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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Kaledo Art
Cosmic Funnies
Peter Solarz
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
DEAR READER
$LAYYYTER
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@peachykeentastic
Armie & Timmy, you don’t just have friends here - you have family.
Here’s the thing about Charmies, we don’t want you for ourselves, we want you for each other. It’s an undying selfless kind of love.
You’ll always have a home in each other’s hearts and in ours. You’re safe here with us and we love you 🧡
Armie and Timmy finally living in the same city is no longer a hope, dream, fantasy or possibility for those of us here or, most importantly, for them. It’s a long overdue reality. Oh, the fun they will have. Now at 37 (for 2 more days) and 28, their lives have evolved in significant ways since they first met. I sense their individual and joint threshold for overall nonsense and games some expected them to play has decreased markedly and we will soon see that displayed more and more.
All the nefarious, disingenuous, and evil efforts at delaying a move back that should have happened years ago are out. Armie’s eventual and welcomed return to sharing his creative self with the world is in.
May this next chapter back home in LA herald in the absolute best for Armie and Timmy and commence the appropriate karmic response for those who actively orchestrated, contributed to, and perpetrated the smear campaign.
I’m here for it.
Beautifully said @my-ever-changing-mood Adore you, and them 🤗😘
Plenty of Fish in the Sea, but you’re the only pun for me 🥰
It was his final week interning at the institute for marine safety and research. His childhood fascination with the ocean had turned out to be the key to him finding a career that both soothed his ever present anxiety, and made him want to get up in the morning.
Unfortunately it also meant he’d get quite lost in his activities and find himself shaken back in to reality in various jarring ways.
There was the time he was coaxing Branley, the institute’s baby sea lion to him with some herring. She was looking rather cute and he was so lost in her hungry little eyes, that he didn’t notice the institute’s largest sea lion making a beeline for the fish he was unfortunately dangling much too close to his body.
One concussion and a face full of sea lion kisses later, he thought he’d learned his lesson. The thing is, the whales act differently when he’s around them. His colleagues say it’s because they’re in love with him, but he thinks it’s more likely to be the way his heart almost beats out of his chest anytime they’re around. These huge animals gracing his presence seem to overwhelm him in the most visceral of ways.
So, he’s taken to trying to sneak up on them from afar, so they can’t see him or feel his enamoured little soul.
One such day, he was perched upon a particularly slippery yet perfect ledge, trying to get a glimpse of Spooky, (his favourite baby orca), when he felt a particularly large hand grab the back of his shirt. A piercingly shrill shriek emanated from his lungs as he fell back in to a solid wall of… man.
At least, he assumed that the massive slab of warm, thick meat beneath him belonged to… yep.
Scrambling off and looking him in the eyes, there he was.
Big man.
Huge man.
Armie - according to his name tag. The man looked bewildered, was breathing hard and his eyes looked like they may need to be surgically reattached to his head.
“What the fuck!?” Timmy exclaimed, voice squeaky and cracking - as if puberty decided to skip his turn.
“You were about to fall in!” he gasped - chest heaving.
“I was n…”, he looked behind him just as he saw Spook starting to emerg. Knowing her, she was about to greet him in her favorite way.
Instinctually, he rushed forward, placing his hands on the solid pecks of the big man named Armie. “Duck”, he said maybe too calmly and quietly - due to the fact that he was now bewildered by the fact that he was once again touching him.
Armie did not duck. He just said, “where?” as a waterfall of freezing cold salt water cascaded along his back and in to Armie’s sweet baby blues.
“Not a duck, I meant duck!” He said sputtering out a cough and starting to giggle. Armie was staring at him open mouthed - and then a bemused laugh escaped from his chest.
Timmy could feel it shaking beneath his hands as he looked up in to kind, warm eyes. The crinkle lines alone were about enough to cut him off at the knees. He felt a woosh as the air left his lungs and he was left staring.
Realizing he’d just stopped laughing to stare in to this random man’s eyes, he became crushingly self-conscious.
Backing away, he uttered a quick “fuck” and turned to walk through the thankfully close laboratory door.
“Timmy, there you are!” Shelly, a petite redhead with freckles and a warm smile grabbed him by the shoulders. She’d been his supervisor for the last year and knew him quite well.
“There’s a man out there”, he squawked.
“A man. Out there…”
He just looked at her wide eyed and nodding.
She nodded back.
“Okay Timmy, are you okay!? You look shaken up. Did you spend too long playing with Spook today? You know you have to pace yourself.” The day Spook had come in, Timmy played with her all day. By the end of it, he apparently looked like he’d been ‘spooked’ because he was so wired and his wild hair was standing up on end - having been soaked and not checked a mirror for a bit too long. So, the staff rightfully named him Spooky, even though he was the opposite. Demure. Very mindful. You know.
Timmy hid his hands in his face. “No, I just… there’s a man!”
“Armie!” Shelly exclaimed delightedly.
“Yes… Armie? Who is he and why is he wearing a name tag!?”
“He’s the lead supervisor of the new pilot program over at UCLA. Visiting for the day to check out our programs, and… oh my gosh, Timmy - he would be perfect for you! You’re both so in love with animals and… THE PUNS. You’re both so punny! He’s also super sweet and very single. You have to go ask him out!”
Timmy gawked.
“Absolutely not! I just almost fell in to Spooks pool and got lost in his eyes before running away like a scared chipmunk!”
“Timothée Chalamet, your whole life is this program. You are the kindest, most respectful and generous person I’ve ever met and no one deserves some fun more than you. I’ve known Armie for a long time and I know he’s deserving. I also know that his shy ass will absolutely not get up the guts to ask you out. This is your moment to shine. You march your nerd ass out there and be the honey badger I know you are.”
“Shelly!”
“I’ll let you go down with the divers to clean Spooks tank.”
“Fuck.” His heart was pounding, blood rushing to his ears and he was starting to feel like he might pass out. Also, what did he have to lose? He’d probably never see Armie again after this if he just stays in here and avoids him for the rest of the day. He really could use some company and if the man’s really as great as Shelly says… He took a deep breath. “Okay.”
“Okay!? Eeeh!!! Okay, get your butt out there.” Grabbing his shoulders she led him to the door, opened it and full body shoved him outside.
Catching his footing, he closed his eyes and took another deep breath, filling his lungs with the ocean air and feeling his feet on the ground. He looked up. Armie was at the edge of the pool, leaning over the railing, clearly deep in thought.
Okay, I can do this… just go.
“Armie?” He turned with a hopeful look on his face and there it was. That full-hearted smile. Timmy could feel his insides liquifying as he continued to approach.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asked with genuine concern.
“I am, I just… I was…” oh fuck. He froze. No words. Armie. Date. Funny. Punny… SHIT!
“Do you like whales?” Oh no.
“I do”, Armie said curiously.
“Would you like to humpback at my place?”
😳
😳
No, no, no, no, noooo.
“Oh my god.” Timmy said, once again putting his face in his hands.
“Did you just say that!?” Armie was incredulous.
“I’m so sorry, that was so rude and inappropriate. I can’t believe I just… Please forgive me and…” he couldn’t get anything else out because it was Armie grabbing him by the shoulders. Those big man-meaty hands holding him tight and making him oh so very short of breath. Yep, going to pass out. Lips, eyes, body… he’s a goner. Oh my god, he’s going to lose his job.
“Timmy!” Armie was gently shaking him. “Look at me”.
Timmy looked up. Pools of blue staring back at him with nothing but affection in his eyes, a slight blush on his cheeks. “I whaley would.”
Timmy let out the breath he was holding and let his shoulders drop. “Oh thank god”.
Armie leaned forward and put his forehead against his own. “Let’s get otter here.”
He was in love and so apparently was Spook, who let her blow hole go as they shared their first absolutely fintastic kiss.
And that my folks, is called foreshadowing 🐳 🥰 😉
Note: I was up at 5am. Found a funny joke. Imagined our boys bantering and decided to write for fun. This isn’t edited and is meant to be silly. Hopefully it brings a smile to your face ☺️ Love you peaches! 🍑
(Also, I know next to nothing about whales, sea lions or fish. I did not do any research. The National Institute for… likely does not exist. I did not check 🤗 Lastly, these animals are being rescued and released. That, is actually a very important fact. And scene 🎬)
“Doug.”
Of all the names in the world, that is the one Timmy says on a major nighttime show in 2024. Yes, he’s used that similar line before, but come on, after all this time, he easily could have substituted that name if, you know, things were different. He didn’t.
He just can’t help himself. An Armie reference even though they haven’t technically worked together since June 2016.
I’m here for it.
✨✨CMBYN/Charmie✨✨ ✨✨Advent Calendar 2023✨✨
Your Day 29 gift is a gorgeous piece of art in the form of a puzzle designed by @peachykeentastic ! Y’all, she drew you a truly delightful piece!
Go to the calendar or click here to do the puzzle. Note: you can make it easier or harder by changing the number of pieces at the top!
Show her all the love!
Thank you for including me @onlyastoryteller & @littlesistercharlie . I’m so grateful to be a part of this and for all the effort you’ve put in. I haven’t had a chance to look at everything, but am so excited to in the New Year!
Also, I used watercolour paper and pencils and the texture is driving me crazy! Will try and add water to help soften it a bit. Which means I’ll probably wreck it 😄 I don’t know what I’m doing, but it was fun!
Happy belated Christmas everyone 💗🤗😘
“I am a day dreamer and a night thinker.”
— Unknown
Fuck, yeah ✊🏻✊🏻✊🏻✊🏻✊🏻
How we all ended up together 😊
Again 😍😍😍💙💚
He is a fashion menace 💅
readytimmywear
Babe 😍
don't give up
Trending Armie 😍😍😍
Where he belongs 😊
(Where they belong - together 💗)
I feel a little embarrassed to admit it, but I actually teared up when I saw this. One reason is because his photography is one of the many things I've missed about his presence on social media. He's always had such a good eye and shares so many interesting images.
Another reason is it feels like he's truly back. When he posted his first story a couple of weeks ago, I wasn't sure if it was going to become a regular thing or it was just a drive-by posting. Even with his subsequent posts, I'm not sure if it really felt like he was back...but now it truly does. It feels like he's finally made it out of this dark tunnel and he can finally be free again. And, after all the misery that SM has brought him, that he's choosing to share these little moments with us, truly feels like a tiny miracle.
I think I might actually cry if he starts posting song recs again. 😊
Same, same @filmgeekstacey Armie’s song recommendations was the main reason for joining this fandom!
With you 🥹🙏🥰
I just saw a Tik Tok that said writers on AO3 are not looking for constructive criticism in their reviews. I have no audience on this platform so I have to know if this is true? I've always left my pros and cons when reading a fic and now I'm concerned that the authors didn't like that.
Yeah writers are Not looking for criticism, constructive or otherwise. Unless they specifically ask for it, it’s considered rude and honestly a bit hurtful. In the least bitchy way possible, don’t do that. It’s unwanted.
In case there's anyone still on the fence about this: please keep in mind that if you really want to leave constructive criticism, the time to do it is when the story is under construction. Which pretty much limits this category of feedback to beta-readers and other writing buddy types, not the general audience.
Very, very, very few times is an author interested in pulling down and reconstructing their story once it's up. If you are leaving your criticism after the story is finished and published, it is too late. Now it's destructive criticism.
via mikkeneko: #types of corrective comments that I an author would be willing to receive: #'hey I think maybe this is the wrong chapter? this is a repeat of last time?' #'hey the formatting got stripped out of your document and it looks weird' #'hey it looks like part of your story got copy-pasted wrong - one paragraph was repeated twice and another line cuts off mid-word'' #'hey you spelled a character's name wrong in this very easy mistake to make so you may want to go back and fix that'#(but you'd better be Very Very Sure that your spelling is the right one if you're going to do that) #potentially: 'hey you used a very offensive word and from context it seems like you don't understand what it means so here's a heads up'#(but once again you had better be Really Really Sure before you do that) #anything else? anything you object to about the characterization or plot or pairing or style?#i am Not Interested#just hit the back button and we'll part ways in peace
I would also add: "hey, you're missing this tag that definitely applies to your fic and would be helpful in warning people about it"
What about scientifically incorrect /wrong facts set in media in the real world? Yes I know we don't all remember X grade science. It's basic science, nothing advanced. It's incorrect and able to be read by anyone. As another human being, I believe the author has the right to know they're scientifically, realistically, incorrect.
unless the author is encouraging the readers to do something dangerous to themselves or others ("mix bleach in all your cleaning products kids! it's safe and effective!") then no. fanfic authors don't have an obligation to be educational resources either
And it's entirely possible the author is aware it's inaccurate and decided to use it anyway. (Ref: the Martian's initial dust storm; IRL there isn't enough atmospheric pressure on Mars to knock down the HAB, but the rest of the plot, which is painstakingly scientifically accurate, wouldn't have happened otherwise.)
And if you're wondering why fic authors don't like constructive criticism unless they've asked for it beforehand: reading fanfic is like eating a dish at a potluck. Somebody made something as a gift to the community to share. You don't have to eat whatever they brought! Nobody goes to a potluck and eats absolutely everything. You eat the things you like and pass by the rest. What you don't do, is go up to people and tell them what they should have cooked instead or what is wrong with their dish. Unless, of course, they have specifically asked your opinion.
In the same way, if there is something you don't like about a fic, don't say anything unless the author has asked for it.
Just can’t forget those splooshes 😉 💦
Math is math. If people can’t add up that all the available and repeated signs show that these two have remained close and very much in touch since their last pic together in 2019, they are ignoring the facts. I like the math we have been shown. Makes perfect sense to me.
One day relatively soon, when the time is right for them, we’ll see them hanging out again.
Math is math 😊
Have you ever had a throat that’s so sore it makes
ya-ooo cry
Fairy godmother, I’d like a Charmie sick fic where Charmie comforts the sick.
Not with their…
But like, you know
They just sing me words of praise and feed me lozenges?
A quilt, tea and a box of chocolates as well please
Roaring fire and free time to read said fic?
Thank you!
🤗
