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airconditionedgirl · 2 years ago

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Tagged by @nsfwitchy

Nickname: Ali!

Sign: Aries

Height: 5′8″ sob

Song Stuck In Your Head: Emperor’s New Clothes by Panic at the Disco

Sleep: this is easy lol bc i had a major panic attack this morning from like 4 to 9am ish or like a series of them idk and that tired me out so much that i slept from like 10am to 5pm.

Dream Job: Dog Sittiing!

Wearing: pink panties be normal about it (unless you’re allowed not to be u know who yall are)

Favorite Songs: fcnk, idk im not a huge music person i just like what i like? Addict, Cult of Dionysus, Achilles Come Down, Kesha’s Take it Off, Brothers of Metal is a band that I also enjoy.

Favorite Instrument: The Violin

Favorite Authors: Brandon Sanderson, Neil Gaiman, April Daniels, E.E. Ottoman, Madeline Miller

Favorite Animal Sounds: dog

Last Song: Cruel Angel’s Thesis probably

Last Series: Agatha Christie’s Poirot. It’s not Sherlock Holmes being extremely homoromantic with Watson but it’s a good show

Random: I learned how to solve a Rubik’s Cube last week! It’s been awesome and i literally cant stop telling people about it! Aside from that not much else has been going on. So I guess I’ll just put some movie opinions here: the Wachowski Sister’s Speed Racer movie is fantastic, the Star Wars prequels are good actually, the Matrix Reloaded and Revolutions are amazing actually, Mad Max Fury Road is a better Fallout movie than we will ever get, and I didn’t care for John Wick 3 that much. Like, it’s Fine? I just think it was doing too much, was too consistently visually overstimulating and less cohesive overall. Also the original “Chocolate Factory” film is low key facinating as shit and yall??? my favorite headcanon ever is that Willy Wonka is the Devil. Like actually and literally Satan. Seriously try watching that movie with that lens next time because it totally fits. He’s this dude who is the complete master of his own corner of the universe, he’s clearly very intelligent and is basically blatantly magical but scratch the surface and he’s also deeply unhinged, he guides the kids through the layers of his factory and literally Tempts them with things that represent their sins or character flaws, he’s all about testing them to see if they’ll resist that temptation or do the right thing in the end, a bunch of other little things that goddamn office of his and that contract and the oompa loompas might as well being demons (which is uh not good racially speaking but it’s better than the surface level text of the movie which basically has them as his slaves so Yikes) like seriously the movie legit gets so much better and interesting if you go into it with “Willy Wonka is the Devil” in your mind go go watch it right now damn you <3

And now I’ll tag @msaprildaniels @thetransgirlwhoneverwas @ginger-snap-talkin-nonsense !

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contrabandhothead · 4 years ago

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Could I have a gen kill ship pls?! 💜 I'm 5'2", brown eyes and my hair is constantly changing style and colour. I have a growing collection of flower tattoos. I listen to A LOT of music and I love to read, write and play the guitar. I'm sarcastic, hyper-active, and an introverted extrovert. I'm super weird. Humour is my go-to out of awkward situations 🤣 I have a lot of friends but only a few close friends (if you become a close friend you're stuck with me for life, sorry bitch!).

A/N: i’m so goddamn sorry this took so long, i got really behind on requests and i should have done this sooner. thank you so much for your patience, i hope you enjoy your ship! i want you to think it’s at least decent, i don’t think anything i write would be worth the wait you had to go through tho so i’m sorry

- RAY PERSON -

- [ general ]

i..... i don’t know why but i feel like you saw this one coming

IT’S A GOOD SHIP OKAY ANYWAYS SAIL ONWARDS

the first thing that is necessary to cover: he fucking l o v e s how much taller he is than you i’m so sorry

he calls you so many short people nicknames like tiny temper, short stack, munchkin, smalls, oompa loompa, ankle-biter, short stuff, shrimp, dwarf, little gremlin, hobbit, etc.

in reality, he’s only 7 inches taller than you, but he prides himself on it

Ray puts his chin on top of your head when he hugs you from behind

i’m not joking when i say that he will literally dye and cut your hair for you in your shared bathroom while you sit on the toilet sea and scroll through your phone

he actually would do a pretty good job, believe it or not

this is random but he really loves scalp massages and holding your hand

he’s just constantly reaching for it, and he loves to show you off too

Ray’s always like “yeah homes, you fucking wish your partner was as cool as mine”

Ray traces your tattoos before he falls asleep every night, he really adores them

he also traces them when he gets nervous, or if he’s just bored in general

wants to go to every tattoo appointment whenever you get a new one just so he can hold your hand

Ray loves to share headphones, especially when you guys are taking walks around the neighborhood

he lets you pick the music because he doesn’t want you to complain but he’s bitter about it

good luck getting any reading done with Ray around, this man demands your attention 24/7

he will snatch the book and run away with it just to get your attention, and for you to chase him around the house

he teases you for having shorter legs after he gives it back

Ray wants to read all of your writing, and he begs for you to let him

however, if you say no, he respects that

if you say yes, he sits there with his little cup of coffee while reading your writing all morning

Ray loves playing guitar duets with you, he’s so excited you share a similar passion

will actually sing songs to you (accompanied by his guitar playing of course)

you both have really similar personalities and senses of humor, so sometimes conversations just turn into wholeass sarcasm battles

may occasionally offend you with his jokes, and is s o apologetic once he realizes what he’s done

he won’t stop sucking up to you, he’s really putting aside his pride to do it too

loves how loyal you are to your small group of friends, and probably easily charms them with his odd sense of humor and quick one-liners

- [ how you two met ]

you and Ray met because of recon, as you were a part of Brad’s team

for a while before the invasion, being in the humvee was like going on a long road trip with 3 bickering siblings packed into one car

you and Ray would always try to outdo one another, whether it came to jokes or your jobs, it didn’t matter

the banter was constant, but the bickering honestly had a tone of underlying romantic feelings

it was no secret Ray had a massive crush on you, but he didn’t know how to even bring it up in the first place, much less admit to himself that he had feelings for you at all

to be fair, you weren’t supposed to like each other in the first place

you had mixed feelings on Ray when you first showed up, but you’d admit that he was beginning to grow on you

although you bickered often, you had a begrudging respect for one another

you thought he had a great sense of humor, and you admired his loyalty to his friends, as well as his ability to cheer them up

and Ray.... well, Ray just thought you were the most beautiful creature to walk this planet to put it lightly

throughout OIF, you grew closer, always sharing MREs and watching each other’s six

but you were starting to become increasingly concerned for Ray’s wellbeing

he was under a lot of pressure, and going through ripped fuel withdrawal wasn’t helping his shrinking fuse

it was becoming difficult to approach him, you never knew when he was going to explode

you missed the Ray that told you jokes and wasn’t so quiet, you always hated when he was too silent

everything all came crashing down when Ray went after Rudy, you didn’t think you’ve ever seen him so humiliated

thinking that you were the only one that could possibly get through to him, you did what Brad wouldn’t do; you followed him

Ray was wiping his eyes aggressively, sniffling as he stormed off

“Ray,” you called out “please just come back here for a moment”

“fuck off”

you sighed, continuing to follow him

“Ray, i’m serious. Rudy feels bad, you can both fix this-”

“i’m not going to go apologize to Zoolander when I was just beaten to a fucking pulp in front of the girl i’ve been in love with since Pendleton, so i would really appreciate it if you could just fuck off for two minutes and let me bask in my own humiliation. thank you.”

you yanked him by the arm, forcing him to turn back and look at you

“Ray, quit being a stubborn ass and apologize to Rudy before i kick your ass myself. we can talk about us when we get back to the states. don’t go running off with some stripper because i want a relationship already.”

grinning, Ray moved closer to your face

“really? you love me?”

“ever minute you waste not apologizing to Rudy is another minute of you not getting a kiss.”

“you know you love me.”

#ray person #generation kill #generation kill ships

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wonkasmissstarshine · 4 years ago

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The Chocolatier’s Rose {Willy Wonka x OC} Ch. 9

GIFs not mine. Credit go to owners.

Summary: Willy shows his guests the Inventing Room. And Violet’s gum chewing comes back to bite her in the butt.

A/N: This is where it starts getting really fluffy between Rose and Willy.

Tagging: @holdmeicant @willymywonkers

Willy got out of the boat first so he could usher everyone out of it. Rose was the last one to step off, and being the clumsy girl she was, she managed to trip over her feet. Luckily, she was caught by a pair of arms.

"It's alright, starshine" Willy whispered to Rose. "I've got you"

"Thanks" She muttered softly to him, looking up at the face of her saviour. Her heart began to beat faster when she realized how close their faces were. The tips of their noses were touching.

It felt like it was only them in their own little world until the sound of someone clearing their throat reeled them back into reality. Rose and Willy turned their heads to see everyone staring weirdly at them. Well, everyone except for Charlie who had a wide grin on his face.

The two lovebirds stepped away from each other. Rose walked over to Charlie. She could feel a set of eyes glaring into the back of her head. She turned her head to see Mrs Beauregarde's eyes flared with jealousy. Rose just decided to ignore the woman for now. The door to the Inventing Room opened, and Willy led everyone inside.

Rose's eyes lit up in fascination when she saw all the machines and flasks, the smoke and colourful liquids. "Now this is the most important room in the entire factory!" Willy explained and then he cautioned. "Now, everyone enjoy yourselves, but just don't touch anything. Okay? Go on!"

Every child was quick to run off, except for Charlie. He looked up at Rose, and she gave him a nod with a smile. Charlie then walked off. He was definitely the most behaved child here, well, the only behaved child. Rose went off to do some exploring of her own. She felt the presence of someone come to stand next to her. She turned her head to see Willy.

"Does anything in particular catch your eye?" He asked her curiously, playfully bumping his shoulder against hers.

"It's hard to say" Rose said, smiling up at him. "Everything here is so fascinating" A smile danced across Willy's lips. He was glad the girl was enjoying herself. He looked down to see that their hands were nearly touching. Rose didn't seem to notice yet though. He was about to make a bold move, and lace their fingers together, but the moment was ruined.

"Hey, Mr Wonka! What's this?" Violet called loudly from a pool with windows which she and Mike were looking at. Oompa-Loompas were swimming inside it.

Willy pursed his lips in annoyance, glancing in the child's direction. He just wanted one uninterrupted moment with Rose. "Oh! Let me show you!" Willy's annoyance was replaced with excitement when he saw what Violet and Mike were standing by. He walked over, and an Oompa-Loompa emerged from the water. He handed Willy a red ball. "Thank you!" He said the Oompa-Loompa. Everyone gathered around Willy to hear what he had to say. "These are Everlasting Gobstoppers. They're for children who are given very little allowance money. You can suck on it all year, and it'll never get any smaller. Isn't that neat?"

"It's like gum" Violet compared.

"No" Willy disagreed. "Gum is for chewing. And if you tried chewing one of these Gobstoppers, you'd break all your little teeth off" He admired the piece of candy wearing a proud smile. "They sure do taste terrific"

He walked off to the next machine and everybody followed after him. "And this is Hair Toffee" He picked up a piece of candy that looked similar to chewy caramel. "You suck down one of these little boogers, and in exactly half an hour, a brand new crop of hair will start growing out all over the top of your little noggin. And a moustache. And a beard"

"Who wants a beard?" Mike asked, clearly not impressed.

"Well," Willy paused a moment as he thought of an answer. "Beatniks for one. Folk singers and motorbike riders. You know, all those hip, jazzy, super cool, neat, keen, and groovy cats. It's in the fridge daddy-o. Are you hep to the jive? Can you dig what I'm laying down? I knew that you could. Slide me some skin, soul brother!" Willy stretched his hand out to Mike, waiting for the boy to give him five. Mike didn't, he just glanced weirdly at the man. Willy pulled his hand back when he realized Mike wasn't going to do anything.

"Unfortunately, the mixture isn't quite right yet because an Oompa-Loompa tried some yesterday, and well, he...." As if on cue, an Oompa-Loompa resembling Cousin Itt walked over. He had hair all over, it was a wonder he could even see where he was going. "How are you today?" Willy asked the Oompa-Loompa. It held up two thumbs. "You look great!"

Then finally, Willy led everyone over to a machine where an Oompa-Loompa had dumped various foods into it. "Watch this!" Willy said excitedly and then pulled on a lever.

The machine whirred and buzzed, bubbled and smoked, until it was finished and dispensed the finishing product. A stick of gum. Violet took it and examined it.

"You mean that's it?" Mike said, unimpressed yet again.

"Do you even know what it is?" Willy mocked Mike's tone.

"It's gum" Violet stated.

"Yeah! It's a stick of the most amazing and sensational gum in the whole universe! Know why? Know why?"

Rose could tell how excited Willy was about the gum so she decided to play along with him. "Why is it the most amazing and sensational gum?" She asked, tilting her head curiously.

"This gum is a full three course dinner all by itself!"

"Why would anyone want that?" Mr Salt asked.

Willy reached into his coat pockets and grabbed the flash cards. He flipped through them until he found the right one, and began to read from it. "It'll be the end of all kitchens and all cooking. Just a little strip of Wonka's magic chewing gum and that is all you will ever need at breakfast, lunch and dinner. This piece of gum happens to be tomato soup, roast beef and blueberry pie"

"It sounds great!" Rose said.

"It sounds weird" Veruca judged.

"It sounds like my kind of gum" Violet decided. She took out the piece of gum she was currently chewing, and stuck it behind her ear. Rose cringed at the little blonde girl. That was utterly disgusting, and she was surprised that Violet didn't get the stuff stuck in her hair.

"I'd rather you didn't" Willy warned. "There's still one or two things that are—"

Violet interrupted him. "I'm the world record holder in chewing gum. I'm not afraid of anything!" She shoved the fresh stick of gum in her mouth, all while Mrs Beauregarde was smiling pridefully at her daughter.

Violet began chewing and Mrs Beauregarde asked her, "How is it, honey?"

"It's amazing! Tomato soup! I can feel it running down my throat!"

"Yeah!" Willy nodded and smiled nervously. "Spit it out!"

Rose even tried getting Violet to stop. "Young lady, I think you'd better—"

She was rudely interrupted by Violet as the gum changed tastes. "It's changing! Roast beef with baked potato! Crispy skin and butter!"

"Keep chewing, kiddo!" Mrs Beauregarde encouraged her daughter. Rose rolled her eyes. She was just as bad as her daughter. "My little girls gonna be the first person in the world to have a chewing gum meal!"

"Yeah," Willy said, still feeling anxious. "I'm just a little concerned about the—"

"Blueberry pie and ice cream!" Violet said.

"That part"

Veruca noticed something odd. "What's happening to her nose?" Everyone looked at Violet to see what Veruca was talking about. A little speck of blue appeared on the tip of Violet's nose and very quickly began to spread.

"It's turning blue!" Mr Salt exclaimed.

Violet looked up at her mother. "Your whole nose has gone purple!" Mrs Beauregarde said.

"What do you mean?" Violet asked as she touched her nose.

"Violet, you're turning violet!" Violet's eyes widened in fright as she looked at Willy. Mrs Beauregarde looked at him as well and asked, "What's happening?"

"Well, I told you I hadn't quite got it right 'cause it goes a little funny when it gets to the dessert" Willy explained. "It's the blueberry pie that does it. I'm terribly sorry" He ducked down and hid behind the machine.

Violet's whole face had gone blue, and now her hands and hair were turning blue as well. The colour change was even affecting her clothes. "Mother, what's happening to me?" Violet asked, feeling horrified as she looked at her hand. Everyone backed away from her. If the colour change wasn't bad enough, Violet also started to engorge.

"She's swelling up!" Rose noted.

"Like a blueberry!" Charlie added.

Once Violet was completely blown up, Willy appeared from behind Mrs Beauregarde. He spooked her as he told her. "I've tried it on like twenty Oompa-Loompas, and each one ended up as a blueberry. It's just weird!"

"But I can't have a blueberry as a daughter!" Mrs Beauregarde shook her head at him. "How is she supposed to compete?"

"That's what you're concerned about?" Rose asked the woman, completely appalled. "Honestly, your daughter is blue and as a big as a hot air balloon, and the thing you're worried about is competitions? Maybe if you had been a better parent, then--"

"Don't you tell me how to parent my child!" Mrs Beauregarde snapped at Rose. Rose flinched a her tone, but she decided against arguing with her any further.

"You could put her in a county fair!" Veruca chirped, a little too happy about the situation.

Suddenly, the machines in the room began making a rhythm. Rose knew that the Oompa-Loompas were going to start singing again, and she was excited to hear them. Some Oompa-Loompas emerged from the smoke and they began to sing. Willy started dancing to the song, and Rose couldn't help but dance too.

Listen close, and listen hard,

The tale of Violet Beauregarde

This dreadful girl she sees no wrong

Chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing all day long

Chewing, chewing all day long.chewing,

Chewing all day long.

Chewing, chewing all day long.

She goes on chewing till at last

Her chewing muscles go so fast.

And from her face her giant chin

Sticks out just like a violin

Chewing, chewing all day long. chewing,

Chewing all day long.

Chewing, chewing all day long

For years and years she chews away

Her jaw gets stronger every day.

And with one great tremendous chew

They bite the poor girls tongue in two

And that is why we try so hard

To save miss Violet Beauregarde

Chewing, chewing all day long chewing,

Chewing all day long

Chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing all day long

As the song ended, Willy kept dancing, and an angry Mrs Beauregarde approached him. The look she had on her face was one of pure anger. When he noticed Mrs Beauregarde, he stopped dancing and looked at the Oompa-Loompa that approached. "I want you to roll Miss Beauregarde into the boat and take her along to the Juicing Room at once, okay?"

The Oompa-Loompa crossed its arms over its chest. "The Juicing Room?" Mrs Beauregarde repeated. "What are they gonna do to her there?"

"They're gonna squeeze her!" Willy answered with a wild grin. "Like a little pimple!" Mrs Beauregarde's eyes widened and her mouth opened in horror. "We gotta squeeze all that juice out of her immediately"

Without another word, Mrs Beauregarde ran over to help the Oompa-Loompas push Violet out of the room. Willy faced everyone. "Come on, let's boogie!" He beckoned. Everyone began moving along, but Rose was stopped when she felt Willy gently grab her arm. She looked at him to see him smiling wildly at her. "Close your eyes and hold out your hands!"

"Okay" She said. Rose closed her eyes, cupped her hands together and held them out. She could feel something being dropped in her hand. Her hands closed together around whatever had been put in her palms. Then she could feel a pair of hands wrap around her own. Her hands were being guided until she felt something soft brush against the back of one of her hands.

That's when she opened her eyes to see Willy pressing a gentle kiss to her hand. Rose's lips parted slightly, and her eyes locked with his. The two of them shared an intense stare. Willy released her hands and he smirked at her. "Come along, starshine"

Willy walked off. That's when Rose looked down at her hands to see what he had given her. It was the Everlasting Gobstopper. She grinned at the candy and started walking again.

#willy wonka x oc #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka #rose bucket #my oc #rose and willy #the chocolatier's rose

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a-dakhtar · 4 years ago

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I've had this one song stuck in my goddamn head for years but for the LIFE of me couldn't remember the title, or any of the lyrics, or even the melody.

I just knew it had piano right at the start, and that it was an old timey-wimey song, and my head associated it with Somewhere Over The Rainbow by Judy Garland and the goddamn Oompa Loompa's (and oh, how I despaired about that connection for years, because why.)

I finally gave in today and went on a mad YouTube/Google search. I blew up my friend's (who's stuck doing a late shift) phone with messages that clearly show the progression of me losing my damn mind. I started with Somewhere Over The Rainbow, used the suggestions to jump around. Heard other songs I'd never realised were a thing but were, somehow ended up listening to He-Man's What's Going On (do not even start with me), backpedaled to the Oompa Loompa's and somehow ended up listening to Frank Sinatra.

At this point, my friend is genuinely concerned, suggesting I go outside for a walk, thinking being cooped up during lockdown is messing with me. I very much do not appreciate her concern.

I'm mad at this point. The song is right there, taunting me, right on the tip of my tongue, I can almost hear it, and I'm about to give up. Google has failed me. YouTube has failed me. In a fit of irritation I go back to He-Man, hoping his wonderous vocals will lift my mood, and-

The next song in the suggestion catches my attention, even though it has a thumbnail I've seen a hundred times already. No. It can't be.

AND GUESS THE FUCK WHAT.

GUESS WHAT SONG WAS (FOR SOME GODDAMN REASON) STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR MORE THAN 4 FUCKIN YEARS. GUESS.

THE FUCKING PIANO RIGHT AT THE BEGINNING.

I'm so mad. So mad. Yet I'm finally free.

I'm finally fucking free.

Come with meeee, and you'll beee, in a wooooorld of pure imaginatiiiooon.

#personal talk no jutsu #i sat down in front of my laptop to do wORK #and its now bedtime and i have done nothing but answer the riddle to my life's madness #and now its properly stuck in my head #will probably delete

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tiktoks-we-like · 6 years ago

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I’ve had the faint memory of a tik tok stuck in my head for days but I can’t remember the specifics or find it. I know it had the “ooga Chaka” song and dancing, but I don’t know what else. I think an Oompa Loompa joke?

unfortunately there are a lot of dancing ooga chaka tik toks so if i were to run the chance of finding it you’d need to be more specific like if it was spliced in with another songs ( that seems to be popular ) and if it was a duet, multiple people, that would narrow it down for sure

#mod crow #Anonymous

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consider-thecoconut · 6 years ago

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As usual, random numbers from me: 29, 33, 34 and whatever you're dying to share!

29. If you could make a jukebox musical, what artist or genre would you pick?

Hmmm 🤔🤔🤔 Maybe Madonna? Or is that already a thing?

33. Current showtune stuck in you head:

The Oompa Loompa song from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I’ve had it stuck in my head since I saw the show last week, lol

34. A musical that has left you thinking about life for a long time or deeply inspired you.

Is Hamilton too basic of an answer? I’m gonna go with Hamilton.

4. Name three of your current Broadway crushes.

Barrett Wilbert Weed, Erika Henningsen and Taylor Louderman

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szopenhauer · 4 years ago

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Do you like your middle name? I don’t have one and I feel weird about it Have you ever unfriended a sibling on social media? lol What is your favorite thing about fall? chestnuts Do you film or record your doctor’s appointments? it’s sadly illegal What song do you have stuck in your head right now? Mi pan su su sum Were you ever a member of the site Meez? I was

What color was the last jacket or hoodie you wore?

Do you own an iPod or MP3 player? If so, when did you get it? MP3 that I no longer use, I bought it in Empik with Cats musical when I got voucher from my floristry or interior design school couple of years ago

Have you ever been an outcast at your school or anywhere else? yup Do you own any dresses? What colors are they? few Would you say you drink more pop than you should? I don’t drink soda at all How many different colors has your bedroom been painted? it was white until my parents painted it green and yellow

Has anyone ever told you that they think you have ADHD? me?... Has anyone ever called you a socio-path before? yep How many times have you been drunk in your life? 0 Do you ever think you might be pregnant? paranoia even tho it’s not possible When was the last time you acted really immature? I don’t care

What are some of the meanest, most insulting things that have been said 2u? where should I start... What haunts you? everything Do you pray to God regularly? I try If so, is your chronic pain physical or emotional, or both? I hate when ppl say “emotional chronic pain” - sorry not sorry Do you wish you could talk to someone and share everything? sigh... Which family member did you get your height from? mom Do books ever make you cry? very rarely Do you watch a lot of movies? I didn’t thought so until I realized most of my friends didn’t watch half of those but I still watch just a few every year and usually old ones as I’m always late with them (I’m not going to the cinema or buying DVDs) What advice would you give to someone who’s being bullied? inform parents/teachers about it, hide whenever possible, don’t believe what bullies say etc. Are you sensitive? I am Are you hypersensitive to sound? I have misophonia. …to smell? very …to touch/to hot and cold? I barely feel anything …to food/taste? (i.e., spicy food or hot food might be too much for you) everything tastes sour due to my GERD Do you often get treated as if you are worthless? I am worthless so... Are you short or average or tall, and do you like it? short and I wish I was a bit taller Have you ever been kicked out of your house? not yet …had someone try to shove their views down your throat? ppl are like that …felt ashamed of your faith? it’s about fanatics and such Favorite worship song? *shrug* Do you worry a lot, or do you put things in God’s hands? both Do you believe you’re going to Heaven? I’m not a good enough person for that Have you ever taken a right-brain/left-brain test? I don’t believe in this! Did you pray to God when you were a child? with my family, every evening and rosary once a week to that, I don’t remember if I prayed in the morning by myself or not tho Would you change your skin tone/complexion if you could? I’m fine with mine Are you flexible (physically)? as for someone who doesn’t exercise/work out at all How do you express your anger? cry, shout/argue/scream/offend others, hide, keep quiet, roll my eyes, sit in my room alone etc.

Do you like crab legs? wouldn’t try crab legs

How do you handle writer’s block? wait?

Have you ever tried Nutella? It’s like sex in a jar. No lie. that’s why I’m an asexual

When people ‘copy’ you, do you tend to feel more flattered or annoyed? annoyed

Have you ever used Google Translate? often

Do your gums ever bleed when you brush your teeth? mhm

Is it easy for you to look past certain flaws people may have? hard af

Spray tans generally make people look like Oompa Loompas. Fact or fiction? hahaha fact!

Are you any good at arm-wrestling? oh well :P

What’s your favorite Medieval torture device? (If you have one, that is.) wait... what?

Would you rather be a zombie pirate or a zombie viking? :D I’d rather not be a zombie but pirate is better

Would you feel comfortable sitting next to a man in a cheese costume? awww :3

Would you ever paint your toe nails yellow? I don’t think so How often do you have nightmares? frequently Have you ever started a good thing? hope so Have you ever seen the movie UP? I liked it Are there any clothes on your floor right now? just bags

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catloverkid00 · 7 years ago

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Get to Know Me

I saw this going around and it looked fun. I was tagged by @socially-ineptnerd

RULES: Answer 28 questions and tag at least 20 blogs you would like to get to know better.

Name: Alexandria Baughman

Nicknames: Aly, Alex, Lexi (my grandma, and only my grandma, calls me this), Max, TechnicAly.

Gender: Not really sure yet. Probably NB. Female to everyone who knows me irl.

Star sign: Honestly I have no idea.

Height: 5'6. 5'7 on a good day. But i have these awesome boots that make me at least 5'9!

Time: 12:55 am (Who needs sleep?)

Birthday: October 11 or 10/11 (cause I’m American…)

Favourite bands: HOO BOY. I have a lot of bands where I really love one song… So

21 pilots

Styx

We as Human

Black Veil Brides (hey now, I went through a weird stage)

Skillet

TransSiberian Orchestra

Fall out Boy

Favourite Solo Artists: Linsey Sterling… And Thomas Sanders (if you want to count him).

Song stuck in my head: Unsteady by (I think… It’s late) X Ambasaders. Also Renegade by Styx. Kinda back and forth.

Last movie I watched: The King’s Speech. My parents were watching it and I was in the room.

When did I create my blog: late 2016 early 2017? Then I left for a while. I only started using Tumblr regularly till… November? Of 2017? I’m so bad at remembering dates, man.

Last thing you googled: Norway renamed. I saw a post about Norway renaming itself Shithole, and I was trying to fact check that.

Do I have any other blogs: nope. I just use this one for scrolling through my dash. I’m not organized enough to give it a theme. I just reblog things I like…

Do I get asks: Nah. I’ll take em, but I’ve never gotten any.

Why I chose my url: it was an email I had once and I didn’t think it would be taken. Honestly, it has no real meaning. I don’t really even like cats… Like, they’re cute, but I don’t love them. Idk. I rant when I’m tired.

Following: 1949-something. It will go up by the time anyone sees this. I follow whoever I think makes content I would enjoy. And sweetie, I have a lot of fandoms/ships/OTPs…

Followers: 241. For all the craziness that my blog is, I’m very surprised.

Average hours of sleep: well, I’m usually up till 12:30 ish and I he up at 6 for school. So less than 6. but that’s only on week days on the weekends I stay up way later, but I also sleep till 10ish. so I get closer to 7-9 hours. I have a really shitty sleep schedule…

Lucky number: 42? Not really sure. Never thought about it.

Instruments: Flute, piano (but I can only play the Imperial March…), And guitar (for like a year when I was 6…)

What am I wearing: well. I’m in bed now, so it’s just compression shorts… I don’t like to sleep with a short on, I feel like it’s choking me.

Dream job: Prosthetics designer/ CRISPR researcher. When I was a kid I wanted to be a truck driver… (What can we deduce about my heart?)

Dream trip: Everywhere. But probably Germany. I’m an Engineering fan, and the language is adorable. (If any language can be cute, it has to be German. I don’t understand how people find it scary)

Favourite foods: the American version of Italian foods. (Pizza, Spaghetti, etc)

Nationality: American. (sorry about the Oompa Loompa. I’m not old enough to vote… But I will be in 2020)

Favourite song right now: Whatever has a really good beat, and is playing at the time.

Tags: idk who to tag, so…

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lilbreck · 7 years ago

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AGoT Chapters 14 - 18

If you want to follow along, I'm tagging my ASoIaF reading as tonya rereads asoiaf.

Chapter 14: Catelyn III

Catelyn is cracking. Her world completely stopped. Thankfully Robb is there to try and pull her back.

Sobbing, she pulled her hand free of his and covered her ears against those terrible howls. “Make them stop!” she cried. “I can’t stand it, make them stop, make them stop, kill them all if you must, just make them stop!”

I think this really highlights that, although she’s married to a Stark and her children are Starks, there is a part of them that she will never share. Much like Tyrion and the others, she seems to regard the direwolves with… trepidation.

Looking on the scene where the man comes to the tower to kill Bran and I have to believe that it’s not a coincidence that he almost slits her throat but she stops it. I knew that Bran’s direwolf would save the day, but I’m so glad that we see her fighting hard to live. I’m also very glad that, after her rest, she’s back to being the woman that Winterfell and her children need her to be.

Yeah, I have my issues with her, but I can’t help but love her as well.

Catelyn gave her firstborn a challenging look. “If you are to rule in the north, you must think these things through, Robb. Answer your own question. Why would anyone want to kill a sleeping child?”

While I love that she’s teaching him this now, this is shit they should have been teaching him from a young age. He’s the heir to Winterfell, he should have been trained. Again, I love Ned at Cat, but they’ve coddled their children too much.

I fucking love that Catelyn is figuring this shit out, but why wasn’t someone figuring it out while she was in her grief fugue? Why do they not have a paranoid asshole always suspicious? Okay, I’m not sure if this really earns the “fucking northern fools” tag, but the fact that Robb wasn’t trained does, so we’ll wave this one in as well.

I’d like to mention that Catelyn riding off to take care of shit fills me with joy. We know it’s not going to work, but I still love it.

Chapter 15: Sansa I

Age 11

Not gonna lie, I’ve been waiting for this chapter. It’s going to hurt, because I know what’s in store for her, but she’s still my baby. Granted, she starts out as a prissy, entitled, stuck up baby, but the Oompa Loompas had a song about where that comes from.

The septa was not appeased. “You’re a good girl, Sansa, but I do vow, when it comes to that creature you’re as willful as your sister Arya.” She scowled. “And where is Arya this morning?”

“She wasn’t hungry,” Sansa said, knowing full well that her sister had probably stolen down to the kitchen hours ago and wheedled a breakfast out of some cook’s boy.

I’d like to point out two things here: It’s obvious that the septa uses Arya as an example of how “bad girls” act in order to make sure Sansa stays in line. It’s possible that her mother does the same thing. You know what this does? Pits sisters against each other. However, Sansa still covers for Arya here, knowing that her septa would probably not look favorably on Arya’s actions. If Sansa really was a nasty bully like people claim, she would have relished the chance here to get her sister in trouble.

Reading this chapter it just drives home both how young both Sansa and Arya are and how sheltered. Sansa was raised to be such a proper lady and all of her septa and mother’s teachings seemed to have made her look down on anyone who was below her in station. And Arya doesn’t seem to realize that she can’t just get away with anything and everything.

One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers. That just made her worse.

This right there. They are traveling with the King and his family, but Ned doesn’t even try to reign in his daughter. This shit is part of what leads to everything going wrong, IIRC. Yet another subtle example of questionable parenting in the series. If you coddle your children, they’re headed for a world of pain.

This scene where Sansa is terrified by Ilyn Payne, notice that Lady reacts. This shows that Lady and Sansa were already bonded. Just imagine what that means for her losing Lady when they were already that close. I think, because Lady is lost so early in the series, people like to dismiss what that meant for Sansa. Of course, a lot of those people like to pretend that she’s not really a Stark at all.

I’m amused that Sandor was under the impression that he was the one who frightened Sansa. Did he not notice she was shaking and terrified before she turned around and saw him? Hell, he had to grab her shoulders before she turned around.

And then there comes Joffrey playing the part of the gallant prince. For a girl fed a steady diet of fairy tales and songs then told she would marry a wonderful prince, he had to have seemed like a dream. My poor baby. She does manage to find her feet, even feeling foolish, and pay a compliment to Cersei.

“I can answer,” Sansa said quickly, to quell her prince’s anger.

Even though she’s infatuated with Joffrey, she’s quick to want to head off his anger. Given that her father doesn’t seem one to fly off the handle, you have to wonder if she’s getting some sort of subconscious feeling that he’s temperamental and that’s not a good thing. Of course, this could just be a throw away line that means nothing.

He drew his sword and showed it to her; a longsword adroitly shrunken to suit a boy of twelve, gleaming blue steel, castle-forged and double-edged, with a leather grip and a lion’s-head pommel in gold.

I just wanted to put this here to compare it with how Robb was reprimanded the chapter before this:

“…Never draw your sword unless you mean to use it. How many times must I tell you, foolish boy?”

Yeah, I don’t think Joffrey was all that well trained either. When Sansa thinks to herself that “her prince would never love her if she seemed stupid” you really have to wonder this shit that everyone put into her mind when they were training her to be some lord’s trophy wife. Yeah, I’m bitter, what of it?

You remember when I said that Ned’s indulging of Arya helps lead to everything going wrong? The scene at the Trident is exactly what I’m talking about. Arya knows damn well they’ve been interrupted by the prince, but she yells at him like they were in the North and he was just another lord up there. Hell, she even starts throwing rocks at him. If Joffrey had killed Arya, I doubt a damn thing would have happened to him. And Sansa, who’s been fed on a steady stream of songs and fairy tales is no help as she yells at both of them that they’re spoiling everything.

I’m pretty sure that Nymeria saved Arya’s life here. I have no doubt that Joffrey would have killed her, and she was weaponless and backed against a tree. As soon as Arya attacked Joffrey, I’m sure Myca’s fate was sealed, and as soon as Nymeria attacked him, a direwolf was going to have to die.

When I finish this book, my wrap up post is going to talk about how this chapter shows the core of what character traits in both Stark girls that are going to be sharped, honed, and perfected for where I think their story will ultimately end up in the series.

Chapter 16: Eddard III

You know, all the people who claim that Sansa is the reason that Lady and Myca died…

What the fuck did you think her word would do?

Cersei was damn determined to have a pelt and Lady was the only direwolf around. Robert clearly didn’t give a fuck and, even if Sansa had sworn up and down that Arya was telling the truth, Cersei would have still demanded and Robert would have given in. And Myca was already dead.

Lady didn’t die as a punishment for Sansa’s imagined sins. She died because Joffrey was humiliated and Cersei couldn’t stand that. She died because Robert had no fucking backbone.

Man, I’m a fucking huge Sansa fan and even I don’t think she has as much power as some of her haters seem to think she has.

Chapter 17: Bran III

Okay, I’m a sucker for a good dream sequence and this opening one is fucking wonderful, IMO.

He saw Sansa crying herself to sleep at night, and he saw Arya watching in silence and holding her secrets hard in her heart.

Okay, I feel slow, but what secrets is he talking about here? Unless it’s about where she had Nymeria. If that’s not it, someone please let me know. I have more questions:

One shadow was dark as ash, with the terrible face of a hound. Another was armored like the sun, golden and beautiful. Over them both loomed a giant in armor made of stone, but when he opened his visor, there was nothing inside but darkness and thick black blood.

These three are, I’m assuming Sandor, Jaime, and the third I’m guessing is Gregor. Am I right in that? I mean, he’s a giant of a man and the “darkness and thick black blood” would fit with his death via Oberyn’s poison and the removal of his head.

As we go through this dream and see Bran realize that the Night King is coming and he’s told that’s why he has to live, remember this is a SEVEN YEAR OLD CHILD. Sorry, my babies suffer so much.

“Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?” he heard his own voice saying, small and far away.

And his father’s voice replied to him. “That is the only time a man can be brave.”

Now, Bran, the crow urged. Choose. Fly or die.

Death reached for him, screaming.

Bran spread his arms and flew.

Yeah, I’m gonna be over here crying for a bit. Okay, I’ve got a scary confession. I can see an endgame for Arya, Jon, and Sansa after the battle with the Night King is over. I can see the roles they could play in the world after. I don’t remember seeing what role Bran would play, and that scares me. Because, what if he ends up like the three eyed raven?

Chapter 18: Catelyn IV

“…I had to beg Brandon to spare Petyr’s life. He let him off with a scar.”

How much of these books would be different if Brandon had just went ahead and killed him. Seriously, just think about it. You know how I said I wanted all the men around Daenerys impaled like Vlad did to his enemies? Petyr should be right there beside them, suffering because the damn pike didn’t go through his brain. I’ve got some damn feelings on this.

That’s all I’m reading for tonight, but I’ll definitely be reading more tomorrow. Probably another ten chapters at least. A Jon chapter is next!

#asoiaf #asoiaf:agot #tonya reads books #tonya rereads asoiaf #questionable parenting skills in asoiaf #fucking northern fools #my baby starks deserve better

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mushtache-blog1 · 8 years ago

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Does anyone else realise this? This is a LONG post but it really did blow my mind

It’s true because:

The movie shows parts of Wonka’s childhood, and it shows his dad burning his Halloween candy, but having Halloween candy in the first place implies that he let Wonka go trick-or-treating, purposely dangling childhood's biggest reward in front of his face, only to destroy it right in front of him after he's put in all the work to get it. After he's built up a massive amount of hope and expectation. For a child, it's mental torture.

When Wonka asks him if he can have one just to try it, his father tells him that he has a chocolate allergy, messing with his head and telling him he will be itchy all over if he eats a single one. On the surface, lying to his child. But from a deeper standpoint, he's saying, "It's your fault that you can't have what other kids have." Then we see a pure example of neglectful and abusive parenting when Willy finally has enough and says he will run away to Switzerland to make chocolate. His father's response? "I won't be here when you come back."

This is only one scene in a long line of neglect and outright emotional abuse. It's likely that this is only the tip of the iceberg with a cold, unfeeling, manipulative monster of a father. It paints a picture of an extremely strict perfectionist who denies his son not just the basics of childhood but even the most remedial emotional connection. This not only motivates Willy Wonka to become the world's best chocolatier, it also turns him into a psychopathic killing machine with an innate distrust of adults and a burning need for revenge.

Years of jealousy and resentment eventually turn him into a child-killing machine who takes revenge on all the kids who have what he didn't. Namely, parents who will accompany them to a chocolate factory and who spoil them with candy. And, more specifically, the ones who don't appreciate it and take it for granted.

Later into the movie, Wonka see’s that he has a grey hair.�� Wonka is in a rush to find a replacement because he thinks he's dying. Rapidly. And it has nothing to do with a gray hair ... he has a disease. A very specific one, too.At no point during Burton's film do we see a single fruit or vegetable. As a result of his father's cruelty, Willy Wonka's interest in candy became an obsession: He went from never having candy to the point where he ate it for every meal. Wonka retreated into his factory, his own hermetically sealed world with everything he could possibly need (apart from vitamins or minerals), not knowing the horrible health issues it would create.

His symptoms include skin and nail fungal infections, which he hides with his ubiquitous purple leather gloves. Hives and rashes, which account for the wig. Chronic fatigue, which explains the cane. In both the old and newest Willy Wonka movies, he has Poor memory, lack of focus, and brain fog, but in the old one even Mr. Teavee (a geography teacher, not a doctor) asks him, "Do these flashbacks happen often?" He repeats himself without knowing he is doing it. Irritability, mood swings, anxiety, and depression, which are present throughout the film when he snaps at the children for no reason or starts to reminisce about his past. Strong sugar cravings, which is clearly the case and only compounds his illness, as the fungus feeds on sugar. And, finally, migraines, which he tries to avoid by wearing gigantic, dark shades in bright rooms and when venturing outside.

First, Wonka has no idea what's wrong with him. All he knows is that his health is waning and he is suffering from increasingly scary symptoms. Second, his aversion to anything even remotely related to his dentist father (he is still incapable of saying the word "parent") means that he can't go to see what the problem actually is. He hasn't been to a medical professional in decades (Oompa Loompa psychiatrists don't count) because he fears them. Avoidance is extremely common in abuse victims, and it's understandable that any person in the medical profession would remind him of his father and scare him.

Willy Wonka would want someone intelligent to take over his company, so why not Mike Teavee, the one so clever he cracked the code? Because he's a little devil, that's why. Wonka is not looking for a kid who is smart and savvy and questions authority. Mike Teavee is evil in Wonka's twisted mind and must be punished along with the other kids. Wonka needs an apprentice who is innocent and impressionable, so he has to make sure that Charlie Bucket, the only guiltless child chosen by his system, gets the fifth golden ticket. But how?

Taking into account the fact that Wonka bars are sold worldwide, that far more were being manufactured for the competition than ever before, and that only five of them contained the elusive golden tickets, what are the chances that one of them would turn up in the nearest shop to the factory? And, on the very day that the Wonka bar containing the final golden ticket is going to be sold, Charlie happens to find a $10 note waiting for him in the gutter right outside the shop.

During the visit to the factory, all of Charlie's competitors are eliminated (and permanently mutilated) by seemingly random accidents. But, if we look again at how each child is taken out, we find that each "accident" is anything but.

Augustus Gloop was so greedy he would eat anything sweet, but he could only get his fat body stuck in the tubes that remove chocolate from the chocolate river. The moment he falls in, Wonka is already looking for the giant pipe, which just so happens to be going straight towards him.

Violet Beauregarde, the obsessive chewer of gum, could only have been removed by one: the room that contained his experimental, not-quite-finished, three-course chewing gum. It is Wonka who starts the machine and allows Violet to try it before saying that it's not ready and that 20 Oompa Loompas had already suffered the same fate.

The spoiled Veruca Salt could no doubt have asked for anything in the factory and her daddy could have bought it, but Willy Wonka takes them to the room where sentient, dead-eyed squirrels sort through the nuts. Willy Wonka knows exactly what to say to push her over the edge: "She can't have one." Then he pretends he can't find the key to the gate so that her father can't rescue her in time.

Mike, as his name dictates, is obsessed with television, so when Wonka gives him the choice of any room in the factory, he chooses the TV room, where the Oompa Loompas are messing around with turning chocolate digital. Wonka makes no attempt to stop Mike from diving into the teleporter and is disappointed when he manages to survive the Oompa Loompas trying to kill him there.

Every time a child is eliminated, the Oompa Loompas instantly turn up and burst into eerie choreographed song and dance. In Burton's version, the Oompa Loompas are physically identical and all male. Wonka tries to explain that they come from "Loompaland," but it is obvious they are clones, created to help defend his chocolate kingdom.

But clones or not, that kind of harmony and footwork would require weeks of practice to pull off so perfectly in one take. You could easily write this observation off as just being a standard element of a musical, but the characters themselves actually address it directly. Mr. Salt notices this, saying it looks "all rather rehearsed." Mike Teavee goes even further: "Like they knew it was going to happen." They are directly telling the audience that this was all a setup. No subtlety about it.

In Burton's movie, Wonka's system is intended to destroy the other children, leaving Charlie alone as victor. But for that to happen Charlie has to witness four acts of mutilation. Charlie is exposed to the factory's inner workings to see if he can handle the extreme methods necessary to protect its myriad secrets and patent-pending inventions. At every turn Wonka checks what Charlie thinks of everything he sees. He needs to know for certain that Charlie is like himself, that he loves candy (unlike Mike Teavee) above all other things, and, more importantly, that he is OK with all of the terrifying defenses put in place to protect his secrets.

But why Charlie? What makes him so special? He seems too innocent to be a killer, right? Well, in Wonka's mind, there are a lot of similarities between them both, which would translate to, "This kid has all the building blocks in place to make him just like me." They're from the same town. They were both denied candy as children (Wonka because his dad was a maniacal dentist, Charlie because his family was dirt poor). Their fathers both work in the oral-hygiene business (Wonka's dad is "the most famous dentist in the world," whereas Charlie's dad works in a toothpaste factory).

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wonkasmissstarshine · 4 years ago

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The Chocolatier’s Rose {Willy Wonka x OC} Ch. 10

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Summary: The remaining guests are shown the Nut Sorting Room. Veruca is revealed to be a bad nut, something that Rose has known from the start.

Tagging: @holdmeicant @willymywonkers

"Without the boat, we'll have to move double time just to keep on schedule" Willy told everyone as they walked down a red and white hallway. "There's far too much to see"

"Mr Wonka?" Charlie piped up.

"Yeah?"

"Why did you decide to let people in?"

"Well, so they could see the factory of course" Willy stated. It was a simple answer, but it seemed that there was more behind it.

Charlie inquired further. "But why now? And why only five?"

Mike pushed past Charlie and asked greedily, "What's the special prize, and who gets it?"

"The best kind of prize is a sur-prize!" Willy answered Mike and then laughed.

Veruca pushed past Mike. "Will Violet always be a blueberry?" The little spoiled brat asked. She seemed all to happy about the fact that Violet became a blueberry, and now she was out of the way.

"No. Maybe. I don't know" Willy answered her. "But that's what you get from chewing gum all day. It's just disgusting"

"I agree" Rose said. She knew that Violet's gum chewing would come back to bite her in the butt.

"If you hate gum so much, why do you make it?" Mike questioned.

"Once again, you really shouldn't mumble 'cause it's really starting to bum me out" Willy retorted.

Charlie asked yet another question. "Can you remember the first candy you ever ate?"

Willy came to a stop. He mumbled out "No", before he gazed off, growing distant again. He was like that for a moment, before Rose placed a hand on his arm and snapped him out of it. "I'm sorry, I was having a flashback" He said dreamily.

"I see" Mr Salt said, eyeing Willy cautiously, pulling Veruca closer to him.

"These flashbacks happen often?" Mr Teavee asked, also eyeing Willy cautiously.

An off smile appeared on Willy's face. "Increasingly.... today" He continued walking and everyone else followed him. He brought them to a room named Nut Sorting Room.

"Ah, this is a room I know all about" Mr Salt remarked. "For you see, Mr Wonka, I myself am in the nut sorting business" Mr Salt gave Willy one of his business cards, but without sparing even a glance at it, Willy threw it over his shoulder. Rose laughed in amusement at this. "Are you using the Havermax Four Thousand to do your sorting?" Mr Salt asked, oblivious to the fact that Willy tossed away his business card.

"No" Willy said to Mr Salt. He laughed. "You're really weird" Willy opened up the room, allowing everyone inside. The room was bright white, and beyond the railing everyone was standing behind, was a white floor with blue swirls on it with a hole on the middle of it. Large glass containers containing nuts were suspended in the air. Tubes were attached to the containers which dropped the nuts into stations. But the most amusing part about the room was the fact that there were about a hundred squirrels, each sat on their own stool. It would seem that the squirrels sorted the nuts.

"Squirrels!" Veruca chirped happily and wide eyed.

"Yeah. Squirrels" Willy nodded. "These squirrels are specially trained to get the nuts out of the shells"

"What a clever idea!" Rose said, making Willy smile in her direction.

Mr Salt, however, seemed to have a different opinion on the matter. "You use squirrels? Why not use Oompa-Loompas?"

"Because, only squirrels can get the whole walnut out almost every time" Willy explained. "You see how they tap each one with their knuckles to make sure it's not bad?" One of the squirrels tapped the nut on the edge of the feeder, and held it up to its ear. "Oh, look!" Willy pointed to that squirrel. "I think that one's got a bad nut" The squirrel threw the nut behind itself. It tumbled down the swirly floor until it disappeared into the hole.

Veruca looked up at her father. "Daddy, I want a squirrel!" She demanded. "Get me one of those squirrels. I want one"

Rose whispered in Charlie's ear. "I don't think this is going to end well" He nodded in agreement. Based on what she saw happen to Augustus and Violet, Rose just knew that Veruca's spoiled attitude was going to get her in a sticky situation today.

"Veruca, dear, you have many marvellous pets" Mr Salt definitely did not what to deal with this right now.

"All I've got at home is one pony and two dogs and four cats and six rabbits and two parakeets and three canaries and a green parrot and a turtle and a silly old hamster!" Veruca listed off. Wow, even with as many pets as she has, she's still not satisfied. Rose wondered what it took with this girl and how her parents ever put up with her. "I want a squirrel!" Veruca stomped her foot.

Rose rolled her eyes, and mocked Veruca. "I want a squirrel!" She silently mouthed with exaggerated gestures and expressions. Willy laughed at Rose's imitation, finding it rather amusing.

"All right, pet" Mr Salt gave in to his daughter's demands. "Daddy will get you a squirrel just as soon as he possibly can" Rose groaned and rolled her head back. Willy was watching the two Salts with a blank expression.

"But I don't want any old squirrel" Rose pinched the bridge of her nose. She didn't like where Veruca was going with this. "I want a trained squirrel"

Mr Salt sighed. "Very well" He looked at Willy. Willy looked back at Mr Salt, a fake smile on his face, knowing the question that was going to come out of Mr Salt's mouth. "Mr Wonka, how much do you want for one of these squirrels? Name your price" Veruca also looked up at Willy. A big smile was on her face, thinking that if she acted cute, that she'd get her way.

"Oh, they're not for sale" Willy denied them. Rose smirked, feeling slightly pleased that things weren't going the spoiled brat's way. "She can't have one"

Veruca smile dropped. She turned to her father, absolutely fuming. "Daddy!" She threatened, as if that was going to change anything.

Mr Salt just stared at his daughter, at a loss of words. "I'm sorry, darling" It wasn't Mr Salt who said it. It was Willy doing a perfect imitation of Mr Salt's voice. "Mr Wonka's being unreasonable"

Veruca glared at Willy again before she turned it to her father. "Fine. If you won't get me a squirrel, I'll get one myself!" She decided. She slipped through the gate and descended into the squirrel's work area.

"Veruca" Mr Salt warned.

"Little girl?" Willy tried to call to Veruca. She ignored both of them.

"Veruca, come back here at once!" Mr Salt called to her again, his voice a little more strict. "Veruca!"

Veruca looked around until she had her eyes set on the perfect squirrel. She started approaching it. All the squirrels stopped their work, and stared at the girl. "Little girl?" Willy tried warning her. "Don't touch that squirrel's nuts. It'll make him crazy!"

Again, Veruca ignored him. She marched up to her chosen squirrel. She and the squirrel looked each other straight in the eye. An evil grin came across Veruca's face and she reached out to the squirrel. "I'll have you!"

Before she could grab the squirrel, all the other squirrels jumped off their stools. They all ran to Veruca. Mr Salt was growing terrified. He shook the gate. "Veruca!" Willy took out his ring of many keys. "Veruca! Veruca!" Mr Salt was still calling out to her. By now, all the squirrels had jumped onto Veruca. They had knocked her down to the ground. Mr Salt desperately shaked the gate again.

Willy looked through his many keys. "Let's find the key" He tried the first one. "Not that one"

"Daddy!" Veruca called out desperately to her father.

"Veruca!" He called back.

Willy tried another key. "No!" Rose took note of the amused smile on Willy's face. It was like he was deliberately taking his time with the keys. The squirrels started pinning down Veruca. Willy tried yet another key. "There it is.... there it isn't"

"Daddy, I want them to stop!" Veruca pleaded. One of the squirrels hopped onto her stomach. Veruca raised her head to look at it. The squirrel began touching her face. It tapped on her forehead and then listened to it.

"What are they doing?" Charlie asked.

"They're testing to see if she's a bad nut" Willy answered. The squirrel squeaked. "Oh my goodness, she is a bad nut after all"

"Veruca!" Mr Salt shouted in horror when the squirrels started carrying Veruca to the hole.

"Daddy!" Veruca yelled for help.

"Where are they taking her?" Mr Salt asked, his eyes still on Veruca.

"Where all the other bad nuts go. To the garbage chute" Willy answered.

"Where does the chute go?"

"To the incinerator" Willy said it so lightly, but there was a rather dark meaning behind his words. "But don't worry, we only light it on Tuesdays!"

"Today is Tuesday" Mike pointed out.

Willy shot Mike a glance. "Well, there's always the chance they decided not to light it today!" The squirrels had accomplished their goal and threw Veruca down the chute. Rose would have felt bad for the girl, if she hadn't decided to try and commit theft when things weren't going her way. Willy turned to Mr Salt to try and explain. "Now, she may be stuck in the chute just below the top. If that's the case, all you have to do is just reach in and pull her out. Okay?"

Willy had the correct key in the lock. He turned it and then pulled the gate opened. He stepped aside so Mr Salt could get by. Mr Salt began descending the stairs, and Willy closed the gate. That's when the Oompa-Loompas came out and sang another song. Willy and Rose both nodded their heads along to the music.

Veruca Salt

The little brute

Has just gone down the garbage chute.

And she will meet as she descends

A rather different set of friends

A fish head for example cut

This morning from a halibut.

An oyster from an oyster stew

A steak that no one else would chew.

And lots of other things as well each

With its rather horrid smell (horrid smell)

These are Veruca's new found friends

That she will meet as she descends

These are Veruca's new found friends

Who went and spoiled her, who indeed?

Who pandered to her every need?

Who turned her into such a brat?

Who are the culprits?

Who did that?

The guilty ones

Now this is sad

Are dear old mum, and loving dad

The Oompa-Loompas had guided Mr Salt over to the chute. He peered down it, trying to see if he could find Veruca. One of the squirrels hopped off of its stool and pushed him into the chute. Willy laughed a little when Mr Salt fell in. Rose tried to hide her laughter by pressing her lips together. That didn't stop her amused grin, however.

An Oompa-Loompa tugged on Willy's coat. Willy squatted down and let the Oompa-Loompa talk in his ear. "Oh, really?" A smile appeared on Willy's face. "Oh, good!" He stood back up and informed the others. "I've just been informed that the incinerator broken. So there should be about three weeks of rotten garbage to break their fall!"

"Oh, well that's good news" Mr Teavee replied in a sarcastic tone.

"Yeah," Willy said, his eyes trailing over to Rose. "Well, let's keep on trucking" He held out his arm to her, offering her to take it. She gladly accepted his offer and held onto his arm. And, with that, everyone left the Nut Sorting Room.

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