Are You Gonna Hurt Us At One Point With Your Bean Series??

Are you gonna hurt us at one point with your Bean series??

You know, I frequently hurt my own feelings thinking about the fact that *something* has to happen to this family, even if it's as innocuous as Ben and Charlie wanting to do their own thing rather than take over the factory from dear old dad. I don't have plans to go that far out in the timeline, but to be fair, I only planned for "Bun in the Oven" to be a one-shot at first. We shall see!

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A little guide I made for myself on Willy’s outfit bc I love the layers 🙃

Some of the details are probably wrong & srry abt my handwriting but I enjoyed this a lot!

annotations sources: this interview w/ the costume designer | the preview of the novelisation | staring at the movie for a very long time

Treasure Planet my beloved

chocolate like this - [t.chalamet]

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a/n: sorry this is so short, but i hope you like it <3

It was time to begin filming for the day, but my co-star, Timothée, was absolutely nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Timmy?” I ask Paul, our director.

“I’m not sure, y/n,” he replies. “Would you be a dear and go find him for me?”

“Course.”

I head straight to Timothée’s trailer, where I knock gently on the door.

“Go away!” I hear Timmy shout. “Unless you’re y/n, then please come in.”

I laugh softly, and push open the door, stepping inside. “Hey, dumbass. Why are you still here?”

Timothée is lying on his couch, face up. “I have a stomach ache,”

he says plainly.

I raise a sceptical eyebrow. “And why might that be? Nope, let me guess.” I hold up a finger. “All that chocolate you kept eating on set yesterday. Even though you were told multiple times to leave it alone.”

Timothée groans. “Maybe.”

“Idiot.” I roll my eyes. “I told you not to eat those.”

“Can you get me some water?” he begs. “Pretty please?”

“You do realise,” I say in a lecturing tone, as I fumble around in his little kitchenette, filling him up a glass of water, “that if you’d just listened to me and everyone else you wouldn’t feel sick?”

“Yeah.” Timothée doesn’t seem to be impressed by my fact. He accepts the water as I hand it to him. “Thanks.”

I grin teasingly. “Well, get up. C‘mon. We have a big old scene with a tree and lots of chocolate and singing to get finished up with.”

Timmy groans again. “Ugh. I don’t want to. I wanna stay here with you.”

I look at him. “Why on earth would you want to stay here with me? I’m super boring off screen.”

Timmy shakes his head, sitting up slightly, propping himself on his elbows so he can look into my eyes. “You’re the least boring person I know. I wish more than anything I could spend all my time with you.”

I furrow my forehead. “But…”

“Let me finish,” he breaks in, laying a hand on mine. “I’m in love with you. And it's not just on screen anymore. It’s real.

I manage to arch a brow at him. “You’re serious right now?”

He nods, his dark curls bouncing in his eyes in the adorable way that I absolutely love.

“Yes, y/n. I love you.”

I inhale a little, a small smile creeping its way onto my face. “I love you too, Timothée Chalamet.”

He looks surprised. “Really?”

I grin. “Yeah, dummy. I do. I really, really do.”

He grins back, then grimaces in pain. “Oh, my stomach.”

I’m instantly back in carer mode. “Lay back. I’ll take care of you.” I press a kiss to his head.

“Thanks, y/n,” he mumbles, his eyes closed.

I smile. “No problem, my love.”

You’re gonna rattle the stars!! 🏴‍☠️✨

"It's ok to disappoint people." has got to be MOST powerful, life changing advice I have ever heard.