#Call Me by Your Name
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It’s that last nanosecond when one has to decide who’s bottom lip is going in between his lips and both agree together and allow it together. That split second is intimacy.
Call Me By Your Name (2017) dir. Luca Guadagnino
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💫💫💫
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Happy Sunday !
“It’s been a long time since I felt my heart beat so much that it made my body resonate.
Then you came along.”
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i swear art would be sniffing the shit out of pat’s shorts he wore to practice like elio to oliver’s swim trunks !! arching his back and deeply inhaling patrick’s sweat and musk ❤️
dogboy art is back again! @judeable-brainrot
#this scene in cmbyn had me bricked as hell#i love both of these movies sm#luca u changed the world#mmm boy musk#call me by your name#cmbyn#elio perlman#elio cmbyn#elio call me by your name#art challengers#art donaldson#art x patrick#artrick#challengers smut#lgbtqia#wormswurld brainrot 🌟#wormswurld posts
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it's where I am.
always and anyway.
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Armie and Timmy in France for this time Timmy’s birthday. We saw Armie took a selfie of him leaving in an airplane!
Happy Birthday, Elio Perlman. Then, now, and every tomorrow ❤️
My sincere apologies for leaving them crying in an airport bathroom for so long...
Summary:
“Regarde toi…” Elio murmurs, smothering a tipsy hiccup in the crease of their overstuffed pillow. “You look happy.” Oliver huffs. “I am happy,” he says, leaning in for a kiss: his clumsy tongue flavoured with the musky essence of Elio’s previous release.
HE WHOM LOVE TOUCHES (NOT WALKS IN DARKNESS)
In the liminal space between dreams and consciousness, where everything is hazy, blissful, and calm, Elio savours the post-coital high as a roaming palm draws abstract patterns on his outer thigh; chasing the field of goosebumps before settling - warm and possessive - in the shallow corrugation of his rib cage.
It’s a strange contradiction, all told.
A charged sort of intimacy that keeps him buoyed by the ache of overtaxed muscles.
The memory of Oliver moving inside him.
The thickness.
The stretch.
The damp spill of semen saturating the rucked-up sheets.
He should fix that, he supposes, letting loose an almighty yawn, but his listless limbs refuse to cooperate as they gather their scrambled senses, and the other man’s grin - fond, jetlagged, coy to the point of transparency - holds him enthralled in the slate-grey pool of moonlight.
“Regarde toi…” Elio murmurs, smothering a tipsy hiccup in the crease of their overstuffed pillow. “You look happy.”
Oliver huffs. “I am happy,” he says, leaning in for a kiss: his clumsy tongue flavoured with the musky essence of Elio’s previous release. “You - you make me happy,” he adds, humming an off-key rendition of Love My Way over the late-night drone of Via Manzoni:the song they’d so recklessly danced to not three months prior in a dingy, Roman piazza. “S’just like Plato said…”
Elio frowns; slightly perplexed by their trip into left-field. “Plato?” he asks, rallying his drowsy focus.
“Symposium,” Oliver slurs, gaze a little bleary. “Have you read it?”
A scoff. “Son of a professor, mon ami. I still have my father’s flash-cards.”
“So you’re familiar, then?” Oliver pauses; brushing an errant curl from Elio’s temple. “With his theories involving the human form?”
“Absolument...” But it’s a deep-seated game of theirs - this idle exchange of wisdom - and one he’s loath to forfeit despite his heavy eyelids. “Indulge me anyway?”
“Don’t I always?” Oliver giggles, then clears his throat theatrically: every inch the college professor. “On the basis of Plato’s teachings,” he begins, hooking an ankle behind Elio’s exposed calf. “...there was a time we all looked vastly different… with four legs, four arms, and two heads apiece. We had two necks, also,” he continues, cupping his nape as if it were made of glass. “Two noses and two mouths…”
Featherlight, Oliver skims a thumb the full curve of Elio’s earlobe, wreaking havoc on his staccato lungs as it journeys even lower; gently parting the seam of his lips.
“But the gods… fearing the untapped power we held in such forms… took it upon themselves to split us. Right down the middle.”
Elio shivers as he draws an invisible line from chin to navel.
“And in doing so, condemned us to a life of half-measures. Constantly searching for that which was stolen, in order to - to feel complete.”
“The physical and spiritual alike,” Elio quotes, knocking their sweat-slick foreheads together. “So how will we know?” he asks softly, all carefully crafted nonchalance. “When we find our other halves, I mean?”
Oliver smiles: hummingbird-heart fluttering against his chest. “I found you, didn't I?” Another kiss; rich as torta tenerina. “I worship you,” he says, the flush of his cheeks belying his confident demeanour, and Elio curses that last round of birthday shots as he’s overwhelmed by the swell of raw emotion. The bigger-than-this, more-than-us awareness that’s gripped them from the start. “Is that okay?”
A pendulous nod.
“You don’t doubt it?”
Elio blinks back the mortifying sting of tears. “Just myself,” he whispers at length, unable to quash his niggling insecurities, and Oliver sighs as he captures his wrist; ink-stained fingers tracing the spiderweb veins at his pulse.
“Please don’t,” he begs, forever unfazed by the trials and tribulations of a long-distance relationship. “Please don’t doubt the only thing I’ve ever been sure of.”
To name a belief - his grandfather once told him - is to give it shape. Sound. An echo. There's power in speaking, my boy! In being spoken about - and here in his childhood bedroom, Elio thanks his lucky stars as he breathes in the bergamot-citrus of Oliver’s shampoo. The syrupy sweetness of spilt Amaretto. The burnt-tar bitterness of unfiltered Gauloises.
“I know you too,” he says, mirroring his candid confession. “I see you. Corps, esprit, et âme.”
It doesn’t matter that he’s crying.
That his wayward emotions are on display.
The other man’s faith is inherently grounding, and flattening his palm over Oliver’s star of David Elio reels him in by the silver chain; butterflies taking flight in his stomach as he thinks of the hard-fought future that’s destined to lie ahead.
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"How would you describe most of your favorite shows/books?"
Like this:
#that fits for sooo many shows and books lmao#good omens#ineffable husbands#loki series#lokius#killing eve#villanelle x eve#it stephen king#reddie#richie x eddie#carmilla#if we were villains#the song of achilles#call me by your name#the haunting of hill house#queer#fandom ramblings#★parlapina's ramblings★
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timothée chalamet in call me by your name (2017) dir. luca guadagnino
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A bookshop and some cats in Venice, my new favourite city for aimless wandering ⭐️
#1st picture credit to my lovely boyfriend who takes loads of pics so I don’t have to take out my phone all the time💓💕💞💖#light academia#cottagecore#Naturecore#bookblr#romantic academia#classical academia#Venice#Cats of tumblr#catblr#studyblr#studyblr community#Call me by your name
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“If you only knew how little I know about the things that matter.”
Call Me By Your Name (2017) dir. Luca Guadagnino
#I can’t believe this is my first cmbyn post I literally rewatch this movie so much or else I go insane#cmbyn#call me by your name#luca guadagnino#timothée chalamet#armie hammer#michael stuhlbarg#esther garrel#andré aciman#amira casar#film screencaps#film stills#films#screencaps#cinematography#italian cinema
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And when I'm back in Chicago, I feel it Another version of me, I was in it
lady bird (2017) / the bear (2022–) / frances ha (2012) / past lives (2023) / good will hunting (1997) / lost in translation (2003) / fleabag (2016–2019) / normal people (2020) / la la land (2016) / moonlight (2016) / sharp objects (2018) / the worst person in the world (2021) / call me by your name (2017) / shiva baby (2020)
#lady bird#the bear#frances ha#past lives#good will hunting#lost in translation#fleabag#normal people#la la land#moonlight#sharp objects#the worst person in the world#call me by your name#shiva baby#*#mine: moodboards#multi#mine#film#web weaving#filmedit#tvedit#screencaps
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!! You can click on the pages to make them bigger :) !!
hi hi, Angels… It’s that time of the month again, YOU GOT MAIILL <3
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This, I say. This and this. The way his hair looked in summer sun. His face when he ran. His eyes, solemn as an owl at lessons. This and this and this. So many moments of happiness, crowding forward.
Song of Achilles
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Ok, so I have it under very good authority that it was in fact a croissant 🥐
#frenchpastry
"And if you can't be signed up
This year, next year will do.
My heart has made its mind up
And I'm afraid it's you."
Memory : March 23, 2020, Poetryinthewild posted a video of Armie reading a poem by Wendy Cope "Valentine" in Central Park.
Oh! It was a pain au chocolat ? Typical french pastry?
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Timothée Chalamet in CALL ME BY YOUR NAME (2017) dir. Luca Guadagnino
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