#man i reblogged i lot of pedro stuff huh?

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I posted 4,639 times in 2022

That's 4,087 more posts than 2021!

46 posts created (1%)

4,593 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@humanransome-note

@ohheyitsokay

@softpedropascal

@pettyprocrastination

@wanderrghost

I tagged 2,991 of my posts in 2022

Only 36% of my posts had no tags

#pedro pascal characters - 1,647 posts

#gifs - 839 posts

#pedro pascal - 795 posts

#fanart - 744 posts

#amazing - 730 posts

#din djarin - 600 posts

#the mandalorian - 578 posts

#grogu djarin - 371 posts

#beautiful brown eyes - 287 posts

#ezra prospect - 270 posts

Longest Tag: 106 characters

#yeah sure put him with the girl who called the people in the covert that he grew up in 'religious zealots'

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Day 8 - Match 👕👕

Javier Peña & Steve Murphy wearing matching shirts.

30 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

#4

"Pedro's Picks" Playlist 💜👑🎶

Below is a list of links to all of the songs that Pedro mentioned in CJSW Radio's "Breaking Techniques" Episode from 5/22/22. (I don't have Spotify or anything like that - I just listen to music on YouTube like a weirdo). Man does Pedro have AMAZING taste in music. 🎶

Deee-Lite Theme (Deee-Lite)

Time is Tight (Booker T & the M.G.'s)

Come See About Me (The Supremes)

New York City by Day (Thomas Newman)

Puro Teatro (La Lupe)

Miss Celie's Blues (Quincy Jones)

Fight the Power (Public Enemy)

Be My Baby (The Ronettes)

Suzanne (Nina Simone)

Paloma Negra (Chavela Vargas)

The First Time I Ever Saw Your Face (Roberta Flack)

Iko Iko (The Dixie Cups)

Soul Makossa (Manu Dibango)

...and finally, for the grand finale, Pedro's #1 Favorite Song Ever...

Purple Rain (Prince) 💜🎶☔️

I'm also gonna leave a link to an NME article that talks about Pedro's "Soundtrack of My Life," where he lists songs like the first song he remembers listening to (Ring My Bell - Anita Ward), the first song that he fell in love with (White Wedding - Billy Idol), & the song that he wants to be played at his funeral (which again is Purple Rain which is no surprise at all 💜). Pedro has had a really interesting life, & I thought that it was cool to have him tell it through music. 🎶

42 notes - Posted May 22, 2022

#3

Day 2 - Scurry 💨

Little Grogu scurrying into his Papa's arms. <3 <3

(Tbh I would do the same if I ever saw Mando reaching toward me)

54 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

#2

whenever i'm feeling sad or whenever i'm having a bad day i will now think of pedro pascal saying the word ✨wizard ✨over & over again in a recording booth.

154 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

There's not really a point to this post - this is just an observation I've made regarding the Try Guys & their recent rebranding.

Before the Ned scandal, the Try Guys had a 4-color scheme & each person was associated with a specific color. Ned's color(s) was red/pink.

After Ned got kicked out, the Try Guys company/brand entered the "orange" era.

See the full post

563 notes - Posted October 10, 2022

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Bless Your Heart-Part 3

A/N:  This all started with @deanjensengirlmaggie‘ strange pairings challenge, and it just got out of control...in a good way...or at least I hope you think so. This part is mostly just fluffy and funny and setting the boys up for the next step in solving the case. Thank you to the ones that have liked and commented and reblogged. Feedback is always welcome. If you want to catch up: Part 1 / Part 2  Warnings: Language, some suggestive conversation Summary: Dean and Sam are finally on a case in paradise…otherwise known as San Pedro, Belize. Several tourists have gone missing from Ambergris Caye just as the town’s biggest festival of the year is ready to kick off, and it has the locals spooked. As the boys try to figure out what is snacking on the travelers, they run into a few members of the opposite sex that may or may not make this job a bit more difficult (but at least hotter) than most…bless their hearts <3

Dean nearly gave Sam whiplash when he jerked their golf cart off the road to pull into this place. Dean claimed he “could smell the deliciousness” a block before they even reached the shabby purple restaurant, and as soon as he saw the little local woman cooking on a grill out front and a handwritten sign advertising a lobster burrito, he whipped right in.

“Purple restaurant, pink golf cart, acting all twitterpated and in love…must be getting in touch with your feminine side, brother,” Sam chided.  

Dean looked up from his task of locking the steering wheel of the Pepto-colored golf cart and raised one finger in the air.  "Okay, A of all, Sammy, I already told you that this was the only cart left at that place near the airport, so kiss my ass.” He raised a second finger.  “B of all, I might not know much, but I do know a little somethin’ somethin’ about a few things, and food is most definitely one of them. And I’m telling you right now, this place is going to be awesome, so I don’t give a damn if it is purple or covered in fucking glitter, I’m eating here.” He raised a third finger. “And C of all, I’m older so shut your pie hole." Dean playfully slapped Sam on the cheek as he walked past and made his way to the bar. He immediately sat down and ordered himself a beer and burrito and goaded Sam into ordering something alcoholic for himself.

“Alright so what about the guys traveling with the vic? Where are they staying?,” Sam asked his brother as the bartender sat a bloody mary down in front of him.

“Some swanky joint on the North end of the island. Coco Beach was the name I think.” Dean took a swig of his beer and turned his attention to the TVs behind the bar. One was on a news station showing coverage of the San Pedro Lobster Festival, one had a soccer game and the last one was showing some barely dressed woman singing a song that Dean didn’t understand one damn word of.

“Hey man check it out.” Sam nudged him, pulling Dean’s attention from gyrating woman on the far screen. He nodded towards the first TV. The picture had changed and showed a reporter standing in  front of the Jaguar Night Club with a banner across the bottom of the shot that read, “Missing tourist’s body found.” The reporter went on to mention that Michael Frederick was last seen alive at a “special event hosted by the Jaguar, where he and his friends were celebrating his upcoming marriage. Dean noted how the woman actually formed air quotes when talking about that special event and wondered out loud what the hell that was about.

“I don’t have any idea, but looks like we need to add that place to our list of stops for this afternoon,” Sam answered as he took a sip from his bloody mary. When the vodka hit the back of his throat, a slight shiver went down his spine and he pulled his lips back in a quiet hiss. It was good, but he didn’t think he could choke down another swallow, no matter how much shit his older brother might give him for it.

Dean might have looked preoccupied with the news story playing out on screen in front of him, but he hadn’t missed the sickly look on Sam’s face when that alcohol hit his taste buds.

“God, I never knew sasquatches were such pansies. You let a couple girls and a few water moccasin shots take you down on night one. What a shame.”

“Screw you.” Sam rolled his eyes and spun on his seat so his back rested against the bar as he watched the traffic cruise down Middle Street. “If you hadn’t been so preoccupied making goo goo eyes at Y/N, you’d be in the same boat I am, and you fucking know it.”

“Puppy dog eyes are your department, nimrod. Not mine. I don’t need tricks to be irresistible to the ladies. All it takes is a little…” Dean’s voice trailed off and his eyes widened as their waiter sat a gigantic lobster burrito plate in front of him. It took all of about two heartbeats before Dean was gnawing on that thing like his life depended on it.

“Uh huh, whatever you say brother.”

Dean looked up and tried to tell his brother about “his game with the ladies” while simultaneously chewing several oversized bites of his meal.  The result was something that sounded more like a foreign language than a witty comeback.

“So you mean to tell me that if Y/N walked in right now, you could keep your shit together and not act like a love-struck teenager?” Sam looked sideways and quirked up an eyebrow at his brother, who now slightly resembled a chipmunk with cheeks full of food.

Since a verbal response was out of the question with that much food stuffed in his face, Dean just nodded confidently and attempted to flash an arrogant smile, which immediately caused some sauce to escape his mouth and dribble down his chin and onto his shirt. He reached for a napkin just as Sam called out, “Hey Y/N! Get over here! We were just talking about y’all!”

Dean froze mid-reach as he took a beat to process the words that had just come out of his bitch ass baby brother’s mouth. ‘That son of a bitch,’ he thought as he grabbed a napkin and scrambled to finish wiping off his face and chew up the lump of burrito in his mouth at superhuman speed.

When he glanced over his shoulder and saw the girls wave back and start to make their way across the street, he went into full on panic mode. A wad of food in his mouth, grease still on his face, nasty looking sauce on his shirt, crumbs everywhere…this was not his best look. He still couldn’t get the pile of lobster in his mouth to go down. Jesus Christ, did that shit expand when you tried to eat it or something? Did he take a bite of a tire by mistake?

He reached across the bar again for another napkin to spit the rubbery seafood into, and this time when he pulled his arm back, he took his bottle of beer with it, dumping it squarely in his lap. He gasped and jumped back from the bar like he had been stung, the sudden movement propelling his bar stool over backwards and into the table behind him.

He opened his mouth to apologize to the couple whose meal he’d just ruined, momentarily forgetting he never spit out the food that had caused this whole damn problem in the first place. He realized it a split second later, made one last attempt to swallow the damn stuff, and…choked. Not figuratively either. He literally fucking choked.

Dean doubled over as he tried to heave up the crustacean from hell, but wasn’t having much luck until the bartender rushed over and pounded him on the back. With the other man’s assistance, Dean finally felt the lobster release the choke hold it had on his air way and was able to cough it up and out of his gasping mouth. He took several heaving breaths, the air burning its way down his throat and filling his lungs. The whole ordeal lasted less than a minute, but it certainly felt a hell of a lot longer.  It took a moment for him to muster enough pride to straighten up and face the folks that had just been blessed with a front row seat to the Dean Winchester Shit Show, one of whom was the woman he’d been craving the taste of since their little romp in the alley last night. Fan. Fucking. Tastic.  

Dean saw Y/N first. She was standing there looking sexy as hell in another pair of those daisy dukes, sunglasses pushed back on her head, shocked expression on her face. The looks on Taylor’s and Shelby’s faces were almost identical to Y/N’s…eyes wide, mouths slightly agape, a bit of amusement dancing across their features. He felt his face warm with embarrassment, and for once in his life, he was drawing up blank in the witty comeback/smart ass remark department.

That’s when he heard an amused snort escape from the douche nozzle he used to claim as his younger sibling. He turned slowly towards Sam, preparing to throttle him within an inch of his life. When Dean finally faced him, Sam lost it. The smile and laugh he’d been trying so hard to hold back erupted out of his oversized frame. Dean snarled and took a step towards him, but Sam didn’t even seem to care. He just laughed harder. He threw his head back and then bent forward, tears streaming down his face as he howled his amusement at the scene that had just unfolded before him.

Dean felt the corner of his mouth twitch upwards as Sam gasped and launched into another round of full bodied laughter. It’d been so long since he’d seen his brother this carefree and happy that he couldn’t be that pissed anymore, even if he was the butt of the joke. Still, the deep chuckle that fell from his mouth caught him by surprise. The girls took that little slip as a sign to fall into their own fit of giggles. Y/N was suddenly laughing so hard that no sound was even making it past those gorgeous lips of hers. She dropped to her knees in the middle of the restaurant, the hysterics wracking her body preventing her from standing steadily on her two feet any longer. Dean looked up at Taylor who was leaned against the far wall, head thrown back, shoulders bobbing and Shelby who had collapsed into one of the chairs with one hand thrown over her eyes and the other resting on her chest as though it might explode from the hilarity of it all. He just shook his head and smiled. If a little embarrassment on his part brought Y/N and Sammy this much joy, he’d do it ten times over. He reached down and helped her to her feet before pulling her into his arms.

Y/N looked up at him then, still unable to compose herself as she howled out, “Bless your damn heart, Winchester. That’s some of the funniest shit I’ve ever seen.” She tightened her arms around him and dropped her head to his chest as she fell to pieces again.

Laughter erupted from down deep in his gut, and he didn’t stop until he could no longer breathe. What the hell was this girl doing to him? He couldn’t recall the last time he’d truly felt like he could move past all the things that haunted him and have a true shot at happiness, but he felt that now. Maybe he was finally losing it. Maybe it was just the island air. Or maybe it was the beautiful girl he currently had wrapped in his arms. And he had to admit that when she stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his, he knew his answer.

She broke the kiss suddenly, and Dean’s eyes snapped open. “I guess now would be a good time to mention I’m not one of those women that is polite enough to ask if you are okay before I laugh my ass off at your expense. Think you can handle that?”

“Sweetheart, I can handle anything you throw at me.” He ran his hands softly down her curves, and when he got to her ass, he gripped tightly and pulled her even closer.

Dean dove back in for another kiss but stopped when Sam’s hand slapped down on his shoulder. “So that’s your version of keeping your shit together, huh? Spilling stuff all over yourself, throwing chairs at other people, nearly dying…maybe I should have taken notes. I might need some pointers next ti….” Sam’s joking stopped short as Dean jerked his hand from its resting place and punched Sam straight in the junk. “Fuck…balls...,” Sam squeaked as he doubled over and clutched his family jewels. “I think I’m gonna puke.”

“Serves you right, dude. I’m your big brother, so you should know by now I wasn’t going to let that shit slide. Never have, never will…remember that.”

“Duly noted,” Sam grunted as he struggled to stand upright. “But when you are done, we really do need to head to the North side to question the vic’s friends.”

“Yeah, yeah, give me just a minute.” He turned his attention back to Y/N. “I believe we were talking about how incredibly smooth I am and how you were dying to kiss me again.”

“Hate to break it to you, tough guy, but smooth is the exact opposite of what you were today.” Dean looked at her in feigned horror, so she quickly added, “But miraculously it was totally charming. Somehow you even managed to make being a total spaz downright sexy.”

His pulse quickened at her words and his green eyes brightened as he jokingly said, “Oh yeah, the whole needing the Heimlich maneuver thing was part of the master plan all along.”

“What master plan?”

“The one that ends with you falling in love with me.” Her eyes widened, and when he realized what he said, he quickly tried to play it off. “I’ve got tons of moves left so try to prepare yourself.” He chuckled nervously.

She pressed her whole body against him, and he swore he felt his temperature rise. She stood on her tiptoes and quietly asked, “And when are you going to show me the moves you started to demonstrate last night?”

All the blood in his body made a bee line for his lower half. He turned his head and gritted his teeth, summoning the willpower to resist dragging her out of this restaurant and straight to his hotel room. When he looked back at her standing there, arms crossed, smiling at the effect she had on him, his brain nearly lost the battle it was currently fighting against his dick. He finally responded, “If I’m being honest right now sounds pretty damn perfect, but sadly, I do actually have to load up in that pink golf cart over there that has that horribly ugly moose sitting in it and drag my ass to a resort to question some folks.”

“It’s okay, really. I know you are here for work and that comes first. I think we are going to go back to the hotel for a bit and lay around anyway. But later we may head to the Jaguar club, if you and Sam want to join after you get done solving murders and whatnot.”

“The club is actually on the list of places we need to stop anyway, so I bet we can make that happen. I might even get you to help me with something.”

“Be glad to…as long as you promise to show off some of your dance moves. Sam has Shelby’s number, so just holler at us when you get ready to head out.” He nodded, gave her a quick kiss goodbye, and hopped in the cart with his little brother.

Sam watched his brother’s eyes follow Y/N as she jogged up the street to join Taylor and Shelby. “Dude, you are so screwed.”

Dean blew out a breath. “Don’t I fucking know it. You ready?” Sam nodded his reply. The quicker they got to that resort and questioned everyone, the sooner they might actually solve this thing and be able to enjoy the rest of their time in San Pedro. He turned on the ignition and pushed the pedal to the floor of their brightly colored ride.

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Nickname: Bazz (Read: Batzu) the Snowball (FC)

Starsign: Virgo

Height: 188 cm /  6′2″ (According to namibean, glanced at her direction)

Last thing googled: Uh, lesse here at my browsing history... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Favorite music artists: BMtH, Nirvana, Dream Theater, Guns N’ Roses, actually I swallowed almost all rocks and metals. And some mellows too sometimes whenever I needed. 

Song stuck in your head:  Wanna Be That Song by Brett Eldredge, All In My Head (Flex) [feat. Fetty Wap] by Fifth Harmony, Do You Mind (feat. Nicki Minaj, Chris Brown, August Alsina, Jeremih, Future & Rick Ross) by DJ Khaled, & Black Beatles by Rae Sremmurd  (for now)

Last movie watched: Masterminds (2016), fk this movie was a riot lmao xD

Last TV show I watched: Uh, fun facts, I only watched NEWS at home (this country of mine is a bad joke, the govt. is a bunch of hardcore aholes. Watch us having a revolution soon in the near future)

What are you wearing right now: Red flannel shirt with a pair of boxers

When did you create your blog: Uhh, I guess it was early in last November…

What kind of stuff do you post: Ichiji’s and Smol Ichiji’s RP. Men-wears reblogs, because I love me some advice and exhibits about it. Sometimes I do drawings too.

Do you have any other blogs: Basically a SanNami blog @mapofallblue, and several other RP blogs: @1rxd, @xfthetreetops, and @screnityrxge

Do you get asks regularly: Yeah, actually. Especially for a meme.

Why did you choose your URL: Because he gotta wrecks you, yes, Ichiji wrecks you, ergo 1chijirexu. I know, lame. but, eh.

Gender: Male

Hogwarts house: Possibly Ravenclaw. And Ichiji also possibly a Ravenclaw too.

Pokemon team: (I filled this later)

Favourite colour: Dark Green, Navy, and especially Teal is very calming

Average hours of sleep: 4-5 hours, yeah.

Lucky number: 18

Favorite character(s): Hmm… It’s hard. But I love Sanji the most in fictional world, due to his selfless self and kindness alone, and he’s even too effing real as a fictional character! Several other characters that I love: OP; Nami, Carrot, the Vinsmoke Sibs, Robin, and Pedro. And from the other series: Red and gameverse Sabrina (Pokemon), Capricornus Shura and Andromeda Shun (Saint Seiya, classic), Jean and Mikasa (AoT), Hinomaru (Hinomaru Zumo), Alice (Shokugeki no Soma), King, Diane, Merlin, Escanor (Nanatsu no Taizai, seriously this series had a lot of lovable characters), and several others. I think Imma going to edit these section later.

How many blankets do you sleep with: Pfft, please, real man don’t blanket.

Dream job: Ha, this one is hard. As a brat, I wish to be an artist, and make my own manga or anime, because my childhood filled with the unforgettable Saint Seiya series. But I don’t do arts anymore, well rarely, yeah to be fair. In the end you didn’t get my Dream Job, huh? Haha~

Tagging: Anybody~!