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I’m delusional
Meet my millionaire boyfriend 🥰
“Look at me, it's Timmy T, Boutta hit 'em with a Z-T-E-S-T, Let's do a problem”
Stilgar: Lisan Al-Gaib!!!!!
The more I delve into the universe created by Frank Herbert, the more shocked and surprise I become as things unveil like a knot in a rope. It looks simple, it looks like any child’s play but only if you understand which side to pull first to loosen it all together. I have honestly never been into something this deep like I am for Dune. Both the movies and the books reveal something so poignant that you can’t compare which one is better. The book Chani is nothing but a simple love interest that was created by Paul when he revealed he saw them being married and having kids. It was forced, book Chani had no character revelation instead of being a colonial fremen controlled by a freak created by a Bene Gesserit. But the movie Chani unveils its own narrative of how she chose Paul as a love interest even though he was the son of a Duke. Chani respected Paul as he was doing everything to be a part of the people where men and women are both equal. The equality that Paul chose to become a part of the Fremen made Chani fall for him out of respect and devotion. Everything makes sense but at the same time it doesn’t because as time will pass, upcoming parts of Dune will unveil a new story line and I’m honestly excited to see how they will now portray the characters of women whether it be of princess Irulan, Lady Jessica or Chani herself. The entire movie of Dune: Part 1 revolves around the narration of how Chani is a fedaykin surviving and serving for the people of Arrakis, were as Dune: Part 2 revolves around the importance of the desert spring, that how her tear drop with the water of life gives birth to the true messiah, Lisan Al-Gaib and the death of Paul Usul muad’dib Atreides, the outsider with whom she fell in love with.
I’m pretty sure Vanessa is right now punching air after seeing Austin being gay for Timmy at Dune part 2
Alia Atreides (Then vs Now)
Children of Dune, 2003
Dune: Part two (Maud’Dib), 2024
I have a type. My type is very specific.
The more I delve into the universe created by Frank Herbert, the more shocked and surprise I become as things unveil like a knot in a rope. It looks simple, it looks like any child’s play but only if you understand which side to pull first to loosen it all together. I have honestly never been into something this deep like I am for Dune. Both the movies and the books reveal something so poignant that you can’t compare which one is better. The book Chani is nothing but a simple love interest that was created by Paul when he revealed he saw them being married and having kids. It was forced, book Chani had no character revelation instead of being a colonial fremen controlled by a freak created by a Bene Gesserit. But the movie Chani unveils its own narrative of how she chose Paul as a love interest even though he was the son of a Duke. Chani respected Paul as he was doing everything to be a part of the people where men and women are both equal. The equality that Paul chose to become a part of the Fremen made Chani fall for him out of respect and devotion. Everything makes sense but at the same time it doesn’t because as time will pass, upcoming parts of Dune will unveil a new story line and I’m honestly excited to see how they will now portray the characters of women whether it be of princess Irulan, Lady Jessica or Chani herself. The entire movie of Dune: Part 1 revolves around the narration of how Chani is a fedaykin surviving and serving for the people of Arrakis, were as Dune: Part 2 revolves around the importance of the desert spring, that how her tear drop with the water of life gives birth to the true messiah, Lisan Al-Gaib and the death of Paul Usul muad’dib Atreides, the outsider with whom she fell in love with.
Nothing man, was just randomly scrolling through book my show app and noticed that the PVR’s of Delhi are screening the entire Fantastic Beasts franchise at 4K IMAX, as well as Dune: Part 2 for the same and etc.
Man I wish I was rich.
Damn timothée Chalamet really hits ya in black and white 🥰🥺
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I don’t remember this scene in Dune 😂
Credit by @film.gem via IG
Kinda feeling this again tonight man
Tonight we’re drunk and depressed because Timothée Chalamet doesn’t know we exist
Hair tie
Timothée Chalamet x fem!Reader
I walked through the front door of my apartment to be met with silence and the darkness . The only revealing light was coming from the television that my boyfriend, Timothée, was currently staring at. He looked brained dead as he thoughtlessly clicked through multiple channels before settling for a hockey game.
I could see him fidgeting with the silver band that was on his index finger, looking as if he was going to fall asleep any minute now. I walked into the kitchen, placing my key ring into a glass bowl, before hanging my jacket up on the back of the chair. I rubbed my hands over my face in tiredness, trying to forget about the terrible events that occurred this evening. I jumped back in shock when I heard shuffling noises behind me. I quickly turned my head, letting out a sigh of relief when I saw that it was just Timothée. "How's the hockey game?" I asked, letting out a sigh as I walked over towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Boring," he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
"You were gone for a very long time. I was starting to get worried when you didn't answer my calls or my messages." I nodded before I mindlessly let go of him, walking away from him, the only thing on my mind was going to bed.
He let out a sigh, not liking the fact that he got ignored. I heard him following behind me as I walked into our bedroom, going into the connected bathroom to change out of my clothes.
Once I got changed, I walked over to the sink so I could wash my face. "Y/n, "he whined, hugging me tightly from behind.
I sighed, looking at him through the mirror. "Tim," I sternly said, watching him as he used his fingers to comb through my tangled hair.
He doesn't verbally respond, instead; he takes one of my black hair ties off of his wrists as he began to braid my hair. While I just stood there, my heart melting at the sight of the concentrated look on his face."Where did you get the hair tie from?" I jokingly asked as I crossed my arms.
"You left it on our bed,"
I nodded, leaning back into his chest as I closed my eyes, enjoying this moment. Once he finished, he put the braid over my shoulder, looking down at me with a proud smile on his face. I turned my head, placing a kiss to the bottom of his jaw, as he wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his head into my neck.
"I love you," he whispered into my ear before kissing my cheek.
"I love you too," I whispered back, as I placed my hands into his, causing him to smile.
I turned around so that I could face him, wrapping my arms around his waist, burying my head into his chest, as I he rested his chin against my head. "Can we go to bed now?" I asked, wanting nothing more but to cuddle.
"Sure."
Sleepy
Timothée Chalamet x fem!Reader
I was currently on my way to pick up my boyfriend Timothée from his house, because we both made plans with a few of our high school friends a while back. I was really excited to hangout with them since I haven't seen them for a while due to Timothée's hectic acting career.
Once I pulled up to his driveway, I pulled my phone out to text him that I was here. Once I sent the message, I picked up my water bottle, about to take a drink, when I heard the passenger door open, then slam shut. I looked to the side to see Timothée slumped down in the seat with his head resting against the car door.
"Hey baby," I said, but got no response in return.
"Baby?" I said again, but this time he turned his head to look at me, a weak smile plastered on his face.
Once I got a good look at his face, I immediately felt bad for him. He looked like he hadn't slept in ages; he had blood-shot eyes, he was slightly paler than usual, with terrible eye bags, and to top it all off, a bad case of bed head. But I still thought that he looked absolutely mesmerizing. "Hi mon amour," he said quietly, almost in a whisper.
I leaned over to place a small kiss on his cheek, which earned a small smile from him.
"I've missed you," he said, grabbing my hand and interlocking it with his own, bringing it up to his mouth and placing a kiss to my knuckles.
"I missed you too," I replied, starting to back out of the driveway.
Once we arrived at the cafe where we would be meeting our friends at, I looked to the side, to see Timothée sleeping; so I leaned over to him, unbuckling his seatbelt and slightly shaking him, trying to wake him up. "We're here."
I heard Timothée let out a groan, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "What's the matter, Tim?" I asked him, moving a strand of black hair out of his eye, then pressing the palm of my hand to his cheek.
He placed his hand over mine, leaning into my touch. "Oh nothing much, I'm just tired." He replied, letting out a sigh.
"We can go home if you're not feeling good."
"It's okay, mon amour, I'm feeling fine, just a little drowsy, that's all," he said, giving me a reassuring smile.
Once we got out of the car, Timothée interlocked our hands together, placing a kiss to the side of my head. "Timmy look, it's them!" I said excitedly, running a little to get to them quicker, pulling him along with me.
Once we reached their table, my friend Sally immediately got up from her seat, running up to us and engulfing me in a tight hug. "Finally, you guys are here. I was starting to think y'all were gonna stand me up," she said, laughing.
"Hey," I said back, laughing a little before all three of us took our seats.
"Wasn't Mike supposed to be here?" Timothée asked.
"Oh yeah, no, he was supposed to come, but he got held up at the office," Sally said, shaking her head a little with her words.
Once the waitress came and took our orders, I turned to Timothée, seeing that he was struggling to keep his eyes open. After a few minutes, I felt a heavyweight go on my shoulder. Looking up a little, I saw Timothée's head resting on my shoulder. I quickly kissed his forehead, mumbling a quick 'I love you' before continuing my conversation with Sally.
After a few minutes, I felt his hand unlock with mine, and I could feel him fiddling with my rings. After an hour goes by, and we finished our coffee and caught up on everything, I decided that it was time to get Timothée home. "Okay, well, we should probably head home," I said with a pout on my face.
"Yeah, of course, of course." She said back, as all three of us stood up.
"Well, we definitely need to do this more often," I said, pulling her into a tight hug.
Once we said our goodbyes and parted ways, me and Timothée walked back to our car, getting inside, and interlocking our hands once again. "Did you sleep at all last night?" I asked Timothée, turning my head to look at him.
"Not really." He quietly said, kissing my lips before resting his head against the door.
Once we arrived at his house, I turned the engine off before turning to face him, "We're here darling," I said, placing multiple kisses on his cheek.
He let out a groan before lifting his head up and unbuckling his seat belt, "Can you come inside, I wanna cuddle," he said with a pout."
"Of course," I said, smiling.
We opened our doors before walking to the front door. Once we made our way to the bedroom, he immediately pushed me onto his bed, situating himself onto of me before burying his head into the crook of my neck. "Je t'aime," he said.
"I love you too,"