STUNNING 🤩

waiting on the trailer for bones and all to pop up in my youtube feed

Damn I’m late on posting this 🫀🫀🫀

he obviously went and put on the wig from the bones and all set before this candid picture was taken, because that's a thing people do

i remember when loads of fan interactions w timmy started taking abt him dying his hair and for some reason like so many charmies were like adamant that they were lying and were like angry about it and then it was obvious that what they were saying was true and they just pretended the whole thing never happened. i never got why they were like Furious at people saying he dyed his hair like 😭😭what

Lol, i still laugh about that. In this instance, their anger was over where he was spotted and the fear of who he might have been with. See, for Charmies, they prefer not to know where Tim is at any given time because that means they can tell themselves he is with Armie. It's just so pathetic.

might be an outlier here but when i smell my neighbors smoking weed i just smile and nod its like adjacent to hearing christmas carolers for me… good tidings and joy unto you brother

Chris Pine poses on September 5, 2022 during a photocall for the film “Don’t Worry Darling” presented out of competition as part of the 79th Venice International Film Festival at Lido di Venezia in Venice.

obsessed w actors who are obsessed with their own characters like not in a weird “method acting” way or whatever but in a yeah this is my character and this is the novel length backstory i wrote for them in my head and here’s the thought process behind the line i improvised and here’s what i think they did after the ending and whether or not they like olives on their pizza

Thank you for being you Danny DeVito

STRAWBOOTY post is back 🍓

Timothée Chalamet / Fem!OC

Notes: This started out as a bog standard fluffy smut piece and eventually morphed into a weird folk / cosmic horror thing (with fluffy smut). I have no idea, y'all. We'll see where the story leads us.

Part 1 / ? — 203 words

The dream, when it comes, is always the same.

He will find himself standing at the foot of a bluff in the soft grey light of an overcast morning. Yellow grass under his feet, matted with damp and windswept into cowlicks. To his back and sides towering spires of pines, and all around him the scent of the sea.

He's never alone. There's always someone there, at the top of the rise. A woman. She gives off the warm familiar aura of a friend. In the dream her face will be clear, but upon waking he'll struggle to recall who she was, even what she looked like. All he's ever able to conjure up is a blurred smudge, like a charcoal drawing hastily rubbed out.

The woman will gesture to him — come here, come look — and he'll start toward her. As he climbs closer she'll point off to the horizon, then turn back to him with excitement. Do you see? 

He never does. At this point his vision dulls, and the ambient sound fades out. All he's left with is fuzzy darkness and a whooshing rush of sound, rhythmic and softly pounding. Ocean waves? His own troubled heartbeat? This, too, is a mystery.

timmy glowing in pink💗