#silva

[anti-heroism]

the way pedro has played a cowboy, a space cowboy, an apocalypse cowboy and an old western cowboy

[xbeababyx]

Look at me however you want, as long as your eyes are on me.

[perotovar]

As soon as I can ride, I'll leave here, and charge you with attempted murder. No one will understand why I missed the shot. Let alone why I treated your wound afterward.

PEDRO PASCAL as SILVA Strange Way of Life (2023) dir. Pedro Almodóvar

[lithiumseven]

Part I, Part II, Part III

[bratmillers]

strange way of life (2023)

[mote-of-ash]

yea yea yea

[calkestis]

STRANGE WAY OF LIFE (2023)

[alyssamariag]

It's not every day someone crosses the desert to come see you.

[manias-wordcount]

Silva Zoldyck with an s/o who's always cold and loves to cuddle with him because he's warm?

Someplace Warm (Silva Zoldyck x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆, 𝗶 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵 (𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁, 𝗶 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧��𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

It’s always cold whenever he’s home. 

Always. It’s always cold whenever he’s home. And not just a degree or two below your standard comfort level. It’s cold, cold. The type of cold that makes you wonder if you left the window open all night. The type of cold that has you wondering if there’s a crack in the wall or the ceiling or something that everyone keeps missing. It’s freezing cold. So cold that it seems like the moment you have to step out of bed, you’re immediately sent stumbling around- looking for layers you could put on to keep yourself from shivering all damn day. On some days, you swear, that’s not even enough. 

That’s why you’re tempted to think it’s all on purpose.

You didn’t notice it at first. Because at first, Silva was always around so it was always cold. He kept you close to his side as he gave you your first tour of his family mansion, answering your every question and helping you remember the names and locations of the places he was sure you’d enjoy the most. Especially whenever he was away for work. You shivered beneath the fur coat he had draped around your shoulders as he spoke to you, but you were far too in awe of the home that the man you were set to marry lived in to really raise any questions. Besides, the heavy rock sitting on the ring you had wrapped around your finger and the promise of all the expensive furs you could ever need kept you happy and more than willing to put up a few chilly nights here and there. 

However, the few chilly nights quickly became a staple in your life. They never seemed to disappear. In fact, your new home would only warm up to a more tolerable temperature whenever Silva had to go away for at least a night. In those times, you could go with fewer layers. In those days, you might even go long enough to forget where you last put your gloves. It was refreshing. It was a relief. It was warm. And perhaps it happened because the world took pity on you and all the sleepless nights you had faced while alone in a big, big bed made for two. Or perhaps it had more to do with your husband taking enough pity on you to adjust the thermostat just enough to accommodate for his absence. You’ve always had a feeling it was more of the latter rather than anything. But you never said anything. Not even the first time it happened.

But that was a wedding and several kids ago. 

You would have thought that after all those years, you would have gotten more used to it. But you didn’t. And to make things worse, the kids don’t seem to mind the temperature. Zeno doesn’t seem to mind the temperature. Hell, Silva seems to thrive on it. Any complaints you had were outnumbered- more now than ever.

But that’s the thing. You don’t exactly have complaints. At least, not anymore. 

“I’ll have to leave the bed at some point today, my love.”

Not while he has you like this.

His words come as a light-hearted yet deep rumble right by your ear. You shiver, pleasantly this time, and opt to cuddle up to him just a little more as you hear a soft chuckle from above.

“Mmm,” You make a soft, non-committal sound at the reminder, but you don’t offer up anything about when you plan to let go and move off of him. You’re too comfortable here. You’re too happy here. And if he really needed to go, he knows he could just pull you off of him by force. But he won’t. He loves you too much to deny you this. And he loves this too much to deny himself of it too. Not if he doesn’t have to, at least.

Because at the moment, this is lying in bed with the covers pulled up to your chin and your legs tangled between his. This is tucking your head into his shoulder and absently running your fingers through his hair as his own large hands wrap themselves around your waist, his fingers spreading over as much of your body that he can reach. This is spending yet another lazy morning in all so you could take advantage of your personal heater for as long as possible. As you do, practically every time you wake up before your husband has to leave the bed.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to do today while I’m still free?” Silva asks you lowly, his hand rubbing small circles into your nightgown. You shake your head almost immediately and tuck your head a little further into his shoulder. Your action, although small, is more than enough to earn you a quick kiss on the forehead as your husband pulls you impossibly tighter against him. “Do you really want to spend another day in bed, my dear?”

“Too cold,” You mumble out with a huff,  a phrase he must have heard you utter over a thousand times already. Still, you’re appreciative of the fact that he still bothers to ask even after all this time. Nowadays, you rarely leave the bed without a specific reason for doing so. You rarely want to leave the bed as the cold seeps into your bones faster than you can blink and makes even enjoying the many rooms full of activities and necessitities in this house a difficult task. But to be fair, as the lady of the house, you don’t always have to leave the bed if you don’t really want or have to. Silva (and the mansion’s staff,  b by extension) have spoiled you far too much over the years for you to ever forget that. “I rather be here…you’re too warm to give up…”

Once again, your response is met with yet another chuckle from your husband. One that sounds almost exasperated at your stubbornness. Yet, it is still one that has you smiling ear to ear as the warm sound fills your body with that light and fluttery feeling you’ve been getting ever since the first time you locked eyes with him. Besides, it’s his fault that you’re like this. He’s far too warm and feels far too good to wrap your arms around. Not to mention, he really does make it far too easy for you to stay in bed as much as you want.

Because if you snap your fingers, your breakfast will be brought to your bedside. If you clap your hands, a warm bath with rose petals will be drawn in just a moment. If you whistle a certain note, the butlers will know exactly whether they’re supposed to bring you whatever novel you were making your way through from the library or if they’re being asked to drag the piano and the pianist into your bedroom as soon as humanly possible. It’s a small price to pay for living in a house that’s far too cold for you to fully enjoy.

Though, you’ll think about it. You’ll think about leaving the bed. You’ll think about doing something with your husband outside of the bed. In fact, you’re already starting to consider asking Silva to take a walk with you through the gardens in an hour or so. If you’re feeling up to it and if it’s warm enough outside to do so, of course. Perhaps you might even be able to pull one of the kids away from whatever it is that they’re doing just long enough to have some tea together. Maybe.

But for now, you’re content right here. You’re happy with just this. And you know he’s happy too. Why else would he make sure his grip around you is always so nice and tight whenever you have to shift around in his arms? Why else would the house be so, so cold, especially on the days when he’s home and has time to spare?

Why else but to drive you into his arms, of course. Why else but to be your someplace warm.

[monstatron]

i’ve mostly been keeping my planet of the apes stuff between myself and moots but i couldn’t contain my enthusiasm about proximus and silva :P

enjoy a quick sketch i did to get back into art after not drawing for a bit! and to anyone seeing movie, enjoy! i’m seeing it this friday!

EDIT:

I DREW THIS BEFORE THE MOVIE CAME OUT XD

AND BEFORE WE KNEW ANYTHING ABOUT THESE CHARACTERS, I DON'T SHIP THEM GO READ MY FANFICS

read my fanfic boy (kratos voice)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56524990

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55908934

[xbeababyx]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy 🐎🫦

[perotovar]

#get his ass

STRANGE WAY OF LIFE (2023) dir. Pedro Almodóvar

[ericamarie093]

The smirk that drives me crazy, plus his outfit and hair!

[thesimulationswarm]

We're two for two here and I just have to assume now that Pedro Pascal sleeps sprawled out and ass up

[clanmudhornblog]

Strange Way of Life. Pedro Pascal.