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why is charles looking so pale in a day dude we were literally joking about your uneven tan line .

so u may have expected a funny response from me but i'll actually wear my smart glasses for this and explain it to u how it truly is.

charles is, in fact, a vampire. the clues are clear, and they're right in front of our eyes:

he looks extra pale normally -> vampire

unless he just had his daily fill -> vampire

u may have noticed that when he's in the sun he shines brigh pink - it's a skin of a killer -> vampire

"lights out" and "away we go"? why can't u go in the light? 🧐🤨 -> vampire

have u ever seen him eat garlic bread? no and it's not because he's self conscious of his breath smell, it's because he can't touch it -> vampire

remember when he said no to being picked up by lewis? lewis has VARIOUS cross tattooes so charles couldn't risk it -> vampire

u think he's going to pee during sessions? think again. he's going for his refill -> vampire

sorry i'm the first one to break it to u anon, i couldn't keep hiding the truth anymore

charles going "im now finally on tiktok!" as if we didn't see him liking some weird no porn challenge weeks ago already

CHECO OUT IN Q2🕺🏻💃🏻

── Fudging Hell

summary: you and the rest of the grid make a bet to try not to swear all weekend long. it gets rather difficult at the end of the weekend when charles and pierre come up with an interesting drinking game.

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, fluff, and sexual themes mentioned.

pairing: none (yet) just reader having fun with the rest of the grid. maybe a little bit of charles leclerc x reader.

“So, how’s it going?” Alex nudges your shoulder playfully as he takes a sip from his drink.

Normally, you would say shit, but since you all made a bet to not swear the entire weekend, the only thing that came out was a grumpy, “it’s okay.”

He almost spurts out his drink laughing, but quickly swallows before letting it out. “You look cute when you’re annoyed,” he grins as he wipes the rain off of his forehead.

“It’s fu-,” you almost mess up but recover just in time “-dging cold right now huh?” You hold your hand at the back of your neck to feel the drops of liquid running down to your back.

“Yeah it is fudging cold right now,” he mocks and nudges your shoulder again before both of you leave the Williams motorhome to go out to the paddock.

“Hey Seb!” Alex exclaims as he waves over to Sebastian who’s standing outside his motorhome talking to Mick.

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for that was what you did— c.l

gif by @schumaclerc 💖

requested by anon.

hi my loves!! enjoy this little thing. mwah mwah mwah.

the screams were so loud.

the screams were loud, and you were drinking a glass of orange juice.

“mon bébé?” charles murmured from the couch in the living room. you looked out of the balcony, just out of view, sipping a mimosa at 7:45 in the morning.

you turned to spare a glance at your beloved, eyes bright and a blissful smile on his face.

“yes?” you asked.

he smiled. “i love you. i’m excited for you to join me.”

you couldn’t contain the delight in your smile, and he got up to stand over you, bending down for a kiss.

monaco. monaco was the race of charles’ dreams— yours too, now.

9:23.

you took a deep breath and slipped on a pair of sunglasses as you slipped out of charles’ ferrari, sparing a glance here and there at the crowd. the noise was like a mirage in the desert, disembodied waves of sound so loud you could feel the metal barriers rattle.

it sort of scared you.

but fear was a trademark at this point, a weakness to push below you as you held out your hand for charles to grasp, a fleeting kiss, tap on his wrist in comfort— this was what you did.

you did it every day, and everyone loved it.

your relationship with charles was sweet but unexpected — you, someone from humble roots who sacrificed everything to be here, films and premieres and media and this and that. charles, a kid with immense privilege but a heart of gold, and a work ethic to kill for.

your little summer fling one beautiful july in greece had come to an abrupt pause when pictures of you emerged, kissing on a cobblestoned street, limbs and lips entangled. you were determined to power through, wishing him goodbye when you worried for your career, knowing he wouldn’t care.

but he did.

a teary night in paris when he knocked on your hotel door, begging to take him back. a sneaky rendezvous here and there. and when more and more paps spotted you, this time you threw caution to the wind.

glasses of champagne, videos of him kissing your neck, a risqué duvet selfie.

it was a romance adored and beloved, and today was no different.

you turned to lock gazes with him when someone screamed obscenities about his choice of trousers to wear that morning, at which you smirked and he gave you a sly tap of the wrist with a roll of his eyes.

he whispered deliciously in your ear, sending a thrill down your spine.

“darling,” you called, as you waited patiently for him to finish signing caps and posters and books, and he came over to you, pressing your lips to his for a deep kiss that left you warm and flushed and people screaming.

“fuck off,” you breathed, and he slid a hand up your loose shirt, and you wrapped an arm around his neck delightedly, and got closer and closer to his lips, and then…

you pulled away, laughing, with a smirk, and people booed you, charles joining in.

“let’s go,” you breathed, and he nodded, and the two of you waved goodbye to the crowd while you ran into the hospitality.

another kiss behind the glass, a run through of his hair, a selfie and a social media well-wish… for that was what you did.

Goodnight to them and them ONLY.

we've lost :(

I don’t know what Sam’s intentions are but if he doesn’t have Lexi throw herself in Fez’s arms after he is freed from prison and say “Where’d you go ? I was starting to miss you.” He is missing out on amazing emotional opportunity.

Mini Version

Pairings: Timothée Chalamet x Director!reader

Warnings: You guys being parents, fluff

Summary: You guys are on an interview for your upcoming movie and your son was also invited.

A/N: I personaly do not want to have kids. Well not now at least. I am still trying to make myself a name in what I wanna do later. But the idea of having a baby with this amazing man? Don't tell me he wouldn't be the greatest dad ever?

Timothée and you had been together for at least ten years now. You had gotten married and were living happily together in addition to your little boy Isaac.

You guys were living the dream and nobody could take your happiness away. Today, Vogue had asked you to have an interview with them about your day to day life with a 3 years old and to talk about your new projects. You two decided early on to show the world your little boy once he had hit the age of one and you hadn't done any interview with him since then. You didn't want to get him to much on screen. But when you guys' manager had brought that interview forward, you thought it was a great idea. You two were currently waiting around Timothée's computer waiting for the interviewer to log in. "Mama?" Isaac said from his dad's lap. "Yes, honey?" You were smiling down at him. His little white button down adorned with black polka dots was making him look so cute it was making you smile pearls. "You look real pwetty. I love dress. It sparkles." He said smiling at you. You smiled back. You were wearing a black casual dress with sparkled sleeves. "Thank you, honey. You look like a small man with your shirt. You are pretty too." He jumped in your arms and gave you a hug. "I am getting a little jealous here." Your husband said. You laughed and your son got back in your lap. "She my Mama. You hawe yours." Your son responded. You laughed at that. two minutes later, the interviewer entered that video call and you guys started. "We are today receiving Y-N Y-L-N, Timothée Chalamet and their three years old son, Isaac Chalamet." You guys said hello and thanked them for having you on the channel of Vogue. "So I heard you guys have been taking a long holiday break for family time. How was that?" Layla, the interviewer asked you. " It was good. I definitely wanted some much needed time with my wife and my son. I normally would already be filming right now..." Your husband explained and you nodded along. "I also have been writing for my new project for at least one long year so I really needed some time for myself." You added. "Isaac? Do you like when your mom and dad are with you for such a long time?" Isaac was looking some place else and didn't pay attention. You nudged him a little to get him out of the moon and he lloked at you confused. "Did you like that mama and dad got to spend so much time with you away from set?" You asked him and pointed for him to respond in the camera. "Yes, Mama and dad even played lego wif me. Daddy's not really goof at it." He said seriously. Timothée faked a gasp. "Mama's better." He said hiding his side of face like he was telling a secret to Layla. You laughed. "Why thank you, honey." You kissed his cheek. The interviewer laughed. "So he's a mommy's boy." She said. You nodded and Timothée playfully hit you on the arm. "How dare you. You told me he loved us both the same." "He does! But he's just closer to me... He has most of your personality and you were a mommy's boy too so..." He faked a gasp again. "Moving on..." Layla said laughing. "Is it hard to have a toddler and balance your really busy life of an actor and a director." You smiled at that question. It was one of your worry when you learned you were pregnant. You thought that you wouldn't be there enough for your child and therefore they would be unhappy. But Timothée told you that you would make it work and he was right as always. "I was really afraid of that when I learned I was pregnant. I thought that it would be too complicated and would make our lives so much harder than it needs to be. But we arranged it so we are with Isaac as much as we can and when we are away my family and Timothée's bring him to us for some time." You explained a smile still painted your features. "Like she said, and I also take less roles like I used to do when I was not married and didn't have a son." Layla nodded along and went to the next question. "Y-N, there are rumors that you have already done the casting for your new movie and that Timothée plays in it." Your eyes blew wide open but you went back to your normal face trying not to reveal anything. Let's be honest, your husband was the one who could have a poker face and not you. "I... Hu-" you started but

your son interrupted you with a small but loud "Shhhhh" He looked back at Layla. "My Mama can't sway anything. daddy always say that each thweir secwet are secwet." He gave cute angry eyes at the camera. Timothée was proud and laughed at his son's answer. "like he said." He added to Isaac's statement. The interviewer shut the question and continued. " Last question. We wanted to know if Isaac would be at the next event to accompany you. We heard a lot of rumors about it and maybe we could get the information today?" You nodded and smiled. "It really depends on what the next one will be. Right Timmy?" You said. "Yes. But we want to make sure not to make him go to anything he doesn't want to. We don't want to force himinto this life you know. Like he can be whatever he wants while growing up." Your husband smiled at you and then to Isaac. "But I want to be like you daddy. I want to pway in movies." You laughed at your son's confused face and tickled him. "I think you have time for that little man." He laughed and tried to get you to stop tickling him. Once you did, Layla told you that the interview was done and to have a great day. You said the same to her and stopped the meeting. "You did a good job buddy." Timothée said to Isaac kissing his temple. "Thank you daddy. You knwow, I love you just as much as mama." You smiled and kissed Isaac on the forehead and kissed Timothée on his lips. "Do not touch my mama." Your son said pouting. You loved your little family so much. You couldn't wait to see how much of a good man your son grow into. He was already a mini version of his dad. On the other hand, you knew your love for Timmy would forever be alive.

okay i know u were a in a hiatus just some days ago so feel free to ignore this but, i thought of this and for some odd reason it reminded of u and your writing? idk anyway i just thought it would be cute to do something like matching bracelets, or that change your painting every 5 minutes challenge from tiktok or any crafty romantic activities with timothée? it just gives me tiny apartment in paris smoking a cigarette naked in the morning vibes and in my head that’s literally him lol. love ur writing, hope youre doing well beb! <333

Mon Amour || Timothée Chalamet

a/n: i adore this request, u are creative as fuck and allowed in my inbox at anytime lovely :) psa, not my art! those two pics just sort of fit the vibe and the sketch is a reference, i switched up the request just a bit <3 also i listened to la vie en rose by edith piaf while writing, so i feel like it sort of fits the vibe :))

cw: nudity, language, suggestiveness

The white casement windows were slightly ajar, only a few inches above the floor with a bit of space before hitting the ceiling at the top. Through the space you could see the Eiffel Tower in the distance, a light breeze filtering through the small Parisian apartment.

Timothée had purchased it before you’d began dating, but it soon became a home away from home. Between traveling so much and several much needed breaks, you’d both spent a lot of time within the tiny space. It was like a step away from the outside, decorated in a way that could have been easily mistaken for a 90s interior.

Paintings were strung up on the wall, a white blanket skewed over the back of the sage green couch at the forefront of the room. There was no television, only a radio on the windowsill beside the balcony. It was old, lulling the tune to a French theme. The hardwood floor was always like ice in the mornings, clothes thrown all over the ground from the night before.

“Mon doux, mon tendre, mon merveilleux amour—bonjour.”

What a way to wake up, you thought.

Timothée’s voice rasped into your hair, his French accent thick when he fell into it carelessly. It was a good morning you’d never grow tired of, his curls tickling the apples of your cheeks as he leaned into you from his side of the bed. His arm was wrapped around your waist, tightening as you shifted to look at him.

Fortunately, you’d picked up on a bit of the language while staying in France so frequently. Timmy had helped tremendously, teaching you the basics and continuing to show you everyday. You listened to several podcasts in French now, retaining the intricacy of the dialect and articulation.

“Good morning,” you smiled at him.

The white duvet was nearly hanging off the bed, legs intertwined within the milky sheets. You were topless, all but a pair of light pink cotton underwear remaining on your person. He wore a simple pair of grey boxers, hanging low on his hips.

His head was laid on the pillow beside yours, hair spilled across the silk in a mess of dark brown curls. You took a handful of his hair in your hand gently, pushing it out of his face and leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his lips. It was a look you’d never get tired of, his pink cheeks and cluster of small constellations peppering his nose.

The air smelled of sex and vanilla, the hum of music only adding to the ambience. Leaning over to the side table, you planned to pick up your cellphone and snap a quick picture of Timothée. You caught a glimpse of your open sketchbook, though. The tan sheets of paper were littered in drawings, some truly very good.

“Can I draw you?” You asked him, grinning incessantly as he yawned and nodded.

“Draw me like one of your French girls, Jack,” he murmured, referencing the Titanic humorously.

Giggling terribly, you picked up the book and flipped to a clean space. He sat up, leaning back against the headboard and reaching to his own side table. He plucked a cigarette up and stuck it between his lips, lighting the end and inhaling dazedly as you sat up in bed as well.

Going to pluck his white button down off the floor, planning to cover your bare chest, he pulled you back up to him with a shake of the head. You rolled your eyes, leaving your breasts uncovered and maneuvering yourself to straddle his waist.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to seduce me,” you smirked, beginning to sketch out the curve of his jaw.

“You’re sitting on top of me naked, of course I’m trying to fucking seduce you,” he chuckled, taking another drag of the cigarette.

A rush of cold air left a shiver down your spine, his hands rubbing up and down your unclothed torso. You shaded around his nose with a charcoal pencil, it was hard to capture just the right angle of his fluttering eyelashes. In the sketch, his eyes were shut and a look of euphoria was dawning on his features.

He cupped your breasts, running the tip of his index finger along the perky bud of your nipple. This earned a slap in the arm from you, shaping his eyebrows and beginning that mess of wild curls. The song had changed, the buzz of another French melody filling the small space.

You leaned forward, letting him stick the cigarette between your lips and taking in a deep breath. With your non-dominant hand, you pulled it from your lips and flicked the ashes into the tray Timothée held out to you. Handing back the remainder of the stick, you finished shading his Adam’s apple and couldn’t help sitting forward a bit.

Bringing your lips to his bobbing throat, you kissed up his jaw and landed on his lips gently. Sitting up, you finished the last of the sketch and initialed the bottom corner to claim the piece of art. Spinning the pad of paper, you put it on display for his to see.

“I love it, mon amour,” he flushed. “But I can guarantee that my view is a lot better. Can I draw you this time?”

“I can think of at least ten other things we could do,” you whispered, setting the sketchbook back down onto the side table.

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Okay so like imagine jack giving you the silent treatment over something dumb so you act like you fell or something in the shower the way I know this man would run up them stairs to check on you 😭

AWHH😭🤍 nah because he totally would break the silent treatment for you

you're making dinner and can't open the sauce jar and kinda pout and hold it out to him like 'pls help🥺' and he'd like playfully roll his eyes and but still maintain the silent treatment as he takes the jar and effortlessly opens it

and like as your cooking you actually do end up decently burning yourself and he just hears you yelping in pain from the kitchen and he hears your sniffles as you hold your fingers close to you and he rushes over to you and immediately pulls you into his arms.

"hey hey--what happened?" he asks softly, pulling away so he can examine your hand and indeed there's a burn mark and he'd just bring your fingers up to his lips and kiss it

as you're sniffling and as the pain subsides a bit, you say to him "if I knew this is all it took for you to break the silent treatment then I would've hurt myself sooner," you say jokingly.

ANDREW GARFIELD 2022 | Greg Williams ph. for British Vogue’s Hollywood Portfolio

ross lynch sang “cant do it without you” for austin & ally’s 10 year anniversary 😭😭 x

jack    harlow    on    tiktok

dylan sprayberry and his favourite finger : a continuation

( pt. 1 | pt. 2 )

The ✨Feminine Urge ✨ to let these men rip me apart 😍

same energy

I need you to understand the importance of what Maneskin did on their concert in Poland.

In a country where president gained his votes by spreading hatred, in a country where right-wing activists spread rumors about LGBT people wanting to adopt children to r*pe them, in a country where conservatives think gays only want to teach the kids masturbation, in a country where so many young people are homeless because their homophobic parents kicked them out, in a country where people are afraid to hold hands with someone of the same sex, in a country where people were murdered on the street because they were gay, in a country where LGBT people have literally no rights, in a country where non-binary, genderfluid, trans people aren't even acknowledged, in a country where people are afraid to speak out about their orientation in fear of being publicly lynched, in a country part of which denies LGBT people the right to live, in a country where LGBT people are considered abominations in need of treatment...

Maneskin on public TV said love is never wrong. That everybody should be able to be whoever they want. On public TV Damiano kissed Thomas.

I can't imagine how many kids this has given hope to. How many unwanted kids who have been denied parental love because they dared to be who they feel they are, saw that they are not alone in the world. How many artists felt solidarity, inspiration and motivation. And deep down I really want to believe that maybe at least a small percentage of homophobes have thought about this message.

I cried. My heart grew so much bigger, knowing that it was shown on public TV. Even if it doesn't strike any change, many kids out there, being neglected, afraid and bullied, felt the representation and support they need.

Thank you, Maneskin.

How I can tell Måneskin isn’t lying about their age. They really proved themselves as upper gen z with this one. (Credit to @witch_skye on Tik Tok)