Happy 50th to Pedro Pascal
Because of course I turned into that fan…
I’m not exactly sure when it happened, but at some point, I became that Pedro Pascal fan. Not full-on fanatical (I mean, I haven’t tattooed his face on my body… yet), but definitely committed.
Pedro Pascal 101
Pedro Pascal is a Chilean-American actor, and quite frankly, a gift to us all. Pedro is known for his versatility and charm. He can make you both laugh and cry in the same scene. Pedro has become one of the most beloved actors of recent years. He has both stolen and broke many, many hearts as Oberyn Martell in Game of Thrones. Wasn’t really for me. The show that is. I was bewitched by another show, and probably quite late on. Pedro starred as Javier Peña in Narcos. A character and role that solidified him as more than just a supporting player.
Since then, he’s led hit after hit. He starred in The Mandalorian as the mysterious and lovable Din Djarin. Sure this won’t win ME any fans buuuut I’m not the biggest Star Wars fan. I am though, a lover of the Mandalorian. Could Pedro convert me to a Star Wars-dom style enthusiast? It’s too early to tell and the jury is certainly still out. As Fink the Fox in The Wild Robot, he is hilarious. The scene where he “helps” Brightbill to fly always has me howling with laughter. As Joel, an emotionally complex character in The Last of Us, I so desperately wanted to hold him. He breaks from his pain in the only way he can. While you can’t call it thriving, he is surviving nonetheless. His relationship with The Last of Us co-star, Bella Ramsey off-screen is less complex. He clearly adores the bones of his young colleague. And they, him.
For me, that is a massive part of Pedro’s charm. Not simply his on-screen persona’s. Off-screen, he’s known for his wit, kindness, and total lack of pretension. He can switch from dramatic powerhouse to meme-worthy internet favourite without missing a beat. Yet somehow he manages to stay refreshingly modest about it all. In short, Pedro Pascal to me is talent, heart, and chaos wrapped up in one gloriously Chilean package.
And I, like many others, am completely under his spell.
It all started with Narcos. Pedro as Javier Peña hit me in the gut. He navigated impossible situations with just enough swagger to survive. That performance wasn’t just good TV; it stuck with me. And from there, it only spiralled. Plus, he is handsome, is he not?!? Oh god, that is a piece in itself.
Fast-forward to today?
Pedro Pascal is everywhere. Not only the darling of TV, films and awards circuit. He’s in my car. On my desk. On my phone. Watching me as I colour in. Yup. He is a MASSIVE part of my life.
Exhibit A: The Collection
- Pedro Pascal wobble head (a lovingly chaotic Christmas and birthday gift from my team — I adore them)
- Pedro air freshener(s) swinging proudly in my car. The scent has long since gone. I just cannot bring myself to remove/bin them. Nope. No way.
- Pedro keyring, because why not take him everywhere?
- Pedro mouse mat, silently judging my work. Made my own, fair hand (ish). I designed, a company made it
- Pedro Pascal colouring book (yes, this exists and yes, it was my first Christmas gift from my very first team member — 10/10)
- Pedro Pascal calendar
- Pedro Pascal on my phone screensaver like the loyal companion he is.
And the funny part? I didn’t even realise how far it had gone until I listed it all just now. If this isn’t edging into fanatical, I don’t know what is.
I feel for my partner in real life. He is a patient, PATIENT man indeed.
But here’s the truth…
It’s not just about being a fan. It’s about finding joy.
I’m walking this sober journey, which means saying goodbye to a lot of old comforts. Some were toxic, some were numbing, some were both. But in their place, I’ve created new comforts. They serve as little anchors to hold onto when life feels messy, quiet, or heavy. And weirdly enough, Pedro Pascal has become one of those anchors.
Sometimes, the ritual of watching his shows really helped me through the more challenging times. His shows have been my go-to during the hard Friday nights or wobbly week days. His interviews have made me laugh when I badly needed it. His characters have kept me company. Javier, Joel, Oberyn, and Din are among them. Don’t make me rank them, I refuse. They were there when I needed a distraction. A reminder of resilience, or just a good cry. Or a nice face. Yeah, I’m shallow. Sue me.
So no, it’s not just stuff. These little bits of Pedro around me have made hard times feel a little softer. Empty moments less empty, and the long sober nights somehow bearable. He’s my Patron Saint of Car Journeys, Desk Chaos, and Sanity.
Happy 50th, Pedro
Fifty looks damn good on you. Thank you for being there — even if you don’t know it. I’ll raise a coffee, not a cocktail, to you today. And no, I don’t have the tattoo.
Yet.
Not For Me, Thanks 
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