#them wanting tim to cheat on him yall are sick!!!

[akaanmo]

thank you for this great inspo

[friendlylocalwriter]

thank u, next pt. 2

Pairing(s):Timothee Chalamet x fem!reader

Warnings: angst (i love pain what can i say), kind of fluffy? (my idea of fluff is just softer angst fmknfsknfns)

Word Count: 2,043 

author’s note: ok im ACTUALLY back this time LMAO. yall wanted, so yall shall receive. enjoy :-)

p.s. it’s not essential to read part 1 before reading this as i wrote it as a stand alone, but if you want a little more context check out pt. 1! :)

It was early on a cold Sunday morning, and I had just stopped into my local cafe for some much-needed caffeine. I stuffed my frozen fingers into my coat pocket and rushed inside to escape the chilling New York air, and was immediately bombarded with the bustling sounds of the shop.

“The usual?”

I was pulled out of my thoughts and looked up to see the barista smiling widely at me, already plugging in numbers. 

“Yes, Vivian, thanks,” I said softly, fishing out a crumpled ten dollar bill from my pocket. She handed me my change with a bright “Coming right up!”, and a few minutes later I was standing with a bagel and a coffee in my hands, wondering where to eat. 

I ended up deciding on the second-floor seating- the designated study area. It comprised mostly of adults typing away furiously on laptops, quickly downing shots of espresso and periodically letting out exasperated sighs. I sat down at a little table in the back and took a bite of my bagel, people-watching. My eyes laid on two teenagers in the corner seated on a little beanbag chair. The boy’s fluffy hair meshed with the short pixie cut of the girl he was laying beside, both nose deep in a book. The girl pointed at something in the thick novel, and the boy nodded, quickly jotting down something in a journal. Curious, I inch towards them to see if I could get a glimpse at the title, and my body freezes when I read it. “The Complete Works of Edgar Allen Poe.”

TWO YEARS PRIOR 

“’ The Complete Works of Edgar Allen Poe? Could you get any more pretentious?”

Timothee let out a hearty laugh as he settled into his chair and brushed his brown locks away from his face., He watched Y/N thumb through the stacks of books arranged haphazardly in his bedroom, lingering on those she found interesting. His eyes trailed down her body, settling on her dirty, doodled-on Converse. 

“Sick shoes,” he chortled, feigning surprise when she flipped him off. 

It was only the second time Timothee and Y/N hung out, and Timothee impulsively asked if she wanted to come over after they spent hours walking around the NYC streets, talking about everything and nothing. He realized how much it sounded like he just wanted to bang her, but (although he did want to do that eventually) he genuinely just ached to spend more time with her. She was funny and blunt and made random weird jokes and just made Tim feel warm and fuzzy all over.

“Huh. Never really pegged you as a self-help book kinda guy,” she muttered, so quietly that Timothee almost couldn’t hear her. But he did.

“Well, what kind of guy do you peg me as?”, he asked, leaning forward in his chair with a grin on his face. Y/N turned around, rolling her eyes when she saw that shit-eating smirk.

“The kind who probably asks every girl he likes to come over to his apartment so they can ‘talk about books.’“ she says with air quotes, walking towards him. Timothee rolled his eyes as she stationed himself in front of him, her legs pressed together in between his spread ones. He said nothing, lightly grazing his hand on the fabric of her jeans. 

Y/N looked down at him and instinctively started running her hands through his hair, her nails scratching at his scalp. He looked up at her with a confused yet entertained look on his face.

“I can’t help it, I like your hair” Y/N giggled, letting her hands sit at the back of his neck.

“Well, I like you,” Timothee said, moving his hands from his jeans to her hand, gently interlocking their fingers. Y/N said nothing for a couple of moments and Timothee looked up at her, nervous.

“Shit, that might’ve been too soon, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” 

Timothee’s words were cut off by Y/N pressing her lips against his.

PRESENT TIME

“Hey, lady, your phone is ringing,”

I shook my head and realized that my phone was, indeed, ringing at full volume and every person within a 5-foot vicinity was giving me the death glare. I scrambled to stuff my bagel in my purse and let out a rushed “Sorry!” as I grabbed my coffee and sped down the stairs and out of the cafe. Once I was outside, I let myself rest on the window and looked to see who was calling.

‘An unknown number. Weird,’ I thought. ‘I’m pretty sure I blocked all those telemarketers.’

I answer the phone call with a short “Who’s this?”

The line is silent for a few seconds until I hear something I thought I would never hear again.

“Hey, Y/N it-it’s me, Timothee.”

My breath hitched and soared back into my body. Everything came running forward- the late night talks, getting McDonald’s at 4 A.M, the kisses, the hugs, the night he left. 

Left. He left me.

“What the hell do you want?” I spat. Silence fell again, and I shifted against the cafe window, ready to hang up the phone. Then, I heard a deep sigh through the phone and something I didn’t expect- crying. 

“Please, can we talk in person. I ... need to see you,” he choked out. I shut my eyes hard, feeling tears welling beneath my eyelids. No matter what, him crying always made me cry. Always.

I wasn’t going to crack, though. 

“I don’t deserve this, Tim,” I laughed with no humor. “I just started to get used to having a life again, and you just call me out of nowhere asking to see me? You ruined me, T. I don’t owe you a damn thing.”

“Of course you don’t, that’s not what I meant, I-I’m sorry this was stupid. Sorry, sorry,” he rushed out with a quiet voice and the phone call disconnected. I let my head hang and a shuddered breath left my mouth, trying to wrap my head around what happened in the last minute. 

I knew I didn’t deserve this, so I deleted his number and went on with my life. I found another boy who cherished me, respected me, and loved me. I had kids, grandkids, and great-grandkids. I had peace.

I wish that were the truth.

3 DAYS LATER

Paul Anka’s “Put Your Head on Your Shoulder” was the first thing I heard when I pushed open the double doors to my local diner. The 50s-themed restaurant was a favorite of mine, and the food was to die for. I glanced over at the modern-style jukebox to get a glimpse of the time.

2:14 A.M. Jesus.

The diner was empty, and the bored teen behind the counter looked at me with lazy eyes when I approached him.

“Table for two, please,” I asked kindly, giving him a small smile. 

“You with the weirdo?” he questioned unenthusiastically, pointing over to a booth in the corner. I turned, confused, to see Timothee hunched over a cup of coffee. I felt my pulse quicken when he looked up, his dark eyes meeting mine.

“Yeah, sadly. Thanks,” I mumbled, dragging my feet as I trudged over to the booth. I took in a sharp breath when I saw Timothee up close.

His eyes were bloodshot red, dark circles prominent coating his undereye area. His face was sunken and his cheekbones were a lot more prevalent than I remembered. His billowy shirt barely hung on his frame, his collarbones peeking out from the top. I cringed; he looked so unhealthy and broken that I couldn’t bear to look at him anymore. I settled into my side of the booth and kept my eyes on my hands in my lap.

“I know I look a little rough around the edges,” he muttered, a bashful tone to his voice.

“Well, little isn’t exactly the word I would use,” I joked, not being able to stop myself. Timothee looked up at me and laughed, his hair bouncing along with him. I chuckled along, looking him in the eyes. I’m not sure how many moments passed where we were just gazed at each other, taking it all in.

“Are you guys ready to order, or...,” the teen from before came up to our table with his hands crossed over his chest and an annoyed look on his face.

“Uh, yeah, I’ll take a slice of cherry pie and a root beer,” I said, glancing at Timothee from above the menu to prompt him to order.

“I’ll just take another coffee.”

“Don’t know why’d you come to a diner just for coffee but whatever,” the teen said before snatching our menus and walking away. Timothee shook his head and I couldn’t help but snort at the kid’s actions. 

“He’s probably pissed that we are coming in to eat at two in the morning,” Timothee hypothesized. I hummed in agreement, the smile on my face falling when I remembered the situation I was in. 

An awkward silence took over the booth and I focused my eyes on anything except for the curly haired boy in front of me. 

“Look, Y/N, I know this is kind of shitty for me to ask you out to eat and bring up all these bad memories but I just needed to talk to you. I’m not even asking for forgiveness, or for us to get back together, I just,” his voice trailed off and I peeked at him, his head low and his lips pursed together.

“I feel like shit. Like, absolute shit for what I did to you. Not only did I make the biggest mistake of my life, but I was a huge dick about it. I’m sure nothing I say can ever make it better, but I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry. God, I’m so fucking sorry,” he cried, pushing his hair back and violently shaking.

“Christ, Tim, relax, you’re gonna make yourself sick breathing like that,” I hesitantly placed my hand on his face, making him look at me.

“Breathe, T. Breathe”

Timothee closed his eyes as he focused on taking in healthy amounts of air. I moved my hand to take it off of his face and he quickly reached up to put his hand on top of mine, leaving it on his damp cheek. 

“Timothee-”

“I love you, Y/N. With everything I have, every bone in my body,”

“Then why did you cheat on me?”

I think he was shocked I actually brought it up and said those words out loud. I jerked my hand back and put it back in my lap.

“Hmm? That’s why we are here, remember?” I sneered.

He took a big breath and his head bobbed against the back of the booth as he leaned back. 

“Honestly? I have no fucking clue. You had all these great opportunities at university and you were out so much and I felt so... neglected, I guess?”

“So, it’s my fault. Incredible,” I scoffed, grabbing my purse.

“No, no, no, of course not, wait- don’t go yet. Please” he scrambled to grab my hand.

I yanked it back and stood up.

“It was good to see you, Timothee. But I never need to again,” I tried to get out the sentence without crying, but I choked on the last word.

“Please, remember when you said we can fix this? I need us, I need you. I can’t live without you,” he begged, tears flowing down his face. I closed my eyes and exhaled quietly in an effort to catch my breath. In a few quick moves, I pressed my lips against Timothee’s temple, then dug fifteen dollars out of my purse and threw it on the table.

“That should cover the food. Goodbye, Tim,”

My name left Timothee’s mouth multiple times with increasing despair as I turned my back to him, making a beeline for the store. 

“The food’s about to be ready, dude,” the teen behind the counter said as I had the handle on the door. “You can’t wait a couple minutes?”

“Give it to the weirdo for me, please,” I said over my shoulder as I walked into the night, not knowing that would be the last time I’d ever see Timothee. 

[goodbyelore]

Get to know me Tag

Tagged by the lovely @awintersrose​

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people (... You’re bugging lmao. That’s probably not gonna happen my friends. Please everyone do it though. I like reading tags.)

THE LAST: 1. Drink: Water 2. Phone call: My girlfriend. 3. Text message: My friend! 4. Song you listened to: “Wonderland” by Caravan Palace 5. Time you cried: Watching Wonder Woman for the second time a few days ago. Couple tears. It’s just really well made yall.

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: No 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Nu 8. Been cheated on: Noo 9. Lost someone special: Nooo 10. Been depressed: Totally 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: No!

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: Black, Red, .... Maybe gold, but that’s a drawing thing.

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: Yuh 16. Fallen out of love: Nah 17. Laughed until you cried: Yeah. Like... a lot. 18. Found out someone was talking about you: Uh not in any new or harmful way. 19. Met someone who changed you: No 20. Found out who your friends are: The same ones still. 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Yeah. I don’t use facebook at all but technically yes. Yeah. 

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Idk who I’m friends with on facebook.  23. Do you have any pets: A snake named Adler. 24. Do you want to change your name: My legal name, yes. 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: I really don’t remember. 26. What time did you wake up: 2am/3am ‘o’ 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Sleeping.  28. Name something you can’t wait for: PAYCHECK @v@ 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Two minutes ago. 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: Ha :)c 31. What are you listening right now:  My air conditioner  32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Nope. A Tim though. 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: When someone calls you and you say ‘hold on’ and they just keep calling you. 34. Most visited Website: Tumblr or youtube.

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME 35. Mole/s: A good amount. 36. Mark/s: Stretchmarks, burn patch, uuuuuuh that’s it? 37. Childhood dream: Many. 38. Haircolor: Dark brown naturally but sometimes when I’m not lazy, it’s black. 39. Long or short hair: Very short. Most of my head is shaved. 40. Do you have a crush on someone: Yes. I am dating my crush. Nice. 41. What do you like about yourself: I handful physical pain well.  42. Piercings: 9 of them. Ears, nose, and a medusa. I love my medusa so much 43. Bloodtype: A+ 44. Nickname: There’s a lot. I’m fond of Luca. It sounds v cute. 45. Relationship status: Dating. 46. Zodiac: Cancer. (Moon: Capricorn. I say this because I think it’s more accurate.) 47. Pronouns: He/Him   48. Favorite TV Show: N/A unfortunately. 

49. Tattoos: None but I want v bad. 50. Right or left hand: Righty 51. Surgery: Nope 52. Hair dyed in different color: Always black. I want it to be gray so bad but bleaching process. 53. Sport: Lol. 55. Vacation: Japan. I’ve been, it’s lovely. Gladly go again and again. 56. Pair of trainers: What

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: Rice & Sausage 58. Drinking: Water 59. I’m about to: Go out for boba with my friend. 61. Waiting for: PAY CHECK!!!!  62. Want: Finish work for this upcoming con. Finish Rohan cosplay. 63. Get married: Only if the wedding it sick as hell. 64. Career: I’d really love to make my own content. (Comics, art. You know.)

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: Kisses. 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes 67. Shorter or taller: I just want to be taller ME! THEN EVERYONE! 68. Older or younger: n/a 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: no preference really. 71. Sensitive or loud: There’s something nice about getting loud with someone. Mutual loud excitement is cool.  72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: No 75. Drank hard liquor: Yes 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: No 77. Turned someone down: Yes 78. Sex on the first date: No 79. Broken someone’s heart: No 80. Had your heart broken: I’ve had it be very achey. 81. Been arrested: No 82. Cried when someone died: Yes 83. Fallen for a friend: Yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: Sometimes.  85. Miracles: Something like that. 86. Love at first sight: Probably not. Maybe in fiction. 87. Santa Claus: No 88. Kiss on the first date: Sure

OTHER: 90. Current best friend name: My ladyyyy 91. Eyecolor: Green? Blue? I get mixed answers tbh. 92. Favorite movie: Howls Moving Castle. Gattaca (I really want to add more but I’ll leave it there.)

Honestly TAGGING 20 PEOPLE!?

Please everyone who sees this just do it. Tags are fun to read. 

I’m a lazy shit.

[kittensinsocks24]

god I hate live action Beauty and the Beast: a roast post

I'm sick of yall telling me I gotta like this glitter glue cupcake and that if I don't I'm a monster. Here's a list of everything I hate personally and you can't stop me *Oh my God the beast face. Ooooh my god. They reduced his animalistic features so he no longer has the trademark hunch, lowered brow, or tusks. He has little baby vampire teeth. Pathetic. Give him tusks you cowards *Because they reduced that it looks like a human face with a large nose photoshopped onto an uncomfortably large buffalo head and it made me queasy every time he was on screen *Nearly all the object servants have hollow soulless beady eyes which also weirded me out to the point where I wanted them off the screen as soon as possible *The camerawork for Evermore suggests it's supposed to be sweeping and grand but why in God's good name did they go through all the trouble and effort into writing a bland and inferior version of If I Can't Love Her that isn't musically interesting and doesn't reach the high notes it should. Go listen to If I Can't Love Her and then Evermore and tell me which one is better. Spoiler alert. It's not Evermore. *Everything is so extra. Please let me rest. Literally does everything need 3 layers of tarnished gold filigree. Leave my eyes alone *Cry "practical simple elegance" all you want, that dress looks like a $100 Macy's prom dress and was clearly designed for easy merchandising. At the very least give her the gloves oh my god *why the F U C K would you take out the iconic stained glass intro for live action *Emma Watson can't sing. If they did put the Broadway songs in, no way could she pull off Home. She can't do it. No harm in it but she wasn't cut out for these songs *They put the cut line about growing a beard again back in which implies Belle is a massive furry and into ripped buffalo men *Lefou being gay is fine. I'm glad Disney at least attempted some kind of representation after all these years. But I really wish that his happy ending A: wasn't a short 2 second clip at the end and B: Didn't involve the other guy being from a man-in-a-dress joke that the audience was seemingly supposed to laugh at because that seems to imply that Disney thinks men trying feminine clothing and liking it instantly makes them gay which is giving me very bad 1990s Will and Grace vibes which should not be going on in 2017 *fuck i hate the beast's big weird face *I don't know if it's just me but the CGI makes it look like there's a bigger age gap than there really is which also worsens the terminal case of Big Weird Face syndrome *Lumiere is cheating the curse because he's technically just a tiny brass man. *Don't know why Plumette has a bird face. That was freaking me out too *Court composer maestro piano man is giving me very deep and horrifying flashbacks to the Tim Curry CGI Organ Guy from enchanted christmas and I never want that to be remembered *Beast's big lumpy photoshopped uncanny valley baby fangs lumpy lump face on his lumpy head *removed illiterate Beast subplot *no Human Again. It's been 15 years. At least give me that Long story short I will unapologetically hate this unnecessary cash grab for the fraud that I believe it is, knowing all the while yall ate it up and we're gonna have to sit through more years of excessive live action remakes because of your collective buffoonery. If you like it, fine. I can't stop you. But at least know the reason it was made wasn't out of popular demand.