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“i had a delusional dream in my early teenage years to have, in my late teenage years, an acting career. and in my late teenage years, working on homeland and starting to do theater in new york, i felt like i reduced my goal to something more realistic, which was to work in theater and hopefully make enough money doing either a tv show or something i could sustain myself [with]. and then it felt like every dream came true, exponentially. and then life is moving at six million miles per hour.”

☆ happy twenty-seventh birthday, timothée chalamet! ☆

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my favorite free tools for writers

hello, hello! hope you're doing well.

today i am bringing you another list with my top 3 favorite (free!) tools that I find helpful for each phase of writing a novel.

brainstorming phase

Fantasy Names Generator - not only for fantasy (you can also generate real names). this website is just... amazing! it helps you come up with names for characters, places and locations, descriptions, generate traits, outfits (yes, outfits!!), and probably something else you could ever think of.

The Story's Hack - this one is so cool! you can generate names for everything, create your own generator, and practice writing through writing exercises! plus, you can save your generated names to see later, and you earn coins for each idea generated (you can later buy themes - dark, snow, forest, etc)

RanGen - my last favorite generator on this list is RanGen! you can generate plots, appearances, archetypes, love interests, cities, worlds, items, and more.

developing the idea phase

Bryn Donovan - in this blog you can find master lists under the tag "master lists for writers". it is so helpful when you first start developing the characters and need to find the right words to describe them and to find some quirks and flaws!

Writers Write (350 character traits) - again, this is so helpful!

Story Planner - ah, the number of times I've talked about this website... please, PLEASE take a look at it, you won't regret it. this website has literally everything you need to fully develop your idea with outlines for you to fill in step by step.

writing phase

Colleen Houck (80+ barriers to love) - need more romace conflict? there you go!

Cheat Sheets for Writing Body Language - so, you know how your character's feeling, but don't know how he'd physically act? check out this list!

Describing Words - honestly, this is a lifesaver. don't you struggle to find the right word to describe something? well, with this website all you have to do is to type the object you're trying to describe and see which description fits better to you!

revising phase

Language Tool for Google Docs - i know we all have heard about google docs before, but the truth is, it's almost impossible to find free softwares to check grammar and spelling. so, google docs is useful, because it automatically revises it for us, and it's completely free. plus, you can add adds-on, such as "language tool".

Unfortunately, there's only one (free) tool that I actually enjoy for the revising phase. if you know some others, please let me know so that I can try them out and feature in this list.

exporting phase

Google Docs - i find google docs very easy to format and export to .epub, so i'd recommend using it as a free tool.

Reedsy - this is also a free tool available online. all you have to do is to write down each chapter (copy and paste) or import your word document. it will format the document to your liking and export it to pdf, epub and mobi.

that's everything for now! i hope this post was somehow helpful or inspiring!

if you want to see more master lists full of resources, check these:

WEBSITES FOR WRITERS {masterpost}

BEST accounts to follow as a writer

BEST SITES & SOFTWARES TO WRITE FICTION

DIALOGUE IDEAS TO GET RID OF THAT WRITING BLOCK (masterpost)

Useful Resources & Tips for Writers

also, if you are a notion lover just like me, check the free template I just released with everything you need to develop and write your novel!

thank you so much for reading! hope to see you around, and have a nice day <3

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Timmy in the wind 💚

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Could you write one about Timmy and y/n being a bit tipsy and clumsy while trying to have sex? Something funny and fluffy, but also smutty.

A/N - so I tried to make them sober enough to consent. I love drunk fluffy sex but I know it can be controversial.

Goofball

Warnings - mentions of alcohol, PDA, tipsy sex, mentions of oral on male, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex

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sad- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, sam wilson, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, tony stark, wanda maximoff, kate bishop, scott lang warnings: flustered!bucky, maybe a little ooc but i had so much fun with this about: bucky with a crush a/n: so i have a request asking for bucky who wasn’t a ladies man in the 40s and gets really flustered, and i wrote this wayyy before but it kind of fits?? posting this for now but i did get another idea for this bucky, so. expect it. anyways got this prompt and so happy with it ha

“this is getting sad,” sam mumbles to steve, craning his neck to side-eye the avengers at the table. natasha is next to sam, not even needing to turn to know what sam was talking about, just nodding resignedly.

“it was sad a month ago,” she argues quietly, flipping through a magazine. “it was also sad a week ago when bucky fell down the stairs because she smiled at him. this is not new.”

steve snorts without meaning to, pathetically covering it up with a laugh when you look up from your game to squint at him. “i hope captain america isn’t talking shit. ‘would look very bad for america.”

steve clears his throat.

“but accurate,” you continue with a small shake of your head, organizing the cards you have in your hands while wanda seeps in her turn. meanwhile, scott, tony, and kate stare at her with wide eyes, eyes flickering from her hands to the pile on the table. you’re distracted by the group on the couch, and bucky is distracted by the cute way your eyebrows furrow, your lips forming an unintentional pout.

“you know what else is sad?” natasha starts. “a group of grown people so fuckin’ into a card game. stop staring holes into wanda’s head.”

you hum, not quite believing natasha’s distraction. “what do you think they’re talking about?” you ask bucky, meeting the eyes that were busy scanning you. the surprised blue makes a deep warmth start bubbling in your stomach, static all the way until it reaches your cheeks.

“uh—yeah,” bucky replies dumbly, forcing his eyes off of you to look down at the floor, coughing lightly, a hand scratching at the nape of his neck. “um, what?”

“nat, sam, and steve. they’ve been whispering the entire time we’ve been playing. but they got louder when you came. i think it’s us.”

“us? us what?” bucky gulps, feeling embarrassed that you’ve reduced him to a bumbling idiot that chokes on air at the word us referring to bucky and you slipping from your lips.

“i think they’re talking about us. what do you think is so interesting?” you wonder, cocking your head slightly and capturing bucky’s eyes again.

“i don’t—i don’t know,” bucky responds, observing the color of your irises in the light. wanda finally decides on a card, and scott and tony groan while kate yelps in excitement when they see it.

“i heard them say you fell down the stairs. is that true? are you okay?” you’re looking at him again, genuine concern for him in your eyes that makes him feel like he’s going to fall off his chair. isn’t he supposed to be a spy?

bucky chuckles awkwardly. “yeah… last week, j’st missed a step, i’m fine.”

you laugh. “you missed a step? you don’t even miss steps in dancing. i’d know, i was the one stepping on your toes the entire night of the gala.” tony is muttering to himself about the game, collecting cards over and over again because kate cheated and arranged the cards expertly. tony is groaning continually, whining about his growing situation.

steve snaps suddenly, pausing when he realizes what he did and shrinking back into the couch. “that’s sad, too,” he whispers to sam and natasha, wanting to be included. “he wouldn’t stop dancing with her the whole night even if she stepped on his feet half the night. y’know he hadn’t danced since the forties?”

“that’s sweet,” natasha rebuts, followed by sam nodding.

sighing, steve crosses his arms. “fine, when he walked into a wall yesterday because she was laughing.”

sam nods, pointing at steve. “yes. that’s sad.”

“there is something wrong with this pile,” tony insists, exclaiming when he finally gets a card he can use. “got it! suck it, idiots, i’m winning this thing.”

“you have like eight-hundred cards,” kate points out while scott collects cards.

“i’m sorry, did i ask?” tony replies, and kate reels back in offended surprise, scoffing.

“i’m gonna ask you somethi-”

“we need to mix up this pile. i’m not getting anything,” scott whines.

sam snickers. “i saw him following her around like a lost puppy the other day. funniest thing i’ve ever seen, bucky trailing after her.”

bucky is still watching you, not paying attention even when scott slams a card on the pile. “your turn, kate.”

“thank you, scott.”

“i hate these people,” tony sighs.

kate begins to overanalyze her cards, individually scanning each card and taking as long as possible to spite tony and scott.

thinning your eyes at the group of people on the couch, you watch their conversation for a few seconds more, catching the movements of their lips as they mouth your name. sighing softly, you decide to give up on them, moving your attention back to the man already looking back at you, chin on his palm and glossy reflections of hearts in his irises.

a soft smile lightens your face, the rise of your cheeks urging bucky to wear a goofy smile that sam laughs at.

“how far are you on your list, buck?” you wonder.

“which one?” bucky replies distractedly, vaguely remembering the list you’re referring to.

“you have more than one?” you query, surprised, then you grin, cocking your head at him. “that’s so smart. is it, like, one for shows, and another for movies, and another for music, another for recipes, blah, blah, blah?” you look so excited as you ask, getting riled up at his false organization and it is simply too cute for bucky to break, so he nods along to your words inattentively.

“uh huh. all of that,” he affirms, even though he has one lousy list in scrawled handwriting listing random things tucked inside his battered journal. he supposes he’ll just go onto google later to search up popular media and choose things that seem believable he heard so he can make the lists he just told you he had. smooth, isn’t he?

you exhale. “you’re so clever. how far are you on the movie or show one? actually, tell me about all of them.”

bucky blinks. “not… not very far. ‘still have lots of… movies and shows to get through.”

nodding, you think, eyes brightening when you get an idea. your shoulders rise and bucky mimics your movements without realizing.

“let’s have a night to ourselves today, then. i’ll help you get through your list—lists! we’ll do as much as we can, and if we don’t finish, we’ll just take another night! what do you think?”

bucky thinks he needs to google now and write as much crap in his lists as he can.

“finally! your turn, edward cullen,” tony urges, attention going from sending kate annoyed looks to impatiently waiting on bucky.

bucky is caught up in the near future where you’ll be cuddled up beside him underneath warm covers, watching movies of all genres as you inch closer, eating cookies you baked together, your fingers threaded through his hair as he tries not to fall asleep on your lap.

“hm?” bucky says disorientedly, not even turning to tony, his eyes glued on you until he catches himself and blinks fast. “uh, go fish,” he manages.

you furrow your brows, peering down at the deck in your hands, neatly organized into groups of colors and then into numerical order, your plus four and plus twos at the beginning. you raise an eyebrow and cock your head at bucky. “we’re playing uno.”

“sad,” sam whispers to the group by the couch.

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Timothée Chalamet

by Collier Schorr

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mornings with him

fluff 

ideal mornings with him 

(timothée chalamet)

Like every other day, you find yourself sprawled on top of his bare chest. A familiar feeling you still haven’t grown accustomed to. The delicate feeling of your skin against his as your body gently heaves up and down in sync with the rhythm of his shallow breaths. You and Timothée have always been in the low, not showing too much affection in the eyes of the public. When he asked you to be his, you vowed to each other not to let society define your relationship. It’s the reason why when in public, he limits the affection he gives you to avoid drawing unnecessary attention. However, when it’s only the two of you, he floods you with as much sweetness as he can just to make up for its lack when you are in the presence of others. You appreciated it so much knowing that his feelings for you aren’t a show and that what you have is nothing compared to a publicity stunt. You truly love him. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by a low grumble followed by a tightening grip against your hips. 

“Good morning,” you heard him say.

“Good morning.”

He placed a kiss on top of your head. “I love you. You don’t know how much I do.”

You chuckled knowing quite well how true his words were. “You don’t know how much I do, Timothée.” Although you can’t see it, you knew he was smiling as he gingerly lifted your head to face him. When he was in your line of sight, he didn’t hesitate to leave a soft peck on the peak of your nose. You reciprocated, feeling like you’ve never smiled this much than you’ve ever smiled in your entire life.

He kissed your cheek. You kissed his back. 

He kissed your forehead. You kissed his forehead. 

“Anddd,” he mumbled in a low whisper. Then he kissed your lips. You kissed him back. 

If it were in the eyes of other people, it would’ve seemed cliché. But being in that position felt different. You knew the actions were genuine without any hint of unwillingness and reluctance in doing so. These were moments in your life that don’t even last 5 minutes yet it feels like you’ve been in his embrace for years.

You let your head drop on his shoulder, inhaling his scent while the sound of birds singing is to be heard beyond the windows.

“What do you have planned for today?,” he asked. 

But you always told him, “Don’t worry about later, let’s focus on right now.” 

“Right.”

You just woke up but you let your eyes slowly shut once again, him doing the same. Mornings with him are mornings of bliss. 

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steamy pool smut

But of course!

Rum & Cock

Warnings: smut

Timothee’s side of the bed was empty and cold. It was still dark out. 12:45am the clock read.

“Where are you, love?” You texted him.

His phone chimed from the nightstand.

You dragged out of bed and walked the house. No sign of him.

The soft sound of music coming from the speakers out back caught your attention. Following the music, you opened the back door.

It was classical music, you concluded as it became more audible when you stepped outside. He liked to listen to classical music when he was anxious or couldn’t sleep.

He sat on the steps leading into the pool. His torso out of the water. Wearing only a bra and panties you stepped in. He looked up at you and smiled.

“Hey,” he said, as you sat in his lap and wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Hey.” You pecked his lips, “everything okay?”

“Why do you ask?”

“You’re in the pool at 1am and you’re listening to Mozart,” you laughed a little.

“Normal people don’t do that?” He gave you a chuckle in return.

“Not usually.” You tucked some hair behind his ear, “what’s bothering you?”

He smiled at you again, “Had a rough day. Bad takes at work. Left me a little tense.” He took a sip of a drink he had sitting on the ground by the pool. He offered you the glass. You took a sip of the brown liquid. “Rum and Coke at 1am, Tim?” You asked setting down the glass.

He shrugged “I told ya I was a little tense, and you were sleeping so beautifully I didn’t wanna wake you, so..” he picked up the glass again and shook it a little, the ice clinked against the inside.

“Well I’m not asleep now, so…” you said, inching your face close his. He opened his mouth to receive your kiss. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip immediately. He kissed you passionately yet tenderly.

“See this is what I really wanted,” he said against your lips.

“Yeah? What else did you want?” You said now making your way to his neck. You felt him harden underneath you. Your wet kisses created goosebumps against his skin.

He sighed, “You, all of you.”

He unhooked your bra, exposing your breasts. His wet hands massaged them tenderly. They were cold against you, he left chills of his own all over them. Your nipples quickly peaked, he took the opportunity to squeeze them softly in between his thumb and forefinger.

His erection pressed against you, he groaned a little pushing his hips upward. “Take care of me,” he whispered into your ear, “right here, please. I have to have you now.”

You didn’t hesitate. You stood up, your legs on either side of his as you slid your panties off. He huffed out a heavy breath as he pulled his cock out of his trunks. He gently pumped himself with his hand as he looked up at you. As if he couldn’t resist, he leaned up a little and pressed small kisses against your core.

Fully naked before him you sat back on his lap, slowly and deliciously taking in each inch of his cock until he was fully inside.

You closed your eyes as you adjusted to him being inside of you. When you opened them, his eyes were glued to you. They followed every small movement you made.

You rolled your hips, feeling him slide in and out of you. He hit every spot you couldn’t imagine touching. He filled you so completely, you couldn’t imagine anyone every comparing to him. You couldn’t remember anything before him.

“You. Feel. So. Good.” He breathed out each word as you moved up and down his length.

“Shh, let me take care of you,” you said as you kissed his lips and went back to his neck. You nipped the skin lightly and he sucked his breath in at the pleasurable pain.

“Y/n,” he breathed out, “I’m close. I want to come inside of you,” his voice was shaky and full of need.

You moaned just the way he liked and tightened around him as you continued sliding along his cock. This was about him. You wanted to make him feel good. “Oh, fuck, Timothee,” you moaned. You sped up slightly and tangled your fingers in his hair lifting his head up as you did so. You maintained eye contact with him while you fucked him. All the things that drove him crazy. All the things that you knew gave him that fluttery feeling in his stomach.

His mouth hung open and you felt him twitch inside you. His face went into your chest as he filled you with warmth. You held his head there against you while you continued your movement on his cock through his orgasm. It made his body twitch and heavenly little moans and whimpers slipped from his mouth. He emptied everything he had inside of you.

“Oh my god. You are an angel,” he said as his breathing evened out and he finally came down from his orgasm.

You slid off of him and sat next to him in the pool.

“Shower and bed?” You asked him.

He gave you a little nod. His eyes were already heavy. He’d sleep well now, you thought to yourself.

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hi!!

first of all i love your work omg , OK so could you do a headcannon about like having an argument with tim or like any other headcannon if you dont want to. THANK YOU ILYYY

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Arguments with Timothee Chalamet

A headcannon

Timothee is a passionate human being, so it’s only natural that he’d be passionate in anger too. He’ll use his hands a lot, for emphasis only. Getting points across and running them through his hair in frustration. He’ll crack the knuckle of his index in sheer anxiety of the situation.

That being said he’d never lay a hand on you during an argument or otherwise.

If acting has taught him anything it’s eye contact. The man can stare through your fucking soul during an argument. Its intimidating and breathtaking. It provides a sense of unspoken urgency to an argument.

There’s always swearing, an enhancing addition to the hands. Fuck is his favorite one to use. However, there’s never yelling. He may raise his voice but he’ll never yell. He knows it stresses you out.

He will always let you argue your point. He lets you speak and he listens. He won’t interrupt you even if he thinks you’re wrong. Your opinion is valid to him even if he’s angry, but you know you’ve gotten to him when he clenches his jaw and that little muscle in his cheek flexes.

He’s a curious arguer. He asks questions and asks for clarification. “What makes you feel like I’m not listening?” or “What can we do to fix this?”

There’s one weakness he has when it comes to arguing. Seeing you cry. He will immediately pull you into his arms and attempt to calm you. “Shhh, let’s talk about this.”

He lives by a rule his parents taught him: never go to bed angry. If you try to walk away, he grabs your hand an squeezes gently. “Don’t walk away, let’s work this out.”

Most of your arguments lead to passionate kisses. “I’m sorry,” he’ll say before engulfing you in his arms and kissing you like it’s the last time he’ll get the chance to.

And the makeup sex is like none other. Especially if he was the one in the wrong. He’ll worship you and pleasure every inch of your body. He’ll make you come and ungodly amount of times. Only stopping until he feels like he’s done enough to make up for what he did.

Of course if you are the one who’s sorry, you’ll go over the top with sexual favors once the arguing is done. You let him fuck you in any position he wants. You blow him until his face is blissed out and he can’t form a coherent sentence.

Both of you agree that maybe you should get into arguments more often.

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Mon dieu 😍

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timothée waking up the reader in the morning in a steamy way

Ugh this thought lives rent free in my head all the damn time!! I’m happy to write this ❤️

Mountain Mornings

Warnings: smut

The night before it began to snow. Timothee surprised you by renting a cabin for the weekend in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. You had both been working nonstop and it was time to get away. It was a secret getaway, you didn’t know where he was taking you and he insisted on using an atlas so that the GPS wouldn’t give anything away.

He covered your eyes as you climbed out of the car only uncovering them when you were in front of the cabin, perfectly tucked away in a little patch of woods. You turned to face him and he was beaming. Proud of himself for, number one: arriving at the correct destination without the use of a GPS. Number 2: keeping it a secret for as long as he did. Behind him was a perfect view of the Smokey Mountains. They were beautiful in the winter. The peaks had already begun to gather snow, and they glistened in the sunlight light.

In awe of the scenery, you weren’t expecting Timothee to hoist you over his shoulder and walk you inside. You shrieked a little as he did it. The rest of that day was spent cuddled inside watching Netflix and eating a plethora of unhealthy snacks. Lazy and uninterrupted kisses turned into passionate heated kisses. Neither of you looked at the time. Neither of you cared how many times you fucked late into that evening.

You felt a shift in the bed and bare hands slide up your legs. What time was it? Definitely morning, you could tell before you were even fully awake. Hands slid further up your thighs and fingers hooked into your panties. They were delicately slid off of your legs. He spread your legs open and you felt the cool mountain air hit your bare pussy. Eyes still closed, not fully awake, you shifted, giving him easier access to your core. He kissed from your knee to the inside of your thigh before going to the next leg and repeating. Agonizingly slow.

He must’ve known you were awake. Your eyes still closed but your breaths were deeper, thicker and full of desire.

“Good morning,” he said before he placed a gentle kiss on your heat.

“Mmm, Good mor—” the words were ripped from your mouth as you felt his tongue flick against your clit. He let out a low chuckle. “You like that?” You let out a breathy moan in response, “please keep going.”

You felt his finger slip inside of you just a little. “Fuuuck me, you’re so wet,” he groaned the words out, like not being inside you at that moment was killing him. You opened your eyes just in time to see him suck your wetness off of his finger. You inched your bottom closer to him, a silent plead for him to finish you. Devour you.

He smiled and dove in. His tongue licked long, delicate stripes down your center. He stopped each time to make small intricate circles on your clit with the tip of his tongue. “Fuck, Tim, I want you now. Inside of me please.”

“Oh you’re so eager this morning, my girl,” his voice was dark and full of lust, “well, I certainly won’t make you wait.”

His voice. It activated something in you and you couldn’t contain it. You sat on your knees and pushed him into the bed. You climbed in his lap admiring his hard cock which laid against his stomach, you made sure your pussy wrapped around it as it laid there and you slowly moved across the length of it and back down. “Fuck,” he whispered.

It was your turn, “you like that?”

“Yes,” he breathed out.

You leaned forward kissing him gently. His cock slipped inside of you as you did so. You gasped into his mouth upon the entrance as you took him. The kiss broke as you laid your forehead on his shoulder. His fingers traced lines along your bare back then down to lightly grab your ass as you began to move up and down on him. “Mmm fuck, y/n,” he almost whined.

His skin tasted like vanilla and salt as you ran your tongue along his neck. He leaned his head to the side, exposing it further and giving you full access. You gently sucked in the soft skin and smiled at the small bruises that appeared.

He moved forward causing you to fall back onto the bed.

Still inside you, he stopped moving. “When will this stop?” He asked. His eyes blown, he looked into yours as if he could see the entirety of your soul.

“What?”

“The wanting you. Needing you every second of every day.”

“I hope it never does.”

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He finally got his milk🥛