#willy wonka and the chocolate factory would include

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Howdy! It's me again

How are you? I hope you are fine, and if not, then I encourage you from here!

Well, I would like to order something in which our dear Willy gets a little jealous because someone entered the factory and started flirting with his partner (reader) And that leads to a very affectionate moment between reader and Willy

Por cierto, qué le pones a los pedidos que escribes? Los siento muy emocionantes y me ponen a chillar a veces SJSGGWUW

(By the way, what do you put in the orders you write? I find them very exciting and they make me scream sometimes)

.—🌻

Tensions in the Factory [W. W]

Willy Wonka x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k

nota: ¡me hace muy feliz que te guste lo que escribo! creo que sólo se trata de hacerlo con amor (¿o algo así? jaja) Lamento haber tardado, entré a un trabajo durante vacaciones y apenas me queda tiempo, pero espero que sea de tu agrado, girasol:)

[ENG: It makes me very happy that you like what I write! I think it's just about doing it with love (or something like that? haha) I'm sorry it took me so long, I started a job during vacation and I barely have time left, but I hope you like it, sunflower:)]

taglist: @dyieying @reallysparklychaos [Timothée masterlist]

“Your factory is impressive, Mr. Wonka,” said the man next to the boy, with a satisfied smile on his face after the tour he had given him.

Willy was pleased with the investor's recognition that he intended to finance a new branch for Wonka chocolates and if everything continued as expected, he knew that that same afternoon they would be signing a contract.

“I'm glad you like it. This is where all the magic happens, so I hope that with that new store things are even more promising for us.”

He wanted to add something else when, suddenly, he was interrupted by the vision of a person; it was you, beckoning to him from the other side of the factory with a board holding papers. He knew it had to be something important or else you would have waited, so he apologized to the young man at his side and walked quickly until he reached you.

“Oh, I'm sorry to bother you, but one of the machines that churns the chocolate is jammed and making a mess in there, do you think you can check it?” you murmured, sounding slightly worried about the situation.

“Yes, I'll go right away. While you will talk to Mr. Salt? Tell him to excuse me for a moment”

"Yes, I will do it"

“You're an angel, thank you for letting me know,” he said goodbye, gently caressing the side of your face and practically running to solve the problem you had just told him about.

The man looking at you curiously from the other side couldn't have been more than a couple of years older than Willy and he was handsome, dressed in a gray formal suit that was worthy of a businessman. You had heard that he had a lot of money and although at first the chocolatier was not very convinced, after thinking about it better he believed that it was a good time to expand his horizons; that included having more stores to sell more chocolates. He had told you about the idea and you had been excited about it, so you motivated him to contact interested businessmen.

Although you didn't really enjoy talking to strangers, you took a deep breath and walked over to where the man was to greet him.

“Mr. Salt?” you said timidly, to get his attention. He watched you for a moment and when he got a better look at you, then he smiled hugely.

“Just call me Henry, Henry Salt. It's my pleasure," he replied, reaching out to shake your hand a little longer than expected. "Are you Mr. Wonka's secretary?"

It wasn't the first time a guy thought that about you, after all you were always behind your boyfriend with that board in your hand, writing things down, checking the operation, and reminding him of everything, however, Willy had always said that you were his partner and he wouldn't expect anyone to disparage your position: this factory belongs to both of us, he always said. 

But it was easier to say yes than to explain all that.

“Something like that. He asked me to tell you that he had to attend to an emergency, but that he will be right back.”

"Oh, sure. There is no problem with it as long as you keep me company” he said happily.

The man was looking at you up and down, as if you were the most interesting thing he had seen in the factory so far, but you didn't notice it, because you were too focused on the thought of how Willy was handling the machinery.

“Did you like the factory?” you exclaimed, trying to get a topic of conversation that would kill the silence that had enveloped you.

You could tell that he was an educated man, because he immediately started talking to you about the structure of the building, finances, what a good investment it would be to open a branch and also about how much he loved chocolate.

“I have a daughter named Veruca. She is just a baby, but I hope to be able to give her everything she wants in the future. I only plan to work to fulfill her whims”

“Ow, that's sweet,” you tried to flatter. At least his motives were noble.

“She looks a little like you, actually. You are very beautiful"

You had to admit that the comment threw you off, but you still laughed nervously. Maybe he was just trying to be nice to you, so you could persuade Willy to close the deal with that man.

“Huh, I appreciate it, Mr. Salt.”

“What are your favorite chocolates? I imagine that being here you eat them in droves, right?” he murmured.

You hoped that with that the conversation would take a different direction, so you started talking to him about all the types of chocolates that Willy prepared for you: the sweet ones, some salty ones, the magical ones, the strange ones...

“But I think my favorites are definitely the mint chocolates. They may be simple, but Mr. Wonka prepares them in an exceptional way," you said dreamily, remembering that upon discovering it he had prepared an entire jar just for you.

“When the branch is open, you can stop by to eat all the mint chocolates you want. At a special price for special ladies”

You laughed at that, not so much out of desire but out of commitment to the potential client. Suddenly a hand was placed on your waist and when you turned in the direction of the body that had approached you, you noticed that it was who it could only be. You frowned slightly when you noticed that he was frowning, as if something had bothered him.

“I'm sorry I was late. Everything is in order now, would you like to accompany me inside, Mr. Salt?” he said. His voice sounded calm and stern, without that cheerful tone he always had, and he still had one hand planted firmly on your body.

“Of course,” the chocolatier made a sign for the opponent to start walking and he did not take his eyes off him at any time, noticing that Mr. Salt was looking at you with the same interest.

If he was unhappy with something, he didn't say it, and he just left a gentle kiss on your head.

“See you in a bit, okay?” You nodded and pushed him just a little, inviting him to follow the businessman you had just spoken to. He got lost down the hallway and you returned to your tasks, not imagining the feeling that was bubbling in your partner's chest.

“That man is a complete idiot.”

You were surprised to hear the boy use those words and, above all, by the furious tone with which he had expressed himself. You interrupted your tasks of making dinner to pay attention to him.

“Who are you talking about?

“From Mr. Salt, of course! I didn't sign the contract with him. Don't even think about it, he's a… a complete nutcase”

"What are you talking about? What happened?" you asked, completely surprised by what he was telling you. You put everything aside to approach him and held his face to analyze his expression: it was extremely strange to see him this upset “Honey?”

“He was flirting with you! Don't think I didn't notice, when I left, he... he started talking to you that way. And not satisfied with that, he called you my assistant and then he hinted that he wanted a romance with you. He said punctually: I hope that, if I open this new branch, you will send your pretty assistant to help me with everything necessary” he was red with anger as he said that and he had to breathe for a moment to compose himself. "So I told him immediately that there was no deal if he dared to talk about my wife like that.”

There was too much to process at once. You felt disgusted at the idea that another man had shown interest in you, but at the same time you were surprised by how he had reacted. Willy wasn't a possessive husband, but right now you were feeling something strange about this side of him.

“You don't have to worry about that…”

“Of course I have to. You're beautiful and I'm sure everyone realizes that, but I won't let anyone look at you like he was looking at you. It is my job to protect you and that includes not entering into relationships with those who want to take advantage of you.”

He sounded sincere and passionate when he spoke, convincing you that he was very serious about the matter. Contrary to what he expected, you smiled and cupped his cheeks again to kiss him on the lips. He melted at the touch, you knew it by the way his shoulders completely relaxed and his hands came up to hold your elbows during the seconds you were kissing him.

Once he was more relaxed, you spoke.

“It's all right, love. Can you calm down?” you asked him. Your hand began to gently caress his cheeks and your eyes looked pleading, something he couldn't resist. “You shouldn't have wasted such an opportunity, but... I appreciate that you rejected it. For me"

“I would do anything for you,” he said immediately. Suddenly he felt the urge to kiss you again and he did, deeply and lovingly. You didn't resist.

“You're my only boy, you know that? No one in the world could take me from your arms” 

“That's not my fear, I know that nothing can separate us” he assured you, smiling from ear to ear. That's how sure he was about yours, that agreed with the pair of rings on your fingers “Besides, there will be more opportunities, you don't have to feel guilty about anything.”

“I don’t,” you exclaimed, to reassure him. You knew he had done the right thing and you loved him for it “Are you hungry? I'm making you something for dinner” you confessed and then he nodded.

He could smell what you were cooking and when you reached out to stir the contents of the saucepan with a stick, he hugged you from behind, starting to talk about something more trivial than that failed business and feeling clearly relaxed, now that he knew he was and he would always be the only owner of your heart.

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[sketches4mysw33theart]

Whisky Kisses and Chocolate Dreams 

Synopsis: You are trying to enjoy a quiet night to yourself when a certain Mr Willy Wonka stumbles home from a night out ‘testing chocolate ingredients.’  

Word Count: 1.4k 

Warnings: Google Translated phrases (please let me know if these are wrong!)  

(I’m lowkey annoyed that Wonka didn’t speak other languages in the movie, because of course Gene Wilder did and it would make sense for young Wonka to as well considering he’s just come back from his travels, so you better believe I’m sticking it in here)  

Beyond the happily ever after, the takedown of the fearsome cartel, the rearrangement of the corrupt police force, the arrest of the despicable wash house owners, Noodle’s family reunion, and the return home of the scrubbers, there was you and Willy. Through everything.  

You accidentally stumbled across him on the first day he attempted to sell his chocolate in the Galleries Gourmet and, as his chocolate plan grew, continued to bump into him in the most unexpected of places. From the moment your eyes met, and a sweet smile rose on his face, the smile he glowed with as he watched the chocolate cartel fly away, sent Noodle home to her mother, toured the ruins of the castle that would become his cosmic axis, you and Willy were thick as thieves.  

Since then, Willy had been busy building his mini-empire, including his refurbished shop in the Galleries Gourmet (which had quickly become one of the most popular retailers in the city) and the opening of his brand-new factory, but never busy enough to neglect you. Because he took you with him, into his factory, into his living quarters, initially as Chief Operations Officer, regular taste tester, roommate and partner in crime, and eventually into the most freeing relationship you had ever had the pleasure of stumbling into.   

Willy’s friends visited, of course, and very often, especially Noodle. However, it was Miss Benz who Willy was out with one night when you were allowing yourself time to relax with a cup of hot chocolate and the latest funny papers.   

It was late, but not too late, and you were sat in the armchair in your bedroom. It had been your idea to keep separate bedrooms even after your relationship with the chocolatier had blossomed, tentatively suggested over an early breakfast, but Willy was eager to nod and agree. He worked a very strange schedule, sometimes sleeping in late and others bursting awake at the first sign of dawn, and often not slipping back between the sheets until the world was shadowed in darkness. Despite this, when your schedules matched up, neither would oppose the other sneaking into their room at night. 

In your room that night, the fire was roaring in the hearth, battling the oncoming autumn chill, and you were enjoying the stillness of the end of a busy day. Willy had gone out early afternoon, and you glanced towards the clock languidly, not particularly worried. Willy may have been prone to getting himself into tight spots, but you had no doubt that Miss Benz would stand for none of it.  

Still, you did wonder where they may be. It wasn’t unusual for Willy to disappear for hours and then show back up as though it had only been a few minutes, babbling about a new idea or the source of a new inspiration. But these were usually solitary adventures – he enjoyed devoting all his time to his friends when they were in town.   

Before your twinge of worry could teeter and threaten to overspill into a pool of anxiety, you heard the distinct sound of the front door clicking shut below. He was always extra quiet when coming home after dark. He never wanted to wake you.  

Not that this seemed particularly important to him on this night. Because, not ten seconds after the front door shut, there was a mighty bang like metal hitting wood, some unintelligible mumbled words, heavy footsteps, and finally a soft knock on your door.   

Before you could respond, your door flew open, and in flashes of purple and brown, a familiar body stumbled into your room, exclaiming your name. You were faced with Mr Willy Wonka, swaying slightly on his feet with his arms wide open. “Hello, my love!”   

He looked dishevelled, his coat crinkled, hair a mess beneath his slightly dented top hat and shirt tails hanging out over his trousers. Heaven only knew what had happened to his waistcoat.   

You watched him with your eyebrows raised as he took off his hat, patted down his curls, and turned on his heels around your room.   

“Hm, where did the coat rack go?” He mumbled to himself. You did not have a coat rack. He looked at you, biting down on your lip to stop from laughing at the state of him, and a dawn of realisation rose on his face. “Oh well, I suppose this will do.”  

He stumbled over to you and placed the hat, at an angle, on your head, adjusted it slightly, and then patted the top with a smile. Once he was satisfied, he turned and fell unceremoniously face down on your bed. That laughing smile grew unrestrained on your face as you plucked the hat from your head and put it carefully on the table beside you. “Willy?” You questioned, and he looked over at you with glazed-over eyes and a dopey grin.   

“Mmm?”  

“What are you doing?”  

“Having a lie-down.”  

“This is my room,” you said, humorously.   

“Then why are you sitting there like a goose?” He rolled over onto his back so he could look at you properly as he patted the empty side of the bed.  

You were quick to cast the paper you were engrossed in only a second ago to the side and slink into his open arms. But, getting up close to him allowed you a sudden realisation before you could settle down.  

“Willy, have... have you been drinking?!” You asked, unable to hold back your laugh as you noticed the scent of alcohol tingling your nostrils, the dreamy mist of his eyes, the twitching of his fingers.   

“No,” he responded quickly, defensively. “Miss Benz and I have been testing chocolate ingredients.”  

“Oh, and what were these ingredients?”  

He opened his mouth, then hesitated before replying, looking beyond you in thought. “Well, we started with rum for these incredible bottle-shaped Rum Babas I want to experiment with, there was quite a bit of that to taste, then we tried some liqueurs, lots of flavours, the cherry tasted just divine, a glass or two of champagne for truffles, and then we sampled some whisky for fudge. And then, I... well, then I was here. Come closer, I missed you.”  

He held you tightly, pulling you into his sweat-sheened skin until your nose brushed against the tautness of his neck. With this closeness, Willy took the opportunity to press a dozen soft, quick kisses to random planes of skin on your face, across your nose and cheeks and forehead and hurriedly closed eyelids. You could smell the overwhelming scent of whisky lingering on his breath as his lips stumbled across your face, but he pressed them to your own before you could comment.  

His kiss tasted interesting, a cocktail of numerous alcohols and, of course, chocolate, but his lips were as soft and gentle as they always were. You hoped that would never change.   

“Oh, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” he started mumbling as he pulled away, staring at you with wild eyes. “Mon amour, amore mio, meu amor, qīn’ài de, meine geleite – hm, wait, that’s not right. Meine.... Ah, meine geliebte.” Although the numerous ways of breathing a new lease of life into the sweet name he had for you tickled you pink, giggles bubbled up in your throat and tumbled from your lips as unrestrained as the whisky flowing on your lover's breath. He looked at you with a bemused expression that was hurriedly offset by a beaming smile. “Why are you laughing?! I’m expressing my love!”  

You didn’t bother to even try and stop the laughs escaping your body, but you did fight through them to make your excuses. “I know, I know, but... nevermind.” You dragged the heel of your hand over one of your eyes before looking at him earnestly, genuinely. “I love you.”  

He glowed at your words, lit up and grinning like a child at the foot of a Christmas tree. “I love you too,” he returned the sentiment with quiet vigour, stroking two trembling fingers against the protruding bone of your cheek.  

However, the moment was somewhat spoiled by the obnoxious yawn he released, barely covered by the hand that wasn’t touching your skin.  

“Come on,” you said, nudging him slightly until you could peel up your coverlet, “let’s go to bed.” He was eager to fall under the covers and pulled you closer instantly, so the bedspread fluttered down around you of its own accord.  

Held tight in his arms, you felt the softness of Willy’s lips whisper at your hairline, an everlasting goodnight kiss. Before you could press a kiss to his neck in return, he was already beginning to snore.   

#wonka 2023 #wonka movie #willy wonka #wonka #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet #chocolate cartel #fanfic

[beardedmrbean]

In the beloved children’s story by Roald Dahl, the golden ticket holders who won a once-in-a-lifetime trip to Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory were promised – and experienced – “a world of pure imagination”.

But children hoping for a similar magical experience at a £35-a-head event in Glasgow instead found what their parents described as an “incredibly underwhelming” damp squib.

Some of the children who had travelled from across Scotland and the north of England to Willy’s Chocolate Experience in Glasgow ended up in tears. The all-weekend event was abruptly cancelled only halfway through its first day, and police were called as anger grew.

Organisers House of Illuminati promised visitors a “journey filled with wondrous creations and enchanting surprises at every turn” and a day “where dreams come to life”.

The advertised attractions included an “enchanted garden” with giant sweets and an “imagination lab” that promised to transport the viewer into “the realm of creativity”.

But parents expecting the experience to recreate the magic of Dahl’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory were hugely disappointed.

Visitors said the event took place in a venue that was little more than “an abandoned empty warehouse” sparsely decorated with plastic props, a small bouncy castle and backdrops pinned to walls.

The furious reaction from parents prompted the organisers to close the event midway through Saturday, only hours after it had opened.

Police Scotland confirmed that officers were called to the event at the Box Hub Warehouse in Whiteinch, and said “advice was given” following complaints from unhappy visitors. House of Illuminati published an apology on its Facebook page and promised refunds over the coming days.

Visitor Shirley Bell wrote: “We had tickets for 1.15pm and didn’t even get in. They have shut it down as so many complaints. Apparently a few props and a couple of people dressed up and then wait for a packet a sweets and a wee lolly.

“Kids all dressed up and crying waiting for what they thought was going to be a magical experience. The organisers should be ashamed of themselves.”

Stuart Sinclair, 29, from Douglas, South Lanarkshire, took his two sons and four-year-old daughter to the attraction.

He told the Courier newspaper: “There was a guy wandering around apparently dressed as Willy Wonka but he didn’t seem interested. You then got inside and there were a couple of props and a plastic chocolate thing.

“In the next room, they had test tubes with jelly babies. I said to the kids at least they would get a bag of sweets but they gave them one single sweet each.”

Another parent posted on Facebook: “What an absolute farce, two upset kids. Cowboys.”

Eva Stewart, of East Kilbride, told BBC Scotland: “It was basically advertised as this big massive Willy Wonka experience with optical illusions and big chocolate fountains and sweets.

“But when we got there, it was practically an abandoned, empty warehouse, with hardly anything in it.”

A Facebook group was set up by those left angry and disappointed by the experience.

The Box Hub venue said it had only hired out the space and was not responsible for the exhibition.

Matthew Waterfield, the operations manager, told The Scottish Sun that House of Illuminati approached the venue a few weeks ago with a plan that “sounded great on paper” but “looked incredibly underwhelming”.

He said visitors “were very unhappy with the amount of money House of Illuminati had been charging for admittance”, adding: “Things started to get quite aggressive.”

In a post on Facebook, a House of Illuminati spokesman said: “Today has been a very stressful and frustrating day for many and for that we are truly sorry.

“Unfortunately, at the last minute we were let down in many areas of our event and tried our best to continue on and push through and now realise we probably should have cancelled first thing this morning instead.

“We fully apologise for what has happened and will be giving full refunds to each and every person that purchased tickets. We planned a fabulous event and it just did not take shape as planned and for that we are truly sorry.”

Glasgow City Council said its trading standards department had received one complaint and people should contact the organiser in the first instance to obtain a refund.

#nunyas news

[pastamansta]

🔥 Tim Burton (him as a person or his aesthetic, your choice!)

"Beetlejuice" (1988) reminds me a lot of another film I watched recently; "Tombstone" (1993). Sold by an aesthetic and a FANTASTIC performance from a side character, audiences were conned into loving a mediocre film. I'm not Lindsey Ellis, so don't expect me to talk about the cartoon.

"Batman" (1989) and its sequel is proof that Burton will not be giving up his aesthetic for God or money. Gotham is heavily disconnected from both the film and its source material, with little reason other than its director. There's a reason no one calls these "Keaton's Batmans," they call them "Burton's Batmans." Jack Nicholson is great as The Joker, but that's no hot take. The hot take is that Devito is too horny as The Penguin, and it makes me uncomfortable for a film that's already so sexual.

"Edward Scissorhands" (1990) is a bitter, bitter film where artist finally meets muse. Not, like, in the plot, but in the production. Depp and Burton were made for eachother... or at least that's what I'm supposed to think. This movie's just too messy, however, and can't decide where its focal point lies and leaves me wishing I had just watched "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" (2000) instead.

"Sleepy Hollow" (1999) leaves me, a fan of the original text, I know that's probably a weird thing to say, miffed, even if understanding. Outside of some pacing issues, it's a bold reimagining that feels like Burton attempting to get out of his comfort zone... but I just didn't need this story to be turned into an homage to B-horror. Go watch that Disney short, eh?

"Big Fish" (2003) is his best film. I am hardly qualified to speak on it, and even if I did, I would cry. So, you know, just go watch that shit.

"Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" (2005) is destined to be compared to "Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory" (1971), and why wouldn't it? In thirty-four years since the making of the original, not a single person worth listening to said "i need this done right," including Burton himself, which is why he tries to add so much, but no amount of additions changes the fact that he casted his muse instead of someone who could, you know, act like Wonka? So, you know, destined for failure and to be loved by everyone who won't watch movies made before 1987.

"Corpse Bride" (2005) is one of only two claymation films that Burton would actually direct, and he uses this time to steal a Jewish story and make it less Jewish. I don't like the ending or the songs and it feels like it could be cut in half and achieve the same effect.

"Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street" (2007) literally doesn't have the iconic opening number from the stage play??? Overall, there's rarely a pairing of source material and director that works as well as this one... If only I enjoyed the source material, eh? So dark, so bitter, so edgy, so... nothing. I never think about this movie. When I do, I think of Mrs. Lovett's dream sequence and remember the good old days of "Big Fish" (2003) when Burton liked to use color.

"Alice in Wonderland" (2010) is one of my guiltiest pleasures in all of film. It is the reason why every time Disney announces a live-action remake, my ears perk up. If all of them were as wild, unhinged, original, creative, and inspired as this one... Well, I think Disney might not be fucking bleeding money right now. No one ever even mentions that it's a sequel to the original animated film. A SEQUEL, not a remake. Sometime movie-goers surprise me with how little they think.

"Frankenweenie" (2012) blows. I don't care how unique it is, I do not like it.

"Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children" (2016) is one of the funniest remnants of the teen dystopia genre. Like, it hardly applies, but is trying SO HARD that it's unbelievable. Also, props to Mr. "Black People Aren't My Aesthetic" for casting Samuel L. Jackson as a dude who eats white babies. (I do not mean that.) Seriously, this is proof that Burton, as a modern director, should no longer be taken seriously.

"Dumbo" (2019) is AAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHA I FUCKING HATE THIS DUDE HOLY SHIT

If I didn't mention, I haven't seen it. Yes, I know I skipped some big ones. I may watch them one day, but I am in no rush.

[spiderh0rse]

freeman's mind notes part 3, e11-15.

e11

would derail the alien attack to call about bad chips

"I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO TAKE THE ELEVATOR." pit.

has seen Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade

wants a grappling hook foe swinging/climbing purposes

admits he keeps doing stupid things. Love a man with self awareness

has a passing understanding of spiderman

does Not try to save the guy in the elevator shaft

has seen willy wonka and the chocolate factory

whistling count three

would love to scare people by crashing through the roof

doesn't feel like climbing anymore! Gasp!

willing to touch a possible death laser. Seems only mildly confused when it doesn't hurt

turret bullets are worse than paintballs

breaks alarm clocks

up to 800 problems a minute solvable with dead man's gun

limbo... TWO

Admires the HEV suit construction

his roommate in college used to intrude on his half of the room. Implies he'd have liked to kill him

"hope, love, and submachine guns"

Tarzan yell :> simian instincts yet to subside

finds the turrets redundant

does a silly lil jump on the slippery floor

no longer cares about the donuts

e12

does at least know the origin of zombies

gman sighting.

willing to own an undead servant

though i can't recognize it by sound alone, I can only assume the language he speaks here is Haitian Creole.

wishes he couldn't care about living or dying

Slur count: three.

wants other people to die for him

fully expects the HECU to pin the blame for the murder on the victim

given the way gordon frequently runs his mouth when scared he genuinely does seem scared here. He was all set to have a rescue team, and now he's left hanging. Ground swept out from under him!

rambles about how he definitely isn't going to think about having killed a guy

stresses to the soldiers that he has a DOCTOR'S DEGREE

limbo mention

seems somewhat bothered by murdering people. Only somewhat but he clearly isn't just brushing it off immediately

climbs some stuff :>

delighted to find surface access

ah yeah the law he references about murder being legal in texas under absurd circumstances? No clue about that. Cool though if at all true

e13

plans to get drunk that night. This of course does not happen

implies he gets drunk every night

...you can't tell people you're on their side by killing them, Gordon

"I JUST WANT TO GO HOME" i getcha, buddy

keeps saying inane things when panicking

"Ehhh," nervous lil noise

repeats "fast climb" or "climb fast" until they blur into each other

just wants to LEAVE

detours to kill another bug. With bullets this time.

saga of impact damage continues

first generation morlok... Says he'll hold off on the cannibalism until the vending machines run dry. Cannibalism lose

thinks you really can't have too many guns

bugged by making the proper choices leading to more danger

FHE SYLLABLE COUNT WAS OFF MY MAN KNOWS RHYME SCHEMES. he's so smart. So snark. If you'll excuse me being a little incoherent for fun

fifteen counts of self defense with an automatic weapon. Of course.

accepts he'll have to get a new job

wants cheetos :'(

he HATES daylight savings time. It's employed by The Man.

expects to be polygraphed at another company

wouldn't mind being a corporate spy and selling out Black Mesa

wants to retire early

oh dude don't pay any mind to freud

string theory crowd includes one Steve and Richard, who may or may not be sacrificing goats, possibly for use in their cookouts. String theory crowd are cultists.

Steve and Richard have called the cops on Gordon. Rude. Probably warranted.

would LOVE to scare people in their offices from the vents. Especially to get the office for himself.

e14

gives up on dying in a hole to get food. this seems to be the only reason he leaves, because he'd get hungry. Is. Is he okay

considers putting an alligator in the air ducts

does NOT like the accusation that he's responsible for the mess

lead can't lie to you

"do you know if leptons are really compound particles?" They are Not! It's a very nerdy way of saying "No!"

"beep" as he presses a button

apologizes repeatedly to some guy he almost shoots

wants to own a water park but considers this far-fetched enough to require a wish

more guns = higher qol

cthulu dogssss makes me wanna pet em

yes the coverup is impractical that's correct. It's happening anyways

"beep beep beep" :)

likes the red lights telling him of the doom ahead

hums AGAIN. first reminds me of a shitty imperial march

he wants to build a house, have a fast elevator, servants.

happy to have a vehicle

doesn't WANT to be fighting nonstop

keeps repeating the alarm beeps

shocked at the giant radioactive PUDDLE i love to launch myself into in game

does seem unconcerned at the thought of going to the doctor. Just resigned.

e15

worst case scenario brain cancer. Cancer mentions up to two

cthulu dogs now named SNOT MONSTER

ticks off all the near death experiences he's had today. clearly thinking about em

contemplates that the spill from the trams is the same one as with the giant tubes

slaps himself TWICE. SIR.

always wished he could ride pneumatic tubes everywhere

he is a gopher! :D

doesn't think dog catchers get given shotguns. They have to bring their own.

would like to prank call a dog catcher with a SNOT MONSTER. and tape the results

knows better than to get bit by a radioactive animal

further analysis and hate on spiderman science

hates awkward pauses

laughs at sending houndeyes flying with shotgun blasts

physics still has priority over shooting stuff

doesn't want to join the military for Two (2) reasons. They'd order him around. They'd make him shave his beard.

"COMBO PLATTER" goof.

very good at hide and seek.

has never tried or wanted to kill the president

wasnt worried about missing a jump, but the catwalk collapsing as he hit it

doesn't know Morse code. Loser.

noise music hater. Incorrect.

grossed out by meat yet again

buddy your grenade won't do shit here

"that's not a rope" sick hlvra- (shot dead)

soooooooo irritated at his blood shell

wants earplugs

#freeman's mind #gordon freemind #mindverse #rmanotes

[blaaaaask]

This is madness

Hear me out, this was what my head canon was for new Willy Wonka:

Willy Wonka is played by Ben Affleck

Ever since he inherited the factory from the previous 'Willy Wonka' he has been on a downward spiral of hell. Trying to get a new 'Willy Wonka' to take his place is impossible in this modern era because children suck, and each year he attempts a 'golden ticket' tour to the factory in hopes that one day he can fucking retire by finding the perfect child to con into taking on the business.

Harrison Ford is Charlie's grandpa.

I don't remember Grandpa's name, so we're going with Grandpa Ford.

~Charlie has no other grandparents because they're all divorced or dead.

~Charlie (I don't know child actors so pick whatever you want) sometimes visits Grandpa Ford but not super often which spurs Grandpa Ford to want to plan a fun trip to bond with his grandson.

~Grandpa Ford thinks the Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory is super cool and so he keeps buying candy bars until he gets the Golden Ticket.

~Scene where Ford is like 'Charlie, look, we get to go to the Chocolate Factory!' but Charlie is on his iPad screaming about Roblox. By the time Charlie hears him, he's like 'Grandpa, that's so unkewl, why the heck would I want to go to a factory? Can't you just give me money for Robucks?" (Is that what it's called? Lol)

~Charlie is forced to go

~WonkaFleck has everyone sign papers. There is at least 1 parent who is trying to read through it all, but their child is throwing a tantrum so they end up saying 'fuck it' and signing it.

~The whole group of odd people have their mini solo scenes including:

-Kid who is allergic to Blue Dye 4000 and like, totally eats something very artificially blue because their parent is too busy on dating apps to pay attention. This kid doesn't make it far. They balloon up so much kid would need like, 20 epipens or something. WonkaFleck like 'not my problem you signed the papers saying you would be responsible for your own actions here'

~Kid who literally touches everything. EVERYTHING. EVERY. THING. You? Touched. Food? Touched. Machine? Touched. WonkaFleck gets kind of rage-y and tells this kid 'NO. STOP.' But kid's mom is a tiger mom and she jumps in and rips into Wonka about "we do not use the word 'no' in our household" and "how dare he think he can parent her child?" They do not last.

~One kid who stands uncomfortably close to people and stares. STARING. And everytime you try to speak to them they don't talk back, they just stare harder. Unblinking. WonkaFleck does not think he can withstand that level of terror in his life, so when the lights flick off (which is actually quite common in this facility) he boots the child into a candy flattener and we all know where that's going.

~We discover that Grandpa Ford is incredibly useful in the tour because he is one of the few people who can read things in cursive.

~At least 5-10 of the kids go around with phones and ipads taking FaceTimes of all the trade secrets and business practices.

~Wonkafleck trying to stop them by putting a ban on electronics, but they don't listen or they steal back their phones/items and their parents are like 'lol kids will be kids, am I right?'

~Grandpa Ford is at least respectable and had forced Charlie NOT to bring any electronics on the trip. The child cries like, 99/100 times the other kids have their electronics out, though.

~Wonkafleck finally destroys all electronics in one of his many rooms of weird shit.

~Grandpa Ford is incredibly good at storytelling, conversing, and trying to help resolve the problems of the children even though their problems are incredibly petty. Wonkafleck is undeniably sad that Grandpa Ford is pushing 90s or he would have forced him to take over the factory.

~Oompa loompas are actually regular people just wearing bright orange haz vests because gotta practice safety, yo

~But also they realize the factory is like, 4 million degrees in some spots and WonkaFleck is like 'sorry, this is a big place, I can't afford air in here'

~Also one room a chocolate "water tower" breaks because of these bad safety protocols and takes out half the tourist group but WonkaFleck is like 'do I look like I give a damn?'

~Grandpa Ford and Charlie do get into a little trouble by taking some candy, but it's because Grandpa Ford wants to 'take a little piece with him' to remember the trip by. Charlie just like 'uh huh, okay grandpa.' Doesn't question it.

~By the end, everyone be dead but Charlie and Grandpa Ford. But Wonkafleck is like 'you guys stole shit.'

~Charlie, realizing he means the candy, takes it out of his pocket and gives it back to Wonkafleck and is like 'here you go, mister.'

~Wonkafleck, totally moved by the fact that this child did something respectable, decides this is it. This might be the child to take over the helm of the factory. He's like "Charlie, since you were honest I'm going to give you a wonderful deal. Take this factory from me. You can inherit everything."

~Grandpa Ford like "oh wow, factory" totes bamboozled

~Charlie like, "No thanks, mister, I don't want it."

~Wonkafleck, almost loses his shit, barely holding on by a thread, is like "what you mean you don't want this factory???"

~Charlie says "I don't really like candy. I like energy drinks. And Robucks."

~Everyone is like 'flmlenwgngegbagbwgeljage'

~Grandpa Ford says, "Charlie, you can buy those things with the money you make from the factory."

~Charlie gives grandpa a weird look. "Why would I want to work for money when I can just ask for it??"

~Wonkafleck woes his fucking life. He rages a bit, then motherfuckin' skips outta the scene and jumps into a hot air balloon to reach the highest peak of the city so he can scream for all eternity.

~The End

What I actually thought after I saw the real trailer for Willy Wonka:

Wow I am totally off, lol.

#Willy Wonka #Wonka Movie #Willy Wonka 2023 #storytime #Ben Affleck #Harrison Ford #charlie and the chocolate factory #Weird fan story #if I were a filmmaker #But like all the worst plot #Me making bad predictions without seeing anything #children being children #I should get off the internet more #sorry not sorry #so if you've seen the movie did I hit any points HAHA #I'll stop

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how do you think the roys would fare in willy wonkas chocolate factory (including or excluding logan)

#succession #willy wonka #succession hbo

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Good & Evil - Twist Heroes

Welcome to the final entry of Good & Evil: A Study of Heroes & Villains. I’ve been discussing different forms of heroic and villainous characters, different types of protagonists and antagonists, and providing examples of them each from various sources. To finish off this fourteen-part madness - in inevitable fashion - we turn to the polar opposite of our previous entry. Last time I talked about Twist Villains…so, to conclude this special series, let’s discuss Twist Heroes. Twist Heroes usually don’t get as much attention as Twist Villains, but they’ve been around at least as long as their mirror images. Twist Heroes work the exact same way, but in reverse format: they are characters who are seemingly evil for a good chunk of the story, only for it to eventually be revealed they are actually the good guys. While almost never the main protagonist (because if they were, the twist would be ruined almost inevitably), they are nevertheless a fascinating archetype, and they have a decided place in fiction.

One of the greatest family movies of all time is also home to perhaps the quintessential example of a Twist Hero: “Slugworth,” from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. In the original book (as well as most other adaptations of “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” by Roald Dahl), this character did not exist, but in the 1971 film adaptation, it was decided to include a special antagonistic figure who would sort of tie the film together. Slugworth is a perfect example of how Twist Heroes function: when we first meet him, we know the name Slugworth belongs to Wonka’s arch-nemesis and chief business rival, an unscrupulous candy maker who constantly strives to be better than the master chocolatier, and will go to any lengths to get that recognition. The man who calls himself by that name certainly seems to fit the bill: an imposing, scarfaced figure dressed all in black, with a slimy demeanor and an unsettling sort of quality to his voice, always framed in intimidating lighting and angles. In the end, however, this creepy, nasty fellow is revealed to not actually be Slugworth at all, but a human employee of Wonka’s called “Mr. Wilkinson,” whose whole purpose was to test the integrity of Charlie Bucket and the other Golden Ticket winners. While Slugworth/Wilkinson is not a major character in the story, on the whole, the impact he has on the tale, and the twist of his true identity, is one of the most memorable portions of the film.

A much older example is found in Alfred Hitchock’s silent adaptation of “The Lodger.” In the original novel of the same title, the titular character is a mysterious man who is heavily implied to be Jack the Ripper. Later screen versions of the story would remove the implications and make it blatantly clear that the Lodger is the infamous serial killer. However, in Hitchcock’s rendition, the story is changed in a different way: when the Lodger first appears, he certainly looks the part of a sinister villain, dressed up like he’s on his way to audition for a role in “The Shadow,” moving and speaking in a highly suspicious manner. And as the story goes on, his strange activities and actions only seem to incriminate him further. However, it’s eventually revealed the Lodger is NOT the killer…far from it, in fact! He’s actually an innocent man trying to CATCH the killer, and is unfairly persecuted by suspicious people.

A more recent example is Sirius Black from “Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.” At the start of the story, everybody believes that Sirius Black is a traitor and a blackguard, his name almost as feared and reviled as that of Lord Voldemort himself. The popular belief is that Black was a spy working for Voldemort, and betrayed Harry Potter’s family to the evil wizard, leading to their destruction. Not only that, but he is believed to have completely disintegrated the person who many believe tried to stop him, Peter Pettigrew, leaving nothing but his finger behind. After spending years locked up in Azkaban - quite possibly the worst prison in the history of fiction - Black has gone half-mad with simmering hatred and a lust for revenge…but towards the end of the story, it’s revealed these negative desires aren’t for the reasons one might expect. It turns out that Black NEVER betrayed the Potters, and NEVER harmed Peter Pettigrew. Indeed, Pettigrew turns out to be the REAL traitor, and it was Sirius who tried to stop him, not the other way around. Pettigrew then faked his death, which led to Black being framed. Once the reality of Black’s loyalty is unveiled, he ends up becoming a major ally to Harry and his friends for the next two books/films.

Not all Twist Heroes are as overtly “villainous” as the preceding examples. The Boss from Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater is a much more unusual breed, for instance. The Boss, at the start of the game, is Naked Snake’s closest friend and most cherished mentor. Early on, however, it’s revealed she is apparently a traitor, working for the very enemy both are sworn to fight, and has apparently been on their side for a good long time. Even after this evidently villainous reveal, however, the Boss remains a sympathetic antagonist right up until her final defeat. The Twist comes when, after said defeat, Snake learns the truth behind the Boss’ apparent defection from their sides. Both he and the players quickly realize that the Boss was never actually the villain at all, and died just as good a woman as she started out to be. The mystery of the Boss, therefore, becomes less about the surprising reveal of a good person presumed to be bad, and more about the shocking truth behind what made her the hero she really was: it’s about her inner motives rather than anything superficial.

All of these examples so far had to wait till near the end of the story for the Twist to be unveiled, but this isn’t always the case. Especially in longer forms of media, such as television, the Twist Hero can still be surprising and pop up much sooner than one would expect. A favorite example of this for me is the character of Van Hohenheim from “FullMetal Alchemist: Brotherhood.” At the start of the show, Van Hohenheim is presumed to be the Big Bad of the series. Considering the main villain of the series, simply known as “Father,” looks and sounds exactly like him - not to mention the fact he’s apparently a deadbeat dad who abandoned his own children, our main protagonists, and may or may not be partially responsible for the death of his wife - you can forgive one for believing that. However, Van Hohenheim is only suspected of being the bad guy in the show for the first season or two; it doesn’t take too long before the truth is revealed. It turns out that “Father” is sort of an evil twin character (sort of, it’s…VERY complicated), and the actual Van Hohenheim is a tender-hearted and caring person who loves his family a great deal. Every evil thing he was believed to have done was, in fact, simply him trying to protect that family, as well as the world itself.

In many ways, the Twist Hero can almost be seen as a subset of the Misunderstood Villain archetype. The two can collide, but they are not necessarily the same thing. Misunderstood Villains aren’t necessarily heroes in disguise, so to speak, they’re simply characters who are not as evil as they at first appear. Indeed, Misunderstood Villains, by definition, don’t have to be “heroes” at all. Twist Heroes, either by choice or by the whims of fate, have their true selves hidden, and the moment when their real goodness comes to the surface is a major part of the plot. In the end, however, both of these archetypes teach us the exact same lesson: one shouldn’t judge a book by their cover. Sometimes people who seem to be wicked and treacherous are really good people. They just either have a strange way of going about their business, or they have to pretend to be worse than they really are for the greater good. The Twist Hero shows us that good people can come from all kinds of different places. Like all heroic archetypes, they represent Hope: the kind that can flourish in the darkest places. Beacons of light, hidden in the shadows.

With that, we come to the end of this series. So, what have we learned from all this analysis of the fourteen different archetypes I’ve looked into?

While we’ve learned the differences between these various different types of characters, I think it’s fair to say that in doing so, a universal truth has also come to light. That universal truth is what Heroic characters and Villainous characters actually represent. As I said, Heroic Archetypes - regardless of what they are (and this includes Redeemed Villains, who are essentially bad guys turning good) - are symbols of hope. In some form or another, they all act as optimistic ideals, and tell us that the world and the people in it can be better than they currently are. Villainous Archetypes (including Fallen Heroes; good guys going bad) are cynical cautionary tales: they warn the audience of what can happen if one puts their trust in the wrong people, or in the wrong ideals. Like I said a while back, it boils down to a basic argument: all Heroic Archetypes universally stand up and declare, “There is good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for.” All Villainous Archetypes stand up and reply, “Don’t be so sure.” Take that information how you will. Thank you all for joining me, and I hope you’ve enjoyed the ride!

#good and evil #a study in heroes and villains #protagonists #antagonists #character types #archetypes #twist heroes #analysis #mutant toys #toy story #van hohenheim #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fma brotherhood #fma #the boss #metal gear solid 3 #mgs3 #mgs #metal gear solid #slugworth #willy wonka and the chocolate factory #sirius black #harry potter #the lodger #the lodger 1927 #the avenger #billy butcherson #hocus pocus #and for the epilogue image

[acacia-may]

Honestly, given how Dorothy Unsworth is personality wise and what kind of magic she has, I'm rather curious which songs you would put on her playlist <3

Hi Anon! As much as I absolutely adore Dorothy as a character, I'll admit she was not the easiest for me to find songs for so this one was a little bit difficult for me. 😅 I hope you'll like what I ultimately came up with for her though. I tried to include lots of options so hopefully you'll like at least a few of them! Thank you so much for the ask! 💕

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows by Lesley Gore (YouTube Link)

Brain & Heart by Melanie Martinez (YouTube Link)

Top of The World by The Carpenters

Pure Imagination from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (YouTube Link) [A/N: Should probably be a bonus song, but the title only fit in the middle so it's on the playlist😅]

Air Balloon by Lily Allen (YouTube Link)

Make Your Own Kind of Music by Mama Cass Elliot (YouTube Link)

C'Mon by Panic! At The Disco & fun. (YouTube Link)

Bonus (For Kicks and Giggles): "You Make My Dreams" by Daryl Hall & John Oates (YouTube Link) [A/N: I amuse myself 😅😂]

Thanks for playing my Mini-Playlist Ask Game! 😊

#dorothy unsworth #dorothy unsworth playlist #black clover playlists #thanks for the ask and for playing #this is probably the one that has taken me the longest so far #i hope you like it #answered anons #playlist ask game

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Idea for a movie marathon :FAntasy Musicals

Dunno if I would do this but it would be fun to do a marathon themed around live action fantasy musicals ,I personally would only do 4 to 6 movies ,nominees include

WIzard of Oz

5000 Fingers of DR T

Pied Piper of Hamlin

Tom Thumb

Peter Pan

Babes in Toyland

Mary Poppins

CInderella

DOnkeyskin

WIlly Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

Alice in Wonderland

The Little Prince

The Wiz

Labyrinth

Into the Woods

CInderella

@ariel-seagull-wings @metropolitan-mutant-of-ark @angelixgutz @princesssarisa @the-blue-fairie @amalthea9 @themousefromfantasyland

[baronvonkrieger]

Tim Burton presents the Wednesday Show.

The trailer for the new Wednesday show by Tim Burton has been released, it is very well done, and I think it gives you an excellent idea of what the show will be like. Since 1991, with the release of “The Addams Family”, the character of Wednesday was reinvented, and has since become a fan favorite. For those who are in love with the way Wednesday was re-imagined by Scott Rudin, and portrayed by Christina Ricci, this should be a show you’ll enjoy. Ricci practically stole the film with her portrayal of Wednesday, and the way the character has been portrayed since have been largely been based on that version. Tim Burton must have been a fan of her portrayal, because he cast Christina Ricci as  Katrina Van Tassel, in his film “Sleepy Hollow”. It also seems that when it came to the Addams Family, Tim Burton had little interest in anything else that has made the Addams Family popular, since they were introduced in the New Yorker magazine in 1938.

For 84 years, Charles Addams has captured the imagination of many, and it wasn’t about Wednesday Addams for most of that. If your interests in the Addams Family is more then the way Christina Ricci portrayed Wednesday, you might be disappointed. For many fans, it has been about the romantic love of Gomez and Morticia, which was introduced by John Astin in the 1964. There was a real meltdown of many fans, when the actors portraying Gomez and Morticia were released. Instead of Raul Julia or John Astin as the romantic father, they got Luis Guzman. He may be closer to the way Charles Addams drew Gomez (which was a caricature of then New York Mayor Tom Dewey), but for those who were looking for Gomez to be the romantic Latin figure he was in the original series or the 1990s films, this was a major disappointment. It was like expecting a sirloin steak, and instead being served a Whopper from Burger King. It didn’t help that Netflix kept putting out photos of the New Gomez and Morticia, which gave the wrong impression that the beloved couple would play a bigger part in the series.

The truth is, Tim Burton could have cast anyone as Gomez Addams, including Paul Rubens. You won’t be seeing much of Gomez, Morticia, or even Pugsley or Lurch. This is Wednesday’s series, and the rest of the family, and the wonderfully creepy house they live in, are either in the background or non existent. This is really a show for Wednesday fans only, which makes sense, as Tim Burton has always preferred doing projects involving misfit loners, who most of the world just doesn’t understand. If a character like Willy Wonka, doesn’t have have have personal trauma that he must deal with, don’t worry, Burton will make sure the character is given personal issues, For “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” Burton invented a father for Wonka played by Christopher Lee, who was a dentist who opposed Wonka being a candy maker, just so Wonka would be just one more character that has feelings of alienation. Why would Burton want to make a show about a family that supports each other?  

For Wednesday, Buton manages to turn Charles Addams child of woe, to full blown psycho. In order to punish some bullies for going after tormenting her brother Pugsley, she drops some Piranha in a swimming pool of students. As they escape from the pool, one doesn’t quite make it. As his face looks tortured, blood emerges from the water around him. As he reaches the ladder to leave the pool, Wednesday’s voice over says “I did the World a favor, because people like Dalton shouldn’t be allowed to procreate.” So castration is just punishment for her brother being shoved into a locker? So I guess it does, according to Burton’s Wednesday.  Will I be seeing this new series. No. I love the wonderfully creepy house they live in, and how supportive the family are of each other. This will be lacking in the new series. Perhaps my feelings for seeing this film, is best summed up in a cartoon Charles Addams drew in 1962. 

#Charles Addams #the addams family #Wednesday Addams #Whatever happened to Baby Jane? #Tim Burton #Netflix

[asteinbergarts102-04]

Brainstorming Logos

Weeks seven and eight consisted of choosing characters to turn into a logo. When looking at the outline I saw an example of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. I knew a lot about this movie and knew it would be familiar to my fellow classmates as well. The brainstorming was harder than I thought it was going to be. I kind of had an idea of what I wanted to include in my logo for Mr. Wonka himself but I was stumped on what to design for the Oompa Loompas. I went ahead working on my Wonka logo in Illustrator before completing my sketches for the Oompa Loompas. I knew I wanted to incorporate the famous glasses seen in Johnny Depp's version of the film and the top hat seen in both films. After working on that logo for a bit, I decided I wanted to use the side profile of an Oompa Loompa and surround it with mini chocolate bars to display their job in the factory.

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❪⠀🪐.⠀love of a lifetime⠀𓏔⠀han jisung⠀❫

☆ㅤhave you ever wondered how the queen of hearts achieved the throne?⠀★⠀2.8k words

content: info,, alice in wonderland + charlie and the chocolate factory au, reader is niece of willy wonka, han jisung is the prince of hearts (little brother of the white queen). warnings,, mentions of death, injuries and blood, read under your own risk. note,, as an answer to this (@bbybearcubbs). when i first saw that han video i thought of vampire han, but i do have something to say about this (i love it thank u very much for the tag ♡) 一 first of all, wonderland is one of my fav universes, i'm a sucker for all its retellings and lately i've been obsessing over fantasy aus. second of all, han is in my bias line and lately i've been obsessing over him a lot, so perfect timing. and lastly, i wrote this because just thoughts didn't seem enough.

You haven't seen the white rabbit yet. Your uncle had promised you that you could say hello to him, even if you were lucky to play with him, just as you had done the last time you had visited Wonderland, years ago, but there was no sign of him. You had found distractions, of course, in the kitchen of the Mad Hatter's house 一the place where you were staying一, helping your uncle find the perfect recipe for his Wonka chocolate and baking your own cakes. Many people wondered how Willy Wonka could possibly create treats that did such marvelous things, but few knew that every so often he would visit the land where dreams and nightmares came true and take a bit of its magic with him, with the stealth of a thief in the night, to feed his chocolate factory.

You were determined to follow in his steps, insisting on attending his meetings and helping him make decisions, just as your best friend did with her father, the Mad Hatter. Both she and the Cheshire Cat's troublesome son, Minho, would often show you their favorite places, including you in their wicked pranks and filling your heart with mischief. But the pocket watch the white rabbit had given you so long ago weighed heavy in your skirt pocket, constantly reminding you of its presence, and you needed to ask about its origin.

Every time you picked it up, time seemed to move slower. Back home, it was like a firm reminder that Wonderland did exist and was not a product of your imagination, and even if you had come to lose it, within minutes it would reappear on your pockets, somehow bound to you with magic. Its hands would speed up when your heart did, and time would stop when you fell asleep. Every time you asked him, Wonka would shut down, denying you the answers you craved.

But the damn rabbit was nowhere to be found.

At least until Minho confessed to you that he used to come at tea time, eternally punctual, to toast with his old friends, the Mad Hatter and the March Hare, and enjoy their company for a few seconds. You were not supposed to come, you were even forbidden to, but everyone knew the location of the long table where they held their encounters. You always helped bake the pastries that were served, so you could pretend you wanted to help move them there, and then linger around.

Your plan was working perfectly, you thought, when you peeked out from behind the tree where you had been hiding and saw the little white creature perched on the table, listening to Cheshire talk while sipping from an amusing mug that was stamped with pikes and clovers. You picked up your pocket watch, its hands racing with the adrenaline coursing through your veins, and waited for the rabbit to pick up his own, as you had seen him do years ago, and exclaim, with a terrified wince, "I'm late!"

By now you didn't care exactly what appointments he could have in his busy schedule, you only focused on running, chasing him, once you saw him leave the table, the small pointed branches of the narrow path he had decided to go down leaving scratches on your arms.

"I just want to ask you one thing!" you pleaded, your hair tangling in the leaves and your skirt raised to your knees to avoid tripping. You knew you were approaching the White Queen's castle, and you needed answers before the rabbit slipped away and you were forbidden the entry for not belonging to the Court. That was something you couldn't allow.

"I'm late!" you heard him shout, rage blinding you.

Your muscles protested, exhausted, at the strain you were putting them under, but despite the astonishing speed at which the animal was advancing, you were still human, and therefore larger in size. Your strides were wide and precise, and before long you had it a few steps away, almost feeling its velvety fur on your fingertips, until you managed to grab it by the ears and you fell, surrendered, your back leaning against the castle wall and the rabbit rolling in your hands.

"When I was seven years old you gave me a pocket watch," you told him, holding him in front of you, "and it hasn't stopped following me since. Tell me why."

The white rabbit bit you once, and then twice, even more, until you let him go, hissing, its tiny teeth opening wounds in your wrists, and you try to cover the injuries, unsuccessfully, your brow furrowed in pain. The animal was still in front of you, looking at you curiously, its snout twitching and moving his paw nervously against the ground.

"I remember you."

"Thank goodness," you gasped, grimacing when you saw blood on your hands. You would have to go home as soon as possible to wash up and bandage yourself before it got infected or even worse.

"Your uncle asked for my help when you were little," he explained, rummaging through the pockets of his vest anxiously, his ears twitching at the slightest sound around you. "You were sick," he continued, looking at you with curiosity, almost as if he were analyzing you, "you were going to die."

You felt your breath catch in your throat, and you looked at him with wide-open eyes, as if he had just slapped you. The effect of his words had indeed been the same, and the apologetic look from the white rabbit confirmed that you hadn't misheard.

"William Wonka knew that only here could he find a long-term solution," he continued, his movements more composed, approaching you to place a paw on your knee, trying to convey comfort that neither of you felt. "Your life is linked to that clock. The closer the hour hand is to twelve, the closer you are to death. When your heart stops beating, the clock will stop working."

You saw him gently stroke your leg, some kind of non-verbal apology, and after twitching his ears in alarm, he disappeared, hopping quickly towards the entrance of the castle. Your heart raced, the white rabbit's words echoing in your mind, and you clumsily stood up, your bloodied hands leaving a crimson trail on the stone wall and the plants at your feet. You tried to reach for the watch you always kept in your pocket, the contact with the thick fabric of your dress stinging like twisting a dagger in the wound, tormenting you.

It wasn't there.

Surely you had lost it in the forest. Perhaps when you had ducked behind the tree, too focused on not being discovered, or in your hurried run through the woods, your attention fixed on the blurry white figure of the rabbit. Maybe you had even dropped it when you had landed on the ground, too busy trying to keep the animal from running away from you. In any case, you didn't have it now. You tried to rummage through the ground, but all you found were thorny rose bushes that worsened the condition of your hands. You felt your skin raw, the few bites you had suffered adding to the scratches from your run, and you plucked a rose from the wall, ignoring how the thorns dug into your skin.

Had your uncle lied to you, too much of a coward to admit that if he had discovered magic it had been for trying to save you? Had he taken all the credit for something he owed to you? It was you who had the ideas that you then helped to make real. You were the one who created everything he sold. And he still treated you like a child. He had gambled with your life, not knowing if the spell that bound you to the clock could work, and had taken you to the Netherworld, where you could have died. What if the magic hadn't worked outside Wonderland? Why hadn't he given you the option of staying with the Mad Hatter's family, growing up and then being able to decide for yourself?

"Looking for this?" asked a sweet voice behind your back.

You turned, expecting anything but a boy your age, with a shy smile curving his heart-shaped lips and wavy hair lightly covering his eyes. He had it disheveled, matching the rumpled black velvet suit and unbuttoned crimson vest. He looked like he had just run a marathon, his chest rising and falling at full speed, as if he was getting away from something. And most importantly, he had your precious pocket watch on the palm of his hand.

"Yes" you affirmed, looking at him hopefully, "give it to me, please."

After all, as much as you hated your uncle, or the white rabbit, that watch was still your heart, and you needed it to keep breathing. The boy approached you, frowning when he saw your hands, and the white rose you held tightly, the drops of blood sliding down the stem and staining its petals vermilion red.

"What happened to you there?" he whispered, pulling a snow-white handkerchief from his suit jacket pocket and taking your hand gently, his black gloves gentle against your skin as he tried to cover the wounds with the cloth.

"Eh! What are you doing!?" someone exclaimed from your right, a group of steel soldiers of the White Queen hurrying to where you were standing.

You looked at the boy with terror-filled eyes, and grabbed your watch from him, your heart again pounding, opening it and watching the second hands spinning at full speed. You had to calm down. The minute hand was over the number ten, and you didn't know what it meant, but the hour hand was closer to eleven than it had ever been. It couldn't all be over at that moment. That wasn't going to be the end of you, it couldn't be.

But the soldiers were approaching, and in the state you were in you knew you weren't going to get very far. Not when those magic-filled but soulless figures were trained to be agile and determined in their work. Perhaps you could reason with the White Queen, explain to her what had happened. It was all the fault of that blissful white rabbit. She would understand. Minho had told you that she was generous and benevolent, everyone loved her.

"The Queen's assassin!" the soldiers shouted, rushing at you, pinning you down with superhuman strength, as if you posed some kind of threat. But you hadn't killed anyone, how was it possible…? You made eye contact with the boy in black and red and saw perfectly the way his eyes glowed with mischief.

"You have her white handkerchief," he told you, his lips moving but barely letting out a sound, "and blood on your hands."

You sharpened your gaze, a wave of rage flooding your soul, feeding off the constant pain that refused to leave your hands, and the betrayal you had just endured. You let them guide you into the palace. You had to think fast because no one would believe you. Would your uncle defend you if you called him? Would the rabbit explain that the blood was yours? Would the boy intercede for you? You couldn't trust them. And Minho had no power in the Court, neither did the Mad Hatter nor his daughter. You were alone, relying on yourself. And you wouldn't let yourself down.

The floor of the throne room looked like a chessboard, the space in front of the throne covered by a plush white carpet. They set you free, and you hissed when you felt the gentle breeze against your wounded skin. By now, your beige dress was covered in crimson stains, your watch gripped so tightly between your fingers that your knuckles were white, and the rose still held firmly, as if it was a lifeline. You heard the boy with the heart-shaped smile climb the stairs to stand next to the throne, and you looked up, ready to plead for mercy before the White Queen. But the one you made eye contact with was a child, her fine and light hair cascading like frozen water, giving you a look of deep hatred.

"We found her trying to escape outside the west wall," one of the guards reported, "fortunately, the Prince of Hearts caught her first."

So, the Prince of Hearts. That was the boy's title.

"Kill her," the girl murmured, forming fists with her hands, "cut off her head, stab her heart, I don't care. Make her pay for my mother's death."

A sepulchral silence fell in the room, her last words leaving an echo hard to ignore. You lowered your gaze, contemplating your options. The only thing you could offer was your services as a pastry chef, but you didn't know if a life dedicated to locking yourself away to make cakes was what you wanted. Even facing death, seclusion sounded terribly wrong. You watched as one of the bloody petals detached and fell to the ground, a reddish drop sliding down the stem and falling shortly after, staining the carpet in a way that would be hard to remove.

"Lily," said the Prince of Hearts, and you raised your head, paying attention to the firm words coming from his mouth, wondering if they would be pure lies, or if, for a change, he would defend you. "Your mother didn't teach you to judge without letting the person defend themselves."

"My mother won't be able to teach me anything else because she's dead," the princess protested, not even looking at him, "and she is to blame."

You quickly glanced at the watch, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw that the hand was very close to the number twelve. If you did nothing, you were going to die. If the Prince didn't help you, you were going to lose your life in that very room, thanks to the vengeful fury of a grieving girl.

"I'm not going to let you murder my fiancée for a crime she didn't commit," declared the Prince, earning gasps of surprise from everyone in the Court present, "and I'm not going to allow a child to take my place. I claim the throne of Wonderland as the rightful heir."

"You can't do that!" the girl exclaimed, jumping up and facing him.

"Watch me do it," he whispered, his voice dripping with venom, "you may have lost your mother, but I have lost my sister."

You took a deep breath, holding your head high in a gesture of arrogance, and tried to ignore the presence of the white soldiers behind you, climbing step by step until you reached the height of the Prince of Hearts, a battle of gazes unfolding between you. You didn't know him at all; he didn't know who you were, and yet you had entrusted your life to him, and he had saved it. You weren't going to start trusting him now, but you needed him to get out of the mess he had gotten you into.

"My princess," he whispered, taking your hand and planting a soft kiss on the back of it, "welcome to the palace."

You wanted to tell him that his lips were stained with blood, but he seemed not to care. He flashed again that smile that you had seen when he found you in the forest, looking towards the guards and gesturing for them to take the little girl away from there. You intertwined your fingers with his, playing the role of a damsel in distress. Maybe you were in distress after all because you had just sentenced yourself to a life alongside the killer of the White Queen, but in return, he would make you a queen, and for you, it was worth it.

"You will be my Queen of Hearts," he purred, standing behind you and sliding his arms around your waist, as if it weren't the first time you touched each other, as if you were truly in love. He had your clock in his hand again, and you blinked in confusion because you could swear you had it securely fastened. You watched as he opened it, moving the watch wheel as he pleased, turning back time, making the hour hand point to the number one, "you will live forever."

You felt him kiss your neck, his lips brushing over your pulse, the shape of his heart-shaped smile as enigmatic as Cheshire's leaving a blood-stained heart-shaped mark visible to everyone. Now, you belonged to him. You wore a smile just as dark as his, relaxing under his touch. Maybe this had been your destiny from the beginning. Not Willy Wonka's heir, not an ordinary villager. Perhaps your spilled blood spoke of power and royalty. In the end, you got your checkmate.

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The 70s

The Glam Rock Movement

Glam rock was a musical movement that began in the early 1970s and celebrated the idea of the rock star and concert. Often covered with glitter, male musicians took the stage in women’s fashion and makeup. They also adopted theatrical personas and mounted glamorous musical productions inspired by space-futurism. Included flamboyant, boldly coloured clothing.

Marc Bolan was the frontman and lead singer of the band T-Rex, in 1971 they appeared on Top Of The Pops in which Marc sprinkled glitter tears under his eyes. In other appearances on the show or in concert he would embellish his image with makeup and feather boas. Elements of this look were adopted by thousands who would develop their own style with tinsel, satin, velvet and rouge when attending concerts, discos and youth clubs.

David Bowie was also another famous face of the Glam Rock movement.

This is a music video for Marc Bolan and T-Rex’s song ‘20th Century Boy’

Disco

The disco boom really began in the late 1970s, in 1975 disco began to take off and in 1976 disco hits began appearing on Billboard top ten list. When “Saturday Night Fever” premiered in December of 1977, disco was already extremely popular but the movie took the genre to another level.

Some 1970s disco icons include: Donna Summer, John Travolta, The Bee Gees, ABBA, Cher, Jackson 5

Fashion

Glam Rock and Disco movements heavily effected the fashion in the 1970s, with items of clothing such as pantsuits, bell bottoms, platform boots. It also had an impact on fabrics used for garments as things such as chiffon, satin, spandex, velvet and other luxury fabrics became wildly popular due to Glam Rock Fashion icons.

Due to the hippie movement of the 1960s the early 1970s still had some elements of ‘hippie clothing’ which styles such as batik, crochet and knitted clothing was still popular. However this didn’t last for long due to the quickly growing popularity of Glam Rock fashion.

Television and Film

The Little House on the Prairie, Bewitched etc were very popular television shows in the 1970s. Children’s cartoons such as Scooby Doo was released in the 70s.

Movies such as Grease and Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory and more were released in the 1970s

Grease is a musical which has John Travolta playing Danny Zuko and Olivia Newton John playing Sandy Olsson. The movie is set in 1959 and most of the fashion is based on fashion from the 1950s.

This is the trailer for the 1978 musical Grease.

Harvard Referencing:

chanteleigh. (2008). Marc Bolan 20th Century Boy ACOUSTIC VERSION. [Online]. YouTube. Last Updated: 1 November 2008. Available at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rtm8PO4vmqc [Accessed 15 December 2023].

MovieTrailerMonkey. (2012). Grease (1978) - Trailer. [Online]. YouTube. Last Updated: 15 April 2012. Available at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNhZNp9GXb8 [Accessed 15 December 2023].

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Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Crowned as one of the greatest storytellers for kids of the 20th century, Roald Dahl was a world-renowned British author of novels on children's literature. Reading the masterpieces of Dahl is like experiencing a fairytale-like adventure. By the end of the adventurous journey, readers would learn a treasurable moral lesson from this insightful novelist.Among all the masterworks ofthis talented writer, Charlie and the Chocolate Factoryis undeniably the magnum opus of his entire collection.

Born in a poverty-stricken family, an eleven-year-old boy named Charlie Bucket was struggling in a rotten shack with his parents as well as his paternal and maternal grandparents. Charlie’s father was the only breadwinner of the family, but his small paycheck was only barely enough to make both ends meet. The whole family were all freezing under a cold weather without adequate food to eat except a limited amount of soup with cabbages. Just like any other youngers in the city, the little Charlie was indulged in eating confectionery. Poor as he was, Charlie was fortunate enough to have a tiny bar of chocolate once a year on his birthday.

As a legendary chocolate manufacturer and triumphant entrepreneur, the elusive Willy Wonka owned the largest chocolate factory in history. In order to select a successor for his business, he published an advertisement in the newspaper declaring that if anyone could find one of the five Golden Tickets embedded in random chocolate bars, they would be allowed to take a mystical tour of the awe-inspiring candy factory and earn a lifetime supply of sweets. Charlie propitiously found the last Golden Ticket of the five. Alongside the other four spoiled kids from different parts of the world, Charlie was granted an access to the far-famed chocolate factory with his frail grandfather.

During their tour, all the children were mesmerized by all kinds of wonders and unconventional inventions, including a compelling chocolate waterfall, a three-course bubblegum, a workforce of nut-testing squirrels as well as a state-of-the-art teleportation device. Except for Charlie, the other four brats gave into their impetuous impulses and continuously ignored Mr. Wonka’s kindly advice, resulting in irreversible punishments for the rest of their lives. In contrast to the other urchins, Charlie conducted himself with obedience and respect throughout the visit, deeply impressing the factory owner. Finally, Wonka entrusted the kind-hearted Charlie to be the heir of his enterprise and invited all his family to live in the chocolate factory.

Growing up as an underprivileged kid, Charlie lost at the starting line from birth. But in the end, his kindness and selfless let him win the ownership of the flamboyant factory and take his family out of poverty. The young Charlie was a role model of what a good child should be. Although Charlie was widely regarded as the protagonist of the tale, Willy Wonka was the true leading character of the story.

Wonka was a whimsical chocolate maker who owned a colossal chocolate factory in the city. Described as a quirky businessman with peculiar personalities, Wonka was a sagacious capitalist with vision and passion. He was intelligent enough to invent a variety range of confectionery products which were sold like hot cakes in the market. Also, he was brave enough to explore an unknown frontier, Loompa Land, and hired the mysterious dwarfs named Oompa Loompas to help him run the business. Most importantly, Wonka orchestrated an outlandish tour to help him find the most qualified inheritor to inherit his legacy of creating enchanting candies.

Though written sixty years ago, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is still unquestionably one of the most influential adolescent fiction books in history. The story has been adapted into movies several times over the years, and now it has got a prequel film delving into the origins of the eccentric chocolatier Willy Wonka and his bizarre chocolate factory. The movie “Wonka” has been released in Hong Kong on December 7th, 2023. May everyone enjoy the fantastic timeless tale of Willy Wonka during this Christmas.

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"Peter Ostrum, who played Charlie in 'Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory' (1971): 'The entire experience was better than enjoyable. It was really interesting. But I had a chance to see what everyone's job entailed and I knew I didn't want to do any of those things for a living. Including being stars like Gene Wilder and Jack Albertson. When it was over, I was anxious to become just another kid again.'

"'When the picture was over, it was like it had never happened. I returned to school and by the time it was in theaters I'd changed a lot so I wasn't even recognized much. So when I was, it was always a nice experience because people like 'Charlie'. He's a nice kid. My parents told me to look on it as an experience, which is what I did. My mom and dad were not at all stage parents. They made sure I had a clear choice about what I did for a living. I'm really grateful to them because being a veterinarian is very gratifying.'

"'Back then when [the film] came out, there was no red carpet premiere. I was in my hometown in Ohio and they had an opening there and I was the only one there. There was a little bit of fanfare but not much and the film died a quiet death. It had lukewarm reviews and people forgot about it. It wasn't until video ten years later that it resurfaced and it took on a life of its own.'

"'When I made 'Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory,' acting was something that interested me. It still does, but not as a profession. The only time I ever considered it again was when I heard they were holding auditions to replace Peter Firth in 'Equus' on Broadway. My thinking was that, perhaps I should at least present myself. Getting the part would have been like lightning striking twice, but I didn't get it. So I continued in school with the same majors--animal husbandry and veterinary medicine.'

"Ostrum was offered a three-picture contract after 'Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory,' which he turned down. 'Do I regret turning down the movie offer? I don't think so. I love the job I am doing right now. Granted it is about as far away from Hollywood as you can get, but I have a feeling of self-satisfaction with it. I don't believe that I made the right choice or the wrong choice. I made a choice that fit what I wanted, and it shaped how life unfolded for me. Would have life been better if I took the movie offer? Maybe, but I'll never know, and it's something I'll never question.' (IMDb)

"Happy Birthday, Peter Ostrum!"

h/t Cinema Shorthand Society