PEDRO PASCAL at the ‘Die, My Love’ after party at Cannes
BOOMSHAKALAKA YES LAWWWWDDDDDDDD
Go give THAT FIC ALL THE LOVE YALL ITS DELICIOUSSSSSSSS
The way this is literally me & @gothcsz’s interpretation of sugar daddy Marcus Acacius like uggggg. Everybody go read our doc child: SAFETY NET for clear skin. 5 likes and we’ll work on chapter two and make it extra nasty for everybody. 😁🤭
DOCTOR ROBBY + his expressive eyes
This blog is pro tits and anti Nazi
PEDRO PASCAL on Jimmy Kimmel Live | March 2025
“that’s my sister! that’s my younger sister! isn’t she gorgeous?”
This is so fucking cute !!!!!
Who knew Shawn Hatosy had a musical passion for the Friends theme!
lukewarm take but i personally do not give a shit if poor people cheat a system that was designed to fail them anyways. i also coincidentally do not enjoy the taste of boot rubber
Boy-dad!Jack is always on my brain, because sure—we’re conditioned to think that tough men deserve soft things at the end of the day, like raising a little girl with their loving partners. But little boys can be soft too…
And Jack knows that better than most.
Because it isn’t just about protection. It’s about breaking the cycle. It’s about looking at a tiny version of himself and thinking, You won’t grow up afraid to feel. Not like I did.
It’s the way he crouches down to his son’s level instead of towering above him. The way he says, “Tell me what you’re feeling,” instead of, “Toughen up.”
The way he holds him close after a nightmare and murmurs, “You’re safe, I’ve got you,” like a promise he’d rather die than break.
Jack’s the kind of dad who teaches his son to say “I’m sorry,” and mean it. Who tells him it's okay to be scared, to ask for help, to wear his heart on his sleeve. Who high-fives him when he says something kind. Who’s patient when he cries. Who celebrates when he dares to be brave and vulnerable.
Because Jack doesn’t want to just raise a good man. He wants to raise a well rounded one. One who knows that softness isn't something to earn—It's something you're allowed to carry.
Like—Jack, who grew up with god-knows-what kind of pressure to bottle it up and be strong, now kneeling next to his son after a hard day and saying, “It’s okay to cry, buddy,” while gently brushing hair out of his little boy’s face.
Jack, teaching him that strength isn’t silence, that protection doesn’t mean control, that gentleness isn’t weakness.
It’s not just about giving his son a better childhood than he had—It’s about giving him the freedom to be whole.
Because somewhere deep down, Jack knows what it feels like to be a little boy who didn’t get that.
And he refuses to pass it on to his son.
Boy-dad!Jack supremacy, honestly.