A Rose By Any Other Name...

Fantastic Four

A huge thank you to @auteurdelabre for our beautiful coloring book. It took me a second to get this man's hair color correct, but I think I'm pleased. Wanted to work something simple without a fic or attached prose...Can't wait for Fantastic Four!

Moody Theater

I'm fairly certain our guy HATES the laugh/cry meme even though we love it. But have you ever watched this full production of "I, My Ruination"? It is absolutely gorgeous and Pedge really shines in his theatrical spotlight.

Act One Act Two

I think cinema is his first love, and we'll be able to enjoy him for years to come, but maybe someday he'll circle back around to us Broadway Babies...

*don't forget to clock the technical faux pas which we love almost as much

This is the most personal series I've attempted so far, but Mark Twain says to write about what you know. I've been really fortunate to work in NY and LA with some of the same peeps as Peepaw and often wondered how often we found ourselves in the same buildings, the same subways and the same cities as we pounded the pavement. I feel so inspired by the artists around me and wanted to celebrate our continued journey. RPF series...

Triggers: Set in 2014, it might progress to some lite smut, but this first episode only includes a slightly tipsy trip and mild profanity. NYC is rough enough--save the drama for your llama...

Episode One: The Big Apple Episode Two: The Audition Episode Three: Purple Rain Episode Four: The Big Goodbye (Finale)

Shorts:

Pedge Tweets Baby's Beats Moody Thespian

You twiddled your thumbs in nervous anticipation. There wasn’t anything to worry about. You had waited your whole life for THIS moment. You were as prepared as anyone could be. You’d packed a winter coat, hand sanitizer galore and zip lock bags for heaven’s sakes. The Big Apple wasn’t ready for YOU. You tightened your seat belt and looked out the plane window, marveling at the puffy clouds dotting the horizon. How did you arrive at the epicenter of your dream? A decade’s worth of auditioning and you were finally headed to New York City and were about to start your first Broadway National Tour. Maybe dreams do come true, you smiled, intent on ordering a celebratory champagne. It was all smooth sailing from here.

Ironically enough it was NOT smooth sailing from here, and it wasn’t until the plane started to level out that you noticed the heat emanating from your seat partner’s forearm, which you had locked in a death grip.

“You okay, there?” a low, honeyed voice dipped into your ear and your eyes tilted up to see brown pools of orbed concern above you.

Hello gorgeous.

You unlocked your hand from his arm, attempting to smooth over the finger markings starting to redden underneath.

“Sorry about that…” you mumbled, smoothing out your hair, brushing the dangling oxygen masks out of your face and rethinking that champagne order.

“Well that was unexpected!” he smiled broadly, twinkling with a charm that immediately shouted "actor". You swallowed dryly, watching people around you laughing with surprise and clapping in belated relief. “I’m Pedro” he reached over to pull a strand of hair out of your face with an intimacy that forced the breath out of your lungs. “And you are?”

“Uh…I’m J” you stammered, nervously attempting to roll the oxygen mask back into its compartment, but unable to quiet your shaking fingers.

“Here let me get that…” he reached up with a broad stroke that deftly closed the above compartment as he smiled with a sigh. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink.”

You covered your mouth, giggling quietly into your third champagne. “And the phone number was a NY area code, so I joked, "oh that must be Broadway calling"…..AND IT WAS!” you snorted uproariously as Pedro brought a jovial finger to his mouth to quiet you.

“Have you had anything to eat today?” he quarried, swallowing his own champagne. You hungrily watched his Adam’s Apple bob up and down. Hiccuping slightly, your cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

“Oh, sorry…I’m so nervous, and excited…” you burped quietly and started giggling again. “I should eat something, huh?”

“Let’s get some food in you, stat” he pushed the button for the flight attendant and took your glass before you accidentally dropped it.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t even…” you hiccuped suddenly… “…haven’t even asked very much about you…How do you find yourself in New York?” you swayed a little, unsure if the plane was moving sideways or you were.

Pedro brought a light hand up to steady your shoulder, smiling easily. “I’m an actor” he responded dolefully “…but I might be the only one that knows it” he shrugged, motioning for the flight attendant to bring 2 box lunches.

“Oh my gosh, do you sing?!” you practically shouted, unaware of the volume of your voice in these close quarters.

“Absolutely not!” he whispered. “Though, if pressed, I confess I did appear in ONE musical at OSCA, it was "Gypsy".

“Oh my god, did you go to OSCA? I almost taught there last year…” you whispered clandestinely, as though plotting a bank heist.

“Well that’s why YOU are appearing in a Broadway Musical and NOT ME” he argued, taking your box lunches from the flight attendant and gesturing to your bag of potato chips.

“I’m actually just coming from a gig in Croatia and it was like…a DREAM. I got to meet these incredible artists, and I had this amazing costume. They did a cast of my head! Geez, I always say too much, but I get so excited. Have you ever heard of "Game of Thrones’?”

Your mouth dropped open as you dangled a potato chip before your poised tongue. “Ummmm, I’m sorry, Game of Thrones? That’s a frickin’ big deal!” you crunched loudly on your disappearing snack. “Are you shitting me right now?”. You hadn’t seen any episodes since you couldn’t afford cable, but hordes of your friends were obsessed with the show, and given the chance, you thought you would be too.

“I know right?!” his eyes lit up like a little kid’s, sharing his secret treasure trove of discovery. “But it doesn’t air for like…FOREVER, and now I’ve just gotta go back to my survival job and start hitting the pavement again. And I can’t even talk about…anything. I’ve got an audition coming up and my resume isn’t even current…” he rubbed the back of his neck as you took a massive bite out of your turkey sandwich.

“Dude, I’m SO impressed” you mumbled, smacking your lips together whole-heartedly as he reached over to swipe a dollop of mustard from the corner of your mouth.

“Thanks, it really feels like I pushed through a wall or something. Nothing has changed on the outside, but everything is different on the inside, you know?” his eyes sparkled with intensity, meeting your gaze magnetically, as he brought his thumb to his mouth enticingly.

“I do” you hiccuped, wrapping your fingers around his wrist encouragingly, and then squeezing with affection, “I really do”.

You sighed contentedly burying your face further still into your pillow. This was a weird pillow. It was curved. And slender. And warm. “I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but your flight has landed” it said softly, cupping your face with one large hand.

You licked your lips as your eyelids fluttered open, blinking blearily at the blurry face that coalesced in front of you. “Do you need some water?” he squinted with concern, undoing your seatbelt and dragging a hand across your back.

“Ohhhhh” you sighed a bit too loudly, biting your lip with chagrin until you noticed that the plane was mostly empty. “Oh my gawd, have we landed?” the adrenaline pumped into your system as you bolted upright, nearly knocking your head into the above compartment.

“Careful!” Pedro cautioned, popping upward and doing the same. You both rubbed your heads with embarrassment, laughing slightly at the gaff. “Looks like we’ve arrived” he observed, gripping your hand and grinning with anticipation. “Welcome to the Big Apple!”

Standing nervously in the epicenter of Port Authority you felt like Little Orphan Annie. “Three bucks, two bags, one me” you muttered, under your breath, standing in the swirling vortex of humanity bustling around you.

“Do you know where you’re headed?” Pedro hefted his backpack over his shoulder, gripping a larger bag underneath his arm easily.

“I’ve got some friends in Brooklyn, they said to grab the Q?”

“Get outta town, that’s where I’m headed too!” he jerked his head towards the escalators as you trundled your pretty pink suitcase behind him.

“THANK YOU!” you shouted “I get lost EVERYWHERE I go!” you marveled at the buskers, fighting for attention in the echoing hallways. He beamed with pride at the city that never sleeps.

“I gotchu!” he nodded, grabbing your other bag and hoisting it over the turnpike, once you had purchased your subway pass. You fought the urge to clap your hands together excitedly as a subway loudly whooshed past you on the exit. A barrage of people purposefully stormed towards you as Pedro dodged out of their way with alacrity. You both made your way to the center of the pathway, nearly plopping down on one of the open seats before Pedro lifted you up by the elbow.

“Maayyyybe don’t sit there” he cautioned, eyeing the seat suspiciously and clocking the approaching Q train. You gulped with excitement seeing the rats scurry away from the vibrating rails and trash. 

“This is soooo cool…” you glittered, taking a deep fragrant inhale of mint, beer, urine and garbage.

“I know” Pedro concurred, drawing closer to the approaching train. “Now, it’s common curtesy when you board a subway to stand off to the side so people can exit first”. You nodded your head solemnly, intent to blend into the East Coast atmosphere. “And once you get onboard, most seats will be taken so stand close to the handrails and dig in with a really wide stance so you don’t fall over backwards with the momentum.”

“This is a lot different than L.A. traffic” you ventured, rolling your suitcase awkwardly to the front.

“Yeah, you’re not in the O.C. anymore” he chided, the train doors sucking open with piles of people pouring out.

“Let’s go!” he piped up, dragging you, your suitcase and your dreams right along with him into the overcrowded train, gently elbowing a path to the nearest open spot and hooking his arm around a handrail. “Hang on!” he reminded you, as the train lurched forward, nearly tipping you over your suitcase headfirst. A strong forearm gripped you around the waist and pulled you back to center before you bumped into the baby stroller next to you. “Surprise!” he tittered, nearly touching your forehead with his and scrunching his nose up playfully. “Gotta expect the unexpected…” he whispered into your ear sending a shiver down your spine.

A guardian angel, you thought. I’m living the dream. Three bucks, two bags and one me.

“I really can’t thank you enough for all your help!” you shouted into his ear as your stop approached.

“Oh my gosh, congratulations on your tour, it’s gonna be amazing!” he smiled, growing a little regretful at the end of your encounter.

“I can’t wait!” you reasoned, biting your lip hesitantly. Do you ask for his number? I mean, you kind of have your hands full with rehearsals starting and trying to navigate an entire city. That’s stupid, right? “And congrats on your upcoming episode, it’s gonna be EPIC!…I’ll have to get cable!” you joked as the train began to grind to a halt.

“So maybe I’ll see you around Brooklyn this week? Or Ripley Grier? Where are you guys rehearsing?”

“I’m not sure!” you shouted, gripping your suitcase excitedly as the mass of people pushed you out of the subway onto the platform. “See you around, Brown Eyes!” you called as the doors unceremoniously whooshed shut.

“Bye…” he mouthed holding up a hand placatingly, and miming a theatrical sob at your departure. You locked eyes joyfully as the train pulled out of the station, taking your newfound friend with it.

You sighed regretfully, hoping your paths would somehow cross again. You’d made it this far. And tomorrow, you had to learn how to hail a taxi.

Pedro Pascal naming 4 movies that impacted him the most

'All About Eve' dir. Joseph L. Mankiewicz Margo, an established theatre actress, appoints Eve, an aspiring actress, as her personal assistant. However, Margo is unaware of Eve's intention to take over her career.

'Poltergeist' dir. Tobe Hooper A family's dream home turns into their worst nightmare when evil spirits rise up to torment them and possess the soul of their innocent daughter.

'Do the Right Thing' dir. Spike Lee In a Brooklyn neighbourhood, the long-simmering racial tensions between diverse communities erupt into brutal violence over the course of a single summer day.

'Fanny and Alexander' dir. Ingmar Bergman During the early twentieth century, Fanny and Alexander are the children of the Ekdahl family in a Swedish town. They are living a peaceful life until their father Mr. Oscar dies.

Pedge Polls + Prompts

Oooh! Pedge and I are such a sucker for these cute games! Thanks @burntheedges for a great idea, anyone want to join in? The only one tenuous is the last because this year I was finally published! Not sure you can tell from my non-beta'd writing lol...Looks like I need to start drinking those 6 shots of espresso...

Pedge's Tree + Xmas Card

Oh this is fun! Pedge and I have never done this before, so I wanted to get a quick start since I'm late in the season! Pedge and I are currently making cookies! Weeeee! Decorate my tree. I mean...if you want to. Like, if you have time. Pedge says I was being too bossy...but I think he secretly likes it...

Rec's for a Lonely Winter's Evening

Your Fave Things @jolapeno

What Could Go Wrong? @beefrobeefcal

Christmas Writing Challenge @bluestar22x

Let's Celebrate! @chronically-ghosted

Dead Dove December @romana-after-dark

The Cheeseboard @goodwithcheese

Reverie Goods and Gifts

Moody Rockford

This marketing was so spot on for "Merge Mansion". I'd love to write for Tim Rockford someday, but in the interim, check out @inept-the-magnificent "Nebble Files" and @ghotifishreads "Tim Rockford Short". And hey. You don't have to take my word for it...

Moody Lucien

Alright, we don't know much about "The Uninvited" but I'm excited to stream it come November. And I KNOW y'all have seen that kissy kissy footage, thank you very much. Thanksgiving can't cum soon enough...

PedgesJukebox

I think we're done with this trend, but Pedge and I still like it, and invite you to check out Pedge's Jukebox when you you get a chance!

I love combining reality with fantasy, and while I'm sure this isn't a new Tumblr concept, I'm going to be cataloguing our Pedro Boys as per Pedge's suggestions! All playlists will attempt to utilize music or groups that Pedro Pascal has referenced at some point. Get your headphones and enjoy! I also am secretly hoping writers might utilize this playlists for inspiration. I can't write with music in the background, but some people can. Every Spotify list comes with it's own triggers and literary short for our favorite characters interaction with the arts...

Series Masterlist

WIP; In Cold Blood

I think this was from "The Uninvited" press interviews, but our guy had such a scruffy, Columbo-like quality, it seemed very Rockford coded to me. The Cannes looks are so gorgeously coifed, but I also love seeing our guy at his casual best...

He seemed to feel the magnetic quality as well, and almost thinking better of it, his sudden intake of air broke the spell abruptly. “I’m going to head into the washroom first, do you need anything?” his voice had an unexpectedly tender quality as you shook your head mutely. Rockford nodded curtly before releasing your hand and meandering towards the washroom. So, he was an army man as well. So many of the boys had been drafted for World War II, but it almost seemed that the world was just realizing the extenuating repercussions more than a decade later. He must have been a kid, maybe nineteen or twenty at the time? You found yourself pensively watching his broad figure head to the bathroom before absentmindedly observing that your past was equally steeped in enigma and mystery. Rockford might be a P.I, but you weren’t sure how much of your unconventional, mid-western beginnings you wanted to divulge. You bit your lower lip hearing the shower spring to life, and couldn’t help but wonder; Perhaps there was more than one mystery to unearth here in Holcomb County, Kansas.

I am having a BLAST with Pedge's Bookshop as we delve further into our film-noir-esque fanfic of "In Cold Blood". Currently working on this next installment, "The Interviews"....

*Thank you @auteurdelabre for our beautiful coloring book!

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