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Return of EPCOT Forever Fireworks Full Show 4K Walt Disney World 2023 04 04
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EPCOT Forever Fireworks Spectacular  @  Walt Disney World
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Epcot Forever Limited Time Fireworks 2023
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muddlemore · 2 months
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Saw some bitch comment about how “Tiana’s bayou adventure” is gonna be too hard to say/remember as if literally anyone uses the full names of the rides 💀
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fiendfluid · 10 months
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thinking about Her*
(*the flight of passage ride in disneyworld)
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renedemarie82 · 2 years
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I want to live inside a music video from the 80s
The warmness! The glowyness! The vibe!
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eretzyisrael · 5 days
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by Shiryn Ghermezian
Academy Award-winning Jewish American songwriter Richard M. Sherman, one of the creative geniuses behind some of Walt Disney’s most iconic and timeless songs, died on Saturday at the Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Beverly Hills “due to age-related illness,” the Walt Disney Company announced. He was 95 years old.
The Walt Disney Company described Sherman as “one of the most prolific composer-lyricists in the history of family entertainment, and a key member of Walt Disney’s inner circle of creative talents.” The company added that it will announce at a later date its plans for celebrating Sherman’s life.
“Richard Sherman was the embodiment of what it means to be a Disney Legend, creating along with his brother Robert the beloved classics that have become a cherished part of the soundtrack of our lives,” said Bob Iger, CEO of The Walt Disney Company. “From films like Mary Poppins and The Jungle Book to attractions like ‘It’s a Small World,’ the music of the Sherman Brothers has captured the hearts of generations of audiences. We are forever grateful for the mark Richard left on the world, and we extend our deepest condolences to his family.”
Sherman and his late brother, Robert B. Sherman, made up the songwriting team known as the Sherman Brothers. Together they wrote music for the 1964 film Mary Poppins, including “Chim Chim Cher-ee,” “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,” “A Spoonful of Sugar,” and the lullaby “Feed the Birds.” The brothers won the Oscars for Best Score – Substantially Original and Best Original Song for “Chim Chim Cher-ee.” “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” made it on the Billboard Hot 100 chart in 1965 and “Feed the Birds” was one of Walt Disney’s favorite songs.
“You don’t get songs like ‘A Spoonful of Sugar’ without a genuine love of life, which Richard passed on to everyone lucky enough to be around him,” said Pete Docter, chief creative officer of Pixar Animation Studios. “Even in his 90s he had more energy and enthusiasm than anyone, and I always left renewed by Richard’s infectious joy for life.”
Born on June 12, 1928, in New York City, Richard’s family relocated to Beverly Hills in 1937. He attended Beverly Hills High School and later studied music at Bard College. He was drafted into the United States Army and served as conductor for the Army band and glee club from 1953 to 1955.
Walt Disney hired the Sherman brothers as staff songwriters for The Walt Disney Studios after the success of their song “Tall Paul,” which sold more than 700,000 singles. The brothers together ultimately wrote more than 200 songs for some 27 Disney films and 24 television productions. Their credit included The Horsemasters (1961), The Absent-Minded Professor (1961), The Parent Trap (1961), Summer Magic (1963), The Sword in the Stone (1963), That Darn Cat! (1965), Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Tree (1966), The Jungle Book (1967), The Happiest Millionaire (1967), The Aristocats (1970), Bedknobs and Broomsticks (1971), and The Tigger Movie (1998). Richard later wrote new lyrics for the live-action The Jungle Book in 2016 and two years after appeared in the film Christopher Robin, for which he also composed three new songs.
The Sherman brothers also wrote music for Disney theme park attractions around the world, including “There’s a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow,” “The Tiki, Tiki, Tiki Room,” and “It’s a Small World.” In the early 1980s, they wrote songs for EPCOT and Tokyo Disneyland, including “One Little Spark” and “Meet the World.”
The Sherman brothers left The Walt Disney Studios in the early 1970s and went on to write music, songs, and screenplays for films such as Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (1968), Snoopy Come Home (1972), Charlotte’s Web (1973), The Adventures of Tom Sawyer (1973), Huckleberry Finn (1974), and The Slipper and the Rose (1976).
In 1972, the duo became the only Americans to ever win 1st Prize at the Moscow Film Festival for their film musical The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, for which they wrote the script and music. The brothers were inducted as Disney Legends in 1990 and into the Songwriters Hall of Fame in 2005. Three years later, the brothers were awarded the National Medal of the Arts.
In 2010, Richard and award-winning composer John Debney collaborated on the song “Make Way for Tomorrow Today” for Marvel Studios’ Iron Man 2.
Over the course of his 65-year career, Richard received nine Academy Award nominations, won three Grammys, and received 24 gold and platinum albums. Richard’s father, Al Sherman, was also a songwriter.
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gosmigenergy · 1 month
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DRINK AROUND THE WORLD
( Triple Frontier Boys x F!Reader )
Summary: After the boys promised to take you to Disney, you and Benny take on the challenge of drinking around the world. 
Warnings: Mentions of Food, Mentions of Drink, Alcohol Consumption, Intoxication, Crying, Language, Nickname/Pet Names, No use of Y/N
Rating: Fluff
Word Count: 5.9k
Author’s Notes: Hi, so this felt like it took me forever to write for such a short fic but honestly there’s been some crazy stuff irl, including a family member’s health, that knocked me for six. In the end, I just wanted something wholesome, maybe a little bit silly featuring the boys to make me feel better. Also I’m an absolute lightweight when it comes to drinking so surviving eleven drinks is witchcraft to me! (Also apologies if anyone sees this without a Read More click, my head is a sieve atm...)
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“Can we start yet?”
You and the boys had been in the park for what feels like a lifetime. Arriving at Epcot early, they insisted on getting on the Guardians of the Galaxy ride before it got too busy, even though it went backwards and you didn’t want to go on it if it went in reverse. Then you wandered aimlessly for a ‘look around’ and yes, the topiaries shaped like characters and other spectacular creations were beautiful to look at but everyone knew why they were really here.
Santiago arched one brow, “You still want to do this, honey?”
You were giddy, the literal manifestation of a kid in Disney World but it wasn’t because you were in line to meet the princesses or about to embark Journey Into Imagination with Figment.
Sighing, he looked at his watch.
He watched the hands change to 1 o’clock exactly and glanced over to Will, who nodded in return.
Santiago pointed a finger at Benny then you then back to Benny.
“Don’t make me regret this.”
Benny nods, his smile widening as he grabs you by the wrist and drags you away. You smile so innocently at Santiago that it pulls at his heartstrings, there was no way in hell you were ready for this.
“You remember your roles?”
He queries Will and Frankie when you’re out of ear shot. How could they forget when Santiago pulled them to one side on the way back to the room last night? They sat by the pool area as he rolled out instructions with military precision. He wanted everyone to have fun, sure, but this was you and there was a strong probability this could go wrong.
“She’ll be fine, Pope, Benny knows her limits.”
“How many drinks has Bunny had in front of us?”
Will’s brows furrowed, the sudden realisation that he’s seen you drink three, maybe four, enough to make you giggly. This was going to be eleven in a row if you make it that far and his brother’s an encourager.
Frankie shrugs, “You make it sound like you’ve never inflicted her with anything.”
“Alcohol is different to that Aphrodite shit, we know that,” Santiago retorted.
“She’ll be fine, brother.”
Will was assuring himself more than Santiago, especially when he saw you and Benny returning with your first drinks.
“What is that?”
“Whatever she ordered,” Benny retorted to Santiago.
Frankie watched as you took the first sip and your expression scrunched.
“Don’t drink it if you don’t like it.”
“It’s not that, it’s just really strong.”
He thrusts out a hand and you pass it to him. Pursing his lips, he takes a sip before delivering a wheezy laugh.
“Jesus Christ.”
Rather than going for the variety of beer on offer, you decided to follow a list you found online. The cocktail you chose was mostly whisky and you’re pretty sure the tender gave you a little extra.
You giggle as he gives it back. Your eye flit to Benny as he tilts his head back to down his beer, his Adam’s apple bobbing as the liquid goes down with ease.
“Don’t you dare.”
You blink at Santiago whose eyes are barely visible behind his sunglasses, however you could picture them perfectly.
“I wasn’t going to,” you say shyly, eyes breaking away.
Rule one was not to try and keep up with Benny.
Before he was a fighter, he had a reputation for being the last one standing at the bar, you would never keep up. The last time he gave you a shot, you immediately grabbed Will and insisted you needed to go home.
Benny finished his drink, “Where to next?”
“I thought we could just follow the route, seems easier.”
Frankie unfurls the map from his pocket, his slopping nose almost in the paper to hide his concern.
“Where are you thinking about getting food?”
“America.”
The noise Frankie made doesn’t make Santiago feel confident, he wonders what was in that cocktail, whether he should have made a rule about not mixing alcohol but that wouldn’t have been fair.
“Wait, where’d they go?”
Will was finishing the end of your drink, “They’re already off to the UK.”
“These two are gonna be the death of me.”
Benny and you were already lined up against the bar when the rest of them caught up.
“I’m not sure you’ll like this one.”
“Why?”
“Have you ever had Guinness before?”
“Once, maybe,” you sounded so unsure.
“Cider?”
“Of course I’ve had cider, Benny, your mum served it to us warm, remember?”
He shook his head, “That’s not the same.”
The bartender slipped over two pints with frothy tops and an almost black liquid that turned golden at the bottom. Benny paid and carried them both to the table that Will had managed to snag in the corner.
You and Benny cheered, clunking the plastic glasses together before taking a drink. You barely swallow before you gag. Frankie stifled a laugh behind his hand, body shaking as Will began to crack.
In France, the five of you sat on the wrought-iron tables by the water, Frankie and Will joining you in having an Orange Slush. Santiago snuck away, reappearing with a croissant, just a little something to keep you going, he said.
He did however join you for a drink in Morocco, where the Iced Mint Tea came with a refreshing, surprising punch. He knew you were getting tipsy, your eyelids were getting heavier, your voice rising a couple of decibels and though your fake boyfriend was Benny, your hands were over all of them.
Frankie discreetly sipped your drink when your back was turned or when Will distracted you.
“She’s doing great,” Benny elbowed Santiago.
“You’re only four drinks in,” he responds flatly. “We’ll see how she’s fairing after number five.”
Drink number five took a while to get to, your fuzzy mind easily succumbing to the attaching store with Japanese merchandise.
“Please can we go in?”
Your eyes became wide and puppy like, your eyelashes fluttering until one of them caved.
“Come on then, sweetheart…”
You squealed, bouncing on your toes as Will stepped forward. You grabbed his hand, entwining your fingers with his without a care in the world. He simply leaned into it, not caring about the possibility of someone seeing you with him instead of his brother.
“You want a new plushie?”
Your lips skew, “It depends what they have.”
“I’m sure you’ll find something.”
Santiago hoped the shopping trip would be enough for you to get the tiniest bit sober.
Inside, your concentration was short, everything was distracting. You’d jumped from Hello Kitty to Pokemon to Studio Ghibli, from kimonos to tea to candles without making a decision.
“Do you think Santiago would do a face mask?”
Will found you in the beauty section, clinging onto five different types of face masks, inspecting the backs though the words were blurry at the edges.
“I’m sure he’d do one for you.”
Your sigh seems disheartened.
“What’s up, Bunny?”
“Is he mad with me?”
When you didn’t look round, he began to question whether your eyes had got glossy, tears threatening to fall.
“He’s not mad, just… concerned.”
You sigh again, “I want us all to have fun, not just me and Benny.”
He offers you the basket in his hand and you place the face mask carefully in before turning around. There was an understanding that he shared that he didn’t necessarily need to say aloud, Santiago wasn’t the best when plans went astray and he was doing his best to keep everything on track.
“And I know what he’s doing or you’re doing or maybe it’s all of you…”
Will cocks his head as he can see your brain trying to put two and two together, concentration plastered on your face.
“But tell Frankie to buy his own drinks.”
He laughs at your comment, “Anything else?”
“I can’t decide on a plushie.”
“Well, we could just get these and come back when you’re sober.”
You bite your bottom lip, “How bad am I?”
“Getting a little handsy,” he shrugs, it’s why he already put snacks in the basket for later.
Benny checked his phone for the time, you had been gone for almost half an hour and he could feel the chill coming from Santiago’s gaze.
“I’m gonna buy the drinks ready.”
“Make it non-alcoholic.”
“I’m not doing that, she wants to do the challenge, let her do the challenge.”
Santiago didn’t respond as he walked away. When doing your research, you showed Benny the drink you wanted, violet in colour with a light up ice cube and that’s what you were getting.
Frankie waved as he saw you and Will come out of the entrance. Seeing that Benny was missing, you scurry off to find him as Will went to join the others.
“That’s a pretty small bag,” Frankie tipped his head to the bag in Will’s hand.
“I said I’d take her back when she’s sober.”
“So, she knows she’s tipsy?”
“Uh-huh,” Will closes in on them both. “She also knows Frankie should be getting his own drinks.”
Santiago pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath that Will didn’t catch, he just knew he was pissed.
“I would actually like that,” Frankie quipped.
“Pope, we’ve dealt with so much more than a drunk girl at a theme park.”
He knew that, Santiago just didn’t like it.
But then he caught you out of the corner of his eye. Clutching a plastic cup, you were beaming at Benny who took your hand to ensure you weren’t led in the opposite direction. You were undeniably happy, dressed for the occasion with a pair of Minnie ears and a spring in your step.
This was the first mini vacation with all of them present and his stomach rolled with guilt at his behaviour.
“Wanna try?”
This was the deciding moment.
He leaned back at first before taking it from your hand. Taking a sip, the sugar hurt his teeth and with a grunt he clutched his jaw.
“Where’s the sake?”
“Oh, so now you want me to have alcohol!”
“As much as you like honey.”
You go to take back the drink except he leans further against the railing, head tipped up with a smug smile. Huffing, you fold your arms and scowl.
“Not until I have another sip.”
By the time you make it to the restaurant in America, you can’t think straight. You’re surrounded by brick walls with blue, red and white fabric handing from the ceiling, patriotic music playing under the hive of screaming kids and constant conversation.
There wasn’t much choice on the menu but your hands started to go clammy when you realised the words didn’t make any sense.
“Benny,” you call his name in a hushed tone, his head hung low like he’s almost fallen asleep. “What are you getting?”
“The burger.”
“Is that on the menu?”
He opens up his hands, “Is it really America if a burger isn’t on the menu?”
Was he always this cryptic?
Will passed his phone along for everyone to make their choices and as the phone got closer to you, you stiffen.
“Bunny,” Frankie waved the phone in front of you.
His lips are parted under his moustache and suddenly that’s all you can focus on, that bottom lip just waiting to be bitten. The knot between his eyebrows tightens and you suddenly realise you’re not talking even though he’s said your name, your actual name.
“Uuuu—“
“She can’t see the menu,” Benny leaned in from behind you, coming into Frankie’s periphery.
Your cheeks grow hot as you press your lips together so hard they disappear.
“I’ll just order what I think you’ll like.”
A plate was placed in front of you and you were grateful Frankie did the ordering because fries topped with macaroni cheese and onion rings would definitely soak up the alcohol churning in your stomach. You also drank water, waiting until you got outside to order a Frozen Mint Julep.
Though the food hadn’t helped as much as you’d prayed it would.
You found yourself pressed between Will and Santiago as you walk, the pair of them keeping you on track to Italy.
As Benny went to get your drink, you looked up at the looming columns, squinting to try and make out the statues at the top, fully believing they weren’t there earlier. A hand came swiftly to your waist, gripping tightly as a shoulder propped your head back.
“Don’t think I’ll be doing that again,” your tongue is loose, the words luckily sounding right.
“You almost lost your ears, Bunny.”
You gasp, “Thank you, Santi!”
It was a poor excuse, he’d admit it but he could see your back arching in such a perfect curve that you were seconds away from hitting the floor. He set the ears firmly back on your head as you gave him a lopsided grin.
Benny returned with another frozen drink for you.
“Another frozen one?”
“They’ve not all been frozen, there was that one you liked… and that other one. Wait, what number am I on?”
“Seven, cariño.”
“So, when are you lot having your next round?”
Benny wrapped his arm around his brother and his best friend, his cheeks pink yet a broad smile set on his face.
“Where are we going next?”
“Germany,” Santiago glanced over his shoulder, holding onto you as you slowly sucked on a straw. Your doe eyes moved from people watching, honing in on his jaw where his stubble was getting longer.
Oh, the urge to touch it.
“I could do with a beer,” Will said.
“Yes, brother!”
It was the point in the drinking marathon where Benny forgot his own strength. The pat on the back he gave Will took the wind out of him and Frankie was almost wrestled to the ground as Benny’s arms locked around his neck.
There was a possibility the five of you could get kicked out of the park. Santiago felt something irritating on his chin, distracting him from what was unfolding.
“You’re getting a beard,” you stroke a fingertip over it.
He hummed, “You like it?”
“I dunno,” you say, eyes narrowing.
Ducking his head, his mouth came to the shell of your ear and you heard the smirk form on his lips.
“You won’t be saying that when you feel it between your thighs.”
The words travel, sinking to the bottom of your belly and something breaks through the alcohol induced fog in your mind.
“Oh.”
“You ready, Bunny?”
Your head snaps round to Benny, his head cocking to one side when he sees your startled expression. Smiling, you slip from Santiago and hold Benny’s outstretched hand. Yet you take a second look, a fleeting glance because you knew you were in danger, not tonight but soon.
“What did you say to her?”
“Nothing, just discussing my beard.”
Frankie grunted, he hated how his friend could grow a beard far better than he ever could.
In Will’s hand was a half serving of grapefruit beer that appeared comically small in comparison to his full one.
“It should have a citrusy flavour,” he says.
The main thing you can taste is beer and you weren’t sure, after the cocktails and slushies this wasn’t the same.
“Chug, chug, chug.”
“Benny, stop it, Santiago told me not to.”
Benny stared at his leader, his green eyes pleading with him. There isn’t a word spoken between them, a series of gestures causing Santiago to cave.
“The rules went out the window three countries ago, honey.”
“And we all know you can swallow.”
Frankie choked, erupting into laughter as Will shook his head.
“Benny, you’re gonna end up in Disney Jail with that mouth.”
He scoffs, “The jail isn’t real.”
“It is!” You almost spill your drink with the sheer enthusiasm of how you slap his chest, “I’ve seen the stories online.”
“They wouldn’t put me in there anyway,” he block his chest with his arms.
“And why’s that?”
There was genuine curiosity in your question.
“Because I look like that guy from the Tron sequel.”
You start to have a fit of giggles, at least Santiago looked enough like Poe Dameron to get hassled by the Stormtroopers at Galaxy’s Edge. The others were chuckling too.
“What?”
“Ten years ago, maybe,” Will countered.
Only his comment made you laugh more, the pain entering your ribs as it hurt to keep a straight face. You weren’t denying that Benny had some resemblance, it was years of being out on the battle field and then being in the ring that made him rougher around the edges. The guy in the film was baby faced or so you can remember.
Benny glared, “Now, you have to chug.”
“That’s not fair,” you whine.
“You hurt my feelings, the only way to make me happy is to chug.”
“Is there anything else I can do?”
His one eyebrow raised.
Maybe there was somewhere private the pair of you could go, a hidden away corner, how busy would the bathrooms be? He had to push back the thoughts because he could not be horny in a theme park.
“Don’t give him any options, Bunny, just do it.”
All their eyes fell on you as you brought the rim of the plastic glass to your lips. You tipped it back cautiously at first before tipping your head back and screwing your eyes shut. The pink golden liquid went down all too easily and you heard Benny cheer as the last drop hit your tongue.
When you open your eyes, they’re all beaming at you. A sudden hiccup comes from deep in your chest and you press a hand to where your diaphragm is.
“That sounded like it hurt,” Will’s eyes flitted up and down your frame.
You nod, wincing as another one comes but as he steps forward to check on you, you wave him off.
“It’ll pass, don’t worry.”
The hiccups subside yet they were replaced, you felt lightheaded and your legs were legitimately turning into jelly. Frankie saw you flagging, giving you a helping hand across the bridge to China for drink number nine but you were beginning to regret your decision on the challenge.
You swirled your straw and watched the blueberry boba dance in between the ice. Your one arm was looped into Frankie’s as he slowly guided you to the next country, the other three going on ahead.
“Cariño,” he glanced down, expecting you to look up, “you’ve gone quiet on me.”
With those words, you grind to a halt. It’s like you wait for the other three to fold into the crowds before you break.
“I’m not going to make it, this was such a stupid idea.”
You immediately cover your face and you can’t stop the tears from coming. Frankie went from laid back to full blown military mode the moment your words caught in your throat. He got you away from the oncoming public, finding the nearest, tucked away corner he could spot from his vantage point.
There wasn’t a soul around them.
“Bunny,” his voice was gentle, his fingertips wrapping round the cup. “Look at me.”
Placing the remains of your drink on the wall, he pulls your focus to his face. He holds your cheeks with his broad hands, thumbs catching the tears before they could go any further. He breathed with you, in and out through your noses because that’s the way you’re meant to do it.
You fall so deep into his brown eyes, the park seemed to fade away and you grab his wrists to steady yourself.
“There we go, better?”
You blinked out of your hypnosis, nodding.
“How did yo—“
“Had my fair share of freak outs.”
A soft smile returns to your lips as you try to wipe away the mess that you assume is around your eyes, your makeup may or may not be waterproof.
“Why the sudden change of heart?”
Your teeth graze the flesh on the inside of your cheek as you play with your hands, the straw you’d been fidgeting with taken away.
“When I’ve had this much I usually embarrass myself or throw up or both and that’s not happened yet. Then I know Santiago will judge me and say how he knew this was gonna happen and Will will take pity on me and drag my sick covered front back to the hotel and Benny would laugh and go on about it for weeks…”
Frankie couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing, none of them would do that to you.
Ok, Benny would laugh, nervously, because he wouldn’t know how to react and then would go and vomit himself. Will would more than likely take off his shirt and walk around topless if he had to. Santiago would pay a fortune to get a taxi ten minutes out of Epcot or even further, Disney World itself to get you to the comfort of your own bed. Whilst Frankie, he would happily get you back to the hotel room and hold your hair all night whilst you continued to chuck up processed food into the toilet. He’d tap out only to head down to the food hall and pay fucking fifteen dollars for a big carton of fruit to get those vitamins back in your system.
They wouldn’t be embarrassed, they wouldn’t let you be embarrassed and if someone had made you feel that way for having fun and going a little overboard in the past, he wanted to initiate some form of pain to make him feel better. However, his only concern now was the fact you hadn’t taken a breath.
He squeezed your shoulder, a staggering breath from you followed.
“We’d never do that to you, you know that right?”
You splutter out a laugh as you nod your head, your mind was clearly playing tricks on you.
“There’s only two more to go and I kinda owe you a drink.”
“Yeah, you do.”
He puts his thumb back to your cheek and removes the last stray tears before bringing you close. He coils an arm around your back, pressing you into his chest to hear his soothing heartbeat. You could contentedly spend the rest of your time like this but your feet were itching to go.
“I’m gonna finish my boba,” you stretch to grab the cup, “they might help line my stomach.”
“I don’t think they’re gonna help.”
When the pair of you arrive at Norway, you excuse yourself to go and check your reflection, Frankie went and found the others.
“How’s she doing?”
“Just a little bump in the road,” he shrugged as if it was nothing.
In the distance, they heard a cast member call someone out for running and Santiago knew it could only be one person. He caught you speed walking round the corner, waiting until there were no more watchful eyes to continue running.
“We should go and meet Anna and Elsa,” you bang your hands on the table.
“I’m down for that.”
Benny shut his mouth before he expressed that Elsa was hot.
“I’m sure the princesses would prefer to not meet two intoxicated town folk,” Will passed you a pretzel shaped pastry. “Maybe another day.”
Your food is accompanied by a Frozen Viking Coffee because they thought it was a better option than beer, they’d live with the repercussions of you being buzzed.
“Did you get told off for running?”
Santiago had that smug look across his face as the heat in your cheeks rose.
“Maybe.”
Will gave you that smile that makes you soften at the edges and now it was hard to look at either of them.
“I’m getting the next round.”
“You serious, Fish?” Benny got a glint in his eye. “You know Mexico is next and we could finish the day with—“
“We are not having shots.”
“Why not?”
“Everyone’s gotta make it back.”
Benny sighed but then he saw your shimmering, wide eyes looking back at him, the drink they got you going down way too fast. Honestly, he thought you would have been defeated by now, possibly a crying, drunken mess but you weren’t. He was proud of you.
“I’m gonna win,” your words don’t come out that precise.
“Of course you are, Bunny.”
His words are equally as slurred.
There was a novelty in watching you and Benny try to make it to Mexico. The location was obvious, a brown brick pyramid that was a beckon to where you needed to go except you two were going straight past it.
“We’ll head to the bar, you grab them.”
Will nodded, wandering over to the pair of you to an accompanying cheer.
Santiago and Frankie find the most popular bar in the place, by some miracle snatching the last table.
Somehow, the three of you make it inside the pyramid and immediately you comment on how dark it was. Will had your arm hooked in his, his brother refusing help even as he stumbled down the steps. Giggling as you came in, there were drinks already on the table.
“I’m surprised you got them here in one piece.”
“We had a close call.”
Will wouldn’t go into details with Santiago, he didn’t know how he’d handle you falling up the stairs and almost cracking your head on a step if your instincts hadn’t kicked in and saved you.
“Not so fast, we’ve got to cheers first.”
Frankie made sure you took the one luminous green in colour before all five of you clinked your glasses and took a sip. You smacked your lips after to make sure you got the salt from your skin.
“Good?”
“Not as good as yours.”
“You don’t need to flatter me.”
“I’m not lying though,” you wink.
Frankie made the best margaritas, he would host special evenings just to make them, always finding the best bottle of tequila at barbecues. He also never added any fancy ingredients unlike this one, who needs avocado in a drink anyway?
You took your time with this one, sipped carefully and tried to embrace the moment. All of you sat round a table, laughing and joking. Benny had tucked you underneath his arm, pulled you in to lean you against his frame as you play footsie under the table with Will.
“I’m gonna head out for some nachos,” Benny unravels himself from you.
There were glances between Frankie and Will before Frankie suggests joining him.
“I’ve not finished my drink,” you moan.
Benny bent down, cupping one side of your face with his palm. He brings your attention fully to him.
“Don’t rush,” he kissed your cheek sloppily. “I really need to get some food down me.”
Then he crashes his lips into yours with so much force it knocks you back. As him and Frankie walk away, you start to giggle.
“He’s so drunk…”
Santiago chuckles.
“And so am I,” you thrust your arms up.
Will drops his head, smiling, “You ready to head back soon, sweetheart?”
“But what about the show?”
“You’re gonna fall asleep before the show starts, honey. We’re taking you and Benny back to the hotel.”
It was easier said than done.
The moment you stepped outside the pyramid, the fresh air hit you and suddenly came the realisation that you were intoxicated more than you’ve ever been in your lifetime. You freeze at the top of the stairs, the view ahead of you going fuzzy at the edges and there’s two Santiagos and two Wills.
“It’s ok, Bunny,” Will was stretching out his hand and taking one of yours firmly. “Hold onto the handrail.”
There were other sets of eyes on you, those you didn’t know as you shakily held onto the thick wooden rail, cautiously going down each individual step.
“If you make it to where benny and Fish are, I’ll carry you home, yeah?”
You deliver a feeble nod and slowly your feet catch up with what your brain is telling them. Wobbling, you move one foot in front of the other, nails burying into Will’s hand as you hold on for dear life. Frankie was trying not to laugh.
“You’re adorable when you’re drunk.”
“Shut up,” you whine at Benny before taking a chip from his depleted box.
“How are we gonna do this?”
Frankie was worried, it took you almost four minutes to do something that took him a minute.
“Don’t worry, I got this, brother.”
While you were distracted, Will crouched down and squeezed into the gap between you and Benny. Instinctively, Benny moved back as his brother grabbed behind your knees. You flopped forward, protesting as he lifted himself up, your arm ravelling around his neck to stay upright. He forced you a little higher so he could get a better hold before turning to Frankie, who stood with his mouth open.
Santiago shrugged, “I suppose it’ll work.”
“I lost my ears.”
“I’ll get your ears, honey.”
“Don’t stretch them.”
He rolled his eyes, why on earth would he put on neon pink ears with pom pom detailing and a massive yellow bow? They rattled as he picked them up and then he started to shake them like maracas.
“What have you done to them?” You ask accusingly.
“Nothing, you didn’t realise they did that?”
“No,” you throw out a hand, “gimme!”
Santiago stepped back, the corner of his lips curling. Will dug deeper into your thighs as you leaned further to try and nab the ears back. You huffed before giving up the fight, sulking against Will’s shoulder.
Seconds later, Santiago slipped them onto your head.
You don’t know why the boys were making such a fuss, you could have made it to the bus. The driver mentioned how you were all going to miss the show later but Santiago said you’d already had too much fun. You rested your eyes, head relaxing to Benny’s shoulder as he continued to talk and talk, barely making any sense.
“I’m gonna pick up something,” Frankie motioned to reception, leaving Will and Santiago to take care of you.
“Where’s Frankie going?”
“He won’t be long, sweetheart.”
You grumble something incoherently, staggering forward and following the group. They barely got you through the door before you were removing your clothes.
“Fuck, Bunny, at least let me close the door.”
However your mind was focused on getting into bed, pulling off your top and yanking down your jeans. Benny had already thrown himself onto the available queen, arms spread wide, hopeful that you’d join him. You strip to a cute lilac underwear set, thinking this morning that at least one of them would see them.
Benny’s eyes flit up and down, he likes what he sees but as you step wobbling towards him, he’s aware he’s not going to get any action. You crawl and snuggle into his frame with an exasperated sigh.
“Aw, you tired, baby?”
Even in your clouded head, you knew Benny had never called you that before, you blame the alcohol. You respond with a single grunt, eyes already closed.
He envelops your body, lightly touching the areas he hasn’t seen all day. Your sigh comes softer this time, limbs relaxing as you settle your head into the crook of his neck. You note the citrusy undertones of his aftershave as you breathe him in, your final big breath before sleep takes you.
Feeling your weight slump, he kisses you on the cheek and temple just as he gets himself comfy.
When Frankie arrives, the two of you are out for the count, Santiago and Will having snuck onto the balcony.
“How much did that cost you?”
Frankie glanced at the plastic container in his hand, “All my snack credits.”
Santiago scoffed, “Thought you were gonna have a turkey leg.”
“I ain’t eating that shit.”
He’d seen them, they looked questionable, no turkey leg should be that big. Ducking back inside, he placed the fruit in the kitchenette before grabbing himself a drink, joining them to watch the sunset.
Benny’s arm had gone dead and his mouth was dry. He tactfully got himself out from underneath you though he’s sure you’re so far gone, you’ll be out the rest of the night. He unbuttoned his shirt and abandoned it on the bed with his hat, walking unsteadily around the room to find water.
He found a litre bottle and went to the balcony, opening the door a fraction to keep the sound from travelling in.
You don’t know what brought you out of your slumber but the awareness of being on your own was enough to get you out of bed.
“Fuck,” you say, stumbling from the tall bed frame.
Bleary eyed, you blink and wait for the room to come into view. It took a minute or two for you to remember where you were, turning to face a giant painting of Donald Duck with his three nephews on a hike. You decide to freshen your face, wiping off the make up before splashing yourself with cold water.
Picking up Benny’s appropriately themed shirt, you throw it on and then spot Santiago’s sunglasses on the giant chest.
“There she is!”
Your expression scrunches, “Argh, Benny, too much.”
The boys had managed to move the table inside and squeezed all the chairs they could on the balcony.
“There’s some fruit in the kitchenette, let me get it you.”
Frankie climbed over the back of his seat to get out, wrapping his arm around your waist to bring you a fraction closer. His lips meet your temple gently.
“Thank you.”
He nodded and went inside.
“Whose lap you gonna sit on?”
“No offence to Will and Santiago, you’re closest.”
“None taken,” Will was cradling a beer, shoved in the far corner by the railing.
Hooking your leg over the arm of the chair, you bring up the other and settle on Benny. His arm coils around you as he reaches down for the bottle of water and you gladly take it from him.
You gasp as Frankie returns with the carton of fruit, enough to last you the next few days. He hoisted himself back over the chair, settling down once again.
Benny propped his chin on your shoulder, opening his mouth as you pluck some berries from the pack. He sucks the juices from your fingers as you place them in his mouth.
“Can we see the fireworks from here?”
Santiago looks around the group, hoping someone else would admit it, there was no way in hell they were going to pay over a hundred dollars more just to see a bunch of pretty lights.
“Pool side view, sorry, honey.”
He didn’t like to disappoint you but you seemed unfazed.
“They probably want a fortune for it anyway,” you shrug, “and I think I’m ok with the view right here.”
They all groan at how cheesy it sounds, knowing that you were talking about them and not the fake mountainous waterfall down below.
“You’re gonna make Pope throw up, Bunny.”
You shove some fruit in Benny’s mouth to shut him up.
“I’m coming out in hives just being here.”
Rolling your eyes, you allow them to continue with their banter. You’re grateful you didn’t put into words what you were thinking in your head because, sure, people say Disney is the happiest place on earth but you believe here is even happier.
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Extinct Disney Parks and Attractions tournament round 4: Bracket AB
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Reminder, you don't have had to experience any of the attractions/experiences to vote! Just read in the info and/or watch the vid,then vote for which you wish you would have experienced more/which sounds cooler!
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Great Movie Ride: Hollywood Studios/MGM Studios (1989-2017)
Propaganda:
"This ride was SO fun! It was such a great dark ride; all the sets were so detailed and evocative of their movies, especially Alien. When that xenomorph came down, I was always startled, even as an adult, and it flat-out scared me as a kid. Spooky! And the little plot the ride had with the ride being hijacked by a gangster or a western outlaw who then fell victim to their own greed was absolutely delightful. It was such a great show of sets and animatronics, and I miss it so much."
"I genuinely loved this attraction as a weird autistic kid who couldn't really do anything else in Hollywood Studios and I'm really sad to learn that it's gone. I loved the atmosphere and the slow-moving ride vehicles and from what I understand it took a lot of skill to be a host on that ride."
"The animatronics were great for their times. I loved the two different versions of the ride (gangster/Wild West). The cast members were so much fun during the ride. A great tribute to great movies. The rotating props in the line queue was neat too."
"The best 22 minutes in AC on a hot Floridian day that will forever be missed."
"IT WAS SO IMMERSIVE!!! And the guides were apart of the ride and there were 2 different path at one point, the Western or Gangster, and hiding in the animatronics would be a real person and they would take over the ride from the host, then in a later scene in Indiana Jones part, the host would trick them into a "curse" and take the ride back! (just watch the video xD)THEN you went through freaking Oz! There was no ride like it before or after and I will never get over them getting rid of it!"
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Journey Into Imagination: Epcot (1983-1998)
Propaganda:
"This is the way. Anyone else is just selling something."
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recently confirmed josé carioca from the fucking three caballeros. when in shift all i do is sit around and do basically nothing but listen to brazilian music. bought cigars one time while in shift, then it ended and i was like ". i dont even like cigarettes???". anyway i also got my friend into 3cabs and they now kin panchito and we're discussing kindating. gay latino birds forever i guess
idk anything about the three caballeros other than 1. the ride at epcot which in fact tells you nothing and 2. the fact that it's Always pissed me off that it's english "three" and not tres.
relatable though ive been tempted by a fake cigar at spirit halloween
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elemom · 5 months
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nawball has forever changed my vocabulary bc how am i gonna explain “epcot thoughts” and “shrimbles” to anybody else
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emaadsidiki · 2 years
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EPCOT Forever Fireworks Spectacular  @  Walt Disney World
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klapollo · 6 months
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tmorriscode · 2 months
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Do you ever think of the meaning of the word unreal? The eclipse felt unreal - like something staged. Like going to dinner at the Mexico pavilion at Epcot, where it’s always and forever sunset.
Just before the totality, it felt like there was a spotlight on us. Then we could see Venus and Jupiter. Suddenly, There was a ring of fire in the sky, and sunset in every direction. The animals were quiet. Just completely separate from reality.
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wordpimp · 2 months
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A long way among friends
Disconnected from reality in the thunderdrome
I had a dream abt my coworker getting to know her drinking an icee lime with cherry bomb talking abt math coping with an illness chapped lips peeling paint from a cardboard lid
The drink cost ten dollars it was like the movies or epcot,
mouse ears dragging on a blunt
You know what's weird when you can go in and out of a dream Out and inside your calm I woke at 4:30 a dog whimpering in its sleep I had to pee I was dreaming of An opening the back door in a room So people can visit
How do they know us from where they were writing sad things to me in french and german and spanish, and arabic
I found a chest of toys we lived in an icelandic ranch a monsoon bungalow a year and a half
The interviews seemed to go on forever but they knew that we'd click
I liked talking abt my child hood writing it down in a way It was scary, We sat in bleachers on a bench it was outside the school
Atop a seduction What do you like to be afraid of
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god, it just isn't a good show. it's slow and it's smug and it knows when it's dragging but it goes tee hee meta with it and has a character do the audience stand in reactions--boredom, disdain, disbelief, etc. it's purple prose-y but worse and Paris feels like a an timey shoppe font boulangerie at Epcot selling snickerdoodles. It is wasting our time! It's people who think they can just make an eight hour movie even though the release schedule says it's not. the pacing is garbage. most of the costumes aren't even that fun.
BUT every so often they get something so exquisitely right (like our boy swaggering in with a church centerpiece crucified Christ slung over his shoulder) (and he's so annoyed and bored with it all) that I just have to put up with it all. forever.
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