#timothee in a period film again when?????
Text
LITTLE WOMEN (2019) dir. Greta Gerwig
#saoirse ronan#timothée chalamet#little women#jo march#theodore laurence#filmedit#filmgifs#moviegifs#gifs#~#timothee in a period film again when?????
586 notes
·
View notes
Note
idk if this makes sense but like could u make a blurb abt like austin comes back from budapest for a break but y/n doesn’t know, he’s just like surprise 🤭?? IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT SO IM SORRY IF THIS DONT MAKE SENSE💀
missed you too much - austin butler
note ; not me being like “blurbs are closed” but then getting this request and just having to write it. austin missing his girl so much he begs the crew of dune 2 to let him go on a break and he just wants to surprise u so he doesn’t tell u i’m- what an angel <3
warnings ; noneee
｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
he had never been away from you for this long. he hated it. he did everything in his power to avoid it. when he filmed elvis, he made sure that there was a stipend for you and him to live comfortably in australia while he filmed. this was just one of the many accommodations austin made during that time. after all, everyone was aware you two were a package deal. but when he got the opportunity to film dune 2 alongside zendaya and timothee chalamet, it was something you couldn’t let him turn down. four countries. countries that weren’t even in your time zone.
you had told him to be patient and that you would take care of your shared californian home while he was gone. he had said ‘yes, but i need you there with me. i can’t film without you.’ you knew that wasn’t true, he was so talented on his own already without realizing. alas, you had convinced him after numerous pep talks, and he left for budapest.
it had been two months since that day you dropped him off at the airport.
again, too long for him.
he had already made up his mind. he had begged his director, dennis villeneuve, to let him take a week off filming. austin had already filmed a good portion of his necessary scenes, and he just needed to hold his baby girl. he just needed to kiss you endlessly and lay in bed with you, he yearned to hold your body as you slept peacefully. austin knew that if he told you he was coming home, you would try and stop him. that’s what he loved about you the most; you would sacrifice anything for his success. but, he knew he was only half the man he was because of you.
so, austin began the long trek back to california from hungary.
meanwhile, you were doing nothing. you had spent the past two months working out, shopping, and trying to find things to do without austin around. when he was gone for extended periods of time, you could feel his presence missing. it was as if he was a puzzle piece in your jigsaw puzzle that wasn’t completed without that one piece. you had done pretty much everything; hanging out with your friends, going clubbing, visiting your parents. every night, however, you made sure to call austin. he often picked up on the first ring, but if not, you left him a voicemail.
you were so proud of him though, and tried to not be a nuisance. he reassured you often that it was okay to call him more than once, but you wanted to make sure he was focusing on his career.
austin got off the plane, landing during the gorgeous californian sunset. he had turned off his location so that you wouldn’t know where he was, not that you checked it very often. on his way home from the airport, he made sure to stop and get you your favorite flowers; white roses. he could feel his heartbeat in his ears on the drive to the house; as if he was on his way to pick you up for the first date.
you were in the kitchen, dabbling in a new recipe you saw on instagram the other day. with all the free time, you went back to other passions such as cooking, which was always refreshing. you were so indulged in your activity that you didn’t even hear the uber that contained your boyfriend pull up in front of the house. you still didn’t hear him when he fumbled with his keys in the doorway, walking down the hallway, dropping his bags on the floor and following the smell of your cooking to reveal you.
he took the time to lean against the doorframe, and admire the girl he was going to marry one day. there you were, just humming to yourself as you stirred something in a pot. he didn’t even want to disturb your peace but he couldn’t control himself. “hi, baby,” he wrapped his arms around your waist.
you jumped almost immediately, your heart nearly falling out of its chest. you knew that voice, you could recognize it anywhere. whipping around to face him and confirm your dream, you realized it really was him. “austin!” you screamed out, wrapping your arms around his neck, squeezing him so tightly that he thought his circulation almost cut off. “why are you back, baby? i thought you weren’t coming until next month!”
he needed this. he couldn’t function without you. but, he settled for a different answer, “i missed you too damn much.” he smiled before cupping your cheek in his hand and leaning in to kiss the lips he had dreamt about. you hummed sweetly into him, the feeling so foreign after being apart.
“well mister, you chose a good day because i found this perfect recipe for penne alla vodka and i need someone to taste test it,” you rambled on about the sauce you used and what seasonings. in all honesty, austin didn’t care about the pasta. but, what he did care about, was the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about something you loved. he let you go on and on about it.
in that moment, he realized he might have to make some calls to get you accommodated in budapest.
｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
masterlist + request
#answered#anon#austin butler#austin butler x reader#austin butler blurb#austin butler fluff#austin butler fanfic#austin butler imagine#austin butler elvis#angelina's drabbles
390 notes
·
View notes
Note
Mind you I've never read LW but i kinda enjoyed the 2019 movie, why did you hate it? (Maybe i just wanna put Timothee Ch on a leash) feel free to go off 🌷
So, the costumes sucked from a historical perspective. Which would be less Objectively Bad and more Just Not My Thing...if the designers hadn't gone ON AND ON AT LENGTH about how ~Authentic~ they tried to make everything.
Didn't claim accuracy and didn't do accuracy: meh, whatever
DID claim accuracy and didn't do accuracy, AND won an Oscar for it: urge to kill rising
the hair design was particularly egregious, with the designer at one point saying they chose [checks notes] insane flyaways and half-up hair on adult women (who would have worn their hair entirely pinned up, for practical reasons and as a cultural marker of adulthood) because that seemed "more authentic than coiffures"
MORE AUTHENTIC
THAN THE WAY ACTUAL WOMEN BACK THEN
WORE THEIR ACTUAL HAIR
AS DEMONSTRATED IN PHOTOGRAPHS- EVEN CANDIDS -AND PORTRAITS
"blee bloo they didn't have hairspray!!!" THEY HAD POMADE. HAVING YOUR HAIR VERY SMOOTH WAS THE STYLE IN THE 1860S, EVEN FOR POOR WOMEN, AND MASSIVE FLYAWAYS ARE HUGELY IMPRACTICAL, AND NOT ALL FIXATIVES ARE HAIRSPRAY YOU ABSOLUTE-
[Marzi.exe has encountered a problem. please hold]
apart from the hair, there were fit issues and at least one case of Trying To Copy the 1994 Movie, But Worse (Amy's black and white dress in Paris).
1994. the pattern is soutache, a kind of applied trim done with flat cord that was very popular throughout the mid-late 19th century
2019. You cannot tell me the choice to have her in a white dress with black floral patterning, in effectively the exact same scene, was a coincidence.
also I'm pretty sure there was one shot with an actress visibly wearing Uggs. (EDIT- thankfully I am informed that this is a set photo and the Uggs were not visible in the finished film. i had forgotten this. good to know! leaving the pic there because STUPID HAIR and HATLESSNESS)
also the Pretty Pastel Princess Dresses (with overly fluffy attempts at bertha collars) and Matching Long Gloves (wrist gloves were popular for evening back then, and they were almost always white) in the Concord ball scene.
is it a Civil War-era ball, or is it a parade of "southern belles" at Cypress Gardens in 1995? leaning towards the latter.
once again, the choice to put Meg in pink for the ball instead of her book-described blue dress is something 1994 did first, and did better IMO
also Meg's 2015 Coachella wedding look, the fact that none of these girls from a poor family seemed to wear each other's old clothes ever, and the lazy choice to dress Jo in half-menswear instead of actually looking into menswear-inspired women's clothing in the era (which was a Thing!). but more than just the costumes pissed me off
they just...didn't seem to understand the era, or want to, or care? it was a bunch of little things that served to make it all more #relatable to modern audiences but ultimately undermined the setting:
Marmee telling a random young man she's never properly met to call her Marmee, because "everyone does." her DAUGHTERS call her that. her ACTUAL CHILDREN. who the hell else would? it's not a derivative of her name; it's a variant of Mama. Laurie can graduate to Marmee when he's an actual family friend
Jo wearing some of Laurie's clothing because "she stole it when they were hanging out in his room," according to an interview. um, NO NO AND NO, they are teenagers and that would distinctly not fly on several levels even in her progressive family. I might actually buy this if it were like "he gave them some clothes for an amateur theatrical and she kept them;" the actual Alcott sisters had a costume trunk for their plays, which is still on display at their house. but these writers clearly think a teenage boy and girl could be in his bedroom together unsupervised, for long periods of time, habitually, in 1860-whatever. which is absolutely incorrect
Jo saying "okay" in refusing Laurie's proposal. this is so tiny, I know, but while that term did already exist, it was a joke phrase only. this would be like saying "lol" while turning down your best friend's proposal today. once again, it's an example of Relatability mattering more than actually understanding the world these characters lived in
there are more, but I've blocked them out. I just really, really hated it on many levels
136 notes
·
View notes
Note
Playing the devil’s advocate here: I can see where that account is coming from and I somewhat agree. Like yeah, Uncharted was fun and light-hearted but that was an action-adventure movie much like Spider-Man. Listen, I’m not a Timothee stan and I hate when people compare the two of them but for the sake of the argument let’s use him as an example; Timothee has a very diverse filmography. He has done comedy, romance, sci-fi, period piece movies, a musical, and his next projects are a biopic and apparently a ping-pong movie. He was even supposed to be in Barbie! Now let’s look at Tom: I feel like every project Tom has had in the last few years are either heavy dramas where he plays dark characters (TDATT, Cherry, TCR) or blockbusters (Spider-Man, Uncharted). Wanting him in something where he can be funny and charming doesn’t automatically means wanting him to play himself. I for one just want him to dabble more in different genres. That's why I’m so excited about Romeo & Juliet and the Fred Astaire biopic (if it ever happens), because it feels different from everything he has done before.
But here is the thing. How come they say he needs to play something light-hearted as if he hasn't just give them that? Sure, Uncharted is an action film, but it's a FUN movie as well. Just say you (not you, the fan) want that, not that he needs it as if he hasn't done any light-hearted project in years. The "Netflix low-budget rom-com/comedy" part was just me low-key poking fun at them for saying that, lol.
RE Timothee: I get what you're saying, but we need to remember Timothee wasn't (and isn't) tied to a long-term Marvel/Sony contract, well... Tom was. Timmy had and still has freedom in his career, meanwhile TCR was Tom first project he filmed and released AFTER his Marvel/Sony contract ended in 2021. Also, the fan thinks Tom's next move is making (once again) a bunch of Marvel movies, that he can get all the "Marvel money" so he can spend it on any other project he wants to make after that. But they fail to realize they're basically wanting him to re-do everything he did for the last 6 years, lol. It's crazy how so many fans don't realize how many years Tom spent in "Sony's basement" 😭 (and again, I'm not talking about you).
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
The creation of art requires a certain societal contract in which artists are allowed to push the norms of social acceptability in order to advance the cause of art. In order to protect freedom of expression artists have to be free to explore topics that are "off limits." You'll notice a lot of very braindead people protesting Nolan's Oppenheimer film because they've moralized art (a fascist action) and are unwilling to allow even the more subtle explorations of the topic. I'll be honest there are movies out there with legitimately artistic takes so offensive it'll make you throw up. Nolan's take is downright bland in comparison, but when approaching a piece of art you need to engage with it from the standpoint of the artistic/social contract regardless of your comfort level with the subject material.
In Jimmy Kimmel's Oscar speech (the one made shortly after #MeToo exposed swathes of Hollywood as predators) he held up Call Me By Your Name as a film that "Mike Pence doesn't want made," clearly referencing the LGBT content of the film and--totally lacking self awareness as is Kimmel's tradition--not the fact that this was lionizing the Movie With The Pedophile Romance, something most politicians should probably be against. Which is to say that this movie was polarizing when it came out.
Even as I'd waited for the hype to cool on Call Me By Your Name, going into the movie there were preconceptions I had to suspend and follow the artistic/social compact in order to achieve some aspect of objectivity while watching the film. This objectivity is key in separating the popular opinion of the film and what the film actually is (e.g. Blue Lagoon's charming reputation vs being pretty messed up actually).
In actuality, Call Me By Your Name is a solid film, content aside. The cinematography and editing were heavily atmospheric, reminding me of a lot of Sophia Coppola's work. The writing was well done, and the performances were nuanced, with the worst being Timothee's accent the whole time. From a merely technical standpoint, this movie deserved the awards it got. Which brings us to the part of the film everyone talks about.
The relationship in the film is complicated to write about because it's set in a much different time, the same period where your aunt and uncle whose age gap math doesn't look exactly legal got together. Things were legitimately different back then, and that's not counting the nature of Gay culture in the 80s and a lot of the age gaps that came out of that. Just like America in the 50s, there are some unsavory things that were more acceptable then than now. 17 years of age then was viewed differently even if now we know it shouldn't have been.
At the same time, Elio is very much the victim, even as he actively pursues the relationship. The movie is an exploration of youthful love for the forbidden and framing that with a homosexual relationship wasn't an accident. The movie also highlights that the victim in these inappropriate relationships often doesn't understand they're being preyed on until sometimes years later. Which is a lot to put into one film and neatly tie into a bow.
Did this film handle the controversial content ethically? Again, the suspension of the social norm is there to say "this isn't for you to say," but as you can critique a film's execution even as you refrain from making ultimatums on its existence, I will say that it definitely left room for misinterpretation (Instagram girls thinking its just SO romantic). Simultaneously, what do you need? A "Don't Try This At Home" Sticker? Licorice Pizza was no less weird and or transgressive and you know not to emulate that one. Both these films push "off limits" topics, but we must let them.
The one thing that struck me as I watched this is that my 2021 assertions that I could take Timothee Chalamet in a fight are absolutely correct. Fresh out of the blue collar regimen I would've ripped that twink apart.
6 notes
·
View notes
Note
How would you rank the Wes Anderson films you’ve seen? Not necessarily in a best-worst list. While I can’t rank them in a tier myself, I could easily go my whole life without watching Rushmore or Darjeeling again. That’s not something I could say about Tenenbaums or Asteroid City.
this is an interesting question! im honestly relatively new to a lot of his filmography so idk if i have super strong hard opinions on a lot of it, i’d like to watch them all at least a couple times 🤔 also i havent seen bottle rocket or any of his short films
s tier: asteroid city, sorry but i literally cannot remember another movie ive watched that many times in that short a period so it’s gotta mean something to me lmao (IT’S ON VOD TODAY YOU DONT HAVE AN EXCUSE)
a tier: royal tenenbaums (i was really sleepy when i watched it but i know on rewatch it’s gonna slay me), grand budapest (seen a couple times, probably the most tightly directed, really a comedy, i could just throw it on whenever no problem, dont emotionally connect with it tho tbh)
really good: life aquatic (incredibly funny script, zissou is such an unlikeable main character it started bothering me, however bill murray should probably have gotten an oscar for it, absolutely gonzo insane direction where i literally could not comprehend how they made most of it, all timer blanchett accent, gorgeous), moonrise kingdom (it’s so small scale! very very cute but unless you get really tethered to the love story you do feel the smallness)
fun time: darjeeling ltd (i like brother drama, the train is cool), fantastic mr fox (i have beef with roald dahl wes innocent), french dispatch (unclear memories, only saw in the theatre, enjoyed it at the time, timothee should only play comedic roles), rushmore (it’s very cute and sweet and schwartzman is just a tiny baby giving the performance of a lifetime)
dont remember: isle of dogs, literally 0 memory of this whatsoever. there were dogs idk
#everything on this list is at least a 7.5/10 so the rankings truly do not matter much#these tiers are very fluid….
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
❛ 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 ᥫ᭡ timothee chalamet.
synopsis ˒ in which i describe what it would be like being roomies with timothee using these cute lil’ headcanons!
pairings ˒ timothee chalamet x photographer!fem!reader.
warnings ˒ FLUFF! ima sucker for fluffy headcanons. some swearing, light mentions of food, period talk, being drunk, and dirty laundry—which doesn’t really need a warning, i just find it gross!
notes from ky ˒ not another new layout! but had a dream about timmy last night, gosh i really love this boy? the chokehold he has in me is not okay. also, i feel like him being with a photographer makes sense, yeah? it’s very fitting. no tags for this since it’s just something i whipped up on a whim!
he likes new york city in the daytime, you like new york city in the night time—the day you two decided to be roomies was the day planet earth cracked in half. polar opposite is what you both are, and it’s never a dull moment in your shared apartment. you don’t know how it happened, but it happened.
he’s messy, you’re neat. especially considering the kind of occupation you have, you like to keep all your files loaded on to their proper hard drives and folders on your laptop and all your polaroid pictures in their assigned boxes. quite the perfectionist, i must say!
and with that being said, you truly hate it when timothee leaves his dishes, papers, and dirty laundry everywhere. never in a million years did you think one human could produce such a hurricane of a mess.
“do you ever—i mean ever—think to clean behind yourself? it looks like a pig pen in your room, timothee!”
“get out yn, im trying to sleep!”
you don’t do mornings, especially not early ones. if you have to get up early for work then fine, but other than that, you enjoy staying underneath your warm, cozy, and comfy covers until noon. timothee, on the other hand, wakes up at the crack of dawn nearly every day.
and his favorite part of his ridiculously early morning routine would be waking you up—or at least trying to.
“it’s almost nine, you need to get up.” your curly haired roommate bursted into your one time. you groaned in response but he wasn’t trying to hear it. the both of you spend about twenty minutes going at it, him aggressively pulling at your hips while your hands gripped on to your rather expensive wooden bed frame for dear life. eventually he’d give up, leaving you in your grumpy slumber state.
despite all the bickering between you two, you guys would actually help each other out a lot—especially with work. you’d help timmy go over lines from his scripts and he’d help you out with your photography equipment; cleanings the camera lenses, editing, etc.
“you got that line wrong again, do you wanna take a break or—?”
“no, no. let’s try it again, one more time. i’m gonna get this right.”
“timmy! don’t wipe the lense so hard, you’ll break it!”
“i know what i’m doing yn!”
late night movie marathons, you guys would flip flop between classics and some of the new films out. the night would always end in popcorn fights which you hate but love.
the paparazzi practically terrorizing you two every time you step outside the building. timothee had grown used to it over the years but you’ll never get over how bright the flash is from the cameras—and you’re a photographer. but luckily, he’s always doing little things to guide you through the horrors of the clicks, flashes, and millions of questions. sometimes he’ll hold your hand or put his arm around your waist.
being each other’s hype woman / hype man period! at events, interviews, and on social media too. the media loves how supportive you two are towards each other.
and please, timmy would definitely try to make breakfast for you after you two would get into arguments about the pettiest things possible.
“i, uh, ‘made you some breakfast,” he said awkwardly, handing you a plate of very much burnt food. you didn’t want to hurt his feelings especially with things finally calming down so you settled for a sweet smile and a quick thank you instead.
ranting to each other about literally anything, everything.
you sneaking into timothee’s room while he’s gone just to peep. he hates it when you go in there but you can’t stand how messy it is. sometimes the pictures on his dresser will have you staring for minutes, admiring the features of his family and close friends, occasionally fawning at his baby pictures.
but just to be fair, he does the same thing when you’re gone!
listen, you’d roll your eyes into another galaxy every time you see him bring a girl over to the apartment. you don’t have anything against his girls, they always come and go.
“who’s this now, timothee?”
“yn—shhh! don’t say that!”
he’s not really fond of the guys you go on dates with either. him watching you stand in front of your vanity mirror set, dollying yourself up with all kinds of expensive make up and name brand fragrances. he’s a hater when it comes to it but his reasoning is a bit different than yours.
“i bet he’s ugly.” he mumbled to himself one time thinking you didn’t hear him. but you did.
you falling asleep on his shoulder during tv show & movie marathons.
having zendaya and tom over for dinner—which usually ends up with tom being shit faced drunk, getting on both you and zendaya’s nerves and all.
you guys have definitely had the “should we get a pet?” talk. quite often too. eventually, you guys ended up getting a cute golden retriever puppy and named her honey. timothee became obsessed quickly, acting like a little kid and all—he’d be so cute and so excited.
“i love her so much—just not when she’s pissing in my shoes and shit. that i can go without.”
timothee trying his absolute very best to be at your service when you’re on your period! the feminine care section in the pharmacy would confuse him and he would end up calling you.
“wings right? the pads with the wings?”
“for the last time, yes timothee.”
him dealing with all your mood swings and emotional outbursts. he wouldn’t take them to heart of course.
and he would definitely offer to rub the areas where you feel cramps. at first you thought it was a bit peculiar but after a while of him doing it, it started to feel pretty nice and relaxing.
“where do you feel them?”
“um, right here.”
“i—here?”
“oh…oh! that’s uh…quite the area!”
rainy day walks around central park with the puppy.
taking each other out for lunch.
six am starbucks runs (when you have the energy to be awake at that ridiculously early hour).
and once again, getting on each other’s last damn nerve.
“you really need to learn how to take a joke, yn.”
#timothee fanfic#timothee chalamet x reader#timotheé chalamet x you#timothee chalamet x yn#timothee x y/n#timothee x reader#timothee imagine#timothee chalamet
681 notes
·
View notes
Text
into it (trust issues)
into it
sugar daddy!timmy (timothee chalamet) x model!reader
So sorry this has taken so much longer than anticipated but she is here!! I didn’t think it would go in this direction but I loved how it turned out.
Special thanks and love to @chal-latte and the rest of the taglist (to be added) whom have showed interest for this early on. Hope you guys like it!
Please comment, reblog, share - lemme know what you guys think!
Warnings: exhibitionism, dom/sub themes, oral (m/f receiving), fingering/masturbation, misunderstanding, sugaring (not sugarcoated but kinda??), protected sex (reader is on birth control)
Word Count: 7.3k
Again this is clearly sensitive, 18+ content so minors do not please interact with this. I beg of you, I demand of it actually.
“I could give you the world. Ask for it, and it’s yours.”
You’ll never forget hearing those words come out of Timothee’s mouth, as both of you sat by the fancy downtown New York jazz bar under hazy, sultry lighting. In your body fight silk dress and bright red lipstick, you didn’t expect to meet anyone important, but yet you met- the Timothee Chalamet.
As a struggling model with few commercial gigs here and there, barely keeping you float and helping you pay rent in your shared model apartment with 7 other models.
You knew he was experienced with romance and sex, casual or serious relationships. A casanova of a sort who everyone would beg for even a glimpse of his attention.
Meanwhile, you were never one for casual hookups, after breaking up amicably with your ex in your smalltown before you moved to the Big Apple once you were scouted by an agency.
He was used to having girls (or even men) throw themselves at him, even for a one night stand or the chance for a relationship, but he found it so surprisingly refreshing that you didn’t seem one bit interested in that, or him at all.
Nonchalant and polite, you nodded along with a poker face as he introduced himself and you shook hands, siping on your martini paid for by another guy long gone from the club. As the night went by, you found lots of common ground in your conversation, giggling and cackling one moment before going deep into philosophical discourse the next.
He shared with you about his acting career, from the actors he’s had the pleasure to work with, sets to travel to, luxurious hotel experiences that his million-dollar salaries and offers on films promise him with. You almost itch with envy when he asks you about your modeling career, honestly sharing you’ve been reaching a dry period as the current trend in looks this season is not much favouring yours.
He shares a silent look of almost pity, but it’s like he can see through you. Seeing your potential, seeing you have that same drive, ambition that you are capable of so much more just like he is.
As the night ended, he asked for your number, and you exchanged as he put his on your phone. (rather second-hand, a former model friend gave it to you before a rich old billionaire bought her several brand new iPhones) Timothee offered you a ride home, offering nothing but a sweet peck on the cheek before he drove off after seeing you enter your front door.
…
It’s been nearly two weeks since you last saw him when he first texted you. Timothee tells you about being close friends with this casting director at Paris Fashion Week, and that the director would like to meet you.
You didn’t want to seem like a thirsty, social-climber gold digger - you didn’t entertain his advances because you saw him as a networking opportunity but he had this invisible pull to you that you couldn’t comprehend.
Sending your numerous thanks, you told him how grateful he was for that and what you could do to return the favour. Your meager salary and the runway pieces given to you last season in place for a proper salary would’ve probably seemed like trash to him, but he responds kindly. He wants to spend some time with you the next time he’s in New York City, and meet up for dinner.
…
The casting director he introduced you to opened up opportunities for you that you didn’t even know were there. Your agent was jumping for joy over the phone over you meeting that casting director.
“Are you serious? He’s the most well-connected casting director at the moment! He has booked you for so many shows and editorials next season - you are going to be the hottest new thing!” Your agent squeals, almost ringingly loud to your ear as you put your phone away from your ears and put it on speakerphone on the counter.
You don’t know what to gift him when you see him in a few weeks because, honest to god-you barely know the guy. Behind his prestigious acting roles and red carpet appearances, you’re just in the process of getting to know him.
He meets you at a rather upscale Italian restaurant not far off from the bar where you first met. You give him some random pastries you baked the night before, some cheesecake bites you took from an online recipe but tweaked slightly.
You expected to be embarrassed by your measly gift compared to the life-changing contact he just gave you.
“I’m just wondering- why did you recommend me to the modeling director? I’m not being ungrateful but - I’m just curious.” You ask as you take a bite of your spaghetti.
“He mentioned he was looking for some new faces and you were the first one I thought of, for no particular reason.” He casually shrugs, before getting into his own meal.
Nodding along, the both of you continue the night with your lively conversation, from how the shows you were in, the people you met to how wrapping up post-production was going for the movie he just finished filming.
The live band switches their slow, contemporary jazz to a more sensual tango tune, and just as you were going to sneak in to pay the bill while he wasn’t paying attention, he asked for a dance.
“Care for a dance?” He reaches his hand out to you suavely, confidently like he had rehearsed this a million times before. Of course he has.
You don’t find it in yourself to refuse. For the first time since you’ve met him, a part of you is not as guarded, almost more open and trusting.
There’s no need to worry whether he would be found by the paparazzi with some “new girl” and that you’d become one of his excursions for the week, only to be thrown away before he moves on to another. Celebrities are seen when they want to be seen, like he tells you with a raised brow. Besides, most of the people in the room are far into retirement, barely the usual teenage fangirls who would swoon at the sight of him.
As he twirls you around for the final song for the night, he provides you a proposition you would be stupid to say no to.
“I was wondering if- you would want to be my sugar baby? I’m not usually one to do these things, but- I just have this urge to look out for you, support you in every desire and whim you have.”
As you turn to face him, you look at him with a puzzled look, too shocked to respond.
“I-I didn’t mean to offend you or make you think I was pitying you-”
“Oh no no, I definitely didn’t get that impression. I was just wondering- why me?” You ask.
“I don’t know- I just want you to experience all that life has to offer. We haven’t known each other for long, but - if you are up to it, I would give you anything you want. I would give you the world, the moon even, if you asked for it. ”
He’s up front about how he is currently not looking for anything committed. I mean why would he? He was a top Hollywood heartthrob who would have anyone throwing themselves to even have a piece of his time, satisfied with one night stands and hookups because he would be flying red eye to red eye with his jet set lifestyle.
You both draft a written document on the terms of your arrangement - an annual allowance, full access to his industry networks, the amount of time you spend with him whenever you don’t have work, but the last and final term - no falling in love/ romantic entanglements.
It doesn’t sound like a bad idea to both of you as you nod along at his suggestion and sign your name in red ink underneath. But you always know how this ends.
…
He takes you to a luxury department store that very next morning, driven by his driver on a limo, and closes the store for a few hours so you have the attention of every salesperson to your beck and call.
You are having your own Pretty Woman movie moment, your romantic film of your dreams coming true. You feel the heat rise up in your cheeks as you brush your fingers against the fine fabric on the velvet coat hangers, and try your best to ignore the confused yet almost jealous and annoyed facial expressions from the salespersons waiting for you to try things on.
Timothee let you explore for the first while, smiling fondly as you explored through the luxury department store with awe and wonder. You were drawn to a particular Yves Saint Laurent jacket and some Balenciaga jeans, as you hesitantly looked at him to try it on and he excitedly shoved you to the change room.
As you scrutinized yourself in front of the mirror with the charcoal leather jacket and Versace pumps, he comes in with a gleeful grin, with some items he wanted you to try on.
“Sir, there can only be one person in the change room-” The attendant tries to murmur but she’s ignored as Timothee sneaks into the spacious change room and sits down as he watches you examine the suggestions of clothes he wanted you to try.
“I think these colours would look really good on you, Y/N. Would you want to try them on?” He asks almost sultrily, looking back and forth and already picturing them on you.
Who are you to refuse - he clearly has an eye for fashion and he seemed to understand your style and taste already in the duration of your certain arrangement.
The red Givenchy body fitting dress looked stunning on your figure, hugging your curves perfectly with ruched satin intricately weaved on top of leather. When you emerge from behind the curtains, he looks up with dark, hooded eyes and a pleased smirk.
“Stunning as always, Y/N.”
“You say that for everything I’ve tried on.”
You pull him by his grey tie, snickering as you pull him into an all-consuming kiss that turns into an uninterrupted makeout session, not caring for the world about the salesladies who would hear every word, but could not say anything because he did pay for the entire hour to yourselves, no?
He playfully toys with the belt loops of your jeans as he opens his mouth and your tongue slides in to entangle with his. Your newly manicured hands are all over his chest, gently massaging as you moved down to his neck and hear a muffled moan against your ear.
Timothee’s palms brush from your shoulders to your back and stopping briefly over your breasts, fondling with them until he is satisfied with a symphony of your aroused shrieks you fail to hinder in time.
Kissing down his cream, silk dress shirt, fondling with the buttons until you get to his crepe dress pants and tug his boxers down as well in one strike. Rather than embarrassed on this public display of lust, he looks down at you with a confident, smug smirk, browsing his fingers through your silky hair with pride.
First pumping slowly from the tip, drunk off his frustrated and impatient groans, before quickening your pace before your tongue first makes contact and a feral grunt erupts from the bottom of his throat.
Bobbing, choking, slightly gagging and gulping his shaft down your throat, you expertly maneuver his desires from the flush on his cheeks, closed shut eyes and the moans he is emitting as he grips tightly against your scalp until his knuckles turned white.
“You’re too good at this-” He gasps at a particular throb of the back of your throat against his length, your fingers massaging his balls and lightly tickling the top of his dick until he splutters expletives and releases into the velvet of your mouth.
Swallowing eagerly like it was the last thing on earth you could consume, the only liquid that could nourish you, you stared back with fawned innocence as you release him from your warm cavern and slowly stand up, proudly wearing the bruises on your knees like a medal.
As you lean forward to zip up back his pants and pull up his boxes, he tugs you at the collar for a gentler, more delicate kiss, smiling as your teeth slightly clash at how clumsily he is kissing you back, still in a hazy daze from the mind blowing blow job you just gave him and the taste of his sweet release on you.
Leaving hand in hand with your smeared lipstick all over his face and your hands in his with a cheeky grin, he spoiled you to no limit and you left with a minimum of $100,000 spent that afternoon alone - from clothing to limited edition jewelry with only a few hundred pieces in existence.
…
Dinner that night was at a hotel restaurant in an upscale, but trendy part of town where you’d expect to see more urban, cosmopolitan yuppies like you.
The reflection of the new diamond Cartier necklace glimmers against the metal display across from you, as you proudly showed off your neck like a proud swan as he admired how you looked in the piece he chose for you and held your hand close to him as he kissed your knuckles gently.
“You always choose the best pieces for me, Tim. I cannot thank you enough.” You earnestly thank him but he hushes you lightheartedly, his index finger against your plush lips.
“There is no need to thank me, angel. To see you happy and dressed like the goddess you are, that is more than enough for me.” He tilts your chin towards him with a gentle pinch of his fingers, deeply looking into your eyes with a sincere expression.
You peck him briefly on the cheek across the table before your waiters arrive with the food you ordered for the night. Chatting casually about how his memorization of his new script has been going, the casting sessions you’ve been to recently, modeling executives you’ve met and the new book he’s read throughout the night.
To an unknowing outsider, the both of you clearly resemble a long-term committed loving, monogamous relationship, deeply in love. Even the restaurant’s manager mistakenly calls you his wife or the waiters assume you’re his girlfriend when Timothee introduces you to them as he’s a regular at this place. You hide the flush of your cheeks and nod along awkwardly.
…
He orders takeout dessert to be delivered to his apartment later that night, twirling the red wine in his wine glass, watching you bite into one of the matcha macarons from the fancy box he ordered just for you, because he knew it was your favourite.
The twinkle in his eyes was clear as the stars in the sky, even from his top floor Manhattan loft. Some of his curls loosely dangling over his eyes, his eyes dazy with sleep and slightly high off the few puffs he took from the joint you rolled him, and sleepy from the long day you spent on the go together.
Littering gentle pecks and faint tongue licks all over your face, pressing his palm into your cheekbones as his mouth ghosts over your jaw, brushing over your forehead - just him, his scent, his touch, all over you and leaving his prints in his wake.
Deep in thought, it is soon before he recognizes the daze you’re in as you’re not as receptive to his touches as usual.
“Something on your mind?” He hoarsely whispers against the curve of our neck, blue and purple splotches starting to form.
“Would you consider having sex with me? Or is that not in our agreed terms-” He sits up in alarm with wide eyes and you guiltily grasp for him, fearing you’ve lost him for good.
“Consider? I never wanted to give the impression that our arrangement was for sexual intercourse only. You could have never touched me again and I would still want your company.” He speaks so openly, so candidly and you feel ashamed by how guarded you are.
“Timmy, I sucked you off in a department store dressing room, and you’ve eaten me out more than I can remember. Of course I am down for sex.” Feeling like you’ve misunderstood his intentions, tears starting to form and sting in your eyes.
Reaching forward to wipe away your tears, he hushes you and presses his forehead against yours with his eyes tightly shut.
“I never asked for you to become some high class prostitute or courtesan only for my sexual pleasures, doll. I truly want to indulge in your soul, your intelligence, your beauty, your kindness, your charm - everything.”
“I do not want you to feel pressured to have to reciprocate anything I do for you with your body, you are worth much more than that. Just your time with me is valuable enough that no money can return.”
Still refusing to look into his eyes and nodding along absently as you try to wipe away your tears, he brings you back to him, pressing his lips against yours with a firm resolve before backing away.
“Yet if that is what you want, I will not refuse it. I want to make love to you, not just fuck you and dispose of you the next day. Again, ask for anything and it is yours. I will not refuse you anything. Name a date, and you shall have it.”
Selecting a movie from his vast DVD collection, you both refuse to speak further on this conversation. Laying your head against his arm, tightly embracing his bicep against your nose and fight against the sleepiness washing over you. This is all pretend, you can pretend he is yours and you are his fully, wholly. When no strings attached you to each other than the ghost of what could have been.
..
You are away from him for a few weeks when a string of modeling gigs, booked campaigns, magazine covers and runway invitations pull you away from him.
After quick brunch with a number of high profile casting agents and fashion investors who are pleasantly impressed with you, you are ushered away by your manager and your casting agent to a studio just south of Pasadena for a Marc Jacobs perfume campaign.
Your hair plastered up with gel and powdered white and pink a la Marie Antoinette by Sofia Coppola, and a plain yet delicate beige full length gown that molded to your shape like a Renaissance marble sculpture. Makeup on your face was bare sans bright pink blush on the apples of your cheeks, foundation that made you look ghastly more than alive, and clear lipgloss on your lips.
Submerged in a murky, stained bathtub filled with water, you sat down and the dress became transparent against your figure, sparing nothing to the eyes. Your nipples peaked through the v-shaped neckline that was held together only by strings of gold chains and strips of white chiffon, as you transfigured into various poses that the photographer approvingly took with harsh flashes against your cornea.
Minutes turned into hours as the shoot continued into the late afternoon and nearly the evening, the lukewarm water turning cold against your skin, submerged and formed goosebumps on your forearm and thighs that you were sure would make you wake up with a cold the next morning. Heck, you could already feel the headache starting to crawl into your skull.
As you stepped out and left a soaked trail behind you, the assistants rushed to envelope you with a cotton bathrobe and a pile of other towels were thrown your way to dry you clean. Scanning and preapproving the photos with the photographer with an absent grin, you thank everyone on set for their work and rush to the bathroom for a shower before you rush home, order takeout and knock out for the night.
Browsing your phone aimlessly, you are pleasantly surprised when your bank app notifies you about a recent deposit of $35,000, from Timothee with a simple note saying “ Get whatever you want darling. Still looking for a new place? Found some listings you might like.”
You are astonished at how nonchalant he was about sending you money that most people would not even see in their entire lifetime. This probably was just pennies and dimes compared to his annual income nowadays, with all these films coming in and offers flying by the minute.
Sending one of the outtakes from the photoshoot just from your neck down to him, your breasts fully in display as the transparent dress you were wearing was sodden, the dips of your hips deliciously accentuated and your waist cinched, a mischievous simper on your face appeared before you ran off to the shower before you could even get more sick.
The emphatic pings of your phone’s message notifications against the constant gush of the shower water over your head made your belly rumble with victory and unappeased desire. You could only imagine what dirty, unhinged things he would be saying to you over text, what he promised you for the next time you would see each other and how you were in for it good when it came to punishments.
“Like it?! I fucking love it, angel. I would devour you right now if I was there.”
“Oh, you little minx. What happened to the shy doll I first met at the bar?”
Your head was in the clouds guessing on what he sent you as you washed your hair and soaped your body under the running water. Feeling the heat of your body, you hovered down just above your sex. Tickling slowly around your inner thighs, pretending it was his longer fingers instead.
One hand pushing your lower lips apart as one fondled your breasts and pinched your pink, puffy nipples, you suppressed a high pitched moan in fear a lingering crew member would overhear you and ruin your reputation before your modeling career even took off.
Scissoring your index and middle finger into your warm chasm as your thumb traced lightly over your clit, you lost track of time as you indulged in the feeling that washed over your body. Like a tightly knotted string curled up tightly before being yanked violently, you see stars against a canopy of the night sky as you sweetly release, his name murmured repeatedly under your breath like a prayer.
Leaving the studio just before midnight strikes, in the brand new Louis Vuitton top he got you with some thrifted trousers and custom made sneakers he designed with you in mind, the poor interns left behind to clean up the intricate set design for the photoshoot of the campaign did not find anything odd about how upbeat and energized you looked after a grueling, all day shoot.
As you got into the private Mercedes Benz driven by one of his hired drivers that waited for you by the parking lot, your thumb hovered over sending ‘i touched myself at the thought of you, daddy.”
…
The final box delivered at your newly moved two-bedroom apartment in Greenwich Village reaches your doorstep, and you thank the kind delivery man in your apartment complex.
Beside the box of plain Corelle dishes, a circular ivory hued gift box with a giant satin bow on top caught your eye. Tugging the card underneath, you see his name “Timothee” written elegantly with a fountain pen, as you hold it against your chest before shaking your head with an iridescent smile on how sweet and thoughtful he always is.
Three dozens of preserved pink roses were neatly arranged inside, with a lengthy original poem he wrote alongside excerpts from both your and his favourite literature writers and poets.
“To my muse, yn. Xx
XIV
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
'I love her for her smile—her look—her way
Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'—
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,—
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning”
Pressing kisses of the laced envelope until lipstick marks stains were burned into them, you cherished this gift, his sweet, honeyed words and the paradise he had crafted and welcomed you into. If only he could give you his heart.
…
After countless of meetings with your agents and your managers, your team have expanded and hired more assistants under your wing as your schedules became more complicated and hectic.
Strolling across the small, hidden park, you are both enjoying the warm, glimmering sun coming out and kissing your skin and hitting two birds with one stone as you get your daily steps in. As your brown leather boots brush against the soil underneath the grass, you can’t help but think of him.
It’s been several months since the beginning of your arrangement, and with how much your career is thriving at the moment, you can’t believe you’ve barely had the time to process what you had with him.
You were to see him again in a few days, counting the seconds, the hours until you could feel his skin under yours again. The warmth of his body as he whispered empty promises down the column of your throat and you for a moment wish to wholeheartedly believe it.
Were you being too forward? Perhaps your appeal on why he picked you of all people was because he was used to figures throwing themselves at his whim, leaving broken hearts to never be seen again after a sinful night.
So when you carelessly offered yourself, your body to him that fateful day, you shattered whatever perception of speciality that you figuratively formed in his mind. You scolded yourself mentally as you continued your walk, ignoring the tears that streamed down your face before you picked up the hidden cigarette from your pocket for a few puffs.
…
You are waiting for him in his loft, having finished arranging accounts and investments with his financial advisor whom he recommended you work with to further grow your independent bank account and finances.
Timothee surprises you as he locks his arms around your neck, peppering kisses on the apples of your cheeks. You smile at the scent of the perfume you had chosen for him the last time you went shopping together - a piece of you he carried with him even when he was away.
“I missed you. Did you miss me?”
“How could I have not? It’s not the same when you’re not here.”
He reciprocates your smile as he looks at you fondly, massaging your head with his fingers through your locks, as if he was feeling if you were real, and physically present. You cradle his hands against your face, closing your eyes to wallow and drown into that sensation.
Sinking into the couch,e he leaves a burn with every kiss he trails down your body, gently slipping every piece of your clothing one by one, without a care for the world.
…
Several months continue of this daydream of an arrangement, and you fear things are too good to be true. You two are basically in a romantic relationship that have done everything and anything, except it is not monogamous, heavily dependent on financial transactions and could end any minute you lose his favour and to his whims.
The first night you give yourself to him, you want nothing to do with the intricate indications of what making love hinted to you. You did not want to intertwine your soul further with his ,even though you were already his but to no guarantee was he fully and entirely only yours.
You lied through your teeth that you only wanted dirty, violent and ruthless, hard sex - just brutal, raw fucking. In your all-red lace lingerie that barely hid anything to imagination other than his leather jacket you stole from his closet, your red lips hid the feelings you wanted to set free.
He repeatedly tried to talk you out of this, that he was not going to judge you for any of your preferences and you could change your mind anytime, that he could stop and go gentle or never touch you sexually again. You refused. You refused to let him see you like that when this is not what a committed relationship entailed. This was purely a financial transaction between a sugar baby and her financial provider.
Scratching down his back as he leaves fingerprint bruises down your thighs, torse, around your neck, you think this is the closest thing you can get to his touch on yours, numbing you from the growing sensation of unrequited, unbridled care, affection and love you developed for him.
Whips, sex toys, vibrators, bondage, shibari- whatever experimental sexual thing that’s harsh, yanking at your skin and has no hint of lovemaking to it, you’re game. As long it’ll keep him close to you, physically but not emotionally or mentally or spiritually. That’s too close. You get too close and you’ll lose him- never to see him again. It’s not even about the money anymore, you wouldn’t give a shit if he stopped wiring you an annual allowance and could just spend the rest of your life with him forever.
Every time you think he wouldn’t see you crying at night even after the aftercare he would generously give you, he too looked at you longingly, but he didn’t want to cross the line. If he keeps crossing the line and pushing the boundary further and further like he already has, the lines between the truth and the lies just keep blurring.
He wants you. Not just for your body, nor your intelligence or your beauty. He’s afraid. He’s never been so open with someone like this. Or at least since- well, a painful memory he would never want to mention again.
Timothee has always been so guarded, flocking to casual hookups, making out with random girls he meets one night, not knowing their names or seeing their faces in the night light before he runs away. Like he always has.
It horrifies him, scares him intensely. When he watches you sleep beside him on his bedside, it terrifies him how you have his heart in your hands, and can crush it anytime, but he pretends it doesn’t bother him. Wouldn’t that just be leading him on like how others have done to him?
It continues like this for weeks, barely a month - but the temperature has gotten too hot, the glass has cracked. Enough is enough.
“Why aren't you talking to me anymore? “ He asks you impatiently, tired of the messages of his you keep ignoring, or how you don’t look at his face whenever he’s around.
“What do you mean, I'm talking to you right now?! Nothing is wrong, Timothee. Here you are making such a big deal about everything!” Your voice wavers as you turn around to face him, hiding the tears hovering to pour out any moment.
His head in his hands, pulling at the roots in his hair as he keeps trying to interrogate you but there’s no way to get through.
‘Why have you been so guarded with me recently? Heck, you’ve never been an open book from the start but you barely even share a glimpse of yourself with me anymore!” He shouts, he doesn't want to raise his voice but you’re not getting the point when the wall you put between the two of you only gets thicker and higher.
“I thought this was just an arrangement, Tim! I never thought you’d even think of romantically seeing me like that, or be in a committed relationship when we never talked about it!”
Your breath heaved as you felt that you’ve unleashed something you’ve held back for so long. It was now or never. This could either open you up to a genuine communication with him, or close the doors in your face forever.
He stares at you in disbelief, in shame for himself, for not having treated you right. Timothee rushes towards you and puts his mouth against yours, his palms cradling your face as if he would lick your wounds to heal.
He releases you from the kiss like he swam up for air. “I’m so sorry you felt that way. Yes, we started our arrangement primarily as you as my sugar baby, but the feelings I developed for you were real.”
“You loved me?” The tears flow down your cheeks as you tuck your head around his neck, wanting to feel him against you as the emotions consume you completely.
“Loved and I still do. I always will. I was afraid of getting hurt, that making a commitment will make me lose you. I’ve never had the best luck when it came to relationships, so I felt that keeping myself at a certain distance would allow me to be in your life, but that I wouldn’t risk losing you.”
Oh, how you felt so foolish! You wailed in despair as you smacked his chest, pushing him away as you cried but wanting him closer to you, too close, yet not close enough.
“You fucking idiot, I thought you only wanted to throw your money at me for my time and my body! I never wanted you to make love to me and rather just fuck me heartlessly because I was afraid it would give me an illusion that you loved me like I love you.” You spit your words out like you’ve been fed venom, a wound not fully healed and needed time to breathe.
Timothee lunges at you again until he is hovering over your body on the bed, his hands firmly locking your wrists above your head. He murmurs apologies as he peppers light pecks on your nose, down your neck and down your sternum.
“I’m so sorry - I’m ashamed I never had the chance to tell you the truth until now. The entire truth-”
“The girls I saw you with from a week before you flew home?” You had to ask, you couldn’t resist. You bit your tongue from when the photos were released from photographers during the events before he came home to you.
It stung like you were stabbed right in the stomach with a sharp knife and it twisted within you. The air clocked out your lungs and your vision blurred as you assured yourself that this was totally expected from your arrangement.
It was not monogamous, there was nothing romantic nor committed about your agreement. Heck, why wouldn’t he? He was at the peak of his career with girls throwing themselves at him every second, so why would he refuse if they could give him what you couldn’t?
So when the pictures of his tongue down some random girls throat backstage at the Coachella tents a few days ago even if it was before he came home to your bed, it only reminded you of how fickle the moments you had with him.
“I was drunk and I was high - I promised it didn’t mean a thing. My manager and my publicist team demanded I be pictured with these girls, for the image they want of me as some playboy, casanova heartbreaker.” He groans in frustration, apologetic he had to do anything against his will.
A part of you wanted to trust him fully, wholly but you couldn’t. You knew how this wretched industry worked, especially in the dark trails of Los Angeles. It was not fully the city of angels, or how it wanted to be.
Appearances were everything. It was only expected of him to play the game by its tricks if he wanted to survive and come out on top of the food chain. It would only amp up his appeal, his marketability if he appeared desired, still single and uncommitted but attractive and wanted to those wannabe influencers and models you didn’t know their names of.
“I- I don’t fully trust you, but I want you to give us a chance. If you’re willing to fight for it.” You demand, setting your ground as you push him above you so you can stare at him directly and clearly.
“I want this more than anything. You have my word. It won’t be perfect, but I am willing to put everything on the line for you. I don’t expect you to forgive me so easily, but please - at least one chance.” His eyes water as he looks at you sincerely, moving to your side and places his arms around your shoulders.
You reach forward slightly for a gentle peck on his lips, circling your arms around your waist. Sighing vows of pleasure and acceptance as he prays apologies down your skin. The straps of your flimsy crop top fall down your shoulders, as you feel his fingers and the warmness of his tongue brush against your delicate skin.
Wanton cries of pleasure come out from your mouth, your fingers tangled into the locks of his hair, pulling at his scalp as he pulls up your top from above your head. Leaving marks down the column of your throat and chest before he reaches for one of your nipples, circling and pinching with one hand while the other is sucked on with an eager hunger that cannot be satisfied.
He goes back and forth before he is trailing down your stomach with the same ferociousness and desire. You reach forward to raise his shirt from his torso and fumble for his belt clumsily.
Pulling your skirt and your panties in a single attempt, he nudges you back against the mattress, the silver necklaces on his neck hovering over you. You pull him in by his necklaces to kiss him ardently, breathlessly like if you stopped kissing him, you’d stop living and breathing entirely.
Timothee’s hands linger above your hips, before he tenderly grips your thighs, looking up for permission to part them and continue before you assert him with a panicked nod.
He dives in without restraint, fingers toying with your clit teasingly before you whine in thwarting before he thrusts into your hole mercilessly. He plunges in according to the symphony of your moans and cries, a particular groan coming from his throat when he finds a spot you like and puts his tongue right in, adding to your gratification.
Adding more fingers as his tongue wildly eats you up like candy, like the last meal he will have, your thighs wobble around sloppily and discombobulatingly as you build up towards reaching your peak.
“Ah-ah, yes, right there , Timmy! So good, so- ah!” His enticing, alluring eyes look up at you almost menacingly, like you’re prey he can’t wait to tear apart. He adds another finger as his tongue swipes in deeper and messily, slurping your juices as your orgasm comes crashing in.
Seeing stars as a string is pulled from within you, the light and darkness of your perception incomprehensible as one as you lose sensation for a moment. As you return back to your senses, you only see unruly curls and hazel eyes looking at you like he’s known you forever.
As you regain your hazy thoughts to pump his shaft as he cries in revelry, eyes rolling backwards as you press him closer to you. He moves up to flutter over you, gaping on top of you with laborious breaths as he wordlessly asks for your consent one more time.
Hoarsily you hiss a hushed ‘yes’ with whatever voice you got in you left from your cries in euphoria, and he thrusts into you haltingly, unhurriedly- so unlike the times you usually make him fuck you until you can’t walk.
Tangling your hands with his, he worships you as your hips brush and he penetrates into you without restraint, but so softly, so delicately like you would break like glass any minute. Bit by bit, before he is fully inside, groans as he sucks into the skin below your jaw and messily kisses you on the lips, fresh with your essence giving him a glow.
You cry like you have seen heaven above, whining, and screeching over the love of his that he has desperately wanted you to feel, but you’ve denied for so long. He adores you like you’re an altar, a saint on a pedestal that he wants to sacrifice himself for.
“I love you, fuck - i love you, so much. Mon amour-”
As you feel him release his warm seed inside you, he rubs repeatedly against your clit and sensitive hole before you come one more time, like two souls intertwined and intertwined into one. Like you were him, and he was you.
…
The rest of the night is a fuzzy blur, tainted by too many glasses of wine where you end up tangled in his bed sheets. The tender touches across your torso and around your neck are more gentle than you’ve ever imagined.
You give yourself to him three times that night, just as ravenous and hungry as the first time. You had previously chatted about your boundaries, your off-limits, but what you were willing to indulge and try with him in his bedroom.
As the sun rose, you opened your eyes to him propped on his elbow, looking down at you longingly with nothing but affection and fondness in his eyes.
“Good morning, sunshine.”
“We still have lots to talk about, doofus.” You tease him, pointing your tongue at him as you sit up with your comforter around your waist, but he pushes you back down.
“That and we will. Let’s give this one more try, and start how it should’ve been. “ He truthfully promises with no mischief or lies on his face.
You hesitate for a moment, not knowing what to say as your mouth opens trying to figure out what to say next.
“Give it some time. I know this is a lot to think about, but I really want us to work. I want this to last.”
“You promise?” You sound so hopeful, like an innocent child so optimistic before the real demons of the world came haunting her down.
“Yes, I promise. If you think I won’t spoil you with everything I got either, you’re dead wrong.”
Oh, Tim. The very Timothee you grew to love and adore. You wouldn’t have it any other way.
“You can’t say I wanted you just for your money or that I’m a gold-digger then. You can’t get rid of me that easily!” You jest, trailing your fingers lightly over his chest, until he reaches forward just underneath his bed.
“Now why don’t you try on this new lingerie set I got for you? I’m sure you’d look delicious with it on?!” He offers with a teasing smirk, eyes darkened with lust and want already as he holds the package in his hands.
You shake your head with a light chuckle. Oh you were in for it now.
#timothee chalamet imagines#timothee chalamet x reader#timothee chalamet scenarios#timothee imagines#timothee x reader#timothee chalamet
486 notes
·
View notes
Text
Statistics from LC IG account: Year 2016
I am going to share some data and observations and ask questions.
Liz has 402 posts in 240 days. Started counting from start of filming of CMBYN to year end. Her/their life is an open book. She posts almost daily.
Travel: They are absolute road warriors. On the road constantly. They/Liz go to Dallas/Denver constantly. Sometimes for a week or longer. Sometimes in and out in 2 days or over a weekend. It is nothing for them to hop on a plane and fly anywhere in the US for a couple days. Which made me think the boys probably see each other a lot more than we know about. In and out of cities to reconnect and get some lovin.
Travel Breakdown:
May 5-11 - Italy, Munich, Milan, Zurich, Crema; May 24-30 - San Antonio; June 1-21 - Crema, Sirimone, Bergamo, Milan; June 26-July 4 - St. Tropez, Monaco, Cannes (vacation); July 15-17 - Toronto; July 21-24 - Dallas; July 30-August 1 - Denver; August 4-6 - Dallas; August 19-September 3 - Australia (Armie filming Hotel Mumbai); September 8-12 - Toronto for TIFF; September 15-16 - Dallas; September 26-29 - Dallas/Denver; October 2-6 - NYC; October 11-18 - London; October 25-30 - Dallas/Denver; November 3-5 - NYC; November 8-9 - San Antonio; November 14-December 2 - Dallas.
1. I was surprised to see that Liz and Armie both posted they were having a mini vacation in Palm Springs from April 26-28 before Armie left for Italy. Principle photography started May 9. Village scenes were shot May 17 and 19. Crema filming began June 1. I was thinking Armie said he was out there 3 weeks early with Timmy getting to know him but not sure about the math on this.
2. I was surprised to see Liz in Italy for so many weeks during CMBYN filming. She was there at the beginning but then from at least June 1-18. She whisked Armie away for a weekend in Milan for their anniversary. I was thinking Armie and Timmy were alone the whole time. It appears Liz was on set when they filmed the “truce” scene in Sirimone; she was at the lake at some point where E & O go for a swim after the midnight scene; and she was on site when they shot the waterfall scene at the end. I am hoping she was not there during the kiss of a lifetime.
3. On June 4 she posted that Sundays are family Vespa days. 😏
4. Liz was busy in 2016 with Food TV appearances and opening up Bird Bakery in Dallas. Armie had lots of press and filming - birth of a nation, nocturnal animals, hotel Mumbai, Free Fire.
5. Armie is a doting father and there are countless, beautiful pictures of him with Harper.
6. There are quite a few pictures posted of Armie with Niki and Ashton. Niki also made a surprise visit down to Dallas to check out the bakery.
7. Liz and Armie were both in NYC on October 2-6. That’s when the paps shot those pics of Armie and Timothee walking down the street. On that trip, Armie and Liz strolled through Central Park which gave me the chills knowing about the poem Armie recited to Timmy in Central Park this past spring.
8. Timmy liked 23 of Liz’s IG posts during this time period. Most of them in June/July and having to do with CMBYN and Italy and then a few in August/October/December. He liked pics with Armie, Armie and his friends, Armie and Harper, Italy, the GQ event in Dec and the opening of the Dallas bakery.
9. Liz does not know Armie’s name. He is HUSBAND.
10. Overall thoughts: Armie and Timmy fell for each other while filming CMBYN and this is well documented. Liz was pregnant from when they met through year end. I cannot even imagine the conflict felt both by Armie and Timmy during 2016. Armie had an awakening but he also had a son on the way. That was the practical reality. And he loves being a father and it looks like he was excited to be a dad again. He was probably torn apart. I can only imagine the heartbreak Timmy felt watching Armie’s life play out on Instagram over this year. I was especially thinking about the friends trip Liz and Armie took to Cannes/Saint Tropez/Monoco right after CMBYN filming wrapped. Timmy went back to NYC sad and lonely and watched gorgeous Armie diving off boats into the Mediterranean without him.
Moving onto 2017. Please let me know questions you have. What details you want. Share your thoughts. Let me know if you want the data presented in a different way. I am typing this on my phone so I apologize in advance for typos or spacing issues.
202 notes
·
View notes
Text
Waiting (Pt. 1)
Timothee Chalamet x Reader
A/N: This story is an original work of fiction inspired by actors I like. If you like it too, please reblog it and leave a comment. Also check out some of my other works at my master list linked below. I welcome feedback, so let me know how I could make my posts better! Thanks, and enjoy <3
Masterlist
Part 2 - Part 3
He had been away filming for months, and it was hard. We had gotten by with late night phone calls and Facetimes, but it was obvious how much we missed each other. Usually I was able to take time off to spend a week or two wherever he was filming, but not this time. This time the director had requested no outside guests, hoping that it would keep everyone focused so they could finish as fast as possible. Never before had I hated his job as much as I did now, but it was his passion, so I tried not to show it.
The calls and Facetimes had been innocent at first. We would end almost every night with a summary of our days, a statement about how much we missed each other, and a declaration of love. Days where we knew we would be too busy to call would see numerous Snapchats with short captions about whatever we were thinking at the moment. Everything was going fine the first month, but then everything changed.
I had been having a particularly hard day at work when I got a text from Timothee to check his Instagram. Curious, I immediately clicked open the app and looked for his most recent post. What I saw had my body instantly heating up.
The picture was a first look of Timmy’s character in the movie. He was dressed in period garb with black leather pants and chainmail. His hair was cut shorter than usual, and he was looking off camera with a serious look on his face. The image radiated power and authority, a look I usually only saw from Timmy in bed.
Sucking in a deep breathe, I attempted to rein in my racing heart. I didn’t bother texting him back, knowing he would see that I had liked the post and that he would know what it had done to me. For now, I tried desperately to focus on my work until I could get home and show him exactly how much I had liked the picture.
That night our FaceTime hadn’t been so innocent. Instead we both showed each other just how much we had missed the other with lowly spoken words of praise and need. After that, all of our conversations had an underlying, if nor outright, sexual tones. It was obvious that we needed each other in a more carnal way that neither of us were bothering to hide.
It was no surprise really that we had come to this. Timothee and I had always had a very active sex life, and that didn’t change just because he was away filming. After almost two years together, we knew all of the alternative ways of getting each other off. If anything, it was surprising that we hadn’t started this earlier.
We continued like this for two months, our calls now ending with breathless “I love you’s” after we were both temporarily satisfied. Neither of us was a stranger to the fact that the tension and sexual frustration was building the longer he was away. I needed him, and he needed me, and the last day of filming could not come fast enough.
Just when I thought I would die from frustration, Timmy announced in an excited call that he would be him in two days. Bubbling with anticipation, I prepared for his arrival. I re-stocked the fridge with all his favorites, changed the sheets on the bed so he could crawl into fresh ones, and even bought a new set of lingerie that I knew he would love.
I took off of work the day he was set to arrive, knowing I wouldn’t be able to focus. Instead I set my focus on preparing for tonight. Timmy’s plane would arrive relatively late, and I knew he would be hungry, so I made his favorite dinner. I also took a shower, shaved, and put on the lingerie under now of his oversized t-shirts so that I was prepared for desert. It was a tradition to spend our first night back together relieving all of our built up tension, no matter how late he got in.
Finally, I got the text that he had landed and was in a car on his way home. Squealing, I set out dinner on our small table and went to the entry hall to wait. I knew that it would take a while for him to arrive, but I was to excited to do anything else. I had missed my sweet boy more than I ever could have imagined, and I was so happy to finally get to be in his arms again.
Lost in my thoughts about his soft smile and fluffy brown hair, I almost missed the sound of the key turning in the lock. Still, there was no way I could miss the door swinging open to reveal my handsome boyfriend, a large yet tired smile on his face.
“Timmy!” I squealed, rushing into his arms and almost knocking him over in the processes.
He laughed and dropped the bags in his hands so he could wrap his arms around me, “Hi, mon amour.”
Eagerly I pulled back from the hug only to connect my lips with his in a frantic kiss. Pushing up on my toes, I tangled my fingers in the base of his now grown out curls and tugged lightly. He growled, returning my kiss briefly before pulling away with a quick peck.
“I’ve missed you, baby,” he sighed as he smoothed his thumbs over my cheeks and looked at me, “I almost forgot how beautiful you are.”
Rolling my eyes, I nipped playfully at his thumb before stepping away entirely, “I made you dinner.”
“I can smell that,” he smiled, hand trailing down my arm to my own so as to not loose contact. After so long away he didn’t want to let me go for a second, and I was perfectly fine with that.
I bent down to pick up his bags as I said, “Why don’t you get started, and I’ll take these to our room?”
“Merci, mon cher. Hurry back, though. I miss you.”
Smiling, I nodded. I quickly took his bags to our room and deposited them in our closet before glancing in the mirror. Briefly, I fluffed my hair and smiled, then made my way back to where Timothee was tucking into dinner.
“How was your flight, handsome?” I asked as I sat beside him and tangled my fingers with those of his free hand.
Taking a moment to chew and swallow his bite, he shrugged, “Long and boring. This is really good.”
“You should know by now that I can cook when I want to,” I teased playfully.
He rolled his eyes with a smile, “But you prefer when I do it.”
I shrugged, “Not my fault those French grandparents of yours taught you so well.”
With a laugh and a shake of his head, he reached for the glass of wine by his plate. I watched mesmerized as his long fingers wrapped atone the simple glass and brought it to his lips. His soft lips curled around the rim, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed a large gulp. Then he returned the glass to its place by his plate, and my eyes lingered on his hand.
He had such nice hands. Long fingers, wide palm, perfect for curling inside me or pinning my hands above my head when I was naughty. Instantly my body heated uo, reminding me just how long I had gone without those hands on me.
Timmy must have noticed my gaze because he sighed. Blushing at having been caught, I looked up at him to find an apologetic look on his face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked with a slight frown.
He sighed again and turned slightly to rest his arm on my shoulder and play with the ends of my hair, “I’ve had a really long day, mon amour, and I have to be up really early for a photoshoot tomorrow.”
“So?”
“Baby,” he said softly, abandoning my hair and cupping my cheek, “I can’t tonight.”
“Oh,” I said dejectedly.
“I’m sorry, amour. I know how much we’ve both been looking forward to this, but I need to get some sleep.”
Plastering a small smile on my face, I shook my head, “It’s alright Timmy. I understand, and I can wait.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, leaning down slightly to catch my eye.
“Of course.”
He smiled and pulled me into a big, “Je t’aims, douce fille. Merci.”
“I love you too, Timmy. So much”
And that was how we broke tradition for the first time. Timothee finished his dinner then took a shower while I cleared the table. When I was done, I got ready for bed, making sure that he didn’t see my disappointment. I knew that his job was important, and I didn’t want to make him feel bad. I hadn’t lied. I did understand, and it was fine. I was perfectly capable of waiting. I just didn’t realize how long I’d have to wait.
A/N: There are a second and third part to this, so make sure to hit the link above to read them! And if you’d like to read more of my work, make sure to check out my masterlist, also linked above.
#timothee chalamet x reader#timothe chalamet x y/n#timothee chalamet x yn#timothee x reader#timothee x y/n#timmy chalamet#timmy chalamet x reader#timmy x reader#timothee chalamet#x reader#x y/n#x yn#reader insert#fanfiction#fanfic#multipart#part 1#boyfriend!timmy#boyfriend!timothee chalamet#girlfriend!reader#girlfriend!y/n#girlfriend reader#boyfriend timothee chalamet#long term relationship#timothee chalamet fanfiction#timothee chalamet fanfic#waiting#worth the wait#worth it
171 notes
·
View notes
Text
Rating All The Main Little Women Adaptations
Little Women (1933)-
This is probably my least favorite adaptation, not because it’s strictly bad, but mostly because it’s so old. You can definitely tell that this was made for an audience in the 1930s. Katharine Hepburn plays a very stereotypical, tomboyish Jo, and her performance is good, but in general I’ve only seen this movie one time and don’t have any desire to repeat the experience. However, if you like old films, if you like Katharine Hepburn, or if this movie is simply nostalgic for you, I can see how this would be something you might pop on every now and again. 5.5/10
Little Women (1949)-
So... I have a lot of mixed feelings on this adaptation. This is the adaptation of Little Women that I grew up watching, so I’ve seen it many times, and it has a huge nostalgia factor for me. I really love June Allyson’s Jo. Again, you can tell that this movie was made for an audience in the 1940s, but I connected a lot more with Jo’s character development in this as opposed to 1933. Peter Lawford was okay as Laurie, but I can’t get over the fact that he looks 35 and he’s supposed to be 16. Jo and Laurie do have lovely chemistry in this movie however, and I love the scene when they meet. I quite enjoy Janet Leigh’s Meg, although her character is rather poorly developed. Elizabeth Taylor’s Amy... is... not my favorite. I don’t hate it, but she always felt very artificial to me. Lastly, the decision to make Beth drastically younger than the other sisters was not good in my opinion. She just felt like a little fragile baby bird the whole movie, like they were setting her up to die, rather than being one of the sisters. All in all though, this movie is good if you want to watch a nice feel-good film. It has nostalgia factor for me and it’s definitely a fun movie if you can look past the humanity of the story and get lost in the music and joy. 6/10
Little Women (1994)-
Where to even begin... There are so many things I love about this movie, and so many things I dislike. Firstly: likes. I love Winona Ryder’s Jo. It’s the first time we’ve seen an on-screen Jo portrayed as a human and not just as a tomboy. She is clearly the hot-headed, independent intellectual that we all know, and yet she does have a kindness about her. Claire Danes is easily my favorite Beth in any adaptation. The emotion she shows when given the piano, when she is handed the sick baby at the Hummels, and when she is dying and Jo is at her side... completely unmatched. Her delivery of the line “I shall be homesick for you, even in heaven” always makes me sob. I also love Susan Sarandon’s Marmee, although at times it feels like her character is trying to be a bit of a political statement. Christian Bale as Laurie was also a good decision for the most part. I like that they made Amy an actual child in this film, so that her spoiled brat actions actually make sense, plus Kirsten Dunst is fabulous. I don’t have much positive or negative to say about Meg. I also like the subtle details about the time period, like the insinuation that the March’s were transcendentalists, because it shows that we’re really in the 1860s. All in all, the setting, aesthetic, and soundtrack to the film are very good, and it’s nice to finally see an adaptation that is filmed outside of a set. Now, dislikes. All of the relationships in this film and their portrayals, except for Jo and Prof Bhaer, are... not great. Firstly, Laurie’s proposal to Jo is so weird and creepy and not at all what I imagined reading the book. Sure, the first two proposal scenes from 1933 and 1949 were very overdramatized and obviously acted, but the first thing Laurie does to reveal his feelings to Jo in this film is to kiss her, after she repeatedly says no. Then after this, we get an extremely out-of-breath Christian Bale (rather poorly) delivering lines to an exasperated Jo. The way they film this entire movie also paints Jo to be in love with Laurie, and so when Jo refuses, it feels like she’s just making excuses. I do not like it. The other creepy thing is (again) an obviously adult Laurie bringing an obviously child Amy to Aunt March when Beth is sick. During this carraige ride, Amy remarks that she doesn’t want to die without having been kissed, and Laurie promises her that he will kiss her before she dies. I know this is meant to be “cute” and if Laurie had looked 17 and Amy had looked 14 I probably would have agreed, but Christian Bale looks 25 and Kirsten Dunst looks 12. That entire scene was weirdly sexual and made me very uncomfortable. In addition, John Brooke and Meg full on making out in the front lawn during the family Christmas dinner. I just... did not find any of this charming and wish that these scenes hadn’t been sexualized like they were. Am I crazy for thinking they are? Anyways, besides this, I enjoy this film, it’s a good movie to watch over Christmas or in the spring when it’s raining. I love Winona Ryder with all my heart and soul and this movie will always have a special place in my heart. 7.5/10
Little Women (2019)-
Finally, we arrive at the newest, and in my opinion, best adaptation. Firstly, the cast for this film is amazing, with Saoirse Ronan as Jo, Emma Watson as Meg, Florence Pugh as Amy, Eliza Scanlen as Beth, Timothee Chalamet as Laurie, and Laura Dern as Marmee. This was made with a non-linear narrative, meaning the story isn’t told in order but instead in corresponding scenes that are years apart. At first, the format confused me, as I did not expect it, but on a second viewing, I appreciated how genius and subtle the parallels from scene to scene are, and how they really enhance the movie as a whole. This movie also brings in the most scenes from the book, showing Meg in her marriage to John Brooke, Amy’s buildup to her marriage to Laurie in Europe, and Mr. Laurence and Beth’s fatherly friendship. I feel that, in general, the way the characters were written was very accurate to the book, even if some scenes and plots were slightly changed for time and continuity. Again, Jo has the duality of hot-headed, wild, independence and kind-heartedness seen in the 1994 movie, but I really appreciate the way Jo was written in this movie. I never feel like she sees Laurie as anything more than a brother, and I feel like her transition from an idealistic teenager to an adult dealing with the loss of her sister is way more human and natural. Her relationship with Marmee is much better developed in this movie, which leads to scenes of Jo confiding in her mother, and these felt very realistic and reminded me of my relationship with my mom. Emma Watson is my favorite Meg, and this is probably because Meg’s character is so much better developed. Her shame when telling John Brooke about the dress fabric is palpable, and her discontentedness with being poor is very obvious. In other films, Meg has been pragmatic and has borne her troubles easily, but here we find her struggling, and it makes her more human. I also love how she realizes that she is truly happy with her husband, not money, and I really love how they wrote Meg in general. Beth’s character arc was great, although not as good as Claire Danes’s Beth, in my opinion. I love how they build Mr. Laurence and Beth’s relationship, and I love how you can tell that Beth is just as strong-willed as her sisters, she is just more quiet about it. She has a strong conviction to do what is right, like going to the Hummels, and the scene of her and Jo by the sea was one of my favorites in the film (and in the book!).
Moving on to Amy. I am SO happy that we finally have an Amy that everyone loves. I had always felt frustrated because previous adaptations have focused so much on the earlier parts of the book that viewers only ever saw Amy as a childish little brat who burned Jo’s book, not as a girl who grows up to become an elegant, strong, and graceful woman. Although Florence Pugh is clearly a 24 year old woman, I did not feel a disconnect when she was trying to play a 12 year old Amy. She was so hilarious and endearing, especially as her little crush on Laurie is so obvious. And the typical sister fight between her and Jo is so accurate to real sibling fights (my favorite line being “Don’t look at me like that!” to Beth). You dislike her for burning Jo’s book, but you also want to accept her apology. And her calm, yet firm attitude towards Laurie when they’re adults is beautifully done, especially as she’s so obviously in love with him. In short, Amy finally got what she deserved. Lastly, Laurie. Timothee Chalamet is my favorite Laurie, hands down. First, he looks the part, because he seems to be 19 instead of 35, and also, he acts like a typical teenage boy. When he confesses his love to Jo, you can tell that he truly cares for her and is experiencing his first heartbreak. It isn’t full of lust, rather it’s full of genuine emotion and raised voices and talking over one another, and this was truly needed after so many weirdly overdramatized proposals. You can also see that his love for Amy is real, and that she’s not just a replacement for Jo. Finally, he grows into a man, who has a wife and a child seen at the end of the film, something that I feel has not happened in previous films. In general, I felt like this adaptation did a PHENOMENAL job of portraying human relationships. The way the sisters talk over one another and tussle around the floor and hug one another and are just in relationship with one another is so natural and realistic. Marmee’s relationships with her kids. The romantic relationships are healthy and loving and yes, have chemistry, but aren’t sexualized or over the top. This movie is a new classic, and I plan to watch it many more times. I highly recommend this if you haven’t seen it yet. 9/10
So anyway, if you read this far, wow. I hope you enjoyed my opinions and found them useful. Have a good day.
#little women#little women 2019#little women 1994#little women 1949#little women 1933#katharine hepburn#june allyson#peter lawford#elizabeth taylor#winona ryder#christian bale#claire danes#kirsten dunst#susan sarandon#saoirse ronan#timothee chalamet#emma watson#florence pugh#eliza scanlen#laura dern#jo march#meg march#amy march#beth march#jo x laurie#amy x laurie#louisa may alcott#timothee and saoirse#greta gerwig
100 notes
·
View notes
Photo
HENRY V is one of my favorite English medieval monarchs and he has been played by handsome actors like Tom Hiddleston, Kenneth Branagh, Laurence Olivier and now TImothee Chalamet, but was he really as compassionate, scholarly, and fair as he’s depicted in those films?
One of the things I always say is that if you are going to go all mushy or admire one historical character from this period, then you must also take the bad with the good. You can't have it one way. You can't idolize 'x' character and look past his flaws, pretending that they were never there. It doesn't work that way.
Henry V is one of those complex figures that will always generate controversy. And the version we have of him comes from Shakespeare. These actors played him according to how the bard wrote him. At the time, England was in danger of political isolation, and it was a situation where it was 'us against the world' the world being the Catholic nations. Therefore, they needed a national hero to extol patriotism and who better than Henry V? He was not just THE hero who stood against a larger army and beat the odds, he was the King who took France! That's no small feat. No other King had ever done that. The way in which he did however, is not so heroic so Shakespeare tweaked some parts, took out some important female roles (like Isabeau of Bavaria who was part of the negotiations to surrender) and replaced them with a sound French king and a vengeful Dauphin, and of course to make the story even better, a romance between the fair princess Catherine of Valois and Henry V. Their marriage ended the war and their heir would unite the two kingdoms together.
Things didn't happen that way, the war continued even after Henry V died. His son and heir was barely two years old when he was crowned King of England, and still a child when he became King of France. His two surviving uncles fought like dogs with their uncle Cardinal Beaufort (as Bedford's -Henry V's oldest uncle- ally) to control the little boy, and keep his French possessions intact. Things did not go as planned, Bedford died, his successors were not very good and then Henry VI moved against his remaining uncle by imprisoning his wife.
While Shakespeare's sequels Henry VI (parts 1, 2, & 3) and Richard III blame Henry's kid for losing everything, we can't make that assumption ourselves since -as great as his plays are- they are not real. They are historical fiction and they reflect the need of Shakespeare's time to believe in national heroes, when England was at war with all these countries, and to believe they could be great again. And also, supposing that Henry V would have lived, it is hard to say that history would not be repeated. Remember: Everyone remembers a rock star when they die young, but we rarely remember those who get old and can't hold on to what they won. Henry conquered France, he married the mad King's daughter, got a son; but it is likely that he would not have been able to keep it. Perhaps, under his leadership England would have retained some French territory, but even this is hard to say. Conquering is one thing, ruling is another.
To end this, I recommend Henry V by John Matusiak, Henry V by Ian Mortimer (though he is rather harsh on him, but he makes good points), Wars of the Roses: The Fall of the Plantagenets and the Rise of the Tudors by Dan Jones, and Foundation: A History of England from its Early Beginning to the Tudors by Dan Ackroyd. They give you the real Henry V, with all his flaws (including the brutal way in which he dealt with his enemies and towns and villages that opposed him), religious views (like so many, he also burned heretics. One of them was his friend who is believed was the inspiration behind the fictional buffoon character of 'Falstaff' in the Shakesperian plays of Henry IV part 1 and part 2) and attributes (being a great military leader, a scholar, and treating his soldiers well).
Lastly, I also recommend this article by History Extra: https://www.historyextra.com/period/medieval/things-you-didnt-know-facts-henry-v-battle-agincourt-shakespeare-hundred-years-war-france/
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
Little Women
(Greta Gerwig, 2019)
In her follow up to her directorial debut Lady Bird, Greta Gerwig sort of outpaces other movie makers helming their sophomore successors in 2019 to recent debuts like Ari Aster and Jordan Peele by going bigger and bolder with her second movie, but in her case seeming to be the match of the material she wields.
Bringing back to screen Louisa May Alcott’s oft-adapted, 150 year old novel may not seem like all that big or bold a step, but that is why you cannot simply dismiss this as one more tired retread of material any avid movie watcher will probably have sat through more than a time or two before, for in Gerwig’s hands it becomes something more.
On a meta level the obvious parallels between Alcott and her heroine Jo are in Gerwig’s vision amplified so that this movie becomes as much a film about this book as it is a film based upon this book, even beyond that you can’t help but feel that the story of Jo March as told by Greta Gerwig has something personal about it, as Lady Bird was a clearly autobiographical piece of work, Little Women feels like the work of a filmmaker who has read and seen something of herself in the pages, and put it up on screen as some sort of self portrait. She emphasizes the feminist side of the whole thing too in ways reflective of that age, this age, and perhaps most amusingly of all, of the sadly probably too little evolved views of those in the arts that control what the world sees.
In Saoirse Ronan, star of her first movie, she once again has the perfect representative for her second, so physical, so alive, so much of the same sort of energy of Lady Bird still present, but given the span of time across which Little Women plays out you feel the maturation across the timeline of the film, you feel the experience, the almost world weariness set in.
Speaking of said timeline, the fractured approach that Gerwig takes in structuring her movie is probably her greatest masterstroke. It works on so many fronts, it lends this two hour movie the powerful hammer blow force of nostalgia by flitting back and forth between the happier past, and the moodier present (credit for the success of this approach must go to photographer Yorick Le Saux too for so vividly capturing the two time periods so visually distinctly that you don’t need signposting to tell when and where you are) the structure emphasizes the time passed, not an easy trick to pull off in a movie, but it’s key to Little Women working, and Gerwig finds the way to make it do so. The structure also helps the movie for more commercial reasons too, it breaks up the comparative harshness of the adult sections of the movie with the returns to more innocent times so that the movie is not a slow descent into misery, but more a work of wistful memories. It makes it a far more palatable experience, but is all executed so effectively that it maintains maximum power.
Of course the performers have to help in making Gerwig’s structural trick work, Ronan definitely does, perhaps even more impressive is Florence Pugh, cast as Amy, the youngest of the 4 sisters, a character in Gillian Armstrong’s 1994 adaptation played by two different actresses to make the task easier, the clearly defined difference between her childlike brashness in the early scenes, and the grounded maturity of the Pugh anyone who has been paying attention will have come to appreciate by now is clear as day without feeling phony or over the top.
As the other sisters, Emma Watson and Eliza Scanlen can’t really compete on an individual level, they don’t have the scenes to do so (though Watson’s scenes across the movie with James Norton develop their relationship wonderfully given the relatively little time they’re allowed, ditto Scanlen and the wonderful Chris Cooper) but the magic they do get to create is in the ensemble scenes of the 4 sisters fighting, bonding, sitting and listening to the narrating of a letter, or performing within their own personal theatrical troupe, the 4 of them are incredible to watch together, a testament to screen chemistry.
Timothee Chalamet gets in on that act too. He gives this wonderfully gangly, rangy performance, beautifully physical in a way the silent actors would be proud of, but it’s in his delivery of so many small single lines that he brings so vividly to life that really put him over the top. He works wonderfully with the quartet of titular women, Ronan and Pugh in particular, these characters bonds never doubted for a second. Laura Dern probably proves far better here under Gerwig’s direction than she did under Mr Gerwig Noah Baumbach’s this same year in Marriage Story. Where that performance was big and loud and broad, this one is the total opposite, lived in and understated, her first scene meeting Chalamet’s Laurie, her one sitting by the bed discussing her temperament with Ronan, or the beautifully little comedic one towards the end discussing immigrants with Bob Odenkirk (like Cooper, bringing wonderful warmth in his smattering of scenes). Hell, Meryl’s Streep’s good too, emphasizing the comedic side of the movie, her broad but never inappropriately over the top performance fits the tone of the movie to a tee. When you can get that titan under control you know you’re doing something right.
Indeed, Gerwig’s movie just operates so wonderfully on all levels. The visual, the literary, the subtextual, the theatrical, she’s in total control of all aspects of her vision, creating a movie as cosy and warm as you could want, particularly for a movie released at Christmas (further credit for helping craft this gorgeous world to Jacqueline Durran’s lived in costumes), but it works on deeper levels, it stabs you right in the heart with its quiet power, higher brow and lower in equal measure, a work of whispers conveying so much.
#little women#greta gerwig#jacqueline durran#yorick le saux#louisa may alcott#saoirse ronan#florence pugh#timothee chalamet#emma watson#eliza scanlen#chris cooper#bob odenkirk#laura dern#meryl streep#james norton#2019#reviews#film#films#movie#movies#adaptation#adapted#period
112 notes
·
View notes
Text
Things I Thought That Were Not COVID (August - January)
~ Cheryl's eyes, Megan's feet, Megan's hands, Mom's back, Natalie's heart, Fud.
~ How in Foxes:
"What are you thinking about?"
"Annie."
"What about Annie?"
"Just about Annie."
~ All the reasons Donnie is the superior Wahlberg.
~ Donna Summer.
~ Getting Chase a Special Plate for Christmas!
~ 6955
~ Getting Mom a mini bundt pan for Christmas
~ "That's not the truth, Ellen"
~ Billy Corgan truly hand wrote Marilyn Manson a letter literally begging him to break up with Rose McGowan and he did!
~ The lyrics to "hoax"
~ don't respond, don't look, don't touch, move west, move into a long blackness
~ as my relationship with Her shrinks my relationship with my sister grows deeper, richer.
~ when I get what I want I never want it again
~ I'm going to dye my hair a deeply unflattering blonde the way I always wanted to as a teenager. I want to look like Nancy Spungen, Debbie Harry. I finally know how to put makeup on, I know what to do, I know how to look like who I want to be.
~ the air that came in through my kitchen window smelled like a perfect season, and the trees beyond the air were a mosaic of yellow, orange, no red. It reminded me of catholic school, of spring, of losing all sense of time.
~ Looking at trees in sunlight, or the lake in the evening with nobody around always scares me in an exciting and happy way, because it reminds me there are places wholly untouched by humans. That exist unobserved by almost any living thing. I think I don't like seeing them because I too am often unobserved. It's like looking in a mirror.
~ the tree outside my window, dripping with leaves a deep deep golden yellow, rustling, shimmering against the schooldays blue of the sky in the pink-gold afternoon fade. It's a gift for me from someone, somewhere, that I get to see it every day in the place that makes me happiest. It's a gift.
~ when I have trouble falling asleep in a bed all by myself I do the thing that scares most people, and let one hand hang over the edge and dangle alone in the dark. Then I imagine a dark, sometimes human sometimes not, hand made of velvety shadows and blood come out from under the bed and hold my own. This is a fun activity, and it helps me get to sleep faster.
~allie mack of sex cult fame plays the girl in the bathroom cutting herself during that episode of 7th Heaven I Think About A Lot
~ I often get asked questions that I then don't get an opportunity to answer
~ when I find out someone is lying to me I want to dig my fingers into their face and pull very hard.
~ ALL of Dead Poets Society but esp that scene where Neil's dad finds him dead and he's just yelling "NEIL?? N E I L!". Such an inexplicable and unintentionally hilarious choice.
~How James from James vs. Cinema just refers to Timothee Chalamet as "sasuke"
~ I thought about myself of the not too distant past: little baby hairs, pale morphing body, hole running straight through the pelvis. I think if she saw me now we might fight, but when I turned to leave she'd say "take me with you". I hope this self will feel that way for the future, too.
~ "Don't get my seat all wet."
~ the night of the end of the election I spent with my sister. Just the two of us, and my niece and nephew. I gave up hope that we could do things like that together a long time ago. But we did, and we danced to Selena in her living room and did the washing machine and she loaned me booty shorts. I shouldn't try to hold on so hard.
~ when I spell my full name to myself I come alive and can't believe my life is my life and that all people carry with them this horrible sad knowingness about their own nature that blooms when your cheeks are hot and three pains burn and stab and tighten up before exploding outward
~tonight my apartment smells warm and oniony, like a home, the home it was when natalie stayed here and we ate pizza and saw my family and went bar hopping and I took sam into my heart and ate the meal I chose to be My Last Meal (truffle and breaded oysters, roasted carrots, filet mignon, creme brulee, a vodka martini) and then we went back to my apartment and laid in bed and watched most of a film before passing out. She woke up at 4am and crawled into my bed to wake me up and tell me she was leaving and for a while we laid under the same cover and talked before I put my slippers and winter coat on and walked her to her cab. I cry thinking about it now.
~ when I fell in love (in Love love) for the first time I walked home every night and every day listening to Going to California, thinking about how Robert Plant wrote it about An Idea that came from the flesh and blood of a living, breathing Woman. A Woman who lives on the West coast still, but who he doesn't really speak to anymore. Even then hearing the pure reverence and wonder in that song, and knowing it was no less transitory, hurt my heart deep deep in its candy-depth. I heard it tonight again, and smiled wide.
~ I feel big, thick velvet curtains being drawn over my mind. "Now we will have a period of stillness” echoes in the theatre of my head. "Now we movie into a long blackness." I go as still as a lake in winter, like glass. Blank as a white sky.
~ what makes something a "capade" and what makes something a "palooza"?
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
So, I finally saw the new Little Women on the weekend, and I have to say, I was ... really underwhelmed, especially given the extreme over-hype which has surrounded this film for months.
Little Women is my favourite novel of all time and, yes, I am an avid fan of the 1994 movie. The book always fills me with warmth and emotion and I love the March girls so much, each of them in their own way. I went into this film with muted expectations, so I wasn’t disappointed per se but it definitely left me wanting more.
Let me start with the positives; the film definitely has a certain charm to it. I appreciated that they tried to include a lot of dialogue from the novel. The cinematography was very pretty in places. And I genuinely loved the actresses who portrayed the March sisters. Saoirse Ronan’s Jo was vivacious and fun and she imbued the character with Jo’s clumsiness, lack of propriety (a little too much sometimes, which I will talk about later) and overall likability. I don’t know why everyone’s complaining about Emma Watson, as I found her Meg to be lovely. I thought she perfectly captured Meg’s softness and her gentle stoicism, although I could have done with a little more fire to her character, people tend to forget that Meg has a bit of a feisty side. Florence Pugh was great as older Amy, and bless her, she tried her hardest as young Amy, but I still maintain that Younger Amy needs to be played by a younger actress, otherwise she comes across as far too bitchy, as opposed to just bratty. Eliza Scanlan was fine as Beth, but I wish they’d given her more to do (more on this later).
As for the rest of the casting ... I was a bit underwhelmed. I was excited for Laura Dern as Marmee, but she disappointed me, which probably has more to do with the writing of the character. She felt far too modern and very under-developed. Timothee Chalamet (sp?) as Laurie was a total miscast, he was far too melancholy and kind of creepy? Laurie is supposed to be a cheeky and vivacious character, with the occasional fits of melancholy, not the other way around. Meryl Streep was wasted as Aunt March, but I knew she would be, given what a minor character Aunt March actually is in the book. None of the other actors made much of an impression on me, tbh.
Unfortunately, for me, the negatives are greater than the positives and one of the biggest complaints I have about this film is that it really seemed to lack soul and heart. Little Women is a novel which makes me cry every time I read it and I didn’t shed a single tear during this film. Scenes which I love from the novel left me cold during the film.
I appreciated that the film tried to include events from the novel which often aren’t portrayed onscreen, such as Meg buying the expensive silk knowing she couldn’t afford it, Beth and Mr Lawrence’s friendship, Amy telling Laurie off for his indolent ways and Marmee’s speech to Jo about how she is angry every day. But a combination of rushed dialogue, the weird back-and-forth jumps between past and present and a script which didn’t slow down to appreciate the emotions of the scenes meant that many of these scenes felt empty, as if everyone was simply going through the motions. The film is accurate to the book and captures many of the events, but it misses so many emotional beats. I want any adaptation of Little Women to fill me with warmth and emotion and this film just ... didn’t. A particularly egregious example is the fact that this movie didn’t film Beth’s death scene, opting instead to have Jo wake up to an empty bed, in a scene which is obviously supposed to mirror the previous scene and drive home how Jo “couldn’t save” Beth this time around, but all it does is undermine the emotion of Beth passing and the grief her family - particularly Jo - feel over watching her pass away.
And while we’re on the subject of Beth, can we talk about what a non-character she was? I know that Beth is the least developed of the sisters in the novel, and as such, adaptations sometimes tend to overlook her, but she was barely a character in this film. Even her illness - arguably the biggest component of her characterisation and arc - was overlooked and under-played. I didn’t feel any fear or trepidation for her when she first fell ill, and her entire sickness was so rushed and downplayed. Eliza Scanlan is an incredibly talented actress (just watch Sharp Objects for proof of this) and yet they gave her so little to do.
Laurie too became almost a non-character, and I feel that this was a result of the constant time jumps. There was no room for him to develop or grow and many of his Big Moments were omitted from the film (such as him sending for Mrs March when Beth is ill, the way he swears to keep their secrets and provides the PO Box for them, going to London to make himself worthy of Amy). Also that disgusting scene from the New Year’s Eve ball when he turns up half-dressed, drunk and with two women hanging off his arms; no where in the novel would Theodore Lawrence ever behave like that, and the fact that this scene was our second introduction to the character soured his entire characterisation. Laurie was such a pale shade of what he is in the novels, and because of this, his relationships with all the sisters is severely undermined and downplayed. You certainly won’t ship Jo/Laurie from this movie, but nor will you feel much semblance of friendship between the two, despite the fact that they’re such kindred spirits in the novel. He shares more scenes with Amy, but they’re devoid of feeling or emotion (and chemistry) and so his eventual marriage to her falls flat.
I think one of the reasons for Laurie’s lack of characterisation is the weird time jumps. I know that a lot of critics are praising this technique, but I hated it. For one, it was often confusing as to whether we were in the past or the present, given how quickly the scenes jumped between the two. Secondly, this style of storytelling severely undermined characterisation and character development, and it juxtaposed scenes in a very weird fashion, negating the original point of the scenes and the lessons the girls were supposed to learn from them. For example, Meg’s misbehaviour at the Moffats being directly juxtaposed with the scene in which she confesses to John that she bought the expensive silk makes Meg look like she hasn’t grown or changed in five years. We missed the beautiful scene where she confesses her “sins” to Marmee and the growth which came from that experience, and instead jumped straight into what looked like an unhappy marriage (and why in god’s name were we introduced to Meg and John’s marriage before they had even spoken to each other in the past? Once again, the development of this relationship was undermined by the fact that we saw their courtship in reverse - we didn’t get the impact of Meg promising to love John despite his poverty only to betray him by buying the expensive silk). And this is just one of many examples of this technique robbing us of the emotion of the scenes.
The film felt so rushed at times and because of this, it has a very modern feel to it which I really didn’t like. If you want to “modernize” the story, fine, but do so by placing it in a modern setting. Having a period setting while using modern dialogue and a modern sense of propriety didn’t work. A scene of Jo hiking her skirts up to her knees with her bloomers on display while in public was awful, as was the scene where she unabashedly started to strip down while Laurie was in the room, and both scenes just undermined the period setting and were extremely jarring. Again, because the film was so rushed and the dialogue so quick and rapid-fire, we lost the emotional impact of many scenes. Period pieces need to be slow, you need time to savour the dialogue and actions, to feel the emotions and take time to appreciate the depth of the events and relationships.
And speaking of relationships, I cannot get over how much this filmed missed the mark when it came to the sisters’ relationships. Such a huge part of the appeal of Little Women is the bonds between the sisters and this film just blew right past them! I didn’t feel any deep connection between the sisters, and this was particularly noticeable with Jo and Beth, who share such a deep bond in the book. I think part of this problem stemmed from the fact that it took five scenes for the sisters to actually share a scene together; our introduction to the girls happens in four separate scenes, with each of the girls by themselves, in their own setting. Compare (because I have to) with the 1994 movie, in which the first four scenes of the film focus on the girls together, only separating once Meg and Jo attend the Gardiners Christmas party. The sisters’ relationship is such a huge component of the novel, but this film spends little time or focus building it and it is definitely a big reason as to why the film feels so empty.
There is so much more I want to say (for example, the horrendous way in which the film somehow made Jo look like she’d regretted turning down Laurie and held onto said regret for five years and how they juxtaposed her sending him the letter saying she would marry him, which WTF, never happened in the novel, with Laurie returning, having married Amy, like, way to pit the two sisters directly against one another, which even the 1994 adaptation had sense enough not to do) but this post has already turned into a freakin’ essay and most of my grievances have been aired.
To end this (very long) rant on a positive note, I want to reiterate that this film was charming in many ways, and while I do have many complaints, it was still a decent adaptation of my favourite novel, which wasn’t so far removed from the source material that I couldn’t enjoy it. It will never match the emotional depth and warmth of the 1994 movie, but I can see myself coming around to it in the future and liking it for what it is. I just wish more care and effort had been put into it and it had concentrated more on the emotion of the novel rather than the events.
53 notes
·
View notes
Text
Comfort Films Challenge
Thank you to the wonderful @omnishambolichologram for tagging me as always in these fun activites :3 ^^ Also - sorry it’s taken me weeks to FINALLY post this!
Film are definitely my number one enjoyment in life along with watching television series (aside from the obvious of spending time with family and friends) and there are quite a few comfort films for me, so it’s going to be difficult to narrow down to only seven! I might have to be cheeky and add in a couple of special mentions hehe
And FYI some of these films might not be necessarily comforting, but they are in that they’re easy to watch so many times because I love them that much. This list probably won’t have all of my absolute favourites, but we shall see what my brain comes up with this time because it sometimes changes.
(I won’t be able to rate one more than the other as they’ll all be different kinds of films so I wouldn’t be able to necessarily say one is better than the other)
I’ve chosen these films based on not only how rewatchable they are, but also on their sheer brilliance as a whole in terms of cinematography, dialogue, cleverness and the acting... (and probably on how long I’ve known them and grown to love them everytime I watch them)
Note: I don’t own some of the gifs included in this post. Credit would go to them if I knew who they were but I’m making sure that I don’t take credit for the ones which aren’t mine.
Good Will Hunting (1997)
This film is quirky, intelligent, funny and teaches you a lot about the choices you make in life. I think what I love about this film is how simple the ending is. “I gotta see about a girl...” - sums up how love can end up being the most important thing to grab hold of when you realise you have it and never had it before. I personally believe that this is probably Matt Damon’s best performance out of all his acting roles even to this day. Ben Affleck and Robin Williams were pretty damn great in it too.
Midnight Run (1988)
(This gif is mine).
This film has it all. A damn well cleverly written script with uncanny and hilarious dialogue, brilliant dynamic between the two main characters, fabulous music score, wonderful sets of shots (the cinematography of the beginning scene is great) and basically a simple story that is not only entertaining and easy to follow, but is acted out fabulously by everyone. The whole wild goose chase for these two men played by Robert De Niro and Charles Grodin across the country is just ridiculous, but ridiculously funny. I have to say that it’s definitely one of my top favourites of all time. If you want a laugh, I would recommend this one!
Special mention (another Martin Brest film): Beverly Hills Cop is on point also.
The Breakfast Club (1985)
It was tough for me to just decide on one John Hughes film as he’s one of my favourite directors of all time, but I chose Breakfast Club because it’s the ultimate classic coming-of-age story, and it’s all set in just one location. It’s clever in that there doesn’t have to be lots of action to make it good, all it does is introduce a bunch of teenage stereotypes and take away the shields that they have put on and learn to no longer be prejudice of one another. Eighties is also my favourite era of films and this is just a perfect mixture of comedy and drama. The acting is great and I give applause to especially Judd Nelson and Anthony Michael-Hall for their delivery and their facial expressions.
Special mentions of other John Hughes films he has written/directed that I ADORE: Pretty in Pink (Andrew McCarthy and James Spader yum), Sixteen Candles (hilarious), Uncle Buck (the best family film ever), Planes, Trains and Automobiles and Some Kind of Wonderful <3
Heathers (1988)
Christian Slater and Winona Ryder are the best duo in this film and it is another eighties classic. I related to both these characters and I can never get enough of this film. I have probably seen it twenty times or more and still not fed up with watching it. The dark comedy and the gritty and foul dialogue are iconic in this flick, and I take my hat off to the brilliant Heathers (Kim Walker - may she RIP, Shannen Doherty, Lisanne Falk) for playing such clever and awful characters. I was obsessed at one point with Slater because of his role as J.D and honestly his death at the end of the film is a powerful as fuck ending. The cinematography of the ending makes the film for sure, the angle, the chosen shots I just Ugh. Fabulous.
The Help (2011)
This film. I don’t know it’s just brilliantly done and the acting is perfection. Emma Stone, Viola Davis, Octavia Spencer, Jessica Chastain and Dallas Bryce-Howard are fantastic in their roles and this film explores such a crucial time period that I think is illustrated well. These women while fictional, feel so real and the struggle of black maids (black people in general really but this is specific to the women) is real. I cannot help but cry everytime at the ending, and the way that Aibilene stands up for herself, I never get tired of. It is easy to watch as it’s not painful like 12 Years A Slave, but it still epitomises the segregation that was so prominent in the sixties in southern US very well. I find comfort in how delightful the characters are and still manages to be funny despite the story being focused on such a sensitive subject.
The Shawshank Redemption (1994)
Shawshank, well we all know this film. It has been parodied and quoted so many bloody times, but yet I am cliche in love with it and I cannot fault a single thing about it. Tim Robbins is an underrated as fuck actor and he should be appreciated so much more for his stellar performance as Andy Dufrense. He is the epitome of the straight and narrow man who, really, is not a bad guy at all. In fact, he’s always tried to be the opposite. You symphathise with him throughout and you really feel his struggle, but also his perfect ability to be so human. He makes Red realise he is not as bad as he made himself believe and of course we know how good Morgan Freeman is. Again, this film like Heathers I could watch a million times and never get bored with it. Whether it’s on TV or I find it available online, I always will make time to watch it.
Call Me By Your Name (2017)
I have only recently come across this film about 8 months ago and it’s the kind of film which I can’t help but wonder where it’s been my whole life. I have already watched it probably like 10 times since I found it and I am so happy I did. However, it has led me to form an unhealthy obsession with Timothee Chalamet where he has come up in conversation in real life and I figured the only things I was still an avid fan of was of Supernatural and Red Dwarf, but no this film is just pure delightful dynamite. The cinematography is so elegant and perfect (especially during the dream like sequence when Elio is alone or in the gif above when Elio is watching Oliver). The screenplay brilliantly illustrates how wonderfully amazing but also torturous love can be, and well it is set in the eighties. What more can you love? Timmy and Armie have such good chemistry it’s unreal, and they make their characters so believable. Another film I cannot fault and could watch anytime, even though the ending is heartbreaking af.
Bonus: Bridget Jones’s Diary (2001)
Notting Hill (1999)
About TIme (2013)
There are plenty of other comfort films I adore but it probably depends on my mood. I’m definitely a sucker for romantic comedies and these three are on here as bonuses because they’ve also been very comforting to me over the years. What can I say? Richard Curtis writes some brilliant screenplays and directs some of them too.
#comfort films#comfort films challenge#heathers#good will hunting#the shawshank redemption#call me by your name#the breakfast club#the help#midnight run#notting hill#bridget jones's diary#about time#cinema lover
7 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
moltre-s
smart ass
cantkeepupwiththejoneses
We are here, why?
deardairylubdabe
Dear Dairy, it's me Dabe.
liainettrus
Лиич
letsgetrippy
Foreign 🌹