#pp for pp

[queermania]

if i’m ever brutally murdered and everyone feels like they need to do something productive in my memory, all i want is for you to pass legislation banning LED headlights in my name. regardless of how irrelevant it is to my murder. it’s relevant to my heart.

[shigure]

hello. if you thought this post was entertaining please download and play this game my friends made. they're smarter and funnier than i am and everything i do is a commercial for their hard work

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[foxleotie]

In case anyone needs a reminder…

Being transgender does not make you intersex.

Going through HRT does not make you intersex. Surgery cannot make you intersex.

Intersex people are born with atypical variations of physical, biological sex characteristics. That is what makes someone intersex.

Perisex trans people (especially on Reddit) have been recently insisting that just being transgender makes you intersex, and therefore able to speak over intersex people on issues that specifically affect us, especially when it comes to dangerous and offensive terminology. This is not true.

Also the idea that you can somehow “make yourself intersex” is untrue. You can make your body more androgynous through things like hormone treatment and surgery, but that does not make you intersex.

Falsely claiming intersex identity based on these things isn’t *always* malicious (though it is often done to speak over us) but it is always harmful.

[rinkudonuts]

What should've happened

no more wiener

[lazysoulwriter]

no calls go unanswered - pedro pascal.

requested! thank you. ♡ content: fluff, celebrity!Pedro Pascal x wife!reader, FaceTime call during live interview, casual flirting, audience reactions, bilingual teasing, wife laughing on air, Pedro being soft and whipped.

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Jimmy is mid-question, something about The Last of Us and the intensity of filming in the cold, when Pedro’s phone buzzes on the armrest beside him.

He glances at it once, does a little double take, and mutters, “Oh no.”

Jimmy raises a brow. “Everything okay?”

Pedro lifts his hand apologetically, already reaching for the phone. “I’m so sorry��my wife’s calling. I have to answer. I always answer.”

The audience laughs, thinking it’s a bit, but Pedro’s already tapping the green button.

“Hi, amor,” he says, screen lighting up with your face.

You’re in your kitchen, wearing one of his sweaters and sipping coffee. “Hi, bebe. You forgot to pick up the almond milk again.”

Pedro blinks. “I’m on Jimmy Fallon right now.”

Your eyes widen for half a second—then you burst into laughter. Loud, real, belly-deep laughter that carries right into his mic.

The crowd erupts.

“Díos mio” you say between giggles. “Are you serious? Right now?”

Pedro holds up the phone like he’s showing off a masterpiece. “Say hi to America.”

“Hi, America!” you beam, still laughing. “This man left his socks on the bathroom floor again, by the way.”

“Babe,” he groans, dragging a hand over his face. “You’re exposing me on national television.”

You smirk. “Good. They should know how real love survives sock chaos.”

Jimmy’s nearly crying with laughter. “This is the best thing that’s ever happened on this show.”

Pedro’s grinning now, eyes soft. “Can I call you back in twenty minutes, my love?”

“Only if you promise to bring almond milk and stop leaving your towels on the bed.”

He sighs. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” you sing, blowing him a kiss before hanging up.

Pedro turns back to Jimmy, cheeks a little pink. “Sorry. She forgets I’m famous sometimes.”

Jimmy leans in, teasing. “Honestly? So do we. You're just Pedro and Wife now. America's couple.”

The internet, of course, would clip the whole thing before the night even ends. One fan account captions it:

“He always answers her calls. I’m crying real tears.” Another adds: “Their chemistry is insane. She roasted him AND flirted mid-interview?? QUEEN.”

And the top comment just says:

“He found a real one.”

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✦ please do not copy, repost, or translate this work. © lazysoulwriter // i write with a lot of love and care, so please respect that.

[utane]

Not to fujo out completely, but...

[m1stm3]

mdni!! (ﾟωﾟ)

satoru pauses in the middle of when you’re fucking to squeeze his eyes shut and thank whatever higher beings out there that he has a big dick.

because despite literally being born the strongest, he’d be damned if he couldn’t fuck you the way he does. he could handle living without the six eyes and limitless but not being able to fuck you correctly?? he’d rather drop dead on the spot.

[mothnether]

hehehe

[graymer]

who else is up watching season 2 episode 5 for the thirteenth time oh okay just me

[queermania]

i think before you marry someone, you should sit down and go through the AITA subreddit with them and see what their take on those situations is

[shigure]

this post was about transmisogynist hate mobs online. you are all so fucking stupid i'm sorry. i don't even have anything else to say honestly just play proverbs of hell

[swagvo1d]

decay

[lazysoulwriter]

eyes on her. - pedro pascal.

requested! thank you. ♡ content: Pedro x actress!reader, red carpet setting, public relationship, established couple, soft obsession, internet thirst, proud boyfriend energy, fluff with intense sexual tension.

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It wasn’t their first red carpet together — but it was the first one where your name was in bold letters on the marquee behind you.

Your movie. Your moment.

Pedro had offered to let you walk alone, give you the full spotlight. He knew how hard you’d worked for it. But the second he saw you step out of the car in that dress — elegant, backless, sculpted to perfection — any idea of playing it cool went right out the damn window.

You posed with confidence. Poised, graceful, your smile soft but powerful. A woman completely in her element.

And Pedro? Pedro stood just off to the side, jaw slack, pupils dilated, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek like he was holding back a feral groan.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath.

You glanced at him, already laughing. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“I can’t,” he whispered, hand reaching for your waist as you turned for another round of photos. “You look like a fucking goddess.”

The flashbulbs were relentless. You turned and smiled, did the practiced poses, but every few seconds your eyes flicked to him — and he was still staring. Devouring. Like he couldn’t believe you were real. His hand hovered at the small of your back the whole time, barely touching, just enough to make you feel grounded.

Someone in the crowd shouted, “Pedro! Look at her like you love her!”

He didn’t even blink. “I do.”

—

The photos hit Twitter within minutes. And the internet did not survive.

📸 Pedro Pascal at the [movie title] premiere, looking at his girlfriend like he wants to frame her and hang her in the Louvre. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

“He’s not looking at her. He’s worshiping her.” “I’m sorry but if my man doesn’t look at me like Pedro looks at her, I don’t want it.” “Pedro Pascal stans HER and I stan HIM for that.” “You just know he was whispering filth in her ear between shots.”

You didn’t even open the full feed — just scrolled past enough to blush and toss your phone facedown on the hotel bed. Pedro caught a glimpse over your shoulder and smirked.

“Internet’s losing it, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. “They think you’re obsessed with me.”

He stepped behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, voice rough at your ear.

“They’re right.”

And when you turned to kiss him, hands tugging at the lapels of his suit, you knew — for all the flashing lights and all the eyes on you — his were the only ones that ever really mattered.

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✦ please do not copy, repost, or translate this work. © lazysoulwriter // i write with a lot of love and care, so please respect that.

[kulai]

DAY 5 - 6: Vision and Worst Fear

but whose fear?.... check this out on twt! :3

[meaningtotellyou]

yknow what. you’re right