Q: Tell me about this bromance you have with Tom.
Jake Gyllenhaal: It's a romance. I'm really sick of people calling it a bromance, it's a romance, it's a legitimate romance. I find that to be very comfortable when you see two people of the same sex really falling in love.
He's a wonderful person.
He's devoted to his work, which I love. He's obsessed with learning about the craft, which I love too.
He could be someone in his position who has a big ego and kind of walks in with a knowledge, even at that age though, you have all your insecurities, as we all do, and he's just not like that.
He's very honest. He admits to those things. He wants to listen.
I really love the way he works. So when we first started working together, he's also very gracious and very like…
He's really knows how to make me feel special...
He's just a good dude and we actually enjoy each other, which a lot of people talking in press junkets about other actors say, but this is true.
It's true.
My favorite moment on the set of Spider-Man: Far From Home was when Tom Holland fell into Jake's arms and Jake hugged him on the ground. It was super cute and lovingly!
A few days ago my sister and I were talking about how Tom Holland always needs an interview partner for MCU stuff to make sure he doesn't blab about anything and I was saying that Jake Gyllenhaal had that job too and mentioned a video/gif I've seen where Jake puts his hand over Tom's mouth but my words got mixed up and I said "Jake put his mouth over Tom's-" like help fgduywihusa
We did agree that it sure would have been something though, Jake shutting Tom up by kissing him!
"We shouldn't keep him around if you don't know what to name him," Quentin continued. "Besides, aren't black cats supposed to be bad luck? That's the last thing we need before we get to California."
Peter set the cat back in his lap and scratched him between the ears. The cat went stiff for a second before relaxing into his touch, closing his eyes and purring. Peter's always had bad luck, but that had seemed to turn around once he met Quentin. "He's not bad luck." Peter tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at the cat. "I'll come up with a name for him, I swear."
Quentin lifted one hand from the wheel and held up three fingers for him to see. "Three days. That's all you get." He placed his hand back on the wheel and smiled to himself. "Then it's bye-bye, Mr. Kitty."
Peter first saw Quentin in a field of yellow wildflowers on the side of the highway. The rest is history.