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thebetawolfgirl · 6 months

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Could you do one where the reader and Timmy are co stars and the leading roles in WONKA and they’re doing press tour and stuff and the whole internet ships them but he’s dating Kylie. Kylie and y/n had something like big beef years ago , so when she finds out that Kylie is attending their wonka premiere, she decides to stop press tour completely , I just like some drama idk and I love your writinggg 🤍🤍

A/N: This isn’t my best work but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless! Thank you so much for all your support!!!

Dream Come True

Pairing: Timmy x Reader

Warnings: None. Just pure fluff and a little bit of angst.

Dream come True

Y/n met Timmy when they were cast as the leading roles in the new movie ‘Wonka’ telling the origin story of the famous Chocolatier Willy Wonka and they hit it off right away. They spent nearly every day together between takes talking about movies, literature and food, they would debate art and history, Timmy was intelligent and had a certain view of the world she had never seen in anyone else her age. He was sensitive and had passion, he was also very giving with his fans, he would stand and talk to them and listen to them. It was during Covid so he couldn’t get too close to anyone on the outside, which meant the only people they both saw was the rest of the cast and each other.

She stayed with him when he came back to work after his grandmother passed away as he lay in her arms breaking his heart. They had become close.

When Covid ended and he was able to do press finally for Dune, she sent him a quick message to wish him good luck and he replied with a heart emoji.

Now it was 2023 and they were finally able to do a bit of press for Wonka together, they were excited to talk about this project finally, everyone adored them together and the internet was shipping them together already, but of course he had already been spotted out with Kylie Jenner. Much to y/n’s disapproval, she didn’t like the girl but she had no right to tell Timmy who he should be dating. It wasn’t her business.

Timmy noticed how y/n would become distant with him whenever they were together and Kylie showed up, he didn’t like it. He hated not having y/n around him, he knew she and Kylie had a history long ago but he didn’t think she would completely distance herself from him. After his beloved grandmother passed away she was like his rock keeping him anchored as he drowned in his grief, now that Kylie was constantly around him, she wasn’t. And it was making him antsy, so much so in fact when she bailed out of one of their many press interviews for Wonka everyone around him could tell he was agitated because y/n wasn’t by his side. She claimed she had fallen unwell and lost her voice from all the talking and was taking a break.

When she came back he was fine again and back to his usual chatty goofy self.

When it came closer for the world premiere for Wonka in LA Timmy’s management came to him and said Kylie would be joining him on the red carpet for at least two of the premiers and he sighed burying his face in his hands.

He heard through the wall in the next suite y/n going crazy after hearing the news.

‘Is she that fucking desperate for attention that she needs to go to a premier for a children’s movie?! Talk about fucking creep factor! Will she be in the Chanel commercial too, or is this the only thing of Timothée’s she wants to destroy with her existence?’

She was so upset and furious. She sent Kylie a text telling if this movie flopped because of her, she would make her life a living Hell then turned off her phone. She told her publicist to send for her car, she was done with the whole tour and she was going home.

She saw Timmy’s agent in the hallway looking at her with regretful eyes and stormed past his shoulder. ‘I hope this little act was worth the money, she’s going to destroy his career he’s worked so hard for.’ She walked to the elevator and left without saying goodbye to any of the cast or to Timmy.

Timmy had been doing publicity work when he heard about y/n leaving and walking away from the rest of the tour and was devastated.

But when the night of the premiere arrived and y/n was nowhere to be seen he asked around thinking maybe she was just running late, but when his publicist told him with a nervous air that y/n had pulled out of coming to the premier as well as the tours Timmy went pale feeling himself falling back.

He felt Hugh and Olivia grab his arms lowering him into the chair as someone went to get him a glass of water, he buried his face between his legs as he felt his chest tighten.

He needed y/n here, he needed to see her face when the noise got to much for him she was the only one who could calm his nerves with her soothing words. She wasn’t happy about Kylie he knew that, she told him countless times that he could do so much better than her, he deserves so much better than her.

It was always her though, Timmy realised as he drank his water.

The premier came and went he did the whole arm around Kylie looking in love charade, when really he couldn’t stand her. The longer he looked at her the more his stomach turned. How had he not seen how fake this woman was, how vapid! No wonder he couldn’t think straight after being with her, it wasn’t lust his brain cells were dying, gasping out for some sort of stimulation.

No wonder after every conversation with Kylie he would call y/n to just to contradict her about something she said just to rile her up and have a healthy debate with her.

After the premier he ditched Kylie and locked himself in his hotel room and tried to call y/n but the phone just rang out, so he tried to message her and it said her phone was now switched off. He tried to Skype her on his laptop but that was disconnected. He slammed his laptop down getting annoyed, if she thought she could ignore him and he would just leave her alone she was wrong. He changed into his sweats and his hoodie with his baseball cap and grabbed his car keys before sneaking out of the hotel.

He knew where she lived, he remembered her telling him how she had inherited her grandfather’s ranch where she grew up as a little girl. It was out in the California countryside, a place surrounded by beautiful trees and mountains. It was still light for some reason, LA he guessed rolling his eyes. He drove along the road and he knew he was getting close when the desert become more leafy and he was suddenly surrounded by autumn trees, he smiled and came to farmlands and turned into a beautiful driveway dusted with fallen leaves and fenced off grasslands for the horses to graze on, he looked out his window and saw the stunning backdrop of mountains and and greenery.

He parked outside the house and got out of his car. His fancy wheels looked stupid in these surroundings. He looked around in amazement taking everting in, from the fresh air around him to the house and the huge mountains in the background and the horses grazing in the fields beyond. He couldn’t believe he was still in California. Maybe, Montana or somewhere in Arizona.

He understood why y/n loved this place so much, what happy memories she must have made here with her grandparents, he turned as he heard the door open and out she stepped looking at him. Dear God she was stunning, he had saw her all glammed up and he saw her all messy and covered in chocolate and mud and he had even saw her in her pyjamas when he showed up at her hotel room late one night, but he had never saw her like this.

She was wearing a pair of old torn jeans, covered in some sort of white stuff like powder, she must have been baking, and an off the shoulder knit sweater and her light brown hair was in a messy side braid. Her bangs were whipping around her face, as she walked up to him shoving her hands in her pockets.

‘Timmy? What are you doing here? I thought you would be at the after party?’

‘I’m sorry, I am so so sorry. I was a total dick to you!’ He blurted out before he could stop himself and she blinked at him.

He looked around, spreading his arms wide ‘This just proves my theory!’

She smiles stepping closer to him ‘What theory is that?’

‘That you’re definitely an angel, because this,’ he gestures around him. ‘This is Heaven!’

She smiles watching him look around him.

‘I could see myself spending my out my life here,’ he looked her in the eyes ‘With you. I could see me spending my life here with you.’

She takes a deep breath looking at him. ‘Is that what you came all the way out here to tell me?’

‘No, actually I drove out here to confront you about ignoring me tonight and argue with you. Tell you, Plato was an idiot and the Yankees suck ass!’

She glared before raising her eyebrow looking at him ‘And now?’

He sighed shoving his hands in his pockets ‘Well I can’t very well yell at you now.’

‘The Yankees are a great team by the way.’

He scoffed rolling his eyes and she raised her eyebrows. ‘Because the Knicks did so great this season?’

‘Hey! They did their best okay!’

‘My ass they did their best!’ She turned and walked back towards the house and he followed her immediately almost automatically.

He closed the door behind him and stepped inside the cozy house and looked around, there were family photos of different generations scattered along the wall, he saw a picture of y/n in her graduation robes holding her diploma.

‘What did you study?’

‘Before becoming an actor I wanted to work with animals. So I studied veterinary science.’

‘Wow.’ He muttered under his breath as he looked at all of the family photos and saw a picture of a young girl on a horse holding a large trophy.

‘Hey who’s the little girl on the horse with the trophy?’ He called to her in the kitchen.

‘Oh that’s me. I came in first place in the equestrian event. My papa was so proud that he was actually crying.’ She came back with two bottles of his favourite beer and handed him one, smiling at the photos. He watched her closely as he sipped his beer ‘What was your grandfather like?’

She looked at him and smiled ‘You’re the first person to ever ask me what he was like.’

He smiled and waited. ‘He was always smiling, always singing. He liked putting the radio and dancing with grandma around the kitchen. He taught me how to dance too.’ She looked up at Timmy smiling before frowning ‘When grandma died he was never the same again, I think a little bit of him died when she did. The thing that killed him most, I think was that none of the family came to the funeral. I skipped school and took a bus using my lunch money to go. All the other families from the neighbouring ranches came but her own children didn’t come. I moved in here after graduation, I told my parents to stay away, invited my grandpa instead. Haven’t spoken to them since his funeral eight years ago.’

She sighed as Timmy listened intently without interrupting. He knew she had been keeping this bottled up for years. All of the love and pride she felt for her grandparents, the hurt and the shame of her family not paying their respects and her total determination with her loyalty towards her grandparents. No wonder the old man left his entire life to his granddaughter. She was the only who cared enough to stay.

‘I’m sorry y/n.’ He wrapped his arm around her shoulder to comfort her.

‘Your parents sound like assholes. If you don’t mind me saying.’

She shook her head closing her eyes and smirked ‘Not at all. You’re right on the dot. They are assholes. When I made it to the big time they contacted me, wanting to ‘make amends’ I told them to go fuck themselves. After how they treated my grandparents I’m not interested.’

She turned to him and buried her head in his chest wrapping her arms around his waist ‘You’re actually the first person I’ve ever told that story.’

He was shocked as he wrapped his arms around her back he had heard she wasn’t the most trusting person. In fact he heard rumour about how hard she was to work with, she wasn’t good at taking orders and she barely spoke to anyone on set. But Timmy had seen her with fans, she would spend ages with the kids and the elderly, she always made sure was allowed the same lunch hour the actors had. She remembered the names of crew members asking one how their daughter enjoyed her first day of school, she even asked one of his grandmother was getting better.

He took her over to the couch and sat down with her holding her close as she lay against his chest.

He would break it off with Kylie, he didn’t care if he had to pay a big fine for terminating the contract, it would be worth it if he could be with y/n.

The fact that he could already hear the echo of their children running around the house and eventually their grandchildren, was huge. He never envisioned his future with anyone before. But with y/n, he saw himself spending the rest of his life on this ranch with this kind, beautiful woman and one day their children.

Y/n looked up seeing Timmy lost in thought and reached up to kiss his jaw, ‘penny for your thoughts?’

He looked down at her and blinked at feeling her lips on his skin ‘I don’t want to freak you out or scare you.’

She reached up and kissed his jawline again ‘You won’t, please tell me.’

‘I was thinking about our future. A-and I was picturing our children and our grandchildren running all about this house.’

He blushed and looked down and she sat on his lap lifting his face to make him look at her. ‘Are we married or do we live like hippies?’ She smiled and pecked his lips before he deepened the kiss leaning forward. ‘No, we’re definitely married until we’re old and grey, and calling the cops on each other because we can’t remember who the other one is.’ She laughed against his lips at his strange narrative of their future, she pulled away before standing and taking his hand to guide him upstairs to her bedroom.

They didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but they were ready for whatever would be thrown their way. They met on a movie based on following your dreams, and they ended up being each other’s dream come true!

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rosesloveletters · 4 months

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The Flowers You Gave Me.

Pairing: 1971 Willy Wonka x Reader

Word Count: 3,080

Warnings: no major content warnings apply.

Summary: Reader has a food allergy/intolerance and has to carefully monitor everything that they consume. They are unable to eat anything inside of Wonka's original Chocolate Room and, therefore, he takes it upon himself to create an entirely separate Chocolate Room for their enjoyment and pleasure with foods which are completely safe for them to eat and free from any cross-contamination.

Author's Note: this fic is incredibly special to me, as Wonka's Chocolate Room is my absolute FAVORITE room inside his factory, but I would likely be able to eat almost nothing in there. At least, the chocolate would be off limits to me. I like to think Wonka would want everyone to be able to enjoy his chocolate and sweets, regardless of allergies and/or intolerances and, as we all know quite well, he goes above and beyond with extravagance.

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The chocolate factory was a symphony of sights, sounds and smells.

The aroma of melted chocolate that filled the air was impossible to resist. Its rich, saccharine scent was intoxicating and sensual, making your mouth water in anticipation of the delicious treats that lied ahead. The sound of machines grinding and churning echoed in hypnotic rhythm throughout the halls while the incandescent lights shone down in poor, artificial substitution for real sunlight.

Anyone else might have run off to taste-test as much product as they could get their hands on, but you had to be vigilant of everything you put into your mouth, scrutinize every ingredient to make absolute certain that there was nothing used in the production of what you were about to eat that could potentially make you sick.

You were a bit resentful that you could not simply indulge in whatever you pleased, but this was your reality and you chose to make the best of it rather than let it control you.

“I still don’t understand why you won’t just tell me what new product you’ve made, Willy,” your voice was terse, strained as if it pained you to remain cordial when he unwittingly teased you with treats you would not be able to sample, “why do I have to see it?”

It was not his fault, you reminded yourself. He knew your system could not tolerate certain foods, yet it was still understandable that time to time he might forget, although it was unlikely, considering his high intelligence, attention to detail and information retention.

It was not that you were disinterested in his work; you wanted to share his excitement, but you could only do so much.

You couldn’t taste anything inside of the chocolate factory until he gave you the ‘all clear’. You had to have confirmation and extensive reassurance that you were not ingesting anything toxic to your system and that nothing you put into your body was contaminated in any way. It was of the utmost importance that Wonka took the necessary steps and food safety precautions before offering you anything to eat.

“Because to believe is to see, my dear, and you believe in me, do you not?” the smart curve of his lips as he smirked at you and the twinkle in his eyes betrayed little, but you felt like he was tempting you despite his words not making much sense, “I can see the worry lines forming, but please don’t be alarmed. You have tried so many of my creations and I haven’t poisoned you yet.”

His words were meant to be comforting, but the added ‘yet’ at the end of his sentence filled you with apprehension. You knew that Willy would never intentionally give you something that would make you sick. He was not that cruel or uncaring. His words were playful and innocent and meant only to calm you down.

Your cheeks were warm with embarrassment as you followed along beside him, however he stayed a pace or two ahead, traveling at a rather brisk clip.

“I know. You’re right and I didn’t mean to imply that you would do something like that,” you tried to explain yourself, but Willy did not want to hear it.

He held his hand up to silence you long enough for him to interject, “no need to explain anything away. I understand your concern, my dear, and am very sympathetic to your condition. Nevertheless, I simply must show you this.”

There was no getting around it. Whatever it was that Willy Wonka had to share, he was going to show it to you. At this point, your curiosity was starting to get the best of you and you increased your pace to keep up with him as he led you down a long hallway that you had never been on before.

You were in the wing of the factory which housed Wonka’s beloved Chocolate Room.

The sweet fragrance of melted chocolate wafted into your nostrils and you could practically taste it on your tongue.

There was a lot which was unsafe for you to eat inside that room and it piqued your curiosity of why he would bring you to this part of the factory, but you remained silent as he led you on down the hall.

Willy stopped in front of a door not unlike the one which led to the Chocolate Room. The wood itself was the same rich brown, carved to resemble a chocolate bar, except this one had an intricate gold inlay to set it apart from the others and indicate a very clear distinction between this room and the Chocolate Room.

You would have noticed this door if you had chosen not to avoid this part of the factory and now as you stood outside the wonders held within the room beyond, you could not help yourself from asking, “what are we doing here?”

He did not answer your question, but there was a knowing look in his eyes and that was one which you were highly familiar with.

Willy Wonka was always up to something, but whether you wanted to know what it was were you uncertain. He had a penchant for hijinks and was known for being a bit of a trickster; you never quite knew if you could trust what he was saying or doing. He had created an aura of mystery and crafted the illusion that things happened inside the factory that were beyond his control, but you knew better. You had wised up to his antics and knew that nothing that happened here was without his approval, knowledge or doing. He was very much in control of what went on inside of his chocolate factory, regardless of what he might have let others believe.

His laissez-faire attitude added to the magic, but it was all a façade; this was his chocolate factory and he was the mastermind.

“This is my most recent masterpiece,” he informed you, “the latest and greatest in chocolate confectionery that was as much of a challenge as it was a labor of love and artistry.”

He was proud of what he had created here, that was for certain. He was often humble about his work, even though you would have sung his praises to the moon and beyond.

You did not know what to expect and so you eagerly awaited the unveiling with bated breath and hoped that whatever lied behind that door was edible and safe for you to consume.

Wonka practically read your thoughts, “don’t get over-excited, my dear. Take it all in stride and appreciate what considerable effort went into it.”

His overreaching statements were as wild in sentiment as his hair was in texture and volume.

You watched with wonder as one of the panels on the door flipped down to reveal a small piano lock, just like the one he had installed to keep the Chocolate Room off limits and protected. He played a few notes, which had a lower cadence and was played at a considerably slower pace than that of the overture of Mozart’s Marriage of figaro.

Wonka deftly tapped the keys in smooth succession and you recognized the opening notes of Claude Debussy’s Clair de lune as the door unlocked itself.

A wave of conscious relaxation washed over you like the calm, undulating ripples of the sun-warmed sea.

He had wanted to surprise you, but this came as a shock. Clair de lune was your favorite piece and you vaguely recalled telling him this long ago; somehow, he had remembered.

Willy Wonka didn’t acknowledge your surprise but was grinning from ear to ear as he pushed the door open.

You remained where you stood, rooted to the spot.

He had…remembered?

Why did he choose to use such a specific piece for this lock?

What was going on?

You felt like there was some giant secret that everyone was in on except for you, which was often the case with him, even if it would have been merely your perception with anyone else.

You decided better than to ask him about it, knowing he did not like to be questioned and would therefore make up a silly excuse not to answer. Perhaps it was better that way, to simply enjoy these little surprises for what they were and to not look a gift horse in the mouth.

A little smile lit up your expression and Wonka glanced over his shoulder to admire the look on your face.

The soft light in his cornflower eyes made him seem almost ethereal.

His gaze shifted skyward and his smirk grew.

He refrained from divulging that he had learned Clair de lune in its entirety; perhaps he would share this with you after dinner, when he might idly choose to sit at the piano and play, giving you yet another little surprise like tiny morsels spread throughout the day so that you could have a taste of sweetness each time you had a craving.

What use was it to devour it all at once, rather than savor everything he had to offer?

Willy Wonka had so many secrets to share, but he wanted to take his time.

Luckily, you would have willingly spent a lifetime just to learn his name, not to mention everything else in his head, which was an even more beautiful place than any one of the seven wonders of the world.

Wonka gestured for you to enter, holding the door open for you.

After you had recovered, your legs felt like jelly, but were steady enough to carry you over the threshold and onto the landing inside the room.

The sight that greeted you was so overwhelming that you did not notice Wonka enter and close the door behind you.

He was still smiling, his eyes raking over you as he assessed your reaction to determine whether you were pleased.

You covered your gaping mouth as your eyes were drawn to an array of vibrant colors and abstract shapes, candy-coated woodland scenery inside of a sugar-inducing wonderland.

It was all too reminiscent of his original Chocolate Room, except for the lack of a chocolate waterfall, but you were not about to complain.

He had brought this vision to life straight out of his storybook mind and everything that your eyes gazed upon was something Wonka had envisioned and created with his own two hands. It was miraculous and beautiful, swirling and twisting delicacies that grew on trees and from the ground like real living plants and flowers.

Your mouth watered and your stomach rumbled with hunger. You were literally a kid in a candy store; even your actual age couldn’t call you otherwise.

However, as quickly as your excitement had built, it soon faded twice as fast.

You could not eat any of it.

“Oh, Willy…” your voice came out in a soft, halting whine, desperate to fill your mouth and stomach with sweets you knew you could not have, “it’s absolutely gorgeous.”

“It’s for you.”

His words did not resonate with you at first; you did not even acknowledge them.

How could all of this be for you?

You did not understand and Willy did not clarify.

He took your hand and tucked it under his arm as he led you down the steps and along one of the little paths. The small pathway curved into a small clearing filled with chocolate flowers and giant mushrooms with red licorice caps and frosting-filled spots. Your eyes did not deceive you when you thought you saw the very same edible flower teacups that grew in his original Chocolate Room. They were even the same color!

You bent down to admire them as they blossomed in buttery yellow splendor, a pleasant smile blooming across your features.

These ones were somewhat different, shimmering as if they had been sprinkled with pixie dust; Wonka’s factory was nothing short of a fairy tale and you wondered what they were made of.

“Give one a try,” Willy urged you, “I know you’ve always wanted to.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but the glint in Wonka’s eye made you pause.

What was he not telling you?

You were beginning to put the pieces together and suddenly it clicked in your mind.

“You did all this…for me?”

Wonka nodded humbly, “of course. I can’t have you missing out on any of my confections, now, can I? Everything in this room is safe for you to eat and the only ones who have access to it are a select few Oompa-Loompas I have chosen specifically for their expertise in cross-contamination prevention who have been made aware of your dietary restrictions, you and myself.”

You did not know what to say. No amount of thanks would ever be enough compensation for all the work he had done to provide you with the safety and comfort that everything that you consumed inside this room was perfectly safe for you to eat. You would never have been able to repay such a grand gesture, but Willy did not ask you to. He simply wanted you to be able to enjoy these delicacies despite your restrictions and since he was the most masterful chocolatier in the world, he was more than capable of giving you that.

“I don’t know what to say…,” but soon, you blurted out, “thank you, Willy!”

Tears pricked your eyes like sharp glass droplets and Willy’s expression softened. He extended his arms, offering you a hug which you gladly accepted.

His arms enveloped you in a tight embrace and you burrowed in against his chest. He smelled of cocoa and understated tones of autumn earth and candied maple drizzle with brown sugar nectar.

You inhaled, your head swimming with the intoxicating smell of him as he held you.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly, craning his neck to look down at you.

His eyes chased yours as you seemed somewhat afraid to make eye contact with him now; he wanted you to see the gentle look on his face and know that you were always safe here with him.

“Y-Yes,” you stammered, “it’s just…no one has ever gone to so much trouble for me before.”

“What trouble?” he asked with a slight frown on his face, “putting this together for you was a delight.”

“You know what I meant.”

Of course, he did.

This was a massive undertaking for him alongside his usual work and to keep such a secret right under your nose would have been impossible if he hadn’t been Willy Wonka.

He heard everything that you were trying to say and it warmed his heart that you had such difficulty communicating it to him verbally. It meant more to him to see that satisfaction on your face rather than coming out of your mouth.

Actions were stronger than words and this you and Wonka agreed upon.

You gave him another little nuzzle and he patted your back in a comforting gesture.

“Now, you can have whatever you like with no worry that it might be contaminated,” he assured you, his gentle voice like a sweetly sung melody, “but I don’t want you in here filling your belly unattended. A little bit of sugar goes a long way, so…I suggest we enjoy such things in moderation.”

You nodded, but then a thought came to you, “I think I’m far more at risk for sugar sickness from all your sweet words and kindnesses than from a little chocolate.”

“This isn’t your way of telling me to be unkind to you, is it?”

His teasing lilt made you laugh.

“Absolutely not!” you replied, chuckling as he let go of you, “and all jokes aside, I really, really appreciate this, Willy. You have no idea…”

“Oh, I do,” he laughed with you.

He bent down and plucked one of the flower teacups and passed it to you, which you gratefully took from him.

It was true; you had been longing to take a bite out of one of these since you had laid eyes on them, but thought it was never meant to be. Now, holding one in your hands, you were faced with the very real idea that you were as much a part of Wonka’s world as he was.

You were as important to him as the cocoa bean was to the creation of chocolate.

Everything that he did was now done with you in mind.

It had taken some time to get to this point with him, but every step you took was another one which kept you by his side and you were ready and willing to carry on like this with him for the rest of your life. You wanted to coexist with him, to enjoy this wonderful world of candy that only he could create and now your fears seemed so far away.

Fear that had once convinced you that your limitations might cause resentment.

Willy Wonka wanted you to know that no matter whether you could eat all his chocolate or none of it, that it did not determine how he felt about you.

You were what was special and important to him and your impediments were not a disincentive.

He would find a way around those because you deserved as much consideration and care as anyone else and he was determined to show you that.

Willy knew how much it bothered you that you couldn’t just eat without worry and therefore he also knew just how much this meant to you that he cared enough for you that he would spend his free time putting together a Chocolate Room specifically designed to cater to your dietary needs and restrictions.

He knew all this, and more, as he watched you take your first bite of the yellow flower teacup that had caught your fancy so much time ago.

Your face twisted in delight and you hummed appreciatively as the taste of sweet crystal cream coated your taste buds.

Knowing that he had finally been able to give you a gift that allowed you to enjoy his sweets uninhibited filled him with joy and even though he also knew you would be thanking him until the end of time, you didn’t need to.

He had done this for no other reason than for your own enjoyment and pleasure and he knew how much you appreciated him.

He knew more than you ever would have thought.

Willy Wonka even knew that you loved him.

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animesmolbean · 2 months

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A World of Pure Imagination

Author's Note: An original chapter!! Sorry if it's a little short.

Side note, I now officially own the Wonka DVD! I got it on Monday (March 11).

Additionally, I saw Dune Part 2 last night, and it was phenomenal!!

Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♥️

Chapter 8: Bonding Moment

After a long day of selling chocolate to the townspeople, everyone returned to the wash house in high spirits. They were getting closer and closer to achieving their goal.

Once everyone was dismissed to their rooms for the night, Yin wanted to go to Noodle's room to talk to her about his feelings for a certain inventor. But before he could approach her, he felt a hand gently grab his wrist. He turned and saw it was Willy. His heart immediately started beating faster.

"What is it, Willy?"

Willy gave him a soft smile. "Can you... help me with something?" He asked, suddenly shy.

Yin felt a blush blossom onto his cheeks. He nodded. "Of course!" He said, a little too excited.

Willy's smile grew. "Great! Come on!" Willy pulled Yin after him, leading his to his room. Yin managed not to fall over from Willy, pulling on his arm and jogging at a fast pace. They made it to Willy's room, and they got inside, Willy closing the door.

Yin looked around. Despite knowing Willy planned on leaving once he paid off Mrs. Scrubbit, he still made his room look like one you would have if you had a home. The room was dripping with Wonka personality. With his travel factory, various items were strewn about, possibly for inventions and on his wall, were papers with all the letters of the alphabet that Noodle and he made.

The whole look of it made Yin wish he had something like that.

"Wow. You.. really made this... your own." He said.

Willy chuckled. "Sorry if it's a mess. I've been collecting various parts I need."

"Why?" Yin asked curiously.

"I'm building a trap. To finally catch the Little Orange Man." Willy replied, a determined gleam in his eyes.

"The one who's stealing your chocolate?"

"Correct!"

Yin bit his bottom lip. After a few seconds of thinking, he nodded. "All right. I'll help you." He said with a soft smile.

Willy returned the smile. "Thank you, Yin." He said, bowing his head a little to the young man. Yin blushed lightly at the gesture, playing with a strand of his hair.

"Let's talk about how we will do it." Willy said as he sat on his bed.

Yin nodded and sat next to him.

For the next hour, the pair talked about how they would make the trap. Yin suggested using the jar he had to bait him into coming in; an idea Willy approved of. Once the talking was done, they started making the trap. Willy taught Yin how to do certain tasks.

As they worked, many occurrences happened. Their fingers brushing against each other's as they built the contraption, arms bumping into each other's, and the occasional glance one would have when the other wasn't looking.

The trap was almost complete when Willy spoke up.

"I've noticed you play with that bracelet around your wrist a lot."

Yin blushed lightly and looked down at his right wrist, where his handmade bracelet was.

Willy looked at the young man. "Was it a gift?" He asked curiously. Yin looked up at the beautiful inventor and nodded.

"Yeah. It was a gift... from my parents."

Willy finished his task and sat down on the floor next to Yin, crossing his legs. "Your parents got it for you?"

"Close. They... actually made it."

Willy looked surprised. "They did?"

Yin nodded with a hum. "They both came up with a design, bought the materials, and made it together. They gave it to me when I turned sixteen."

"May I see it?" Willy asked softly.

Yin was hesitant at first but decided to show Willy. But as he moved to remove the bracelet, Willy took his right hand and looked at the bracelet around his wrist.

The action made Yin blush. He silently watched as Willy examined the braided bracelet. His fingertips caressing the string, lightly tickling the inside of his wrist, sending a couple of chills down his spine.

"It's beautiful." Willy whispered to him.

"Thank you." Yin whispered back.

Yin looked down and saw Willy also had a bracelet around his wrist. "What about your bracelet?" He asked.

Willy looked down at his bracelet, then back at the gorgeous young man in front of him.

"It was my mother's." He whispered.

Yin frowned softly. They both had jewelry from their late parents.

Willy saw the frown and placed a hand on the boy's cheek. Yin gasped softly at the touch but relaxed after a few seconds. He reached a hand out and placed it on Willy's cheek, mirroring him. Willy leaned into the touch. Yin smiled softly.

The two stayed in that position for what felt like forever, just looking into each other's eyes. As they did, Yin realized that Willy's eyes had some green in them, along with hazel. They were beautiful.

The pleasant silence was interrupted when a soft yawn escaped Yin's lips. Willy thought he looked adorable. "Tired?"

The tired boy nodded. Willy stood up and took Yin's hands, helping him onto his feet. Yin swayed a bit as he stood. Luckily, Willy placed his hands on the boy's waist to steady him. Yin chuckled sleepily at the contact. Willy blushed lightly and bit his bottom lip.

"Come on. I'll help you to your room." Willy offered. Yin didn't refuse and wrapped an arm around Willy's shoulders. Willy helped the tired boy to Noodle's room. Once there, Yin looked at Willy.

"Thank you for helping me, Yin."

"Of course!" Yin replied. "Anything for you." He added in a whisper.

"Hmm?" Willy hummed, his head tilted to the side.

Yin realized his slip and shook his head tiredly. "Nothing." He smiled softly. "Good luck with your trap, Willy. Tell me how it goes if you catch him."

Willy smiled. "I will." He placed a hand on Yin's cheek and caresses it with his thumb. "Good night, Yin." He whispered, his tone sweet. Yin hummed at the feeling. "Good night, Willy." He whispered back, tucking a strand of Willy's curly hair behind his ear. Willy blushed lightly but smiled.

Yin opened the door and gave Willy a soft but sweet smile before entering the room. Willy watched him enter the room and close the door. He walked back to his room, a cheerful smile on his face.

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boomboxboi · 8 months

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Would the Bucci-Gang survive Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory? 🍫

Bruno Bucciarati

Barely.

Bruno would hands down lick that funky wallpaper.

And he would enjoy that quite a bit.

Then he’d go into the off limits bubble room.

He would try the bubbles and begin to float.

He also would not burp.

But he’d zip his stomach open so the gas could escape.

And then he’d get in a fight with Willy Wonka because his factory is funky and there can only be one funky man in town!

Leone Abbacchio

No.

He would die on that chaotic ass boat ride.

Who wouldn’t, though?

That shit is a hungover man’s worst nightmare.

He would fall out of the boat and then drown in the molten chocolate.

RIP to Abbacchio.

Pannacotta Fugo

Physically: Yes.

Mentally: No.

The logic of that factory would cause Fugo to have an existential crisis.

When he left, nothing would make sense anymore.

Willy Wonka’s logic?

It’s too much for Fugo to handle.

He survived. But at what cost?

Narancia Ghirga

No.

But it was worth it.

All that candy?

All that chocolate?

It’s Narancia’s dream.

Though, if he did survive, he’d have so many cavities.

His death would be in that room where everything is edible.

He would probably eat something that he shouldn’t.

The one thing that wasn’t edible.

RIP our hungry lil’ man.

Guido Mista

No.

It isn’t his fault, though.

The Pistols just eat literally everything.

And they eat that gum that turns you into a blueberry.

Six little blueberries just floating around.

And then Mista becomes a blueberry by default.

He’s lucky they didn’t fall in that chocolate river.

RIP Mr. Blueberry and his six lil’ blueberries.

Giorno Giovanna

Yes.

He’s funky enough to survive that hellscape.

In fact, he would outplay and outsmart Wonka in every single way.

Eventually, the two would become allies.

It would be everyone’s nightmare.

Also, he would love that wacky boat ride.

And would want to go on the ride again.

This is Giorno’s villain origin story.

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Not only did we go to see Disney's Wish This past Tuesday but we also stayed to see the Musical Extravaganza Wanka. Now I'll say I'm not a huge fan of the original movie I've seen both versions Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory 1971 and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory 2005 I seen them both a few times their not bad movies its just not something I fell in love with. Probably because I didn't see the original when I was a kid and only really watched it for the first time I think when the Remake came around. So if I'm not a fan why go see this?

It was the tag line "Discover how Willy became Wonka" I thought it would be interesting to go see this somewhat origin story and that is what you get a young Willy Wonka off on his dream to become the best chocolate maker in the world the problems and pitfalls he has on the way how he meets the oompa loompas and how the factory gets started.

Now what did I think of this movie? honestly? I thought it was great! I actually enjoyed this way more then I did the original movies. I felt this was fun, exciting and just like chocolate a lil nutty lol It was actually a weirdly interesting movie at times.

I would have to say the movie is also a visual spectacle with the amazing dance numbers and production design like the store set up with everything being made of candy and chocolate was a pretty crazy set piece I thought. Also visual effects was impressive especially Hugh Grant's Oompa-Loompa character Lofty. You see him in the trailer but its way better when you see him on the big screen how they did that so seamlessly was I thought really cool.

Like I said the music was great there is a mix of new and old songs the dance choreography was I thought really well done and everyone in those big numbers deserves some praise.

The acting was great in this too Timothée Chalamet who played Willy Wonka was I thought very perfect for this role and absolutely channeled Gene Wilder while playing a younger version of that character I could see this younger version of Wonka growing into the Gene Wilder version of the character

the movie had quite a few funny moments There were a few running jokes in this especially one that involved Keegan-Michael Key as a somewhat bumbling Chief of Police who gets fatter every time you see him thanks to his chocolate addiction

and also Mr.Bean himself Rowan Atkinson also makes makes an appearance as a somewhat crooked Father Julius.

but like I said I thought this was a great movie and actually enjoyed it more then the original movie actually. So if your a fan of the original movie I would say give this a watch. Its fun, bright and very sweet just like the chocolate that flows through it.

oh also there is a lil thing that plays during the credits with Hugh Grant's Oompa-Loompa character

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stayconnecteed · 5 months

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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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connors-chocolate-history-blog · 6 months

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Introduction: The Origins of Chocolate

Hello. This blog will focus on the history of chocolate.

The history of chocolate is a bit like Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory: charming and colorful on the surface but dark and unsettling once you peel back the layers. Most people don’t want to think about colonialism, genocide, slavery, exploitation, pollution, or corporate greed when they break off a piece of that Kit-Kat bar, but Western society’s chocolate habit has always been at the expense of poorer nations.

We must begin by discussing where chocolate came from: Mesoamerica. Below is a Maya chocolate pot, found in a king's tomb in Guatemala.

All alone I sing to him who is my god. In the place of light and heat, in the place of the world, the cacao has flowered, is frothing, and the drink, that inebriates with flowers. I breathe it in, my heart savors it, my heart is inebriated, in truth my heart knows it: Hail redness of rubber collar! fresh and fiery, you light your garland of flowers, O mother! Sweet, delicious mother, precious flower of roast corn, you only offer yourself, you shall be abandoned, you shall have to depart, you shall remain unfleshed. Here you have come, before the princes, you, marvelous creation, inviting to pleasure. On the mat of blue and yellow feathers here you are set up. Precious flower of roast corn, you only offer yourself you shall be abandoned, you shall have to depart, you shall remain unfleshed. [...] The cacao in flower is already frothing, the flower of tobacco is shared out. My heart if it wished would be inebriated... “All Alone, I Sing” Tlaltecatzin of Cuauhchinanco. Translated by Timothy Ades

Let this poem set the tone.

Chocolate began in ancient Mesoamerica. It was discovered by the Olmecs, refined by the Maya who first called it Cacao, and then given to the Mexica (or Aztecs) who gave it the name "chocolate". Ancient Maya, Aztec and Olmecs created chocolate plantations and were the first to ferment, roast and grind the beans into a powder or paste. And while we associate chocolate with desserts, the Mesomarericans used it as a spice and a drink. The Aztecs named the drink Xocatl, which is where we get the word "chocolate" from. As a drink, cacao was enjoyed by the upper classes of their society, a symbol of wealth and power linking them to the Gods. It was an important part of culture in Mesoamerican society, with the plant playing a significant role in mythology, religion, culture and commerce. They considered it the “tree of life”, and the cacao beverage to be the “food of the Gods”--something sacred to be protected, not a cheap mass-produced snack product the way we view it today. Cacao beans were used as currency and as a tax paid to the government–a 1545 document written in the Nahutl language of the in the Aztec empire shows that the daily wage of an Aztec porter was 100 cacao seeds, a turkey was worth 200 seeds, and a tamale from a street vendor was worth one seed. They were often given as gifts to celebrate births, marriages and initiations into society. Thanks to a funerary bowl discovered in southern Belize, we know that cacao beans were sometimes even buried with dead bodies to guarantee safe passage into the afterlife, much like how ancient Greeks would bury their dead with coins to give to Charon.

Rather than a commodity to be bought and sold, the Mesoamericans viewed chocolate as something more than that. It was food, it was currency, and it was sacred, representing power, wealth, and their Gods. This would change once the Spanish Empire made contact with the Mexica, and discovered the mysterious brown bean that would eventually change the world forever…

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adamwatchesmovies · 1 year

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Tom and Jerry: Back to Oz (2016)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

When I saw Tom and Jerry: Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, I saw unintentional comedic gold. The shoehorned cat and mouse created plot holes, the crappy animation made for many meme-worthy frames, plus it was just so out-of-nowhere the very title made me laugh. What was next Tom and Jerry and Kramer vs. Kramer? Tom and Jerry and Me, Myself & Irene? I couldn't wait to see Tom and Jerry and the Wizard of Oz but it disappointed me. It’s a film made worse by being better, which is also very much the case for this sequel.

Following her return to Kansas after her adventure in the wonderful land of Oz, Dorothy Gale (voiced by Grey Griffin) learns the farm’s livestock is about to be forfeited to Mr. Bibb (Jason Alexander) unless the family repays their debt to him. Worse, the Nome King (also Jason Alexander) has attacked the Emerald City and threatens to sink it so he can reclaim its emeralds. Rejoined by her friends The Scarecrow (Michael Gough), The Cowardly Lion (Todd Stashwick), The Tinman (Rob Paulsen), her faithful dog Toto… and Tom and Jerry, Dorothy must stop this new threat to the kingdom and save the farm too.

Much like its predecessor, it’s hard to pinpoint who this film is for. “Wizard of Oz” fans may get a kick out of seeing some of the books’ less well-known elements, like the Jitterbug (James Monroe Iglehart, whose character was originally meant to appear in the 1939 classic but was ultimately cut) and the Nome King. I'd wager they'd rather watch Return to Oz, or read the books instead. It’d be different if the animation was good but it’s just ok. At its worst, it's bad without ever becoming so bad it’s hilarious. What a shame. The end credits show some pre-production stills and animatics in which the characters ARE consistently on-model and look nice. Clearly, this was a production made as cheaply and quickly as possible.

Assuming Tom and Jerry fans are interested in seeing the characters interact with L. Frank Baum’s creations, they'll find a few decent gags here. They’re nothing special but these laughs prevent this creation from becoming painful. I guess you can also appreciate that as a sequel, this is “good” in the sense that, unlike so many other Oz sequels, we actually get to see the characters we liked the first time around come back. Well, not ALL of them. Thankfully, the irritating Tuffy (Kath Soucie) is kept to a minimum this time.

The songs are so bland and unmemorable I nearly forgot to mention them. The best bits of music is another rendition of Over the Rainbow which you’d trade in for a recording of Judy Garland’s any day of the week. That's all I've got to say about that.

Overall, Tom and Jerry: Back to Oz is betterrrr (?) than the first but not by much. It still struggles to validate its existence. This is the kind of movie you only end up watching because your grandma bought it for you at the gas station because she thought it was your birthday and forgot that you’re now a grown man. I didn’t hate it but would be hard-pressed to find anyone I'd recommend it to. (On DVD, February 8, 2019)

#Tom and Jerry: Back to Oz #movies #films #tom and jerry #the wizard of oz #return to oz #Grey Griffi #Jason Alexander #Joe Alaskey #Michael Gough #Rob Paulsen #Todd Stashwick #Frances Conroy #spike brandt #tony cervone #l. frank baum #paul dini #2016 movies #2016 films

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Ok, But Seriously, I Have Thoughts

I have... really mixed feelings about this episode, so I'm gonna talk about those feelings. And if my feelings about zep as a show and this season come out during that... so be it. (Seriously, this got long. I'd apologize, but I'm not sorry). Also spoilers for the new ep below the cut, but y'all should've been able to guess that

- I... Zimon seriously deserves just so much better. We saw them as a couple together for three episodes, and they honestly weren't explored enough. Zimon... and this is a very personal opinion, but they really do strike me as a couple who never fully leave the honeymoon phase... like ever. Like, of course, they'll fight and disagree on a lot of things, but they also can have adult children, and just kind of act like newlyweds even if they've been married for over twenty years. And again, I know that's a very personal opinion, but I mean... we all knew c/arkeman was gonna be endgame, and it just feels like zimon was never given an actual chance.

- However, I do very much appreciate that their breakup was not messy, there's still clearly a ton of respect for the other on both of their sides, and that Simon is okay.

- "We didn't belong together." No, you fucking did.

- I am not going to stop writing Zimon fanfic either. In fact, this might spur me to write more and work harder on writing Zimon fanfic.

- Rose. Fucking. Deserves. Better. I'm not even gonna elaborate on this one. We all know it.

- Despite the fact that I fucking hate c/arkeman and that it was very, very rushed... I'm giving acting and singing props to Jane. I Melt With You is a song that's extremely personal to me. It helped get me through a point in my life where... I was constantly feeling at war with others, myself, and even felt unsafe in my own home (something I still feel today, no matter how irrational I know it is). I just generally feel a strong connection to every version of the song bc of that, whether it's the original or the Bowling for Soup cover (that was in Sky High!), and... Jane just has a way of making me feel safe when she sings. So, I really, really loved her cover.

- Um... yeah, I'm gonna be real, I don't like the idea of Max having powers. I don't know, I just think it kinda changes the whole original concept of the show, and I'm not a big fan of that...

- Simon! Simon working on changing SPRQ Point!!!!

- I do not really like how they handled Simon's racial bias/systemic racism in coding storyline *after* episode six (aka it only really being mentioned in passing, not being further explored, etc.), but,,, credits due where it's due I guess? I like how they handled him going to Danny Michael Davis, and how DMD listened.

- Sidenote, I kinda find it weird we as a fandom don't refer to him as Danny... it's Danny Michael Davis, DMD, or fucking Willy Wonka jokes. Makes sense I guess.

- Um... the writing was just... so lazy. Yeah. It's... really sad, I think that the show would've benefitted from even one less ep. But on the other hand... lazy writing is lazy writing.

- I think it would've been better - honestly - if Zoey's feelings of loss hadn't been connected to Max in a romantic way, but in a platonic/familial way. We didn't see a ton of their friendship, and yeah,, I hate Max, but there are a few moments there where you can see a legitimate friendship that's really sweet. I also think if they had maybe explored Zoey's fear of losing Simon as well as Max and centered the finale more on Zoey telling Simon about her power, it would've just been a lot better.

- But... honestly, after I just aired out all my issues with this episode (and the season too kinda),,, I honestly liked it. I hate that Zimon broke up and I just generally hate cl*arkeman but... this ep had some really great moments. Zoey and Mitch were beautiful to see again. Mctobin, Davidemily, and Mo x Perry were all absolutely my favorite parts of the episode. Hell, I'll even admit I... well I don't wanna say laughed considering I was so close to crying, but I let out a weird, breathy noise resembling a laugh when Zoey just blurted out she and Simon had broken up.

I don't want to say it was a bad episode, because I did honestly, enjoy ~parts~ of it... but... it wasn't even that cl/arkeman happened, I knew it would, but how it did... it just honestly (my g.od i need to stop writing that word) seemed like they were trying to kill off or like... fucking quash *any* hope Zimon shippers may have had,,, and the writing was just so fucking lazy, I just...

I started the show after dance one night because my teacher showed us the Help! number bc he was an extra in it. And I had already been intrigued by the few ads I had seen for it. So, my mom and I watched it, and we loved it. So we kept watching. And it was good! It was really good! Sure it could be cheesy, but... that didn't matter. I latched on...

I don't know if, ZEP is gonna get renewed, and if it is, I don't know if I'll watch it if/when it does. I latch on to shows really fucking hard when I do latch on. It's why I keep rewatching The Good Place and why I'll never forgive Freeform/Disney/Marvel for canceling Cloak and Dagger. The way I latch onto things is probably a bit unhealthy. And the fact of the matter is, despite everything, my overwhelming feelings about ZEP are positive. And I latched on. I'd honestly do it all over again.

I have a lot of feelings about this fandom and this show, both positive and negative. Still, I love it. Unconditionally. Ultimately, I don't care if Zoey ends up with Max or Simon (though, seriously, she and Simon are made for each other). It's a good fucking show, ships shouldn't be everything that matters.

I began lurking in this fandom when I was fifteen. I began posting fanfic for it when I was sixteen. I'm almost seventeen now. I was planning to get Tumblr when I was seventeen. I also knew I wouldn't forgive myself if I hadn't made my presence here known if it didn't get renewed.

I want to thank @simon-haynes because, uh, holy fuck, I adore you. Running a blog for fandom is something I couldn't even fathom, especially when a large portion of the fandom doesn't like your ship. I legitimately can't believe you followed me.

Thank you to @jennakang. You are, honestly, one of the best writers I've ever read from. You were so incredibly supportive of my writing on ao3, despite the fact you didn't know who I was, and that really meant the world to me. Thank you so much for your contributions to the fandom. Also, uh, fun fact, I was the anon who, after you expressed the want to write the quarantined Zimon fic, sent in that ask that was like "please do!" and also "hope I'm not being pushy about this". I don't know if you remember that at all, but your response meant the world to me.

And uh, lastly @myheartissetinmotion. Um, wow. I know we barely know each other, but I can honestly say, you have been my anchor for this whole show. I love both your Tori content on TikTok as well as just zep content you do on there, and how you wrote her into zep on ao3. I personally like to think of you as the pioneer of Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist Tok. You were pretty unbiased when it came to ships on there, and that made me feel safe in a place where there were virtually no zimon shippers. Your content was funny, and I always found myself laughing or screaming "accurate" at it. I know, I'm the nuisance who every few months DMs you about something zep related, but I hope you know, you made me feel both seen and somewhat appreciated in this fandom. I cannot thank you enough, Isabella 💗

I know Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist may not be ending. But this still oddly feels like the end of an era. I'm not leaving the fandom, I plan to keep posting fanfic for it and everything. I just want everyone who may be reading this to know I love this fandom and I would not take any moment here back.

Also, this is me formally asking for a link to a Discord group chat since I know it exists but I'm too scared to actually ask any of you for it directly.

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The Mysterious Benedict Society - Season 1 (2021) Review

Anyone ever tried Eggs Benedict? Recently tried it and my goodness is it good!! The poached egg covered with hollandaise sauce that’s is slowly soaking up the muffin that holds it all together....absolutely delicious.

Plot: Four gifted orphans are recruited by an eccentric benefactor to go on a secret mission; placed undercover at a boarding school known as The Institute, they must foil a nefarious plot with global ramifications.

Being brought up in a Russian family, I have missed out on a lot of western media and literature that many kids back then of my generation would have enjoyed. So it’s a rare case when I come across an adaptation of something I’ve actually read as a kid, and as such get the nostalgic feels for. In cometh The Mysterious Benedict Society, a new family friendly show on Disney+ based on the first book of a series by writer Trenton Lee Stewart. I remember as a child reading these books in my school’s library (as at home I only read Russian novels like War & Peace at that very young age!) and actually imagining how good these books would be as films. They had such colourful characters and such heart and the story had this element of spy-espionage to it, but because it was about kids it made one feel like they themselves too could too have the skills and special capabilities and be something great. No matter how weird or how much of an outcast you were or are, there’s always a place in the world for your weird or quirky nature. They were really inspiring and fun books, so I was so happy to hear now many many years down the line that they finally have adapted these books. Or at least the first one, let’s hope they got enough of a viewership to garner further seasons.

What a show this is. Talk about faithful adaptations!! You can tell how much love and passion the writers and producers of the show have for their source material, as this is a pretty straight forward book to screen adaptation. Yes there are minor additions and changes here and there, but overall this thing is devoted to please fans of the original book, but also welcome new ones into the fold. The minor changes mainly include that the villain isn’t in a wheelchair anymore, which is actually for the better to avoid any old-school villain stereotypes, and also Mr Benedict and his team get more of a prevalent role in this compared to the book where once he gives the kids their mission, him and his team kind of vanish until the end of the book. And the latter add on is evidently done to fill up the runtime of the episodes, however the characters are all so loveable that you don’t mind spending the extra time with them.

I love the way this show looks. The production design and extravagant outfits make it seem like a light version of a Wes Anderson movie. The aesthetic is that of a Willy Wonka chocolate factory with so many eye popping colours everywhere. But it is again the original book’s great narrative and characters that make this show so enjoyable. The central four orphan kids are especially good and one has to wonder where Hollywood producers keep churning out these talented child actors! Do they have a machine in a secret lab in Area 51 where upon a film studio’s request another special kid can be created that has the ability to manoeuvre their facial expressions with distinct precision and also deliver lines of dialogue with believable emotionally filled resonance? Nevertheless, the kids here are fantastic, which is good, since, you know, you kind of spend most of the show with them. But the adults are not to be missed either. Tony Hale, who is most known to all for his dumb and simple minded caricature Buster Bluth in Arrested Development, is sure to surprise in his double performance as the charming and sincere titular Mr Benedict, and the opposite sinister villain Mr Curtain, who I found to be a surprisingly menacing presence. Mr Benedict’s team also includes characters played by Kristen Schaal and MaaMeyaa Boafo both of whom fit in well with the quirkiness of the series, but it is Ryan Hurst as the sad and lost Milligan who provides most of the laughs as he captures the steadfastness beneath the weirdness.

At the end of the day the reason the show does so well is cause it recaptures the central themes and underlying messages of the original books so well. From the importance of how trauma and guilt can affect us later in life to the isolation felt from any neurodiversity that one may have outside what is considered the "norm" of society. Each person, mainly the kids, feels the impact of their world and expectations in different ways. From being unaware of bluntness in social interactions to hyper-fixations, the series shows the beautiful parts of neurodivergent minds while also exploring the ways society aims at taking that and moulding it into their concept of perfection. The power of an observant mind, empathy, and acknowledgment of the beauty in the ways that people's minds work differently from one another is all wrapped up wonderfully in this series. And that’s as deep as I’ll ever get in my reviews. Like phew, I sounded like a professional psychoanalyst just then. Too much. That was too much for my tiny little brain to handle! Any-how, The Mysterious Benedict Society - go watch it so we can get a season 2!

Overall score: 8/10

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I'm not that experienced with the wider world of horror movies? So if you would be willing to give me some good like... starter movies that people should watch before they get into the gorier bloodier stuff that would be awesome. I'm not sure how much it will help, but I saw Last Night in Soho when it came out and I really liked it!

As for what I'm not willing to watch, nothing relating to bullying? And nothing that relies too much on jumpscares. I'm not ready for that yet lmao

Thanks for doing this btw!! i want to get out of my comfort zone and actually try watching some horror flicks

Ok so some horror classics that aren't that gorey and don't go nuts on the jumpscares.

I'll also try to get you one from each of the big horror subgenres! Slasher, sci-fi, supernatural/ghost, and psychological

Well, my number one beginner recommendation would be...

Yea, wow, no surprise that I'd recommend that one I know. But! Despite being in the slasher genre, the original 1978 Halloween barely has any gore at all, like seriously, less than your average modern PG-13 movie, and also its really only got one jumpscare and its not that bad. It does have one scene involving bullying, but its only a few seconds long, the bullied kid makes it out ok, and it then it moves right along and doesn't come up again. I can even tell you when it is if you want. And then of course this is a horror classic! You can expect it to come up in pretty much any conversation about the evolution of horror so its a good one to have seen. Its also very good! I know I'm biased, but its a classic for good reason. The tension building, the uneasy feeling of being watched and followed, the creeping feeling of danger lurking in what should be the safest of places, it nails it all.

My next recommendation would be...

This movie has one fairly gory scene, but also its an old movie so it looks pretty fake. Beyond that, no bullying that I can remember, and it relies much more on atmosphere than it does jumpscares. Its a classic, and for good reason! Most Alien movies are critically cheesy but this one isn't about abductions or little green guys in flying saucers, its the real horror of encountering another planet's apex predator and having no idea how to handle it.

So for supernatural horror this is a little tricky because most of these that I've seen rely pretty heavily on jumpscares, but I think maybe you'd be good with...

This one does have one VERY bad jumpscare but its only one and its in the first 15 minutes of the movie and then you're safe after that. This was one of my first horror movies! Its very unsettling with minimal gore. I don't remember there being any bullying in this one since its mostly following adults. If the boat scene from Willy Wonka freaked you out this is like a whole movie of that but also if you watch it you die instead of getting candy.

And as for our psychological horror...

This one isn't super psychological but y'know, it's close. Its also one of my favorite movies of all time, and another one of the first horror movies I ever watched. I think about it every time I'm stuck indoors for too long and if you watch it you'll see why lmao. If you want something more explicitly psychological there's also the movie I'm Thinking Of Ending Things, but uhhhh..... that movie is the only horror movie that has ever left me thoroughly upset and disturbed for hours after. I won't say I didn't like it, because it was good, but I would never watch it again. But it doesn't have any jumpscares, much gore, or any bullying so you might still enjoy it, it's just emotionally distressing.

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Me like a week ago: Oh! Syndicate is being sold here for just 15 dollars! I should buy it because it looks neat and my friend reccomended it :3

My siblings: Ą̸̯͉͍̻̻̿̂̂̍̏̓̑ś̷̹͕̲̰͙̖̮͓͝s̶̥͉̽͆̎̔̔͐̈́̚a̶͎̺̹̭͙̞͆s̴̛̩̝͙͉̱̭̋̓̿͝s̶͍̠̲̙̙̓͑̍͘̕̕i̶͕̻͕̤͓͍̺͎̐̀͐̏̇̐͆̈́n̴̻̹̯̲̻̈́̓ş̸̯̜̥̻͎͎͊̉͗͑͜ ̶̝̮̇̄Ç̴̩̺͚̺̰͆̃̂̆͋͝͝͝͝ṟ̵̛͇̯͉̼͍̳͓́̓̎͋͒͂̾ẹ̶̗̏͛̃ę̸̡͈̥̟͎̀̃́͑́͂͗̇̏̓d̴̨̲̥̫͌̾̈́̊̍͘

Anyway we now own 3 assassins creed games-

Tbh this entire time I've been imagining that Henry's brothers forced him to join! Like he was just walking home from college for the week (as he usually stays in his dorm), and when he gets in the house there's alot of. Rather expensive looking items. And are those guns? Is that drugs?! And then while hes noticing all this stuff (and maybe even considering this is the wrong house) he feels a gun to his head and there's his brothers, saying that he has to join them

Oh gosh if the Jekyll brothers have all been in this since Henry was in college. That's like. Alot of his life in fear and in the gang

I imagine specifically the Jekyll brothers are all pretty low on money because they sorta just, ran away and Henry's in college. So while Henry's away Kent and Rapheal end up joining a gang, and ending up pretty high ranked decently fast, like a few months? The two are a very good team. They also believe fully on the templars cause, whatever that is, I wasn't paying much attention

Also! Here's the database entry on them from the game that I'm tired of having to pull up every time XD

"Born to a long family line of seafarers, the Jekyll brothers, Kent and Raphael, follow in their forefathers' footsteps. All sorts of illegal trade are thus welcomed eithin the London ports, right under the government's nose. All imports go through the Jekyll brothers, and quickly find a home on the black market."

Henry is the youngest brother but I dont know by how much. I've decided that since quests have fun lil names that he's called "The Weeping Templar" because it sounds cool :3c

Ahhh I'm still working on those drawings of Jekyll in his mask, it's rather hard to find references for all these outfits you know. But here's a lil sneak peak

I couldn't decide on an outfit so I decided on 🌟every outfit🌟. Henry sorta just throws em on. Not caring what rank or person is supposed to wear what, as he's just trying to get his templar outfit off as soon as possible

Also. All the gang clothes have the opposite problem of Jacob and Evie. All the guys look like they just stumbled half drunk out of bed, and all the gals I Want To Own All The Clothes Of Immediately

Also also. I just checked the time on the canvas to see how long I've been working on it and ack-. I'm pretty sure I must have left ibisPaintX open or something because no way its actually been 18 hours- I'm not even shading these

My sister started playing syndicate so Soon. We'll know what Kent is truly supposed to look like. As in game I consider more canon than the database

I'm also having fun thinking it's both. Like after that database picture was made he grew a beard

That's exactly what happened to me and I am so glad you are falling into the pit of AC despair that I fell into as well. You better play Origins sometime, that game is absolutely fucking amazing <3

Man... I have such a hard time making up my mind bc at one point, I love the thought of Raphael and Kent falling into bad crowds and forcing Henry down with them (maybe guilt-tripping him by saying that they are all he has bc they are family and shit? And it's thanks to them he managed to get out of their abusive household?) but I also love the thought of like... Raphael and Kent doing it so they can get money so they can actually support Henry through college. And the moment Henry is out of college and maybe learns the truth of how his brothers even got that money they force him to join, or he feels obligated to join because his brothers helped and supported him. I also imagined Henry working at the docks while writing the FK au bc I was projecting so! Man, I wonder how Robert would react if he found out about Henry's family. Or Rachel, for that matter. Like, at one point, she technically can't judge bc of Lucy and the fact that she herself started out as a pick-pocket but at the same time... The Blighters and Templars are so much worse... <3

Oooohohohh now I really want to imagine how the questline for Henry would be. Since he is going to later join the rooks, he wouldn't get murdered with his brothers... Would it be when Greenie tells the Lodgers that there This One Templar that is very much standing out bc they wear a mask that the Twins track him down, or would it be when they try to murder his brothers and find them already dead, their corpses rotting in their offices/somewhere else hidden? Or would it be when they have killed Henry's brothers, realize that they missed the third brother and track him down, only to end up on Dr. Henry Jekyll's doorstep? Bruh, I wish I could mod Syndicate, I would actually have wanted to make this into a playable questline. How would the questline continue to go? Would the twins trust him immediately? Or would Henry be the one to track them down by sending them his templar pendant and the mask, telling them to meet him at X place by Y time like Roth did? sjdfhhAJWHD. Man. I want to know so much more about this sdfsdf

Man, are we having different dilemmas rn. I get so much gender envy from the guys' clothes but the outfits of the gals make me think of a mix between willy wonka (not the original one) and flappers. Don't ask why. I just really want a dress shirt that fits and some nice suspenders <3

BUT WANYWAYS. You are so mean. Now I really want to see the finished art aND. I AM SO CURIOUS NOW. SO MANY PIXELS HIDE TEH SECRETS. AHHHH. How and why are you so mean to me jst giving me sneak peaks sdfjhsdjf >:( XD

Your sister better enjoy this game <3 anyways I am very curious to see what the truth is now lol. That's going to be fun for sure XD

#I have. Little thought today. AI am big sorry darlene if this is a very messy response <3 #ask #banshees au #syndicate crossover au #darling-dolly-darlene

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For the movie asks, how about D, R, T, Z, AA, and AB?

Let’s do this!

D. Favorite movie soundtrack

Favorite Movie Score: Wall-E (2008)

Favorite Movie Soundtrack from an Orignal Musical: The Prince of Egypt (1998)

Favorite Movie Soundtrack that Used Pop Songs: Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 (2017)

R. An underrated actor.

Sam Rockwell can use some more love. He always gives an interesting performance no matter what he’s in. I’m always happy to see him.

Also, Lee Pace! Where is he? I miss him. And stop having him play assholes!

For a dead actor, I have to go with Thomas Mitchell. If I were to make a movie and could pick any actor from any era, I would make sure to have him.

T. An underrated director.

Michael Crutiz. He’s never a director brought up in film school, but I guarantee you’ve watched at least one of his movies. He’s did Casablanca (1942), The Adventurs of Robin Hood (1938), Captain Blood (1935) and so many others. He directed most of the big budget Hollywood blockbusters of the Golden Age of Hollywood. He is the definition a working director and he deserves way more credit than he gets.

Z. Favorite movie characters.

Oh God...okay, here are the ones that have really stuck with me for some reason or another over the years. The lists changes a lot, so it might be best to narrow it down to era or director or something. Also, I’m pulling away from fandom stuff, since you all know who I love.

In no particular order:

Willy Wonka from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (1971)

It was the first time I can remember being fully mesmerized by a character and wondered what they were going to do next. The credit goes entirely to Gene Wilder and I can’t thank him enough for it. I re-watch the movie, just for him.

Hector Rivera from Coco (2017)

I love Hector so much it hurts. The ending when he’s walking across the bridge, and there is the split second of fear but as he realizes he can walk across he looks up with this smile and, excuse me for a minute while I cry. I can’t remember the last time I was so invested in a character.

Rapunzel from Tangled (2010)

Rapunzel is always going to have a soft place in my heart. Her journey of figuring out what she really wanted out of life, her fear of disappointing her Mother and her general out look really hit me at exactly the right moment in my life. I was Rapunzel and Rapunzel was me. I never saw that in a character before.

George Bailey from It’s a Wonderful Life (1946)

I watch this movie every year, and every year I get something new out of George Bailey, who he is and what his life means to him and those around him. He’s a good man despite his best efforts and it gets me every time.

Captain Louis Renault from Casablanca (1942)

Every word that comes out of his man’s mouth is iconic. Another character who you’re not a hundred percent sure what he’s going to do or why, he’s a fantastic character in a movie full of them. I just want a movie of Louis and Rick fighting in the French Foreign Legion, is that too much to ask?

AA. A film that was better than the book.

Controversial, possibly. Neil Gaiman still is my literary idol, but I’m going to go with Stardust (2007) on this one.

I’m not sure what is was about the book, but I just did not enjoy it as much as I did the film. The movie takes a very different tone, closer to The Princess Bride, while the book is the classic almost dreamlike state Gaiman has perfected. Maybe I need to go back and re-read the book, but as it stands, I really love the movie and am lukewarm on the book.

AB. Best remake.

Top 5 in no particular order:

Fright Night (2011)

The writing is better, the tension is better, and you’ve got David Tennant going full slut in leather pants. What’s not to love?

True Grit (2010)

Dads across the nation may lament this choice, but it’s true. The Coen Brothers trump John Wayne on this one.

The Thing (1982)

I do have a soft spot for the original, but there is no denying the superiority of its remake. It’s a horror classic for a reason.

Little Shop of Horrors (1986)

A movie based on a musical based on a B-horror movie from the 1960s, and it’s one of my favorite films of all time. How could it not be on the list?

Ocean’s Eleven (2001)

A cheesy Rat Pack movie re-envisioned as a slick heist movie with an all star cast. I love it.

Let’s Talk Movies

#movie list #top 5 #long post #movie recommendations #movie rec list #movie rec

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Podcasts, Youtubes, and TV Shows to Distract Yourself With Because Why Not, and Also Because I Wanna Blab About Some of These

Since I can’t go to work and horrify my coworkers/make them realize I’m a mess and/or nerd by telling them about the type of media I’m into, I’m foisting my recommendations on all of y’all who choose to read this. I frankly do not care how many people have actually heard of these things because I’m also sure there’s plenty of people who, like me, are very slow and oblivious to entertainment, or who have heard of the property but were never that convinced.

Kipo and the Age of the Wonderbeasts

Type: TV series

200 years after a mysterious yet earth-shattering event, much of humanity has taken to living beneath the surface in communities called burrows, wherein life goes on, if effected somewhat by the bizarre fauna that exists above them (referred to as “mutes”, short for “mutant”). One burrow girl, Kipo, founds her world turned almost literally inside-out when she finds herself not only separated from her father and the only world she’s ever known, but on the surface, no less. What ensues is her trying to find her way back home with the help of a stony-faced little girl with a massive chip on her shoulder; a music enthusiast and his literal gadfly friend; and some . . . unusual allies that only an oblivious optimist like Kipo could make. All to a kickass soundtrack, a beautiful backdrop of art, and a world where animals have basically evolved into gangs under a looming threat known as Scarlemagne. If you can’t already tell, I love this series to bits and now is the perfect time for people to get into it and encourage another season of it. Just . . . don’t think too hard that whatever happened to cause the Event in the show happened in October 2020 . . .

Available on: Netflix

My Dad Wrote a Porno

Type: Podcast

This should go without saying, but this podcast is definitely meant for more mature audiences. Or somebody with a strong stomach. Not that it’ll always be easy to tell with the type of content this series gives. When Jamie Morton’s father handed him his manuscripts for his self-published books, he had no idea he was being given a pinnacle of a polished turd: It was erotica. Really, really, really bad erotica. But the ear’s trash is the heart’s pleasure with this bad girl, as Jamie enlists the company of friends Alice and James to provide commentary on “Rocky Flintstone”’s series Belinda Blinked, a drama chronicling the sexcapades of Belinda Blumenthal as she climbs the ladders (and men and women) both in and out of the cut-throat world of pots and pans sales. What follows is a goldmine of awkward metaphors, strange bedmates, and just an overall stampede of whiplashing events that somehow exceed expectations. Listen in if you dare . . . And make sure you’re in good company for it. Fun Fact, though: Daisy Ridley, Ben Barnes, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Michael Sheen, Mara Wilson, Elijah Wood are but a few well-known fans of this series! Nobody is safe . . .

Available on: Wherever podcasts can be found

Lore

Type: Podcast

Sometimes, truth is stranger than fiction. And what better way to be reminded of that, then to have the dulcet tones of Aaron Mahnke tell you about the lighthouse incident that the 2016 movie The Lighthouse was loosely inspired by? Suffice to say, this podcast could also be interpreted with some advised discretion, but definitely in a way that’s different from My Dad Wrote a Porno. In the centuries humankind has existed, we’ve managed to create a menagerie of beasts, both fictional and in ourselves. Lore explores all the many different kinds of events and persons and creatures we have to offer. In any given episode, we could be talking about anything from the bizarre story of a lady who convinced 18th century physicians that she was giving birth to rabbits, to something more disturbing like the life of H.H. Holmes. Or something as relatively innocuous as the relationship between gremlins and flight. Regardless of the subject, however, you’ll definitely walk away knowing something new, if bizarre. And perhaps slightly terrifying.

Available on: Wherever podcasts can be found

The Amelia Project

Type: Podcast

Congratulations: You have been made aware of The Amelia Project. If you’re not interested in this, exit the page. Now. If you continue, there’s no unhearing it. Good choice! A new interest awaits. If you don’t enjoy it, please consider the whole thing a hoax. Okay but in all seriousness, there’s no way to do The Amelia Project justice in just a simple description. The plot sounds quite simple, really: People want to disappear and start a new life, The Amelia Project is there to help – with a price. And that’s if you can actually get a hold of them! What really makes the show, however, are the people and the writing, and I’m not just talking about the almost childlike Interviewer with an obsession for hot cocoa. I’m talking about the clientele: I’m talking about the macabre-obsessed theme park owner who’s out for revenge; the cult leader who’s in way over his head; a Santa impersonator stuck in a miserable marriage with his own manager; an actual podcast character trying to outrun his creators. And obviously this would all be nowhere without the spectacular writing! I really can explain this series without blabbing on and potentially spoiling things; The Amelia Project is an experience!

Available on: Wherever podcasts can be found

LegalEagle

Type: Youtube channel

To be frank, I just like learning for the sake of learning, even if I may not always necessarily understand the topic or have any plans to use it in the foreseeable future. The big difference here being that at least this channel makes learning about the law fun and breaks it down. Headed by a certified lawyer (because what an age we live in, where professionals actually take time out of their lives to teach us common folk), there’s a multitude of series D.J. Stone uses to help break down the complex world of law, from reviewing the realism of procedural favorites (Law & Order, The Good Wife, HTGAWM, etc), to analyzing real-life situations, to even watching childhood media that has nothing to do with the law and determining how much money, say, Willy Wonka would owe in a lawsuit. In short, it is one of my worst subjects done in one of my favorite ways to learn! Plus, Stone hates business students and is perfectly willing to poke fun at law students so it’s all fun, frankly.

Available on: Youtube

Nando v Movies

Type: Youtube channel

Sometimes, movies are bad. Sometimes, they’re good. And sometimes, they could use a few adjustments in hindsight. Especially the nerdier movies where the directors may or may not have tried way too hard or way too little. And that’s where Nando comes in: Whether it’s explaining why a different villain might have worked better for a hero’s origin story movie, or analyzing how one seemingly small adjustment could’ve potentially made more sense in explaining characterization, this channel is always providing a new perspective on a movie or show you’ve probably seen and maybe weren’t necessarily too pleased with. (Or maybe you were – I enjoyed Justice League okay but I love the version he rewrote more.) Oh, yeah: Sometimes he does rewrites of movies or even series. So if you’re anything like me and you’re way into that, this is a channel you don’t want to miss out on.

Available on: Youtube

DEATH BATTLE!

Type: Youtube channel

Does anyone remember Deadliest Warrior? No? . . . How about that one time during lunch where you and your friend got into it over who would win in a death match between Superman and Goku? Good news: A buncha geeks did the math for you and have come out with the results! Specifically, hosts Wiz and Boomstick have analyzed the weapons, armor, and skills of each combatant in every episode, resulting in an ongoing series of absolute nonsense and satiation of bloodshed. The description is admittedly nothing crazy, but the amount of detail applied is honestly where it’s at: From calculating how loud Black Canary’s screams are to approximating Scrooge McDuck’s speed (I’m not kidding you), there’s actual thought put into the characters being assembled and how they might fair with their respective combatant. And it all comes together for an actual fight, often animated but always amazing. So if you’ve ever wondered if Thor could beat Wonder Woman, or if McGruff the Crime Dog stands a chance against Smokey the Bear (I’m…I’m being honest), then this is the show for you!

Available on: Youtube

Sideways

Type: Youtube channel

If there is music in that movie or show, it will be analyzed to a degree that, unless you’ve been trained in music, you would’ve probably never thought about. There isn’t necessarily much rhyme or reason to Sideways’ videos in terms of themes beyond music, but really, must they? Is it not enough that this man is screaming to the internet these wack and awesome trends he’s noticed in certain pieces associated with movies and musicals and the genius behind them? Could life not just be him explaining the symbolism of the instruments associated with the Crystal Gems of Steven Universe, or breaking down the cultures explored by way of the Black Panther soundtrack? Also, here’s a fun drinking game: Take a shot every time he mentions leitmotifs or the Dies Irae.

Available on: Youtube

Craig of the Creek

Type: TV show

In the woods of suburban Maryland, there exists a kid’s utopia: A place where horse girls are free to roam the fields, where a boy can be a king of garbage, and where children travel the sewers completely unsupervised. That is, until the dinner horn rings; then they have to go home until the next time they can return to The Creek. The show focuses on one specific trio (Craig, JP, and Kelsey) as every day, The Creek (and their own childish naivete) brings them new hijinks to experience. There’s a blissful lightheartedness to the show, in addition to a lot of creativity that feels like it was ripped straight out of your own imagination as a child (robots made from cardboard boxes, building portals using lights, etc). But beneath it all, there’s something just plain wild brewing. I don’t want to spoil anything, but CotC has some G-rated GOT shit going on the further along the series goes and I can’t wait to see how it all unfolds!

Available on: CN app, wcostream.com

And that’s probably enough for now, I think. Lemme know if you want any other suggestions, or how you’re findin’ ‘em if you take any of them up! Stay safe, stay healthy my dudes!

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Billboards #1 1972

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Don McLean – “American Pie” -- January 15, 1972

I grew up without having a clue what McLean was supposedly singing about, so I figured it was some weird fantasy thing. Maybe he meant it to be deadly serious, maybe not. He's always refused to explain it, which is the smart move. I find it fun like a big Broadway song.

Al Green – “Let’s Stay Together” -- February 12, 1972

I'm always predisposed to love soul music. And this is Al Green, singing a heartfelt song to his love that they should stay together forever, through everything. "Loving you whether, whether/ Times are good or bad, happy or sad." It sounds like marriage vows. Great song.

Nilsson – “Without You” -- February 19, 1972

I have to be in a particular kind of mood to enjoy this song. Cheerful enough not to mind pure, unadulterated soft cheese. Sort of the emotional equivalent of eating cream cheese plain. Nilsson sounds like he truly means it, which is what saves the song. It is fun to belt out the chorus along with him.

Neil Young – “Heart Of Gold” -- March 18, 1972

Okay but so why do you deserve a heart of gold? You've been searching and not found one, but maybe if you did things to draw someone with a heart of gold to you, it wouldn't be so hard. Yeah, the narrator of this song annoys me. To be honest, Neil Young's voice kinda does too. It's one of the rare songs where I prefer the instrumental parts to the sung parts. The harmonica's great. Actually I think I might prefer this song if it were entirely instrumental, because it is pretty. Otherwise, meh.

America – “A Horse With No Name” -- March 25, 1972

The subculture you're in is more important to your life than whatever bigger culture it happens to exist within. And in the 90s, my subculture loved Wally Pleasant, the local East Lansing comedy folk singer. On his album "Songs About Stuff," there's a song called "Lost Weekend Las Vegas." He takes off from a Michigan winter to Las Vegas. There, he meets a "real nice showgirl," and in a conversation with her, he brings up "A Horse With No Name." "You know that song/ By Neil Young/ She said you're wrong/ Neil Young didn't sing that song." I can never hear "A Horse With No Name" without thinking of "Lost Weekend Las Vegas."

Wally Pleasant at one point sings, "I've had about enough of this crazy stupid trip." I kinda feel like that silly humor song has more to say about life than "A Horse With No Name." But "A Horse With No Name" sure sounds good.

Roberta Flack – “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” -- April 15, 1972

Roberta Flack is an amazing singer, and this is a good love song. But I don't like it. It's too drawn out and slow. It was originally about twice as fast, and that doesn't surprise me. When a song doesn't seem to have any type of beat, it can give me a headache, and this one does.

The Chi-Lites – “Oh Girl” -- May 27, 1972

Doing this list, I have come to realize how much I like the harmonica. I always knew I liked it, but never knew before that it's in my top tier of instruments, like the alto flute and cello. The harmonica in this song laments even better than the singer, Eugene Record, who is great. As for the lyrics, the singer has cheated, and it's pretty strongly hinted that peer pressure to be macho had a lot to do with it. "All my friends call me a fool/ They say let the woman take care of you/ So I try to be hip and think like the crowd/ But even the crowd can't help me now." He needs new friends. He's completely helpless, emotionally, without his "girl," and now he's gone and screwed everything up, and he knows it. A beautiful song with much more to say than about just one relationship.

The Staple Singers – “I’ll Take You There” -- June 3, 1972

This is a gospel/funk song about heaven. It's musically good, but so repetitive I can only handle about a minute of it.

Sammy Davis Jr. – “The Candy Man” -- June 10, 1972

So this is a thing that happened. "The Candy Man" is a song from the Gene Wilder Willy Wonka movie, which bugs me in the ways it changes the book's plot, though I still like it. The song should never have been a hit, let alone a #1 hit, let alone one sung by Sammy Davis Jr. He sounds embarrassed singing it, and I'm embarrassed listening to it. Sammy Davis Jr. deserved multiple #1 hits -- he was the best singer of The Rat Pack -- but not this one. It's depressing that this is what he got.

Neil Diamond – “Song Sung Blue” -- July 1, 1972

I don't like Neil Diamond. I don't particularly dislike Neil Diamond either. To me, Neil Diamond exists when I am reminded of his existence and then flickers out as soon as I am no longer forced to think of him. This song sounds like a nursery rhyme. Subject: Everyone gets sad sometimes and sings the blues. There are good songs about that. This is not one of them.

Bill Withers – “Lean On Me” -- July 8, 1972

This is one of them. Not just good, but great. The melody is simple, as is the concept. But it keeps building and building. Truly great.

Gilbert O’Sullivan – “Alone Again (Naturally)” -- July 29, 1972

Well this song is weird. It's jaunty, though it is in minor key. And it's about how the narrator was stood up at the altar and plans to kill himself. And how also his mother was destroyed when his father died. And how his mother died too. And now he's "alone again, naturally." I don't like it at all. It needs to be different musically, and even then I wouldn't like something this wildly depressing.

Looking Glass – “Brandy (You’re A Fine Girl)” -- August 26, 1972

A lot of sailors want Brandy, but she's in love with a man whose only true love is the sea and that's why she turns them all down. That's her excuse, anyway. I think she wants to be a sailor like the guy, and she understands not wanting to settle down because she doesn't want to either. It's a fun song to sing along to.

Three Dog Night – “Black & White” -- September 16, 1972

It's a song about racial harmony. It's simplistic, but that's okay, it's a pop song. I wish it weren't so musically simplistic.

Mac Davis – “Baby, Don’t Get Hooked On Me” -- September 23, 1972

The narrator is telling "you" that he can tell you're falling in love with him, and that you shouldn't. A guy did this with me once. Turned out he was actually falling in love with me and was projecting or something. So that's how I see this song. Except the song is worse, because it's incredibly annoying musically, with a weird beat and strange gaps. Also it's smarmy.

Michael Jackson – “Ben” -- October 14, 1972

Michael Jackson was only 14 when he sang this song, so I'm not going to get into it deeply. It's a friendship song to a killer rat in a horror movie, though so... that's a thing.

Chuck Berry – “My Ding-A-Ling” -- October 21, 1972

It's a 46-year old man pretending to be a little kid singing about his own dick. I can't begin to comprehend why it was a hit, or why it was even a thing in the first place. Yech. Moving on.

Johnny Nash – “I Can See Clearly Now” -- November 4, 1972

In the song, the narrator still has problems, but he can see how to solve them, finally. It's sort of reggae-ish, but very lightly. It's a great, optimistic song.

The Temptations – “Papa Was A Rollin’ Stone” -- December 2, 1972

This song takes a bit to get going, but I don't mind at all. The music and instruments keep changing up, and the great bassline propels it all. It builds up the tension in a great way. Then, finally, a Temptation starts, "It was the third of September." I'm not to that point listening to the song yet, and I didn't look it up. But I know this song. It's in my blood. It's unflinching. "Never heard nothing but bad things about him." The song doesn't try to pretend to any uplifting or hopeful message. But it feels so good. That's the blues, whatever genre it's slotted into.

Helen Reddy – “I Am Woman” -- December 9, 1972

"I am woman, hear me roar." She's not roaring. She's meowing maybe. Maybe if Reddy had sung the song with more power, people would have been scared by it. I like the lyrics, which are sadly still very relevant, though we have come far. But the music belongs with some peppy love ballad.

Billy Paul – “Me And Mrs. Jones” -- December 16, 1972

Oh god I love this song. Billy Paul's a jazz singer, and uses his voice like an instrument. And he gets every drop of sadness out of the song without melodrama. He's not self-pitying, and while he's heartbroken, he's still thoughtful. It's a beautiful song about an adult going through being a cheater. For someone with a conscience, "going through" is the right term. This guy's not sleeping around carelessly. "We both know that it's wrong." He fell deeply in love with someone else. It happens. The song is beautiful and heartbreaking and I adore it.

BEST OF 1972: "Papa Was A Rollin' Stone" by The Temptations WORST OF 1972: "My Ding-A-Ling" by Chuck Berry

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