." He glanced towards Grogu. The child meanwhile enjoyed his new discovery, the office chair, using his force abilities to spin himself.
"It's more complicated. We completed our quest but a year later Grogu returned to us." Din sighed stopping the chair. Grogu made a noise of protest, "I removed my helmet and now I'm an apostate." He finished. (Y/n) glanced down at the map once more.
Their relationship had been complicated. She had accompanied Din and Grogu since day one. It had been the two, a clan of three, traveling the galaxy in search of a Jedi master. Over this period feelings are bound to form. Many assumed they were a couple and Grogu is their adopted son. That is not far from the truth. While both are quite aware of their feelings neither has yet made a move to become 'official' She remembered vividly the day he removed his helmet, the day they lost Grogu, and they day he finally took her in the bed. To feel him move inside of her. Their lips hunger, deprived and starved. That had been their first and only time in sexual intercourse. After that, it was simple hand-holding, cuddling, and he did not remove his helmet since. But they talked about a future, a family, so when Grogu returned on Tatooine (Y/n) figured this was the galaxy's way of telling her the time is now. Plus Greef is handing them an elegant home for free?!
"Which is all the more reason for you both to stay here. Where you are from, Din, you are an apostate. But here you would be landed gentry." Greef argued. "You two could be stable and this little guy can grow up here. Go to school and be a normal kid."
"It's worth a look." (Y/n) adds Din tilted his head in her direction. "We should go check out the place." If She could see Din's face he would look at (Y/n) in disbelief. How could she be saying this?! Out of all people, (Y/n) would be the only one to understand him. Din is extremely vocal about his want to atone for the crime of removing his helmet.
"No," Din replied voice low and unwavering. The bounty hunters both started at each other in silence unwilling to break. That is one thing Greef knew about them both, too damn stubborn. It felt like hours had passed since Din spoke.
"I-I didn't mean to cause a couples fight." He stutters out.
"We aren't a couple!" (Y/n) and Din both quickly answered. Grogu looked up from his chair with a hand full of red candies.
"I am going with Grogu to look at the parcel. Your beskar ass is more than happy to stay here." (Y/n) replies and shoulder checks Din before picking Grogu up. She turned to Greef who instantly gave her the directions mainly out of fear.
"I said no." Din orders quickly following her out.
"You don't own me!" She yelled on the verge of crying.
"I don't care!" He grabbed her arm pulling her back into his chest. "I want you to marry me. Belong to me and only me!" Din said into her ear. (Y/n) shivers at the idea of being married to Din, being (Y/n) Djarin, raising Grogu, and having his children.
"Then I want this! I need a home. I want a family. I need stability, Din!" She yelled.
"I will give you that but my creed matters!"
"Matters more than me?! More than Grogu?!" (Y/n) growled causing the child to whimper
"Don't bring him into this." Din warned her.
"Why not? You removed your helmet for him. As a sign of your love. Then you know what we did after." (Y/n) suggested in a way Grogu wouldn't know. "But after that nothing. I waited far too long for you finally to admit you want to be with me. I won't marry you. Din, I understand that you feel you have to do this because they took you in and saved you. Made you a Mandalorian. But I figured being with me, with Grogu, and starting a family would mean more. But I guess I was wrong." Din kept silent and slowly let's his grip go.
"I love you. Please don't do this." He begged.
"Do what?! As for a life? For a family! I want this for us Din! I love the Galaxy and traveling but I need a home."
"You and Grogu are my home." Din cups her cheek but (Y/n) pulls away.
"This , us, whatever this is. I'm done." She turned away letting the tears fall leaving him standing there defeated.
Don't you know too much already?
I'll only hurt you if you let me
Call me friend but keep me closer (call me back)
And I'll call you when *my missions* over
It has been a week since they argued. She did not see a trace of Din. Greef on the hand talked about how Din is a complete mess. The man has not left Nevarro's local pub until they kicked him out at the end of the night. (Y/n) tried to be happy living here but without Din to hold her at night...she could not sleep. How selfish was she!? Din loved her and wanted to get married...But their stubbornness got the better of them.
"He needs you." Greef sat down in the dining room chair. Currently, Grogu sat in the highchair as you feed him. "I never would have mentioned it...If I knew it would cause problems."
"No, you did nothing wrong. I felt this way...After Grogu left. Din and I want the same thing but in different ways." Grogu whimpers at his dad's name. "We traveled with Grogu all that time. It wasn't until we left that he finally admitted how he felt. Din removed his helmet and...he was an apostate. They took him in after losing his home. Din almost died but these Mandalorians saved him. He feels dedicated to them but I...I need stability now." (Y/n) frowns.
"I offered him a nice hotel. Din refused. He is located here." Greef gave her an address. "Din is in a cheap motel. Let me have the baby. He needs time with Uncle Greef." The man beems and Grogu squeals knowing he could get away with anything being with Greef.
"Fine. Mind your manners Grogu or else you will be in trouble." (Y/n) tone is motherly she crossed her arms giving the baby a look.
But nothin' is better sometimes
Once we've both said our goodbyes
Let's just let it go
Let me let you go
A knock came on the door and Din quickly opened the door. (Y/n) is caught off guard being met with a pair of soft brown eyes. "Please don't leave me." Din's unfiltered voice almost cause her to fall to her knees and beg his forgiveness. "Please I love you too much." He whispered pulling (Y/n) into a passion-filled kiss. The female melts and becomes putty in his strong arms. She pushed him back and quickly shuts the door. Din groaned feeling her body pressed against his.
"I won't leave you, Din." She responds.
"Let me...try and atone. If I can't then I'll come back here with you and Grogu. We will make a life." He whispered and (Y/n).
"Take me..." She begged. That is all Din needed to hear before making love to her all day long.
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and i'm supposed to go about my day like this doesn't exist???????????
#pedro pascal#he's a menace to my vagina#it pains me we don't have a closer and clearer image of this#the dick was probably too heavy that day#would've made more sense in playgirl#ozzie rambles
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