#why timothee chalamet gotta do me like that

[juniebgroans]

so for like months i've been struggling with the why of why I get so personally frustrated and annoyed with all the people labels on tiktok/instagram/short video content. This isn't like gender and sexuality labels. No, I'm talking labels like "water girlie" and "clean girl" and "almond mom" and however many other "boy" and "girl"/"mom" and "dad" labels that have been created.

and I got so side tracked about the gender aspect of it. Because there is something to be said there, right? about having to label behavior and appearances and actions as belonging to an entire gender, which is both very bioessentialist and also very "this group is a monolith" blah blah blah

but then. but then. I saw a tweet about Dune, a movie/book that I have not read nor watched and have about -2% interest in doing so. But. the tweet was like "Dune is not about the dangers of men with savior complexes, it's actually about the dangers of boy moms". And while I have -2% interest in this story, it is currently the hyperfocus of my husband, whom I love dearly. So I know a thing or two about Dune. And there is a point to the tweet, i.e., one of the themes of the story is about the hidden political power of women in this sci fi society that is male dominated, and the problems that come with that set up to society, both in terms of men with messiah complexes and yes, women who enact their political desires by raising or aligning themselves with certain men with messiah complexes.

and then it hit me

the labels annoy me because they focus on the person and not the systemic issue. Right? Like Dune isn't about "boy moms" it's an examination of how women without the same agency as men might use certain aspects of their assumed gender roles (nurturing, motherhood, etc.) to achieve the agency they desire. So it's not about the person ("boy moms") it's about the society/system (science fiction world that reflects the extreme patriarchy and adherence to gender roles of the 60s, when the book was written).

All this to be said. Because I'm done talking about Dune because fuck Dune lol. Stop making up labels for people, when a label for the society issue/problem that they are engaging with almost certainly already exists. Take a different example - almond mom. It's focused entirely on the criticism of the mom, the person. But it's really just that you had a mom who was fatphobic and believed in whatever weird strain of diet culture most resonated with her and her deeply rooted insecurities that were ingrained in her that she then took out on other people, most likely her children, in a traumatizing way. Unfortunately that does mean that that "almond mom" becomes a real person with real issues that we can almost feel sorry for and sympathize with, even though, y'kno, fatphobia and diet culture are horrible and need to be demolished and don't blame your kid for all your imagined failures.

So all in all - these labels blame the person and not the system. Which both makes it easier for us to get caught up in hating people and furthering disconnection. And it obfuscates discussion about real world systemic violence being committed on a societal, national, international level - because we're too worried about Christine the Boy Mom, instead of the toxic masculinity and rape culture that she has encouraged her son to embrace.

[spideysbruh]

Thank You GQ

a/n- the lil ~ means a passage of time

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tchalamet GQ.

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tstan your shoots are always the best

GQ let's do it again some time mr. chalamet

y/n oh my

timmylaurie he's so cute omg

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y/n what's everyone asking for from santa?

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timmytimstan omg t liked

yourfriend what are you getting me for christmas 🤭

y/n literally no clue ❤️

tchalamet a vinyl record would be nice

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y/n 🤔

timmytimstan omg t commented !

timmysgf who is she ??

tchalamet oh wow.

kylesballs not him simping for a random insta model publicly LMAOO

timotheeandall y/n is NOT an instagram model omggg 💀

@y/n tweeted: need. need so bad

@sinusandsocks replied- me too girl 💀💀

@lauriesarmpit replied- no way the first tweet I see of hers is ab timmy 😭😭💀💀

@tsgf replied- how do you know it's about him?

@ynsleftear replied- trust me, she's been like this for a while 💀💀 she stays shooting her shot!!

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y/n honeymoon fades

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sabrinacarpenter caption. i love you.

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ynstan BEAUTIFUL GIRL

tchalamet need.

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chalametgirl BYEEEE LMAOOOOO

tchalamet oh my.

rachelzegler absolutely gorgeous. when are we hanging out 🥺🥺

y/n im free next week <3 let me dm you w my schedule LMAOO we need to have a sleepover again I got so much to tell you

rachelzegler omg this is happening ill see you next week love

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tchalamet just posted a story!

@y/n tweeted: the average person was never meant to have this much lore.

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@ynsblanket replied- oh god what happened girl

@ynandtimschild replied- you're literally dating timothee chalamet it's okay 😩😩🙏🏼

@y/n replied- exactly!!! life is crazy.

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@timoatreides replied- wait what💀💀

@realchalamet tweeted: life IS crazy

@paulswhore replied- BROOOO !?!?!!!

@ynsgf replied- HELPP!?!?!!! at 2am is crazy

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y/n two years. you've dealt with every part of me and you're still here with me. I love you more than anything my silly boy. I'll always remember the GQ issue that finally gave me the courage to dm you 💀💀

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tchalamet ohhhh THATS why its framed in our place 🤔🤔

y/n but also cause im so proud of you 😍things can have two meanings 🫶

paulsdune TWO YEARS ?!?!!! it took yall forever to make it official huh

y/n you're telling me...

tchalamet thank god for GQ cause i was too scared to dm you myself 💀💀

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lauriesyn NO WAYYYY HAPPY ANNIVERSARY YALLL

kyleshair literally my parents omg

timosbirthmark tbh it's good they waited a while to actually date, people be so quick to jump into relationships LMAOO

rachelzegler our double dates are some of my favorite memories

y/n same we gotta do it again

mariastory timothee and josh being friends omg

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tchalamet thank you once again GQ. i think i'm much more mature this time around. and thank you for getting me the love of my life with the 2020 issue, I am eternally grateful.

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y/n oh my 😍

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laurieslaurence YOU ATEEEE the lil part about y/n and how much she's helped shape you 🥺🥺🫶🫶

atreideskyle i ❤️ my boyfriend

zendaya OKAYYYYY

willyswonka he seems like such a good boyfriend to y/n

florencepugh so proud of you!!!

charliestimo the comparison to the 2020 and this one 🥺🥺 he's already grown so much 😭💔💔

ayoedebiri 🫶🫶

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tchalamet my love deserves a post of its own. when we're apart i count down the minutes until we can be together again. you make me the best possible version of myself and i thank you for it. you are the most beautiful person inside and out, and I'm so lucky to get to not only know you, but love you as well. i love you happy two years my pretty girl.

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timosatreid "MY PRETTY GIRL" GOD WHEN 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺

y/n you just had to outdo my caption huh.

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addisonraee yall are too cute pls stop

sabsyn THE HAND PLACEMENT IN THE SECOND PIC WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE. HAND. PLACEMENT.

ynschals imagine how many pics they have of each other on their phones that we'll never see... 😖

yourfriend no other guy could make her as happy as you, timmy!

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y/n idk if you know this but i love you

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[tenrousei-kuroi]

Hi. I was just wondering how do you perceive canon Sirius? I haven’t read any of the books and I keep seeing different interpretations (psychotic bully top, Regina George, woke gen z etc etc) of this character it really makes me wonder.

Oh, that's a really good question...and you have no idea the novel-length response it's going to prompt from me, lol.

I'll give my short response first and only the brave and masochistic will need to venture below the cut...

Sirius was as good a person as most people can reasonably be. He suffered a lot in his life and didn't handle it very well. While he showed that he logically understood right and wrong, the moral complexity of the world, etc., he was ultimately someone who struggled to live by his own standards. A hypocrite, really, though I say that word a bit more softly than most. He spent half his life in prison for a crime he didn't commit yet still felt guilty for and was never really given the chance to properly mature.

Ultimately the words I would use would be immature, depressed, selfish, and regretful. Very much the poster child for displacement, ie: someone who has been hurt taking that anger and acting out towards others.

We learn directly who Sirius is after Azkaban, through his appearances in the first five books. And we learn indirectly about his Hogwarts years through a few flashbacks and lot of very biased recollections...

Because Harry Potter is the point of view character for the series, we don't ever get to see anyone else's thoughts, and so any interpretations of character motivations are going to get run through two filters: one is Harry's perception, and the second is the reader themselves.

That's a longform way of me admitting that my interpretations of Sirius Black may actually say more about me than they really do about him.

So I can't claim to be right or anything like that when I spout off how I personally feel about a secondary character like Sirius. But I do like to think my ideas are grounded in pretty solid logic. I guess I'll start off with what Sirius Black really isn't:

A woke gen z-er, as you put it lol. There's of course nothing wrong with someone going this route in their fanfics, it's all just for fun, and I like a lot of these works, personally. And I can see how and why people gravitate towards them. But I will warn anyone whose entire experience with the Marauders is coming from fanfics where Sirius Black is helping Timothee Chalamet his brother navigate his trans awaking and calming his lover Remus Lupin down from a panic attack using Tik-Tok approved counseling tricks to not go diving into the actual canon Harry Potter series expecting that....because you will not find it, lol.

An incestuous and abusive psychopath. I gotta' be fair and throw my own works under the same bus here. As much as I think I stick closer to canon Sirius in a lot of ways....the Sirius that pops up in my fanfic shenanigans is just as out of left field. As much as Sirius/Regulus has been my OTP for basically forever, I could never actually see canon-Sirius displaying the level of deliberate, active cruelty or complete lack of basic morality that I like to attach to him. Like other people giving him the vocabulary of a 2020's Tik-Tok star, it's just a fun fantasy on my end.

So I guess that leaves us with trying to figure out what exactly Sirius Black is. At least as far as we can surmise from his canon behaviors.

Full disclosure that I am not including Pottermore or any of JKR's random tweets. As far as I'm concerned, canon is the 7 main books and I don't pay attention to much else. So let's break it down book-by-book:

Philosopher's/Sorcerer's Stone: He's mentioned once here, just in passing. Hagrid talks about Sirius lending him his motorcycle to get Harry to the Dursleys' faster. With the context we later gain from book three, we can plausibly assume that Sirius Black is incredibly reactive, and quick to go all-in on things in the wake of a huge emotional upset. With his friends dead and Hagrid refusing to give him his godson, Sirius essentially 'throws away' his most prized possession and only getaway--his motorcycle--and then goes away with the Aurors, laughing loudly instead of trying to proclaim his innocence.

Prisoner of Azkaban: This is Sirius's book and he spends 80% of it as the villain, at least until the Truth(tm) is revealed at the end. But even though he's proven not to be a Death Eater or murderer, he still behaves alarmingly. It's explained that Sirius's innocence was the 'unhappy' thought that kept him sane in prison, but it didn't stop him from becoming obsessive. He's so consumed with the desire for revenge against Peter Pettigrew (not necessarily saying I blame him, lol) that he is willing to endanger and even outright hurt Harry and his friends to do so. He does make mention that part of his motivation was to 'save Harry' as he felt Peter being in disguise as a rat living at Hogwarts was dangerous to his godson. But he did almost choke the kid out in that shack when he got in the way of Peter Pettigrew Murder Time, lol. So Sirius was somewhat emotionally volatile. It's clear he doesn't always think things through before he acts.

This is further reiterated with the whole Snape-Lupin-James werewolf fun times fiasco. We don't get a direct and honest retelling of "The Prank" events ever, instead having to make due with different characters giving their opinions on decades-old memories. Dumbledore first presents the issue without mentioning Sirius at all, merely telling Harry in the first book that Snape "never forgave" James for saving his life and then trying to pass off all of Snape's behaviors towards Harry as a sort of begrudging protective role and half-assed effort to make even with a ghost. By book three we get more context and learn that James "saved" Snape after Sirius told him how to get to the Shack. Sirius clearly has a habit of razing things down in anger without thought towards the consequences, and then hiding from the responsibility, possibly from selfishness or guilt or both. We know that Remus, Lily and others were able to forgive him for nearly getting Snape killed and Remus imprisoned, so it's likely that his guilt over the situation was genuine.

Basically here we have someone who does not handle emotions well. Possibly an environmentally learned trait from growing up with the kind of parents that burn pictures of you and loudly declare you're not welcome at home anymore yet never actually disown you from their will...can't say for sure, but...ya' know...

Goblet of Fire: After the immediate chaos of breaking out of prison fades and Sirius has a support group of friends who know and believe he's innocent, he gets to transition a bit, and we see that he is also very protective and eager to be involved. He has a couple moments where he goes full Dad-mode on Harry, and I have a sneaking suspicion that Dumbledore finding him a good hiding spot in Hogsmeade was less of a "hey Sirius come hang out near the school" thing and more of an "okay I know I can't stop you from getting as close to Harry as possible, will you please at least stay in this safe hiding spot I found for you?" concession.

We also see Sirius criticizing Barty Crouch Sr. for not being there for his son. Sirius is able to connect the dots and comes to the logical conclusion that much of Barty Crouch Jr.'s behavior is the fault of his father for being uncaring in the first place. He sees that those around the Death Eaters do--in some cases--bear some blame for not paying attention, for not reaching out, and for ultimately setting them up to join Voldemort. Yet...Sirius does not seem willing to connect this realization to his own treatment of Severus Snape, his younger brother, or even Peter Pettigrew.

Order of the Phoenix: This is where we get the most of his character, I feel, and some of it is subtle. I'll admit that 90% of my characterization of Sirius as actually caring deeply for his brother comes from the sixth chapter:

"...my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them..."

...

"Was he killed by an Auror?" Harry asked tentatively.

"Oh no," said Sirius. "No, he was murdered by Voldemort...from what I found out after he died, he got in so far, then panicked about what he was being asked to do."

Harry asks if Regulus has been killed. And as Sirius corrects his assumptions about Reg being offed by an Auror, he also corrects the verb, from killed to murdered. And generally you don't describe a just killing as a murder. Death Eater or not, Sirius didn't think his brother deserved to die. He also admits that he went actively looking for information about Regulus. Again not the mark of someone who doesn't care.

And while I would describe Sirius as immature, that does not mean he was completely without maturity. He takes a lot of hits in this book, a lot of very harsh words get flung his way. He has to deal with Snape's constant snide remarks about how cowardly Sirius is for staying at home cleaning all day instead of fighting Voldemort, hell, he has to sit there and let the Weasley twins call him a coward to his face just because they're upset that their father has been injured and they're angry that Sirius is safe under house arrest while their parents aren't.

And all this because he's still a wanted fugitive, unable to venture outside safely. He wants to fight but can't. Powerlessness and depression hit him hard in this book.

In the chapter where Harry dives into Snape's pensieve we get our one and only 'objective' view of Sirius as a teenager, where it becomes clear that he was arrogant, handsome, talented, and very popular. He also liked to start altercations. This is actually our first big fissure between Harry and Sirius, and between Harry and his dad.

While James and Sirius are shown as going out of their way to pick fights with someone they don't like, Harry is such a passive and much more emotionally aware character that this causes significant pain to him. To find out that Sirius and James really were bullies is a big blow to Harry, who would never behave that way. He spent most of his childhood being bullied, after all, and I think that in that memory, Harry realized just how much more he identified with Snape as opposed to his own father and godfather and that really freaked him out.

Not to mention how uncomfortable it is to realize that these "bullies" were people Harry loved. Because once you have to come to terms with finding out someone you respect and love has done something cruel, it leaves your opinions on others shaky. This moment wasn't just about making Harry realize there was a "bad side" to Sirius and James, but also the first step towards helping him understand there may be a good side to people like Dudley Dursley or Draco Malfoy.

Sirius is quick to dismiss his past mistakes, he rarely owns up to them. This doesn't mean he's got no conscience, just that he--once again--does not deal with emotions easily. He clearly doesn't respond to his own guilt very well. So he brushes off his treatment of Snape and even his dismissal of his own family. In Sirius's mind, he and James are "allowed" to have matured out of their past bad behaviors and deserve to not be criticized for them...yet Sirius is unwilling to extend this grace to others. Everyone else around him is permanently stuck as how he first perceived them.

Sirius never finding out the full truth of Regulus's death is a huge disappointment to me, as I would have loved to have seen how he reconciled his inability to change his mind about his family with such an obvious act of heroism.

Ultimately book 5 shows that Sirius is, like a lot of us, very susceptible to "being a good person in theory". He very easily falls prey to cruel behaviors against "bad" people. He treats Kreacher the house elf terribly and uses his position as Kreacher's master to control and belittle him, using it almost as an opportunity for revenge against his family for what must have been a rough childhood. Yet he would never do that if Kreacher were nice to him.

It's a sort of complicated hypocrisy. Sirius treats people based on his personal feelings towards them, not based on what is right. Snape was "a little oddball up to his eyes in the Dark Arts", and that is how Sirius justifies his and James's behaviors. The reality is that Sirius wanted to be good, clearly saw himself as a hero, and was more than willing to die to protect the people he loved (he literally does die in this book to help Harry). But he still gave into the same kind of selfish cruelty he complained about growing up with.

It's not just that he was "an idiot at the age of fifteen", as he describes it. Most of us were. Anyone who claims they were always an enlightened progressive-minded justice fighter constantly standing up for the marginalized is just not remembering age twelve very well. The true mark of Sirius's character is that he can't handle the guilt. When the topic comes up, he hides from it, brushing people off quickly and making excuses. He is unable to openly and honestly confront his own mistakes.

Sirius himself told Harry "the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters" and those are probably the wisest words in the whole series. Yet...he was unable to actually live by those words.

Do as I say and not as I do, right? Lol.

Ultimately this character flaw was his downfall. The climax of book 5--and consequently Sirius's death, as well--comes as a direct result of Kreacher's betrayal, a betrayal he was only able to pull off because Sirius, in one of his many fits of anger towards the elf, ordered him "OUT."

He was definitely one of the good guys. I'm not here with any edgy take about how Sirius was somehow worse than the literal wizard nazis. But also...he wasn't perfect, either, and he did and said some very bad things.

A lot of people I think find comfort in that binary split, where characters are either perfect angels or the worst monsters ever. And the meta that get the most clicks are going to be the ones that take those crazy stances of "'[Character You Hate] is Actually a Perfect Angel and Here's Why" or vice versa.

I know that I personally used to write like that, as well. It's actually a touch painful to look back at some of my earliest writings and see just how badly they lacked any nuance...(but boy did I feel like I was making some serious Statements(tm) at the time lol). So it's safe to say my idea of Sirius has definitely grown with time. As have my interpretations of the rest of the characters, too. The more life experiences you have, the better context you can bring to the stories you read. The more diverse people you meet, the more you can start to understand. As your real world grows, so too do the fictional worlds you read about.

So that's my idea of Sirius Black in a very large nutshell. This is the first time I've ever spit all these thoughts out at one time and it was fun to do!

I've seen a lot of different interpretations of Sirius's character over the years and I hope I didn't come across as dissing on any of them. What the reader brings to the table is key. My ideas of why Sirius did the things he did is heavily influenced by my experiences with friends and members of my own family. And the specific areas where my stories jump off from canon into my own little world is equally born of my own life. They come from my memories and from my interests. What ideas I personally like to explore. So when I see someone else's fanfic be just radically off base from how I would have ever conceived of writing the character...I get it.

He's not a real person. So no matter how you see him you can't really be wrong. Each different Sirius Black that pops up on tumblr or Ao3 is just a little window into what's interesting or important to that author.

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Love, Ten

[cannibalizedlove]

This may be a more headcanon ask? Idk it could be formed into a short or smthn but I was wondering on your opinion on how timothee chalamet would think if bff fem!reader asked him if he could help her get a girlfriend? Kind of like the first time she has come out to him since he didn't know she liked girls and what his honest reaction is and how he'd help her and if he accepts or not etc

my sexuality has been very questioning and I've been imagining some sort of story where my comfort person such as him would view it :)

This ask is so, so cute! I love this idea and I think platonic fics are so sweet! Hope you enjoy!

Wingman.

Information and warnings — Platonic! Timothée x Reader, Fem! Reader, coming out, short and sweet, goofy Timmy, small line of gay Timmy (because you know me), fluff to the max.

You were sitting around the table with Timothée and his cast mates of his upcoming film. The two of you had been friends since high school and he always brought you to group lunches.

Most would guess your eyes would be glued to the handsome movie star, but you found yourself ogling a pretty blonde woman across the diner table. She was effortlessly beautiful, her cheeks a pretty red when she would laugh.

When Timothée excused himself to indulge in his terrible habit of smoking cigarettes, you jumped up to join him. You were normally anxious, but Timothée noticed this spike in your uncomfortable fidgeting, he knew something was up.

The two of you stood outside, Timothée taking a drag of his cigarette and you nervously playing with your hair.

“Hey, what’s up, dickhead.” Your friend asked, only giving you the most affectionate of nicknames since childhood.

“It’s just like.. I don’t know. I gotta tell you something, but you promise not to freak?” You swallowed thickly, you were never nervous around him, so he definitely knew this was important to you.

Timothée put his cigarette out on the brick wall behind him and turned to give you his full attention. He was usually a goofy, sarcastic guy but whenever you were hurt or nervous; he would completely flip to a kind, understanding man.

“You know me, you can tell me anything.” He said with a smile, giving you a warm feeling of reassurance before cupping his hands together, giving you the floor for your big announcement.

“I think.. man. I think I like girls. Well I don’t think, I know I like girls.” You sputtered out, running a hand through your hair and gritting your teeth while waiting for his reaction.

Timothée was shocked, not in a bad way, but he was taken aback. He had always wondered about your stance on your sexuality, but never wanted to poke to prod. He also saw you giving eyes to his cast mate, but brushed it off as you finding her outfit pretty or something of that nature.

“Woah, were you like, scared to tell me? You know I’d never judge, you can tell me anything, man.” He smiled at you and grabbed your shoulder, gently shaking you in a friendly gesture.

“I was just worried that you wouldn’t look at me the same you know?” You explained, shaking your head while you smiled from his reaction.

You didn’t know why you were so worried, Timothée was a great guy, he’d never mess anything up for something silly like who you liked to get down with.

Now it was on to the next part, begging him to be your wingman. You knew you would never be able to land a date with a gorgeous actor without a bit of his charm.

“So.. the next part.. If you don’t mind,” You chuckled out with a smug expression, the nervousness instantly washing away when you were met with the friendship that began all those years ago.

“Jesus christ, what’s the next part..” Timothée faked an exhausted voice, giggling as he plucked another cigarette out of the package.

You smiled and softly pushed him away, “Do you think you can hook me up with your pretty, blonde cast mate?,” You rolled your eyes and stole a cigarette from him.

“Okay player!” He laughed heartily as he nodded his head while blowing smoke from his lips.

“You’re in luck, she’s always talking about how she wants a girlfriend to vacation with. I can hook you up.. for the right price.” Timothée turned on his heel, about to reach for the door.

“Price? What do you want, Timmy Tim?” You folded your arms, and looking at him with an unamused expression.

“You hook me up with that cute dude that works with you.” Timothée smirked, throwing his cigarette on the ground and putting it out with his foot. Opening the door to become the best wingman for you and get you a girlfriend.

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Wonka 2023

No one was asking for a prequel to the original movie, but in this modern era we can only do reboots or remakes or sequels and prequels, so that's just how it'll be.

Notably, they immediately start off with Timothee Chalamet in the classic outfit from the first movie? purple ish coat, brown hat etc. You just think they'd have waited 'til the end of the movie and not, literally immediately right? Also it's a musical, in that Willy Wonka sings, and not the oompa loompas. They do songs way too often too, like 4 or 5 in the first 50 minutes, and they're all very similar sounding as well. For some reason magic is just real in this movie? Like Wonka's hat has infinite storage and he's got bottled sunglight he puts in chocolate. what the fuck is that about? Magic isn't real, and it was never real in the 1971 movie, why is it here now. The plot was alright, it doesn't have like major twists but why would you expect that, it's functional and works for the story intended/ Best part of this movie is easily the oompa loompas, I loved them, in the beginning Floofty I believe he's called? he does the weird little flute tune from the 2005 movie and I found it honestly very charming, and it's hard to mess up an oompa loompa song, they're always good. Though they looked a little bad, regular human head CGI'ed orange with green hair, on a CGI small body.

Also, none of the chocolates he makes are original? like original to this movie. He makes a chocolate that makes you float, similar to fizzy lifting drinks. and a chocolate with multiple different flavors that experience a meal over time, just like the dinner chewing gum. an eclair that makes your hair grow, like the candy from the 2005 movie. Near the end of the movie Wonka makes a comment about wishing a chocolate could last forever.

Final Review: that was almost kind solid? I gotta say I enjoyed the movie, it's nothing legendary but it's also not that bad either, though the other people watching with me didn't seem to agree. If you want to watch it or it sounds interesting to you, you should. But it's in no way a 'must see' movie.

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People are being willfully obtuse over this Letterboxd thing

All day I've been fighting rather combative/defensive people over what they claim is a miniscule, meaningless issue. And even though they perceive it to be a non-issue, they are fighting me as if I am personally insulting them or something.

That is, people using the Letterboxd review section to dump their witty one-liners about a movie instead of actually writing reviews.

Just so we're clear: I'm team "Let people use the site however they want!" and team "Let people enjoy things!!"

I mean, that doesn't mean I have to like that yall are treating the review section like it's the SNL writer's room. Letting people enjoy things isn't the same as agreeing with what they do or not having any type of grievance whatsoever.

And boy do I have grievances.

A random twitter user sums it up quite beautifully here:

Let me also be clear about a very important point here: Letterboxd users have overwhelmingly signaled that they are okay with this behavior. In fact, it has become the main vibe of the site. Insofar as Letterboxd continues to get traffic, it could care less about these joke reviews.

And at the end of the day, if I've gotta be okay with that, I've gotta be okay with it.

But that STILL doesn't mean I can't disagree with it in practice.

It's about the sanctity of a review section being for actual reviews. These type of "reviews" don't go into any detail about any of the film's qualities and are usually some silly reference to the actors in the film and a user's creepy/thirsty/parasocial comments toward them or some oversimplification of the film's plot done for comedic effect. Clearly, if that's going to be the vibe of the site, then it needs to be rebranded away from "Reviews" to "Comments" or "Shoutbox" or something. Because these are so far from being reviews it's not even funny (literally).

And I don't understand why there's absolutely no recourse for this: We should be able to sort and filter these kinds of reviews to avoid having to see them. I went through some suggestions on Reddit and people came out of the woodwork, calling me every name in the book except a child of God. And I was shocked. Why are people so vehemently against giving users the option to simply avoid such low effort reviews?

And then it hit me. People are just often so maliciously lackadaisical that it hurts sometimes. This very lax, laissez-faire attitude of "What? If you don't like it, just KEEP SCROLLING!! It's not hurting you!" is so reductive it actually hurts me, lol. Motherfuckers are running amok on this site, writing "Timothee Chalamet is zaddy" as their review and you seem to think the problem is with people not being able to scroll past it? Where's the damn quality control??? It's non-existent!

And then they said, "But it's just social media!!" Yes and no. It barely qualifies as social media! It's more of an indexing/cataloging/REVIEW type site, and it's SUPPOSED to be for film enthusiasts. Don't you want people to show just a little passion for the artform?

And then they said, "Well if you don't like it you can just block the people that write those reviews." Fam, what kind of option is that? I'd be here all day systematically blocking people. Instead of Letterboxd letting us sort and filter these reviews out, people really think the solution is just to either keep scrolling or block people.

I'm truly appalled at how people de-value our platforms and reduce them to nothing, and then attack anyone for wanting more. "Bro, it's not that serious bro, bro it's not that deep bro!" TO YOU!!!! It's not that deep to YOU!

That doesn't mean that has to be the default mode for everyone else.

[iloveyouimsorrry]

I have a few bear with mdr

Favourite Marauders ship/s?

Favourite Taylor Swift songs?

Rank all of Taylor's albums in order of your favourite?

Favourite One Direction Era?

And lastly: What are your Marauders Fan-casts if you had to make a movie? Sorry I had to add one more:

Opinions on the Harry Potter re-boot? And another:

What has been the highlight/s of your week so far?

yaya okay!!

1) my fav marauders era ship has gotta be wolfstar bc they were my original otp 😭😭😭

2) my tears ricochet, champagne problems, and king of my heart

3) folklore and evermore are tied at first place, then reputation, speak now, midnights, lover, debut, 1989, red, fearless (OMG THIS MADE ME SO SAD I FEEL SO BAD DEBUT IS SO FAR DOWN AND DEBUT IS THE BEST AND WHY IS FEARLESS LAST OMG 😭😭😭)

4) definitely 100% their frat boy eras it’s literally my fav era ever 🫶🫶🫶

5) okok so remus as andrew garfield, sirius as ben barnes, james as reiky de valk, reg as timothee chalamet, lily as annalise basso, marlene as beabadoobee, barty as maxence danet fauvel, dorcas as anok kon, mary as sofia bryant. and i have yet to find ones that i really like for evan and pandora 🙁 (also ik my remus and ben ones are basic and i do not care 😭😭😭)

6) just… no

7) hm probably seeing some friends i hadn’t seen in awhile!

thanks for sending all the questions this was fun!!

[extremelyblackandwhite]

i need to be honest - i love the dune movie from the 80s idk why but the vibes are there but i've been putting off watching the dune movies and today i did watch the first one and i gotta say i didn't rly like it. the pacing is just weird and it just idk, maybe it's cause i really like the 80s movie and it has such a distinct tone to it that watching the new movies with their modern prestige lens felt a bit off.

i've read the books and honestly the new movies do fit a lot better with that narrative but idk, i just didn't enjoy it as much. maybe it's timothee chalamet exhaustion but i think it's cause as someone who grew up with a lot of 80s themed sci fi which was VERY campy and kinda dorky, seeing it lacking in the new movie felt a bit alienating to me as an audience member

[liinos]

tired of seeing people call timothee hot

[meetmyothersouls]

I’m your biggest fan & totally obsessed with the Halloween theme! Can I request 🔪Hotel of Horrors

You're so so kind! Thank you so much, never thought I'd have a fan :) This one's for you!

Hotel of Horrors

Warnings: creepy hotel, mentions of ghosts, curses and death, knives and lots of threatening

Timothee x first person reader

I'm pissed.

I slam my hand against the bell on a counter that no one sits behind. Not only is my room a mess, but it smells like a dead raccoons ass. I wish I was kidding, but it's pretty fucking bad.

"Hello?" I slam my palm once more on the bell, breaking it in the process. "Does anyone work in this shit hole?"

"I do," a shaky voice says as a body shoots up from behind the counter. He knocks over a vase behind him and barely saves it from shattering on the ground. He couldn't save the dying roses or the water from spilling out. "I do," he repeats.

His whole entrance startles me, and I step back a few inches. Did he not hear me torturing the bell sitting on his counter? And what the hell was he doing on the floor? A slew of other questions come to mind, but the timid man behind the counter starts talking again. He's tall, skinny and deathly pale. He reminds me a lot of a Tim Burton Claymation character. Dark circles surround his eyes rimmed in red and he licks his lips nervously. "S-so sorry, ma'am. I'm Tim Chalamet, a-a-and I run this establishment." His fist pounds on the counter and the action startles him even though he's the one who did it. "Wha-what can I do for you?"

"Well, you can start by chilling the hell out. You need a xanny or something? You're making me anxious as fuck, dude." Tim swallows hard as I speak. He looks around the lobby like a scared, tortured puppy, waiting to be attacked. By what? I'm not sure but he's gotta cut that shit out. "And second, have you or anyone else been in room 794? It's actually offensive."

"7-794?" Tim's shaky hands move to the keyboard of an old computer. He types what I assume to be my room number as his eyes bounce across the screen. "Oh," he says, his face draining of what color remained in it.

"Oh? What do you mean 'oh'?"

"N-nothing. Nothing. I'll gladly reimburse you and give you a new room for free. No one should be in room 394."

"And why is that?" I ask. He's peaked my curiosity.

Tim's hand shoots up and runs nervously through his hair, tousling it. He grabs a handful off it, but lets it go before he pulls any of it out. This dude is going through it. "Uhhh, died. Someone died in there. Multiple someone's actually."

"Multiple!?"

"Y-yes 34 to be exact. Rooms cursed. I'm so sorry."

I'm not sure if he's apologizing because of the mishap of me getting the room or the fact that there's a very grand possibility that I am now cursed myself.

Fuck.

"You're fuckin' kidding."

"No. No, sadly not." Tim shoots back down and pops back up with a new room key. 795. I can't help but roll my eyes. Like room 795 is any less cursed than its lovely neighbor 794. "Here's you're new k-key. Enjo-oy your stay." He drops the key on the counter and turns, making his way to a set of swinging doors, I assume lead to a break room of some sort. I've still got to get my stuff out of my old room, but at this point I'm too spooked to go by myself, but I'm writing a new book and need several of the things out of that room. Fuck, this place. I don't want to go alone. In my head I'm whining and stomping like a four year old. Tim has already disappeared behind the double swinging doors and I hear a TV flip on. I've got to convince Mr. Pantophobia to help me get my shit from the cursed room. I don't actually need help and I would usually never ask a man to help me lug my things around, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I pull my shirt down a little bit, exposing some cleavage.

"Tim? Hellooooo?" I knock on the wooden counter and he comes back out. Thank god. "Oh good you're still here. Okay, so...I'm probably going to need some help gathering my things." I see his pupils dilate as he assumes what I'm about to ask him. "Think you can help a girl out?"

His stutter gets worse as he reaches underneath the counter. He brings out a ring of keys and shakes vigorously. "S-s-s-s-sure. Yeah. Yeah sure." I know he doesn't want to, and he didn't even put up a fight when I asked. He didn't even look at my tits. We walk silently, to the elevator, and my curiosity gets the best of me.

"Sooo, you got any inside details on any of the 34 murders?"

Tim doesn't move his head but his eyes travel to the side until he's looking at me in what would seem like a painful manner.

"No."

Liar.

"Oh come on! You've own this place! You've got to know something about at least one of them!" I egg him on as he we arrive to the elevator. Tim uses a long bony finger to press the up arrow on the vintage elevator. It's definitely been upgraded since the hotel originally opened in the 50's, but they've kept the same old timey look to both the inside and the outside of the hotel. It would be really nice if the place wasn't so fucking creepy. Two sets of doors open and we step inside. They close slowly and Tim presses his finger against a round button with a number seven printed on it and we lurch upward.

"Th-this hotel has been in my family since it opened. We aren't sure wh-why it's plagued with misfortune, but we try not to dwell on it too much."

"Why not? History is history. It happened and it happened here, dude. You can't change that."

I'm actually shocked that this place doesn't get more business. I've not seen more than five people since I arrived here and that includes Tim. Usually haunted or cursed hotels bring in tons of business, especially when there's a possibility of catching a ghost on camera.

Tim is silent for a moment after my response, and it's probably because I'm fucking right and he doesn't want to admit it. But when he opens his mouth to speak, I'm not prepared for what comes out of his mouth or the chills that pepper my body.

"They don't like when we talk about what happened."

"Th-they who?" Great. Now I'm stuttering. The elevator dings and we come to a stop. Tim steps off and I trail behind him. He's giving me the creeps now and it doesn't help that the lights flicker as we walk through the hall of floor seven. "Tim, what does that even mean? 'They don't like when we talk about what happened.'"

We're in front of room 794 in no time, and I suddenly have the urge to just take my shit and leave all together. Tim's freaking me out and so is this creepy fucking hotel. I feel like there are eyes on me even though no one is here. Tim brings the ring of keys up to the knob and I notice he's less jittery, less nervous and for some reason that makes me more nervous. The fuck is going on? The key Tim separates from the rest is old, rusty and much longer than the others. It goes in with ease and twists only once until the door opens.

Suddenly this room is a whole hell of a lot more unwelcoming knowing it's cursed. Tim holds his hand out into the room as if to say after you and follows it up with a jerk of his head into the darkness. Why didn't I leave the lights on before I came downstairs to complain. I suddenly feel stupid that I requested his help to move my shit one door over.

"You know what? I think I got it from here. Thanks...for the escort."

"Nonsense," Tim replies, kicking the door shut behind him. "I'd be happy to help." He's no longer stuttering and his movements look confident and lethal.

I'm scared.

I'm shaking as I haphazardly throw my clothes back into my suitcase, not caring whether or not they're dirty or clean. I want to get out of this room and more importantly, away from Tim. Why'd he have to shut the door? The room seems stuffy now, and I'm sweating even though all I'm doing is throwing my shit back into my suitcase. I add my laptop and pocket my cell phone before I zip up my suitcase.

"Okay. Done. Let's go."

Tim has a half smirk on his face and one foot against the door behind him. He looks absolutely dangerous and I really, really miss it when he was afraid of his own shadow. "You want to know the real reason this room is cursed?" He asks, stutter long gone.

"N-no, I just want to get to my new room." I muster up the courage to walk toward him. He's skinny as fuck, I probably have more muscle than he does and can easily shove him aside, but when I come within a few inches of him, he stands up straight and towers over me.

Was he this tall before?

He's got a hand behind his back and when he pulls it out from behind him he reveals a knife. I mentally kick myself in the ass, knowing that's what he went behind those double doors for before we came up here. Damn it. He points the tip of the blade at me and I begin to walk backwards.

"I'll ask again, y/n. Do you want to know the real reason this room is cursed." He grits out the last word and pushes the blade into my stomach ever so slightly. I gasp at the contact, but play along. I have to play along if I want to get out of this.

"Y-yes. Yes I do. Tell me."

Tim pulls the knife away, but only so that the tip is no longer piercing the flesh of my abdomen. He cracks his neck and the sound of bones popping is overwhelming in this quiet room.

"Guess."

A tear slips from my left eye as my back hits the wall. No where else to go.

"I don't like guessing games, Tim. Just tell me."

"TOO FUCKING BAD," he screams, slicing into my jeans, making a clean cut into my thigh. It's deep enough to inflict pain but not deep enough to cause me to bleed out. He's got experience. "I do. Now, take a fucking guess or I'll push this knife so deep into your stomach, your organs will come with it on the way out."

A sob escapes my mouth and it takes me a minute to catch my breath.

I'm going to fucking die in here.

"You're taking to long, y/n." Tim raises his knife, the blade gleams in what little light shines from the heavily curtained window. "And I don't like to be kept waiting." He moves quickly, plunging it toward my stomach. I'm lucky enough to catch his wrist, and from sheer adrenaline alone, I'm able to hold him back and give him an answer.

"BECAUSE," I scream. "Because your family is batshit fucking crazy and you are the ones that kill here."

He smirks at me and I curse myself for even thinking that he looks the least bit attractive in this moment.

"Very good, y/n," Tim praises. "You know, I feel bad about this." The confusion must be evident on my face. He yanks his hand from my grip and uses the knife to scrape away the hair that's fallen into my face. "Don't be dumb. I mean the killing you part."

"Let me go then, you asshole." I'd love to knee him in the dick right now, but I don't. I want to leave this with as few stab wounds as possible.

"No. No, can't do that. Not when you know the family secret."

"Oh, geez. I won't tell anyone," I lie. He lets me go and I'm spilling my fucking guts.

"Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before. You're very pretty, y/n, but lying makes even the prettiest faces ugly."

I roll my eyes. This is taking too long. "Just kill me or let me go, you fucking psycho."

Tim taps the knife on his chin, contemplatively. "I don't think I'll do either."

My heart sinks as I think of the torture he has planned for me. This has taken a sick turn and I'm feeling more and more hopeless the longer this goes on. Why did I have to go downstairs and complain. Why? "Then what the fuck are you going to do?"

"Marry me."

"What?" He doesn't like the tone in my voice and by the look on his face, he's feeling a bit stabby. "I-I'm sorry. I'm confused."

"You seem to think you have an option in this. You marry me and you join me in carrying on my family business. I put a few kids in you so they take over. Or I kill you. Make a choice and do it quick. I'm missing my show."

A million thoughts cross my mind. The main one being the fact that he thinks I'll let him close enough to stick his dick in me and get me pregnant. The next one being that either way, I never get to leave this hotel of horrors.

"You're taking to LONG, y/n."

Tim raises his knife again and I have no choice but to join him.

Tags: @imnotoverlyobsessive @dayafied @soulofendlessbook @fashphotolife @chicchanelcigs @scentedkittenperfection @weasleytwinscumslut @timotheel0ver @mxciscastleintheair @marvelmaniac2000 @lovelyrocker @divine-1 @louievr @love-poems-only @starberry-cake @inlovewithphantasy @alexagirlie @misswestfall @softhecreator @livresjaunes @timmymyluv @inannamoon @harrys-thick-thighs @s-we-e-t-t-ea @timolaurence @its-schmackin-dude @justagirlwhoneedshelp

[isimpoveryou]

timothee chalamet x reader

pronouns: she/her

fc: rosè/park chaeyoung

request are closed

☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎☺︎︎☻︎

yourinstagram ✔︎

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yourinstagram my first met gala with @ysl

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y/nfan27 so prettyyyy

y/nfan58 QUEEN

oliviarodrigo beauty queen!!!

yourinstagram 😘😘

timotheefan45 TIMMY JUST LIKED THIS

zendaya @tchalamet i see you

yourinstagram ✔︎

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yourinstagram pizza >> anything else

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y/nfan32 I AGREE I AGREE

timotheefan56 i mean i can see why timothee

tchalamet i can show the best pizza in nyc

yourinstagram dm me when, what, and where mr chalamet

tchalamet yes maam

y/nfan89 ^^damn...

timotheefans91 agree pizza will always be the superior

tchalamet ✔︎

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tchalamet as i promise

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timotheefan20 PLS DONT TELL ME-

y/nfan28 it is indeed

yourinstagram today was fun. we should do it again

tchalamet just text when you can

timotheefan58 WHAT THE FAWK

zendaya TIMOTHEE WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME

tchalamet i did.....

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yourinstagram my fav curly boy <3

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y/nfan26 WELP-

timotheefan31 i just had a heart attack-

zendaya @tchalamet i hate you

tchalamet why is it always me

yourinstagram @zendaya we can meet up sometimes, just dm me xx. @tchalamet your just really annoying

y/nfan57 @randomuser 100 bucks they will date

timotheefan89 THIS IS SO CUTE-

tchalamet ✔︎

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tchalamet mon amour

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timotheefan23 WAIT A DAMN MINUTE

y/nfan39 CHILL ITS 7 IN THE MORNING IN HERE

florencepugh finally had the guts to ask ey tim

yourinstagram *coughs* i was the one who asked him

timotheefan61 i think i just missed a few chapter

y/nfan99 no hate to lily and timothee ship fans. but you gotta accept the reality

[chal-latte]

Timmy and reader just broken up, and they run in together at the met.

A/N: I LOVE THIS AND THIS IS HEAVILY INSPIRED BY THIS FIC @chalametsimp I LOVE YOU!!

deuxmoi 

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deuxmoi spotted: seconds before y/n l/n teared down as ex-lover timothée chalamet hid her from the curious paparazzis, saying “give us some privacy, please.” its been a month after timothée left her for his ex lily rose-depp. but it looks like things haven’t been easy for the both of ‘em. they’d make a lovely met gala couple 😢

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fanpage30 i think the problem is rooted deeper than just him doing a pr stunt w his ex

fanpage30 i think the problem is rooted deeper than just him doing a pr stunt w his ex

fanpage29 i like lily more its obvious who he belongs to

↪️ fanpage11 you make zero sense he doesn’t belong to anyone you shithead just bc u like lily more doesn’t mean u can bring y/n down

fanpage39 my parents😢😢

fanpage43 first was devon.. now y/n.. love isnt real

fanpage86 pls get back together so i can live happily

fanpage33 nah if i were y/n i’d do the same he’s cruel for that 

fanpage28 that ‘pr stunt’ must be her last straw

y/i/n

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y/i/n it’s met gala monday, save your tears for another day

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fanpage90 girl u know whats right! we support you y/n ❤️❤️❤️

louisvuitton a star✨⭐️

nicolasghesquiere what a night❤️

fanpage18 y/n we love you :((

fanpage89 SAVE UR TEARS FOR ANOTHER DAY Y/N WE LOVE YOU

fanpage39 whys he still liking her pics

theweeknd true

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fanpage30 XO GATHER UP

fanpage22 abel boutta throw hands lol

juliafox fuck him and his crew

↪️ y/i/n louder queen!!!

fanpage99 EVEN JULIA AGREES

chloegmoretz no one can outshine you baby

↪️ y/i/n i love you :((( 

patmcgrathreal eternal beauty 💖👼

iliona not saying i love it when ur sad but ur so creative when ur sad

↪️ y/i/n gotta transfer that energy somewhere

fanpage38 DOES- WHAT?

fanpage42 IS Y/N WRITING A SONG? AGAIN?

fanpage58 oh yup this must be BAD

tchalamet

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fanpage51 heartbreaker🍅🍅🍅boooo 🍅🍅🍅

fanpage19 tim drunk off his ass after making y/n cry lol that so low of him

billieeilish :)

fanpage28 bILLLIE WHOS SIDE R U ON??

alexandermcqueen amazing as always✨

fanpage39 and he went to the after party.. of course

cartier 🖤

fanpage90 wtf did u say to y/n???

↪️ deuxmoi someone overheard them saying words like “i love you” “coming back” “second chance” “stunt” but we dont know who’s saying what

↪️ fanpage90 what the fuckkkkk..

mtv im a child of divorce

fanpage93 yall pls dont send him hate comments we actually dont know what went on yall assume too quick

fanpage31 i hope theyre coming back that pr stunt was bad asf

fanpage44 timothee i love you but im on y/n’s side now

fanpage37 tim u still have time to fix this we cant defend u no more babe

fanpage59 timmy look at me this isnt you tim

fanpage22 y/n went to the after party too but idk if she stayed for long

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fanpage48 what was on his mind when he agreed to do that shitty pr stunt 

enews 

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enews here we have it folks! y/n l/n (@y/i/n) making an appearance at the met gala after party accompanied by chloe grace moretz (@chloegmoretz). it is claimed that she “just want to make rounds then go home.” other sources said she swung by to “get wasted” and “forget about tonight.” but she did went home with her ex-boyfriend timothée chalamet (@tchalamet), so what was that about?

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fanpage83 i say we get out of their hair and let them solve this privately

fanpage91 theyre just getting started, theyre young and this kind of drama will come along

fanpage29 theyre not a drama lover we know that  but once they make a drama its so big we’re gonna talk about it nonstop

fanpage48 i want a friend like grace:(

fanpage84 y/n did like his recent post tho

fanpage47 WE STILL HAVE HOPE

fanpage54 i wish i can hug her i love her sm i wanna comfort her

fanpage44 i hope theyre doing okay

fanpage93 im sure it was just a misunderstanding, timmy wont do such thing

fanpage77 glad chloe was present for her

fanpage89 they’ll get back together again im sure 

[alyswritings]

Oscars

Got this idea given the Oscars and I just wanted to write some Z and Holland!sister

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Since Zendaya is attending the Oscars this year and Tom couldn't go, plus all his brothers being busy, the couple discussed Zendaya taking Y/N. Tom had expressed that his younger sister always wanted to go to some kind of award show, having not been able to go to many for Tom due to school or her own stuff going on.

Y/N doesn't completely mind award shows, although she does get a bit nervous on the carpet sometimes, not super fond of all the attention and flashing cameras -- at least for long periods of time.

When Zendaya asked Y/N if she'd want to go, the 18 year old was ecstatic. She happily agreed to go, giving Zendaya a tight hug for the invite and Tom a tight hug for suggesting the idea.

The two got all glammed up for the event, Y/N feeling absolutely gorgeous in her dress, plus all the compliments from Zendaya and the older girl's friends helping boost the Holland's confidence.

They get to the event, being led to where they need to be.

"Do you wanna take pictures or do you just wanna go inside?" Zendaya asks.

"I can handle a few pictures." Y/N nods, smiling.

"Okay." Zendaya smiles, wrapping her arm around the brunette's shoulders.

The two run into Andrew Garfield, the two Marvel actors taking a selfie with some fans before including Y/N in a second selfie. They took more pictures with him and talked for a bit, catching up, not having seen him since they were filming the movie.

Zendaya posed on the carpet, solo pictures being taken for a bit before she brought Y/N in. The two posed together, switching between different cameras every few moments.

Soon enough, the pictures were over and the two were able to start making their way inside. Zendaya saw Timothee Chalamet and hyped him up from far away. Y/N and Timothee shared a small wave before the two girls went inside.

Throughout the show, Y/N laughed at most of the jokes and applauded whoever won in their category. During commercial breaks, she and Zendaya would talk or talk to other people there, Zendaya introducing her and Timothee to each other. The two got along, quickly finding similar interests and talking about those and their lives.

Y/N and Zendaya are sitting and watching as Chris Rock is on stage, cracking some jokes before he presents a category.

"Jada, I love you. G.I. Jane 2, can't wait to see it, all right?" Chris says. He gets mixed reactions from the audience before he continues to talk, but stops.

Y/N watches as Will Smith walks up on stage and up to Chris, slapping him across the face. Y/N's jaw drops in shock, looking over to Zendaya who has a similar reaction.

Y/N chokes on a laugh, not certain if she should even be laughing. Though, she does tend to laugh even when she knows she shouldn't. She doesn't know why she seems to laugh in any mood she's in with whatever is happening -- rather she be happy, mad, sad, uncomfortable, or nervous -- she always seems to laugh through those emotions.

"Will Smith just smacked the shit out of me." Chris says.

Will yells twice at Chris to keep his name's out of his mouth, an awkwardly dead silence following.

"What do we do? I don't think laughing is correct." Y/N whispers quietly.

"It's your defense mechanism, I understand." Zendaya whispers back. "We'll just move on."

"I gotta tell everybody in the sibling group chat." Y/N says, taking her phone out, going to her texts to talk to her brothers about what just happened.

Later, when Will accepted the award for best actor and during his speech, he apologized, his speech soon ending. The rest of the show went well, nothing else like that happening.

Y/N and Zendaya enjoyed the rest of the time before going to the after party. Y/N enjoyed her time at the after party, staying attached to Zendaya some of the night, but did venture off and talked to other people. She met some of the other Marvel actors including Sebastian Stan and Hailee Steinfeld and also met the Euphoria actors who were there. Plus, she was able to meet other celebrities that she likes and she also managed to talk to Timothee and Andrew some more.

By the end of the night, Zendaya and Y/N got back to the actress' house.

"You have fun?" Zendaya asks the younger girl.

"Yeah. Thanks for bringing me." Y/N smiles.

"Of course." Zendaya smiles. "And don't tell Tom, but you and Tessa are my favorite Hollands." She says making the two laugh.

[simpurnatural]

“This is Mine” - T. Chalamet

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Warning ⚠️: Swearing, 

Pairing(s): CEO!Timothee Chalamet x Assistant!Reader

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THE INTERVIEW

“I’m so happy for you sweetie!” your mom beamed through the phone.

“This is everything I’ve ever wanted!” You squealed, look out the living room window that revealed NYC in all its glory.

“Good luck with the interview, kiddo!” your dad wished from out of frame.

“Thanks guys. I miss you,” you pouted, the homesick feeling setting in.

“Don’t worry Y/n, we’ll be visiting you for Christmas!” she reminded, “That’s in two months,” she adds as you checked your calender.

“Right, I gotta go get ready” You say before saying your goodbyes and hanging up.

…

“Twenty-One fifty,” the driver announced, extending his hand towards you.

“Right,” you nodded as you began rummaging through your purse. “Here,” you said with a sorry grin, handing him nineteen dollars and the rest in change.

He groaned, counting the coins before nodding for you to get out. Muttering thanks, you shut the car door and entered through the revolving doors of…

Chalamet & Co. Founded and currently ran by Timothee Chalamet, who came up with nothing in his name. His sob story was that his mother and father went to America for the American Dream. People say he’s a nice guy who does charity work on the side but others say he’s a snobby hand-me-down brat. 

Which side you were going to meet? Not so sure.

Your jaw dropped at the sight of the enormous the lobby by itself was. Huge portraits adorned the walls. Almost every object sported the company logo.

“Hello, I’m here for the interview.” You say to the receptionist, who according to their pin went by they/them.

“For what position?” They asked.

“Assistant,” You responded confidently, they finally looked up and eyed your blouse.

“Love that color on you..?”

“Y/n L/n,” you introduced, offering your hand.

“Craig,” they smiled, “But you already knew that,” they laughed, pointing at their tag.

“Well Y/n,” Craig hummed, writing down something. “Good luck,” they say.

“Thank you!” you grinned before heading to the elevators.

As the doors opened, you were the first to step in. A handful of other people followed, pushing you to the back.

“Floor?” Someone asked, everyone began chiming in.

“Forty-eight please,” you said, making heads turn before turning to each other and whispering.

“You sure?” A voice with a thick accent beside you questioned.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I got an interview for the assistant position,” you explain, earning a nod.

“I’m Will,” he introduced, looking into your eyes with his dreamy greens.

“Y/n,” you replied, as people began to leave the elevator as they got to their floor.

“Why’d you come here to work right under that tosser’s nose?” he chuckled, others laughed a little with him.

“Well, let’s just say I bombed my other interviews so this was my plan C,” you shrugged. “Do you not like him?” you asked.

“Why would we? He’s the type of guy to make you come in even when you’re on leave.” A lady said, looking to you with a disgruntled look on her face. “I was eight months pregnant.”

You let out an audible gasp as others began letting you in on their encounters with Timothee. All were horrible and not a single good word about him came out of their mouths.

“This is my floor,” Will said as the doors opened on the thirty-second floor with highlighted word Finance. “Good luck!”

Then you found yourself alone in the lift, no second guessing your decision. But before you could fully wrap your around the thought of leaving, the doors opened again.

You stepped out, and saw a desk where a well-dressed woman sat. Approaching her, she cleared her throat and pushed her glasses up.

“You must be Ms. L/n,” she says, pressing a button, “She’s here,” she announces then a deep voice replied.

“Send her in.”

You gulped as a large office door swung open and woman ran out sobbing. Followed by a man dressed to kill with perfectly styled hair who seemed to not give a damn about it.

Timothee Chalamet

“Ms. Y/n,” Mr. Chalamet says with a straight face, “Let’s get this over with,” he says, walking back through the doors with you trailing after him.

He plopped down behind his large desk and you couldn’t help but look at the self-portrait right behind him. Self-centered much?

“I didn’t say you could have a seat,” he says when you approached the chair, seemingly pissed off for no obvious reason.

“Right-“

“And don’t speak when not prompted to,” he groans, “Work etiquette is so simple,” he whined, running a hand down his face.

You stood their awkwardly and felt embarrassed for not knowing something that seemed almost like common knowledge.

Mr. Chalamet skimmed through something that seemed to be a copy of your resume. He muttered something to himself, fiddling with his hair.

He then looked up to you and said, “Have you done interviews anywhere else in the city?”.

“I’ve done two.”

“And did they offer to hire you?” He asks

“No.”

“Obviously,” he says a bit quieter. “What makes you think you’re a good fit for my company?”

“I went to college to pursue a career in business and literature. I’ve always had an appreciation for both since high school.”

“And where exactly did you attend college?” he asks.

“Community college,”

“Underachiever,” he mumbles as he wrote something down. “What are you trying to receive if you do get the job?” Mr. Chalamet asks.

“Experience.”

“And what’ll you do if you don’t get the job?” he questions.

“Look for another opportunity or job opening.”

“What do you believe would make Chalamet and Company better? It could be anything, I don’t care.” He shrugs, looking to you.

You were silently fuming at how much of a dick he is. You didn’t even want the job anymore. Taking a deep breath and clenching your fists, you responded with

“Well to start, I’d take down all your self absorbed paintings and pictures. Then hang up art worth actually gawking at. I mean, you already have your name printed on everything else in the building. I’m surprised you don’t have it tattooed to on your forehead,” you scoff, crossing your arms.

“And what could I do with all those brilliant pieces?” He asks, referring to his self-proclaimed art.

“Send them to other snobby rich people,” you reply right as Mr. Chalamet stood up, buttoning his suit jacket.

“Snobby rich people,” He mocked, “You don’t understand the sweat and tears it takes for us to be rich and snobby.”

“I understand what it means to work hard.” You defended as he went to open the office door.

“Not hard enough. If you did then you’d already be rich because all you are is snobby,” he huffs, as you made your way to it.

He caught grasp of your arm and studied the fury in your eyes, making him chuckle at how easy it was to get under your skin. But then he uttered the words that made your heart drop-

“You’re hired.”

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Little Women - Theodore “Laurie” Laurence x Reader, fluff requested by @mywinterbucky​ - sorry for the wait!

tw: none

word count: 1.6k

prompt: “you still have that?”

A/N: sorry timothee chalamet fans, but the gif is of christian bale’s laurie because sometimes you gotta switch it up, y’know? after all, variety is the spice of life.

Summary: The world had come in between Laurie and (Y/n) five years ago, but neither time nor distance could keep them apart for long.

There’s something elusively romantic about the teenage years. Despite any tragedy that reaches the hearts of the young, there is something infinite in youth that takes such melancholy and spins it into something beautiful beyond recognition.

It was in their teenage years that (Y/n) was torn from Laurie’s embrace - two friends on the cusp of being something more. A “perhaps” that ended in ellipses, each dot like the thousands of miles that separated them. All through their childhood, they had been together, and up until the moment (Y/n) was whisked away to England, they had constantly been at each other’s side. To have known someone so fully and to lose them so completely was a tragedy that often left the soul barren. But they were teenagers at the time, standing at the precipice of adulthood, and their minds preserved a beauty that existed in their youth - something unique and not likely to happen again; gold-spun.

When (Y/n) was plucked out of Laurie’s pocket and ripped from his heart, there wasn’t much else to do than wander. Laurie passed the days on his own and when he wasn’t lost amongst the memories of his youth, he was writing letters to (Y/n) when he ought to have been studying and fashioning poetry when he should have been sleeping. There is something elusively romantic about writing to someone you don’t have the address for - something that lies in the yearning of one’s being and the void that is left behind.

As the years wore on, Laurie grew out of those rose-colored teenage years, but his heart still beat to the rhythm of a sonnet. Across the ocean, (Y/n) was much the same. Although less of a poet, (Y/n) was a dreamer, and when they closed their eyes, they were there in the gardens of their youth, with a boy they had once thought of loving at their side.

It was a muddy, April day when Laurie felt a particular kind of ache settle in his heart. (Y/n) had told him, once, when they were hiding in the study of his grandfather’s house rather than practicing the piano, that muddy, grey mornings were their favorite. He had laughed at them back then, even after (Y/n) insisted that grey mornings had a comforting sort of calm about them - something that made sense to Laurie, despite it all. (Y/n) had insisted on the beauty of drab mornings, and when he told them that loving dull skies was like loving the taste of over-boiled tea, (Y/n) told him that they loved that, too. “After all,” they had said, “that’s how you make it when your grandfather is away, and there’s no one here but us.”

“But it’s not any good.”

“To me it is.” At their statement, Laurie made a face, and (Y/n) laughed like a spring breeze. “As is anything that is made with love.”

Laurie’s cheeks bloomed with a soft red at the mention of something so sacred as love, and he hid his flustered feelings by fiddling with the papers on the study desk. On a few pages, Laurie saw his own messy scrawl, and on a couple of others, he saw (Y/n)’s curled handwriting.

“Why don’t you make a list, then?” Laurie searched for a blank piece of parchment and set one down in front of (Y/n), giving them a quill and inkpot. “Make a list of everything you can think of that’s made with love.”

“Why?” And the curiosity in (Y/n)’s voice was gentle.

“So that I may make a list of my own, and we can learn to love the list of the other.”

(Y/n) smiled.

That had been many years ago, but Laurie could still remember the soft, subdued smile that (Y/n) had given him that day - an expression of contented awe. He had associated that look with muddy, April days a long time ago, and there was something particularly melancholic about a memory so beautiful and so full of love.

And a long time after, Laurie was still in the study, now in his early twenties. Sitting in a newly upholstered seat, he pulled out of a small tin box a stack of old papers filled with curled handwriting. At the bottom of the stack lay the list from so long ago, well-loved and well revised, with additions like “poorly done sketches from the neighbor children,” and “broken seashells from the beach,” written in minuscule letters.

Laurie was reading number twenty-six (“the singing of birds on Sunday mornings”) when a voice spoke from the stillness.

“You still have that?”

Transcending time and distance, Laurie would have known that voice anywhere.

“(Y/n)?”

Laurie's old friend, leaning against the door of the study, giggled from delight, and not a moment later, Laurie had them wrapped in a hug, his years of loneliness only tightening his grip - warm, enveloping, and ferocious, like he would do anything to never lose them again.

“Laurie, you’re going to crush me!”

“Wasn’t that on your list, though?” Laurie pulled away, holding (Y/n) at arm's length, looking into eyes he hadn’t seen in years - bright and strong; beautiful beyond belief. “Number thirty-one: ‘hugs you think will crack your spine.’”

(Y/n) hummed fondly. “And if I remember correctly, your number thirty-one was hiding in the closet during parties, whispering stories by candlelight.”

“You remember?”

“Of course, I do,” (Y/n) said earnestly, their brow creasing slightly, as though they were surprised at his question. “I have it right… here.” (Y/n) reached into the inside pocket of their coat, pulling out an old and fading envelope. They gingerly pulled out a piece of old parchment, reading the first sentence on the page. "Number one: 'the too-small gloves that you made me.' You really should have written my name - had anyone else  found the list, they would have been terribly confused."

“You still have it.”

(Y/n) smiled, and the expression was there - that contented sort of awe that never failed to make Laurie feel seen and, perhaps most of all, loved. For a moment, the two just stood there, within arm's length, holding onto each other and marveling at all the other had become. There was something elusively romantic about the moment; something heavenly that had been captured in every poem Laurie had ever written and every dream (Y/n) had ever fathomed.

“I missed you, Laurie.” And those four whispered words held a fragile sort of intimacy that could be shattered with a voice much louder than a sigh.

“And I missed you more than you could ever know.”

(Y/n)’s breath hitched.

Laurie stepped away suddenly as though a spell broke. He turned his back to (Y/n), his cheeks already starting to flare, and scanning the study for another chair - something for (Y/n) to sit in, close to him, at last.

“Ah, here.” Laurie pulled a chair closer to the study desk. “You can sit there and tell me all about your adventures in England. Would you like any tea?”

He turned to face (Y/n) once again, and they had a mischievous smile on their face. “Over-boiled, I’m guessing?”

Laurie chuckled, looking downward to hide the embarrassment that crept up onto his cheeks. “I think you’ll find I’m much improved. I’ve had five years of practice since you were last here.”

“Five years,” (Y/n) mused, walking over to their seat and sitting gently. “It’s funny, it feels like it’s been an eternity since I’ve been in Massachusetts, but it’s only been five years.”

“Five years is a long time,” Laurie supplied. “A lot can change.”

“But a lot can stay the same. Or, at least I hope.”

The two friends looked at each other. For a moment, it felt like the world slowed around them, and they were nothing more than the teenagers they had been five years prior when they were writing silly lists of things that were made with love.

“Well,” (Y/n) started, “I suppose I have stories I could tell, but I want to know about you."

"Well, I want to know about you!"

(Y/n) scoffed and shook their head, an expression that was beautiful, akin to the breaking of a new day.

"Well, this town has been like it's always been." Laurie relented, relaxing in his chair. “The March sisters have been less willing to spend time with me lately, since my mood has gone sour. but you’ll be glad to know that I have plans for getting back in their good graces, soon.”

(Y/n) leaned forward, putting their elbows on the desk and steepling their fingers, as though whatever they were talking about was of great importance. On instinct, Laurie leaned in as well, two conspirators in an empty house. "Well, now we're getting somewhere, Mr. Laurence."

Laurie stifled a chuckle, (Y/n) clearly struggling to do the same. "Indeed we are, (Y/n) (L/n)."

They both broke, and laughter filled the room, the sound echoing through the floorboards, unearthing the past where they had done just the same when they were years younger, but much the same.

Laurie sighed. "How is it that after five years of being apart, nothing has changed?"

"Well, I know you, Teddy, nothing can change that." (Y/n) smiled, gentle but full. Laurie felt a tugging on his heart - something almost painful if it weren't for the care in (Y/n)'s eyes, wrapping him in the most comforting sincerity - a gravity more divine than existing. "Even when we were far from each other, I had your list and my memories; you were the most full thing I ever had."

"I didn't know if you'd remember."

"I always remembered you."

Laurie breathed.

“Well,” (Y/n) began, something in their voice a little unsure, endearing Laurie already, “Now that we know we both remembered and kept the list of the other, I have to ask: did you learn to love my list?”

“I did.”

(Y/n) seemed pleased. “Even muddy, April mornings?”

Laurie chuckled, the feeling warm and pleasant in his chest - like a thunderstorm in June. “They were the first I learned to cherish.”

They smiled at each other once more.

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Dune 2021

Odd that this movie doesn't start with a 10 minute monologue about world-building, though I guess the average 2024 movie watcher probably wouldn't be able to handle that, it feels a little needed though perhaps. Like there's just no explanation for why they don't have computers and why the guild spacers are needed, leaves you confused about the situation.

Honestly there aren't many complaints to be had about the story or whatever in this one, there are some bits that don't fit in properly if you have seen the first movie, namely the fremen saying 'lisan al ga'ib' when the atreides arrive to arrakis, they haven't yet seen him know their ways as if born to them, though I feel like the fact that emperor Pam Shaddah the IVth is orchestrating the harkonnen and atreides combat, if that is still true and not an original concept of the 1984 movie, it seems like something that should be known or mentioned. This movie seems more knowledge-able about its colonial nature than the 1984 movie, but it has been ~40 years since then, people now know racism is bad (arguably). Duncan Idaho is clearly a U.S. soldier it feels, with the ribbing he got for having 'gone native' for using fremen tech. They inhabit the land but don't respect the people that know how to live there. The story of Dune has always been a bit 'white savior' and that's unavoidable. They did the 'worm eating a spice miner' scene very well, it was a bit epic-action-music in a rude way, but it was very cool to see Paul has a weird angst moment where he's upset his mom did eugenics to make his life bad. It's an odd scene, I don't think it needed to be added and probably exists purely to add angst to Paul. I felt like the scene where Paul and Gellina run from the worm and into some cliffs where they're ambushed by fremen, might've been at the same cliffs in the 1984 movie? It really almost looks like that, and if not, those scenes are at least extremely similar to the original movie, very cool. They did the amtal scene very well too I think. There's a stronger energy in this movie than the previous one that paul is changing as a person and the way he thinks, through his exposure to spice, being the kwisaatz haaderach, the box of pain with the Bene Gesserit, he's not the perosn he started this movie off as for better and for worse, he's becoming the kind of person that can fulfill the fremen prophecy and have a war in his name.

Aesthetically, this movie is very awesome, if a bit extremely grey at times. the ship designs fuck hard and the costume designs are pretty good. Reminds me of the third star wars trilogy in a way, with the really good, if gray, sci-fi CGI. In general this movie a lot more brutalist in all its architecture, notable in the change in Giedi Prime and Arrakeen, Giedi Prime is fine though because it's all flat gray stone that extends into the darkness, Arrakeen looks like brown and gray greebled trash. While the shield effect isn't the awesome weird opaque fighting polygon team of the 1984 movie, it's still done in a pretty good way with the blue outline that turns red when being forced through, it looks awesome when Arrakeen is getting attacked and you see missiles slowly go through the shields on ships, the whole thing shaking out red as the missile is stopped before it explodes soon. Timothee Chalamet was a bad choice for Paul Atreides, this is obvious nothing more needs to be said about this, Duncan Idaho is aquaman and Leto Atreides is another popular actor, because the only actors that can get hired for movies are actors people already know.

The musics pretty solid in this one, big fan of 1984s music so I was going in honestly expecting worse, but it's really not that bad, they do some stuff that's interesting in both good and bad ways.

Final Review: I gotta say this was actually extremely good and it's got me invested in seeing more of this, splitting dune into 3 parts may have been the path to go, you get more depth to the characters and the large plot that will come to pass. You gotta see this one.