#chalamet asks

[lokisgoodgirl]

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BOTH MY TIER 1 AND TIER 2 BOYFRIENDS. TOGETHER. HOLYSHITAHOLY.... 👻👻👻💨⚰️⚰️⚰️

There are so many utter filth things going through my head right now I can Pez I can't. Mainly regarding who is where and whats penetrating what and what I'm wearing and how great all our hair looks despite the amount of condensation in the air.

#tom asks #chalamet asks #stop it #no dont #Oh god

[chalamet-chalamet]

Silly Willy

#timothee chalamet #wonka #thanks to the lovely anon who asked for these #and I couldn’t find any of my old saved clips with the bingala and screaming scenes #if I can find those I’ll make another gif set for you #thanks for your patience and much love #wonka 2023 #willy wonka #timothée chalamet #art

[bethsvrse]

Hey do you take requests for Timothee Chalamet? if so I'd love one where he's sick from eating too much chocolate on the Wonka set and the female reader takes care of him

PAIRING Timothee Chalamet x fem!reader

A/N I love Timmy sm, hope you enjoy it!!!

WARNINGS mentions of vomiting/over eating. Shitty dialogue.

There were groans coming from the bathroom, waking you up from your sleep. You rubbed your eyes tiredly as you reach over and grab your phone from you bedside table. Turning it on, you winced at the light, quickly turning down your brightness. Once that was done, you checked the time.

4:27 am. A ghastly time for anyone to be awake. You turned off your phone and went to go snuggle back into Timothee, only to realise that he’s not there, which causes you to also realise the reason why you awake.

Another groan came from the bathroom. You sighed as you stood up out of bed and curiously walked toward the ensuite. Opening the door, you were once again, blinded by a light. Blinking away the brightness, you looked around the bathroom only to find Timmy leaning over the toilet.

You suddenly felt more awake, and you immediately kneeled down next to him, pushing his hair back. Timmy groaned again before vomiting once more. You rubbed his back in sympathy, “it’s okay baby, let it out.”

Timothee groaned as he pulled his head out of the toilet, “go back to bed, Y/N/N. I’m okay.”

You rolled your eyes. You knew Timothee had an issue with letting people help him. Being with him for 3 years, you can’t count the amount of times you tried to help him with things and him denying the help.

“Timmy, your obviously not okay. Please just let me help.” You tell him as you cup his face with your hands. He puts his hands on top of yours as he nods slowly, before gagging and throwing up in the toilet once more. You stand up and walk over to the sink to wash your hands. After you do that, you grab a face washer from one of the drawers and wet it.

You walk back over to Timmy with the washer in hand. He looks up at you and you almost cry with how much pain he looks to be in. You give him a small smile as you wipe his face. You flush the toilet, and stand up once more. “I’ll be back in a second, okay baby?” You tell him, only receiving a small nod in return.

You walk out of your guys bedroom and into the kitchen to grab a bucket. When you return, you see Timmy leaning against the bathroom door with a frown on his face. You give him a small smile before placing the bucket next to his side on the bed. “Did you brush your teeth?” You ask him and he nodded, crawling into bed with you. He snuggles his face into your chest before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“When did you start throwing up?” You question.

“I don’t know.” Timmy tells you. “I first threw up yesterday morning, but today my stomach is just not agreeing with me. I threw up twice before you came to help me.” He says.

You rub his back in sympathy. “Maybe it’s from all the chocolate you’ve been eating. I noticed you only had dinner on Monday but go through like, several packets of chocolate.”

Timothee looks deep in thought before agreeing with you, “your probably right…”

“I always am.” You tell him with a small laugh before getting comfortable yourself. “Maybe you should lay off chocolates for a few weeks.”

“Yeah, probably.” He mutters. You can feel Timmy’s body start to relax before you hear small snores from him. Leaning over, you turn off your bedside light, before falling asleep yourself.

A/N call me Bill Denbrough cause I dont know how to end a story!!!! 🤙

hoped you liked it though anon 💕

#bethsvrse #fanfic #timothee chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet #x reader #reader #anon ask #anonymous #willy wonka x reader #wonka #wonka 2023

[dearaustinbutler]

“I don’t know, how amazing is he [Timothée]? It was so incredible to get to work with him. He works so hard and he’s so powerful. It was a true joy to get to do that and our favorite actors were all surrounding us. We had these incredible titans around us so what a moment.”

-Austin Butler talking about working with Timothée Chalamet during their fight scene

(IG credit to mini_elio)

#austin butler #timothee chalamet #awwww so lovely #and this was unprompted #the interviewer asked them to talk about their fight scene training #dune part 2 #dune promo #dune part two #dune #timothée chalamet

[silvyysthings]

The comment now has 25k likes. 😳

Well this is a kiss 😂

#timothée chalamet #armie hammer #call me by your name #anon ask

[feyd-meowtha]

Have just started reading your feydpaul odyssey on AO3, and I'm loving the representation of feyd as a victim of circumstance and how you seem to be exploring the real tragedy of his story. We had crumbs of it in the book, like look at this 😭

Can't get it out of my head. Thank you for doing the lord's work and delivering on redeemable/morally gray feyd.

You get it!! All of his worst qualities have been trained into him under conditions I don't even want to imagine (except that I think about them constantly). His life has consisted only of cruelty so it makes sense that he doesn't have any other ways to relate to the world.

He's almost like an inverse of Paul in that he had a terrible start to life but had the potential to gain some humanity, while Paul had a good childhood and a loving family but he still ends up going down a dark path and sacrificing his humanity.

Its so interesting, the idea of them kind of crossing over in the middle. Feyd on the path from coldness to warmth passing Paul going the other way.

Thank you so much for reinforcing that my interpretation wasn't crazy. There are a couple elements about movie Feyd that i like (aesthetic kinda cunty, bit too inhuman though) but the way they made him so cut-and-dry evil was such a miss for me. And now since most Feyd fans are coming from the films it has really muddied the waters of his character in the collective imagination. (This is what I am trying to remedy in my newer work haha, make those two versions of the character make sense together).

Anywho, this got super long but you are right, you're a genius.

This is us thinking about victim-of-circumstance Feyd after ingesting heroic doses of the spice melange.

#dune #paul atreides #feyd rautha #dune part 2 #dune part two #austin butler #timothée chalamet #dune meta #ask #mine #fanfic #feydpaul

[alittlefrenchtree]

Timothée basically has hollywood in his hands now. No one is like him.

No one has been like him since the very first second this kid decided to try acting but we're glad the rest of the world is finally catching up 🔥

#omg is it 2018 again here #back to the roots of this blog #alft asks #timothée chalamet

[missjadesfics]

"Don't play the fool."

Paul Atreides x Reader

gif credit : @uservillanelle divider credits: @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry Requested by: @thatoneweirdgirl17 Summary: Paul and Y/n are in an arranged marriage, and Paul notices his bride is unbothered by it. Maybe he can change her thoughts; after all, marriage can't be all that bad. Warnings: None, just fluff, emotions and estranged friends to lovers Word count: 1.4k Disclaimer: I don't own Dune or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

Over time, Paul had grown worried about his lady wife. She seemed unbothered by the marriage and didn’t show emotion throughout their days as a married couple. Paul had often confided in his mother and father, who said she needed time and that one day she would be more open. Gurney said the same thing when he asked the older man. Duncan, however, had a different opinion.

“I don’t understand Duncan. Have I done something wrong? I’ve been nothing but kind, warm and generous. Maybe she wants something else.” Paul dodged Duncan’s attack, and the sword master shrugged. “I believe I have a theory, my boy”, Duncan sighed, wiping his forehead. Paul nodded. “Okay, what is your theory?” He asked his teacher, and Duncan waved him over to sit on the floor with him. The two panted from their sparring session as they regained their breathing. “I had heard whispers that your lady wife’s mother had instilled some thoughts in her mind about marriage. Now I know her mother, and might I say she is a challenge. She believed, ‘The more people you love, the weaker you are.’ she had told her daughter the same thing. You have done nothing, my boy; your wife believes what she has been told. You can show her that it’s not how she perceives marriage. One day, when your father passes, and you are to assume the role of Duke, your Duchess will be by your side. You don’t have to be at each other’s side all the time, but just enough for the other to know they aren’t alone. You are a smart young man, Paul; I’m sure you will figure something out. At least I hope your romantic skills are better than your sparring.” Duncan teased. Paul scoffed and shoved Duncan, readying his sword. “Okay, Idaho I know a challenge when I hear one.” 

Y/n strolled through Caladan’s halls, admiring the artwork as she passed them. Paul was busy sparring with Duncan Idaho, so Y/n took the opportunity to be alone. Finding the large doors, Y/n walked out to the courtyard towards the river down the hill. Paul had finished sparring and caught a glimpse of Y/n walking. He followed her, running to catch up and called her name “Y/N!” She turned, her hair blowing gently in the wind. She gave a small smile and bowed her head “My lord”, she acknowledged, continuing her walk as Paul walked beside her. “How have you faired since arriving here in Caladan? Everything to your liking?” Paul smiled Y/n raised a brow at his questions, nodding slightly. “Yes, my lord, everything is fine”, she responded. Paul internally sighed; okay, try again, but don’t give up yet. 

Paul sat beside her near the river. “I heard you love reading. Are there any books I could acquire for you? I don’t mind reading myself; perhaps it’s something we can do together,” Paul offered, hoping she would soften at his proposal. Y/n laughed. “I like to read, but read together, you and I? What is your play, my lord? Better yet, what bet have you made with your men? How quickly can you seduce me? Or perhaps how quickly can you get me in your bed by showering gifts and pleasantries with me?” She leaned on her arm, looking at Paul with narrowed eyes. Paul was taken aback by her words; did she genuinely think he was playing her like she thought? Duncan was right; her mother instilled something in her that he may find hard to break her from, almost like a spell. Paul smirked, shaking his head “Little dove, oh, what wicked words have you been told about me?” He leant forward, his green eyes piercing through her gaze on him Y/n fell silent. Paul whispered, “Why are you so distant from me? You show no emotion. Have I upset you in some way since our wedding day? We haven’t even shared our marital bed; whispers will begin soon enough. The son of Duke Leto has not bedded his wife and has no children. Y/n, I don’t know where your emotions lie with me, but I have grown fond of you; my feelings are sincere and genuine. Whatever lies you have been fed about me or our marriage is not true. You can be open with me; you should not feel ashamed of anything with me,” Paul explained, standing and sighing. “I will see you for dinner, wife” he left her alone, walking up the hill, the wind slowly picking up as he turned to look at her again. A sad smile on his face as he made his way back inside the castle. 

Y/n and Paul walked in together for dinner. Leto welcomed them both in the hall, and Jessica sat down to Leto’s left and sipped her wine. Paul pulled out Y/n’s chair, and she nodded at him. Paul smiled quickly before taking his seat; Leto and Jessica noticed the tension between the newlyweds. Leto said, “My son, Duncan, has spoken highly about your training improvement. Soon enough, you will be a warrior just like him and Gurney” Paul smiled at his father’s praise, sipping his wine. “Yes, I am grateful for Duncan and Gurney and their teachings”, Paul replied with a grin. Yn sat silently, eating her dinner and not communicating much. Paul watched his knee bouncing nervously underneath the table; when dinner was done, Paul excused himself and his wife. Looping his arm with hers, he led her to their shared chambers. Closing the door behind them, he sat her on the bed, kneeling before her. “Please tell me what I can do. To make your life more comfortable and easier to bear while you are here,” Y/n stared at her husband, his eyes pleading and glistening with tears forming. “My mother had always told me, ‘The more people you love, the weaker you are. You’ll do things for them that you know you shouldn’t do. You’ll act the fool to make them happy, to keep them safe. Love no one but your children’ I did not want to be the fool. And if I didn’t love you or anyone else around me, my feelings and heart would not be hurt. I have held my reservations with you, Paul, and everyone in my life. That is how my mother raised me to be. Cautious and reserved with my emotions. She loved no one but her children; she has proven to be a lioness in protecting them no matter the cost. Even if it means depriving those around her of love and warmth. I believed I had to be the same way.” She told Paul he held her face, blinking back tears. “You will never want for nothing; your love is not a prize nor something to break. I want you to love me as I love you. I want you to be happy and free, and my Duchess. I will be not just your Duke, your husband. But I will fight, live and breathe for you every day until my last day. And if I must fight and prove each day, my sweet wife. Then so be it. But never reserve yourself around me; unshield yourself from those emotions you hide from me. I want all of your happiness, your laughter and your kindness. And I hope that if you are willing, our children will bear those same beautiful qualities as us both.” Paul whispered as he pressed his head gently to Y/n’s breathing deeply, “Please do not be like your mother. You are not your mother. You and you. And that is all that matters now.” Y/n’s eyes shined with emotions, her cheeks stained with tears, her arms delicately wrapped around Paul’s neck.

“Paul”, She murmured. Paul nodded. “Yes,” He brushed his nose with hers. “I’m so sorry”, She apologised. Paul laughed lightly, shaking his head and pulling her close to sit on his lap on the bed. “Do not apologise to me, my wife.” He kissed her lips softly, and Y/n reciprocated the kiss immediately. Their first real kiss since their wedding day, Paul’s mouth moved in sync with Y/n’s, tasting the salt from their tears melding with the wine on their lips. “Promise me you will open up to me. Don’t close yourself off,” Paul whimpered, the kiss growing more with need and desperation Y/n nodded lightly as she pulled away, her face lighting up with the most beautiful smile Paul had seen.

“I promise, Paul.”

I'm sorry it's a little shorter than my other one-shots. I didn't want to write too much and ruin the theme. I hope you all still like it.

#dune #dune part two #anonymous asks #request #paul atriedes #timothee chalamet #missjadesfics #my fic #one shot

[timotheecontent]

#timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet #~ #gifs #don't ask questions i don't know #just go with it

[choose-one-poll]

Omg could you do a poll with favorite Timothèe Chalamet Rolls?

•Bones and All

•Dune pt. 1 / Dune pt. 2

•Beautiful boy

•Call me by your name

•Little women

•Wonka

•The King

(i think that's all but if I missed one I'm sorry lol)

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[roxygen22]

Timothee having a nightmare during a thunderstorm and wakes up in a panic needing all the cuddles. 🥺 plz?

A/N:

Hope a Timmy character is ok - I've been wanting to try my hand at a Lee fic.

When I say "vocal panting," think of Paul's noises after he was stabbed in Dune 2.

C/W: Reference to past abuse

Thunder

The weather man on the radio said a severe storm was coming as you and Lee pulled into the state park that would be your home for the night. The wind was already picking up by the time you made your way to your campsite, so you both decided to sleep in the truck instead of the tent.

After a long day of traveling, the two of you were easily lulled to sleep by the gentle rain pattering on the windshield and the thunder that rumbled in the distance. Lee slept upright in the driver's seat, his curly red hair acting as a pillow against the window. Your position mirrored his on the passenger side, aside from your feet curled up in the seat.

A sudden clap of thunder shook the truck's windows and wrenched you from your slumber. You jerked upright as your heart raced and looked around to get your bearings. Beside you, you heard Lee's vocal panting. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, trembling and wide-eyed like a cornered animal. He turned his eyes toward you but remained unfocused as he tried to get away from some invisible phantom.

"Lee, love, look at me. Focus on me." You gripped his face between your hands and rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs.

"[Y/N]? Wha- where?" He blinked owlishly as he looked around.

"You are here with me in the truck. Where were you?" you replied softly, assuming the thunder pulled him from a nightmare.

"I was in the b-barn back home. M-my father w-was coming after me," Lee explained between rapid breaths.

You rested your forehead on his. "You're okay. He's gone. He can't hurt you anymore. Breathe with me, okay?" You took in a deep breath through your nose and let it out slowly through your mouth, exaggerating to encourage him to emulate you. He copied you and slowly calmed down.

"Thank you," he said sheepishly.

You kissed the tip of his nose. "Come here." You leaned back against the passenger door and opened your arms to invite him over. He shuffled over and laid against you as your legs and arms cocooned him in a safe embrace. You rested your cheek on the top of his head and held him like that until morning.

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[chalamet-chalamet]

Carol Cheng: Timothée, you were voted most handsome in the world. Yes! In 2023 you were number one. How does that feel?

Timothée: 😯🤨 What?! I didn’t know that.

Austin: How about that?

Timothée: It feels great! A lot of hard work. A lot of gum chewing to keep the jaw. It’s hard to hear that next to someone as genuinely beautiful as [Austin]. Beautiful facial hair coming through…

YouTube credit to The Do Show

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[bethsvrse]

Hey I loved the Timmy sickfic you wrote! I’d like another one if you can! you can choose what sickness/plot. x female reader plz :) 🥹

PAIRING Timothee Chalamet x fem!reader

A/N thank you so much for requesting it babe!!! Of course I can write another. This is kind of a continuation of the last one I wrote!

WARNINGS mentions of the flu

“You are sick! You can not go to work today, Timmy.”

20 minutes. You have been arguing with a sick man for 20 minutes because he is too addicted to his work.

“It’s okay, love, I’m not even that sick!” He tells you as he walks around the room. Your eyes drift over to the pile of tissues on his bedside table, his red nose and puffy eyes.

“You are not going to work, Timmy. Now sit back down. I am going to call in sick for you. They can film the scenes that you aren’t apart of.” You say, as you walk out of the room to grab your phone which you left on the coffee table in the living room. You heard footsteps behind you and saw Timothee walk towards you. You glare at him. “What are you doing? Your sick, baby. Please just go back to bed.”

“I’m not that sick. It’s just allergies, please don’t call my work.” Timothee pleads.

You grasp his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs over his cheeks. “Timothee,” you watched as his face grimaced, knowing that you only called him that when you were serious. “You are not going into work today. You have been up and down all night sneezing and coughing and if you do go into work you just gonna get yourself more sick as well as pass your sickness onto other people.” You tell him, letting go of his face as you pick up your phone from the coffee table.

Timothee groaned, knowing (but hating) that you made an extremely good point. “Fine, but I’m going back into work tomorrow.” He said, pointing a finger at your before turning around and walking back to your bedroom.

“Not if you’re still sick!” You hummed, as you called his work. After the call, you went back walked over to the bedroom only to see Timmy sprawled across the bed, his breathing steady now in sleep. You couldn't help but smile at his peaceful expression.

You went over to the cabinet at the end of your bed and opened it up, grabbing out a fluffy blanket before putting it over him. You then went into your guy’s medicine cabinet in the bathroom and grabbed out some Advil, putting the packet on his bedside table. You would have grabbed him some water but since Timothee always slept with a water bottle on his bedside table, you figured there was no need so you then left the room and decided to do some quick cleaning around the house.

After tidying up the house and making some soup for Timmy since it was lunch time, you quietly moved back to the bedroom. Timmy stirred as you entered, his eyes fluttering open.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," you greeted him softly, setting the soup down on the bedside table. "I made you some soup. It'll help soothe your throat."

Timmy's gaze softened as he looked up at you, gratitude evident in his eyes. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice hoarse from coughing.

You sat beside him, offering him the soup and watching as he slowly ate, taking comfort in knowing he was finally resting. As he finished, he leaned against you, seeking warmth and solace in your embrace.

"You were right," he admitted quietly, his words muffled against your shoulder. "I shouldn't have pushed myself."

“I’m always right,” you smile at him. Timmy let’s out a small laugh before leaning into you. You pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, wrapping your arms around him. "Just promise me you'll take it easy tomorrow too," you whispered, holding him close.

“I promise.” He says, shutting his eyes once more. You slowly felt his body go limp after a few minutes and you kissed his forehead once again before snuggling down into the bed, falling asleep as well.

#bethsvrse #fanfic #sickfic #timothee chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet #finally did a request lmao 💪💪 #fem reader #lowkey really shit tho #anon ask

[otrtbs]

SOBBINGGG

NO. NO. I REFUSE.

#YALL #DO NOT TELL MR. CHALAMET ABOUT ME PLEASE #IM TRYING TO MARRY HIM ONE DAY THIS IS BAD FOR MY STREET CRED #OHMYGOD #art heist baby! #asks

[silvyysthings]

No, it has to be true. I mean, it's deux moi, I understand your disbelief. but dm was created by Hollywood to be able to control the process and throw in info when necessary. The blind about Armie, as you correctly noted, is very specific and positive. this is clearly not a random person, the one who sent it. And yes, I think it's directly related to the Timmy's blind, as someone has already noticed. besides, Timmy has given so many hints over the last year… starting from his post summer24! and summer23 and a photo in a T-shirt with bicycles, and 'apple, call me' ad (I think the streamer will be apple), and Dune 2 promo, which brought us back to the CMBYN promo. By the way, I was the one who asked you about Villa Albergoni and you said it was under renovation. In an interview, Timmy said that his next project is about ping pong, and there may also be something with Luca, but he can't say more. I think ping pong (table tennis) is a metaphor here)) Just like in Challengers, tennis is a metaphor for relationships. Knowing Timmy, he could easily say that. even Brian posted a photo from Rome with some of the CMBYN gang. They were all going together for something, weren't they? and we know that both Timmy and Armie were at Luca's villa last summer. Call me delusional, and I trully am, but it has to be true.

if it turns out that none of this is true, well… at least I can dream) thank you for listening))

🤐🤐😜

I know all these things anon but I don't want keep my hopes so high 😅 I'm so delusional

#timothée chalamet #armie hammer #anon ask

[feyd-meowtha]

Hey do you ever think about how similar Paul and feyd’s origins are? Like both Paul and feyd both come from ocean planets with parents who shirked their noble responsibilities because of the love they had for one another? I know we know nothing about Emmi Rabban, but do you think she was a benne gesserit? A benne gesserit who fell in love and did thier best to protect their child only for them to end up being put into the claws of a monster? Does feyd even remember ocean? Does he remember the haunting whale song in the distance? Like a prophecy beckoning him ever closer. Beckoning him to walk into the ocean like a blind man to the dessert. Do you think Paul could remind him?

You are literally living in my walls rn I swear. Every time I go to brush my teeth I see you staring up at me from the drainpipe whispering 'whale song' until I gradually go insane.

As for the Emmi theory, it's interesting. Veeeeeery interesting.

Feydpaul is about the way that love leads to destruction and that destruction could, just maybe, lead back to love. It's the drive to live being equally matched with the drive to die, to kill. Recognising yourself in the other and hating them for it until you can't anymore, and if you can love them, then maybe you can love yourself.

It's massive empty spaces and the desperate need to fill them with something that matters. Nihilism and fanaticism and struggling to believe that genuine good can survive in a place like this, times like these. It's Racing minds and hungry hearts. The human condition and redemption and the soul. It's unimaginable death tolls and the suffering of a tiny child who grows into a cold man fit for a colder world. Order and chaos. Nature and artifice. Does free will truly exist in this world, even if it does, does it exist for THEM?

Death and love as a form of rebellion against the shackles of fate and politics.

It's about two people shooting for oblivion and landing with one another. Still so afraid and so angry and so lost, but no longer alone. That's got to count for something.

Gaze too long into the abyss and the abyss might just start to love you back.

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