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[chalamet-chalamet]

Timothée Chalamet joking with photographers at the PSFF on January 3, 2026. ⚡️⚡️⚡️

IG credit to psfilmfest

[choupistickfaitdesbetises]

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Don’t kill me but I am not sure he had THAT necklace anymore and not because I think he hates him or something but I think there was a theory that he ‘upgraded’ the necklace. He has not been seen with the other one in 3 years, so since before KJ.

Hi Anon !

If I had to kill someone… I have a few priority people on my list, and I promise you, you're not one of them.

But back to the topic at hand… I specified that it wasn't the Cartier "love necklace."

And FYI, unless I'm mistaken, the last time we saw Timmy wearing his necklace… was at the 2025 PSFF… and she was in the audience when he announced he was driving to LA while listening to a good podcast.

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💬 1  🔁 7  ❤️ 25 · Even if we dream of being able to do it another way, sometimes the only solution is to concentrate 6'5" into a few carats.

[pumpkinspiceficfest]

Pumpkin Spice Season is on!

I'm happy to announce that I'll be hosting HP Pumpkin Spice Fic Fest 2025! Claiming starts September 1st, 10AM BST Entries are due October 29th, 10AM GMT Entries are revealed October 31st, 10AM GMT You will need an AO3 account to participate.

[sampigehoovu]

drops of diamond water shining in the moonlight

Kundavai x Vandiyadevan

inspired by watching men, across time, gently remove jewellery off their lovers. mildly nsfw.

Kundavai thought of Vandiyadevan often, but it was only when there was news of his return that she would pine for him. Her eyes desperate for a glimpse. Her ears hoping to hear his voice. Her skin thrumming with desire, her body suddenly aware of how long it had been since she had last seen him.

There was that disarming grin on his face while he rode into the city by her brother’s side, victorious in battle, again. Curls almost at his shoulders. Another scar on his arm, just below the elbow. The gift she had given him wrapped around his upper arm, a small arm band with the enamelled tiger emblem, she clasped her hands together, they wanted to take the place of the armband.  

A slow fire spread its way across her skin when she felt his eyes on her, tracing up from the jari of her saree, to her shoulder before their eyes met.

Her lips had twisted into a gleeful smile to match his, but the fire raging through her escaped from her eyes. His smile grew wider, as he took his place next to her for the rest of the celebrations. She took a deep breath to calm herself, only for it come out as a shudder as his arms brushed hers.

He looked at her, mischief and desire mingling as they greeted another chieftain.

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Her handmaidens giggled as they went down the corridor. Kundavai began pulling out the many ornaments keeping her hair up in a long bun. She felt his familiar presence, their hands entangling as her hair fell down her back. Her skin erupted in faint goosebumps.

Fingers trailering across her shoulder blades, he pushed her hair over one shoulder. They traced a path back to her neck, to undo the hooks of the numerous chains.

Her back arching to his touch, he kissed down her spine, fingers searching for the clasps of the waist chain. A slow molten heat spread through her veins, the only sound she heard was the chain falling to the floor as his tongue traced the same path as his lips up her to neck. The earrings found their way to the tray by the side. She craned her neck to give his lips more skin to set fire to.

Hands on her arms, she turned to face him as he kissed his way down her collar bones, the valley between her breasts, her ribs. Her breath coming out in short bursts, she held on to his shoulders as she felt him take off her anklets. Knees buckling, his calloused hands pushing her skirts up while he left a trail of small kisses along her shins, her thighs.

Her mind went blank with desire. All sensation arising from his tongue tracing circles around her, his fingers plunged deep and her hands clutching his hair, her voice already hoarse.

When her breathing had found a steady rhythm again, she turned to look at him grinning at her, she smiled. He curled around her when they stumbled onto her silk sheets, head under her chin and limbs tangling with hers. Humming, she ran her hand up and down his back, settling into the warmth of his sweat soaked skin. 

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A water tank, overflowing with lotus leaves, drops of diamond water shining in the moonlight. Hidden away in the bramble and thick bushes at the edge of the fort.

Vandiyadevan watched as Kundavai waded into the water. Saree floating around her, tendrils of wet hair clinging to her hips. She turned, the water gently lapping her shoulders.

He stepped into the water, the tide that follows the moon.

The moon, wrapping her arms around his shoulders pressed her coral lips against his neck.

Tracing down his scars, volcanos erupting on his water-cooled skin.

Back pressed into the warm steps of the tank, Vandiyadevan’s face framed by the inky blue sky with its numerous stars.

His eyes dark with desire, skin pressed against her.

Nails running up his thighs languidly, toes tracing paths on his shins.

Kundavai pressed her nose into his shoulders breathing in his familiar scent, mixed with the faint muddy smell of the water as she came apart around him, again.

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I watched Utsav (1984) incase anyone wants to see source of seductive jewellery removal.

[timobeechalamet]

“Real humans, real stories dedicated to bringing light to humanity authentically is fucking inspiring, and I look forward to in that acknowledging not our invincibility, but rather the art in our flaws.”

—Timothée Chalamet, Spotlight award speech, PSFF 2019

[fyeah-olivia-colman]

Palm Springs International Film Festival Film Awards Gala, Portraits, USA - 03 Jan 2019

[little-bruised-soul]

Year to Year - Palm Springs Film Festival

[timotheetea]

Timothée at the PSFF red carpet source unknown