#pedro scouts friendship

[beefrobeefcal]

I can absolutely tell you about my soaps! I'm horribly accident prone, so mine are all of the melt and pour variety, so I have the personal rule that any scent made has to be of my own personal make.

So, all of the scents used in my soaps are blends that I made myself in small batches. Everything's inspired either by my own D&D characters, or pop culture in general. I have a pair of soaps inspired by the Game Grumps, one inspired by Elden Ring, and one inspired by Moon Knight, among others.

It's hard for me to pick a favorite, since I love all of them, but my top two favorites are one called The Huntress, and the Moon Knight one called Avatar of Khonshu. They're shaped like a star and moon respectively. Huntress is dark blue and features seaweed based biodegradable glitter, and is a smoky, rosy, sweet scent. Avatar of Khonshu is a solid gold color, and is incense-y and leathery, just yummy.

I also make lip balms that are coconut free, hand knit spa washcloths, crocheted dice bags, and bath salts for soaking. (The bath salts are Avatar: The Last Airbender inspired, and the scent is called Leaves From the Vine because I'm a demon like that. It features actual organic tea leaves and biodegradable seaweed based glitter.)

In addition to the soap thing, I also make jewelry with spent bullet casings (I get them from my partner's coworker when he goes to the shooting range), I knit, I crochet, I sew, and I even bake a little. I've got hobbies on hobbies, lmao. Don't get me started on the doll collecting.

What about you?

OKAY FIRST OF ALLLLLLLL - HELL TO THE YES ON SOAP. THEN ALSO MASSIVE SHOUTOUT TO BEING ACCIDENT PRONE.

I love crafty friendos! I checked out your Etsy Shop and everything is hella cute! [I will be placing an order btw!] I also love the themes you use! The colours and the names are just presh, and then the jewelry????? You're so darn talented - thank you for sharing!

[it's pulling the Canadian Etsy site bc I am in Canada]

My hobbies? Well, I do my own nails.

It started as a way to lower my monthly maintenance costs (as Mr. Beefcal so lovingly put it), and during the pandemic, I was the only one with my nails done. I have an office with a whole nail station and depending on the week, the colour can range from neon to nude. I only do my own (I'm not certified and will only risk damaging my nail beds thank you!), but it's a weekly activity where I enjoy an hour or two on my own.

I prefer the accent nails on the ring finger and thumb (as you can probably tell!), and despite me no longer going to the nail salon, I have accumulated a vast collection of nail polish, gels, nail tools, various nail builder supplies...

As for doll collecting? Baby, you and me are the same!

Yours in sin,

Beefro👌🥩💜

[jennaispunk]

Hello Jenna and fellow Scout member! 😊

I made you a friendship bracelet and have a get to know you question: do you prefer Pedro clean shaven or bearded and/or moustache?

Ty for the follow and excited for some summer fun! ☀️💛

Hey Nevy!! I’m ready for some summer fun too!!

Thanks for the bracelet.

If you’re twisting my arm, I’d have to say that I prefer Pedro with facial hair but…I don’t want to choose lol.

As much as I love Frankie, Javi P and Joel, how can you deny how hot looks clean shaven? Some of my favorite characters of his are clean shaven…..Max Phillips, Dave York and Marcus Pike. I also have to include Zach Wellison in there too because I fell in love with that character and it was a shame they didn’t develop that story more.

Here’s a friendship bracelet for you! 💜💜

Are you team facial hair or team clean shaven?

[joelalorian]

hi lauri! i'm here to hand you a friendship bracelet, a hug and also to ask you, with my scout's honor, if you could share a scout cabin with three celebs, who are you choosing?

love @undercoverpena

Thank you so much, Jo! I love the friendship bracelet 🥰

What a great question! The first celeb is easy. It would be our gorgeous, brown eyed boy Pedro. The other two are harder… maybe Gerard Butler and Raúl Esparza. I have no doubt I’d be hyper focused on Pedge and forget the others were even there 😂😂

[jolapeno]

Hey Jo! I know! I know we’re supposed to send the friendship bracelet to people we don’t know, but I saw you on the Ranks page, and I love talking to you, so… I couldn’t help myself😝, and send you one! It might not be as pretty as the one offered by I’m still learning how Canva works. In any case, I hope it brings a smile!😊 Love you!

oh wym, my beloved. thank you so much, it is gorgeous and I wish I could pluck it off and wear it! also the pink flowers, omg! 🩷✨

here is my pink one that has lots of little Pedro things 😂 because im nothing but predictable

[crumbledcastle28]

Joel Miller: Stay Down

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (she/her; afab)

Word count: 3.2k

Summary: Joel thought he had grown accustomed to fear until he finds you covered in blood.

Excerpt: He swallowed, attempting to choose his words carefully. He had never been good with them, attributing his deficiency to a long line of likewise men before him. His brain poured for sonnets, poetry, prose that he had read in his insignificant time on this planet. Something to impress you, distract you, to take away that crestfallen look in your eye.

He couldn’t do it. He never would be. So, he used his mouth for something else.

Warnings: stitching of a wound, kissing, blood, blood loss, so much yearning, unestablished relationship, probably incorrect gun talk, Joel is scared of feelings.

A/N: This is me coping with the fact that we do not get more last of us in January. Also partially inspired by my favorite song maybe ever.

Pedro Masterlist

All my writing

Joel had found his hands becoming more and more susceptible to the cold as he got older.

They would crack and bleed, flaking dried skin within his decades-old gloves before November had even begun. This not only hurt like hell, but forced him to slow down and think about what he was doing to his body for once in his life. He had a harder time gripping the reins on a horse or fingering the trigger on a shotgun. Noticeably so. And living in a small town with a little brother foaming at the mouth to make old man jokes didn't help matters.

This is what led him to you.

He wouldn't call you a hoarder. Honestly, he would be the first to admit that you were one of the smartest people in Jackson. You had somehow become one of the most materialistically rich people in the town. You consistently managed to find the most randomly useful items on your patrols, things that people before the outbreak would never have even thought to miss.

Things like shoe insoles, ball point pens, Chapstick.

And luckily for him, lotion.

You never charged anyone for taking from what you had. Furthermore, you actively asked people if they needed anything. Even offering to scout around the area in search of specifics. Joel hadn't been around that kind of softness since...

Well, a long time.

This made him uncharacteristically nervous when he first approached your doorstep, but he knocked anyway. He had never in a million years expected to leave that house satisfied in more ways than one.

He blamed it on that stupid crinkle the skin underneath your eyes got whenever you smiled at him. He couldn't help but fall into your light.

This started a... friendship. Of sorts. He would come over when he needed you, and you would happily oblige. As time went on, the visits to yours became more and more frequent, frequent enough that the rest of the town seemed to be catching on. At least, that's what his brother had been hinting at through jabs and side comments.

"You smiled at me the other day, Joel," Tommy had said. "Actually smiled."

Joel responded with a gesture he was hoping Ellie would not pick up anytime soon.

Joel was...happy. Happy with the arrangement. He had a warm body – a fucking gorgeous warm body – to get his energy out with, and the woman inside the body seemingly had no issue with his lack of strings attached.

And yet, for some reason, this annoyed him.

There was some undetectable, bruised part of him that wanted you to…what exactly? Fight him on it? Confess your undying love for him? Pull him back into bed to cuddle?

There had to be either pheromones or crack cocaine in that honeyed floral perfume you always wore. You were beginning to drive him this insane. Unfortunately for him, the place he went when he was beginning to toe that line into insanity was always you.

Joel had checked the schedule posted in the main square, assigning every able-bodied person shifts of patrol. You had a shift earlier in the day, which usually kept you busy until noon. You would then shower, eat, and spend the rest of the afternoon doing whatever the hell you wanted.

Overtime, these mental gymnastics became muscle memory to Joel.

He huffed as he lugged his aching legs up your steps, their typical milk white now coated in an ugly muddy brown. Winter had begun, apparent by the puffs of Joel’s own breaths, and the snow in Jackson was trying desperately to keep up.

Joel balled his hands into fists as he planted both feet onto your porch, blowing into them quickly, before knocking three times. Spaced out enough, but not too much. He envisioned you smiling as you heard his signature knock, but cringed at himself internally, burying the thought instantly.

It fluttered back to the surface when he heard the pads of your footsteps somewhere in the house begin but extinguished itself when they dissipated.

He waited a few more seconds, the rational part of his brain saying that you must be in the middle of something, but the man part of his brain imagining you putting on your silky red robe he loved so much, only for him to take it off you so slowly it made his own fingers shake. He breathed in deep, the laundry detergent from his nylon coat mixed with the beginnings of December filling his nose, and cracked his neck while rocking back and forth on his heels.

His eyebrows came together when he heard another rustle, then nothing.

He knocked again.

Still, nothing,

He knew you were in there – he could hear you, clear as day, and he knew you could hear him – but for some reason, you weren’t coming to the door.

His much too weathered mind began to race, thinking of three possible explanations. One, you heard him knocking, and were ignoring him. Two, you somehow were not hearing him knock on the door. Or three, you for some reason were not able to get to the door.

Meaning, there was a possibility you weren’t alone in there, and not by choice.

“Y/N?” he asked loudly. “Y/N, are you in there?”

Nothing. A bit more rustling, maybe a slight groan, but nothing.

Joel’s fingers began to tingle, and it wasn’t from the cold. He knocked again, harder.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there,” he said loudly, “just…just tell me you’re okay.”

Silence.

He gripped the doorknob and jiggled it, hard enough for the wood to groan underneath his fingertips, but it was locked from the inside. He huffed, knocking again, his hot breaths now clouding his face. He felt an ache in his wrist.

He said your name one more time, hearing the beginnings of a voice he knew better than he should have muffled by the wood, and the door was flat in front of him before he could think twice.

He stomped his way inside, coating the ground with mud and snow, and his eyes darted around the familiar living room. His vision was tunneled, scrounging for the shape of you on the floor, draped over the couch, held at gunpoint. His heart pulsed in his ears.

You weren’t in the living room.

He stomped into the kitchen, the bathroom, the basement, nothing. All that was left was the bedroom.

There was no way in hell you were still asleep.

He practically sprinted to the room, preparing himself. He had seen what men did to women, the remnants of it anyway, and despite his state of denial, he could never in a million years handle the sight of you that way. In your own bed. In your own house. Likely one of your own friends.

He pulled open the door anyway, and was met with gold.

The room was dim except for the lamps you loved so dearly, spreading their warm, glowing, honeyed light across the room in streaks. He blinked his eyes to adjust, focusing in on your body on the bed. You were facing him, skin painted with similar golden streaks, highlighting the tears culminating under your eyes. You were sat crisscrossed, upper body totally bare, back slouched tightly, your body practically folded in on itself. Your right hand was pressed against your left shoulder blade, while your other was filled with wine-colored rags.

Blood-soaked rags.

His eyes met yours quickly, and despite their dampness, they still had that fucking crinkle.

You chuckled, your shoulders dropping up and down quickly as they always do.

“You know,” you said, voice curdled and tired, “if someone doesn’t answer the door, that’s usually them saying ‘leave me the hell alone.”

You chuckled again, this time finishing it off with a wince.

His hand slid slowly from the doorknob as he took a hesitant step towards you, his body tearing itself in half. One side begging to fold your body into him, bubbling you in a cocoon. The other, itching to tear whatever did this to you apart ligament by ligament.

Your eyes slowly drooped from humor to something like shame, like a kicked dog or a broken child, and he stepped forward again.

“Don’t,” you countered weakly. “Just…just don’t.”

You scooted away from him slightly, refusing to look at him, and applied more pressure to whatever was expelling that much blood from your shoulder. Pain was suddenly present in your face.

“You want me to leave?” he quickly countered.

You said nothing.

He walked to you, removing the hand you had pressed against your wound, and sucked in a quick breath.

“Probably the first time you’ve seen a revolver bullet in about twenty years, huh Joel?” you asked, chuckling once more.

He barely heard you.

You had gotten the bullet out, but it had sunken in deep. The skin around it was red and welting, so swollen that Joel had to guess you had already been working on it for at least an hour. He winced, imagining what kind of pain you were in, and the fact that you were dealing with it all yourself.

He swallowed grimly.

“Hand me that rag,” he said. He could tell how little strength you had left to fight him by how quickly the rag flopped into his hand.

He pressed it to the wound, and you hissed.

“Fuck Joel,” you whined, squeezing the covers of your bed so tightly your knuckles went white. He held his pressure, forcing himself to think straight.

He might as well have been feeling the pain in his own shoulder.

He finally eased his pressure, wiping away as much blood from the area as he could.

“You cleaned it pretty well,” he said softly, voice thick in his throat, so thick it was hard to speak. “But…it’s gonna need a stich or two.”

“Or seven,” you said, grabbing the first aid kit sat in the middle of the bed. You opened the bag with shaking hands, taking out the needle and thread. You attempted to begin threading the needle, but with your hands quaking so fiercely you only produced frustrated grunts and sighs. He moved to the front of the bed, the front of his body facing yours, and took the needle and thread from your hands, setting them to the side. He then held your hands in his, squeezing them slightly, before using one to tilt your chin up at him.

He sighed at the storm in your eyes.

“What happened?”

“Did you kick my fucking door down?”

“What happened?”

“I was stupid, that’s what happened.”

He sighed again. “You’ve never once been stupid.”

“Today I was.”

“How?”

“It’s how I always am.” Your voice cracked. “Thought I could pick some apples for Mrs. Lawrence down the street. She always talks about how much she loved that as a kid – a freshly picked apple. Went out too far. Felt a sudden burning in my shoulder and ended up having to take out six hunters all by myself. Six.”

A single tear dripped from your left eye, the gold from the lamps turning it to sunlight.

“I could’ve died. All for a fucking apple.”

You turned away from him again, and it took everything in him not to cup your face in his hands and turn you back to him. He had never seen you like this before. So… raw. Beaten. Trampled. Doused in self-hatred. He hated it.

And yet, he didn’t want to look away. He was slowly realizing that this was the part of you he had been desperate to see. Truth. Undercarriage. Weakness.

Human.

He swallowed, attempting to choose his words carefully. He had never been good with them, attributing his deficiency to a long line of likewise men before him. His brain poured for sonnets, poetry, prose that he had read in his insignificant time on this planet. Something to impress you, distract you, to take away that crestfallen look in your eye.

He couldn’t do it. He never would be. So, he used his mouth for something else.

Slowly, gentler than he ever had in his life, he brought his mouth to your cheekbone. You exhaled a prolonged breath, the heat of it cascading down the left side of his neck. It only prompted him to kiss you more, and more, and more. His lips traveling up into your hairline, across your forehead, down your nose, and finally onto your lips. His kiss there was tongueless, rather a soft press, and yet it meant more to him than any other one you had ever shared.

He could tell by your breathing that you agreed.

He pressed his forehead against yours, swallowing thickly. “I’m glad you didn’t. I don’t know…I don’t know what I would do if you did.”

Your stormy eyes turned into a sunrise, and Joel straightened his aching back to slowly remove his coat and boots. He placed them on the floor beside your bed, keeping his eyes on you the entire time. You watched him just the same, mouth propped open slightly.

He smirked as he set his things down. He then picked up the needle and thread while using his free hand to frame your face.

“I’ll be gentle,” he said, his thumb stroking your chin. “I promise.”

You nodded. “I know you will.”

His lips wanted to meet yours so badly it hurt, but he needed to stitch you. Quickly. For a wound as deep as the one you had, it should have been closed up hours ago.

He wouldn’t think about that now. He couldn’t.

He walked to the edge of the bed and turned you around, leaning you into him slightly to give your pretzeled back some support, and began.  

You were surprisingly unreactive when he first inserted the needle, taking it as delicately as he possibly could. It wasn’t until he began to tug the skin together that your body showed signs of pain.

“You’re going too slow,” you mumbled softly after he finished the second stitch. “Please go faster.”

His hands began to shake at your request. He didn’t blame you. Speed would make it hurt worse, but be over with quicker. He squeezed the top of your shoulder in response, threading the needle quickly and stitching over the center of the wound.

You let out a high-pitched whine, gripping onto the comforter at your side, and he couldn’t help but kiss the back of your neck.

He let your breathing steady, then stitched again, this time kissing your shoulder blade.

Another stitch, a kiss across your shoulders.

Another stitch, a kiss down your spine.

Another stitch, a kiss on your lower back.

After every stitch, he planted one. Something in him couldn’t help it.

He made his final stitch and cut the thread quickly, sealing it with a kiss on the side of your face. He tasted a mix of salty tears and heat from your skin. He watched your throat bobble as he moved away, finishing off the wound with a final cleaning. Alcohol and blood filled the air, along with undertones of sweat.

He had a feeling that last aroma came mostly from him.

He threw the needle and thread away into the small garbage can you kept near your bed before turning back to face you. You rested on the balls of your palms, leaning back to look at him as he walked back towards you. There was pain visible behind your eyes, he could see it, but they were coated in something else. Something somehow rawer than before.

“You should rest now,” he said, scruff evident in his voice from lack of use. He cleared it quickly. “You took a hell of a hit.”

You didn’t move. Joel moved to the first aid kit still sitting in the middle of the bed and used the (what had to be decades old) wet wipes on his hands. He tossed those as well, but you still hadn’t moved.

“There somethin’ on my face?”

You cracked a small smile. “Thank you, Joel,” you said quietly.

He hummed. “Don’t mention it.” He then leaned forward and scooped your body into his arms. You involuntarily rested against him, eyes fluttering already, but he set you down beneath your sheets and swiftly pulled them over you.

He laughed at your fight against your own exhaustion, pushing stray hairs away from your forehead. He pulled away from you, beginning to walk out of the room. A fierce grip pulled him backwards.

“Stay,” you mumbled weakly. “Please stay.”

He inhaled deeply. The sweet cocktail of your voice mixed with those words fucking inebriating him, so much so he was surprised he was still standing up straight. He felt physically winded.

He squeezed your hand. “I’ll be right back. Stay down.”

You smiled, loosening your grip, letting your hand fall back into the bed.

Joel walked quietly out of the room but would be the last to admit how he practically sprinted to your kitchen and scoured your cabinets like a man being chased. He found your pain meds, pouring two into his hand, and filling up a small glass of water. He gave a slow, silent jog back to your room.

He felt equally as winded when he caught the view of the setting sun between your windows, glazing over you like a statue in Rome he had once seen on a traveling magazine. The streaks of leftover tears were highlighted in the light, as well as a small crease in your brow.

That is what told him you were not quite yet out cold.

He brought the meds and water to you, tucking your hair behind your ear to alert you of his presence. You opened your eyes and practically inhaled the medicine before laying back down on your side.

Joel removed his shirt in a blink and tucked himself in behind you, ensuring your stitches were not firmly pressed against him, but pressed just enough to ease soreness. You curved into him perfectly, as he did to you. He wrapped his arm around your frame, taking your hands in his and massaging them gently.

You hummed. “Promise you’ll stay?”

He knew your voice like that better than any man in the world.

He pressed a final kiss to your shoulder. “I’m stayin.’”

Tag List: (if you would like to be added please let me know!)

@untitledarea @avengersfan25 @lexloon @daphne-turner @leeeesahhh

[beefrobeefcal]

Hiya, fellow Pedro Scout! <3 Thanks for the many boops in April, that was fun! Speaking of fun:

What piece of Pedro media have you watched the most?

For me, it's a close tie between The Bubble and Narcos. I run a small business making soap, and Dieter and Javi have kept me company in the background while I work. <3

Here's a friendship bracelet for you. I had to borrow the one from the Scouts page because my art and photoshop skills are in the negatives, lmao.

Thank you for the classic - love it! And I must return the favour!

And now for your question: What piece of Pedro media have you watched the most?

The most is definitely a tie between NARCOS and The Last of Us. But Triple Frontier is getting there.

Tell me more about your soaps! I love homemade soap. What's your favourite scent/colour combo? Is there a theme that you just can't say no to?? Love to see a crafty friendo!

Yours in sin,

Beefro👌🥩💜

[toomanytookas]

Pedro Scouts Badge Roundup

My boring fact for the Summer Camp Sharing Circle was that I really like drinking water (and I've finally made it over the 10 badge threshold), so I feel like it's a good time to actually post how I've been collecting my @pedroscouts badges, which is on a virtual version of my ever-trusty water bottle!

We're visiting the beach because it was one of my favourite field trips when I would go to camp as a kid. 🌊

How have I earned my badges? Some of the reasons have a bit of a spoiler to them, so I'm hiding them under a cut (and have noted where the spoiler is so you can look away if desired)!

Current badges: 32

Badge of Highest Merit

😭🥹💕JDF is peeking in on my badge post because he’s very proud he got me this badge! I’m delighted to have earned it doodling him for Cabin 1: The Pedge Patrol!

Character Badges

Dieter - I'm finally caught up on replying to comments on The Gift, so I'm celebrating that by claiming the badge. Not only is it a Dieter fic, but it borrows the lovely world of @schnarfer's Dieter series, If Wishes Came True 🛁

Frankie - Sometimes you gotta explore the origins of a character and @chronically-ghosted's most recent Frankie definitely devastatingly does the trick 👻

Joel - I am obsessed with @janaispunk's ongoing series, safe and sound ✨

Max Phillips - brandyllyn's Frat Lestat series

Jack Daniels - something-tofightfor's On Deck

Din Djarin - djarins-cyare's Never Look Down

Genre & Trope Badges

Fluff & Smut - This badge is dedicated to my reblogs of @burntheedges's Maintenance Request. 🧡

Slow burn - My claim of this badge is for my comments on @secretelephanttattoo's Afterword. 💜

Only one bed - SPOILER ALERT - I was tickled to realise @freelancearsonist's Heart of the Cards meant that I earned this badge without expressly planning to! 💙

Songfic - katareyoudrilling's Javi G + Mahler

Hurt/Comfort - schnarfer's Nicest Things - Almost

Friends to Lovers - luxurychristmaspudding's On Call

Summer Camp Badges

Art is My Passion - art for Al's Go Your Own Way

Rainbow Tie Dye - luxurychristmaspudding's Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl

Zipline - Adira's Eddie the Vampire Fluffbruary Ficlet

Saddle Up - schnarfer's The Cowboy & The Thief

Summer Camp Activities Sharing Circle | Teamwork | Scavenger Hunt + We Go Hard | Survival Kit |

Extras

Asknado! - I still have a few replies to respond back to, but I did successfully ask 10 questions.

FriendSHIP - I sent a bracelet to Cece and received the lovely one adorning my water bottle from @maggiemayhemnj 💚

Took the Pledge

Tumblr Life Badges Googled a term | Blocked a porn bot | Played a tag game | Sent a DM |Shared fanart | Got Silly in the Tags | Awakened a Kink

[wordywarriorwrites]

Pedro Scout Status

I've decided to keep a master post of my Scout activities for @pedroscouts!

Check out my status updates below the cut!

Took the Pledge: Took the pledge and became a Pedro Scout!

Joel Miller: I read @undercoverpena-fics Midnight Bedsheets. I gasped. I swooned. I experienced THE FEELS!

Fluff + Smut: For a story I wrote called Assignation.

Blocked a Porn Bot: I know we all have done had to do this...

I Set Sail on the Friendship: I asked @atinylittlepain for a go-to Pedro gif, and their choice did NOT disappoint. 🤣

Enemies to Lovers: So, I'm not sure if this is breaking the rules, but I'm going old school with @frannyzooey Listen fic, because DAY-UM. 🥵🥵

Played a Tag Game: I have played MANY tag games on Tumblr. Hahah

Friends to Lovers: I Like The Way You... by @undercoverpena is a damn fine example of this trope. Absolutely loved it from start to finish. 🥰🥰

Ezra Fic: I've been reading Adversity by @the-ginger-hedge-witch. Can't wait to see what happens next on their adventure!

Hurt/Comfort: Walls of Glass by @sixhours. So beautifully written. An emotional rollercoaster that you feel with every word.

Frankie Morales: Of course, we've got @frannyzooey out here, showing us how it's done with Drive-In. Oh, lawd!!

Giflet: The entire giflet masterlist by @morallyinept is epic, but I particularly enjoyed The Wolf & The Lamb.

AskNado: Completed!

One Bed: This isn't a "traditional" one-bed trope, but Squirming by @frannyzooey definitely has the same vibe because of the whole "share one sleeping bag" thing it has going on.

Jack "Whiskey" Daniels: Omg, I've read Palomino so many times. @fuckyeahdindjarin wrote such an epic romance that I just... ::: sigh:::

Fan Art: I've for sure loved and shared a lot of great fan art.

Slow Burn: I read Death and An Angel by @littlemisspascal and was hooked from chapter one. Binge-read the entire thing in one sitting, and was completely invested from start to finish. Such a beautiful and creative love story!

Crack/Dieter: I got a hilarious two-for-the-price-of-one with Low Hanging Gruit by @covetyou. This was another recommendation that definitely made me laugh out loud. Googled a Term: I can't tell you how often I've had to Google something fic-related. I'm old. I can't keep up with the "cool kids" anymore...

Got Silly in the Tags: It is rare for me to get really silly in the tags. I like to use my tags for organizing (type A much?) and I mostly get silly in the reblog with comments/gifs.

Marcus Moreno: Throwing it back to @frannyzooey and The Secret series, which was my fic intro to Marcus. Deliciously written. Chefs kiss (per usual).

Song Fic: It's not a "traditional" song fic, but I Hear a Symphony by @projectionistwrites is all centered around Joel's rediscovering his love for music.

Coffee Shop AU: Again, it's not 100% traditional, but Hot Coffee by @omgreally was a treat of a one-shot that gave me the jitters!

Rom-Com: Grays by @fuckyeahdindjarin made me laugh from the get-go. By fan-fic standards, it's probably considered an "oldie," but it's definitely a goodie.

Awakened a Kink: I have no children. I also have no desire to have children. But breeding kink fics sometimes makes my brain go "brrr." Especially if it's mixed with competency and the reader is taken care of/protected.

Forced Proximity: @goodwithcheese recently penned Girl Next Door and when I say I am UNWORTHY... I mean... Jesus H. Christ...

Dark Fic & Max Phillips: Blood & Tinsel by @morallyinept is a dark(ish), spicy, smutty mix that pulls you in from the first sentence!

Javi G: Care for a Little Golden Hour by @all-the-way-down-here is a Javi G. x Male Reader fic full of spice and care.

Sent a Horny Anon: I've sent them anon and not anon. LOL

Whump: Omg... Tonight You Belong To Me by @intheorangebedroom is the whumpiest-whump that ever whumped. If you're into angst and being all up in your feels, this is a fic for you!

Din Djarin: An oldie, but a goodie from @charnelhouse called In the Dark. It's the "we almost died" smut story we all know and love.

Soulmate: Again, Death and An Angel by @littlemisspascal was an amazing fic. A totally different take on the soulmate trope that had me hooked from chapter one. I absolutely loved it!

Fluff: Let Me by @polaroidpascal is a very gentle fic about taking care of your partner and giving them a bit of extra love - especially when they need it most.

Bookshop AU: The Book of Love by @undercoverpena is still one of my favorite Bookshop AU fics to read. Full of all the feels and fluff and flirting.

Mortifying Typo: I think we've all done this before. LOL

Marcus Pike: All the Time in the World by @whataperfectwasteoftime was a beautiful one-shot about a couple's first time together. Very romantic and full of emotion and so very, very gentle. I loved it!

Angst: Emergency Contact by @javiscigarette definitely hit me right in the feels. So much emotion packed into a one-shot!

Western: There are two that stick out in my head: Palomino and Adversity. Both are so amazing!

Dave York: Just read Second Sight by @goodwithcheese and literally had to dig my own grave because I perished. PERISHED, I tell you.

Booped: Oh, you know I booped. I booped my way to the top. lmfao

Oberyn Martell: Dancing Phantoms on the Terrace by @janaispunk didn't have to come for my throat like it did... :::ugly crying:::

[jennaispunk]

Jenn! Bestie! I know! I know we’re supposed to send the friendship bracelet to people we don’t know, but I saw you on the Ranks page, and I love talking to you, so… I couldn’t help myself😝, and send you one! It might not be as pretty as the one offered by I’m still learning how Canva works. In any case, I hope it brings a smile!😊 Love you!

Sam! Bestie! I’m smiling from ear to ear. ☺️ I love talking to you too!!

Thank you for the bracelet and here’s one for you just because. 💜💜

Love ya!!

[joelalorian]

Hello fellow Pedro Scout!

Have you been in a fandom before?

And here is your friendship bracelet from me.

Love, El

Omg, El, thank you! Love the friendship bracelet!

I have been in two fandoms before, but never quite like this. 15 to 20 years ago I was in the Harry Potter fandom and posted fics on FanFiction. In 2022 and 2023 I was into the Law & Order SVU fandom, which got me into writing fic again. That led to an awesome friendship with someone who turned me on to our boy Pedro. The rest is history 😂

[jolapeno]

True to my word, here’s my first attempt at a friendship bracelet for you 💕💕💕💕

BABE! this is so cute, thank you so so so much! I wish I could wear it on my wrist for real! Thank you for gifting me one 🩷🫂✨

[sixhours]

Hello fellow Pedro Scout!

What is your go to Pedro gif?

And here is your friendship bracelet from me.

Love, El

Hi El!

Oh gosh, Pedro GIFs. Well, I'm partial to our friend Joel here...

But then, anything that shows off his smile is a winner...

And I love me some Trash Panda...

And some Din, especially when he's all flustered and fluffy-headed... 🥹

I'd be remiss if I didn't include this SAG award winner, too...

Yeah, I can't pick a go-to. They're all perfect. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Thank you for giving me a chance to indulge in Pedro GIFs. And the bracelet is so creative I love all the little references. 😭

[oonajaeadira]

A Pedro Scout friendship bracelet for the kid I'd request to be cabin mates with!

You were very canon compliant in your own writing and weren't very interested in AUs (for Mandalorian anyway), when you first came through the Tumblrtown saloon doors, what fic changed your mind?

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I'm actually really glad you asked this question, because it helped me think a little bit about what's happening in my brains right now.

I usually write a character within their cannon universe just because I think a lot of them IS their universe. The way they speak, live, the enemies they fight, their level of danger or comfort...that all comes from their surroundings and makes them who they are. I've read a number of fics that just pick up a boy and put him in any old setting and they've just completely lost their voice, they're not them anymore. Suddenly they're just a random person with Pedro's face.

I think that may be what's tripping me up about some of the wips I'm stuck on. I have wips bubbling for both Javi G and Pero that are AU and I think what's hard about them is that they take a lot more work to make them feel genuine. There are situations I'm writing for them that I have to guess how they'd react because that's not part of the cannon they came from. I guess my fatal flaw in writing fic is that I take it too seriously and hold on too tightly to the character. But then, that's what I really love in someone else's fic is when they land bang on with that boy.

But to your question, I think the fic that sold me on AU were a couple of what I call "soft AU." In that they're both Pero fics that keep the cannon of where he's from, but they time travel him.

@leslie-lyman's Stranger at My Gate and @writeforfandoms' Born to Be Wild are two of my favorites. And what I love about them is that while they both feature a time-traveling Pero, they are both completely different.

Leslie paints Pero as a character of his era, one who takes time to understand this new world and his place in it. He becomes well fed (in more ways than one) and becomes a deeply empathic character.

Meanwhile, Jen's Pero takes his impulsive side and amplifies it, gleefully examining his gluttony and his dismissiveness of the frivolous parts of our modern times. He finds values in the things that bring familiarity and comfort and runs at them with gusto and competence.

I love them both.

And find them both equally true. And they were both kind of my gateway into reading more AU. As for writing it? Like I said, harder for me, but I'm trying. I know some folks see Bookshop as AU, but again, I feel it's a more "soft AU" if any at all, because I did keep it in the same universe with all the character history and canon attached. Other than a couple of little thought experiments, I feel like I've yet to write a real, hard and fast AU fic.

That Oberyn series does keep calling though....

[beefrobeefcal]

hello beefro darling!!

i'm on a mission to earn a @pedroscouts badge (they're like pokemon i want them all) but i also wanted to use it as an opportunity to say hello!! i think you're very neat and i want to be friends so i made you this bracelet that you can't wear but i hope you'll enjoy it anyway <3

my question for you is: what is your most watched/comfort pedro movie/show? even if it's not necessarily your favorite character bc i know those are two different answers for me at least 😂

Thank you, Freely! I love it! 🔥🏕️🥩💜

I'm so glad you reached out and now we're friends! I have one for you, too:

Now for the answer:

Don't get me wrong, I adore Javier Pena, but he's not my P-Boy-In-Chief. Regardless, I will hunker down and watch NARCOS ad nauseum because why the hell would I pass up S1 E2 19:59 or S2 E3 44:30??

Yours in sin,

Beefro👌🥩💜

[toomanytookas]

Hi there! I saw you're a fellow Pedro Scout, and I thought I'd share a friendship bracelet with you.

If you don't mind me asking, what's your fandom origin story?

Thank you so much for this wonderful bracelet, fellow scout Maggie! I will treasure it forever and it’s very nice to meet you.

I’ve attempted (rather shoddily) to make you a little pixel art one inspired by your beautiful masterlist colour scheme! PS for the Pedro Scouts! 💕

As for my fandom origin story, I kind of have two answers! The first is that my gateway character was Din Djarin. The TikTok algorithm had been feeding me Mando content because it was adjacent to another fandom I was in, someone in the comments mentioned a couple of fics they were reading, and I got hooked as a lurker reader in the PPCU from there as I quickly started realising that authors I was enjoying often wrote for multiple Pedro characters.

Particularly in the context of my becoming a scout, I think another way of thinking about an origin story would be to consider how I became more active participant. I credit that wholeheartedly to @prolix-yuy , @oonajaeadira , @chronically-ghosted , and @burntheedges , whose responses to my longer comments early-ish in my time as a reader in this fandom made me start to believe I wasn’t being overly self centred for wanting to try and convey what I particularly loved about a fic back to its author at a more granular level.

I’m a pretty socially anxious person and in past fandoms have been a bit more shy interacting with authors but I’m getting better at being confident about it (additional thanks very much owed to @schnarfer , @undercoverpena , and @secretelephanttattoo ) and I couldn’t be more grateful for that early gentleness and interaction and I’ve been trying to pay it forward since.

This is probably way too detailed and rambling a response for the purpose of this bracelet exchange, but I think it’s also reflective of what I’m like in my fandom engagement so maybe it’s very apt. 😂

Thank you so much for picking me to reach out to and for your patience while I thought about my response. I’d love to hear your origin story, too, and hope we can keep chatting! 🥰

[whocaresstillthelouvre]

Hi, Mallory! I'm Megan - nice to meet a fellow Pedro Scout!

Here's a friendship bracelet I made just for you, and a question:

Do you have a favorite Pedro photoshoot?

(Also: I love your blog title. 🤣🙌)

Eeee! I love this bracelet! Hi Megan!

I do have a favorite Pedro shoot. I still can't get over the GQ Hawaii shoot. In fact the hoodie pic is one of the first pics I ever saved of him on my phone. (lololol the good old days of having only 3 pics of him versus 3,000 now) Something about it is sooo 'pretending I'm taking pics of my insanely hot boyfriend being handsome and charming in paradise.'

And thank you, WCSTL is my favorite Lorde song... in fact probably one of my favorite songs ever. Melodrama is a very delulu album and I like to apply a lot of it to my pretend Pascal boyfriends.