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Chapter Seven
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Charlie sighed as he prepared for this new day. Your absence was felt. Her parents and grandparents acted like everything was fine and the fight never happened. Charlie had been at Bill's to see you, but your boss replaced you and you never set foot in his store again. The boy resented his parents for pushing you over the edge. Charlie sighed, leaving the Bucket house to go to his job as a shoe shiner. He was surprised to see the glass elevator park right next to the seats and a man, hiding behind a newspaper, was waiting. A man who was none other than Willy Wonka. What was he doing here? Charlie decided to play the game, he prepared his equipment and began to polish the chocolate maker's shoes.
"Pity about that chocolate fellow Wendall. Walter."
"Willy Wonka," Charlie replied.
"That's the one. Here in the papers his new candies aren't selling very well. But I suppose maube he's just a rotten egg who deserves it."
"Yes."
"Oh really? You ever met him?"
"I did," Charlie replied, stopping to shine his shoes. "I thought he was great at first but then he didn't turn out so nice. He also has a funny haircut."
Hearing that, Willy quickly lowered the newspaper. Revealing in broad daylight.
"I don't."
"Why are you here?" Charlie asked, putting away his gear.
"I don't feel so hot. What makes you feel better when you feel terrible?"
"My family."
"Ew."
Charlie stood up seeing the chocolate maker's disgusted reaction. He asked him what he had against his family, which caused Willy to gag. Harry sighed, explaining that it was the concept that bothered him. The fact that people tell him what he has the right to do or not to do, that all that was a brake on creativity. Charlie shrugged, retorting that if the parents reacted like that, it was because they loved their children and it was for the proteges. What still made Willy wince who was not very convinced of this explanation.
"If you don't believe me you should ask," Charlie said.
"Ask who? My father? No way. At least not by myself."
"Do you want me to go with you?"
"Hey! What a good idea!" Willy exclaimed as he left the seat to approach the glass elevator. "And you know what? I got-"
Willy paid no attention and crashed headlong into the glass elevator wall. The chocolate maker collapses, before the surprised eyes of Charlie. He stood up, adjusting his hat on his head, muttering that he should be careful where he parked it. Willy pressed the button, opening the doors. The two entered the flying elevator. Willy announced that he had to get someone from the chocolate factory before going to his father's house. Willy led the boy to the door of his apartment, telling him to wait in the hallway until he returned. You were perplexed when you saw Willy coming back. Had he already finished what he had to do?
"Is that okay with Charlie?" you asked, turning down the sound of the television.
"Charlie? Oh yeah! He's in the hallway right now."
"What?! Why did you bring her to the chocolate factory?!" you asked, getting up from the couch.
"Charlie had a brilliant idea! I have to go find my father and he's going to come with me," he said, moving closer to you. "I would very much like you to come with me there too."
"For what?"
"I can't do it alone. I know that with you, I will have the strength to face him. Please, Barley sugar."
"Okay, I'll come with you," you said with a sigh. "But only because you helped me and I owe you!"
"Yes sir!"
You rolled your eyes when you heard that. You grabbed your old coat, following Willy out of the apartment. Your gaze automatically fell on Charlie. Your cousin was surprised to see you with his idol. You nodded to him, following Willy to the glass elevator. The tension was palpable in the cabin. Willy was between you and Charlie. Your cousin was as uncomfortable as you. What could he tell you? He didn't know what to say, especially after what happened with his parents. Even you didn't know what to say to him. It was terribly embarrassing. The trip to Mr. Wonka's house was made in heavy silence. The elevator lands in a huge field where there was a house. There was nothing else around. The trio were closing in on the house. The closer they got to the house, the more nervous Willy became.
"I think we have the wrong house," Willy said as he climbed the stairs.
The gaze of the two cousins landed on a small sign that read 'Dr. Wilbur Wonka, D.D.S. Dental Practitioner.' Willy fell silent as Charlie pressed the doorbell. You put your hand on Willy's bicep, smiling at him to motivate him. The chocolatier nodded slightly, taking a deep breath when a stern-looking man opened the door, watching the trio intently.
"Do you have an appointment?" he asked.
"No, but he's late," Charlie replied, gesturing towards Willy.
Willy giggled, clinging more to your hand and muttering to you that it was a bad idea. You reassured him, telling him that everything was going to be fine. Dr. Wilbur nodded to the trio, inviting them to follow him. You had to drag Willy inside the house, taking the chocolatier to the cabin. Willy gave your cousin his glasses and his hat, and he gave you his long coat.
"I'll be fine," you said, smiling at him.
"Yeah."
“Get into your position,” Wilbur said sternly, pulling on his gloves.
Willy sat down on the armchair, allowing his father, who hadn't recognized him yet, to check his teeth. Your cousin and you took advantage of this moment to better observe the walls covered with newspaper articles talking about Willy and his chocolate factory. There was even a scrapbook with other items and wrappers of Willy's famous sweets. Charlie flipped through the album as your attention fell on a photo of a young man. Probably Willy before he got so fabulous. That was the only word that came to mind to describe him. You took the frame in your hands, you couldn't help but smile. It was obvious that Wilbur cared about his son.
"Be careful with this picture, miss," Wilbur said, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"Sorry, sir," you say as you put the frame back on the fireplace.
"Heaveans, I haven't seen bicuspids like these since..."
Wilbur fell silent upon realizing that the man standing with him was none other than his son. He withdrawing his instruments, depositing them on the table. He couldn't believe it. Willy greeted his father, straightening up.
"All these years and you haven't flossed," he said, dropping his stern mask.
"Not once," Willy answered.
Wilbur smiled. After all this time, he finally saw his son again. The two men hugged each other awkwardly. You nudged Charlie lightly, nodding him towards the door. The two cousins left the room, leaving Willy and Wilbur alone the time of their reunion. You went to sit on the stairs as Charlie leaned against the wall next to the door, facing you.
"He's lucky," you say, playing nervously with your fingers. "His dad loves him. It shows."
"Yes, he just wanted to protect him from the ill effects of candy," Charlie said with a shrug.
"Yeah," you replied with a sigh. "How's it going... over there?"
"It's gotten… weird since you left," he said, shifting awkwardly to his feet. "You... you're not going to come back, are you?"
"I can't Charlie. Not after what happened with Uncle Bucket."
"I understand. I'm sorry."
"Charlie. Listen. You don't have to apologize for anything your father said or did. What Uncle Bucket told me is unforgivable. I could never forgive him for treating me the way he did it. I shouldn't have lost my temper in front of you. You shouldn't have seen this argument. Believe me, I'm sorry about that, but I'm not sorry that I left the house. ."
Charlie looked down, biting his lip. He was doing his best to hold back his tears. You sighed, dropping the coat on the stairs to get up and move closer to him. You put your hand on his shoulder, catching his attention. You hugged your cousin, hugging him.
"Charlie. Just because I'm leaving the house doesn't mean I love you less. You'll always be my favorite cousin. If you have any problems, you can come see me. I'll always be here for you, I'll promise."
Charlie nodded slightly, burying his face in your chest as he hugged you. You end the hug when you hear the door to the medical room open. Willy and his father leave the room. It seems that their discussion went well. Willy approached you and Charlie, asking if you were ready to leave. Your cousin and you acquired. You gave him back his coat and Charlie gave him back his glasses and hat when Wilbur asked if he could talk to you privately. You looked at Willy who told you that he was waiting outside with Charlie, because he had to find the glass elevator. Willy and Charlie left the residence, leaving you alone with Father Wonka.
"I wanted to thank you for coming with Willy, miss. He explained to me that you hadn't been there, he wouldn't have had the courage to come and see me," he said looking down at you.
"It...it's nothing, sir. Your son helped me. So it's only fitting that I reciprocate," you said, playing nervously with your fingers.
"I haven't been the best father to him. I know that. But I love my son. I've always followed his work. What worried me the most was that Willy didn't have no one to rely on. And when he talks to me about you, I see that he has a lot of affection for you. I know I have nothing to say, but I just want to ask you to watch over him."
You didn't expect this. It was the first time someone asked you such a thing. To you, the poor girl that everyone looked down on. You nodded slightly, agreeing to watch over Willy. You joined Willy and Charlie. The two were waiting in the glass booth. You joined them quickly, entering the elevator which started. Willy liked you? It was true that the chocolatier had shown tender gestures towards you, but at this point? Was it even possible? Come to think of it, Willy was always kind to you. He had offered you beautiful clothes, he had given you special attention during the visit to his chocolate factory and he was hosting you without asking you for anything in return. He had affection for you.
"(Y/N), are you okay?" Charlie asked, looking worried at you.
"Y-yes. Why?"
"Your face is red."
"Do you feel good, Barley sugar?" Willy asked, taking off his glove to put his hand on your forehead. "You have a fever?"
"N-no. I-I-I'm fine!" you exclaimed, removing Willy's hand. "I… I'm just tired. I just want to go home."
Willy and Charlie looked at each other surprised by your behavior. You had become silent and you were mumbling to yourself. You nervously played with your fingers. What was going to happen once you go back to the chocolate factory? What were you going to tell him? What were you going to do? What was he going to do?
"(Y/N)?" Charlie called.
"I'm fine!" you say quickly, glaring at Charlie.
"Um... we're back at the chocolate factory."
"Um? Ah yes. Um...I'll walk Charlie to the gate."
Charlie joined you in the elevator, greeting Willy. The doors closed and the car moved quickly, carrying you and your cousin to the entrance hall. The boy looked at you puzzled as you exited the glass booth and made your way to the door.
"Are you doing well?" Charlie asked, looking worried at you. "You've been weird since we got back from Doctor Wonka's house."
"Yeah, I'm fine. I… I'm just thinking about something," you say, running your hands over your face. "It's...it's really nothing, Charlie. I... I'll ask Willy so you can come see me once in a while. How about that?"
"That would be nice," he said smiling at you. "Good. Is it ok to get home? Do you want me to come with you?"
"It'll be fine, don't worry."
"I'll at least accompany you to the gate."
You accompany Charlie to the huge gate. You opened the door for the workers, asking him if he was sure he wanted to go in alone. Your cousin smiled at you, telling you that it was not the first time that he had come home alone without being accompanied. You smiled, reminding him to be careful. Charlie hugged you, telling you he missed you before he left. You watched him walk away, making sure he was okay until he disappeared from sight. You went back inside the chocolate factory, returning to the apartment. Willy was in the kitchen area, finishing making hot cocoa. He was smiling at you, asking if Charlie got home okay. You nodded slightly, moving closer to him. You watched him melt the chocolate in the milk, which was warming gently on the stove.
"It was...a rather strange day," you say as you prepare the cups.
"Yeah, but strangely... I'm happy with the result," he said, smiling at you.
"Yes," you say, leaning on the counter.
"I wanted to ask you. Can Charlie come by here once in a while?"
"Of course. He is welcome here."
"Great. He'll be happy."
Willy removed the pan from the heat, pouring the chocolate liquid into the cups. You took your steaming cup, thanking the chocolate maker before going to sit on the couch with him. The silence that settled was restful after this eventful day. To tell the truth, it was more restful than the other days. A weight had been lifted. You still had Charlie with you and Willy had made up with his father.
"This last days were really strange," you say, taking a sip of the sugary drink.
"Yeah, I never thought all of this could happen," he said, also taking a sip of his drink before setting the mug down on the table to remove his gloves. "And I still want to thank you for coming with me."
"I owed you that. You helped me a lot, I owed you that," you said smiling at him.
"You didn't have to," he said slipping his hand into yours. "And I can't thank you enough for that."
"And I can't thank you enough for letting me stay with you."
Your eyes met Willy's. He squeezed your hand gently your hand in his. He passed his free hand over your cheek, smiling fondly at you. You couldn't help but think back to Wilbur's words. Willy would really like you. You would be lying to yourself if you said otherwise. You put your hand over his, looking him in the eye. It was a strange, exciting and terrifying feeling. Willy brought his face closer to yours, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was sweet. It was strange to kiss someone. Willy pulled back, breaking the kiss.
"You really do care for me then," you said, looking at him awkwardly.
"Of course. The first time I met you with that pissed off woman from the service," he said, chuckling lightly. "I knew that... that you were worthy to come here, that I had to show you around the chocolate factory, that I had to get to know you. I loved every day that you stayed with me and I don't want to not that it's over."
"To hear you, it sounds like a confession."
"Are you disturbed?"
"No, I'm happy," you said, smiling at him.
Willy was smiling, kissing you again when someone knocked on the door. The chocolatier had no choice but to part with you. He stole a last kiss from you before walking away from you to open the door for one of his Oompa Loompas. You were watching him chatting with his employee when you saw his expression become bored. Willy came back to get his gloves.
"Sorry, trouble with one of the new treats," he said, putting his gloves back on. "I'll be right back, Barley sugar. I love you."
You looked at Willy surprised when he left the apartment to go as quickly as possible to the Inventing Room. Did he just tell you he loved you? You couldn't help laughing, wondering how long it would take the chocolate maker to realize what he had just told you.
"I told her that I loved her!" Willy shouted, startling the Oompa Loompas.
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CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY (2005) dir. by Tim Burton
#willy wonka#grandma georgina#charlie and the chocolate factory#charlie and the chocolate factory 2005#catcf 2005#he's trying
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redraws of quentin blake's illustrations
#I FORGOT ABOUT THESE#aughh#one day. i'll continue with this. surely#catcf#kaart tag#charlie bucket#charlie and the chocolate factory#grandpa joe#does anyone use these tags?#they get tagged anyways#grandpa george#grandma georgina#grandma josephine#veruca salt#augustus gloop#mrs gloop#mr salt#mrs salt#mr bucket#mrs bucket#there o7
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Grandma Georgina, everybody
#wonka#willy wonka#willy wonka art#willy wonka fanart#wonka fanart#catcf#grandma georgina#oompa loompa#oompa loompas#charlie and the chocolate factory#charlie and the great glass elevator#catcf fanart#willy wonka and the chocolate factory#alicia durham art#alicia durham
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I watched Tim Burton’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with Johnny Depp as Wonka, I still find that movie extremely iconic. The movie is so hilarious and it mainly has to do with Johnny as Wonka who is so socially awkward that it makes me love him. Charlie’s grandparents are amazing too.
#tim burton#charlie and the chocolate factory#johnny depp#willy wonka#charlie bucket#grandpa joe#grandma josephine#grandpa george#grandma georgina#roald dahl
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Question for the grandparents. How’s it being great-grandparents? Do you spend much time around the twins? 💝
We spend plenty of time with them. The twins are such little bundles of joy!
- Grandpa Joe 👴🏻
It’s always a joy to see the twins! They tell us such fascinating stories.
- Grandma Josephine 👵🏻
Such well behaved children they are. Rose and Willy are raising them well. They make being grandparents worth it.
- Grandpa George 👨🏻🦳
They are little angels that make us smile every time we see them!
- Grandma Georgina 🧓🏻
#🍫chocolate flowers💐 answers#grandpa joe👴🏻 answers#grandpa joe#grandma jospehine👵🏻 answers#grandma josephine#grandpa george👨🏻🦳 answers#grandpa george#grandma georgina🧓🏻 answers#grandma georgina
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Welcome to the Factory
Willy wonka x Reader
Chapter 1
The Bucket Life
Y/N lives in a house at the end of the street a few blocks away from Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, You live with your Mum, Dad, Grandparents (Grandpa George, Grandma Georgina, Grandma Josephine and Grandpa Joe) and your little Brother Charlie, Y/N and Charlie has always wanted to meet Mr Willy Wonka himself but his Factory was closed for many years and he never came out but Grandpa Joe worked for Mr Wonka For years but was fired when Mr Wonka closed the Factory:
One Night Y/N and everyone else was waiting for dinner to be ready and Y/N and charlie's Dad walks in after a day of work. Dad: "Evening Buckets", "Evening" says Grandpa Joe "Hi Dad" Charlie And I Both say. "Charlie i found something i'd think you'd like" Dad said taking squished up toothpaste caps from his pocket and putting them on the table. "Exactly what i need!" Charlie says excitingly. "What is it Charlie?" I say while Charlie pulls out a whole model of Willy Wonka's Chocolate factory made out of Toothpaste caps and putting the one of the pieces that was on the table and put it on a little person "Dad Found it! the piece i needed" Charlie says excitingly "And what piece was it Charlie?" Grandpa Joe says curiously "A head for Willy Wonka" answers Charlie "Its Wonderful Charlie" I say with Joy "Yes very delightful is a quite a lightness" Grandpa Joe Says "You think so Grandpa?" I say "Think so? I know so, I saw Willy Wonka with my own Two eyes, I used to work with him you know?" He Says "You did?" Charlie says "He did" Says Grandma Josephine and Grandpa George "I love Grapes" says Grandma Georgina. "But I was a much younger man in those days" Grandpa Joe said. *time skip to after the story and while we were eating dinner after Grandpa Joe was talking about when Willy Wonka closing his Factory* "But it didn't close Forever.., its open right now" Charlie said "Well when Grown ups say Forever they mean a very long time.." Mum said, "And it seemed like it was gonna be forever but then we saw smoke coming out of the chimneys the Factory was back in business" Grandpa Joe said Joyfully "Did you get your Job back" I asked Grandpa Joe and He looked a me and answered "no.... no one did" disappointingly his smile going away "But there must be people working there.." I said, "Think about it Y/N Have you ever seen a single person going into that Factory or coming out of it" Grandma Josephine asks me "no the gates are always closed" I say "Exactly" Grandpa Joe said "Then who is running the machines?" Charlie asks, "No body knows Charlie" Mum tells him "Certainly is a Mystery" Dad says. "I would give anything in the world just to go in and see whats become of that amazing Factory...." I say hoping if i ever do get to go in the Factory but then Grandpa George Interrupts me "Well you wont, cause you cant no one can its a mystery and it will always be a mystery that little factory of yours Charlie is the closest as we are gonna get.." He said with a bit of anger then Mum stood up "come on Y/N and Charlie i thinks its about time to let your Grandparents get some sleep" Mum told us "Okay mum" We both say and we hugged everyone and said goodnight when we hugged Grandma Georgina she said "nothings impossible Y/N" and we both smiled at her, Charlie went of to bed i went to my bed "Goodnight everyone" He said "Goodnight Charlie" we all say and i went to him and gave him a kiss on his forehead, smiled and went back to my bed and went to sleep.
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Here’s Why Willy Wonka Is An Autistic Icon | Medium
Here’s Why Willy Wonka Is An Autistic Icon
In celebration of the release of the new Wonka movie this month, I recently rewatched, for the billionth time, the original film — Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory. Wonka media has been a special interest of mine for the past seven years — -an autism-related term used to refer to topics and subjects that occupy headspace constantly, meaning I know more about Willy Wonka and his crimes against humanity than any sane person really ought to.
While watching the film, I was once again struck by how much I related to the character. His odd mannerisms, his disregard for small talk and social niceties, and his fixation on a self-constructed world all reminded me of a lot of my own experiences growing up as a quiet, book-obsessed, undiagnosed autistic kid. Although I was recently diagnosed at the age of twenty-one (it’s never too late!), the sense that something was always a little off has dogged me since childhood — in my odd tendency to repeat words and phrases, my limited and intense interests, my awkwardness in conversation and struggle to make friends. And as I sat there, watching Wonka spout off nonsensical phrases, constant literary references, and the occasional bit of wisdom, I finally got the urge to lay out, once and for all, what an autistic icon this character is, and has been for the past sixty years. Let’s dive into a world of pure imagination together.
A Little Nonsense
Autism, since it is formally classified as a disorder by the DSM5, has a whole host of medical definitions that try to sum up, in as digestible a form as possible, just what exactly is wrong with you or your child. Instead of pinpointing one definition, I’m going to temporarily throw the psychological jargon out the window and focus on the single term “disorder.” Disorder, classically defined, is a state of confusion or messiness — usually a form of existence that runs counter to broad definitions of harmonic living. Although unintended, I find that the literary definition rather than the scientific one fits my, and Wonka’s, experience of living as autistic. Disorder is chaos, it’s doing things just because.
Take this excerpt from Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator, the rightfully-maligned sequel to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory:
“I have never met a man,” said Grandma Georgina, “who talks so much absolute nonsense!”
“A little nonsense now and then, is relished by the wisest men,” Mr. Wonka said.
Many autistic people are told at one point or another that the way they think and act does not make sense. For example, in many adaptations of the story, visiting the chocolate room for the first time leads the parents to question why it came to exist in the first place.
In the original West End musical adaptation, the conversation goes something like this:
Mr. Salt: Well if it isn’t for anything, and it doesn’t make money, then why on Earth does it need to exist at all?
Wonka: You really don’t see, do you?
A painter needs no reason
To make a thing of art
Yes, there’s no switch to stop and start the flow
Willy Wonka (Douglas Hodge) in the Chocolate Room from the 2013 West End production of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
We live in an unprecedented age of unthinking consumerism — our lives, from the get-go, are predicated on beneficial transactions. If I am to create something, I better be able to justify its usefulness in the language of monetary gain. Entertainment has become inextricably linked to the words content and consumption — creators make content, and we now consume the art we once admired. This implies a one-sided relationship to the way we engage with art — when we consume something it no longer becomes a conversation between creator and viewer, but rather a passively made, ready-to-eat distraction on which the viewer can project anything and everything they like. To make art for art’s sake or simply because we find it beautiful, is, in today’s age, an indicator of disordered living. Thus, Wonka making the chocolate room, or his factory for that matter, just because is, to most people, nonsense.
Again, from The Great Glass Elevator:
“He walked slowly towards the chocolate waterfall. It was an unhappy truth, he told himself, that nearly all people in the world behave badly when there is something really big at stake. Money is the thing they fight over most.”
The us vs. them mindset suggested by the phrase “nearly all people in the world” is one commonly adopted by autistic people, who feel that their perspective and lived experience do not align with that of their peers. Wonka, in creating a world of his own, has effectively made a safe haven for himself where the things he loves can exist without justification — a form of escapism I often engaged in as a child. In Wonka’s factory, the oddities that would make him an outcast in the external world are, to him, “simply second nature” — the name of the song in which he extolls the joys of being different:
It’s no blessing, It’s a curse
No wait…strike that and reverse
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
What’s a Social Cue?
In the 2017 Broadway adaptation of the book, Wonka opens the boisterous and breakneck-paced song “Strike that, Reverse It” by, muttering:
“Now let’s get the small-talk out of the way.”
The word “small-talk,” for context, is said as if it is the single most loathsome word in the English dictionary.
Though every adaptation of Wonka is unique in some way, all seem to share a love for their craft that is only rivaled by their hatred of social conventions. From the 2005 Wonka’s disastrous introduction and awkward giggling to the original book Wonka’s fidgety and sporadic movements, none of the Wonkas have exactly come off as approachable. Even the new Wonka, played by Timothée Chalamet, has his moment as he practically screams “You’ve never had chocolate?!” to his sidekick Noodle, who answers his outburst nonchalantly. All of these traits: poor conversational skills, fidgeting, volume control, and a dislike of small-talk are all classic characteristics associated with ASD.
Autistic people also often struggle with echolalia, or the repetition of words and phrases for seemingly no reason. Gene Wilder’s Wonka, with his near-constant rattling off of quotes from classic literature parallels this condition, especially (and most entertainingly) when he pedals a bike in the inventing room.
Similar to symptoms associated with ADHD, many autistic people will also find that their hyperfixations and interests make it difficult to focus on daily tasks for long periods of time. Wonka is so fixated on making chocolate that he has actually built a factory where he does nothing but make chocolate, and has been doing so for decades. Take also these lyrics from “Must Be Believed to Be Seen”:
No magic spells, no potions
Forswear legerdemain
My kingdom’s created from notions
All swirling inside of my brain
The manic delivery of “swirling inside of my brain” in both recordings of the song speaks to the sometimes uncomfortable intensity of creative thinking. I want to note here that I’m aware of the “it’s not that deep” factor that plays into all of this, but I kind of shoved it in the back of my mind the second I decided to write an analytical article about Willy Wonka. Besides, I know I personally struggle with a constant barrage of thoughts here and there — sometimes to the point where I have trouble falling asleep at night. Hence these lyrics from Simply Second Nature:
The mind is such a wonder to explore
And though some nights I dread
All the voices in my head
I’d rather be this way than be a bore
I also made a compilation a while back of the mannnyyyyy (and I mean many) times 2017 Broadway Wonka displays some of the physical symptoms of ASD, often referred to as stimming.
Autistic Solidarity
I know I’ve been harping a little too much on the Broadway adaptation, but I promise there’s a good reason.
In this version of the story, rather than just being a decent kid who, for the most part, minds his own business, Charlie is awarded the factory because he thinks as Wonka does. This kind of connection is also implied in the 2005 adaptation, where Charlie is seen to have built an impressively large model of Wonka’s factory made entirely of toothpaste caps, but is only made explicit in both musical versions. This Charlie draws up fantastical ideas instead of doing his homework and spends his remaining free time endlessly pestering his Grandpa Joe for stories about Willy Wonka. Wonka, to this Charlie, is essentially a special interest — he hardly goes five minutes without bringing his name up, or delivering an excitable song summarizing the man’s life history.
Wonka, of course, sees a lot of himself in Charlie. In the song, “Must Be Believed to Be Seen” there’s a section in the middle where the tempo slows and Wonka wistfully sings:
Despite the man seen at these doors
My childhood home was bland like yours
But I knew how to look, to find
A world that wasn’t colorblind
This is the first time (and only until the end of the show) that Wonka makes a genuine attempt to reach out to Charlie — and he does so with language relating to neurodivergent thinking. The musical doesn’t exactly turn to diagnostic criteria for sourcing lyrics, but the use of the phrase “a world that wasn’t colorblind” is once again suggestive of the us vs. them mindset, offsetting the ordinary blandness of the “normal” world with the vibrancy of the neurodivergent imagination. In the same sequence, Wonka also sings:
But in the end there’s quite a prize
If you can see with more than eyes
Autistic people are often hypersensitive to their environments and engage with the stimuli around them more keenly than their neurotypical peers. Exploring the world with all senses, and often with a detail-oriented mindset literally allows many autistic people to see the world with much more than eyes. Often small and irrelevant elements in an environment become points of interest for those with ASD where they might otherwise be ignored by neurotypicals.
Lastly, I want to finish with a brief discussion of one of my favorite lyrics in the musical, this time from the closing song “The View From Here”, where Wonka takes Charlie up through the atmosphere in his glass elevator:
When a boy has just a touch of odd
And he walks the streets without a nod
He should know that odd is a gift from God
Like this starry blue chandelier
Willy Wonka (Christian Borle) and Charlie Bucket (Jake Ryan Flynn) in the Glass Elevator
Most neurodivergent people will be the first to tell you that living as they are isn’t easy. For me, I have trouble finding humor in the same things my friends do, making conversation, focusing, following directions, empathizing, etc. Sometimes things that seem easy or mundane to others are nearly impossible for me. Worst of all, these aversions and behaviors are inexplicable too. I cannot put into words why I am what I am, I just know that I have to learn to accept it. However, for every moment I spend hating myself for what I cannot change, I strive to find more moments where I love living as I am.
I listened to “The View From Here” for the first time in many years recently, and I’m not ashamed to say that I cried a little (maybe more than a little). To quantify one’s differences not as a mistake or a joke or a fault — but as a gift is to accept that they let us do impossibly wonderful things. We need to stop looking for ways to fix or mask autism, and instead make society a more accommodating place for neurodivergency to thrive. Only then can autistic kids dream less about faraway places where they can live as they are, and instead live those dreams in the here and now. And we can start by reaching out to that touch of oddness in each other, and recognizing what the embrace of pure imagination can do for us all.
THERE IS A WELL-DOCUMENTED HISTORY OF NAZIS EXPERIMENTING ON PEOPLE WITH AUTISM.
IT HAS BEEN NOTED BY PROFESSIONALS THAT MANY PEOPLE IN THE TRANSGENDER MOVEMENT HAVE AUTISM
BLOGGERS, CLAIMING TO BE AUTISTIC, HAVE ENGAGED IN VERY AGGRESSIVE BULLYING.
THEY RELENTLESSLY ACCUSED A CERTAIN ACTOR, WHO, HIMSELF SUFFERS ANXIETY OF BEING ABLEST, IN AN EFFORT TO TARNISH ONE OF HIS BEST STAGE PERFORMANCES
THAT SAME ACTOR WAS BEING ENCOURAGED TO DO PHANTOM OF THE OPERA, WHICH I SABOTAGED, AND I'M GLAD I DID, BECAUSE WEEKS LATER I CAME ACROSS AN OLD ARTICLE, WHERE THEY SAID, EMPHATICALLY THAT THE PHANTOM MUST HAVE BEEN AUTISTIC. THE POINT?
IF SAID ACTOR HAD PLAYED THE PHANTOM, HEEDLESS OF THIS THEORY, HE WOULD HAVE BEEN ATTACKED, AGAIN.
AND THAT IS WHAT THIS ARTICLE BELOW IS; AN INTENTION TO ENCOURAGE PEOPLE WITH AUTISM TO SEE WILLY WONKA AS BEING AUTISTIC.
AND WHEN THE NEXT ACTOR WHO PLAYS WONKA, ISN'T AWARE OF THE FACT THAT AUTISM HAS BEEN LOWKEY ADDED, THEN THAT PERSON WILL GET RIPPED TO SHREDS.... BECAUSE OF MANIPULATING ARTICLES, LIKE THIS ONE. THIS IS NOT HARMLESS. THE SAME THING HAPPENED ONLINE WITH BBC SHERLOCK. BLOGGERS ERRONEOUSLY ATTRIBUTED HIS PERSONALITY TRAITS TO AUTISM, THANKS TO THE WRITERS ON THE SHOW. IT WAS ENCOURAGED, TO THE POINT WHERE IF YOU DID NOT AGREE, YOU WERE ATTACKED FOR IT.
THE RIGHT BUILDS ARMIES, AND THEY WILL USE ANYONE THEY HAVE TO.
#Willy Wonka#Timothy Chalamet#Hollywood Has Been Adding Autistic Traits To Characters That Originally Had None#BBC Sherlock#Phantom of The Opera#My fucking GOD!
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The Bingley Family Album: Volume XX
Benjamin has the face of a man who is not looking forward to what comes next.
It's nowhere near as bad as he anticipated though, and at the end of it, they have a new son - Joshua!
Another redhead, with his grandma Jane's light turquoise eyes.
~ Aries 7 / 4 / 8 / 6 / 8
~ Athletic / Erratic
~ OTH: Fitness
Another grandchild for both Charles and Frederick to dote on.
And another playmate for Moody.
With two out of three bedrooms now housing cots and toys, Benjamin has to dismantle his dedicated studio and find a new place to work - on the landing.
Annabel meanwhile is getting to know her classmates at school, including Georgina and Francis.
Moody is always Annabel's faithful sidekick in every game.
"Moody, kill!"
Which of course, he won't. Cousin Phineas is in far more in danger of being licked thoroughly than mauled.
Walter is however, living life on the edge. Thankfully, he survives the episode.
Although the TV doesn't.
#sims 2#gameplay#merybury#sanditon#benjamin bingley#walter wentworth#annabel wentworth#joshua bingley#moody bingley#jane bennet#charles bingley#frederick wentworth#georgina biggs#francis bertram#phineas elton#bingley family
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↳ ❝ [a love story - 1.] ¡!❞
Hank Voight x Kazuha Takahashi (asian ofc)
Summary: Kazuha's grandmother Georgina just met Hank Voight.
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 1.1k
A/N: hi everyone, i'm sorta back. this is a little love story i envisioned. i hope you enjoy it!
Masterlist // One Chicago Masterlist // a love story masterlist
It had been a very quiet few minutes after me and my grandfather first got into the car. I know it’s unfair to give a man his age the cold shoulder, but to be entirely fair: he totally deserved it.
‘Grandpa, what did we agree on?’
He huffs. ‘That whenever I have to go to the store, I ask you to come with me.’
‘And what did you do?’ I ask, ignoring his initial stubbornness. My tone resembles that of a kindergarten teacher.
‘I went to the store.’ Grandpa picks up on the silence I leave between us. ‘By myself.’
‘Do you have any idea how irresponsible that was of you?’ I ask, as I raise my tone.
My grandpa has the audacity to scoff at me. ‘I have been going to the store a lot longer than you’ve been alive, Kazuha. I can manage.’
‘But you’re eighty four now, grandpa. Just ask me next time, instead of having the clerk of the store needing to call me because you suddenly can’t remember the way home.’ I want to scold some more, but he would only become more pouty and he is too old to have these types of long discussions with anyway. When I was younger, the two of us had endless debates, but our last discussion was when I was seventeen and he was sixty eight.
A lot has happened since then.
A lot of misfortunate, meaning discussions are not in question anymore.
‘Listen grandpa,’ I continue, ‘I worry about you, okay? I get that you want to go to the store by yourself, but I just want you to be safe. I can’t lose you.’
He stays silent, sighing deeply. ‘I’m old. You’ll lose me eventually.’
I groan. ‘I am well aware, yes, but that can’t happen anytime soon. I need you to last a little while longer. Just don’t do this anymore, okay?’
Knowing he is skating on very thin ice, grandpa doesn’t scoff, huff or struggle. Instead he simply says: ‘Okay, I won’t.’
My grandparents have been there for me when I needed them the most. Living with them is the cheapest way for me to survive now. They don’t want me to pay rent, meaning I get to save and pay off debts I had been creating due to my previous housing situation.
I park the car in front of our house in Bridgeport. It’s a nice little neighborhood and they moved here around five years ago. While I loved their old house, where I spend a lot of my time growing up, this is a much better fit, a better neighborhood for them to live.
I really owe a lot to my mother’s parents, as me and my own folks didn’t get along very well. Unlike my paternal grandparents who lived in Japan, grandma and grandpa took me in when I was fifteen, because according to my own parents, I was an out of control teen.
I’ve always wondered what I had done wrong, but I think it was a lot of things. Me and my parents have never really seen eye to eye.
When I step out of the car and wait for my grandpa to do the same, I hear a loud: ‘Hi baby!’
I turn around, as I don’t see my grandmother in the doorway of our place. On the other side of the street, I watch her walking out of the house, holding a man’s arm. I have seen him around, as he is the one who lives across from us. I know that man drives a car that is a perfect representation of who he truly is.
‘Grandma!’ I yell.
On her pace—which isn’t very quick—the two of them walk over to us.
‘Who’s the sleaze ball?’
‘Grandpa, shut it,’ I hiss. Once she’s closer, I ask her: ‘What happened?’
‘I locked myself out of the house,’ she chuckles. ‘Thankfully our sweet neighbor saw me, provided me with a cup of tea and a nice couch to sit on. Honey, this is Hank Voight, he works for the CPD. Real stuff.’ She pats our neighbor Hank on the arm and says: ‘This is my husband Richard and our granddaughter Kazuha.’
‘Mister Voight,’ grandpa says, holding out a bony and shaky hand. ‘Nice to meet you, sir. Thank you for taking good care of my wife.’
‘Of course,’ Hank says.
‘Now I gotta keep an eye on her, there is a chance she’ll stray.’
‘I would never,’ grandma says.
Hank holds out his hand for me. ‘Hank Voight, nice to meet you.’
‘Hi,’ I say, my insides twisting and turning in a way I’m not used to. ‘I’m Kazuha.’
‘That’s a beautiful name,’ he says. ‘Never heard it before.’
I smile. ‘It’s Japanese,’ I say.
He nods, offering me a small smile.
‘Thank you for taking care of my grandmother. I always tell her to hook her keys on her pants, but she never does. She’s stubborn, like this old man. A true match made in heaven.’
‘Your grandmother told me quite the stubborn stories about you,’ Hank says. ‘Guess you got that from them.’
I let out a chuckle, straightening my light green dress as I am balancing on my Chanel heels that match the color of my dress. Sure, I could be paying off debts, but shopping is too much fun anyway. Originally I had a day off. I would spend it shopping with my friends, however I had to short cut it because of a wandering grandpa. ‘I bet she did,’ I say. ‘Well, thanks again for taking her in. I really appreciate it.’
‘Of course.’ Hank looks at my grandmother, smiling at her. ‘It was a pleasure having you around, Georgina.’
‘I might be forgetting my keys soon,’ she jokes. ‘Spending time with a handsome man like you… If I go like that, I’ll go like that.’
‘Don’t joke about death, grandma,’ I say. ‘Really, you two are costing me years of my life.’
As the two of them are bickering and make their way over to the front door, I look over at Hank Voight. ‘Thank you,’ I say once again. ‘I hope it wasn’t too much of an inconvenience.’
‘Your grandmother is a nice woman,’ he says, ‘I’m glad I was there to help.’ Hank nods at me, before he looks at his phone. ‘I have to go, I’m sorry.’
‘It’s okay. I’ll see you later, mister Voight.’
‘Hank,’ he says. ‘Just call me Hank.’
‘Sorry. Later Hank.’
He smiles. ‘Later Kazuha.’
I stare at him as he crosses the street and goes back to his house. I feel like I can tell so much about him, just by watching him walk, open the door and the way he held my grandmother. There are contrasts and not gonna lie, I am kinda intrigued.
‘Kazuha!’ I hear my grandmother’s annoyed and impatient voice. ‘You’ve got the keys! Stop eyeing our handsome neighbor and get us inside.’
♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡
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Chapter One
Masterlist
The chocolate factory of the famous Willy Wonka was a place shrouded in mystery. Your grandpa Joe had told you many times that the factory had been closed for several years. But no one knew who could run this huge confectionery factory. Your grandpa Joe's stories made you want to visit this strange chocolate factory. Even if you thought some memories of your grandpa had to be fantasized, even if you adored him, some things were impossible. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the engines of the Wonka trucks delivering the famous treats. The people driving the trucks were the only people who could get in and out of the factory. You shook your head slightly before walking back to the crude cabin that served as your family's home. Your uncle and your aunt were not well off people. You could tell they were struggling to make ends meet. From an early age, you did odd jobs to help them as best you could. Now you worked in a small store a few blocks from the cabin, all your salary went to the Bucket family. You pushed the cabin door, greeting your grandparents, your aunt and your cousin. They answered you with a "hello" and "good evening" as you closed the door and took off your coat.
"Was it to the store, honey?" asked Madame Bucket, who was cooking her famous cabbage soup.
"Nothing out of the ordinary," you replied before going to hug each member of your family before sitting down next to Charlie.
The door was not long in opening on the father of the family: Mr. Bucket. The man greeted the family which was now complete. Mr. Bucket approached his wife to kiss her. She asked her husband if there was anything else to put in the soup. You felt your heart sink as you watched the smile disappear from your uncle's lips, giving way to an embarrassed expression, shaking your head slightly. Your aunt quickly replied that cabbage went best with cabbage, all while bringing down her chopper on the poor vegetable. The father of the family came to sit at the table, announcing to Charlie that he had something for him. He took caps of toothpaste from his pocket, placing them in front of the young boy who was more than happy to find the missing piece to complete his precious model of the chocolate factory.
"It's exactly what I need!" exclaimed Charlie, rushing to his closet to pull out his model.
"What's it, Charlie?" Grandpa Joe asked, trying to see what his grandson was doing.
Charlie put down his model of the famous chocolate factory, made entirely of toothpaste cap, to hang the last missing piece: the head of Willy Wonka.
"Dad fount it, just the piece I needed."
"What piece was it?" you asked, studying the model.
"A head for Willy Wonka," he replied smiling at you.
"Well! How wonderful!" said Grandma Josephine.
"It's quite a likeness," Grandpa Joe commented.
"You think so?" Charlie asked as he left your legs to walk closer to his grandparents' bed.
"Think so? I know so."
You took advantage of this moment to join your aunt in the small kitchen to prepare the bowls as well as the tray. Once the bowls were filled, you distributed them to the others before settling on the ladder, listening with one ear to Grandpa Joe's stories. You have heard them many times. You wondered what Willy Wonka looked like. Why did he never leave his factory? Where did all his ideas for his sweets come from? You quickly finished your soup to go to the room you shared with your cousin. You swapped your clothes for your nightgown, hole because of moths, and you slipped under the covers.
"I'd give anything in the world just to go in one more time... and see what's become of that amazing factory," Grandpa Joe said dreamily.
"Well, you won't," Grandpa George snapped, snapping Grandpa Joe out of his thoughts. "Because you can't! No one can. It's a mystery and i will always be a mystery. Even (Y/N) understood it. That little factory of yours, Charlie, is as close as any of us is ever going to get."
Grandpa George was right. It would take a miracle for anyone to set foot in the chocolate factory.
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A sigh escaped your lips as you explained to the umpteenth customer that all the chocolate bars had been sold. Since this morning, people had become hysterical. You had learned from Bill that the great Willy Wonka had hidden five golden tickets to allow five people to visit his chocolate factory. Part of you wanted to find that famous ticket, but you knew your chances were slim, extremely slim.
"They were crazy before, but now it's worse," you say, carrying the last box full of Wonka bars.
"And again! Have you ever seen a new flavor come out?" Bill asked chuckling.
"I remember when the morning dew flavored lollipop came out for Valentine's Day. I've never seen so many women banging on it for simple lollipops."
Bill was laughing as you carried the box of Wonka candy into the shop. You didn't have time to open the box and put the goods away when people came tumbling into the store, their money in their hands and yelling at you to give them the famous chocolates. A crazy day in itself. At the end of the day, you were completely exhausted and sweaty. People had gone absolutely crazy.
"You did very well, kiddo," Bill said, ruffling your hair.
"Do you think this frenzy will last long?"
"Hey! Wait a bit when the first golden ticket is found. Here, present from the house." Bill handed you a Wonka chocolate bar.
You thanked your boss while unwrapping the candy. Bill was watching carefully as you removed the foil.
Nothing.
You shrug your shoulders and say you've at least won some chocolate for tonight. You said good night to Bill before leaving the store, biting into chocolate. You had to finish it before going home. You loved your family, but there were times when you wanted to keep certain things to yourself. You were already giving your salary to your uncle and your aunt. You had every right to be selfish from time to time. To be sure of that, you took a detour to finish your candy. You sat on a bench, quietly eating your chocolate and enjoying this moment of solitude. You finished the last square of the tablet. You threw the packaging in the first trash can you found, your attention was caught by the newspaper that was inside. You took out the trash so you could read the articles.
"Well, the employee unable to serve his customers is scavenging," commented a female voice.
You sighed as you turned to one of Bill's store customers. One of the hysterical customers who yelled at you when you told her Wonka chocolate was out of stock.
"And the unpleasant customer has nothing else to do with her evening?" you asked sarcastically.
"You little..."
"Everything's going good here?"
You jumped as you turned to the third person who had just arrived. You didn't hear it coming. Who was this guy? He was tall, slender, wearing a top hat and odd glasses, dressed in a red velvet jacket, wearing gloves and holding a cane. The disgruntled customer huffed and mumbled something incomprehensible before turning on her heels and leaving, leaving you alone with this strange man.
"Thank you, sir," you say, turning to the strange man.
"It's nothing. I wasn't going to let that awful thing go after you, Barley Sugar."
"Barley sugar?"
"My dearest apologies, I didn't ask your name."
"Sorry, but my family always told me not to talk to the stranger. Thanks for saving me anyway, stranger."
"Good night, Barley Sugar."
You moved away from the mysterious man to take the road and return to the cabin after another small detour to enjoy your well-deserved moment of solitude. Night had long since fallen when you returned. Your grandparents, Mr Bucket and Charlie were fast asleep. Only Madame Bucket was still awake, sitting at the table, a bowl of cabbage soup just waiting to be eaten. Your aunt was giving you a stern look as you closed the door and took off your jacket which you hung up with the others.
"Where were you? I was worried, you know."
"Sorry, aunt. It was a crazy day with that golden ticket thing. People almost scratched my eyes out when they saw they didn't have the ticket," you say while eating your soup.
"(Y/N). Your... your uncle lost his job. From now on... you are our only source of income, honey."
The sip of soup passed slowly down your throat. It had to be a bad joke. Was God punishing you for a stupid Chocolate bar? You sighed knowing what she was going to ask of you and it didn't take long to happen: working overtime at Bill's. You wanted to scream, to tell her that you were already giving away everything you earned and now they're asking for more. But you didn't say anything, you just smiled and nodded.
"No problem. I'll... ask Bill for more hours," you say, tightening your grip on the spoon.
"I'm sorry, honey. Everything will be okay, I promise."
As per usual. It was you who was drinking.
#willy wonka#willy wonka x reader#charlie and the chocolate factory#charlie bucket#mr.bucket#mrs bucket#grandpa joe#grandma georgina#grandma josephine#grandpa george#oompa loompa#fanfiction#x reader#female reader
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Chapter 4 - Le cœur d'Anasthasya
The sun was shining in Anasthasya's room. The morning light warmed the room, she opened her eyes slowly, and the first thing she saw was Misft purring, lying next to her.
Before getting up, Hydes lovingly strokes the cat's fur and kisses its head. When she set her feet on the floor, she placed the cat in her arms and walked downstairs with the animal.
She missed her always messy room, her foreign records, the smell of grandma spread throughout the hallways of the mansion and the paintings of people with unfamiliar faces (but never forgotten) who were once family and left years before Anasthasya was even born.
She also missed the countless plants scattered around the corners of the rooms, the smell of fresh coffee in the morning, the small talk at lunch, Misft's soft fur scattered on the furniture, of her brothers' silly fights and of Mom and Dad's 'I love you's... All these things that made her feel good but couldn't take with her to Hogwarts, things that made her feel at home and protected.
In feather-light steps, she descended the stairs. On the first floor, Anasthasya returns the animal to the floor and follows her to the dining room.
There is no one there. She goes to the kitchen and it was also empty. The girl smiles sideways, starting to understand what was happening.
She leaves the mansion through the back doors that led directly to the backyard, a few steps and finds the picnic table prepared and full of food. When Hydes approaches, Severus, Thomas and Georgina come out from under the table.
— Happy birthday! — the three exclaim in sync.
The young woman laughs with joy, turning her back, she sees the rest of her family appearing, hidden behind plants and objects in the garden.
— Happy birthday, my Nana — Paola hugs her, kissing her daughter's cheek. Then Simon puts a cone-shaped hat on his daughter — My baby has grown so much!
— Happy birthday, darling — the father says, hugging her together with her mother.
After the hug from her parents, she receives affection from her aunt Carmen, grandmother Diana, brothers and finally, Snape.
— Happy birthday, Ana — he whispers in her ear, with his arms wrapped around his friend's body.
— Thanks, Sev — she responds, standing on tiptoe to fit perfectly into his embrace — thanks for letting me kidnap you...
— It was a pleasure being here with you and your family — he says, distancing their bodies, no matter how much they secretly wanted to remain stuck together and merge as one — kidnap me more often.
Anasthasya and Severus laugh together.
Grandma Diana approached holding the strawberry cake in her hands, the number 17 candles made the girl's eyes light up. To the sound of clapping and congratulatory music, Hydes closed eyes and after the joint song, she blew out the candles making her wish.
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While everyone was distracted by Carmen telling gossip about some of her colleagues' personal lives, Eliza approached the teenagers who were talking and smiling silly at each other.
— So... you're Severus Snape? — The aunt's fiancee extends her hand, greeting the boy. The woman was tall, a few inches taller than him, platinum blonde, dark brown eyes and a young face— Welcome to family.
— Thank you, miss — he says as he greets her.
— How did you two meet? — the lady asks looking at the duo.
— We are from the same house at Hogwarts and we are a little isolated from the rest... — Anasthasya explains.
— She isolated herself of her own accord, she could very well have become one of those idiotic snotty noses like Gryffindor — Severus adds with a roguish smile, teasing his friend by lightly hitting their shoulders together.
— How cute, you two are adorable together. Make the most of the energy you have now, Carmen and I don't have time to see each other normally... —Eliza focuses gaze on the future wife who was now laughing with her nephews, Eliza's expression changed when she saw her beloved's smile, almost hypnotized — but we stay together, regardless of what happens. You are a very cute couple.
Anasthasya loses her ground at Eliza's statement, feeling her cheeks heat up and body freeze. Severus couldn't have a different reaction either, even having butterflies in his stomach.
— Anyway, I'm going. Paola's meat dumplings are delicious, I need to finish them — the bride says, soon returning to the table.
The two were in shock after being mistaken for a couple. Before they can exchange a word, Simon calls everyone for a toast.
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The day passed quickly, Anasthasya didn't understand why those words affected her so much. "We're just friends! Just. Just friends, friends, friends."
Severus found himself in the same situation, but he pretended that Eliza's words didn't shake him.
The family spent the morning and part of the sunny afternoon celebrating, after the party, the mansion cleaned up the mess while they rested.
Grandma Diana was making a pair of black crochet gloves in front of the fireplace in the living room, Severus was in the living room reading a book that Anasthasya's father recommended on the sofa, until he saw her standing in front of him.
— Yes? he asks, raising one of his eyebrows.
— Come, I didn't show you my lair — she calls him.
Severus smiled, but felt anxious, even so he went up the stairs following her.
She takes him to her room, colorful and full of information. Posters, rugs, discarded clothes, a closet full of books and records, old and dusty dolls, small potted plants decorated the room. The colors orange, red and purple were most prominent among the different colors that coexisted there.
— Your room has a lot of personality — Snape praises, feeling himself entering the girl's mind.
— Oh, thanks! You know, empty things make me feel down... — Hydes murmurs, closing the door and heading towards the bookshelf, she picks up a record and approaches her record player — have you ever heard Françoise Hardy?
— I've never heard of it.
— But well, now go listen to her.
Carefully, the girl puts a record on the music player, echoing a calm melodic sound with a female voice singing.
Anasthasya turns to Severus standing in front of her, the young woman approaches with her eyes staring into his.
— What did you ask for for your birthday when you blew out the candles? — he asked.
—I'll only tell you if you dance with me.
— I don't dance well.
— I kind of don't care.
Severus lets out a weak laugh and approaches her with his hands on her back, inviting her to a reserved and slow dance. Anasthasya rests her hands on the boy's shoulder, with their eyes shining at each other to the sound of that song in a foreign language.
— I adore... — he murmured, focused on Hydes face. Mesmerized by his gaze.
— Do you adore music? It's my favorite, called 'Le premier bonheur du jour' and-
— I wasn't referring to music...
There was silence there, the gentle swaying of their bodies was addictive. Alone, in that small room, enchanted by the moment and in love with each other.
— I was referring to you. I adore you — he confesses at once, without speaking out or stuttering.
— I adore you too, Sev... — she murmured, bringing their faces closer together and placing one forehead against the other — do you know what I wished for at the time of congratulations and when I blew out the candle?
— What? — Severus asked, with the tips of their noses connected and unable to take his eyes off Anasthasya's full lips.
— I wish you really wanted to kiss me... — she said in a sigh, feeling his breath hitch against hers. Gently, Hydes hand goes to the boy's chest and she looks deep into his black eyes — do you want...to kiss me?
— It's one of the things I want most in my life.
After answering, they both close their eyes and their lips seal while the sound of the music slowly fades away. The first kiss was shy, awkward and strange, however, the immediate need for more of that contact arose.
One of Severus' cold hands caressed the girl's cheeks and went down to the tip of her chin, while he contemplated her face before kissing her with more confidence and passion.
Anasthasya returned the kiss, feeling their tongues intertwine with desire, it was wet and hot... and addictive. She takes Snape's vacant hand and places it on the side of her hip. He retreats, but Anasthasya insists that he touch more.
— Please... — the girl begs slyly.
— I'm sorry, Anasthasya... — Snape asks for forgiveness.
—For what? — Her look seemed confused and anxious, she then placed her hand on the young man's cheek, preventing him from leaving her — Severus, I know you want me. We are no longer 12, 13 year old children....And I want you.
— The problem isn't the kiss...much less you, but me...I feel so ashamed and unworthy of having you around. I punish myself when I have impure, intrusive thoughts about you and...
— Sev, I'm not a goddess or saint to feel like a sinner.
— For me you are.
— So give me what I want, kiss my mouth, grab my hips. Love me.
Without delay, Severus attacks the girl's lips, devouring her in an intense kiss with the tongue. She murmured, feeling the boy's hands pulling her hips closer. "Yes! That's what I wanted!" Anasthasya celebrated in her head, returning the contact with the same passion.
Seconds later, Snape was on top of Hydes on the mattress of the girl's bed, kissing her neck as she writhed and sighed in love.
— Ah, Sev! — she moaned in his ear, sending goosebumps all over his body. He walked away, still staring at his friend.
— I don't think we should do 'that' at your house...they might end up catching us.
— Y-you're right — Nana agreed, the young woman fixed her hair and clothes, her cheek was flushed and her eyes were shining. She wanted more.
— Maybe... You can stop by my house, and I can get away, there's a nice park nearby... — Snape pauses, thinking about his idea, he was also getting ready, wiping the lipstick on his mouth — We could...kiss there. If you want it.
— Yes...I would love to kiss you...more.
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AN: OMG THIS IS SO FLUFF KSKSBCJSJANAMLCNAPWMNDKDK
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Razputin and The Wonder Factory (Charlie and The Chocolate Factory Parody) Casting
Note: This is a mix of the original book, Broadway, 1971 and 2005 movie adaptations.
Based on the beloved Roald Dahl tale, this comedic and fantastical film follows young Razputin and his Grandpa Ford as they join a small group of contest winners who get to tour the magical and mysterious factory of eccentric candy maker Balan. Aided by his diminutive Tim workers, Balan has a hidden motivation for the tour, one that he will reveal only after the children in the group show their true colors.
Raz as Charlie Bucket (Psychonauts)
Ford as Grandpa Joe (Psychonauts)
Balan as Willy Wonka (Balan Wonderworld)
Marx as Augustus Gloop (Kirby)
Queen Ripple as Mrs. Gloop (Kirby)
Qiqi as Veruca Salt (Genshin Impact)
Zhongli as Mr. Salt (Genshin Impact)
Strawberry Crepe Cookie as Violet Beauregarde (Cookie Run)
Diavolo as Mr. Beauregarde (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)
Red Son as Mike Teavee (Lego Monkie Kid)
Princess Iron Fan as Mrs. Teavee (Lego Monkie Kid)
Sasha as Mr. Bucket (Psychonauts)
Milla as Mrs. Bucket (Psychonauts)
Salt Cookie as Grandpa George (Cookie Run)
Dr. Wasabi Cookie as Grandma Georgina (Cookie Run)
Hollyberry Cookie as Grandma Josephine (Cookie Run)
Lance as Mr. Slugworth (Balan Wonderworld)
The Tims as The Oompa Loompas (Balan Wonderworld)
Here’s your hint for the next Crossover Casting (It’s Dreamworks)!
🦁🦓🦛🦒🐧🇲🇬
@thetropicalfairy
#crossover casting#parody#Willy Wonka#willy wonka and the chocolate factory#charlie and the chocolate factory#Psychonauts#Balan Wonderworld#Kirby#Genshin impact#cookie run#jojo’s bizarre adventure#jjba#Lego monkie kid#monkie kid#this was an especially fun one to do!#since so many of us have grown up on this movie!!
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"No," said Mr. Wonka. "It's pointless. You seem to have decided to stay in that bed no matter what happens. And anyway, the stuff is much too precious to waste. I'm sorry I mentioned it." He started to walk away.
"Hey!" shouted Grandma Georgina. "You can't start something and not go on with it! What is too precious to waste?"
#willy wonka#wonka#catcf#catcf fanart#grandma georgina#grandpa george#charlie and the chocolate factory#charlie and the great glass elevator#willy wonka and the chocolate factory#wonka fanart#willy wonka fanart#willy wonka art#alicia durham art
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JOMP Book Photo Challenge
May 8: Favorite Book Mom
Mrs. Bucket, Charlie’s mom, and his grandmas Josephine & Georgina from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl; and the Grandmamma in The Witches by Roald Dahl.
#jompbpc#justonemorepage#book photo challenge#open book#open books#roald dahl#charlie and the chocolate factory#the witches#quentin blake#faith jaques#leerreadinglire
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HEADING FOR HENFORD: 2022
[Buckingsim Palace, Windenburg]
Queen Rowena: I need to change purses before we leave.
[Staff]: I can do that for you, ma’am.
Queen Rowena: *gasp* What are these doing in here?
Queen Rowena: There’s a note...
Queen Rowena: ...“P. S. Yes, you now own these!” What?! Oh, George!
King George: Okay, mother. The car will be here to take you to Kently Estate in about an hour. Are you sure you want to stay with Louis? It’s not too late for you to come with us.
Queen Zarah: I’m sure. I need to spend time with Louis and his family. Anna needs some extra “grandma” love after the last week of tabloid drama and Jazmyn and Leo had the baby the other day. I’d like to finally meet my great-grandson!
King George: Lady Delores will be here until you leave.
Queen Zarah: *scoffs* I don't need Rowena’s spies lurking around.
Queen Rowena: I heard that!
Queen Rowena: Kate, are you sure you don't mind riding alone?
Princess Katherine: I’m sure, mom. We’re just going to the airport...
[Highway 49, Greater Windenburg]
King George: Where is Lara?
Martin Lavelle [APS]: Her Royal Highness and Mr Anthony will be meeting us at the airport, Your Majesty.
King George: I hope she’s not late. We can't afford any screw ups today.
[Edward I Airport, Greater Windenburg]
King George: Look at this crowd!
Martin Lavelle [APS]: Yes, it seems Lara and Anthony’s engagement interview has caused quite the boost in fan-fair.
[Fan]: “I love you so much! You’re such an inspiration. I loved your engagement interview. Would you autograph my ROGUE cover?”
Princess Lara: You’re so kind. What’s your name?
[Fan]: “Oh my goodness! Kate! It’s really you!”
Princess Katherine: Hi! Thank you for coming. How long have you been waiting?
[Fan]: “2 hours.”
Princess Katherine: Bless your heart. Hopefully you can get back home soon!
[Fan]: “Can I have a hug?”
Princess Katherine: Sure.
Queen Rowena: Hello! Hi! Thank you all for coming.
[Fans]: “Your Majesty!”, “Your Majesty!”, “Queen Rowena!”
Queen Rowena: Hi, there! What’s your name?
Martin Lavelle [P.S.]: We should make our way onto the plane, sir. It’s almost time for takeoff.
King George: Once we land, approve the Grand Duchess of Glimmerbrook’s audience request. I’d like to see her while we’re at Sumpterton.
Martin: Yes, Your Majesty.
Queen Rowena: Having down time at Sumpterton for the next few weeks will offer opportunities to get a lot of the wedding plans finalized.
Princess Lara: I agree. The wedding will be here before we know it! Georgina von Trufalous designed a gorgeous gown!
Prince Rainier: My family’s flight now departs for Windenburg late tonight. They had major weather delays!
Princess Katherine: How are the kids? I know they are excited.
Prince Rainier: Between the children, myself, and the dogs, I don't know who is more excited!
Princess Katherine: Enjoy your family, Rainier. We’re about to take-off. I’ll call you when we land. Finally heading for Henford.
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#TS4#ts4 story#the sims 4 story#sims 4 royalty#ts4 royalty#sims 4 royal family#sims 4 monarchy#henford-on-bagley bound#ts4 Sandringham Summer#is now#ts4 Sumpterton Summer#Name change#ts4 legacy#sims 4 story#ts4 royal simblr#ts4 simblr#the sims 4#the sims royal family#sims4#ts4 tumblr#sims 4 Tumblr#simshousewindsor jewels of the crown#simshousewindsor#simshousewindsor ts4
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