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@dreamingfanficsmasher
Hey! This isn’t really related to much on your blog but I LOVE the drawing or painting on your header picture! Who painted/drew it?
Hey! I'm actually not sure who drew it, I found it on pinterest!
If anyone knows please let me know!
WOMAN | CH. 1
pairing: javier peña x fem!reader word count: 3k warnings: none yet ;)
A/N: well, well, well. here we go again. your bitch just couldn’t stay away. woman and faculae (now a reader insert) are the two stories I will be releasing atm as I ease back into it on here. please love me again x
chapter one | dulzura masterlist here
It had been a remarkably bad day. No, week. And there wasn’t enough wine in the world to blur out just how shitty it had been. Monday, your first official day as a DEA in Colombia had gone exactly as you’d expected. Being one of the only female agents, you knew there were going to be sexist comments. And – for the most part – you handled them just fine. You could grin and bear it, take their words with a grain of salt knowing you’d earned your position as one of the best in New York, but god did it grind your gears.
To them, you were nothing more than a glorified secretary. They’d hand you their papers to file, their documents to sift through, it was all medial work.
That was not what you signed up for.
Tuesday, much like Monday, was another day from hell. The comments had now escalated to blatant ogling and catcalling. Which, combined with the secretarial work your superiors still had you doing, made for a really long day.
Wednesday, you met your new partners. Javier Peña and Steve Murphy. Agent Murphy seemed decent enough, he knew what it was like to be in a new country without speaking the language, so he was empathetic in that respect. Agent Peña…well, Agent Peña was another story. He was respectful, that you couldn’t fault him on, but that didn’t stop the flirty remarks and near-constant rubbernecking every time you so much as made a move in his direction.
He eyed you as though you were his next conquest which couldn’t have been farther from reality.
You had learned your lessons back in the States when it came to fraternizing with colleagues. Colombia was meant to be a fresh start, a clean slate. You now had a firm rule not to shit where you ate.
Thursday was a blur, if you were honest. It was neither here nor there, but Friday – Friday – was exceptionally awful.
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This fic has made me fall more in love with Javier Pena than I already was!
And it has made me obsessed with this song;
PEDRO PASCAL POSTERS → Javier Peña “Sometimes you gotta do bad things to catch bad people.”
Thank you to @wallpaperandicons for showing me this!😍
Does anyone have or know of any really nice Javier Peña lockscreens or wallpapers? I'm currently rewatching Narcos and I have the Javier Peña obsession again 😍
DM me or let me know in comments if you know of any! Thank you, lots of love 😘
Massive Congrats on reaching 300 followers! 🎉🎉 Massive Achievement!
I was wondering if I could get a Pedro Fic? 👉👈If you're not doing them anymore that's totally cool I understand!
I am 5'3, so yeah I'm a bit short. I have average body weight... I guess, like I'm not exactly on the super thin side and wish I could loose weight. But anyway.
I have medium dark dark brown hair, and brown eyes.
I am a massive animal lover and I actually work in Conservation at an animal sanctuary. I love working with animals and conservation, even though it is not a normal 9-5 job and is pretty exhausting.
I also love reading and writing. I'm also a gigantic nerd about basically anything. Whether it be marvel, star wars, GoT, Lord of the Rings, etc.
I am super clumsy but I am not as stupid as I like to give off. I also swear like a sailor, which can be problematic.
Anyways.. thank you so much for the time! If you can please write me a fic that'll be great! ❤❤
Hello Darling :)
I hope you enjoy your ship with the one and only Frankie Morales <3
(THIS IS THE LAST OF THE 300 FOLLOWERS ASKS! So soon I'll be back to writing on my WIPS :) )
How you two meet
Of course the new guy had to get injured on his first day. You had gotten the call from your colleague a few minutes ago, working at the "office" today to look after some of the more sickly animals in your care.
The new hire, Frankie Morales, had been shown through the sanctuary and apparently one of the little capuchin monkeys had decided to nibble on him.
It couldn't be a small wound - but still, a monkey bite had to be treated properly, so he was sent to you.
The knock on the door made you look up and you immediately had to smile when you saw the man who entered. My god, he was adorable!
"I got bit by a monkey", he groaned, introducing himself.
"So I heared", you answered and giving him your name.
You made him sit down and started cleaning the tiny bite marks on his hand with disinfectant.
"So, am I going to lose the hand?", he joked and you shook your head.
"It was good that you came when you did. A few minutes later and it would have been too late."
When you put a bandaid on the little bite, you took the opportunity to introduce Frankie to your patients - from the snake that had some trouble shedding, to the baby alligators in their tank and even the wild bunny whose paw had gotten infected.
"they'll all be back out soon, so you better watch your back."
Frankie laughed.
"I should be especially cautious of that vicious bunny."
Frankie became a valued colleague and friend - until one day he took the leap and asked you if you wanted to be something more. And who were you to deny him?
After all, he made your heat skip a beat every time you saw him smile.
Like Freddie once said:
Hey! I absolutely love your work! I was wondering if you are still doing the pedro ships if I can get one?
I am 5'3, I have brown hair and brown eyes.I only have one tattoo, but I do want to get more. I was born and raised in South africa, but my family is completely British. I love reading, writing, watching series and I have a crazy passion for animals. I actually work at an animal sanctuary with all sorts of big cats and hyenas. I was born and raised in the city but I am an absolute farm girl at heart.
I am a Sagittarius and have an INFP personality type. I am very introverted, shy and can have some social anxiety. Especially when it comes to dating and letting people in. But once people get to know me I am quite crazy, goofy and also really clumsy. I'm the type to get injured from little things like chopping vegetables but if something really serious ever happens I'm always calm about it. I like to pretend that I'm not that smart and I do a lot of dumb shit, but I am smarter than I let off.
Thank you so much. Hope its not too much of a bother 💕
I would ship you with Frankie Morales!
Frankie is the sweetest of sweeties to grace this earth, and he’d love listening to stories about your past. He wants you to tell him everything about your life in South Africa and loves animals, so he’d definitely want to visit your animal sanctuary! I’m sure you’ve heard this one before, but he’ll teasingly call you his Carole Baskin and make jokes that you’d better not feed him to the cats. He was raised on a farm/in the country (imo) so he loves that you have the same past. He’s similarly shy at first but is totally goofy and loving once the two of you get to know each other better. Frankie doesn’t like when you injure yourself, but he finds your clumsiness absolutely adorable and endearing, and he starts carrying bandages once the two of you are dating. He’s been known to teasingly ask if you want a Star Wars or a Lightning McQueen bandaid when you’re injured to lighten the mood. Frankie’s got tattoos too (I chose a gif where you can see his bullseye) and loves the idea of getting one with you, since you mean the world to him. He makes sure you don’t act dumb around him, because he sometimes thinks he’s less intelligent than he is too, but he wants the both of you to boost your self esteem and to not put yourself down anymore. I could see the two of you having an adorable friends-to-lovers arc, where you’ve been friends for a long time when you both realize your feelings for each other. Frankie is just that kind of guy- he recognizes you not only as his partner but as his best friend.
Gahhh these make me so happy, feel free to keep sending them in!
things that still freak me out: those sinks americans have in their kitchens that you can destroy stuff with
Honestly this post has been on my mind all day. Those weird destructosinks for people with too much money are apparently common in America. And Americans get defensive over them.
Well don’t come crying to me when your wean gets eaten by the fucking kitchen sink.
hOLY SHIT WHAT IF U TRY AND CLEAN THE PLUG AND TURN IT ON IM SO SCARED
Okay it took me for-fucking-ever to figure out wtf you guys are talking about are you talking about garbage disposals? Like down the drain??
with the spinny knives
No knives, just a dull piece of spinny metal.
you realise it takes the same amount of force to cut thru a carrot as a finger
i dont know what you do over there but we usually don’t stick our hands in our sink drains
who’s going around fisting sinks anyway
“don’t come crying to me when your wean gets eaten by the fucking kitchen sink”
is that person saying they fuck kitchen sinks? is that what I just read? they put their dick in the sink’s drain and they fuck it?
dont sinkshame
Child. Wean means child.
Okay, so you put your CHILD in a sink and stuff them down the drain? That’s… that’s definitely worse.
This post is an experiance.
Wait, other developed countries don’t have garbage disposals??? The only time I didn’t have a garbage disposal was in a crappy cheap apartment in college. Scraping food off plates into the trash, then the trash smells… ughhh.
I will reblog every garbage disposal post to cross my dash because the culture clash is hilarious
America: We’re fine with having an industrial mangler in our sinks, but a bidet attachment for our toilet IS JUST WEIRD.
At least we don’t have industrial manglers in our toilets
Maybe YOU don’t…
Carrying Oberyn Martell’s baby would include:
anonymous asked:
carrying oberyn martell’s baby hc? ❤️
Warnings: Mentions of breastfeeding (Why this would offend some people, I don’t know, but just in case).
A/N: Please feel free to send me a message/comment/ask, I would love to know what you think.
If you like this, please feel free to visit my blog and take a look around!
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• When you first tell Oberyn you’re carrying his baby, he smiles quietly, almost as if he is proud of himself.
• Taking a slow step towards you, he places his hand gently against your cheek, “That’s wonderful news.”
• Then turning you around he rests both his hands to your belly, holding you snuggly in his arms, whispering against your ear, “You will make a wonderful mother, my beautiful flower.”
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THINGS WRITERS NEED TO HEAR
you are allowed to take a break. you don’t have to write if you don’t feel like it.
everyone has their own pace. it doesn’t matter if you writer one page or ten pages a day, you are still a writer.
your first draft is going to suck. every first draft or every book has sucked. i’ll get better and better as you edit. that’s what editing is for, making your work actually good.
experiment. try out new routines, new styles, new genres. it’ll never harm you. you’ll gain experience and become a better writer. you’ll understand what suits you and what doesn’t.
you don’t need publishing to be a writer. publishing is just an option but if you don’t want to you can just keep your writing to yourself.
if you write, then you’re a writer. no matter how much experience you have, what genre you write, if you are published or not. you are a writer.
everyone is different. everyone has a different style so find your own and rock it. search for inspiration but ultimately focus on what allows you to express your ideas in the best way possible.
you are doing great. no matter how productive you are, how much you’ve written, how fast you write. you are gonna achieve your goal and it’s gonna feel so good.
Just finished Narcos: Mexico.
Now I have developed a crush on Diego Luna 😍
Just watched whole bunch of interviews of his too, and he is one of the most adorable humans I've ever seen ☺
Dame Enid Diana Elizabeth Rigg.
20.6.1938 - 10.9.2020. Legend. RIP.
A legend.
pragma - part seven
Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Female reader
Warnings: early morning smut and the rest is fluff
A/N: This chapter is another sweet one from Frankie’s POV. The song playing towards the end is Harvest Moon by Neil Young (one of my favorites). Also thanks to @loki-098 for helping me!
Summary: Frankie is reluctant to spend time away from you.
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Frankie knew this had to be a dream even though he was sure he was awake. The woman of his dreams was in his arms and she held onto his arm like a child holding a stuffed animal. He didn’t want to move—it wasn’t out of fear of waking her up, it was because he didn’t want everything to disappear just yet. He wanted her to keep holding onto him, he wanted to stay this close to her.
The memories of yesterday come floating back to him and he smiles to himself. They made love. They said ‘I love you’. And then they made love again. It was real. It had to be. Frankie touched her gently with his free hand, drawing little patterns on the bare skin of her back. She had the most beautiful skin he had ever seen. His was rough and callused and scarred. He felt as though he had no business touching his rough skin to her softness but she didn’t seem to mind.
“Frankie,” she mumbled and he froze. Did he wake her?
“It’s me, baby.” Even if she wasn’t awake, he wanted her to know that. “I’m here.” When she started to play with his fingers, he knew she was awake.
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THIS. I loved Harvest Moon before, but now? I am obsessed!
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So it begins...
That awkward moment when you sit down to write a chapter, but you then decide to read some fanfics about the mandalorian and before you know it, its 1am🙄
Eldest sisters r the most oppressed
hey yall dumb fucks reblogging this and yapping about how, ur life is actually super hard as a younger sibling…
the ‘eldest sisters are oppressed’ thing is based on the fact that the oldest girls in many families are, a lot of the time, drafted into watching her younger siblings to the point that shes more of a young third parent than a kid anymore. shes expected to be incredibly responsible while her younger siblings get to make mistakes. she get to do more housework than her father because apparently men shouldn’t have to watch laundry.
op is obviously referring to the ways in which older sisters ( nope not brothers) are forced into maternal roles by both society and their parents for a number of reasons, not limited to society’s insistence that they must learn to become mothers early. theres also the fact that many families both need and cant afford childcare. this idea that an oldest sister is free childcare is bullshit.
There’s a book called “The Eldest Daughter Effect” that goes into detail about this. And it applies to the oldest daughter so even if the oldest child is a boy and the second child is a daughter, she is the one who ends up getting all that extra pressure and responsibilities for younger siblings.
*sips tea* Sounds about right.
Being the oldest daughter is like being a third parent to children you didn’t have.
Being the eldest daughter also means that your parents are 10x more strict and protective over you than your younger siblings. Not only are you their first born, but a girl too.
In parents' minds (not everyone's, only speaking of experience) the eldest daughter needs to be responsible for her younger siblings but not responsible enough to look after herself out in the real world. She can protect her family and her younger siblings, and do the housework that her father and brother are perfectly capable of doing, but she needs someone to protect her (a man) out in the real world.
I dont know if other eldest daughters had this experience. But for me in my family's eyes, I'm the baby maker. I have the duty of being the first to give my parents grandchildren. 'I need to get married as soon as possible and have babies.'
I need to be 'normal'. I can't be caught drinking, smoking, or have tattoos (I've done all those things) because not only am I woman and need to act like it but also I am the eldest and need to set the example.
This is entirely based off my experience and I do not speak for all eldest daughters, as everyone is different and has their own opinion. But there it is.
