#mh: pascal

[fortuneaspiration]

[pedropascalunofficial]

Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un

Shuhada' Sadaqat

Thank you mh_creatives for the artwork. It's beautiful.

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[galactic-basic]

benophie girlies (gn) we won

[talaok]

I don't know if you're taking requests but I'd like to make one if that's ok for you, one where Pedro was the reader's first man, in the sexual sense, and the second time they're going to do it (maybe in the shower please?😁) he is still careful and respectful, asking if everything is ok, if she feels good, very cute with the reader... that's so him

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

Warnings: allusion to smut and virginity loss

It took a lot of courage for you to admit it.

A woman of your age who hadn't lost her virginity yet wasn't something you saw every day, and you felt... well frankly you were a little ashamed of it.

It's not like men hadn't tried, You'd had boyfriends, and you had your fair share of fun, but there was always something stopping you the moment things started... heating up.

The truth was that if you were gonna have sex, you wanted it to be with the right person, a person you fully trusted and who you knew would take care of you, which, unfortunately for you, turned out to be very hard to find.

Until now, that was.

You knew Pedro was the right one the moment you met him. And I don't only mean about the sex, no, he was the right one, the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

So naturally, at one point you had to confess your "inexperience" to him, and although you knew he was gonna be nice about it, you didn't expect him to be that nice.

He had been incredibly kind and supportive, promising you over and over that there was nothing wrong with it and that he didn't mind having to wait, because as he put it He'd wait his whole life if that's what you wanted

So then a few weeks later, when you finally told him you were ready, he had made love to you like you had imagined your whole life your first time would be, filled with kisses and sweet nothings, and of course, love.

And now... well now that you had gotten a taste of it, you had found out you liked it, a lot.

It was only the morning after, but you were in the shower together, and his lips were so soft against your own, and the water was so warm, and his body felt so good against your own as he helped you wash away the evidence of last night's activities...

"Baby" you murmured, your breathing heavier already

"Yeah sweetheart?" he asked, kissing your neck.

"I think-" you bit your lip, kind of anxious to end the sentence

"What?" 

"I think I wanna do it again"

He arched a brow in surprise.

"You sure?"

"mh-mh" you nodded

"you know angel, if you're saying that just cause you think I want to-"

"no" you stopped him "No baby, I- I really want to do it" 

"oh" he couldn't help but smile a little as his thumb started stroking your cheek "Then let's get you to bed" 

"Can't we..." you wondered aloud, "can't we do it here?"

"In the shower?"

"Yeah"

"You sure sweetheart? I don't want you to be uncomfortable"

"I wanna try"

"Yeah?" he smiled, his big brown eyes boring into yours to try and find any trace of uncertainty, and coming up empty.

"mh-mh" you nodded

"All right then" he smirked "Whatever my pretty lady wants" 

He kissed you sweetly then, backing you up against the wall behind you, and your heartbeat was already racing.

"ok" he breathed, looking at you like you were the most precious thing on this earth "So like last time I want you to tell me everything Ok? If something doesn't feel good, you tell me, if you're starting to get uncomfortable, you tell me, if you changed your mind and don't wanna do this anymore, you tell me." he spoke "I want you to enjoy this, alright?"

"yes" you nodded

"Good" he smiled "Now c'mere"

[tia-amorosa]

Episode 15: Temperamental Lazlo

The conversation with Pollination was pleasant and promising. After the conversation was over and everyone's working hours were coming to an end, she went back upstairs. After a while, the sterile atmosphere in the lab felt a little stifling. Then she bumped into Lazlo again. “You seem to have the least to do here, don't you?"/ ‘Oh well, some days I only have real work in the early evening until late at night’/ ‘because of the ghosts?’.

“Yes, and the place is teeming with them. The town has actually been around for quite a long time, it used to be a mining area, now everything is at a standstill"/ ”I see. I can well imagine that there are still a few restless souls wandering around, old workers"/ ” yes, or their relatives. But sometimes there are just little agony ghosts, they're good for experiments, hehe"/ ‘how mean, these people used to be alive’.

“hey, wait…I don't want you to think the wrong thing now. No harm is done to them. Afterwards, they are always grateful that they were redeemed. Many are just stuck somewhere, in some paraphysical plane"/ ”yes… That's exactly what's bothering me at the moment. and what if my mother is stuck in some plane?…mh, may I ask where you got the scar from, there…? On your lip?”.

He ran his finger over his mouth… “Oh the… I'm surprised that you see that, hardly anyone else notices it…"/,,I pay attention to a lot of things, I see a bit more sometimes. Sometimes maybe too much, well chuckle, so?“/ ,,Not worth mentioning, I got into a fight a while ago”/ “in what way?”/ “I touched a girl who didn't belong to me”/ “Oh, so one you are”…

“hey, what's that supposed to mean? What kind of person do you think I am?“/,,Sorry, I…”/,,It takes two to tango and SHE was the one who hit on me, she later interpreted it as if I was the ass. I didn't even know she had a boyfriend"/ ,,I couldn't have known that. So she was already in steady hands…“/”Yeah. I don't think some people take honesty so seriously anymore”.

Cassandra paused for a moment because she had to think about her own relationship for a moment. But so far Don had always been honest with her. At least she believed that. “Yes, it happens with women as well as men. I know it's hard to find your soulmate"/ ‘it doesn't have to be a soulmate, well, you seem to have found someone already, I heard you're engaged’/ „yes… I am”.

Lazlo's voice suddenly became a little higher and he continued talking frantically. “Well, that's good for you. I have to live under the same roof as two older brothers who can't get anything together themselves when it comes to women! The older one prefers to take care of bacteria, Pascal is adored by the babysitter, sometimes I think I'm the only normal one here"/ ‘um…’ Cassandra was a little embarrassed when she saw the others standing behind him. “what, it's like that"/ ‘now you're getting theatrical, Lazlo!’. Lazlo was a little startled when he heard Friedbert's voice. “Er, so what, I'm going home…”.

Lazlo left the property and went home. “What happened between you and him?"/ ”Nothing really, we just talked about one thing or another… He got upset about some injustices, mh…"/ ‘Oh, he always gets upset about something,,,’/ ‘mh,,, maybe he just needs a real task’/ ‘believe me, he has more than enough’.

“Yes, but maybe not the right one? Excuse me, of course I don't want to interfere in your family affairs“/”that's okay. He's right, I'm practically married to the bacteria and substances, haha"/ ”Everyone has their own preferences. And… what does he mean about the babysitter, Pascal?"/ ”I… I don't want to talk about it here, okay? Let's go home now”. The whole thing seemed a little uncomfortable for Pascal. And Friedbert took Laszlo's statement almost a little calmly, at least Cassandra had the impression that he knew what it was about. They made their way home together, with many unanswered questions and a great deal of curiosity in Cassandra's mind.

@greenplumbboblover , @solorisims , @plumbobgothica 😊

[autumnapricot]

Pascale teasing Charles about Max being tall made me think if he has a secret type like okayy so you like leggy blondes huh

pascale clocked his ass 😭

actually it could go both ways tho, like a) he does have a type for long-legged beautiful omegas ooor b) actually he only ever dated like shorter omegas yk, maybe only/ mostly female ones but pascale always knew, mh, they‘re okay but they‘re not it for charles, perhaps even just the people he thought he should date….and with max she was like ah! my son has finally come to his senses! ;)

[disgruntledspacedad]

Guys, the question is not: Is Pedro Pascal returning to The Mandalorian? Like, duh. The question is: Is Mark Hamill?

[pixeldolly]

With a big house, a baby and three demanding jobs, the boys felt they needed some extra help, so they hired a maid. Kaylynn apparently commutes all the way from Pleasantview... O_O

Vidcund in particular was of the opinion that the house had become a garbage heap. And by that, he specifically meant Lazlo’s room.

Vidcund: “Ugh, it stinks of week-old sheets and sweaty socks in here...how can you live in this chaos?”

Lazlo: “Hey, bro, check it out, I finally worked out why the car wasn’t turning properly! Wanna take this bad boy out for a spin?”

Vidcund: “I am not a child, Lazlo.”

Lazlo: “Really? Because you threw quite a tantrum when I destroyed you at SSX last night.”

Meanwhile, Pascal: *ZEN*

[dearsimmies]

Patricia was calling a taxi when I heard that first kiss sound and, oh geez, Pascal had his first kiss with Circe. I was desperate to leave the lot asap but the freaking taxi was taking an eternity to show up and they were already heading to the photo booth to woohoo. But thank universe she rejected him!!

I'll pretend this never happened!!! Damn you acr!

[schnaf]

[fortuneaspiration]

[russell-63]

Hello! I am new to this sport, what is the problem with the Mercedes junior academy? Are they dropping them like the Red Bull juniors?

Mh okay I did some research on this but please correct me if I get something wrong here!!

Basically, the main focus of the Mercedes Junior programme is to take in talented young drivers who are not as financially well off as other drivers, Esteban Ocon for example. They support them during their juniors years with opportunities but fail to provide them with proper chances in f1. The most criticism is based on the fact that three of the juniors -pascal, esteban and george- made it to f1 but yet not a single one got a chance at the Mercedes team.

Pascal Wehrlein made his move from DTM in 2016 to f1, despite being successful there. When Nico Rosberg left surprisingly after the 2016 season, Valtteri Bottas was chosen over Pascal, despite having no affiliations with the team. The argument was that Pascal had not enough experience and was then dropped form the programme in 2017 to "stand on his own feet because he's old enough". Mercedes did it so late, it was not possible for Pascal to find a new seat in f1 and then he left.

Esteban was signed by Mercedes in 2015 and made it to f1 in the middle of 2016 season before going to force India in 2017. When the team was bought by Lawrence Stroll, Esteban got replaced by Lance for 2019 and was without a seat. He spend the year as reserve and test driver for Mercedes, which could have been avoided if they had a junior team like Red Bull or seats in other teams like Ferrari. He had to part ways with Mercedes in order to remain at Renault/Alpine but he's yet another junior that did not get his shot at the Mercedes team.

George signed with Mercedes in 2016 and after moving through the junior series too fast, got placed in Williams for three years. Now that the three years are over, it will show if Mercedes will finally promote one of their juniors or fail to do so again.

Stoffel was signed as their test/reserve driver, yet they refused to let him drive at the Sakhir GP 2020 in order to replace Lewis, choosing George. A great opportunity for their junior, yet it would have been Stoffels job. Their apology came in form of the young drivers test, which where done by both of their fe drivers, Stoffel and Nyck.

Basically, Mercedes does support their juniors well in the lower categories, gives enough chances to test, do sim work but yet fail quite often to bring them into f1, hold them there and most importantly, refuse to give them chances at the top team.

[estebanbicon]

Mercedes are family only works for Lewis in the same way that Ferrari are family only works for Schumacher. Russell, Ocon, Pascal and others are not family they are employees. Right now Mercedes is the Lewis team and Lewis is the Mercedes driver.

mh tbf tho, lewis delivers the most to merc, so it makes sense they prioritise him. but its still bs from toto lol

[3000yearmonarch-archived]

@draconscious asked: ♞ for one muse to give the other a massage (fire and steel!!)

softer prompts

“Thank you again for this, Clair.” The queen rested her head in her arms, relaxing into the softness of her bed. It had been a long day of Boariler training, with heat so intense it made her head light and her skin crack. Much of her body shined in the light of the fire crackling nearby, having been treated with oils and creams, while her hands and legs, having been closer to the heat source, were bandaged to keep in the thick, burn-healing salves underneath.

But her back. She couldn’t get her back.

Normally, it was customary for Boariler riders to tend to each other after battle or training, and treat each other’s skin. But today her training had been private, and immediately afterwards Clair was quick to shoo away any servants or healers, insisting on treating Pascale herself. Which led to their current situation.

Even though Clair was only supposed to apply the oil, Pascale was quick to notice exactly how tense and tired her body was from the training (and perhaps from the stress of her royal duties, as well). And Clair was so strong...it wouldn’t hurt to ask just this once, and the advisor could always say no...

“Mh...I don’t suppose you could apply a little more pressure, could you?”

[talaok]

You are my favorite writer on tumblr 💜💜

I was thinking about pedro and reader waking up together in a summer villa. Like a sweet warm and Romantic vacation

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

A/n: AHHH you can't just write something like that and not expect me to melt. I love you so much 💗💗

God, you looked beautiful,

Pedro didn't know if it was the golden ray of sunshine lighting part of your face, if it was the cute little pout you always made in your sleep, or if perhaps this is just what leaving the city to have a stress-free vacation did to you.

But in reality, he knew none of those options to be true, you looked as beautiful as always, and the only difference was, that for once, he had time to just stare and admire.

A fresh gust of summer air flew through the window, making you groan weakly, as sleep left your body.

"good morning" he murmured, still watching you.

He had half-expected those little butterflies in his stomach to disappear after five years together, but as you opened your eyes and blessed him with that heart-stopping smile of yours, he was proven wrong once again.

"good morning"

he wasted no time meeting his lips with yours

"How do you look so beautiful in the morning? It should be a crime"

You blushed, the same butterflies as his fluttering in your belly.

"You're the perfect man you know that?" You kissed him again, feeling the familiar graze of his beard against your cheeks.

"Have you been up for long?"

"No, Not that long" he whispered, wrapping his arm around you to hold you close, as you rested your head on his chest.

"You could have woken me up"

"You look way too cute when you're sleeping"

"yeah, I'm sure" you laughed "with the drool and everything"

"sugar, I've seen you look cute while puking, I don't think you need to worry about that"

"gross!" you chuckled, playfully hitting his chest.

"I'm sorry" he smiled, kissing the crown of your head "I'm just telling the truth"

You wrapped your leg around him, holding him tighter, even with the thousand degrees weather.

"so what do you wanna do today?" he asked, stroking your hair

"I dunno" you pouted, "do we have to do something?"

"of course not"

"We could just spend the day at the pool" you suggested, looking up at him "Would that be ok?"

"Baby as long as you're happy we can do whatever you want"

You beamed "Then in addition we could stay like this for a little while longer"

"mh, I like that plan" he hummed contently

"You like all my plans" you giggled

"That's 'cause I love you, sweetheart" he smiled "and 'cause all your plans are always perfect."

[imaginesmai]

Peter Parker - See the light (7)

Is it a bit shorter? Yes. Is it a bit more sentimental? Of course. Be prepared! If you know the film, this goes a little bit different, becuase Peter deserves some love!

Small sneak peek 

First part

Second part

Third part

Fourth part

Fifth part

Sixth part 

Plot: after all this years, you’re finally going to fulfill your dream. Having Peter by your side is surely the best way to do it.

You had some expectations for the kingdom, but that didn’t help your jaw form dropping when you finally caught sight of it. You were completely speechless. You didn’t bother to pick up your hair as you bounced as quickly as you could across the stone bridge and towards the kingdom. The sun beamed down, and distantly, you could hear the sounds of music drifting through the air.

Peter, who had been holding your hand the whole trip there, let his smile drop. He wasn’t fond of the city, where all of his dreams and hopes had been crushed. Still, he let himself be pulled along by you.

When you entered the kingdom limits, you were immediately surrounded by people. The city seemed to be throwing some magnificent festival. A child ran by you, and you watched as he knelt in front of a huge mural on a wall close by. A man and a woman were depicted in the painting – both standing tall and regal. Both also incredibly beautiful.

In the woman’s arms, was a tiny baby. She had long, curly hair, big bright eyes and looked happy; with a piece of jewellery on her head that looked far too big. The kid placed a small flower in front of the mural.

“For the lost princess” he mumbled.

You were about to go over and ask what he was doing, when a particularly hard tug on your scalp made you lose Peter’s grip and reel back, yelping. Looking back, you saw people stepping all over your hair, and soon you lost Peter trying to avoid all that tugging. The boy immediately lunged forward and started picking it all up, his arms quickly filling.

Peter looked around for a split of second before smiling. He moved your hair and you walked with him, rubbing the back of your head painfully.

“Hey kids!” Peter called out, catching the attention of a group of small girls. He didn’t say anything, just showed them his hands full of hair. He raised his brows, and the girls shouted in excitement.

Soon enough, you were sitting on the cobblestone while five girls ran around you, braiding your hair and lessening the weight. Peter sat besides you all the time, talking about everything and nothing. He told you about the memories he had there, facts about some places and explained some things you still didn’t understand.

When you were finished, you span around. Your hair was collected in one big braid, formed with smaller ones that had pretty flowers and ornaments in between. It almost reached the floor, but it wasn’t long enough for people to step on it. Peter babbled all the way while he payed the girls and tried to tell you how pretty you were. After some embarrassing tries, he gave up.

“I could show you what this festival is really about” Peter offered you his arm, blushing. “Y-you’re, well, you… you’re already the prettiest girl here. W-would be, uh, a shame if I d-didn’t show you o-off?”

That time, Pascal wasn’t close to stick his tongue on his ear, and Maximus was busy trying to watch out for crime. To Peter, you had always had some kind of special beauty; but there, morning sun just shinning for you and curious big eyes looking up to him, you looked ravishing.

Maybe, it was his chance to kiss you. He had never been too good with women, apart from the girl he had dated back then; MJ, threatening and self-sufficient. Peter had been the one guidable in that relationship; but now, he knew you knew nothing about them. Kissing you felt suddenly wrong, taking that from you, your first kiss.

So, swallowing down the urge of pressing his lips against yours, he took your hand back and starter walking towards the group of people who were dancing.

For the next hours, you danced. Peter taught you the main steps to the popular dance, and was by your side the whole time; holding you closer, spinning you around, laughing with you when you stepped on him. The sun slowly came down, as you learned more about the city. Peter bought you a small flag from a traditional post, and let you try every food you found on your way.

Maximus and Pascal appeared long into the day, when you were hanging from Peter’s arm. To end the night, the boy had decided to surprise you. You were laughing with him when suddenly you stopped. The sun was setting and you were in front of the water.

“What is this, Pete?” you asked.

“Best day of your life. Thought I might give you something to remember your birthday.”

Peter gestured to a rowboat tied close by. Maximus huffed behind you, and Pascal frowned. Together, you climbed inside the boat and watched as Peter showed you how it moved. The animals emitted some noises.

“Here, fetch” Peter said with a grin. He threw an apple onto the dock, landing at the horse’s feet. When it didn’t make a move to eat it, Peter continued. “If you’re worried  about if being stolen, don’t be!”

Maximus still glared at Peter, but ate it anyway.

“Besides” Peter said, leaning in so only you could hear him. “He already ate all the stolen ones”

You laughed, and Peter smiled. It was silent for a while, only interrupted by your occasional offer to take the paddles. He used that time to think that, if there was a thing that he could do until he died, it would be spending every minute and second by your side. The girl that had managed to steal his broken heart and fix it.

When Peter stopped the boat, it was dark. The moon and the starts were being reflected on the water, and the lights of the kingdom could be seen in the distance; besides that, you were barely able to see his face. You had your doubts about the final ‘surprise’, and were a bit nervous about not being able to see the flying lanterns because of it. Yet you trusted Peter, and if by any chance you lost the opportunity to see them, but got to watch him talk excitedly for another hour, it was okay. You weren’t going to ask for a better birthday present.

“I – uh, it’s a bit soon” Peter scratched the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, I didn’t really measure the time. I thought –“

“It’s okay” you leaned forward and took his hand in yours. “We can wait”

“Mh” Peter didn’t say anything else, but stared at your hands.

In comparison, yours were much more soft, and perfect. His were full of scars – at least one of them – and bruises. You watched him fight with his mind for a while.

“I had fun today. A lot” you smiled, even if he wasn’t looking at you. “The dancing was – wow, I didn’t know something so wonderful existed. I want to repeat that again.”

Peter’s head rose up at your words, and he looked surprised. Against what you thought, Peter hadn’t forget about the deal; you watching the flying lanterns, and him getting his crown back. But, against what your mother thought, it wasn’t his only intention. Everytime he thought about you, he thought about the possibility of staying. Of actually staying with you for the long run.

He could see how much your mother had hurt you over the years, and secretly hated the idea of you going back to the tower. Peter wondered that, maybe, if he could keep you away with the money he got from the crown. Selling it would be difficult, but worthy if it gave him the chance of having a future with you.

His interests, his dreams, had changed; he no longer wanted the sunny island with loads of money. In his opinion, a crazy chameleon and a girl with magic hair was enough, wherever that was.

You took his silence as something negative, so you frowned and your shoulders slumped.

“Not that I could” you looked down. “Mother will be worried, and tonight are the flying lanterns. So tomorrow morning I –“

“You could stay with me” Peter blurted out. He worried not being enough for you, but a future with your mother could only be worse. He shifted towards you. “I know – I don’t have much, but it’s better than being locked in a tower”

You blinked surprised at his confession, and gaped. The world seemed more illuminated, or maybe it was just your eyes being used to the dark. But you could see every detail on Peter’s face; from his little, almost invisible, mole under his left eye, to the way his thin brows couldn’t stay neat. He had his jaw clenched hard, lips pressed in a thin line. And his brown eyes, burning with hope and determination, were boring into you.

Peter didn’t let you talk.

“Don’t answer me now” he rushed, and brought his hand to his lips. He was blushing, yet held a confidence that made you blush. “Just – think about it”

You were going to ask him how were you supposed to sit in an unmoving boat, with him and no other distraction, and say nothing about it. But soon, the first two lanterns appeared floating through the air, and your breath caught in your throat.

You knew what came next.

The air is suddenly flooded with hundreds upon hundreds of lights, all of them much bigger and brighter from the ones you saw from your window. The world glowed, and you felt content. Happy, because it was everything you had hoped for; just as you thought so, you turned to look at Peter.

He was already looking at you with a half-smile, and two lanterns of his own. The boy moved so that you could also fit on his side of the boat, and you sat beside him. Your shoulders brushed and his warmth evolved you.

“For you” Peter said softly, and gave you one. It had beautiful and elaborated purple draws, only matching the beauty of the moment and Peter turned his head and talked close to you. “Sometimes – you know, uh, sometimes you h-have to let go. Freedom is about letting go, Y/N”

Everything that had been built for years, locked on the tower and dreaming of the lanterns, broke up that night. Maybe it was because of his words, because of the encouragement and the possibility of taking your on decision of them. Your fingers un-curled around the bottom of the lantern when Peter leaned forward, tilting his head so that your noses didn’t touch, but your lips did.

The lantern wasn’t being held down anymore, as your fingers lost strength when Peter kissed you. And Peter’s one flew away, because he used his hands to cup your cheek and search for your own. Both of the lights became one of the flying mass that commemorated the missing princess. To them, might had been only another year of flying lanterns.

To you, was letting go of the weight that had chained you to the tower for years. The pain, the fear, it all melted away as Peter pulled you close, and crashed his lips with yours once more.

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