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chalamet-chalamet · 10 hours
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Timothée: I loved working with Hugh Grant. His energy was infectious, positive at every turn, generous and…
Hugh: He’s being sarcastic. I bring a misery, a cloud of misery to the set cause I’m so nervous. I brought everyone down and I’m sorry.
Credit to beckysschitt on Twitter
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youaintnothinbuta · 4 months
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“thank you for telling me how you really feel” — willy wonka x reader
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Summary: you and Willy go on your little day out date, and later that night share a kiss (or two) ;)
Pairing: Timothée!Wonka x fem!reader
Word count: 544
Warnings: again, disgustingly innocent fluff and maybe some typos
Part one here!
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“I can’t believe that actually works.” You marveled, in awe of his scheme that allows him to slip in and out unnoticed by Ms Scrubbit or Bleacher.
“Of course it does, I’ve been doing it for weeks.” Willy replied with a hint of pride, his eyes glinting mischievously.
You shook your head in disbelief, a laugh escaping your lips. Willy, with a confident flourish, guided you through the charming streets of the town. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air as you entered a cozy cafe, the gentle chime of a bell announcing your arrival.
As you sat in the quaint cafe, sipping coffee and exchanging stories, the atmosphere hummed with an undeniable connection between you two. Willy couldn’t help but steal glances at you, his eyes filled with genuine affection.
The day unfolded with a natural ease, the initial nervousness giving way to a comfortable familiarity that hinted at a deeper connection forming between you and Willy. It became evident that this date was more than just a casual outing.
As night fell back at Mrs. Scrubbit’s, you found yourself once again in Willy’s room, a quiet sanctuary full of wonder, that seemed to let you forget about the fact that you were quite literally stuck in this place forever. He handed you a small, heart-shaped chocolate.
“Here, try this one.”
“What does this do?” you asked, eyes searching for clues in his mischievous smile.
“It makes you kiss the chocolatier,” Willy said, his tone playful.
You squinted at him, uncertain of the truth, and popped the chocolate in your mouth. The rich sweetness enveloped your senses, and you sighed with delight as it melted on your tongue. Willy watched with anticipation, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
With a boldness surprising to Willy, you leaned in, placing your lips against his. Tenderly, he kissed you back, his hand finding your waist.
“Yes!” The moment was interrupted by a cheer from the hallway, and both of you turned to see Noodle, her hand over her mouth in realisation.
“Noodle!” Willy scolded, swiftly closing the door on her grinning face.
“Sorry!” She shouted, before backing off into her own bedroom.
You chuckled, the sound echoing in the room as you shared a moment of laughter at Noodle’s unexpected enthusiasm. Willy, holding your waist, finally confessed, “I lied, by the way. There’s nothing in those chocolates.”
Your smile faltered, cheeks flushing red.
“But thank you for telling me how you really feel,” he added, his smile genuine.
As the laughter subsided, a comfortable silence settled between you and Willy in the dimly lit room. The mischievous glint in Willy’s eyes spoke of a shared secret, a connection that had blossomed unexpectedly. Amidst the hushed atmosphere, Willy leaned in once again, his lips meeting yours in another soft, lingering kiss.
As you pulled away, the room seemed to hold the echo of that shared kiss. Willy’s eyes met yours, and in that silent exchange, an understanding passed between you two. It was a chapter in the midst of unfolding.
“Goodnight, Willy,” you whispered.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
With one last stolen glance, you retreated into the hallway, leaving Willy’s room and the intimate atmosphere behind.
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rememberwehadthestars · 5 months
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The way Cher, Julia, and Tom were impressed with this ⬇️ info about Tim.
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reluctantjoe · 4 months
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MATHEW BAYNTON Prensa Escenario | 2: The Cartel of Chocolatiers
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things that will never change.. even after seven years. 💙
#pt.1
2023, Wonka promo
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callmebyyournamephoto · 2 months
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Timothée Chalamet, Paul King and Hugh Grant doing promo interviews for 'Wonka' in Japan
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benoits-neckerchieves · 5 months
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Mat & Simon arriving at the “Wonka” world premiere ✨🍬🍭🍫
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Mathew Baynton & Simon Farnaby on the red carpet at the ‘Wonka’ world premiere (28th November 2023)
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debbyswann · 4 months
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get you a man who can do both 💅
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I love Wonka… but… WHO THE FUCK CHOSED THOSE ANGLES????? 😭
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Thats why at first I wasn’t interested, I thought the whole movie would be made with those angles 💀
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chickadeewild · 4 months
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wonka promo
fave outfits
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wwonkkaa · 2 months
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the silly arrived ‼️‼️ so here’s him on the little wonka shelf
also ignore the filter i like to make my pics pretty for no reason lmfao
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chalamet-chalamet · 4 months
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Wonka exceeds expectations, grossing $400 million globally. Congrats Timothée! ✨🍫🎩💜
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youaintnothinbuta · 4 months
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Howdy! I would like to order something from Willy Wonka (2023) In which Willy unknowingly falls in love with Reader. He consults Noodle (also Lofty) and ends up also realizing that he gets jealous when he sees Reader's interaction with a boy (And sorry if my English is bad! The english it's not my first language)
Thank you for this request, it lowkey made me blush and kick my feet while writing it, and I have a part 2 already lined up if anyone wants that !!
“Are you asking me on a date, William Wonka?” — willy wonka x reader
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Summary: Willy confides in Noodle about his growing feelings for you, leading to a revelation of his love. The next day, with Noodle's insight, Willy and you share a moment of intimacy in his room, and he nervously invites you on a date, admitting his feelings.
Pairing: Timothee!Willy Wonka x fem!reader (help never thought I’d be writing this but here we are)
Word count: 758
Warnings: disgustingly innocent fluff and maybe some typos
Part two here!
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Willy quietly made his way though the dusty, creaky hallway of Ms Scrubbit’s penitentiary, to Noodle’s room, as he could still see a faint glow coming from her lantern, a hopeful sign she was still awake.
“Noodle,” he said as he jumped into her presence, startling her slightly.
Noodle looked up from her book, noting the turmoil on Willy’s face.
“Something on your mind?” She asked.
Willy sighed, slumping onto the floor. “Yeah, something. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.”
Noodle, with her licorice wand in hand, responded, “Spill it, Willy. What's on your mind?”
Willy scratched the back of his head. “It’s Y/N. I mean, we’re friends, right? But lately, it’s like… I don’t know.” He trailed off, unsure of if what he was saying even mattered.
Noodle grinned knowingly, “Go on.”
“I just feel like I constantly want her, you know, around.”
Noodle grabbed her pillow and shoved her face in it to conceal a squeal.
“I knew it!” She cheered, “I knew it!”, she repeated herself more quietly, realising it was late at night.
“What?” Willy asked, his curiosity peaked.
“You’re in love.” Noodle smiled.
“Oh, I don’t think I—“ his sentence was cut short by Noodle.
“Imagine her with another man. How does that make you feel?”
Willy shrugged, attempting nonchalance. “It’s fine.”
Noodle arched an eyebrow. “Willy, you’re a terrible liar. Think about it, and be honest with yourself.”
Willy frowned, pondering Noodle’s words. A subtle realisation dawned on him as he recalled moments when you interacted with others. An undercurrent of unease washed over him. “Alright. Maybe I don’t like it.”
Noodle grinned. “You have to tell her, you have to!”
Willy’s eyes widened, “No! I can’t do that.”
“Why not?” She frowned.
Willy sighed, still grappling with the revelation. “But what if she doesn’t feel the same? What if it ruins everything?”
Noodle chuckled. “You won’t know unless you try. Maybe you should let her decide how she feels.”
After a long chat, Willy and Noodle decided it was best to call it a night, otherwise they’d both be scolded by Ms Scrubbit and Bleacher for being tired or slow or who knows what else.
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The next day, you, along with Willy, Noodle, and the other poor unfortunate souls that were indebted to Ms Scrubbit were up at the crack of dawn, ready for another day of scrubbing, washing, and more scrubbing.
Noodle, with her newfound knowledge of Willy’s feelings for you, couldn’t help but notice you sneaking peaks at Willy, constantly. Every time she caught you looking, she’d go up to Willy and whisper to him, causing quite the unspoken tension between you and him.
Later that night, Willy was sat in his little room, fashioning all kinds of chocolatey creations.
“What could he possibly be up to now?” You spoke, thinking out loud as you stood at his doorway.
“Y/N!” He stood up, his heart racing by your unexpected visit.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” you giggled.
“No, no, you didn’t. I was just caught up in my chocolate musings." Willy smiled, trying to play off the moment.
You couldn't help but be fascinated by the chocolate wonderland around you. Willy, in his element, gestured toward the intricate machines and delicious creations. “This is where the magic happens,” he explained, a spark of passion in his eyes.
As you both leaned in to inspect a particularly intricate chocolate, your hands accidentally brushed against each other. There was a subtle pause, a shared moment of warmth that lingered longer than necessary. Willy felt a tingle down his spine, and for a brief moment, it seemed as if time stood still.
Clearing his throat, Willy broke the silence. “Would you like to try something special?” he offered, holding out a beautifully crafted chocolate truffle.
You accepted it with a smile, savoring the rich taste that melted on your tongue. Willy watched you intently, his eyes reflecting a mix of anticipation and something deeper.
“You have a way with chocolate,” you complimented, breaking the spell.
Willy grinned, his usual charismatic demeanor returning. “Well, it is my trade.”
Before you left for the night, Willy hesitated, a nervous energy surrounding him. “I was going to sneak out of here tomorrow, go into town for a bit,” he began, “you’re welcome to join me.”
A playful smile danced on your lips. “Are you asking me on a date, William Wonka?”
He chuckled nervously, “Well, yes, I suppose I am.”
Your heart warmed, and you replied, “I'd love that, Willy.”
Part two here !
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rememberwehadthestars · 5 months
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Drew Berrymore saying one thing that made her cry from Wonka was the meaning behind the movie: it’s not what the life is… it is who you share it with. She then asks Tim:
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His eyes here. 🥹
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reluctantjoe · 4 months
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‘Baddies are my new type’: Mathew Baynton on Ghosts, Wonka and wicked villains
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He is about to say goodbye to his role in beloved spectral sitcom Ghosts. But dastardly turns in Wonka and the a festive Agatha Christie drama suggest the actor’s future is bright – if somewhat nefarious
“I feel like I’m moving into really wanky territory now,” says Mathew Baynton, looking a little anxious. We are talking about Ghosts, the much-loved comedy about a gaggle of spirits consigned to spend the afterlife in a crumbling country mansion, which Baynton co-writes and in which he plays a deceased Regency poet. After a triumphant five seasons, Ghosts officially breathed its last in October – except there’s now a Christmas episode on its way. (Last year’s Christmas special drew 5.9 million viewers, making it the BBC’s biggest comedy of 2022.)
When I ask Baynton what it is about Ghosts that struck a chord with viewers, he worries he might sound pretentious. “But here goes,” he says. “I have learned that, as a writer, you don’t always know what you’re writing. There are the quite boring times where you have an idea and it comes out as you imagined, and there’s no mystery in that process. But when it’s exciting, you have an idea and it leads you to places you don’t expect.”
With Ghosts, he and his co-writers initially imagined hundreds of spirits haunting Button House, which would have allowed them to tell different stories with a new set of characters each week. “But when we looked at the taster tape we made, we all went: ‘Hang on, there’s something much richer here,’” Baynton continues. “We realised it was a show about people being stuck together, potentially in eternity, and how they find ways to get along. All of which is to say that I’m enamoured with Ghosts too because, right from the get-go, we had absolutely no idea what it would become.”
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Baynton, who is 43, is talking from his study at home in north London where he lives with his partner, the film historian and film-maker Kelly Robinson, and their two children. He is self-effacing and thoughtful, choosing his words carefully and, at intervals, wondering if he could be expressing himself better. “I think it’s partly the writer in me,” he says, “but I do come away from conversations thinking how I’d like to rewrite things I’ve said.”
As an actor, Baynton has cornered the market in ultra-sensitive men who walk a fine line between pathos and silliness. Along with his lovelorn poet in Ghosts, there was his turn as a Victorian psychiatrist in 2017’s Quacks, who masterminds a new treatment for patients called “talking”; his lute-playing bard in the 2015 film Bill, about the early life of Shakespeare (“London is not going to know what hit it!”); and good Samaritan Sam in The Wrong Mans (2013-14), which he co-wrote and starred in alongside James Corden.
But this winter heralds a new set of projects that Baynton has dubbed “my Christmas of villainy”. In Murder Is Easy, based on the Agatha Christie novel about a spate of killings in a sleepy English village, he plays a doctor who, he says, “is an awful person with some very awful views”. Next year brings A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder, based on Holly Jackson’s bestselling YA novel, in which a young true-crime enthusiast investigates a five-year-old murder case; Baynton can’t reveal too much, although he confirms his character is a far cry from the puppy-eyed romantics for which he is known. And in the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory prequel, Wonka, released in cinemas earlier this month, he plays the devious Fickelgruber, Wonka’s Brylcreemed rival in the confectionery business.
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Baynton can’t account for this sudden pivot into treachery beyond the fact that “a few [casting directors] had the same idea at the same time … Acting is strange like that. You do one notable thing early on and you are put on a track that for 10 years that can be hard to get off. Perhaps baddies are my new type.”
Wonka was co-written by his friend and Ghosts compadre Simon Farnaby (who also co-wrote Paddington 2) and was filmed at Warner Bros Studios in Hertfordshire. For Baynton, it “felt like you were with the same kids but in a plush playground … Even though you’re working with this huge Hollywood star [Timothée Chalamet, who plays Wonka] and you’re on a set that probably cost the same as an entire series of Ghosts, it’s still a comedy with a big heart, so for me it felt like home.”
Baynton and Farnaby first came together on the set of Horrible Histories, the anarchic children’s sketch show that recreated history’s most ludicrous and bloodthirsty moments, alongside Martha Howe-Douglas, Jim Howick, Laurence Rickard and Ben Willbond. Shortly after it finished its decade-long run, the six of them wrote the madcap puppet comedy Yonderland, largely because “we couldn’t bear that we weren’t going to get together for more mucking about in front of the camera”. This was followed by Bill, and, four years later, Ghosts. They have even given themselves the collective name Them There, mostly for production credits, though “no one actually calls us that”. Aren’t they more Britcom’s answer to the Brat Pack? “I don’t know about that,” Baynton says, bashfully, “though it depends on which of them you think I am.”
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The youngest of three children, Baynton grew up in Southend on a diet of sea air and his dad’s Monty Python cassettes. He reckons being lowest in the pecking order at home contributed to his desire to perform and be noticed. In his teens, he went through a morose period during which he was overtaken by self-consciousness, but then he discovered theatre via a production of Bruno Schulz’s The Street of Crocodiles by Theatre de Complicité “which moved me to tears in ways I couldn’t understand and ignited something in me. I knew I wanted to be in that world in some way.”
Baynton went on to drama school, where he studied directing, but when he got there he realised acting was his calling. He spent a summer as assistant to Cal McCrystal, then director of the physical theatre group Peepolykus, who pushed him to join in with improv games. Later he went to Paris to study under the renowned clown Philippe Gaulier, which cemented his love of slapstick. Upon returning home, McCrystal gave him his first break on the stage in a production of Joe Orton’s Loot.
But it was Horrible Histories that really opened doors for Baynton, both as an actor and writer. On being offered the job, he nearly turned it down, fearing that he might get stuck doing nothing but children’s TV, but his agent persuaded him to take the job by telling him: “No one will see it.” In a talk last year at the Oxford Union, Baynton remarked how, were they making it today, they would do certain things differently, such as not using white actors in tanning makeup to portray Egyptians.
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“I think it’s important that we examine where the line is [around portrayals of other cultures],” he says now. “It’s a murky area where intention sometimes doesn’t match reception. Certainly, no one had bad intentions making Horrible Histories and none of us at that time, in the culture as it was, hesitated and thought: ‘Hang on, maybe I shouldn’t play an Egyptian.’ But times have changed and I would hesitate now.”
If the odd Horrible Histories sketch hasn’t aged well, it is worth observing the sensitivity and inclusivity that runs through Ghosts. Baynton notes how throwing together characters from different historical periods allowed them to “highlight wrongful attitudes and interrogate how they had arrived at them. At one point, there’s a gay wedding at Button House and [the ghost of] Lady Button is appalled and goes on this journey in which she faces her own homophobia. When we were writing that story, it felt like I was having a conversation with my homophobic nan.”
Baynton is content moving between acting and writing, not least because “if I’m between acting jobs, it means I get to dream up new projects for myself and my friends”. Keen to avoid any signs of egotism as his career soars, Baynton keeps his feet on the ground by recalling the “pure dystopian hell” of his time as a school leaver working in a call centre. There, every second of the day was monitored and he was once upbraided by a manager for taking too many toilet breaks. “So when I’m on set in a scratchy costume or I’m feeling a bit tired and thinking what a terrible time I’m having,” he says, “I remember that time, and what a privilege it is do what I do.”
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his face.. 💙
no need words here.
IG @timochalamania
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