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[estellaestella]

Exit Acting Timmy. Enter Promo Timmy

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[estellaestellaestella]

Timothee Chalamet sleeping beauty vid🌸

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Collaboration with

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[randomluck-ofthe-universe]

*breathless while not being able to stop looking at this fuckin dream*

I'M NOT WELL.

.. thank you @estellaestella for ruining me in a lot of ways 🔥😍

#timothée chalamet #estellaestella

[talkingwoman]

Call me Cassandra….*

Having a history of offending members of the Charmie fanhood, many of whom will not even see this post since they blocked me, I will nonetheless state my bona fifes openly. I love Armie Hammer and I love Timothée Chalamet. Being older, more educated, and a practicing professional provides me with apparently annoyingly inconvenient insights when discussing the two men I love and the years since CMBYN changed so many lives. The upset in the fandom occasioned by Timmy’s liaison with the Jenner person compels me to express the following. Believe me, my goal is to soothe rather than irritate.

First and foremost, I have said before and repeat here that one of the worst failings we have made in viewing the Charmie myth is that we tend to conflate Armie and Timmy IRL with their characters in CMBYN, Oliver and Elio. Neither man is much like their movie role at all. Briefly, Elio is sensitive, highly educated and intelligent, as well as emotionally vulnerable. Timmy is, based upon his interviews, observed public behaviors, etc., probably none of these. He is, as he says, an engaging goofball. Often he misuses and/or mispronounces words and creates word salad answers to interviewer questions. He’s a player more than a mensch, and his ambition knows no bounds. Armie is more like Oliver than Timmy like Elio, but without the redeeming affection the movie version of Oliver brought to the mutual seduction. The Oliver of the book was far less open and affectionate than movie Oliver, but both men were emotionally insincere, dishonest, and manipulative. Oliver was having a summer fling before finishing his degree, marrying, and getting on with life in both book and movie. Even more publicly than Timmy, Armie is a player who admits to manipulating and using people as personal convenience items. It’s questionable whether he remembers anything 😉, let alone everything.

Similarly, we are willfully blind to the realities of the profession that introduced us to Armie and Timmy in the first place. Show biz is a relentlessly demanding and often cruel bit of work. Timmy was born into a theatrical family and groomed through auditions and training from an early age. Small wonder that virtually all of the directors he has worked with mention his drive and ambition to succeed. That desire rules Timmy’s life and he is not likely to squander his opportunities as Armie tragically and so unnecessarily did. There is a new article out that captures this essential characteristic, titled the making of a global superstar. Timmy is surrounded by a team that calculates every move the young man makes, scrupulously. For instance, while Armie has loudly proclaimed his heterosexuality, Timmy’s team has assiduously cultivated an aura of androgyny, assuring that both the gay and straight communities can identify with and thereby claim Timmy as one of their own. The revision of Lee in Bones and All from jock to bisexual predatory adventurer is a classic example. So, in short, almost anything in the public eye should be viewed through the lens of this effort to promote Timmy to the highest artistic and popular levels of his profession. Most of you will hate this, but Timmy’s utter and complete failure to utter one supportive word about Armie, once his role model and mentor, throughout the shitstorm that Armie’s professional and personal life became. Many no doubt wish and fervently hope that there is still a viable bond between these men, but if there is, it requires a very steep price from one of them.

Before I go, one little observation that I hope will bring some solace regarding the PDAs seen at the Beyoncé concert. Kissing is an expression of intimacy that is usually accompanied by intense mutual gaze. Both participants in these lip locks looked directly toward the camera the second the kiss ended, not at each other. Telling…,

*Cassandra was a figure in Greek mythology who was reviled and tortured for telling true, but unwanted truths.

#mystery of charmie #@alittlefrenchtree #onlyastoryteller #heartsandparts #as-long-as-there-is-thinking #all about armie hammer #@heartsandparts @694699 @onlyastoryteller @estellaestella @silvyysthings

[rememberwehadthestars]

@estellaestella you called this!!!! lmfao

#i can't lmao #but seriously they reading tumblr #hi to the PR tumblr lurkers

[zuzla33]

I have thoughts…

source @estellaestella * oh.my.armie

[silvyysthings]

Agree with your anon who said Tim's current actions are making a mockery of what's said in the advert, about him wanting to be an artist.

I also get where you're coming from when you said "You don't know anything about the reasons of his choices." That's kind and loyal and shows a lot of trust in his judgement and i felt that way too. I wouldnt condemn any artist for making certain compromises to reach their ambitions. And I was ok with the shamming because it looked transactional and they were both getting something out of it: heck, Kylie is getting an IQ makeover*.

However all that changed the minute articles started being published that about him meeting Kylie's kids. Using Kylie was fine for me but I draw the line at USING KIDS. Articles are depicting Timothee Chalamet as a family oriented fella in a family oriented family. Plus, no matter when they break up Tim has now secured articles mentioning WONKA+ Kylie+ her kids around the time of WONKA's release in December. So, no, I no longer trust his judgement coz using children for promo is distasteful and crass. Him talking about art is now lip service.

*i want to make it clear that i am not saying Kylie isnt intelligent - I'm saying that her team is trying really hard to make her look booksmart atm and dating Tim is part of that rebranding. (The Karjenners r underestimated because of their obsession with the appearance of things but I'm sure you need to be smart to hustle an entire country/ the world of their money.)

Thank you for your ask @estellaestella, I appreciate your opinion and your way to express it. I'm not saying I' m not mad at him for his choices which I personally consider absurd but we simply don't know him personally and we don't know his reasons. What he has shown us so far is the image of a sensitive, intelligent and committed artist, adorable with everyone from fans to journalists. He is still that person but he is a human being who makes mistakes like everyone else, and being very intelligent he will face the consequences of his mistakes or choices whatever they may be. You told me about a rebrand of Kylie's image, but what does this "relationship" bring him in terms of fame apart from insults? Nothing... this leads to asking ourselves a lot of questions to which only he knows the answers.

#timothée chalamet #anon ask

[andguesswhat]

*1001*

Good morning, my dear Charmies! 💚💙

I don't know about this one 🙈 But I hope you like it 😅

And it is beta read, yay! Thank you @pelznase78 😘

Also thanks to estellaestella for letting me use this snippet of her gorgeous manip 😍

Happy 'sundays are for lovers' to you all! 🌼🌼🌼

*

Armie

„10 minutes, ok?!“

Armie sat at the dining room table and scrolled through the documents, stopping every now and then to read, before scrolling again. He hated it. So much wasted time, only to move forward less than an inch.

He especially hated it when it kept him from spending his time with Tim.

But if he didn't do that now, he wouldn't be able to clear his head, and that was even worse.

Tim had looked over at him from the couch from time to time, patient and reserved, but Armie had still felt guilty every time he saw his gaze. Which was shit because in turn it ate up all the more time because he always needed a moment to focus on those pesky documents again.

And then it took another 10 minutes.

Armie let out an annoyed but nonetheless relieved groan when he was finally done.

Looked up at the empty couch... and looked around.

Where has Tim gone?

Armie had apparently been so engrossed in the last few minutes that he hadn't even noticed that Tim had gotten up from the couch.

Probably had found something else to occupy himself with and maybe that wasn't so bad after all, Armie didn't know if he could get involved in anything right now anyway, and he really didn't want to annoy Tim with his bad mood.

But then Armie heard Tim coming down the stairs, barefoot on the wooden steps, accompanied by a sound that immediately gave Armie a thrilling chill: a soft scraping and then a clacking of metal on the surface, and when Armie finally saw Tim on the stairs, his mind went blank and his mouth dry, for he would never get used to this Elysian sight. Tim looked overwhelmingly stunning. And that was clearly an understatement.

He was wearing the harness he had talked Haider into making for him. Fine leather straps that constricted his torso with even finer gold chains that hung over it. Attached to the ring of the collar around his neck was the very long chain that now clanked over the wooden steps, part of which Tim held in his hand.

On his legs Tim wore a pair of bloom pants made of the finest, shiniest and most flowing fabric imaginable. And one couldn't see it but Armie knew it, of course, and just the thought of it made him hot: At the crotch and back, the pants consisted of only two layers of fabric laid on top of each other, allowing easy access to both the front and the back. Especially because Tim wore nothing underneath.

At the wrists and ankles Tim wore the click cuffs and those let Armie get hot just the same, because he knew what he could do with them.

And like this Tim walked down the stairs, looking like the epitome of an Arabian prince from 1001 Nights, or rather from the Kamasutra to be honest.

Armie bit his lower lip with a smile, and the anticipation of what was to come flowed hotly through his body.

Tim glanced only fleetingly at Armie as he crossed the room and stopped in front of the hallway mirror. He proudly jutted out his chin. And Armie had to smile even more.

He loved how Tim was so proud and felt so sexy wearing this.

There was nothing more beautiful.

Tim took the end of the long chain with the carabiner and let the carabiner click into a small inconspicuous eyelet next to the mirror.

These eyelets were scattered throughout the whole apartment, smaller eyelets for chains, larger hooks for ropes, often hidden by decorations.

And Armie couldn't help but remember walking with Tim through their new home that time, attaching those eyelets and hooks. Tim was so eagerly excited and laughing happily and Armie probably grinning stupidly like a honey bear because there were still moments like this when he just had such an unending crush on his man.

And now here he was, the proud prince, his prince, who knew exactly what he wanted.

Tim

Tim looked in the mirror one last time, clicked the click cuffs of his wrists together behind his back so they snagged and he couldn't get them apart on his own, and slowly walked toward Armie. He loved how this harness made him feel sexy and desirable. There was nothing he felt sexier in. And more humble. Wearing this outfit always created a whole special atmosphere of its own. For both of them.

Where they were usually quick to hurl obscenities at each other, the mood here now was... delicate, soft, calm and festive. Everything seemed of an elegance and preciousness and time seemed to slow down. Like in a dream. An enchanted dream of a nobleman and his prince in a faraway land.

The chain scraped on the floor until the distance was so wide that it slowly hung in the air and Tim noticed the weight on his neck, enjoying how it felt as he swallowed.

When he stopped in front of Armie, he stood in front of him, just enjoying the moment before he softly said:

"I thought I might be of some help to you."

Armie smiled gently at him. "Yeah?.. And how do you want to do that?"

"I could think of something."

And Tim slowly knelt down in front of Armie, between his legs, and a small satisfied smile flitted across his face when he saw the bulge already showing on Armie's pants.

But there was no hurry. Tim let Armie look for a while. Because he loved being looked at like that by Armie. Feeling the love, the desire. It made his whole body tingle.

And then Armie slowly undid the button and zipper of his pants and took out his already hard cock.

And Tim involuntarily licked his lips.

"You want this?"

"Yes," Tim answered softly.

And he slowly bent over, carefully seeking balance because of his bound hands on the back, brushing his cheek gently against Armie's hard-on, closing his eyes briefly at the sensation, feeling the soft skin of Armie’s cock against his cheek, feeling the bulge of the foreskin against his, feeling the heaviness as he buried his nose under the cock and inhaled Armie's scent, felt the vein as he slid his lips back against it, felt the bulge of the tip against his lips, opened his mouth slightly to enclose the tip with his lips, tasted the slight sweetness, ran the tip of his tongue gently over the slit, and finally let the hard cock slide slowly, inch by inch into his mouth. And sucked. Loved how Armie's belly instantly rose and fell, loved how Armie's hands instantly went through his curls and looked up at him with his cock deep in his mouth.

"Fuck, Timmy." Armie breathed quietly.

Tim looked into his deep blue eyes, which sparkled darkly with lust as he kept sucking and licking, the heavy, hard cock in his mouth getting a little harder still and Armie kept running his hand through his curls, starting breathing through his mouth, giving Tim another content feeling.

Armie's hand finally slid down Tim's cheek, further down to his jawline, down to his neck, holding it and the next time Tim let Armie's cock slide out of his mouth, Armie forcefully grabbed the chain on his collar and roughly pulled him up.

The sudden force made Tim gasp and his cock twitch.

They now were looking each other in the eye at close range. And ever so slowly, Armie pulled him closer, inch by inch, tight in his grip, guiding him, both of their breaths already heavy, and when Armie's lips were only inches from his, Tim couldn't take it anymore, stuck his tongue out slightly to let it slide over Armie's lips, met Armie's tongue, wet and hot but before more could happen, before he could quench his hunger for a kiss, he was pulled away and kept at distance.

For a second Tim had to close his eyes and catch his breath.

He opened them again as Armie gently caressed his face, demanding quietly. "Turn around, handsome."

Tim turned around so that his ass was now right in front of Armie, felt Armie's hands gently pushing the fabric apart, slide his hand up between his bare inner thighs, felt Armie's both hands cup his ass cheeks, make them wiggle briefly, knead them, and finally spread them.

Tim took a deep breath but he couldn't help it, his entrance twitched involuntarily.

And even though he didn't see Armie, he knew he was smiling now in amusement and heard it in his voice. "I guess someone knows what's coming and has taken precautions?"

Tim felt Armie's thumb massaging his hole, his index and middle finger pressing against his entrance and felt him push them unceremoniously into him, into the slippery, lubricating wetness. Tim bit his lower lip to keep from moaning.

"Did you prepare yourself or did you use a toy?" Armie quietly asked.

"Both. But only briefly," Tim gasped.

"You just seem to want the real thing, good choice! Although I would have liked to have seen you prepare."

Armie stood up with his fingers still inside Tim, and used them to guide Tim toward the sofa, which was facing them.

"Lean over."

Tim put his upper body over the backrest, glad that the sofa was pressing against his hard-on, while Armie pushed his feet apart with his knee, pushing the fabric of his pants aside again so that he could now grab his ass with both hands, felt Armie put the tip of his cock at his entrance, just very lightly pressing against it so that Tim could hardly stand it, then grabbed him tighter by the waist and thrust into him hard, filling him up, making him gasp, just to immediately pull out of him again.

Then nothing.

Tim had to close his eyes again, trying to calm himself as every fiber of his body demanded more.

Armie's hand gently stroked his lower back, running one hand down his neck, into his hair, the other reaching forward, to Tim's nipples between the leather straps and chains, circling them with his flat hand, making them hard.

"You want one more?"

"Yeah," Tim replied, barely audible.

And again Armie pushed the fabric of the pants aside, grabbed him by the ass with both hands, spread Tim’s cheeks with his cock, fucked him forcefully with one thrust, and pulled out of him again.

Fucking hell.

Tim gasped again. Panted.

And then Armie’s gentle voice. "Show me your cock."

Tim turned to Armie, his hard cock already pressing against the fabric and Armie released it with his hand, pushing the fabric aside.

"What a beauty."

Tim wore cock jewelry, delicate and elegant, set with gemstones on chains that rested around his hips.

“You know how much I love your cock, don’t you?”

Tim nodded slightly and Armie ran his hand over the shaft, stroking it a few times, making Tim bite his lip, even more when Armie wetted his thumb and ran it over Tim's slit.

"Ready for another round?"

Tim nodded again, his mind too occupied to utter words, so he just licked his lips, turned around, and lay back over the backrest again.

He shivered as Armie put the fabric aside and when Armie thrust into him this time, once! Twice! Three times! Tim just couldn't help himself and moaned loudly.

Armie laughed softly. "Well, well... Already? You're not going to be desperate already, are you?"

Tim only groaned quietly in response.

"Straighten up," Armie ordered softly and Tim straightened up and turned back to Armie.

Armie looked at him gently, put his hand to Tim's cheek, and Tim rested his head lightly in his hand.

"You're so beautiful," Armie whispered, smiling. "Come with me, I know what you are missing."

He took the chain and led Tim through the room by it, undoing the carabiner from the eyelet beside the mirror but stopped, looking into it.

"Look at you." Armie stood behind Tim, put his hand around his neck, a light but determined grip, which made Tim instantly swallow. “How beautiful you are...” Armie’s other hand went to his cock with the fabric around, and massaged it.

"God, this fabric feels so good. I don't even want to let it go,” Armie laughed softly.

And that’s what he did. He kept holding Tim’s cock and pulled Tim by it facing him, toward their study slash playroom, laughing quietly. "Haven't you always wanted to be led by your cock?"

Tim laughed quietly along while he stepped through the door, and there at the latest he abdicated all his responsibilities and handed them over to Armie.

So Armie took a gag from the wall, the one with gems on the leather strap, slid the ball between Tim's lips, and buckled it tight.

So Armie undid the velcro of Tim's pants at the waist and ankles and let the fabric fall to the floor.

Armie led him, now wearing only a harness, cock jewelry and cuffs, on the chain to the settee with grommets on it and the wall.

Armie told him what to do.

"Kneel down, babe".

Tim knelt down on the sofa.

With swift moves, Armie clicked the cuffs on the ankles into the various eyelets so that Tim was now kneeling on the set with his legs spread. Spread and exposed.

He loved being exposed. Exposed to Armie, vulnerable for Armie.

A comforting shiver flooded through him.

Armie knelt behind him, spread Tim's butt cheeks, slid his tongue over the entrance and licked him wet. Tim was thankful for being given time to get used to breathing heavily with the gag before Armie finally straightened up again, slid his hands over Tim's lower back, ran them over his butt, positioned his cock at Tim's entrance, reached into the harness and thrust his cock into Tim with one powerful thrust, making Tim close his eyes and moan through the gag.

Then another thrust, and another, and Tim let the thrusts shake through his body, feeling Armie's cock spreading him, filling him up, hitting his spot and the haze in his mind started to grow, letting him just feel and experience being fucked and his moans being stifled by the gag.

Again and again Armie changed the position, clicking his wrists, his ankles into the different grommets, giving his body the biggest possible spread, the biggest possible exposure, grabbing him forcefully by the harness, hard by his hips, pulling his hair, pulling at the chain around his neck, chocking him with his hands, and fucking him.

And Tim could only feel and gasp and moan, even if the gag did not let him properly, he wanted nothing else.

In between gentle strokes from Armie's hands before Armie handled him again. Grabbed and bent his arms, clicked, his ankles, clicked and again spread his ass cheeks to enter.

Stretched, exposed, bent, fucked.

While the neurotransmitters were released without restraint, Tim's mind slowly dissolved because what he felt was not to be put into words anyway.

"If you could see how beautiful you look." Armie whispered and Tim closed his eyes to feel the warmth of hearing Armie say that spreading through his body.

Armie unbuckled the gag, tenderly took the ball from Tim's mouth and briefly rubbed his cheek against Tim's.

"I wanna hear your sweet moans, baby. Will you do that for me? Let me hear you moan?"

And that's what Tim did, as Armie thrust into him this time over and over again, he moaned, he gasped, felt Armie's strength, felt his skin squeezed and tortured. Armie kept pulling him by the collar, by the harness and he knew all of that would still be seen on his body tomorrow and he loved it.

It felt so extremely sexy, he felt so extremely sexy, wanted, desired.

No one ever made him feel that way. Only Armie.

He wanted this feeling to never stop, but he also didn't know if he could last much longer, his limbs were limp, he felt completely drained from all the sensations and didn't know if he could take much more.

As if Armie had heard his thoughts, he pulled out, kneading Tim’s butt cheeks with his hands. "You want me to come on you?"

Tim's mouth was dry, his voice nothing more than a gasp. "Yeah."

"Do you want me to cum on your well fucked hole?"

Tim's entrance clenched just by hearing Armie say this before he managed to utter another panted- "Yeah."

Armie undid the grommets on Tim's cuffs.

"Spread your ass for me."

And Tim grabbed his ass cheeks, pulled them apart, saw Armie out of the corner of his eye, heard the smacking sound of his cock being pumped, heard Armie's dark and deep moan and then felt the stream of Armie's cum on his crack, felt the cum running over his entrance and his entrance twitched once more.

He tried to breathe, tried to calm his breathing but he couldn’t.

Armie milked his cock a few more times, leaned forward toward him and held his index finger in front of his lips with a dollop of cum.

"Saved something for you."

And Tim wrapped his lips around the finger like a ravenous man in the desert and sucked.

Armie looked at him with a soft smile.

It clicked, and Armie had freed him from the ankle grommets, too. But Tim was unable to move in any way. To do anything at all except breathe, he felt beyond exhausted, his cock painfully aching.

"Come here baby." Armie wrapped his arms around him and lifted him up, brought him in his arms to the bed, laid him down in the soft velvet and silk bedding, crawled over him, smiled at him and then covered him from head to toe with kisses, the gentlest of kisses. He kissed him softly on the lips, even though Tim was far too weak to kiss back, was far too weak to smile back, was far too weak to do anything, think anything, let alone say anything. Felt only the good feeling of the wounded places, of the ebbing pain, felt the gentle kisses, felt his aching cock. His whole body was in a state of feeling too much, his brain a dense fog.

Tim just lay there while Armie made his way down to Tim's cock with kisses, closing his lips around Tim's cock and sucked it gently and tenderly, licked his testicles and then let his way-too-hard cock slide between his lips again....

Weakly, Tim put a hand in Armie's hair, playing with it, loving the tenderness, wondering if he even had the strength to come anymore.

But then Armie spread Tim's thighs apart, and just that gave Tim a shiver again, put his thumb at Tim's now oversensitive entrance and tapped lightly against it. And it all became too much. Armie's wet, hot mouth, his lips putting pressure on his cock, the little taps on his entrance flashing like lightning bolts through his body. His body began to tremble, his fingers clawed at Armie's hair, one last rise, one last moan and he came, pouring himself into Armie's mouth with the last of his strength.

He continued to tremble, to gasp as Armie's hands and kisses tried to soothe him.

Armie came up to him, lay beside him and held him tight.

And that was also urgently needed.

Armie.

Armie

Armie entwined his legs with Tim’s, nuzzled his nose in the crook of Tim's neck and gently slid over the leather strings of the harness, playing with the fine silver chains.

"I have to thank Haider again."

Tim weakly turned his head to him. "He said, next time a simple thank you would be enough. He got a hard-on from merely reading your message."

Armie laughed out loud.

Grinned.

Had some thoughts.

Grinned even more.

"You're making it worse this time, don't you?" asked Tim.

And Armie answered, "Hell yeah!"

*

#charmie #charmie fic #charmie fanfic #armie hammer #sunday smut #sundays are for lovers

[sssuuri]

Bandana boys 😍

Thank you dear @estellaestella for the colored Vogue photo!

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#thank you so much #you are all so kind #birthday twins #happy birthday armie

[estellaestella]

Timothée Chalamet in a vest, in sequins, in pink. #manip

#timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet #estellaestella

[estellaestellaestella]

New twist to an old picture of Timothee Chalamet. My edit.

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[yeetmylifeu]

NEW THEME EVERYONE 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

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[talkingwoman]

Why, I wonder?

The article on Armie Hammer published late on Friday night is apparently functioning as a Rorschach, TAT, or some other psychological projective test. Readers appears to find whatever they want to see or believe about this former celebrity and his behavior toward women during his marriage and after his separation from his estranged wife, Elizabeth. Following two years of consistent denials from his legal team and his characterization of his expartners’ complaints as “bullshit”, it’s disorienting to read a more or less complete concession to the accuracy of all of the charges women leveled against him. Note I did not say confession because Armie continues to argue that any and all activities were consensual. The notion of consent, his only legal and personal defense, it appears, hinges not on the decency, honesty, or ethics of his behavior toward any of women, but instead on the narrow legal definition of sexual abuse. Like Congressman Santos, he’s done lots of ugly stuff, but he never did anything illegal. Well, all righty then.

What is the point of this piece, we might ask? From the moment I saw the photo header on the article, the propaganda tone of the article was apparent. Few men are as photogenic as our Armie and the effort to make him look like a man who has suffered great travail was painfully obvious. Questions abound. Why now? Why this author and especially this outlet? Was money exchanged for the interview? What promises were made by the author or publisher about the content and editorial slant of the piece? There are any number of credible entertainment journalists and publications who scrupulously vet their content and would no doubt have wanted this interview. So, what up? The easy answer is that nothing Armie said was challenged. The pedophile youth pastor of his family’s church? No follow-up questions?? An adult godparent knew of the abuse and did…nothing?? This happened a scant twenty odd years ago. Is this person possibly still abusing kids? Is there a responsible person anywhere near this article?

So many troubling things emerged in this recounting. Why were the psychologists who evaluated Armie neither identified nor questioned for the interview but copious quotes from some documents written by someone were provided without context?

Why was the assertion that Armie has never slept with a man included here?

Anyone with any experience at all with addicts, their treatment, and recovery could only be astonished to read that Armie, barely a year out of rehab is moving in with a recovering addict as a sobriety coach. That is simply not done in any treatment program. No sponsor would permit that, and though Armie refers vaguely to a 12 step program, his comments in this article suggest he’s not completed his work on the steps at all. Again, why say this stuff?

Where are the supporters, apart from fans on Twitter, Tumblr, etc, from Armie’s professional world? The Luca comment was not original in this piece. Was no one who directed, co-starred, or produced his movies invited to say anything, positive or negative? Why no mention of this deafening silence?

It will be interesting to see what, if any, industry reaction emerges in the coming days. As noted earlier, fans will find whatever they look for in this article. Armie as victim vs Armie as abuser? One can only wonder if either of these or any other take will prevail.

#@alittlefrenchtree #mystery of charmie #@heartsandparts @694699 @onlyastoryteller @estellaestella @silvyysthings

[zuzla33]

...are you there @estellaestella​ ?