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mafaldaknows · 5 months

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Honestly, agree with Armie calling yall a brood of vipers. How quick are yall to throw him away when another man you deem more worthy, be it Troye or Jason Momoa or Hugh Grant, interacts with your saintly timmy. Having fans that only care about you when they can vicuariously live through you ther kinky fantasy about fucking your costar, no wonder he exploded and told that to the bulgarian weirdo.

We are not the ones in the everyone but armie train, you "charmies" are. If you can call yourselves charmie and not timothee shippers, that's the more accurate term.

Hello, Anon:

Are you lost again, darling?

When did I ever say anything about throwing Armie away?

BTW, The plural form of “y’all” is “all y’all”. “Y’all” is singular. If you’re attempting to disguise your identity by using a ubiquitous American Southern colloquialism, at least use it correctly:

“… agree with Armie calling ALL Y’ALL a brood of pit vipers.”

Your preteen pretzel logic has apparently drawn the erroneous conclusion that we have abandoned Armie Hammer, which is wholly contradictory to this specific fandom (obviously), and that anyone standing next to Timothée Chalamet in a photo or video that’s blogged or reblogged in this fandom space on tumblr automatically MUST means we “ship” them instead, even when there’s nothing written or even implied in the photo to indicate anything of the sort in the blog or reblog. Not in any of mine, anyway.

Taking delight in the magical alchemy that comes from excellent casting in a production is not at all the same thing as your implication of wanting Tim and any and all of his current co-stars to live out your specific kinky fantasies. That’s where YOUR mind wants to go, Anon. Not mine.

Armie is quietly rebuilding his life in peace and privacy after the trauma of a calculated character assassination over the course of the last three years, beginning shortly after the announcement of his ugly divorce from the perpetrator of that specific crime. He thankfully still exists, despite her best efforts, even if we don’t see him with the same frequency as we once did. Understandably, he is staying out of the spotlight to focus on the things that truly matter to him.

Tim is working hard right now to promote various projects so he’s automatically just that much more visible. He happens to be featured in some of these projects with fellow actors so he will naturally be associated in some way with them in the media. These promotional events are noteworthy to Tim’s fans so photos and press regarding these events get blogged and reblogged, and he may indeed be seen in close proximity to one of his co-stars in these photos. If your brain equates any of that with “shipping” Tim with his other co-stars, that’s on you.

For me, there is only one co-star with whom Tim has a deep connection worthy of my attention in this space. One.

However they choose to define that connection is up to them and none of my business. I’m just happy for them that they found each other.

Love is what brings us together in the Charmiesphere.

Love is love is love.

That’s it. That’s all.

Thanks for your comment. ✨💚🚢💙✨

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andguesswhat · 1 year

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Hhm, I guess there's a reason why Timmy is an elf, an angel or a devil when I write xD This feels pretentious and intrusive. Way more than writing smut. Lol

So don’t mind my silly thoughts about vague possibilities that could be the other way around. But I couldn’t ignore the fact that Timmy keeps repeating the word `boring´ xD and `family/kids´ ;)

Thoughts on a random day in January.

Of course they teased him.

About his marriage, about being married.

About being a husband.

Married at 25, now 27, still young. None of his friends with partners would even come close to the idea of committing to someone for life.

But he had. It had felt right, still did. He had already been through everything with Armie, what else could happen that would change his mind? And yet, since then, not necessarily because of the marriage, but simply because of the circumstances, something had changed. The beginning of their relationship had been a hell of a roller coaster ride. As if it wasn't enough to deal with all his feelings and hormones as a young adult in such a blatant clash with a person he had fallen so deeply in love with, Timmy also had to deal with it as a public figure. Who wasn’t allowed to love this exact person that he loved so much. So while he still had to figure out for himself what it meant to love so badly, at the same time he had to hide it all in plain sight. Failed sometimes miserably. But had to try and try again because there was just no other choice.

And that was just the beginning. All the decisions that had to be made regarding this, all the shams he hated so much, all the organization just to be able to have a relationship like this at all. All the crap that had happened when they thought they had overcome the most difficult part.... It was getting quieter now. And often he wondered if it was getting boring, too. Sure, the wild love years were over. Nobody stays in love like this forever. And he would maintain, if he went by the study that examined the length of the infatuation phase and claimed that one can be in love for up to a maximum of three years, that they had gotten the most out of it. But he wouldn't even want to be so conceited to claim that it was necessarily because of them. All the obstacles, all the times being apart, it all led to them having a very very strong crush for a very very long time. Which at that time felt would last forever. And now? Was this phase over? Really over forever? Would it never be the same again? He was not sure.

And he wasn’t sure how much he would miss it. They had felt the daily routine of a long-term relationship before. He had caught himself long before wondering one morning if Armie couldn't have eaten a little less garlic and onions. Or maybe could have just brushed his teeth before he kissed him hungrily. But he was happy with Armie and the sex had been good, so why complain about random things like that? Still, they had these little fights, quite a few, now and then. For example, when Armie was quite often annoyed that Timmy listened to his rap music, too loud, and sometimes couldn't stand it because it just wasn't his music. And Timmy could get endlessly annoyed that Armie always bought way too much food, put it in the fridge until it molded so they always had to throw away way too much. Or how Armie got upset with him for leaving his stuff lying around everywhere in the house like he was a little kid. How Timmy had freaked out when Armie once lost in thought threw Archie's full poop bag on the counter instead of in the trash can. All that kind of stuff. But actually, it was exactly that that had made Timmy say `yes´ when Armie asked him to marry him. After all, what surer indication is there that you still want to be with someone until the end of time, even if sometimes you just can't stand each other? Often Timmy also had to realize that this not-bearing-it was simply unfair of him, because if he was annoyed that Armie in some situations sometimes just let his family do everything with him, and gave way too little back talk in regard to Liz and did not make it clear to her often enough what a danger she was for the children, then it was because his family was his family and Armie saw these back talks with Liz as just another danger to the kids. Liz. Timmy really tried to get along with everyone, but Liz... He hated her so abysmally. It was unprecedented. But he knew, of course, that Armie had no choice but to get along with her. Because of his kids. So how could Timmy be mad at him if he didn't keep telling her off, as he would like to do. And how unfair it would be of him to constantly rub Armie's nose in this hopeless situation. He admired Armie for that. For keeping quiet, for not taking his anger out on her. The one who was responsible for so much of his misery. It had to take a tremendous effort. Like in general everything that concerned Armie's situation. So much that Timmy sometimes wondered where Armie took all this strength from. Still not to give up, to make life worth living, to have fun with it, to be happy and to laugh. And that's why Timmy had to realize that their relationship wasn't always the center of attention. It wasn't all about them. At least not when there were other, more important things. So it happened that when Timmy came home after a long time of shooting and wanted nothing more than to see Armie, to hug him, to laugh happily with him, to kiss him, to end up in bed with him, Armie was happy to see him... but on a completely different level than he was. He had to accept that. And when Armie dragged him down with him into the maelstrom of frustration of the injustices they both couldn't do anything about, and Timmy's good mood completely evaporated, he had to accept that too. If Timmy tried to distract Armie, wanted Armie not to fret too much about a court date or whatever, but he couldn't get to him, couldn't manage to distract him, couldn’t change his train of thought, then he had to accept that. And he had to accept if Armie didn't tell him everything some days, didn't want to tell him everything. Because Armie wasn't doing it because he wanted to hide something from Timmy. But because at that moment, that was exactly what kept him from going crazy. So Timmy had to endure those situations where he would have liked to be there for Armie to help him, but Armie didn't want that.

He learned to be there despite not being wanted or needed. And he still did not want to be anywhere else. That was also why he had said `yes´ when Armie had asked him to marry him. He wanted to help Armie as much as he could, even if he sometimes couldn’t. So why did he keep wondering about what had happened to their relationship? Like thinking about how they've been living their own lives more and more lately. Sure, they had always led their own lives, and that had been fine.

But it was very common now for Timmy to say `no´ when Armie asked if he wanted to come along when he met up with his friends. He did like Armie’s friends and was glad they liked him, too, but in the grand scheme of things they were too different. He often couldn't relate to their conversations, it was another world and not his, so he preferred to stay at home and read or facetime with one of his friends. So weren't they much too different after all? Didn't that mean they were growing apart? The age difference had been an issue in the beginning because society made it one. But they came to the conclusion that society had the problem, not them.

Still he had long ago stopped teasing Armie about being too old for anything, stopped saying "old man." It wasn't about being old. But he had seen an insecurity in Armie's eyes. And Timmy wondered if it was because he, Timmy, was still so young. So young and only with one real, serious relationship in his life.

Maybe Armie thought, how could anyone not want to try out more? Know what it was like with another partner? At the same time, Timmy didn't care. Again, one of those things that society expected of him and he had no interest in fulfilling it. He wouldn’t change what they had for a quick thrill.

The same with the sex. Sure they still had good sex, no question.

But at one point he was asking himself, wasn't there a bit of thrill missing like before? Because they were doing the same things over and over again. Was that the point where they had to buy more sex toys? Even if they already had so much? But if he was honest, and he believed Armie felt the same way, they liked to keep it simple, they didn't have to try everything and almost always used the same stuff. And above all: What he had when he was with Armie, feeling so safe and loved... he wouldn't trade all that for a little more thrill. Sometimes, though, he wondered if that was why Armie had asked him to marry him. To be more sure that Timmy really really loved him. And did not intend to chase one day the thrill like so many others seemed to do. But he hadn't dared to ask Armie about it yet. Instead, he wondered if they were drifting too far apart now and just didn't realize it. Under the false assumption that marriage would already make sure everything stayed ok. There were times, nothing of this was apparent. Timmy was away a lot, Armie too, with his kids, and they sometimes didn't see each other for weeks, so they were (mostly) just happy to finally be together again. But then there were the times when they saw each other for extended periods of time, waking up next to each other in the same bed for weeks. And if this used to be the times when they spent the whole time kissing, touching, love making, or Timmy telling Armie everything that was on his mind or the other way round, in any case being connected at all the time, now there were also times when they were together, but not connected. Both doing their own thing. And Timmy noticed how, as much as he wished it wasn't, and as much as it seemed strange to him that this was happening with them, of all people, there were evenings, breakfasts, where they didn't have that much to tell each other because there was just nothing left to tell, when they spent so much time together. Sometimes he would tell Armie something he had already told him, because he couldn't stand the silence, and sometimes he let himself go with the silence and was surprised to find that he kind of liked it. Just being together. Saying nothing. But when it went up a notch, when Armie sometimes didn't even look at him when he was talking to him because his mind was elsewhere, Timmy had started to worry. Then Timmy had kicked Armie's shin with his foot and said "Look at me!" and Armie had laughed, apologized and looked at him.

For the next weeks, too. And the sex also became more exciting again.

Maybe it was just his job to remind them every now and then how much they loved each other. Even without nights when they talked for hours, when they were crazy about each other, when they couldn't get enough of each other. Mentally and physically. But he had to admit it became a bit difficult when he himself was in a bad mood. When he himself was unhappy. Or sad. Because he often did not dare to bother Armie with it. What problems did he have in contrast to Armie?

What was his sadness about losing his grandma in contrast to Armie not having his kids around and all the mess that surrounded him?

Armie had so much on his plate, he didn't need a bad-tempered boyfriend as well. So Timmy would cry to his family in situations like this. Depending on the subject, his mom, his sister, or his dad. And yet, when Armie "caught" him once on the phone crying to his sister, he sat with him down afterwards, put his hand on his knee and said, "Tell me about these things, I'm your husband, I want to be there for you, I want to know." He was right about that, of course.

So everything was as it should be, wasn’t it? How many times did he have to come to the conclusion that everything was good the way it was? Wasn't it a bad sign to have to keep making sure? It annoyed him. Why couldn't he just be sure and that was it?

But today was another day when Timmy started to think. The celebrations of the last weeks were over. Hanukkah, Christmas, his birthday, celebrating the new year, ski vacations... where everything was as it should be... Talking, laughing, having fun, fucking.

Now quietness had returned and Timmy didn't know what that meant for them now. He would have a few days off until things started up again for him. The house was all set up. And now they were sitting here on the seating set, each on another couch, reading. Shouldn't they be squatting together, close together, Timmy's head in Armie's lap, like they had done so often before? He thought of their vows. In Paris, in front of their friends. How they both beamed, how they both struggled not to burst into tears. And he thought of the vows they gave each other later, then all alone. Because they were so intimate, it was just for them.

Armie's cell phone rang, and Timmy looked over at Armie. It was Ford. Timmy's soul always ached when he heard Armie's voice for Ford. So much love and warmth and yet there was always a certain sadness in his voice that he tried to cover with even more love and warmth. In those moments he couldn't wait to have a family of their own with Armie, to have kids of their own. He wanted kids nonetheless but the main reason he wanted kids was that he wanted his kids to have the kindest and coolest dad in the world.

He couldn’t wait to see Armie with them. Spoiling them, goofing around with them.

Raising them with his beliefs. Being his. And not been taken away from him.

But Timmy was still young, they still had to wait until everything else was settled, and the thought of how they were actually going to put their wish into practice always made him feel sick on a regular basis. But they would find a way, just as they had always found a way. And others had done it before them. He felt so much love for Armie right now. So deep. Sure, he'd loved him for years. Nor did they lack opportunities to express it. Whenever they had to say goodbye, physically for several days, `I love you´, or on the cell phone because they missed each other so much, `I love you´, after sex, `I love you´, at celebrations, birthdays, Christmas, New Year. `I love you, I love you, I love you´. Now there was actually no occasion to say it, but more than ever, he wanted it because he just felt it. Armie had already ended the call, typing something on his cell phone, still seeming a little tense. And Timmy said, on a random day in January, "I love you." Armie looked up, a little surprised, put instantly his phone aside and came over to sit next to Timmy. Their bodies immediately close, Armie taking Timmy's legs on top of his, his fingers intertwining with Timmy’s and looking at him with a warm smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you... It's nothing important..." Timmy whispered. Armie’s smile grew bigger. "You tell me you love me on a January 6th at", he looked at his watch, "2:34 pm, for no reason, and you think it's not important? Even if it's not important to you, it's definitely important to me. And also a good opportunity to say that I love you, too. Terribly."

Timmy felt his heart skip a beat.

“Did you marry me because you were afraid I was going to leave you some day?” And without any sign of indignation that he had asked, Armie answered. “No. I married you because I wanted to show you that I want to be by your side until I die. If you ever want to leave, I’ll let you. And I'll be thankful for the time you were by my side.”

Timmy pulled Armie close to kiss him.

He came to the conclusion that it was not in vain but quite important to think about their relationship, over and over again. To be able to value it. And it was just what people meant when they said a relationship is work.

Love is work.

On oneself the most.

“I won’t go anywhere,” he whispered between the kissing. “I want to be here. With you. Always.”

And he felt like there was a tingling in his body that felt just like it did back then. When he had first fallen in love with Armie.

#charmie #charmie fanfic #sorry way too long #and no smut #love is love is love #Armie Hammer #i don't know maybe I delete it later xD

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