Big Man. Strong Arms. Tall. Soft Tummy. Thighs. Thighs. Thighs. Tummy. Dhbfbnfnjfjdnn.

Big man. Strong arms. Tall. Soft tummy. Thighs. Thighs. Thighs. Tummy. Dhbfbnfnjfjdnn.

ways bisexuals communicate

finger guns

thumbs up

peace signs

salutes

“y’all”

“I love slasher movies!”

(Meaning: I want to get fucked by them)

men’s tummies. you agree. reblog

pedro pascal doesn’t owe you shit.

it is absolutely fine to be disappointed by his absence at cannes. i am too. but he does not have to be there.

for whatever reason he’s pulling away from the attention. the esquire article talked about how guarded he is and his socials have really slowed down. maybe he’s unprepared or overwhelmed by all the tlou hype. i mean his follower count went up by the tens of thousands the day after the premiere. that’s insane.

but some of you have lost the plot. the ones wearing d*ddy’s little girl shirts in fucking public and yelling d*ddy at him at events and trying to convince everyone whether he’s queer or not and complaining there isn’t an explicit scene of him fucking in the strange way of life. it’s not a gay porn made for your fetish. ‘oh but narcos!!’ that’s called characterization. read literally any article from almodovar and understand why sex isn’t the point.

interacting with paparazzi content and making cute little edits - jfc. that’s creating demand and supply and paparazzi know no fucking boundaries. man’s got anxiety and no doubt the paps and fans watching his every move are probably making that worse.

let him make movies and rotate through his four shirts in peace. pedro pascal doesn’t owe anyone shit.