Pedro Pascal Doesnt Owe You Shit.

pedro pascal doesn’t owe you shit.

it is absolutely fine to be disappointed by his absence at cannes. i am too. but he does not have to be there.

for whatever reason he’s pulling away from the attention. the esquire article talked about how guarded he is and his socials have really slowed down. maybe he’s unprepared or overwhelmed by all the tlou hype. i mean his follower count went up by the tens of thousands the day after the premiere. that’s insane.

but some of you have lost the plot. the ones wearing d*ddy’s little girl shirts in fucking public and yelling d*ddy at him at events and trying to convince everyone whether he’s queer or not and complaining there isn’t an explicit scene of him fucking in the strange way of life. it’s not a gay porn made for your fetish. ‘oh but narcos!!’ that’s called characterization. read literally any article from almodovar and understand why sex isn’t the point.

interacting with paparazzi content and making cute little edits - jfc. that’s creating demand and supply and paparazzi know no fucking boundaries. man’s got anxiety and no doubt the paps and fans watching his every move are probably making that worse.

let him make movies and rotate through his four shirts in peace. pedro pascal doesn’t owe anyone shit.

The fact that im getting raw dogged by life everyday. Don’t have any medication to take the edge off. Nor any addiction, I don’t even got a religion or spirituality to fall back on. Im facing this life stone cold sober every goddamn day??? Why???

Sleepless Nights

I desperately try to grasp onto the darkness that would bring the next day. But sleep eludes me. It hold me awake in a sleeping world. I toss and turn in my bed in hopes it will tire me, but it doesn't work. Every minute the darkness morphs shadows in ever corner, in hopes to haunt me. A branch tapping on the window slowly forms the shape of a hand, seemingly trying to reach through to grasp me, to drag me into the dark outside world.

Tired eyes stare up at the ceiling, buring with every blink, red veins more prominent. Tears start to form in the red eyes. Head pounding with every movement it makes. Body stiff and sore, hoping it would get a goodnight rest. The hours pass by unbearably slow into the next day, the sun slowly peals back the night to bring an orange glow into the dark room. I claw desperately at the sheets in anger.

Why can't I sleep.

I close my eyes trying to force myself to sleep, but nothing comes. Nothing but sadness. As the shadows start to fade and the light gets brighter, the world starts to awaken. The birds singing, the neighborhood starts with a fresh new day, the sound of my father going off to work; all these sounds make me want to cry out in agony from my restless night.

Getting up, my limbs feel week and useless. My eyes blurring, trying to hard to focus on the world around me. I know that it's going to be hard, to not be tempted by the dark, and ghostly hands trying to pull me back into the dark, unconscious of sleep. But I go through the day hoping tonight will be different, that tonight I will fall into a heavy dreamless sleep.

~AcePumpkin~

The Guardian Angel

A young man lays in a dark alleyway. His eyes snap open as he jolts awake. Sitting up quickly, taking in sharp breaths as his hands clutch at his chest where a dark red spot has formed.

Looking down at his hands he thinks; is this my blood? Suddenly, he noticed a slight burning feeling in the front right pocket of his jeans. Reaching down to feel in the pocket, he pulls out a folded piece of paper. It was glowing! Shocked and confused, he decides to open the paper. As the glowing suddenly stops, words come to view. But what do the words say? As to clarify in his mind he reads the note out loud, "Ace Woods. Deceased." I'm dead? Reaching again to his chest he thinks, maybe that's why there's blood on my chest! The note begins to glow again, as new words appear. "Ace, you are now a guardian angel to many people. Notes will appear when a person is in trouble. You will be given the person's name, date and exact time they will need to be saved. Your journey of redemption begins now."

After Ace reads over the note, he left the alleyway and started walking around the town. A couple minutes later he felt another burning sensation on his leg. Another note. He his hand into his pocket and pulled out the paper. Ace started to read it out loud, " Katie William. Age: 5. Black hair. Central Park. Red Ball. Twelve-o'clock. Save from getting hit by a car." The note ends.

"How am I supposed to know what time it is?" He says out loud. Just then, Ace feels something cold on his right wrist. Looking down, he moves up the sleeve of his shirt to see the silver face of a watch, with a leather band wrapped around his wrist. "Uhm, thanks?" Ace whispers into the air.

Quickly he checks the time. Ten-o'clock! He has two hours to get to Central Park. Having never been to Central Park, Ace starts quickly walking around looking up at street signs trying to find his way to the park.

Finally, after an hour and a half, he finds the park. Looking around, he spots a bench close to the edge of the park near the playground. Walking over to it, he heavily drops down on the bench. Sighing, Ace reaches back into his pocket and takes out the piece of paper to study the note. Black hair, and five years old. Not very descriptive, he thinks sarcastically. Another thirty minutes passed by slowly. At the exact time Ace spots, a red ball rolling out into the busy street. He then noticed a young girl chasing after it, and blue sneakers on her feet.

Quickly, Ace realizes that there's a car heading straight for her! In the distance, he can hear the screams of the girl's terrified mother. Bolting up and running towards the little girl, Ace closes the distance to the girl. Leaping forward grabbing the young girl, to move her out of the way, Ace rolled to the safety of the other side of the road with the girl tucked safely in his arms. At that time, the car screeched to a halt! Sounds of shoes hitting the asphalt coming closer, running to the two on the ground. Ace looks up to many teary eyes looking down at him.

Slowly Ace sits up with the child shaking in his arms. The young girl's mother finally reaches the two and falls to her knees. Shaking and eyes tearing up, she says with relief in her voice, "Thank you so much, Sir!" Not being sure how to handle the situation, Ace replied, "Your welcome Miss." He handed the frightened young girl back into the arms of her mother. The man driving the car, took a shaky step towards the group, spewing out quick apologies to the upset mother and Ace.

After many thank yous from the mother and big hugs from the little girl, Ace went on his way, heading down the street. A burning sensation came back to his pocket, and his walking came to a halt. Pushing his hand into his pocket, he pulls out the note. It was glowing again. At the bottom of the note it read "Accomplished." The glowing got brighter and brighter until the note exploded into ashes, falling from Ace's hand. Looking around frantically, wondering if anyone had seen the explosion as well. The many people walking around were busy and didn't pay him any mind.

In the days that went by, Ace saved two more people. A teenage boy hanging out with his friends, he would have drowned in a lake. A young woman hiking with her dog almost fell off the edge of the trial. She would have ended up in a coma.

Wondering around the surprisingly, quiet night of New York City, Ace had reached the end of the street he had been walking. Feeling a familiar burning sensation in his pocket, he quickly reached into his pocket and fished out the note. Reading it out loud Ace prepared himself for the news, "Kenny Loomis. Age: 30. Alleyway on Cater Street. Save from drug overdose." Ace pauses and reads the last part again. "I have to save him, he can't end up like me." He mutters.

Hastily stuffing the note back into his pocket, he starts running, searching for Carter Street. After an hour Ace eventually finds the street. Racing down the block looking in every alleyway ready to give up, Ace hears a faint sound coming from the alley he had just rushed past. It sounded like crying. Going back to the entrance he saw a man sitting on the ground. Slumped against the brick wall, the man moaned in pain and sorrow.

Silently walking towards the man, a large dark, ghostly figure blocks his way. stepping back, he looks up at the figure. In his mind, he can only think of one word to describe this......thing. Demon. It has dark, blood-like eyes that seemed to wetly run down its elongated face, dripping onto its sharp yellow stained fangs. Finally, adverting his eyes from the demon's grotesque face, he looked behind it to the man crying. He could see that the man was surrounded by these evil things. The demons were whispering darkness in the ears of the poor man. Taunting him and telling him to take the drugs. At that moment Ace remembered the reason he died. He had gotten into a violent fight with a man about drugs.

Ace was pulled back to the present by the sounds of the man's wails. He had to save him. But how could he get around this thing blocking his way? Getting his courage up, Ace sprinted toward the demon. Growling in an inhumane way, the demon tried in vain to reach out and grab Ace. Sliding down in-between the demon's legs narrowly escaping, Ace quickly made his way over to Kenny. Ripping and pushing the creaturs away, he pulled Kenny into his arms to protect him. In that split second of grabbing him, a blinding light emitted from Ace's body, burning the demon and turning them to ash.

The frightened man looked up at him, still caged in his arms, "Thank you so much." He said in a small, shaky voice. Ace just smiled fondly at him, "Well it is my job to protect those in need," he said "Just don't get into this life. It won't end well for you."

With those last words, Ace let the man go and started heading out of the alleyway. Just then that, almost comforting, burning feeling came back. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the glowing piece of paper, on it read, "Accomplished." The paper started to glow, much brighter than it ever had before. What's going on? Ace thought as a bright white light began to envelop him. Just as the light surrounded him fully, he heard a deep but rich voice say to him,

"You have been redeemed."

-The End-

~AcePumpkin~

Mary On A Cross is so funny live. Copia is just like "my old man was a piece of shit but unfortunately he wrote an absolute banger back in the 60's"

Bitches are able to read hardcore bdsm porn fanfiction with a straight face but start to grin and squeak like an idiot as soon there is the smallest fluff.

That’s me, I’m bitches.