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Jedi Double Feature Panel at Chicago Fan Expo 08/17/25

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GUYS NEW SHARK JUST DROPPED

Well, technically it's not new : it's a nurse shark. What's new, however, is that it's the first xanthic (imagine albinism but in yellow) nurse shark ever found !! Not only it's not common AT ALL to find fishes with xanthism (it's the first cartilagenous fish ever recorded with this type of genetic "anomally"), but if it's there and still existing as an adult, it means the species is chill-ish with other predators (it probably would have been eaten by then). Its eyes are white so it can also be a form of albinism, in addition to xanthism !!!!!

And most of all : ITS SO CUTE !! AND IT'S SUCH A COOL FIND !!

Please if a marine biologist or someone with more info can interact with this post to feed me some more info or correct me on wrong infos i'e given I'd love it !

(Also if you have pics of animals with xanthism, it's also very appreciated!!)

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Timothée Chalamet for Bleu de Chanel L'Exclusif

IG credit to chanelofficial

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my jedi knight

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happy anniversary to john lennon seeing a ufo. august 23, 1974.

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obsessed w his crazy eyes

like yea he’s insane but look at him

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god how many times has Paul felt the need to say hes "secure" about his sexuality lmao 😭😭😭 when no one asks him

Haha, yeah, he's always the one who brings it up himself:

"I went to Paris with Robert Fraser, who was gay. Causing many catcalls from my friends: ‘Hey! We know yer!’ Piss off. I’m quite secure in my sexuality, lads. But it was, ‘You can’t go to Paris with him, man. Staying in the same hotel?’

"The rumours about Brian and John were caused by John going on holiday with him. No one did that, you didn't go on holiday with queers or else you bloody were one. From where we came from that was the attitude, but John was more....' He broke off there and then went on about Stuart and John: 'A rumour? I don't know. That question is very strange, fraught with danger. I basically say to people: "Well, none of them made a pass at me." I don't know if it's true but you must have been bloody damn good at fooling people - we were in bloody hotel rooms with them. I saw them pissed out of their skulls. Anyway, who cares? I don't. I am secure in what I am, in my sexuality.'

"Because he [Robert Faser] was gay, it raised a few small-minded eyebrows, and funnily enough, one or two of them were from within the Beatles: ‘Hey, man, he’s gay, what you going off to Paris with him for? They’re gonna talk, you know. Tongues are going to wag.’ I said, ‘I know tongues are going to wag, but tough shit.’ I was secure about my sexuality. I always felt this is fine. I can hang with whoever I want and it didn’t worry me. I mean, we didn’t share a room or anything. [...] With Robert’s thing of course there would be gayness. But there was no open gayness. If there was to be gayness it would be a quiet phone call that Robert would go and take in the bedroom or something. That was one of the good things, actually, because I knew he was gay and he knew I wasn’t gay so we were quite safe in our own sexuality. We could talk to each other. "

"I'm OK with gay people, too, because I'm essentially comfortable with my sexuality. I can goof around with gay people. I sort of know who I am by now.  And it's about time."

"I was quite obviously un-gay, due to my hunting of the female hordes. I think we all gave that impression."

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finding an error in someone else's fic: awe. we are all human - this is totally understandable and doesn't bother me whatsoever. it is almost endearing to know that others are not perfect, and in their excitement to share, they made a small mistake.

finding an error in your own fic: a merciful death is too kind for me. i deserve to be burnt on a pyre or publicly executed at dawn

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“Second chances are made to make things better, to make love sweeter and to correct mistakes.”

— E.J. Cenita

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Resposting this in Honor of the last member of Secretariat's team passing yesterday. Let him run, Ronnie. Let him run! I hope Secretariat ran to your arms for a big Hug!

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Paul: John’s family was rather sort of middle-class- there was a lot of his appeal to me. I still am attracted to… hum, that type of person. Particularly the British type of person. My auntie Jin used to say: “Son, see, there’s nothing nicer than an educated Scot’s voice.” And I know what she means! [Scottish accent] You know, that rather nice Scottish purr… And John had relatives up in Edinburgh, and one of them was a dentist and somebody worked in the BBC! After all, now, come on! None of us knew people like that! So I was kind of attracted to that! It wasn’t a social climbing thing, it’s just that I do find it attractive. I like intelligent people, I like talented people. (X)

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I just want to remind you of the following:

🌸You are worthy

🌸 You deserve peace of heart and mind

🌸You deserve all the help and support you need

🌸You are not a burden

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sleep well

pair: Timothée Chalamet x reader

summery: y/n(she/her) takes care of Timmy after a long day

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Timothée had spent the entire day filming, running on little sleep and endless coffee. As he finally pushed open the door to his apartment late that night, the weight of exhaustion hit him all at once. His shoulders slumped, and he let out a deep sigh, the kind that came from both physical and emotional fatigue.

"Hey, you're home," you called out from the kitchen, your voice a soothing balm against his tiredness. You walked over to him, wrapping your arms around him in a warm embrace. "How was your day?"

"Long," he replied, his voice a soft murmur against your shoulder. You could feel his weariness through the way he clung to you. "Let's get you settled," you said, gently guiding him to the kitchen. You had prepared a simple meal—something comforting and easy. As he sank into a chair, you placed a steaming bowl of soup in front of him, followed by some fresh bread.

"You made this?" he asked, lifting his gaze to you with a grateful smile.

"Of course," you said, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Eat up. You need to refuel."

He ate slowly, savoring each bite. Once he finished, you took his hand and led him to the bathroom. "Alright, time for a shower," you said, turning on the water. You handed him a towel and some shampoo, guiding him through the routine. "I’m too tired for this," he murmured, looking at you with tired eyes.

"You've got this," you said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face. "I'll be right here if you need me."

As he showered, you prepared his bedroom, setting out clean pajamas and fluffing the pillows. When he finally emerged, wrapped in a towel, you helped him change into comfortable clothes. "Alright, all set," you said, giving him a gentle nudge towards the bed. "Teeth brushed and then it's sleep time."

He managed to brush his teeth and then, finally, sank into the bed with a relieved sigh. You settled next to him, pulling him close. "Come here," you whispered, wrapping your arms around him as he rested his head on your chest. His arms found their way around you, holding you close.

You played with his hair, your fingers running gently through the soft strands. His breathing soon evened out, and his body relaxed completely. "Sleep well," you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. He let out a content sigh and nestled closer to you, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

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okay… okay, i’ll take a break

pair: Timothée Chalamet x reader

requested by @pmak2002

Timothee gets stressed out from moving from one movie to another and eventually he gets super sick and stressed out and reader has to convince him to take a break so she can care for him so he can return to the work he loves once he feels better

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Timothée was running himself ragged. Jumping from one movie set to another, barely stopping to breathe, let alone sleep. You could see the exhaustion etched in his features every time he came home. Dark circles under his eyes, pale skin, and a slight cough that had gotten worse over the past few days.

“Timmy, you need to slow down,” you said softly as he collapsed onto the couch one evening, barely able to keep his eyes open. He waved you off like he always did.

“I’m fine, just tired. Gotta be back on set tomorrow morning,” he muttered, rubbing his forehead.

“No, you’re not fine,” you insisted, kneeling in front of him and placing a hand on his knee. “You’re sick, and you’re burning yourself out. You can’t keep going like this.”

Timothée groaned and leaned back into the couch, closing his eyes. “I don’t have a choice. The schedule’s tight, and they’re counting on me.”

You sighed, trying to think of how to make him see that pushing himself this hard wasn’t going to help anyone. You reached out and pressed your hand against his forehead, frowning at how warm he felt. “You’re burning up. You’re sick, and if you don’t rest, it’s going to get worse.”

He opened his eyes and looked at you, a flicker of guilt crossing his face. “I know, but… I just don’t want to let anyone down.”

“You won’t,” you said firmly. “But you can’t work when you’re this sick, Timmy. Please, take a break. Let me take care of you. Just for a couple of days. Then you’ll feel better, and you can get back to what you love without pushing yourself to the edge.”

He hesitated, but the exhaustion in his eyes told you he knew you were right. After a long pause, he sighed heavily and nodded. “Okay… okay, I’ll take a break.”

You gave him a small, relieved smile and gently pulled him to his feet. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Over the next few days, you did everything you could to make sure Timothée rested. You made him soup, brought him medicine, and forced him to stay in bed when he tried to get up and do something. Slowly but surely, he started to get better. His cough faded, the fever broke, and his energy started to return.

One morning, as you sat beside him, he reached for your hand. “Thank you,” he said softly, his voice no longer strained with fatigue. “I wouldn’t have stopped if you hadn’t made me.”

You smiled and squeezed his hand. “You don’t have to thank me. I just want you to be okay.”

“I know,” he murmured, brushing a thumb across your knuckles. “I’m lucky to have you.”

“And I’m lucky to have you,” you replied with a gentle smile. “Just promise me you’ll take care of yourself a little more, okay?”

Timothée nodded, giving you a tired but genuine smile. “I promise.”