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talaok · 1 year

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Pedro Pascal

♡ = smut ☆= fluff ➹ = angst

PEDRO PASCAL

Will you kiss me? →You are a famous actress who Pedro has a crush on, and he finally gets to meet you once you get both invited to The Graham Norton Show (☆)

Very good friends → No one knows that you and your co-star Pedro are in a relationship, and as you get interviewed, it turns out you're both really bad at keeping it a secret (☆)

Marie → Pedro pascal x actress!reader (☆)

My hero → You and Pedro find out the Last of Us has won 3 MTV awards (☆)

The carpet → You and your husband Pedro prepare for a red carpet, but once you're there you have a wardrobe malfunction, luckily, he's there to help. (☆)

-Requests-

Hurt/comfort:

Sick day → Pedro pascal x sick!reader (☆)

All I need → comforting Pedro after a nightmare (☆)

You bled through on Pedro’s bed

Reader has a bad day (hurt/comfort)

You ask Pedro to practice a break-up scene and he gets in his head

Cuddling with Pedro after a bad day

Comforting Pedro

You're stressed because of an exam and Pedro takes care of you

Pedro x sick!reader (rushing to the er)

You start to cry because of mean comments about your relationship on the internet, but Pedro comforts you

Pedro takes care of you while you're sick and you end up having your first kiss

jealousy:

At the Met → You and Pedro, Hollywood's hottest couple, attend the Met Gala together, but when you find out your ex was invited too, things start going sideways (☆+➹) pt. 2

Pedro is jealous of one of your co-stars

Pedro is jealous of your ex (pt.2)

Pedro’s jealous of one of your friends

Pedro’s jealous of your best friend

Pedro gets jealous at the Beyonce concert

jealous!reader

Pedro is jealous of how your friends talk about you and ends up confessing his feelings.

you open the door only wearing a shirt and panties and Pedro gets jealous

Dad!Pedro:

Daddy! → You and your daughter visit Pedro on set (☆) [pt.2]

Pedro x pregnant!reader

Pedro with your daughter

You and Pedro have a child and are very famous

Pedro dresses up as mando for halloween for your daughter

Pedro falls in love with pregnant!reader

Pedro has the perfect day with his daughter and you

You and Pedro finding out you're having twins

Protective!Pedro:

Sick day → Pedro pascal x sick!reader (☆)

You and Pedro had a fight but he’s still very protective of you

Sexier ones:

Pool → A hot pool lesson with Pedro (☆)

You're mad at him, but you're trying for a baby and you're ovulating (bathtub scene from Queen charlotte inspired)

Pedro trying to wake you up in the morning with kisses

He kisses you while you’re fighting

Pedro being your first time

Others:

Mama → Pedro Pascal x interviewer!reader (☆)

First kiss with Pedro (☆)

Pedro is a bad flirt (☆)

Reader has pots disease (☆)

Surprising Pedro for his Birthday (☆)

Random fluff (☆)

You wake up to find Pedro starting at you (☆)

Pedro wipes your make up off after you feel asleep (☆)

An Interview to Pedro about your marriage

You’re on face-time when the emmy nominations get announced

Groomzilla

The Diet → tw: eating disorder (☆+➹)

Pedro proposes to you

Waking up with Pedro while on vacation

Pedro takes care of you while you’re drunk

Watching a football match with Pedro but you’re on opposite teams

Making pasta with Pedro

Pedro helps you take a shower

You and Pedro get set up on a blind date

Pedro gets in his head and starts wondering if, after all, you actually want children

Reader doesn't believe in love, and is not sure if she wants to give Pedro a chance

Pedro and wife!reader get matching tattoos

Supporting Pedro at snl

You get insecure about you and Pedro's age gap, but he reassures you

Angry love confession in the rain

You and Pedro's first kiss (you're both actors and fall in love while filming a movie)

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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 10 months

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Award (shit)Show

There’s many things that come with being the manager of the cast of MTV’s Jackass.

Johnny Knoxville X Gn!reader (if you squint)

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(Fluff)

Warnings: Suggestive content, crude language, drug use, alcohol, vomit, flirting, bar fights (it’s Jackass)

An: Wow!! This fic took a WHILE loool little different from what I usually do, but I hope you enjoy!

“Goddamn it!!” You yelled over the shitty in ear monitor, “Where they fuck are they?!”

You always hated when this happened, but nevertheless, it was routine. You open the door to the dressing room and- poof! Just like magic, the idiots disappeared! Though you really hoped that, one day, they might, actually. Storming into the empty room like a bat out of hell, you panickedly scanned over every dusty surface, every dirty mirror and sordid piece of upholstery like your life depended on it while some poor, defenseless MTV intern stuttered some excuse over the line. You cut them off, “Yes, I know the show is in an hour!! There’s nothing I can-“

In your haste, you had neglected to notice a certain, very important detail- namely the leader of the very men you were searching for passed out on the second hand, stained, dressing room couch, half dressed, and with a beer bottle in his hand. You sighed in relief and spoke back, “Nevermind.” You clicked off your monitor.

You leaned down, grabbing the broad, bare shoulders of the unconscious man and gently shaking them. Johnny stirred, his closed eyes fluttering open just slightly- just enough for him to catch your gaze. He grumbled, his voice rougher than usual, “Hey Y/N.” You could tell he wasn’t happy to see you, but you put on your best customer service tone.

“You have an award to present in 30 minutes, Johnny!” You lied through your faux grin, knowing it was the only way to get him up. He groaned like a teenager not wanting to be woken up for school, his head falling back and grip tightening around the bottle. “C'mon! We gotta get you ready, right? Let’s get you up.” You scooped your hands under his armpits, hoisting him up with some effort and walking him over to the mirror as he dragged his bare feet on the hardwood.

Johnny squinted at the bright lights of the makeup mirror. Now, you knew he wasn’t totally sober when you walked in, but that fact was undeniable when he looked down at you with half lidded hungover eyes, with pink bloodshot scleras and blown out pupils. He cracked a smile, swaying in your hands still as he slurred in a thick southern accent, “‘look like shit, don’I?”

Well, he did, but you weren’t about to say that, especially knowing how vain Johnny was. “Pfft! Nooo! Not at all!” He chuckled, leaning down a couple inches from your face, chuckling quietly, “God, you’re so sweet.” You would’ve sworn your heart stopped for a second before you got your bearings again. But as attractive as he seemed at the moment, you did have an objective. Moving behind him, you fixed his perpetually messy hair under the yellowing, half burnt out lights of the mirror while he blinked groggily. “Look at m’fuckin eyes…i do look like shit.” He whined, examining his own face. You grabbed his glasses from his pants pocket, him having seemingly forgotten they were in there, and the world was right again. You continued fixing him up as he rambled to you, “You know that Jessica girl?”

“Simpson?” You questioned, trying to keep him busy as you stepped away to grab his shirt from the ground. “Mmhm. God, she’s great.” You were a little concerned by this as she just so happened to be presenting at the same award show you were at- something about some movie she was in.

“Not as cute as you, though.” Johnny added, giggling. That was Knoxville- always flirty when intoxicated. He feebly stuck his arms up as you came back, like he was expecting you to pull his shirt over his head. The things you have to do for this fuckin job. “See, tonight Steve’s gonna do that bit when we present…the, un, the one where he says, ‘who’s got four thumbs and loves-“ You sighed, doing as directed, tugging it onto him. “You are going to be on international television, Johnny. You have got to be on your best behavior!”

“Sorry, sorry…” You walked him back to the couch, sitting him down gently while he got hesitant at your chiding, hands in his lap. He looked up at you through his glasses with those still heart melting eyes as you explained, “I’m gonna get someone in here, okay? And they’ll take you out when everyone’s ready, but I have to go now, okay?” He nodded, and you hoped that he was actually listening. “Good! I’ll see you soon, okay?”

Usually you’d ask him to repeat your instructions back to you as Johnny had a horrible habit of just not listening very well, but you really didn’t have the time. Just like that, you zipped out of the dressing room, filtering down the crowded, chaotic hallway, clicking on your monitor again, “Can we get someone at the dressing room with some ice water? Knoxville’s more spaced out than an astronaut in there and I can not have him passing out again!” And just as you said that, there goes the intern from before, zipping past you and into the open door.

As much as you hated the job, it had its perks. For one, you could always have someone do something for you, whatever you needed, such as that intern, now newly appointed babysitter. Of course, that wasn’t consistent, as at the moment, you were stuck with dreadedly searching for the second names on the billing- Steve-O and Pontius. They always did something, and it usually end ended up as some horrendous prank on you. You squeezed through the buzzing crowded hallway, and after you got no answers from your repeated questioning of your coworkers, you resorted to the next best thing. Knocking on doors and jiggling handles- you got very close to many very famous people who completely hated you for daring to interrupt them getting ready, slamming doors in your face while in all various stages of putting on makeup or doing hair.

As you rapidly searched, you didn’t notice when the door you were knocking on swung open, as if it wasn’t closed at all, and you weren’t sure if you were relieved or more perturbed at the sight.

There, on the floor of the completely trashed dressing room, were the two giddy, semi nude men you were looking for, clad only in their, as they called their, ‘cheetahs’, in a pile of pilfered women’s clothing, giggling at each other like school girls. Upon further inspection, you noticed that that wasn’t all that they were wearing.

“Y/N!! Dude, I’m so glad you’re here!” Steve turned to you, grinning with a bloody nose and a full face of makeup, a tube of bright red lipstick in hand. “See, Pontius and I had this great idea, and-“ You rubbed the space between your eyebrows, tilting your head down. “I don’t even care. I have more important things to d- Chris, are you wearing heels?”

Chris nodded. “Well,” he rationalized in that cute, kinda dumb way, “Steve-O couldn’t walk in them, so I had to!” Well you couldn’t really argue with that. Admitly, he was the only member of the cast that could walk in heels, or at the very least pull them off, but you weren’t sure how people would react to seeing Party Boy himself in an animal print speedo and shiny candy apple red pumps. It would surely cause an uproar, but hell, it’s 2001, maybe that would be a good thing.

You furrowed your eyebrows, sighing. “Whatever, just don’t get into any more shit while I’m gone?” Cue the laughter. Cutting the noise, you got a call on your cell phone and turned to leave. Not waiting for a response, you slammed the door behind you, flipping your phone open and recognizing the number, you took the call. “Ryan?” Your eyes opened a bit wider in hope- maybe your job would be getting easier tonight. The voice that giggled back,

“Y/Nnnnnnn~…” It was Bam, hopelessly drunk. Goddamn it! You leaned against the now closed door behind you. “When- when’s that- uh…that show again?” You could hear the crowded bar behind his voice as Bam talked, mouth too close to the speaker. You thought for a moment, eyes glancing up for a clock. “I think it’s at…”

Your eyes landed on the taped sheet of paper on the dressing room door and you nearly shit a brick. It read in comic sans,

Jessica Simpson

Fuuuuck. If you weren’t getting fired after this, you planned on buying a lottery ticket after this show. “Seven.” You replied matter of factly after finding a clock. Bam laughed, “No, that’s not right, cuz sevens in fifteen minutes…'dozen make ‘ny sense…”

Boom. Second heart attack of the night. Turning on your heel, you bolted for the exit, shouting for someone to go to the dressing room and watch those two while you were out. Bam just giggled on the other end of the line. “Where are you?”

“How should I know?” He drunkenly joked, “Some fucking Irish place, ‘iguess.” Wow, very helpful. You snapped the phone shut, looking around near the venue for the kind of establishment those two would frequent- nowhere good. You clicked on your monitor again to check if anything was going wrong and turned it on to your manager yelling at you, “Y/N!! Where are you?! They’re on in 15!”

“I know, I know! I’ll get back in 10! I found Chris and Steve in Jessica Simpson’s dressing room, so-“ You didn’t imagine how weird it would sound before it left your mouth. “You what?!?” “I don’t have time, just get someone in there and keep them in one place!” You clicked it off as you found what was probably the right place- a little hole in the wall-ly place called Mc’Hale’s. Parking, you threw the door open, charging into the dark, crowded establishment. Almost immediately, you found Bam and Ryan, the two having attracted a thick cheering crowd you squeezed past.

Now, you’d seen bar fights before, but nothing like this scene. Bam was swinging those limp little fists at the speed of light at the guy he had pinned up against the sticky bar while drunkenly yelling through gritted teeth, “Yeah? Yeah? How you fuckin like that? Huh?” You would’ve been concerned if the guy he picked a fight with hadn’t been at least 5 inches taller than him and seemed completely unaffected by his weak punches, laughing at him. What did concern you, however, was when Ryan, who had seemingly maintained his cool, grabbed a wooden stool from under the bar.

“Okay, okay! Time to go!” You decided to stop it before it got ugly, stepping past the barrier of people and picking up Bam by the back of his jacket like a kitten, pulling Ryan’s interest. You tugged him back, getting a good look at his face in the yellow swinging lights of the shady bar.

He stared at you with wide, glassy icy blue eyes like he was surprised that you would’ve stopped him, cheeks flushed with alcohol. A stream of blood trickled from his eyebrow, warm liquid dripping down his face and smeared on his cheek bone. Bringing your thumb to the cut, you roughly wiped the blood away, eliciting a wince from him. You scoffed, rolling your eyes as the crowd parted for you to drag him out. “Cmonnnnn…”

Like a petulant child, Bam’s legs went weak under him, pulling you down as he practically threw himself on the ground. Ryan, the significantly more sensible and coherent one, followed behind to help you, grabbing his shoulder and hoisting him up off of his feet. You threw the car door open, tossing him in the backseat while he complained, “Ryan fuckin started it!! Why’re you mad at me?!” You slamed the door as Ryan turned to you, seemingly uninebriated save for the smell of Jim Beam on his breath, “I have no idea what he’s talking about.”

Ryan sipped the beer he still had from the bar as you pulled into the theater, internally laughing to yourself in disbelief. You did it, you crazy son of a bitch. “Okay! Out, out!!” What a contrast to earlier tonight, not even caring about niceties as you hauled them out. Bam stumbled, whining the whole way, trading mumbled remarks with Ryan the whole way backstage. “God, why’da have to be such a bitch about stuff?” “ ‘M not a bitch…you’re a bitch…” Ryan chuckled, “Yeah, says the guy who pissed himself.”

“Great! Just great!” You ranted on your monitor, standing by the stage door keeping watch over Bam and Ryan, “We have two drunks- one who pissed himself, two guys in makeup- one in heels, and the star of the whole program so high he can't stand! Mtv is just going to love this!” Ryan leaned towards your microphone, chucking, “Oh, I'm sure it’s all just gonna go great.”

“Here comes wonderboy.” Bam leaned forward, snickering at the sight- the tiny intern lugging the barefoot, comparatively huge Johnny along. “Hey, Knoxville! How’re you doin?” He licked his hips, blinking hard behind his glasses at the bright lights. “Awful.” The other two nodded, in a sort of unsober solidarity. All heads turned as you heard the announcer on the other end of the curtain over the speakers, “Ladies and gentlemen, do not try this at home! Welcome the stars of Jackass, Johnny Knoxville, Bam Margera, Ryan Dunn, Chris Pontius, and the handsome and talented Mr. Steve- O!”

You whisper-yelled over your monitor, “Where the fuck are the other two?! They’re- they’re supposed to be here! Now!” The person on the other end of the line couldn’t come up with an answer, stuttering something about the dressing room. You bolted in that direction, throwing one the door.

“Where the fuck did they get duct tape?!” You questioned, less concerned with the silver bound gentlemen on the floor and more concerned with how they got there. Idiots. You grabbed them under the arms and tugged them to their feet, not even nothing to get them out of the silver wrapped around their wrists and ankles. “Oh, Y/N! My hero!” Steve joked as they shuffled along to the others. Finally, everyone was together and you could start the parade of freaks, almost on schedule!

Now drenched in sweat, you slank to the back room with all the tv monitors, exhaustedly throwing your jacket on the stiff office chair and melting into it, your head falling backwards and switching the channel of your monitor so you would be speaking to cast, not crew. Crowd applause and the twangy tones of Corona echoed from the tinny desk speakers as the footage thousands of Americans would be watching played out first and foremost on the shitty little computer in front of you. “Wow, Steve O!!” The charming talk show guy who hosted the show started, “Can- can I ask about the dress?”

The dress? Your head snapped up, and there it was, fitting his gangly frame surprisingly well, a cobalt blue sequined mini dress that shimmered under the stage light so beautifully- it would’ve looked stunning on anyone except, well, Steve-O. Pontius giggled, “The dress? Or the heels?” Talk show boy glanced down, “Heels?! Oh- oh wow!” He chuckled unbelievingly. Steve licked his lips, leaning into the microphone, “Well, the thing is- it’s such a special night!” He tucked a non-existing lock of hair behind his ear while avoiding the question, “And- and I’m just so star struck right now.” Knoxville nodded, leaning in to speak as he wobbled against the lectern like an unstable vase, “Y’know, I just can’t believe I’m on stage with you man- what’s your name again?”

Slightly insulted in the way people who think highly of themselves get, he opened his mouth to speak to speak, but almost as if on cue, Bam leaned forward and, with much bravado, heaved over the lectern, dripping down the side of the stage and delicately spraying the tuxedoed crowd in the very first row with bright green Midori Sour flavored vomit.

And the ‘ew’s. Chaos, choreographed like a balet- it always seemed to play out like this. Ryan, who had up to this point mostly gone under the radar and was seemingly the only one keeping this award train rolling, swiped the now warm, neon green card from the stand, “So, who’s this award going to anyway…?” Abandoning all plans, the host tore it from his hands, quickly ripping it open.

“Jessica Simpson!!” He feigned excitement as your stomach dropped. This could either go well or probably, most likely, very bad. And she walked onstage all pretty, waving to the audience and smiling like a Barbie doll while avoiding the aforementioned green puddle. She walked up to the cheap, unstable lectern, giving the garden variety acceptance routine. So lucky to win actress of the year, I’d like to say blah blah blah. Applause! And as the studio cameras panned, she leaned back from the microphone to say something. However, she didn’t move enough. Still caught on the feed, she turned to Pontius with sarcasm, “I really like your heels.”

“I like your heels too!” All insult was lost on Chris, laughing at his own dumb joke. Jessica scoffed, crossing her arms and walking offstage, completely disregarding Steve’s own attempt to get at her. The crowd roared with laughter, as did you. More likely than not, the whole thing would be cut out for home broadcasting, but god, it was good. It always was.

#jackass #bam margera #johnny knoxville #steve o #chris pontius #ryan dunn #jackass fanfic #jackass fanfiction #johnny knoxville x reader #fluff #jackass x reader #I’m so sorry Jessica Simpson

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dailyeuphoria · 2 years

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SYDNEY SWEENEY accepts the Best Fight award for ‘Euphoria’ during the 2022 MTV Movie & TV Awards.

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possession · 2 years

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SYDNEY SWEENEY accepts the Best Fight award for ‘Euphoria’ during the 2022 MTV Movie & TV Awards.

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cyarsk52-20 · 3 months

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While this might sound like (just) a fandom post for Taylor Swift, it’s not.

It’s a remark about how social media sways public opinion and how the patriarchy is still alive and well in American society today.

If you’re not listening to Taylor, you cannot objectively claim a lack of talent. You cannot objectively claim she’s overrated. And you definitely cannot claim to not like her “genre” (unless you listen solely to like death metal or trap).

Taylor has recorded 10 studio albums in 17 years. She has fluidly moved between country, pop, rock, synth, hip hop, folk, alternative, and indie genres.

She has written or co-written 243 songs, some in collaboration with or even for such names like: Little Big Town, Miley Cyrus, Sugarland, The Civil Wars, and Andrew Lloyd Webber.

In her 200 million records sold, Taylor has won 324 awards, including 12 Grammys, 23 MTV Video Music Awards, 40 American Music Awards, 40 Billboard Music Awards, 12 Country Music Awards, and an Emmy.

She is the most-awarded artist of all times at the AMAs and BMAs, and she ties with Frank Sinatra, Stevie Wonder, and Paul Simon for most Album of the Year Grammys.

Swift was “the most streamed artist of 2023 on Spotify, Apple Music, and Amazon Music; the first act to place number one on the year-end Billboard top artists list in three different decades (2009, 2015 and 2023); and the first living artist to simultaneously chart five albums in the top 10 of the Billboard 200.”

Rolling Stone described Taylor as “a songwriting savant with an intuitive gift for verse-chorus-bridge architecture,” and scholars and critics have compared her to literary figures such as Shakespeare, Emily Dickinson, and John Keats, as well as to modern songwriters such as Bob Dylan and Paul McCartney.

Over 20 universities include a Taylor Swift course in their catalog, including Harvard, Mizzou, Berkeley, Stanford, and Brigham Young.

Taylor has acted in five movies, headlined six tours, and can play guitar and piano. She has developed, written, and directed several of her own music videos.

She has influenced the music business by revitalizing vinyl records, championing artists’ rights on streaming services, and changing the way label contracts are written. Her journey to take back her intellectual property by re-recording her first six albums is one of the best business and personal decisions any artist has made regarding rights.

She’s not just a talented performer and savvy businesswoman. She is also very human and fights for things she believes in. Taylor speaks up for the rights of women, LGBTQ, and artists.

She has donated millions to charitable relief and philanthropic efforts, as well as to the arts. She generously gave millions of her revenue in bonuses to her Eras Tour team.

She was sexually assaulted by a DJ in Colorado and reported it. The DJ was terminated and sued Taylor for $3 million in damages, so she counter-sued for a symbolic $1 and spent over two years in a legal battle that ended in a jury deciding in her favor. Since then, Taylor has been even more active in fighting for the rights for women to be heard.

She genuinely enjoys her fans and has fun leaving clues and hints in her music to keep her fans engaged and like they’re part of the story. She always seems sincerely delighted to be doing what she’s doing.

Her 17 years in the industry have proven her talent. It shows that she’s earned every fan she has and dollar she’s made. (And if you think she’s only country-pop, then you need to spend a day with Folklore or Evermore.)

If you have a negative reaction towards her as a person, it’s because our society still goes after successful women in a way that men avoid. The media turns on celebrities - especially women - who dare to do things like countersue a sexual assault case, speak against corrupt politicians, or not laugh at misogyny.

I will never apologize for being enchanted by this one. She is a poet, and she’s possibly the most self-aware artist I’ve ever heard speak. 🫶🏻

(ETA: I did not pay for this post. I did not anticipate the shares. And I wasn’t out to seek attention. Why strangers feel the need to message me rude things because I posted on my personal page is beyond me. This is why we can’t have nice things.)

Author: Megan K Hall

#Taylor swift #tswift #taylor swift debut #the eras tour #swifties #taylor alison swift #tayvis #kansas city chiefs #1989 tv #taylor and travis #travis kelce

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luckydiorxoxo · 1 year

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Winners of the 2023 MTV Movie & TV Awards

Tom Cruise won Best Performance in a Movie for “Top Gun: Maverick”

Pedro Pascal won Best Hero for “The Last Of Us”

Best Docu-Reality Series Winner: The Kardashians

Breakthrough Performance Winner: Joseph Quinn in Stranger Things

Best Reality On-Screen Team Winner: Ariana Madix, Katie Maloney, Scheana Shay, Lala Kent of Vanderpump Rules

Best Comedic Performance Winner: Adam Sandler in Murder Mystery 2

Best Duo Winner: Pedro Pascal & Bella Ramsey in The Last of Us

The “Scream VI” Gale Weathers vs. Ghostface battle was named Best Fight

“RuPaul’s Drag Race All Stars” won Best Competition Series

Jennifer Coolidge won Most Frightened Performance for “The White Lotus

“The Last of Us” won Best Show

Carolina” has won Best Song

SCREAM VI’ wins Best Movie

Jenna Ortega wins Best Performance in a Show

“Selena Gomez: My Mind & Me” wins Best Music Documentary

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diegothemenace · 1 year

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Diego Luna is nominated for Best Hero at the 2023 MTV Movie & TV Awards…and today is a Double Vote Day! You can vote up to 20 times per email address (and you didn't hear this from me but they don't verify email addresses so feel free to make shit up in the address box) and it'll count as 40 votes today!!!!

Listen, y'all know I love Pedro. I do.

But I have to vote my heart. And Cassian fucking Andor has it.

(Andor also has a nod in Best Fight for the Escape from Narkina - thanks, @adeptnenyim!)

Note: You don't have to vote in every single category, either! You can just vote for Hero and move on if you like!

#andor #diego luna #mtv movie awards 2023

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reddancer1 · 3 months

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