This First Look At Brad & Leo In The New Tarantino Flick Has Max Thirst Reacts

Brad Pitt and Leonardo DiCaprio are still 100/10 babes even though they’re both old enough to be our fathers, amirite ladies and gents who get boners/lady-boners over dudes? They can both 400% get it, any time, anywhere.

The two absolute Daddies of Hollywood have teamed up on Quentin Tarantino‘s upcoming flick Once Upon A Time In Hollywood, which is set in 1969 and focuses on the infamous Charles Manson murders.

Leo dropped the first pic of the stars in costume, and it’s a doozy. Like, prepare yourself and maybe get a glass of water.

OOOOOFT DAMN SONS. DAMN.

Twitter’s in a tizzy about it, of course.

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And some folks have noticed how much Brad’s looking extremely like the ULTIMATE DADDY, Robert Redford.

I have my own thirsty fantasy I’d like to share with you all, if I may.

I meet this turtlenecked, leather-clad version of Leo in a dark, sexy bar. He’s funny and has kind eyes. I trust him with my life the minute he offers to buy me a Shirley Temple. We hit it off. He tells me he’s a car salesman – have I seen the new Chevrolet? He takes me out for a fancy seafood cocktail dinner followed by cheese fondue, and then we have one (1) soft, slow kiss on some sort of all-American oceanside boardwalk before he’s dramatically arrested by the POLICE for being a two-bit money launderer. The snake!

Then, when I’m gently sobbing bc my new love has been ripped from my arms, Brad horse-walks over (you know, the way cowboys walk all bandy-legged bc they ride the horsies all day), crouches down next to me with those aviators on at NIGHT because that’s just a fucking mood when you’re wearing a Canadian Tuxedo to match ’em, and offers me his hand wordlessly.

I stand and he lifts me onto his horse, which has appeared bc he motioned it over from the carpark with just a slight nod of his head, and rides with me off into the night to his ranch where we make sweet, sweet love on a bale of hay. He’s a tender lover, but in the morning he’s gone without a trace, leaving behind his aviator sunglasses (yes, he wore them during sex) as the only memory of our night of passion.

Okay I’m really sorry for that. I’ll see myself out.

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