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[thesmokinpossum]

Before an evening at the museum 🍃💚💚

[demoneyesanddamagedsouls]

The Thought Of You

A/N: A heart wrenching, protective drabble of Javier Peña. Written for the lovely people of Pascal Rascals (and the fic club 😽) I hope you enjoy! (spanish translations are at the bottom)

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, Canon typical violence, language, blood, Protective Javi, Soft Javi (let me go cry myself to sleep)

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What a fucking situation you’d gotten yourself into…

You were strapped to a chair in a crumbling building on the outskirts of Medellín miles away from anyone or anything. Standing in front of you was one of Escobar’s lackies. A cigarette leisurely hanging out of his mouth, watching you as his men worked you over.

“Are you ready to talk yet, puta?” He spits the insult in your face, venom dripping from every syllable.

“Not even close.” You spit back but exhaustion was starting to set in. They’d been grilling you for hours and you could already feel your body was breaking out in bruises from the constant punches, jabs, and kicks.

He nods at the man to his left, and in a split second you are receiving a sharp hit to your jaw. Gritting your teeth at the pain, you spit out the blood that flooded your mouth. “Bésame el culo, cabrón.”

“Stubborn bitch.” He mutters as his men continue the beatings. Another jab to the ribs, another kick to the shins, a gut punch with such force behind it, it sends the chair flying backwards with you in it.

Now facing the ceiling with all the air pushed from your lungs, you gasp out attempting to breath. The men around you are laughing at the pain your clearly in. “Maybe she’ll finally talk.” They chuckle to themselves.

Your vision is starting to go cloudy and all you can taste is blood when suddenly you hear a loud bang. You look around and see agents in Kevlar flood the room you’re in, taking the targets down and cuffing them. All of a sudden, your chair is being lifted up and you come face to face with Javi. His eyes are glazed over in panic as he cuts you free of your binds. His breathing is shallow as he lifts you gently out of the chair and carries you outside, your arms immediately wrap around his shoulders, clutching him with all the strength you have left. Outside, in the light of the sun setting, he can see you, all of you and all the bruises and cuts that litter your body. He gasps sharply at your battered appearance, tears welling in the corner of his eyes. With shaky hands he reaches up to touch your face and you lean your cheek into his palm, wincing in pain.

"Oh, carino what have they done to you?" He whispers, his voice tight with anguish. "Y-you weren't answering your phone and I just knew something had gone wrong. I had to come find you, mi corazon, mi alma, mi vida..."

"I'm ok Javi..." You whisper back, sighing into his hand "The thought of you kept me strong mi amor."

He looks deep into your eyes searching them with his own, the brown depths brimming with emotion. He pulls you towards him, his lips colliding with yours. The kiss is passionate and intense, flooding your senses, conveying everything he couldn't say, all his grief at the thought of losing you, and every ounce of love for you he poured into the kiss.

Pulling away, the two of you rest your foreheads together, both catching your breath. "I could never lose you mi amor, I would be empty without you. Never leave me my love..."

***

Spanish Translations

puta - bitch

bésame el culo, cabrón - kiss my ass, motherfucker

carino - dear

mi corazon, mi alma, mi vida - my heart, my soul, my life

mi amor - my love

[ronnieiswriting]

I considered not making this but like.

also its perfect.

[millson87]

Done rewatching season 1 of Mandalorian again. Got a great comicidea while watching it. Now off to season 2.

[thesmokinpossum]

Last year on Halloween I got an 8$ shoulder lenght silver wig at the walmart and trimmed it using craft scissors to get an appropriate wig for a last minute Andy Warhol’s costume and like...It looked pretty bad but I swear on everything Holy that it was better than this and if that’s not sad I don’t know what is

THIS IS OLD SAM??? LMFAOOOO

[sarahjkl82-blog]

Hiiiiii! For the ask game, I’d like to know about 6, 11, 21, 33, and 43! 😊

6: Dream home? I’d love somewhere by the sea so that my view is constantly changing. Big fan of high ceilings and double fronted properties with huge windows too but those would be secondary features to being by the sea.

11. Teleport anywhere in the world: I’d teleport somewhere a little warmer with my pile of unread books and headphones so that I can get some vitamin D, ignore my kids and totally relax. I am not fussy where but if Pedro happened to be there too, I wouldn’t complain 😉

21: Describe your best friend : I’ve known K since I was four so that’s now 34 years of friendship. She is the most human, creative and wonderful person there is and I love her more than life itself.

33. If money was no object, what would my wardrobe be like: I honestly don’t know... I have a very practical wardrobe as being a primary school teacher and a mum, there’s a lot of paint and mud in my life so wellies and stain remover are the order of the day for me. I think the main thing I’d do is get someone to tailor my clothes so they fit properly- I’m an odd shape with big boobs but a small back so if things fit me at the front, they drown the rest of me. Maybe I’d just get a stylist as generally, i look a mess!

43. Guilty pleasure: being here and writing my own fan fic. Genuinely, I’ve always lived inside my head with glorious daydreams, it’s nice to write them down and read others!

Thank you @pascalrascal ❤️❤️❤️

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tagged by @jusdoriange (thank you for thinking of me!!)

fav color : Red

currently reading : The Action Bible, which is a comic book version of the actual fucking bible. It's hysterical and i love it

last song : Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene by Hozier

last movie : 1987 dir. Ricardo Trogi, it's on Canadian Netflix y'all should check it out

last show : The Good Place i think???

Sweet, spicy or savory : None of these. I like when things are sour/bitter

Craving : Something I can't quite put my finger on

Tagging : @badguyswithretainers @yourblues @la-perfide-albion @tomorrowcomest0day @manonmasse @cul-de-saque @blaster-fagget @pascalrascal

[coolercolors]

Tagged by @havssol 🌊☀️

honey and lemon or milk and sugar // musicals or plays // lemonade or unsweetened iced tea // strawberries or raspberries // winter or summer // beaches or forests // diners or cafés // unicorns or dragons // gemstones or crystals // hummingbirds or owls // fireworks or sparklers // brunch or happy hour // sweet or sour // rome or amsterdam // classic or modern art // sushi or ramen // sun or moon // polka dots or stripes // macarons or croissants // glitter or matte // degas or seurat // aquariums or planetariums // road trip or camping trip // colouring books or water colour // fairy lights or candles

I tag: @pascalrascal, @javla-underbart, @jacava

[overthinkinghomo]

Pascalrascal and boredtojeff for sure 🙈🙈🙈

I only know the latter but good shout lol

[thesmokinpossum]

Snail friends 🐌🌱⛆

[demoneyesanddamagedsouls]

Sparring Partners

Chapter 1: Office Politics

A/N: Oh my goodness hi! This is chapter one of quite a few of my first ever fanfic starring my absolute favourite Pedro Pascal’s Agent Whiskey. I feel like I haven’t seen enough fics with him in it and I thought I better write one myself. Feedback and comments are so welcome, I’d love to hear your thoughts, and if you’d like to be tagged for the upcoming chapters just let me know! xxx

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x F! Reader

I have also just created a playlist for ya’ll to listen to while reading. I hope it gets you even more invested! ✨COCKY COWBOY PLAYLIST✨

Summary: You and Agent Whiskey are long time rivals. As Statesman agents you both have been put up for the same promotion and this mission is your final chance to prove yourself. Have you got what it takes?

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Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Slight Language

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CHAPTER 1: Office Politics

You and Tequila circle each other in the ring, moving expertly as the new recruits looked on, watching your every move. Darting forward you catch him with a sharp jab under the ribs, startling him. He makes his move aiming a strong blow at your jaw, but you duck away with seconds to spare moving just out of his range. Tequila turns around and smiles at you gesturing with his hand for you to come closer. You lunge at him aiming another devastating blow to his stomach, but he knows your play. Sidestepping your punch, he grabs hold of your arm throwing you to the ground and completely winding you. Your eyes go fuzzy as you try to regain your strength. You have to think on your feet. As he’s smiling at the crowd of recruits all of them cheering him on, a grin spreads across your face.

Idiot.

Lightening quick you lift your torso and wrap your legs around Tequila’s shoulder and chest, pulling him to the ground with such momentum it takes all the breath out of his lungs and he wheezes. You quickly throw your legs over his stomach, straddling him and holding him down.

“Alright, alright Vodka! I yield!” He laughs as he realises, he’s been defeated. Again.

You lift off him and help him to his feet. “That’s why you never celebrate before you know you’ve won.” You say addressing the recruits. You heard some snickers from the back, no doubt at Tequila’s expense at his quite sudden defeat.

“Now after Tequila catches his breath…” You chuckle, “we’ll start running through some of the moves we just demonstrated. Its important to tackle different opponents to learn how…” You trail off as Champ enters the training facility.

“I see you are all enjoying your training” Says Champ, his voice a booming presence in the large room, “a little more than I expected.” He smiles over at you and Tequila, “Unfortunately I need to steal Vodka away from you for a short while.”

He nods over at Tequila. Tequila responds in kind, then turns to the recruits. “Alright everyone let’s split off into pairs and practice some of those moves.” You hear him say as you walk out of the room.

You walk down the hallway next to Champ towards the elevator. Stepping in Champ leans forward and pushes the top button. We were heading for the main conference room. As the elevator clunks to life, you slowly leave the basement level and emerge into the bright glow of the afternoon sun. The glass capsule of the elevator allowing a full view across the Statesman distillery, a place you had come to call your home after 8 amazing years of working as an agent. You reminisce as you look out across the large estate, thinking about how you first got here. You were a young runaway, freshly 18, out of luck and out of money. To make ends meet you had become a great pool hustler… and an excellent thief. You were light fingered, quick and if you ever got caught you knew how to defend yourself. However, one day you picked the wrong pocket.

***

Seeing an easy score as you passed through the local fete, an older gentleman decked out in a dashing suit with a matching black Stetson, his wallet practically hanging out of his jacket pocket. You purposefully shoulder past him knocking him lightly, using the opportunity to sneak your hand into his jacket, relieving him of his wallet. Apologising quickly, you continue along, mindful to keep your head down so as not to be spotted later when the gentleman finally realised what had happened. As you rounded the corner to move away from the large crowd you stumbled headfirst into a tall foreboding man in a white Stetson. What is it with the cowboy look in these parts? You thought to yourself.

Attempting to move past him you suddenly feel the grip of a hand on your shoulder. “Now hold on there little one. Just what do you think your doin’?” The stranger drawled as he kept a firm hold on you.

“Nothing,” you said keeping your eyes trained on him as you continued, “Just lookin’ for my parents is all.”

“And what’s that wallet in your hand got to do with finding your parents?” He questions, a small knowing smirk creeping across his face.

You feel panic start to rise through your chest as you realise you might not be able to get out of this, you’re boxed in and the man currently holding you is not someone you think you can beat in hand-to-hand combat. You needed to think on your feet. Standing next to him, resting all your weight on your feet you quickly sweep your right leg forward and then straight backwards, the full force of your body colliding into the back of his knees causing him to crumple onto the floor, releasing his grip on you. He reaches for your ankles, but you see his movements just in time to tumble out of the way. Back on your feet you dash down the path behind the fete tents in a desperate attempt to flee.

You smiled to yourself as you wove your way along, hidden from the hustle and bustle of the fete. You got away you thought as you turned around, only to see the stranger once more. Your face distorting in disbelief and then suddenly everything went black.

Never celebrate before you know you’ve won…

…

You woke to find yourself sat in a soft leather chair in an office lined with rich mahogany bookshelves filled to the brim with books. Swivelling around you find a large window looking out onto a spectacular evening sky, the sun just setting, lighting up the clouds with beautiful orange and purple hues. Shit. How long have I been out? What the fuck happened? You swivel round again to find the door to the office, realising you can hear voices behind it.

“Why on earth did you bring her back here Tequila?”

“I thought she’d make a fine recruit.” That voice you recognised, the stranger from the fete. “She managed to take me down swiftly with no training at all. Not to mention she managed to elude your notice when she grabbed your wallet straight out of your jacket.” You heard a chuckle. So, the other voice must be the gentleman you stole from.

“Well, I’m inclined to agree with you Tequila.” A third voice chimed in, “We’re always on the lookout for new talent and she definitely has potential.”

What on earth had you gotten yourself into?

The three gentlemen entered the office to find you staring directly at them, your fight or flight response kicking in. The panicked look on your face evident as your muscles tensed up.

“Woah, woah, there sweetheart, we’re not here to hurt you.” The older gentleman spoke, “In fact we’re here to offer you a job.” He smiles at you giving you a long hard look up and down, sizing you up.

You look back at the stranger who you now understood was named Tequila, the one who obviously brought you here. “There are better ways of doing that other than knocking a person out cold.” You shoot directly at him with a distasteful glare.

A loud chuckle erupted from the older man at your response. “That’s certainly true young lady.” Turning to address Tequila and the other man in the room, “You’re right she definitely has some fight in her.”

“Am I being held against my will? Or am I allowed to leave?” You shoot back, confusion still evident in your voice.

“Feel free to be on your way.” Grunted the man under the black Stetson, a bruised ego evidently still weighing on him. You smiled at the thought.

“You’re certainly able to leave if that’s what you’d like,” Said the older man giving him a hard stare, “No one will force you to stay. But I hope you’ll hear us out on that job offer I spoke of. I think its high time we introduced ourselves gentlemen. My names Champ, this is Agent Tequila,” Tequila dips his hat to you in response, “and this is Agent Whiskey.”

“Agent?” You responded, surprise registering on your face.

“Yes, Agent. This is Statesman, a secret independent intelligence agency.” Your mouth opens in shock as you listen to Champs explanation. “You’re currently sitting in my office in our Head Quarters in the fine state of Kentucky. And it seems that you may have what it takes to become an agent here if you’d be interested. It’ll take a lot of training and hard work but it’s a very rewarding path to take in life.” You brain running over everything Champ was saying at a 100 miles per hour. “So… what do you think? Are you interested in my offer?”

Purpose, that is what you had been searching for your whole life. Although, it seemed it had found you instead. “Absolutely.” You smiled, what had you got to lose?

***

“We’ve got a new op we need you on.” Champ says as you walk towards the conference room snapping you out of your thoughts. “We’ll run through the specifics when we get there. Now just remember that teamwork is vital here in Statesman and don’t you forget that…” You give Champ a quizzical look. As you open the doors you realise why, finding yourself face to face with the one man in Statesman who knew just how to get under your skin. Agent Whiskey. “Hey there sugar.”

Your confusion quickly changes to distaste as you stare up at the agent, a forced smile plastered across his lips under his black Stetson. His deep brown eyes smouldered with the same distaste you felt. Ever since your fateful first meeting he had disliked you, making sure to be nuisance to you whenever he was able. It’s not like you made it any better, you constantly made an effort to show him up whenever you were competing. Always reminding him of that day you first met especially in front of the other agents, a conversation which never failed to make Whiskey angry, a deep flush making its way across his cheeks, caused by anger or embarrassment you never knew. All you knew was that you loved to tease him and best him whenever you could. You both were professional when you needed to be, always putting the mission first, but your rivalry was always there.

“Hey there Whiskey,” You said through gritted teeth. “So… Champ what is this op that requires Whiskey and I’s expertise?” Directing your question to Champ with a quizzical brow, curious as to what type of mission would require the two of you specifically.

“Well, it seems we have a potential problem right here in our own backyard.” Champ starts as he gestures for the two of you to sit down. As the three of you take your seats, Champ at the head of the table, Whiskey and you across the table from each other, he continues. “We noticed that a few private hospitals and medical centres in the area have been bought up by a company that we had been keeping tabs on called CleanPlanet. They have been managing to stay out of the news, but the company has recently been responsible for some very dangerous drug trials which resulted in a large number of casualties.” He lets out an audibly frustrated sigh. “They have been paying people off and continuing to conduct these trials, and now they may just have the facilities to conduct them on a larger scale. I need the two of you to figure out what is going on, what they are testing at these facilities and what they are trying to achieve. You both have your own strengths that you bring to the table and I need both of you working different angles to get to the bottom of this mess.”

Champ turns to Whiskey, “I need you to infiltrate the higher ups of the company, find out who is running this operation and what they’re trying to accomplish. And Vodka,” He turns to you, “I need you to get a look into the hospitals, find out exactly what trials they’re running and what is happening to the patients of these tests. Make sure you both keep each other up to date on whats happening on your end so you both have all the information you need. Report back to me with any solid leads you have so we can figure out our next move. I need you both to work together on this one alright. So, remember to keep it civil.”

“Yes Champ.” You both say in unison.

“I’m glad to hear it.” He smiles, rolling his eyes. “I also need to tell you that I’ll be keeping a close eye on the both of you. I have thought long and hard about this and I plan on stepping down as the head of this organisation.” Shock registers on Whiskey’s and yours faces but Champ continues talking as if it was just another statement. “I’ve been working here and running this operation for most of my life and I’m gettin’ tired. I want to settle down with the misses on a nice ranch of my own to enjoy the time I have left with her, my kids, and my grandkids. Every minute of this job has been thrilling but I want to start stepping back and making time for my family. After much deliberation I believe one of the two of you would be the best fit for this position. So, consider this mission a final show of skills and strengths before I make my decision on who will be my replacement.”

Unable to wipe the surprise off your face you stutter, “T-Thank you for this opportunity Champ. Its an honour to be considered for this position… I won’t let you down.”

“Yes, thank you Champ it’s a real honour.” Whiskey says with a similar expression to yours evident on his face. For once he doesn’t exude the cocky energy he usually has.

Unfortunately, this doesn’t last long, as he turns to face you once more, a smirk forming on his lips. “Well then Vodka, it seems we have a challenge on our hands… May the best agent win.” You look deep into his eyes, a wicked glint behind them, his lips curled into a mischievous grin.

What an exciting challenge. I look forward to showing him who’s the boss. You think to yourself, an equally cheeky smile spreading across your face.

“Alright Whiskey… Let the games begin.”

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i'm astral projecting to another realm unknown by mankind

[thesmokinpossum]

@pascalrascal so do you think our city saw this post and decided to go for it or..?

The trouble with public art installations is that even among those that don’t strive to be inoffensively bland, too many of them are designed to be cute or inspiring or edgy or otherwise provoke a specific, well-defined emotion. What we need is more public art whose intended reaction is “what in the goddamn…?”

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@keithrichrds tagged me to post my top 10 favorite songs, and this is gonna be a hard one, but here it goes:

* Marilyn Monroe - Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend

* Allie X - Love Me Wrong

* Britney Spears - Toxic 

* Andrew Lloyd Webber - The Phantom of the Opera

* Lana Del Rey - Cherry

* Lorde - Tennis Court

* Marina and the Diamonds - Guilty

* Simone Mazzer - Dei um Beijo na Boca no Medo

* St. Vincent - Paris is Burning

* Nina Simone - Black is the Color of my True Love’s Hair

I tag @witchcrafts @diamonddoll @faggerall @pascalrascal @robertagentry @mascpassing @rupaulsdragracefuckedupdrag

[thesmokinpossum]

We had an impromptu little birthday feast...

[demoneyesanddamagedsouls]

My Girl

A/N: Jealous Whiskey, I love him so much I needed to write a one shot for my favourite cowboy. Written for the lovely people of Pascal Rascals (and the fic club 😽 especially you Franki) I hope you enjoy! 

Pairing: Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x F!Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, language, blood, Protective & Jealous Whiskey (I’m really killing myself with these soft fics)

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Whiskey and you were leaning up against the bar in this fancy club, you were on a mission and your target was in the corner in a secluded booth. Both of you were subtly keeping tabs on him waiting for the right moment to approach. Whiskey had his arm around your waist his large hand resting on its curve. It was rather distracting you from your main goal, the warmth and presence of his grip clouding your mind. Suddenly Whiskey leans over and whispers in your ear jolting you back to earth.

His voice husky and low, "Hey sugar, I think our target is heading in our direction. Get ready." His breath is hot on your neck sending goosebumps up your skin. Slowly moving away, he licks his lips and smiles back up at you playing the part of the smitten boyfriend so well that you almost believed it. You giggle lightly in response, playing your part whilst trying to cover up the heat that had risen to your cheeks.

You reach for your drink taking a swig and swiftly polishing off your glass of Statesman whiskey to keep your nerves in check. Removing yourself from Whiskeys grasp you turn around to see the target looking you up and down, his eyes resting on your ass. What a creep, you think to yourself, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. The target saunters over to you and puts a hand on your hip his hand gripping tight. He looks over your shoulder, gesturing with his chin at Whiskey, “Are you with this hillbilly cowboy sweetheart? Or can I buy you a drink?” He drawls, his eyes glinting with lust. You look behind you to see a fuming Whiskey, his eyes dark with rage, his gaze fixated on the targets hand and where it was resting, his fists clenched by his sides.

You give him a look trying to tell him to calm the fuck down with your eyes and then look back at your target. Looking back at the target you whisper in his ear, “He’s with me but I’m not his, so your more than welcome to buy me a drink.”

“I’m so very glad to hear it.” He says as he pulls you over to the bar and ordering you some top shelf dark liquor. As you lifted it to your lips you felt his hand move across your back and down to rest on your ass. What a charmer, you thought as you gritted your teeth. You did not want to be touched by this man, but you’d have to endure for the sake of the mission. Smiling up at the target you go to ask him a question when suddenly Whiskey appears in the corner of your eye.

All of a sudden Whiskey’s fist collides with the targets face and you see blood fly out of his mouth. “Stop touching, my girl” He grits out, his eyes filled with rage and his mouth curled into a snarl. You whip around and stare him down angrily.

“What the hell Whiskey?” You yell as he drags you out of the club and swiftly into the side alley, his grip on your arm tight. Ripping yourself from his grip you look back up at him, eyes filled with anger and hurt. “What the fuck do you think your doing? I had that totally under control and you just went ahead and ruined the mission! Just because I bruised your ego by doing my job.” You grit out, angry that he hadn’t trusted you to complete the mission.

His gaze softening, he looks deep into your eyes, “I- I don’t know what came over me sweetheart… I saw him touch you, and I started seeing red. That bastard doesn’t deserve to touch you. No one does…” The words flying from his mouth as he tried to explain his actions. “Not even me…” He whispers, barely audible, but you hear.

“Whiskey what do you mean, what are you trying to say?” You say softly confusion evident on your face. All of a sudden, he crashes his lips on yours as he grasps your waist and pulls you into him. The kiss is bruising and passionate filled with longing. He pulls away and you both gasp catching your breath.

“I’m sorry darling but I can’t hide this any longer, I may not deserve you, but I can’t stand the thought of you being with any other man but me.” He looks at you, deep brown eyes full of worry and hope. You could get lost in those beautiful eyes for the rest of your life. You don’t need to speak; you respond by returning the kiss with one of your own. Deep and crushing as you both give into your desires after waiting for so long. Pulling of his hat you tangle your hand in his soft brown hair and he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you even closer. Finally pulling apart, you look at each other in wonder, “I can’t believe you feel the same way sweetheart…” Whiskey whispers, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. That smile melted your heart.

“How could I resist that adorable southern charm?” You chuckled, happiness filling your heart, the mission completely forgotten as you drowned in the loving gaze of your favourite cowboy…