#mrs scrubit

[graintourette]

am i late for the hype

[destinyc1020]

I ageee, wonka was surprisingly charming, sweet and cute. The script may have been paper thin but it makes up with some really cool visuals and some funny side characters ( olivia colman and tom davis loved them- mrs scrubit) I think some of the songs were hit and miss though for me. But I enjoyed it and my niece loved though she also had craving for chocolate after.

For me 3/5 but if I was a kid its an easy 4/5.

Yea, I say don't go into it expecting anything all that spectacular and you should be fine. 😊

It was just a nice feel-good movie, you know? Sometimes we need those too every once in a while.

Omg Olivia Colman is a chameleon. I love her! Such a GREAT actress! I feel like she can possibly do just about anything lol 😆 She is like Meryl Streep to me.....Effortlessly does various different types of roles, all equally great 👍🏾

Re: The Music

Every number wasn't hitting, I agree....

But the ones that did were really great. 😊 I already checked out the soundtrack last night after watching the movie lol. The visuals were great, you're right.

I think my favorite songs/scenes/dance numbers in the movie were:

For a Moment

A World of Your Own

You've Never Had Chocolate Like This

Pure Imagination (of course 😌)

😊

[phantomwritezstuff077]

Someone To Watch Over Me - Wonka

Summary:

Aimee Rosetanii is just your regular old seamstress, she runs a quaint little shop in London with her best friend and service dog, Laika, who helps her with her cardiac syncope's. She quite enjoys her quiet little life of selling, making and repairing clothes for the people around town as well as small gossip sessions with a local orphan, Noodle. However, things change when a certain charming yet kind hearted chocolatere, Willy Wonka, comes to town, and Aimee finds herself in a sticky situation, all the while slowly falling for a certain man...

"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐈'𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞."

Chapter One

Just another day.

A quiet but nice day.

Just the way Aimee liked it.

It was the early evening and Aimee found herself sat at a table, her finger gently threading a needle through the smooth purple fabric in her hands, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders while her service dog, a gorgeous border collie named Laika, laid at her feet peacefully. Aimee liked her little life, she liked her shop, she liked her customers, she loved her service dog. The brunette girl quietly sang to herself as she continued threading the needle through the fabric in a delicate pattern, following the design she had come up with exactly and making sure all of the seams and pieces were sewn together firmly in all the right places, the woman’s head perked up when she heard the sound of someone entering her shop and she smiled upon seeing who it was.

It was Noodle.

“Noodle, hi,” Aimee said as she slowly stood up and walked over to greet the child. Noodle and Aimee had an unspoken sibling-like relationship, Noodle often came to visit Aimee with any clothing Mrs. Scrubit or her workers needed to be fixed. 

“Hi, Aimee, hi Laika,” Noodle said, smiling at both Aimee and the service dog next to her. The child quickly turned around and picked up a few sacks of what Aimee guessed was clothing before she was handed the sacks. “Mrs. Scrubit says she wants these fixed by the end of the week.”

Aimee smiled at Noodle, as much as Aimee absolutely despised Mrs. Scrubitt, that woman paid her just like any other customer. And when it comes to money, you need to take whatever you can get, especially when you’re not as privileged as a lot of people around you. 

“I’ll see what I can do, Noodle,” Aimee replied, putting the sack on a nearby counter before she looked back at the child. “Would you like some hot chocolate? It’s freezing out there.”

Noodle thought for a moment before she shook her head. “I’d love to, Aimee, really, I would, but Mrs. Scrubitt is going to lose her mind if I don’t come back at the exact time she told me to. Maybe next time.”

Aimee felt her heart break for the child in front of her, she was basically being held hostage by Mrs. Scrubitt, forced to work ridiculous hours to ‘pay off her debt’ along with the other people who had made the mistake of spending the night at Mrs. Scrubitt’s inn. The brunette woman sighed a little bit before giving Noodle a small smile and a nod. Looking at the door before her gaze went back to Noodle once more.

“Okay, be safe,” the woman spoke and Noodle nodded, exiting the store all the while dragging her wagon behind her. Aimee sighed and looked back at the giant sack of clothing on the counter.

★★★★

Around a day later, it was the late morning when something outside of the shop caught Aimee’s eye. She sat up from her table from which she was sewing yet another one of Mrs. Scrubitt’s messed up clothes that needed fixing. A few feet away from her shop, a young man in a hat stood on a small crate. He looked like he was selling something that had definitely caught the attention of a few townspeople. She looked at Laika, who as usual, was sitting at her feet before her brown eyes went back to the strange man in the hat outside the shop.

Aimee was quite intrigued by this man, something about him just caught her attention and she decided to step outside and see exactly what he was talking about. Laika, of course, followed Aimee. 

Laika was Aimee’s service dog, Aimee had a cardiac condition where her blood sugar could spike randomly and cause her to pass out. Laika had been trained to alert her handler for when these spikes happen before Aimee passes out so that she can sit down and wait for her blood pressure to return to normal again. Although these episodes usually happen whenever she’s stressed, they can also happen spontaneously. 

In a jungle jungle near Mumbai

There’s a little hoverfly

Who’s wings go at a thousand flaps per sec

And that’s no lie

Aimee’s head cocked to the side as she listened to this unnamed man talk about whatever it was he was talking about, a small smile appearing on her face as she leaned against the doorframe of the entrance to her shop, continuing to listen to and watch this little scene play out. 

These microscopic fleas

Like chocolate more than leaves

And when asked nicely, lay precisely

One little egg in each of these

The unnamed man proceeded to take off his hat and pull an entire clear glass jar of strange looking chocolate with a smile on his face as the crowd all gasped with amusement and Aimee couldn’t help but grin. She had no idea how that happened but either way she was impressed and heavily entertained by this charismatic chocolate seller. 

When it hatches from its shell

It gives a happy yell – Whoo-hoo!

How thrilling to be living in a chocolate hotel

It beats its wings with glee

And then, as you will see

The chocolate will levitate

And float most gracefully…

The man removed the lid from the glass jar and the egg shaped chocolates began to float up into the air with grace and Aimee felt her jaw drop as she smiled as she stared at the floating chocolates in awe. Her eyes filled with fascination, even the dog at her feet seemed confused as to why these sweet treats were flying up into the air.

Well, there’s chocolate

And there’s chocolate

But only Wonka’s 

Makes your eyes pop out their socke-lets!

Aimee couldn’t keep the grin off of her face as she watched the scene continued, the flying chocolates seemed to dance around in the air around the crowd that had formed in the main area. This truly was a sight to behold, an unnamed man dancing around while singing about his newest chocolate. The crowd cheered and applauded when his song ended and the flying chocolates flew back into the jar, Aimee also clapped, cheering as she admired the scene from afar. An amused grin plastered onto her face as she watched the man smile and look amongst the crowd, also seeming to be quite pleased with himself. 

However, the moment was short when Mr. Slugworth appeared from his chocolate shop. Aimee’s smile faltered as she watched the egotistical man stride over to the young, unnamed chocolatere. Aimee sighed and immediately went back into her shop. If there was one man that Aimee Rosetanni could not stand to be around, it was Mr. Slugworth and his little chocolate mafia friends. All three men were notorious for distracting Laika whenever she’s working as well as trying to buy Laika off of Aimee for some reason. However Aimee always declined the sale offers because:

Laika was not for sale.

Aimee relied on Laika in order to be able to live a somewhat normal life

The brunette woman went back to her table and continued to sew, completely zoning into her work and blocking out any and if not all distractions as she worked. However, again, that was short lived because the door to her shop opened, causing her to look up. 

And low and behold, there stood Noodle and the strange but charming performing chocolaterie. The woman smiled at them, tilting her head, wondering exactly why Noodle had brought the estranged theatre kid into her shop. The unnamed man looked around the quaint little shop in pure fascination, looking at all the clothes Aimee had designed and had put up for sale before his soft eyes landed on Aimee as he gave her a large, friendly smile. He hoped it wasn’t obvious that he was practically making heart eyes at her.

Because to him, this was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon. Her soft brown eyes radiate kindness, he felt like he could stare into them forever. Willy swore that whoever this woman was had to have been handcrafted by the gods themselves, she was what the all of constellations in the night sky couldn’t compete with

“Good afternoon, ma’am, my name is Willy Wonka,” the man introduced, shaking himself out of his trance as he tipped his hat towards the seamstress in front of him. “Who might you be?”

“Aimee Rosetanni,” Aimee replied, giving Willy a small but warm and friendly smile.

“He needs his jacket fixed, it’s ripped pretty bad at the sleeve,” Noodle explained as Willy took off the coat he wore to show Aimee the extent of the damage.

The woman gently took the clothing out of his hand and WIlly swore he felt butterflies in his stomach as their hands briefly touched. Aimee examined the rip carefully, running her fingers over the tear before she looked up at the duo in front of her and Laika.

“This should be an easy fix, I can have it done by tomorrow and you can pick it up whenever you’re available,” the Rosetanni woman explained as she put the ripped jacket on the counter.

“I suppose I should pay you,” Willy said as he smiled a bit, handing Aimee a few silver sovereigns. However, Aimee declined the money, she had a feeling in her gut that he needed the money more than she did.

“It’s on the house, don’t worry about paying me,” Aimee told him. Willy looked taken aback for a moment as he looked over at Noodle, at Aimee, and then at Laika and then at Aimee once more.

“Are you sure?,” he asked, feeling bad that he was being told he didn’t have to give her the money that he rightfully owed her.

“I’m sure,” Aimee confirmed as she smiled at him, nodding as Willy smiled, slowly putting the coins back into his pocket before he tipped his hat again. 

“You have a lovely furry friend by the way,” Willy complimented as he looked over at the service dog who still sat by Aimee’s feet. “What’s her name?”

“Laika,” Aimee said as she gently ran a hand over the dog’s head, “She’s my service dog, don’t know where I’d be without her.” 

Willy smiled as he nodded again, watching the well behaved border collie with admiration before he glanced back to Aimee. “Well, I must be going, thank you so much Miss.”

“You can just call me Aimee,” Aimee told him gently as she walked back over to the table at which she was sitting at before, waving goodbye to Willy and Noodle as they left her shop.

The shop was silent once more as Aimee continued to work on the clothes.

However, little did she know that she was in for one very eventful adventure… 

A/N:

I have been meaning to also cross-post this onto here and I finally did it!

Hope y'all like it :)

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[bellarose204]

Clara be like in the text messages : Tell them to "go kill themselves instead"

am i late for the hype