rdj kissing josh brolin on the lips is such a power move. the man doesn’t give a single fuck. he’s the male protagonist archetype of this century but he will kiss as many guys as he pleases because he can and there’s nothing hollywood can do about it
i love how the media has rdj as this manly hetero Man Of Iron™ but he lives on a diferent dimension where sexuality is whatever the fuck he wants it to be. he will kiss man and women as he pleases. he will dress in pink and yellow and not give a single fuck.
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robert has always not given a single fuck for people’s views in what he should wear and how openly affectioned he can be with men. he’s not here for fragile masculinity and heterosexuality. he will continue to kiss, hug and shower them all with love.
“I guess,” Matt conceded, relaxing visibly at having his adopted siblings support no matter what happened with his new-found biological ones.
“Sorry, I’m being such a stress head. It’s just a lot to take in, y’know?”
“It’s cool, you went from not knowing much about where you came from to learning you dodged a major bullet. That’d be a lot for anyone to adjust to,” he answered, shrugging as he situated himself for the sake of comfort, even if his current position didn’t look all that comfortable.
“Yeah, I get that. It just feels kinda weird when she still fusses like I’m a kid. That’s just moms though, right?” he sighed, acknowledging the fact he’d always be Jeannie’s baby no matter how old or tall he got.
“I am fairly certain she will still be fussing over you a century from now,” he replied, nuzzling at him gently. “It could be worse though, Litha could be your mother.”
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She’d been grabbed off the street in the Rat Run at least a week ago. Maybe more but it was hard to tell when she hadn’t seen daylight in however long she’d been here.
Erys knew she was a long way from home, but she had no idea just how far since they’d knocked her out when they snatched her, waking up in a cage that looked like it was built for the original intention of holding an animal, the bars thick and the locking mechanism reinforced to prevent her escape.
Logan had never been great at staying on pack grounds, so, naturally, he had been given a job of his own that benefited their survival. There were people doing sketchy ass experiments on anything not human they could get their hands on and, naturally, any human they could basically kidnap off the streets that they thought no one would miss.
He had been tracking a lead, but all he found was a girl, caged and practically in the dark. She wasn’t what he was looking for, but he couldn’t just leave her either. As soon as the coast was clear, he was creeping forward and working on the locks, hoping like hell she stayed quiet.
Devin’s possessiveness over him had a habit of making Zayde go weak, the younger male instantly reaching for his lover as he was pulled in close, pressing his body against Devin’s as he sought more physical contact.
“Who was he?” Zayde inquired, not really caring much, but he knew Dev well enough by now to recognize that he held more than a little disdain for the man in the pictures Lissa had, especially after the comment about him being there when she’d gotten shot.
“Is he the reason she got hurt?”
He nuzzled at Zayde, taking comfort in the closeness of him. Nothing set him more at ease than wrapping his boyfriend’s scent around him like a warm blanket.
“Just some asshole she met when we were in Terra Viridis. We both know Lis has the worst taste in men,” he grumbled, eyes rolling in an almost angry fashion.
“Honestly? I wouldn’t be surprised. She swears up and down that she never told him what we were, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t figure it out and he was the only person she hung around there. Seems damn suspicious that she got shot with him.” He pulled back a little, jaw set in hard lines. “She’s better off without him.”
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