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avoiding bo burnham's inside for the last couple years because i haven't felt emotionally equipped to handle it and then realising i'm not, never have been, and probably never will be emotionally equipped to handle much of anything because i am Mentally Unwell and also a bit of a sad sack
anyway i'm just saying i'll watch it when i get a spare couple hours some evening this week
Summary: Yes he do the cooking and yes he do the cleaning. 50s AU
Pairing: 50s househusband!Timothée Chalamet x black!reader
A/n: I had fun playing with role reversal, gender dynamics and expectations, and just thinking of Timmy being a blushing bride. Originally inspired by Dove Cameron’s Breakfast music video and a convo with @get-your-fics. Also tagging @lsyd25 hope next week goes better hun! Fluff mostly, shy of 1k. Minors, ageless and blank blogs dni
Timmy fiddled with the buttons at his cuff, the iron puffing steam like a dragon. He had less than an hour to tie up all the loose ends of the day before you got home.
The house smelled like the fruits of his labor; a roast loaded with carrots and potatoes just pulled out of the oven, a pound cake placed in it directly after, lemon from all the surfaces he had scrubbed clean. Tim had had a very productive day and couldn’t wait to tell you about it. As well as the usual tasks of cooking and cleaning, he’d ticked a few things off the Honey Do list. The kitchen table didn’t wobble anymore and the gutters were all taken care of. He’d even mended the hole in your favorite sweater that you liked to wear to work.
Outfit completed, Timmy unplugged the iron and took a look over himself in the mirror. Thirty minutes left by now, he should take the pin curls down. One by one, he released the perfectly flouncy spirals. He fluffed them all just a bit, to give it the effortlessly tousled look you loved even though the process was anything but effortless. He smiled at his reflection, dabbing on just a bit of the cologne you bought him for his birthday before leaving the bedroom.
Timothée had made quite the catch with you. A teacher, his parents had been impressed when he first brought you home for an introduction.
You were a boss all day, commanding your classroom, shaping young minds, nurturing them. It only made sense that most of the time, you came home and commanded it too. And Timothée was more than fine with that. You worked so hard all day and kept a roof over your heads. Afforded him such a nice cushy life. Of course he’d want to provide every little comfort for you when you got home. Catering to you was the least he could do.
Right on time, Timothée had just finished icing the cake when he heard you pulling up in the driveway. He licked the glaze off his finger, smoothing out his button down on the way to the door. He arrived in the foyer just as you opened the front door. Warmth flooded his chest. Would he ever get used to how pretty you were? Almost a year of marriage and he didn't think it possible.
“Welcome home, my love,” he greeted you as he helped you out of your jacket.
“Thank you,” you said, breathing deep. “Smells good in here.”
A pleased smile played on his lips as he followed you into the dining room. “I’m glad it does. Are you ready for dinner or would you like to unwind first? I could mix you a drink or pour you a glass of wine.”
You sighed as you rerouted to the living room. “You know what, babe? A mojito would be really fucking nice.”
“Of course, Y/n! Put your feet up for a bit.” Timothée made his way to the bar cart and started the prep and assembly of the drink.
“These flowers are pretty.”
Wings fluttered in his chest. You noticed. “They're from the garden! I thought they might brighten up the room. Saw them when I cleaned out the gutters earlier.”
“Shit, I didn’t even see that, thanks babe.”
Tim finished off your drink with a mint leaf garnish and brought it to you with a smile. You patted your lap and his cheeks flamed, quietly suppressing his delight. “Take a seat and tell me about your day.”
He did as you said, practically buzzing under your attention. You took a sip from the cocktail and hummed, your other hand rubbing circles on his lower back. Timmy cleared his throat and began listing all the things he had been so excited to report to you, pride swelling at each little word of praise from you. It was hard to stay still, to focus on his words when the hand that was on his back traveled to the nape of his neck, flustering him as you twirled one of his carefully curated curls around your finger.
“You look so pretty today, Tim.”
Was there any wonder how Timmy fell for you? He’d never get up. “Thank you, love.”
“Mhmm, let’s get your pretty ass on up and in the dining room. Think I’ve delayed dinner long enough.”
Timothée loved the attention but he was glad for a distraction, his face was so hot he could reheat the meal on it, if necessary.
As you ate together, he asked about your day and your mood deflated then flared as you recounted the annoyance that was the principal of your school. Timmy had heard you complain about him before, knew you didn’t like him or agree with his decisions half of the time. Timothée thought you would make a wonderful principal, had mentioned it before but you loved the kids. Being principal took you out of the classroom and that just wouldn’t do for you. Thus, your frustrating cycle at work continued. He felt a little bad for souring your mood, for spoiling the sweet flavor of cake still on your tongues. He had to make it up to you.
“We could snuggle up on the couch, watch a little tv,” he suggested as he rested his hand over yours.
“Sorry, Tim, I'm a little too keyed up from the day to wind down just yet.”
Timmy’s heart thumped in his chest as he trailed a finger over the back of your hand, as far up your arm as he could reach. “Well then, use me.”
You raised an eyebrow, a lopsided grin growing on your lips. Timothée returned it with an inviting one of his own as he stood. Taking your hands, he walked backwards as he led you to the bedroom. “Use me however you see fit.”
There’s fanfiction…. And then there’s FANFICTION. The kind of shit you happen upon at like 3am or some other ungodly time because you were trying to find a fix for ur fixation at the time and you are just SUCKED IN and every sentence feels like a line of cocaine and it has quotes and imagery that permeate your brain and it’s the shit that sticks around in your consciousness forever and it never goes away and it’s always going to be one of Those Fics.
It's actually so sweet of him because a lot of his fans might not have lived with a partner before & yes, this is sometimes what they look like right before you smash them ❤️❤️🫠
i will never understand why fandoms with a historical setting insist on making like 70% of the fanfiction modern aus... the history aspect is literally what makes it interesting hello...
This is 100% a matter of personal taste, but this is why I tend to be very picky about AUs in general.
"I enjoy this series because there's an interesting fantasy, sci-fi, or historical setting" -> "Great! Here's an AU where they're just in a boring modern high school."
"I love the relationship between these characters because they have so much history together" -> "Cool! Here's an AU where they've never met before."
"The plot of this story is so high-stakes, and the characters are so shaped by everything they've been through!" -> "What if the entire plot was about working at a coffeeshop instead, though."
Obviously, all of these things can be done well! An AU that makes thing more "normal" can be used to explore what the characters would be like in a different setting in really interesting ways. And good writing and understanding of the characters can make any concept a great read.
But so often, these AU concepts just seem to remove the exact elements that make the story most interesting to me.
They cannot allow Tim to have a single moment of triumph on his own. To them, he's always thinking about, behaving for, and pandering to Armie and his stans. The business with the TIFF jacket is so insane, I can't.
They demean Tim's entire life by making his every waking moment about a man. Never mind that it's AH. It's insulting on every level and would be for anyone whose existence has been reduced to what any adult would see as teenage behavior. Imagine believing a grown man - 27 yo and a world famous celebrity - is so obsessed with his sekrit lover that he's compelled to "leave clues" for the faithful Charmies since only they can understand and support his authentic self. JFC.
In that sense, I agree with you that the way they talk about their ship sounds like a Victorian novel written by women who've never had sex.
This has been going on for years and it still surprises me. As a Tim stan, it's maddening. I suppose their own lives are so narrow and all they have is this Charmie fantasy that they can't imagine Tim's life isn't just as narrow. It isn't.
This TIFF jacket is ridic. They are completely erasing the significance of that moment for Tim as an actor in his own right to make it all about a hug between former costars. Forget the actual significance of that suit to both Tim and Haider- Tim's first red carpet for a starring lead role in a suit by Haider as a designer on his own. It was their first foray together as their own men. Wearing it yesterday, I can guaran-fucking-tee it had fuckall to do with Armie Hammer.
the main reason i hate charmie nonsense, in a few perfectly stated succinct paragraphs
in any other context the whole "everything person x does is a sign that points to their partner" would be seen as an indication of abusive dynamics in the relationship (or at the very least cause for concern). it wouldn't be applauded or indulged in by anyone with a modicum of sense. but expecting charmies to not engage in fantasies of abuse and control and dehumanisation is like expecting a fish to not swim.
did you write the sardaukar chant for dune? if so is there a phonetic or otherwise transcription anywhere? i want to figure out how to sing it but its difficult to get close without proper transcription. thanks!
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