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VERY disappointed to see how many things at the latest Van Eaton exhibit are mislabeled, at least in the online catalog. Like, especially for a place specializing in Disney stuff, it shouldn't be hard to make sure something is from the correct park, in the correct era. Especially when you're attributing things to a certain park from a year when THAT PARK DIDN'T EVEN EXIST YET
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fizzy-dizz · 5 months
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Happy Holidays 🎁⭐🎄❄️
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ingravinoveritas · 26 days
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Hello, lovely followers. I was traveling for work again in the second half of this past week, but I'm now home and looking forward to answering all of your Asks that I've been seeing in my inbox. I first wanted to reflect a little bit, however, because this trip was also a personal one for me.
This week's travels took me to Anaheim, California, which is where Disneyland is (I think I actually must've not been far from where David and Georgia just were, funnily enough, as my hotel was right by the park). It wasn't my first trip to Anaheim, though. The last time I was there was when I was 11 years old, on summer vacation with my dad in California while my mom was on a tour in Italy at the same time. As you'd expect, my dad wanted to take me to Disneyland...but I was too scared and overwhelmed, and we only ever got as far as the parking lot. The gates were visible, and I remember how they loomed, that feeling of something foreboding washing over me...but rather than excitement, my tiny body was filled with dread. I mentioned this while in conversation with one of the hotel employees during my stay, and he said, "What kind of kid doesn't want to go to Disney?"
What kind of a kid. Well, an autistic kid. A kid who was constantly anxious, emotional, and terrified of sensory overload. A kid who hated crowds and noise and rides. A kid who didn't travel well to begin with, because she was afraid of new places, anything unfamiliar, anything that wasn't safe and home.
A kid who was me.
Even before this, there were so many ways that the world had said "This is not for you." But still, there was something different about it happening there, in the bright California sunshine. My favorite Disney princess as a kid was always Belle, because she also loved to read and didn't fit in with the people around her. Belle connected more with books and animals than people, and that made me connect with her. But Belle was also beautiful (as Disney princesses tend to be), and thanks to the bullying from my peers, I was very aware that was something I was not. So no matter how much I wanted to be Belle, there was no way I could ever be a Disney princess.
This is not for you.
Thinking about all of this during my trip made me feel so many things, but I was most surprised to find myself feeling a sense of nostalgia in particular, a longing for the child I was, who I wish I could comfort. It also made me feel such sadness for that child and anyone else who finds themselves in a situation or a place where the world thinks they should be happy, but they're not. And there are few things more difficult than feeling that way in (of all places) "the happiest place on Earth."
I didn't end up going to Disney on this trip, even though I had a little bit of time to do so. It's still not for me, but the difference now is that I am okay with that. That need to be the kid who wants to visit Disney--the "good" child, the child who isn't "broken"--has gone away, and I'm more than happy being adult me, and finding a place that fits me, instead of the other way around.
And that was my nostalgia trip, in quite the literal sense of the phrase. I have a picture or two to share in another post, so stay tuned for that as well...
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fuckkwithtwoks · 2 years
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I just want to say, Bruce Wayne is a purse mom. Batman has the utility belts and so do all his partners of course, but when they're civilians Bruce probably has a cloth Neon Knights tote he carries. The kids just hand him anything they don't want to hold and it goes in the bag. It also has everything they could possibly ever need. Headphones? Yep. Snacks? Definitely. First aid kit? Of course. A secret pocket with weapons? Duh. Even his friends on the justice league eventually learn if you need something, even something super random and mundane, ask Bruce.
Now here's a list of other things that are in the bag
Hair ties
Epi pen/allergy medication
Flats in case someone needs to take off their heels
Tampons/pads
Like two hydro flasks
Motrin/Tylenol
A few fidgets
Phone chargers/banks
Comb
Compact
Lip balm/lotion
One of those travel manicure kits
Gum
Extra sunglasses
Hand sanitizer
WE business cards
Tissues
Toothbrush/toothpase
Deodorant
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blaithnne · 4 days
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my timephoon hot take is that the episode was literally fine, it's the episodes that came AFTER it that fucked things up
#the final confrontation where louie and della say that shit to eachother? peak televesion#the next episodes shouldve. yk. resolved that#but by having the premise be “the entire family is goign to disneyland and leaving louie behind” uh...?#i get what they were going for but they fumbled so hard#timephoon introduces a lot of conflicts that the next episodes SHOULD have resolved#but they didn't. at least not well#like della and louie should've had a proper conversation#and also i dont think della was wrong for steppin in at the end of timephoon like that was warranted#her wording and execution? far from perfect#but she's trying#also. timphoon was fine yes but it could have been way better still#i would have preffered it if they went more in depth about the struggles of motherhood and how beakley and della both felt about it#give me beakley being vulnerable and opening up about how hard its been raising webby alone and how she GETS it#she gets not knowing what to do#she was a spy#she has no idea how to be soft and motherly but she's learned and she's trying and she did it alone#and she doesn't want della to be as alone as she was so she tries to help#but she's a certified grizzled ex spy so fuck if she knows how to be gentle about it#so it just makes della MORE insecur because beakley seems to have it all together#and i wish there was a scene where they could talk to eachother and beakley could admit that she doesn't#she's made mistakes she's fucked up but she's trying and aren't they all?#but yeah. for what timephoon was#it wasn't bad#but the following episodes fumbled#i forget if it was in timephoon or next erpisode were we got della telling louie to shape up or he couldn't be part of the family#like again that was BAD! BUT#it wuld have worked if the show adressed and had her learn from it#and showed that it wasnt out of malice its because she was doing her best!#but they didn't#they were...weird with it
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bvckleykinard · 1 year
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my only contribution of things I managed to screenshot from Aisha's live is Oliver's reactions to Aisha just absolutely roasting him with her fantastic British accent 😅
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p-paradoxa · 6 months
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if you’re in the socal area there’s a march on the Disneyland lot in Anaheim on Saturday, December 9th at 1pm
while the official BDS guide does not say to boycott Disney outright, the company donates selectively to israel and not to Palestine, and owns the MCU that IS being boycotted ahead of the film debut of the zionist character “sabra”
as a little sidebar. just a few minutes away from Disneyland is Little Arabia, the first officially designated Arab-American district in the U.S. (the area was also formerly nicknamed “the Gaza Strip” or “Little Gaza”)
if you can buy that movie/theme park ticket or other boycotted product please instead consider donating to the Arab American Civic Council who pushed for the recognition of Little Arabia, they’re trying to hold local officials accountable and are good folk. or give to another pro-Palestine advocacy/aid fund (there are some named here; the Palestine Action legal fund has also been suggested)
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arealtrashact · 7 months
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please consider "Kiss me, Son of God" as a Homelander song, cause I heard it today and felt like, Inspired
Anonymous friend, I say this with complete sincerity : this is perfection ! The fiddle paired with the tack piano makes for such a jubilantly, quaint ( almost aggressively so ) ragtime sound. That is nothing to say of the lyrics !
I look like Jesus, so they say But Mr. Jesus is very far away Now you're the only one here who can tell me if it's true That you love me and I love me
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Will be adding this gem to my Homelander playlist promptly. Thank you for sharing, I too am now inspired.
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pinkpinkstarlet · 28 days
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me when I’m not at school or socializing with other people irl
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@y7kierre
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invisibleicewands · 1 month
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My 2023 Summary of Art!
I honestly wasn't sure if I even drew something every month this year with how busy school kept me, but I did!! And I'm very proud of that.
Thank you all for another wonderful and lovely year!! Happy New Year and onward to a 2024 that I'm very much looking forward to!
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groenendaelfic · 10 months
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so I've finally caved to peer pressure and started reading Red, White & Royal Blue (it was all the it's so Merthur coded! posts which finally did it :P)
Four chapters in I at long last understand all the baffling Young Royals fic and fandom quirks and phrases and seeming references which always confused the shit out of me, so I guess that's something lol
On a random and completely unrelated side note, I hate when AO3 is down and if it isn't back within the next ten minutes you'll have to wait until tomorrow for the next chapter of The Prince and the Barista.
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seijorhi · 3 months
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Today I am [redacted] years old. Where are my birthday kisses????
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cartoon-angerr · 7 months
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Loodvigg’s Day at Disneyland: prologue
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The Starhenge rose up in the sky, mechanical island built by the Colossals, gigantic creatures as old as the Monster World. On this very island, monsters lived, older than the Monster World and the Colossals. And probably time itself, too… who knows? They were called Celestials, the first beings to ever exist, and considered Gods by every monster living on the islands below.  Hence their name, the Celestials came from the sky… or more exactly, space. The Primordial Cosmic Hush was a time where absolutely nothing existed - just silence. A cosmic void. Then there was the Big Bang, sending sounds into the void, creating elements and twelve beings afterwards. The monster gods came to life, each having a constellation and an element assigned to them. But this was a long time ago, decades now separating the creation of the Celestials from the present.
One of them approached the circle that the monsters had formed and sat down with them. Her name was Galvana, she represented the element of Electricity. She turned her head to her right, where a metallic organ was resting. Her name was Vhamp, she represented the Mech element. Next to Vhamp sat a blue creature named Plixie, the Plasma elementalist.  "Hey Scaratar!" he beckoned a brown bug-looking monster, the Poison element.  "How is your hair shining like that? It’s lovely!" "Thank you! I put some hair shine spray over it," she responded. The Plant elementalist Blasoom, a green bird-shaped monster, approached Scaratar to take a closer look at her hair. "Alright," Galvana started. "As you know, we all gather here every first day of a new month. We are in February, which means Furnoss’ constellation is now shining above us!"  Galvana turned to what seemed to be an oven with a dragon-like head and limbs. He looked at her, nodding. Up in the sky, Furnoss’ constellation was shining brightly, replacing the constellation of Hornacle, the Water element. This one playfully gave a nudge to the Fire elementalist, who returned it back. "Before we start, is everyone here?" Galvana asked.  She looked at her friends, counting them mentally. Furnoss, Hornacle, Scaratar, Blasoom, Plixie and Vhamp were here, followed by Torrt, Glaishur, Attmoz and Syncopite, the Earth, Cold, Air and Crystal elementalists, respectively. And… "WHO THE FUCK TOOK MY HAIR SHINE SPRAY?!" a voice shouted from afar. …Loodvigg.
The Shadow elementalist, an elegant spidery monster with a bold hairstyle, approached the circle formed by the eleven Celestials reunited. An angry expression distorted their skull-like face. "Oopsies." Scaratar whispered. Attmoz sighed and rolled his eye. "Here we go again", he mumbled. "So?!" Loodvigg asked again, their eyes jumping from monster to monster. "Yeah… About that." Scaratar answered - Loodvigg’s angered look went straight to her. "It was me. I’m sorry, I probably should’ve asked you first."  "UGH!" Loodvigg elegantly pushed their hair back with an offended rictus, then bended over Scaratar.  "Damn right you should have. I’m turning your hair into my new personal bathroom carpet next time." Scaratar, surprised by the aggressiveness in Loodvigg’s tone, stepped back, seemingly upset and a little flabbergasted. Galvana quickly intervened, noticing the green bug monster’s discomfort. "Loodvigg, that’s enough. No need to overreact." "But I ain’t! This insect knows I’m not letting ANYONE borrowing MY stuff-"  "ENOUGH!" Loodvigg sighed with annoyance. "Also, you’re late for our monthly meeting again. For the third time in a row. Why didn’t you come sooner?!" Galvana continued. "I forgot!" "We’ve been doing the new month and constellation celebration for decades! Literally! How in all the stars did you forget?!!" Loodvigg skittered from the electric monster to sit on the other side of the circle, between Furnoss and Hornacle. "Listen, I was busy doing much more entertaining activities than something we’ve been doing repeatedly for all these years. Can we start now? I want to get this stupid celebration over as soon as possible."
Although irritated, Galvana kept her thoughts for herself and continued speaking, almost as if nothing happened.
Even if the atmosphere remained tense between the monsters, the ending of the celebration went rather well, Loodvigg's presence not being as terrible as in the beginning. The Celestials all stared at the sky, Furnoss’ constellation still shining brightly. It was only after the meeting that Attmoz spoke to his cousin, Scaratar. Loodvigg was back to the old Observatory, a tall stone construction housing a gigantic telescope, and each Celestial’s designated room. "Hey. You alright?" Attmoz said, visible concern painted on the cyclop’s face. "Yeah! Yeah, I am," she responded. "They just scared me for a second," Scaratar whispered, motioning her head to the Observatory. "Sometimes I even wonder if any thought of basic kindness and empathy still circulate through that brain of theirs", Attmoz chuckled a bit. "I wonder what kept Loodvigg so "busy" to be that late to the monthly celebration… Bet they were trying a new haircut again." "That still doesn’t give them the right to change my hair into a bathroom carpet…" she pointed out, grumpy. "Nope, definitely not!" "They probably wouldn't have done that anyway, but I'm keeping an eye on them," Galvana said, now approaching the two monsters. "We never know with Loodvigg... their behavior is getting stranger with the passing days-" "And meaner," Scaratar added. "Like, way meaner. And for no reason at all, either." "I remember how kind they used to be," Attmoz said, yawning. "But that was such a long time ago... Still wondering what made them the way they are now. Not like we aren't used to their catastrophic behavior anyway... but it's still very annoying," the pink cyclop sighed. "And even worse when unjustitied... Which is... well! Most of the time." "Mmmhm." Galvana nodded, lost in thought. Attmoz yawned again, briefly swinging his head. "Ugh. Sleepy…" "Already?!" surprisingly asked the electric elementalist. "Is it that late?" "Oh, no, no," Scaratar reassured her. "That's just what Mozmoz gets when he stays awake late at night trying to find out if putting paint in water could make his clouds turn purple." "Shut up..." Attmoz grumbled, nudging at his cousin. "At least it worked."
The three said their goodnights, Galvana promising once again to keep an eye on Loodvigg. But for now, a good night rest was welcome for everyone.
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A Theme For A Molting Russian Gentleman
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jestierabbit · 11 days
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I am going feral at the notion that I am… so… many in game hours away from unlocking Oswald in disney dreamlight valley. I’m literally to the point I want to lose it on all the other characters because they’re not Oswald and their inability to FIND GEMS OR IRON IS KEEPING MY FROM HIM
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rubixcubi · 11 days
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THEY MASSACRED MY BOY-
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