Multitasking: Watching The Unbearable Weight Of Massive Talent While Writing A Max Lord Fanfiction.

It's National Pizza Week!! We all know Pedro loves frozen pizza. 🍕

Cover image for my latest fanfic. Will be posted over on Ao3 and DarkRealityWrites soon!

Kisses, biceps and glasses

Pedro working hard at the gym

Pedro on the TLOU set with Robert John Burke (Seth)

Headcannon: This is what I imagine Max Lord (aka Maxwell Lorenzano) to look like after the events of Wonder Woman 1984. He's dyed his hair back to brown and allowed a tiny bit of stubble to grow. Still works as some kind of businessman, but he's given up on the oil gig.

Dang it now I need to write a fic. 😂

Part Two

Pairing: Dieter Bravo/Female OC

Rating: G

Warnings: No smut. Just fluff.

Lila found herself lingering at Dieter’s house more often these days. After that long night of comfort, their dynamic shifted subtly. Each morning, they shared coffee on the balcony, the city awakening beneath them, laughter replacing the silence that had once defined their interactions.

As the weeks passed, their conversations deepened. Dieter opened up about his dreams beyond the silver screen - his love for painting, his desire to travel, and his childhood memories. Lila listened, her heart swelling with admiration. He was more than just a star; he was a man with layers and complexities.

One afternoon, as they prepared for a charity event, Dieter turned to her, his expression serious.

“Lila, I’ve been thinking… you’ve been so supportive. I don’t think I would have made it through this without you.”

She smiled, brushing a stray hair behind her ear.

“I’m just doing my job.”

He stepped closer, his eyes searching hers.

“No, it’s more than that. You’re… important to me.”

Her breath caught in her throat.

“Dieter, I…”

Before she could finish, he reached out, gently taking her hand.

"I know we have our roles, but I can’t help but feel a connection between us.”

Heat crept up her cheeks.

“I feel it too.”

His gaze softened, and the air between them shifted.

“What if we explore this? Just a little? See where it goes?”

A rush of excitement and apprehension coursed through her.

“I’d like that.”

They took it slow, their relationship blossoming in the quiet moments - a shared lunch where their knees brushed, a late-night movie that ended with them curled together on the couch, his arm draped over her shoulders. With each passing day, the boundaries of their professional lives blurred, replaced by stolen glances and soft touches.

One evening, Dieter surprised her with a spontaneous trip to a nearby art gallery. The space was quiet, the paintings vibrant against the stark walls. They wandered hand in hand, sharing thoughts on each piece, laughter echoing through the halls.

At the end of the tour, they stood in front of a breathtaking landscape.

“This reminds me of the view from your place,” Lila said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Dieter turned to her, his expression softening.

“I can see why you love it. It’s beautiful - like you.”

Her heart raced at his words, and she felt a spark of something deeper.

“Dieter…”

He stepped closer, their faces inches apart.

“I’m falling for you, Lila.”

Trembling with emotion, she replied, “I’m falling for you too.”

In that moment, the world around them faded. Dieter leaned in, capturing her lips with his. The kiss was tentative at first, then deepened, filled with all the unsaid feelings that had been building between them. It felt like home.

As they pulled away, breathless, he smiled.

“So, what now?”

Lila grinned, a newfound confidence surging within her.

“Now we navigate this together - whatever it is.”

🌛Happy National Sleep Day🌜

He really does have big hands. I love them. Big gentle bear paws.

Can I just objectify him real quick? What the FUCK is up with his hands???? WHY ARE THEY SO BIG??????

Cannes Film Festival profile shot

The curls. The lips. The nose. The neck. The neck freckle.

I am deceased.