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Bro check this out it’s actually so cool I’m GUSHING.
Big Wide Wonka World (Masterlist)
Hello!! This is my Masterlist for all the Wonka fics I created thus far. Most of this is compiled of my oc, Maude, as well as a lot of other ocs that I’ve created for this universe, lol. I’ll start by listing the character I’ve made!!
CATCF OCs:
Maude Figgle [Main] [Backstory]
Ron Duncan [Maude’s Ex-husband]
Margaret Figgle/Rose [Sister of Maude] [WIP]
Conner Rose [Margaret’s husband] [WIP]
Abigail Wonka [Daughter of Willy and Maude] [WIP]
Wanda Von Bonbon/Wonka [Willy’s Mother] [WIP]
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this was on my Instagram too<3
Found this on reddit
100% agree!
Johnny Depp can be proud of himself. Trying to fight a corrupt system is very difficult, but he did it because he believes in truth. The world now knows the real truth, the corrupt system says something else, but people know better. He can hold his head high knowing he is doing the right thing. The shame is on them. Johnny is strong and brave, and won’t stop exposing the b*stards. He won’t be silenced, and neither will we!
YESSIR!
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ASDFGGJKL YES THIS WOULD BE THE COOLEST FUCKING THING. GO WILD MY LOVES.
Edit: thank you for all my mutuals. I’m sending love from across the globe💗
“The best feeling in the world is knowing that you actually mean something to someone.”
— Unknown
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.
this is long overdue...🍫😎
A Newsboy and his Bullets (Willy Wonka x OC) | Prologue
Elmer Stanley’s ‘World of Candy’ (A heavily edited screenshot of the movie, haha...)
ONE YEAR AGO
“It is with Mr. Willy Wonka at forty-million, Elmer Stanley’s World of Candy, right here.”
Elmer Stanley’s beats per minute had never been the same. Forty-million. At the town’s art auction. And luck? It was incredible it did not choose to leave his side. What was more fortunate than needed cash, as well as your art being admired by the world’s most favoured chocolatier?
Mr. Willy Wonka was perhaps the most commendable leader in the candy industry’s history. Elmer Stanley’s heart was longing to jump out of his untamed chest. Soon after the crowd disappeared would be his likely chance of finally meeting the man. And, he guessed, from watching bits and pieces of the news, the man was not only shy, but… strange. Strange was the nicest way to put it, the nicest umbrella term for everything he perhaps was. And of course not with negative intent. It was merely another unique factor for appreciation, because after all, Mr. Wonka was the youngest man in history to lead such a vigorous industry such as the confectionary’s, with such rareness in prosperity. In Elmer’s eyes, you were downright crazy if there wasn’t at least a hint of you interested in Willy Wonka. Not that he was anything more than admirable.
Blimey, Elmer mentally nudged himself. Don’t go too far with this. You’re here for the money.
But with what distinctive and strange clothing the chocolatier donned (a cherry red Edwardian overcoat, an Edwardian-collared shirt, a top hat), it was impossible for him to become a blur. Peripheral vision or not, he was always the freestyle musician in a room full of classical artists. So, when Elmer glanced at the line of candidates, he decided it was quite obvious who was sticking their foot the furthest forward to win his painting.
Elmer, from the rows of seats, felt his facial muscles tense as Willy Wonka, the amazing chocolatier, waved to the wild audience.
“Forty-million is the bid! And the piece is,” the auctioneer bellowed with a bang on his podium, “sold!”
~
Everything had fallen into its correct place, if not to say the least. In a pale corridor outside the auction room where many conversed and sped past, Elmer’s mother of middle age had her thick, tan arms wrapped around her son’s neck, pride written all over her smile.
“See, boy,” she mused. “Don’t you ever think about giving up again.”
“Couldn’t have done it without you, mum.”
Elmer rubbed his mother’s back in reciprocation. Who better to support him than mother Stanley herself? A true artist herself, one of compassion and altruism. It was hard to believe she’d been through more than Elmer would ever dare to say himself.
The flashing and clicking of cameras seemed to gradually near, and Elmer had suspected the press’ wish to take more photos.
He spun around to find himself face-to-face with Willy Wonka.
“Goodness! I - I am so sorry!” Elmer stammered, heat rushing to his face. “I didn’t see you coming...”
Willy Wonka merely beamed, wide eyes darting from Elmer to his mother. With gloved hands, he held onto Elmer’s (now-wrapped-in-protective-paper) World of Candy like a certificate of his own. To Elmer, this meant a great deal. He glanced at his mother, who seemed to be left in utter awe. Though it was quite irrelevant, he remembered her humorous wish to romantically associate with him, had she been his age. Anyway, Elmer too was in awe, and realised that from up close, Willy Wonka’s aura of intimidation had disappeared. He also appeared to be at least an inch shorter than Elmer himself, minus the fancy heels he strutted in. What was the pounding heart for?
The longer Wonka’s bizarre stare on Elmer’s mother, the more he found it a tad uncomfortable. Elmer’s mother returned her son’s gaze and smiled sheepishly.
“I get it,” she whispered apologetically with a wink at Wonka. “Pleasure meeting you, sir.” Elmer himself felt a tinge of offense towards the candy man, but swallowed it. His mother turned her heel and went off to chat with a photographer.
Now, he was left with Wonka. And, the press.
“Could we get a picture of you two?” a photographer asked impatiently.
Wonka smiled a phony smile, pearly white teeth gleaming, while Elmer chose to awkwardly and ever so slightly lean in. Wonka still held onto Elmer’s work as though it was his own.
“This way, please,” another requested. A turn of heads in the same direction.
A lanky reporter turned to Elmer. “Tell us how it feels to have your painting bought by Mr. Wonka.” He shoved the microphone in the young artist’s face.
Elmer was a nervous train wreck. “I… it feels great. It’s – it’s such an honour, I-I-I mean, never in my wildest … dreams would I have imagined Mr. Wonka himself to like my art so much, to buy it at such a high price. I mean, I was so sure it wouldn’t turn out great … but here I am! To be remembered for candy, too, I suppose.”
“And what does your art mean?”
“Y-you know, like, ever heard of Candy Wonderland? I’ve had several dreams of it; I guess I couldn’t tell you explicitly what it means. I just wanted to see it come to life.”
He cast a glance at Wonka, whose smile no longer seemed phoney. Elmer quickly turned back to the reporter.
“Right on OK,” Wonka murmured as he rested his arm around Elmer’s shoulder temporarily to guide them both around and away from the press. Elmer followed him at least five meters past his mother, feeling himself sweating profusely.
“It’s great to finally meet you, Mr. Wonka. I think I said this earlier, but today’s events are – were – just unbelievable! I’ve always admired you – your work, it’s truly an honour.”
Elmer was wrong to expect reciprocity, or even more simple, acceptance.
“Young man,” Willy Wonka began, although Elmer knew full well that he was the older one, “you’re eating your words. You really should–” Wonka dropped his jaw far, then clicked it back up, “–open your mouth when you speak.”
It was hard to deny that Wonka himself had perfect diction. If anything, it was a slap in the face.
Wonka then shook Elmer’s quivering hand almost a little too aggressively. “Congratulations, my dear friend.”
“For what?” The chocolatier’s grip was insane.
“Well, for winning the auction, of course!”
“But I really should thank you for help–”
“How do you feel about working for me, Mr?”
Elmer stopped in his tracks. At once, the overlapping voices silenced. Suddenly, any confusion in conversation vanished. He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out until about ten seconds passed.
“You mean, like, wrapping? Or making the candy?”
“Absolutely not.”
There was a long pause, Wonka staring deep into nothings.
“... Then what?”
The chocolatier adjusted the brim of the top hat he was wearing, gripping the painting tighter with his other arm. “You know what? These people have me moving my jaw every second to speak, eventually I’ll have the mandible of a chewing gum champion! Now…”
“You mean the press?” Elmer guessed. “Don’t you like interviews?”
“Oh, no, I hate interviews. They drive me nuts. People are the weirdest thing on this planet, and I say that with precisely no regret.” Wonka grimaced, eyeing the people around him. Then he leaned in. “Now, do be careful with what you say. To anyone. I could sue you, you know.”
Sue? What in the world had Elmer done illegally?
“Sorry?” he frowned. “I’m so confused.”
The chocolatier hesitated. Withdrew himself, seemingly taken aback. “Yeah, but in a few weeks time you won’t be.” He finished the vague sentence with a falsetto tone. That was when he began to trail away, distancing himself with a tip of the hat to Elmer. He clutched that painting tight across his chest, Elmer noticed.
And with that, Willy Wonka spun on his fancy heel and called, “Keep an eye out for that gosh darn press. Hehe!” before he left.
To be fair, it was so wrong of Elmer Stanley to think his first encounter with Willy Wonka was to be positively memorable; normal, perhaps. And at that time, there was resentment, mostly confusion, that stood as a barricade for those next few weeks.
But one year later, Elmer would see himself, along with a hundred other excited folk, setting foot past the handsome and tremendous gates of what was now dubbed as The World’s Greatest Factory Ever.
Elmer Stanley had so much to offer.
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Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (2005)
@willymywonkers @wonkasmissstarshine
Not as good as I wanted it to be, but here is @willymywonkers ‘s cute as OC and young Willy 💖
Thank you for opening my eyes. I’m sorry for saying what I said. The double standard is unbelievable.
Johnny Depp lost the UK trial. I’m clearly so fucking mad, and sad, and shocked. But, here’s the thing, I know my personnal feelings don’t really matter at this point.
What matters is that justice just let down someone that was physically and emotionally abused for years. What matters is that he provided the documents to prove it. What matters is that the court gave reason to an abuser who lied, changed constlantly her version during the process, and provided “evidences” full of inconsistencies.
What matters is that today, this verdict is an insult to all the victims of domestic violence. Men and women.
@wonkasmissstarshine “ROSEY CHEEKS”, you know what I’m talking about ;)
A bunch of buttons on Wonka’s glass elevator
So I’ve recently been trying to write down all of the buttons on Wonka’s elevator–or at least all of the ones that are visible in the movie. Here are all the rooms I could find.
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Misc, 8! <3
Dialogue Prompts List!
I didn’t quite like any of the pre-made lists I could find enough so I decided to create my own! Information about sending in drabble requests will be in a reblog to not clog up the main post!
Fluff
“I’ll always choose you.”
“You remembered.”
“I can’t imagine a world in which I don’t adore you.”
“I’m so proud of you.”
“You make me lose my words like no-one else can.”
“I can’t believe I married you.”
“It feels like home here.”
“I never stopped thinking about you.”
“You’re such a sap.”
“I would run out of breath trying to describe all the reasons I love you.”
“It’s a surprise, so you can’t tell them.”
“I can’t believe you did that for me.”
“I can never say no to you.”
“You must be freezing! Here, take this.”
“I got you your favourite.”
“Shit, I think I’m in love with them.”
“There’s no one else I’d rather bother for the rest of my life than you.”
“I can only hope they’ll like it.”
“I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”
“You’re stunning.”
Hurt/Comfort
“I’ll never be good enough.”
“Do you think I’d drop my walls like this for just anyone?”
“I don’t understand.”
“You deserve every single bit of what you have.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Losing you would be a nightmare that every day I beg to awaken from.”
“But you have me now.”
“I wish you could see yourself how I see you.”
“Shut up!”
“I just need some space.”
“They’re wrong, alright?”
“Shit, I didn’t mean to say that.”
“I refuse to let you talk about yourself like that!”
“Are you okay?!”
“There’s no need to apologise.”
“You’re crying.”
“They’re better off without me, I know they are.”
“I didn’t mean to, I swear.”
“It would take much more than that to drive me away.”
“Please, open the door.”
Misc
“Do you not have better things to be doing?”
“Is that who I think it is?”
“In my defence, I was left unsupervised.”
“Where the hell have you been?”
“That was up there with some of the stupidest shit you’ve ever done.”
“Spill.”
“There had better be coffee.”
“Get your ass over here before I drag you here myself.”
“That’s normal, right?”
“How many of these things have you eaten?”
“Do not touch that.”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“This is quite possibly the last thing I had wanted to be doing tonight.”
“You didn’t.”
“This is gonna sound bad, so hear me out.”
“Are you sure you want to commit to that for the rest of your life?”
“It’s finally here!”
“Fuck what everybody else thinks!”
“You’re my best friend now, no take-backs.”
“Oh my god, please don’t tell them.”
A MESSAGE REGARDING TODAY’S EVENTS
I will start by saying that I’m not a die-hard Johnny Depp fan. I think he’s a good, kind person, and he happens to star in my favorite movie ever, but I’ve never gone out of my way to see a movie because Johnny Depp was in it. But I will take the time to write this because I think it’s important.
The Twitter response (and when I say that, I mean mostly from verified accounts–you know, people who work in PR, internet critics who think their snarky tweets are clever, or reporters from news sites that nobody has ever heard of) has mostly been sickening. The people attacking Depp and attacking his fans are terrible people. The worst part about the ruling is that it creates the illusion that Amber Heard was entirely innocent in any of those events. Even if the most egregious allegations against Depp are true and Amber Heard is innocent–which the evidence suggests not–but let’s pretend for a second that’s true, it would still point to the fact that Depp is at least a victim of substance abuse, and it would make the flurry of hatred towards Depp today equally as vile.
Some words of encouragement that I know seem to be lacking in these hopeless times: I know Depp doesn’t give a sh*t about what the hateful, ill-informed, hypocritical swine on Twitter say about him. I know that he has thick skin and, on some level, must have prepared for this ruling, as troubling as it may be. I know that he’s strong and of course isn’t going to let this get him down. But more than anything, I can tell he’s at a new stage in his life. The fact that he created an Instagram earlier this year gives him the chance to be more intimate with his fans than he ever has been before. And I know for a fact that the outpouring of love and support he has received–whether it be online or waiting for him with flowers outside the courthouse–is deafening in comparison to any of the hate he receives (and that’s not just because the amount of people on Depp’s side substantially outnumber those on the opposing side).
Whatever tactics Amber Heard & co. have been trying to win public favor, they have obviously not worked. Example: I, for one, started this year not even considering myself a Johnny Depp fan, but now… I proudly do. Of course he’s an amazing actor, but it’s just so obvious that he deserves better. It’s absurd the length people will go to defend Amber Heard despite the heaps of evidence that point to the contrary. So yes, despite what I may have suggested in my first paragraph, I will be buying a ticket for Fantastic Beasts 3 and I will be skipping Aquaman 2 (unless D.C. makes the obvious decision in that regard).
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.
Same goes for here.
I should add that if you fucking support amber heard, then unfollow me.
Please
Johnny Depp is innocent
LIST OF PEOPLE WHO'VE KNOWN JOHNNY DEPP AND TOOK AN OPEN STAND FOR HIM OR SPOKE OF HOW GOOD AND GENTLE HE WAS
Vanessa Paradis
Lily-Rose Depp
Kate Moss
Winona Ryder
Paul Bettany
Alice Cooper
J.K.Rowling
Zoe Kravitz
Jude Law
Gwyneth Paltrow
Dakota Johnson
Tim Burton
Helena Bonham Carter
Judi Dench
Angelina Jolie
Michelle Pfeiffer
Gore Verbinski
Armie Hammer
Kate Winslet
Alison Sudol
Ezra Miller
Geoffrey Rush
Kaya Scodelario
Javier Bardem
Penelope Cruz
Anne Hathaway
Orlando Bloom
Kiera Knightley
Marilyn Manson
Patti Smith
Paul McCartney
Doug Stanhope
Alysson Paradis
Geoffrey Rush
Sacha Baron Cohen
Kevin Smith
Kevin McNally
Keith Richards (basically Jack Sparrow's dad)
Lori Anne Allison
Juliette Binoche (activist by the way)
Joe Rogan (radio interview)
Robert Downey Jr.
Victoria Mary Clarke
Shane Macgowan
Joe Perry/ Tommy Henriksen (his Hollywood Vampire friends)
Danny Huston, his co-star in The Professor, said when he met Johnny Depp he "fell in love instantly. There is a short film on the making of The Professor. All of the actors praised Johnny.
being a fan of Johnny Depp is one of the things I‘m most proud of about myself. I never, for once, doubt him. always stood by his side since the beginning of all this shit despite ppl sending me death threats. I will always be there for him. he IS innocent. The fact he’s still so strong and remains so sweet and gentle despite everything he’s been through. He is my hero.
Justice for Johnny Depp
Words to replace said, except this actually helps
I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.
IN RESPONSE TO Acknowledged Answered Protested
INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK Added Implored Inquired Insisted Proposed Queried Questioned Recommended Testified
GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY Admitted Apologized Conceded Confessed Professed
FOR SOMEONE ELSE Advised Criticized Suggested
JUST CHECKING Affirmed Agreed Alleged Confirmed
LOUD Announced Chanted Crowed
LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL Appealed Disclosed Moaned
ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT Argued Barked Challenged Cursed Fumed Growled Hissed Roared Swore
SMARTASS Articulated Asserted Assured Avowed Claimed Commanded Cross-examined Demanded Digressed Directed Foretold Instructed Interrupted Predicted Proclaimed Quoted Theorized
ASSHOLE Bellowed Boasted Bragged
NERVOUS TRAINWRECK Babbled Bawled Mumbled Sputtered Stammered Stuttered
SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER Bargained Divulged Disclosed Exhorted
FIRST OFF Began
LASTLY Concluded Concurred
WEAK PUSY Begged Blurted Complained Cried Faltered Fretted
HAPPY/LOL Cajoled Exclaimed Gushed Jested Joked Laughed
WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED Extolled Jabbered Raved
BRUH, CHILL Cautioned Warned
ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG Chided Contended Corrected Countered Debated Elaborated Objected Ranted Retorted
CHILL SAVAGE Commented Continued Observed Surmised
LISTEN BUDDY Enunciated Explained Elaborated Hinted Implied Lectured Reiterated Recited Reminded Stressed
BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME Confided Offered Urged
FINE Consented Decided
TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS Croaked Lamented Pledged Sobbed Sympathized Wailed Whimpered
JUST SAYING Declared Decreed Mentioned Noted Pointed out Postulated Speculated Stated Told Vouched
WASN’T ME Denied Lied
EVIL SMARTASS Dictated Equivocated Ordered Reprimanded Threatened
BORED Droned Sighed
SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME Echoed Mumbled Murmured Muttered Uttered Whispered
DRAMA QUEEN Exaggerated Panted Pleaded Prayed Preached
OH SHIT Gasped Marveled Screamed Screeched Shouted Shrieked Yelped Yelled
ANNOYED Grumbled Grunted Jeered Quipped Scolded Snapped Snarled Sneered
ANNOYING Nagged
I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER Guessed Ventured
I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM Hooted Howled Yowled
I WONDER Pondered Voiced Wondered
OH, YEAH, WHOOPS Recalled Recited Remembered
SURPRISE BITCH Revealed
IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD Scoffed Snickered Snorted
BITCHY Tattled Taunted Teased
BOTH men and women. Or anyone, really.
Johnny Depp lost the UK trial. I’m clearly so fucking mad, and sad, and shocked. But, here’s the thing, I know my personnal feelings don’t really matter at this point.
What matters is that justice just let down someone that was physically and emotionally abused for years. What matters is that he provided the documents to prove it. What matters is that the court gave reason to an abuser who lied, changed constlantly her version during the process, and provided “evidences” full of inconsistencies.
What matters is that today, this verdict is an insult to all the victims of domestic violence. Men and women.
Willy Wonka strongly protests today’s verdict!