Charlie And The Chocolate Factory (2005)

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (2005)

@willymywonkers @wonkasmissstarshine

YESSIR!

Reblog if you are a fic writer who welcomes moodboards, playlists, remixes, art and any other type of gift based on your stories.

ASDFGGJKL YES THIS WOULD BE THE COOLEST FUCKING THING. GO WILD MY LOVES.

this was on my Instagram too<3

Johnny Depp Comfort Fic 😝

For @tenandcrowley <3, hope you feel better.

For anyone who asks, sure, rain was comforting. A darker day for nature to sprinkle. Tonight, the city was drenched, and the pathetic fallacy of it all was laughable.

    But, nonetheless, it was comforting.

    Ari was drained. Beaten. Entirely consumed, they slumped on the couch sideways. If there was anything, anyone who ’d choose to dissect the world’s impurities for them, Ari’d wear their heart out on their little sleeve.

    Ari flinched when the sounds of whistling (“Pretty Woman” from Sweeney Todd, it seemed) and a clunky door slamming rang behind her. Johnny was home. Should we act asleep? Should we scare him? Ari knew at some point he’d get tired of comforting them in states of solemnity, even if he claimed he never would. Energy seeping out, Ari chose to lol their head back on the cushions of the couch.

    There was a rattle on the corridor’s coat stand. The whistling stopped. Ari heard the quick, familiar shuffling towards them.

    Though Ari’s eyes were shut tight, picturing Johnny’s outfit was easy – when he had left the house, he donned the usual expensive dress shirt, grey vest and trousers, and of course those blue-tinted sunglasses… several chains drooping by his side. His hair was seldom so neat nowadays; Ari assumed the middle part in his hair was (stylishly) unkempt. And heck, he smelt amazing at this late hour.

    “Hey. You awake?” Johnny’s voice was soft and the air of his movement managed to lightly caress Ari’s forehead.

    Finally, Ari’s eyes groggily opened. They had correctly remembered his appearance. With minimal movement, they took into account Johnny’s merry mood, though of course, now, concern.

    Johnny leaned a muscular arm on the side of the couch. “Hey, I’m back, I ordered dinner for us.” Playfully, he guided one of his long hanging necklaces to trace along Ari’s dark hair. “You alright?”

    Still no response from Ari. These words from Johnny only meant wetness in the eyes.

    Immediately, Johnny’s expression softened, his eyebrows furrowing worriedly. He murmured something along the lines of “oh, no, come here” as he gently lifted Ari’s head to sit his butt there instead. And with sincerity, Johnny tightened an arm around Ari’s shoulders, squeezing their hand with his free one. Ari couldn’t protest, nor wanted to. They were jelly in this case. Melting seamlessly in his arms. If Johnny could dissect the world’s impurities for them, survival wouldn’t be such a difficult notion.

    “What’s ruffled your feathers today, Ari?” His voice was low and croaky and sonorous all simultaneously.

    It was hard to voice anything at the moment, really. It was a matter of build-ups, of keeping everything in the bottle. Words would go on for an eternity, Ari felt. Words wouldn’t describe anything in accuracy at the moment.

    Johnny was patient. And he showed no signs of growing tired of this. The gentle man traced a ringed finger across Ari’s forehead, lifting the fringe, only for it to flop back down. “OK. That’s OK. You don’t have to tell me now.”

    He removed any situations of discomfort (such as Ari’s glasses) and adjusted himself to cosily pull their face toward his chest, to wrap his comfy arms around them. It was heavenly.

    And Ari’s ears throbbed in sync with his wild heartbeat.

    It was almost as though he was afraid of saying anything wrong. Or, even more realistic, afraid for what could come next for Ari. Johnny was Johnny in that sense. His intuition kicked in, perhaps thinking deeply of something to say.

    “Just … remember, Ari,” Johnny began slowly, his voice rumbling through Ari’s ear from his chest, “that this is only temporary. And, I’m with you the whole way. The whole way. No one should…” He paused for a moment. “No one should have to familiarise themselves with such darkness in their life, Ari. But… you’ve got me, I’ve got you. You’ve got yourself, too, to thank. And we’re gonna have a great time tonight, OK?” Ari felt him smile on their head. “I ordered Italian. We can just sit back tonight, watch a movie or something. No weight, no nothing.” He brushed a thumb across Ari’s cold palm. “How’s that sound?”

    Ari couldn’t thank him enough. Face muscles twitching, they felt the wetness of his chest and shirt now. They nodded.

    “OK…” Johnny smiled wholeheartedly as Ari sat back up. He rested his bird-tattooed hand on the left of her cheek, not breaking any eye contact when he decided to (childishly) munch Ari’s hand with curled lips. They both shared a laugh, grinning feverishly now. If anything, Johnny appeared slightly embarrassed by his strange move.

    “Thank you, Johnny,” gulped Ari before those tears could come back. He responded sweetly by happily snaking his arm around Ari’s shoulder as they both rose from the couch.

    Johnny Depp was right. No one deserved to get used to darkness, ever.

posted this on ig, might as well post it here, too.

Amber Heard needs fucking help. Fuck the judge who overlooked obvious fabrication of evidence. I am disgusted.

this is long overdue...🍫😎