‘just saw cats’

THIS IS SUCH A GOOD PHOTO LMAO

we really won huh

When daddy spots you in a crowd...

Joker 2019. Special features.

im dying

jakookoo pouinis

all I’m saying is that THE WAY HE FLICKS HIS CIGARETTE IS THE SEXIEST GODDAMN THING IN EXISTENCE.

Should i be sorry for this?

I just slammed a bunch of Frostmaster love in yo face and I have zero regret uwu

I keep seeing Loki x Grandmaster fic going past on my dash and while I’ve clicked a few out of benign interest, I’m always left bereft by the lack of crack. Like do you not see the potential for comedy gold here, do you not feel it burning in your bones.

Also, a counterpoint to all the daddy issues (I’m not judging, I’m just bored seeing the same fic 20 billion different times) and the “old man Jeff Godblum can’t keep up with renowned power bottom, Loki Odinson” narrative–cause really, really? That was the hot take you took away from that interaction? Really? Did we watch the same movie?

Cause lemme tell you, if their little fling carried on (Infinity who??) it wouldn’t be Jeff “Grandmaster” Goldblum running out of steam first, and let me tell you why:

The Grandmaster doesn’t strike me as the sort of person to have a hard limit.

And it’s fun at first. Finally someone who is down for anything, someone who gets the appeal of pure unadulterated headonism, the intoxication of life without limits …

But there’s a difference between something being fun and something being enough. And there’s … there’s something missing, and it crawls under Loki’s skin like an itch that can’t be scratched. He has everything, nothing is off limits. But it’s not enough, it’s not enough and it’s starting to drive him insane.

Which is when in desperation he manifests into whatever lesbian dive bar Thor is currently hanging out in (drinking a strawberry daiquiri, the pink umbrella wedged behind his ear) looking more than a little bedraggled and wild about the edges.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he says, head in hands as he stares morosely at the ghost of neon lights reflected in the black surface of the sticky bar. “I can’t.”

“Can’t what?” Thor asks, finishing his drink and ordering another by waving his hand at the bar tender who materializes almost as fast as Loki had. The God of Thunder rarely has to wait, but he’s happy to do so. “Blessings of thunder be with you, and another one? For my brother, if you would? Thank you, most kind.”

“I think I’m losing my powers,” Loki says, and Thor knows this is dire because there’s no way Loki would pass up the opportunity to sneer at something like “blessings of thunder” but this is apparently the timeline they’re in right now. The darkest one.

“What has happened?” Thor asks, reaching for his hammer out of habit, ready to knock the Grandmaster into the next timeline for bringing his beloved, stabby, brother so low.

So Loki tells him everything. And Thor, Thor just can’t stop laughing.

“Forgive me,” he says for the fifth, possibly sixth time, as he wipes tears from his eyes. “Truly I do not mean to laugh at your distress, but the answer is so obvious. Loki,” he says leaning forward to put a bracing hand on the God of Chaos’ shoulder with a consoling little shake. “You’ve met your match.”

“Impossible,” Loki scoffs, “I’m the God of Chaos I have no equal.“

"No,” Thor concedes, “but you do have needs.”

Cause you see, chaos is only as fun as the rules you break. And if there’s no rules …

“Preposterous,” Loki protests, starting to look vaguely hunted. “Utterly ridiculous, the very idea …”

“Oh I dunno,” Thor says, attempting to sound diplomatic but mostly just managing to sound smug, “I think you might miss having rules to break.”

“Take that back!” Loki all but snarls, but it lacks the ferocity of his conviction.

“Hmm,” Thor hums, taking a long sip from his drink through the mixing straw and jogging his head from side to side in a jest at thoughtful mannerism, “no, shan’t.”

“If you tell anyone,” Loki threatens, pulling the pink concoction towards him and skewering a decorative strawberry with the spiky end of the tiny umbrella.

Thor sobers at that. It’s one thing to tease Loki over such things when they are alone, but it’s rare his brother comes to him at all these days, let alone in confidence. “No, of course. So what are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know,” Loki says, looking up vaguely hopeful, “fake my own death?”

The Grandmaster is heartbroken of course, he plunges into a week long mourning so sumptuously divine angels weep. No, really. Turns out you can buy anyone to do anything if you have the means.

Bobby and Tom Hiddleston leaving Bernard B Jacobs Theater in New York City on November 10, 2019.

Tom Hiddleston for Bosideng (2019) - BTS

Fan: " Tom, can you sign our flag? "

Tom: *begins to say 'sure' but stops halfway and asks* " What flag is that? "

Fan: " Chile. "

Tom: " Chile? Okay. Sorry, I didn't recognize that immediately. "

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[ Tom Hiddleston with fans at Stage Door - Bernard B Jacobs Theater in New York City - November 02, 2019. ]

Tom Hiddleston with fans at Stage Door - Bernard B Jacobs Theater in New York City - November, 2019.

Tom, your Loki is showing.