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Abandoned by Disney

(warning: very long story)

Some of you may have heard that the Disney corporation is responsible for at least one real, “live” Ghost Town.

Disney built the “Treasure Island” resort in Baker’s Bay in the Bahamas. It didn’t START as a ghost town! Disney’s cruise ships would actually stop at the resort and leave tourists there to relax in luxury.

This is a FACT. Look it up.

Disney blew $30,000,000 on the place… yes, thirty million dollars.

Then they abandoned it.

Disney blamed the shallow waters (too shallow for their ships to safely operate) and there was even blame cast on the workers, saying that since they were from the Bahamas, they were too lazy to work a regular schedule.

That’s where the factual nature of their story ends. It wasn’t because of sand, and it obviously wasn’t because “foreigners are lazy”. Both are convenient excuses.

No, I sincerely doubt those reasons were legitimate. Why don’t I buy the official story?

Because of Mowgli’s Palace.

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So this is the Bullshit


I don’t believe in call out posts. I think they’re unnecessary and usually create a tidal wave of drama over a misunderstanding or an issue that might have been resolved with a simple click of ‘unfollow’ or block’.

This is one of those instances where it is necessary. Where the actions of one person are genuinely harmful and quite likely malicious and it’s actually impossible to know the extent of everything they have done.

Before I proceed, I want to make it clear that I do not condone sending this person hateful asks-or, indeed, any- asks about their behaviour. If you wish to unfollow or block them-or not- then that is your business. But I did not make this post to encourage spiteful behaviour.

I want to thank everyone who contributed to this post, whether it was sending me data, good vibes, proofing or just cheering up my cranky butt at varying points between now and April. Without further ado:-

This is a callout post for user Vallanoble, for actions spanning back to February of this year.

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smoothie klance au?? i guess

you would not guess how many half-written AUs i have in my drafts that become WAY TOO LONG for me to ever consider publishing in a text post. yes this is a short one.

  • keith makes smoothies for a living. it isnt a big deal until it is.
  • one night, this dude comes in. who cares about build-up, we all know its lance, and he looks frazzled. he sits at the counter and orders the fruitiest smoothie on the menu. keith makes it and doesnt think much of it, except to note that something about this kid is just… weird?
  • 1: hes coming in alone, which people their age usually dont. 2: hes dressed pretty nicely. 3: hes just sitting there??? drinking a smoothie??? not even scrolling on his phone or anything, just looking around and slurping. okay weirdo. 4: he seems off. keith does not use the word “aura” on a regular basis but lance has an aura. (which does not make sense to keith, who barely understands his own emotions, let alone someone else’s.)
  • lance thanks keith, and leaves like thirty minutes later. hes certainly not the weirdest customer keith has ever served, but for some reason that random, singular dude sticks out in his mind.
  • but the shifts come and go, and gradually keith forgets about lance.
  • until he comes back in again.

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You know what’s great about fairy tales that haven’t been made into Disney movies?  How completely bullshit they are.  Like, if it’s a popular enough fairy tale that it’s gotten its own movie, a lot of the completely random-seeming shit has probably been excised from that version.  If it’s just been left to molder since people stopped drinking beer for breakfast, started being able to read on a massive scale, and learned how not to give themselves ergot poisoning every winter…well, it might just sound like something a sleep-deprived kindergartener made up.


“Here, dearest sister, take this vial of water.  If it turns cloudy, you’ll know I’m sick.  If it turns red as blood, you’ll know I’m dead.”

“This is a very useful thing, dearest brother, as reliable post hasn’t been invented yet, and you’re going to just wander around until you make your fortune.  I have only one question.”

“Yes?”

“Where the hell did you get this?”

“What?”

“Where did you get a vial of water that magically knows if you’re sick or dead?  Like, did you just pick it up at the market?  Did you have to go see a witch?  How much did you pay for this?  The whole reason you’re leaving is that we’re fucking broke.”

“I just…it was just lying around.”

“What, in the attic?”

“I guess?”

“Why would we have a vial of water that can tell if you’re sick or dead just lying around in the attic?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe we can ask those animals that tricked the robbers out of their cabin in the woods.  They seem to know what they’re doing.”

“The animals…that tricked the robbers…out of their cabin.”

“Yes.”

“I hate this town.”


“Young man, if you let me sit by your fire, I’ll give you a sack of gold that can never be emptied.”

“Why would you be just wandering around alone dressed like a beggar if you have a sack of gold that can never be emptied?”

“I just…am.  Fuck you.  You want the sack or not?  Because I am dog tired, and freezing cold, and offering you a magic money-sack if I can just take a load off.”

“This is the sort of magic sack that’s going to make me really happy for like six weeks and then I’m going to get murdered in my sleep by trolls, isn’t it?”

“…yes.  Do you want it or not?”

“What the hell, with plague going around again, I’m probably not going to live more than another few months, anyway.”

“That’s the sort of can-do spirit murder-trolls love to see!”

“What?”

“Nothing.”


“Young lady, I’m very hungry, won’t you please share your bread with me?”

“Shit.  Are you the sort of stray dwarf I’m supposed to help, or are you going to murder me unless I start hitting you with a stick right now?”

“…what?”

“Those are my two options, right?  I mean, I can’t just say nah, I only have enough for me, and keep on walking.  I have to either feed you or beat the hell out of you.  So which is it?  I don’t want to get magic-murdered for picking wrong.  The last person you turned into a stone or a goat or whatever, what’d they do?”

Why is every traveler on this road so fucking weird?  I just want a hunk of bread, lady.“

“So you’re not magic?”

“Oh, well.  Yeah, of course I’m magic.”

“But you’re not going to do anything magic right now.”

“Are you on some bizarre quest to marry a prince even though you have absolutely no idea how to run a kingdom?”

“No, of course not.  Jesus.”

“Then–”

“I’m trying to figure out how to turn my seven brothers from dead swans back into humans permanently.”

“Your brothers were turned into dead swans.”

“I mean, I don’t really mind, because they transform back into men at night, but my fiance won’t get married until the mill’s courtyard isn’t full of dead swans all day.  He thinks it’s gruesome.”

“Why would anyone turn your brothers into dead swans?”

“We think the local witch was just trying to turn them into swans.  Or maybe kill them.  She was on a bender, so she can’t really remember.”

“Okay, but why?”

“My brothers were kind of dicks, before they got stuck as dead swans all day.“

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but if you give me half your bread, I’ll tell you how to turn them back into people full-time.”

“Why are you being so nice all the sudden?”

“Because I now really need a beer, and I hate drinking on an empty stomach.”


“Young woman, who is coincidentally very beautiful and very virtuous even though you grew up very poor in a time when that very well may have meant chronic malnutrition and seeing family members literally die of hunger, you may have the hand of the prince in marriage if you can lift his curse.”

“Okay, yeah, I’m pretty sure I can do that.  I’ve got some good fairies backing me up, and also half the animal kingdom.”

“That’s very impressive.”

“Yeah, I did a lot of really random stuff and went vegan for a while, and now apparently everything under the sun owes me.“

“Well, you’ll enjoy your time as a princess, then!”

“Well, before we do that, I thought maybe we should talk about why the curse was put on him in the first place.  Maybe you could tell me who did it, and why, and if we know where they are now.  Maybe we could sort of come up with a plan for dealing with them.  You know, after I break the curse.”

“Why would we do that?”

“Well, somebody sort of turned the prince into a giant fish and made it so fishermen can’t stop trying to catch him, so it seems like they might just try something else if we undo that.  I want to be ready.”

“Nonsense.  This curse was a one-time thing.”

“The witch still lives like right next door, yes?”

“Yes, but she’s calmed down a lot since she did this.”

“She just turned a guy into a newt last week.”

“But she likes us now.”

“Not enough to undo the curse, though.”

“Well, no.”

“So, we should probably have a plan, right?”

“Nooooooo?”

“Okay, I’m going to keep walking until I find an enchanted prince with more sensible parents.  Peace out, your majesties.”

anonymous asked:

hey bri, i read your post about creating a portfolio for an internship and i was wondering if it's basically the same when applying for a job? i'm pursuing visdev and don't exactly know how to organize my portfolio and website. if you have any tips that would be super wonderful!! Btw, i'm the anon from awhile ago who went on the month and a half long trip to asia and i'm so happy I went bc I was able to clear my mind of a lot. THANK U SO MUCH and you have no idea how awesome u are!! 💖

hello again! i’m super happy to hear that your trip went well and you feel refreshed!! there’s nothing better, huh?

internships and other special programs tend to be more formal and serious than jobs. since most jobs in animation are acquired by word of mouth, an art director is probably going to take a quick look at your work and decide if it’s right for the job or not. they won’t comb through it like a recruiter or someone might.

therefore, it’s important to put your best work first. if you have a website, it should be on the landing page. make it super easy for someone to see your work in 5 seconds. that’s the single most important thing. don’t make anyone “dig” to find your work.

here are some other random tips!

1. keep your portfolio updated. i’ve seen someone lose a job for this; their test for a tv show was great but their portfolio was a few years old, so the person looking at it couldn’t tell where their skills were at now. the test and your portfolio are both equally important. and, it’s bad form to show your work to recruiters multiple times if there’s no new stuff.

2. fill up your social media. i don’t know about recruiters, but art directors will almost definitely look through your social media (instagram is most common). this is a good thing! it doesn’t count as part of your portfolio, so you can feel free to be yourself and be a little less formal. and usually art directors really like to see doodles, sketches, or just your personal interests and ideas. they will google you, so try to connect your name with your work as much as possible!

3. be yourself. if you’re fresh out of school this might be hard, because you might be worried about being good more than being unique. it might take some time, but let your work be a reflection of yourself and your unique ideas and view point! of course your work has to be technically competent for the job, but your unique voice is what’s going to make you a valuable asset to a team. it will close some doors to jobs that don’t align with your specific “style”, but it will open others.

4. be able to talk about your work. it’s not uncommon for recruiters and art directors to ask you questions about your art. this usually happens in the interview stage but be prepared regardless! be able to talk about your process, how you think, why you made certain choices, and about your stories/characters that you put in your portfolio. don’t be shy!!

that’s all i got for now!! let me know if you need anymore help. best of luck with your portfolio and everything else going forward! and thanks so much for your super kind words!!!

It Started With A Storm

Hello! Cid here. I’ve never written fanfiction before or published any writing online, so I’m new to this. If there is anything I could do to improve this, please tell me! This will continue to be a series, but I’m not sure about the upload schedule. There are not a lot of warnings in this chapter but this will develop into to some deeper parts of Alexander’s past in the next chapter, so please be careful! If you have any questions, don’t be scared to ask them!

Ship: Jamilton

Words: 1320

Warnings: Minor swearing

It started with Alexander not checking the weather. The sky’s looked bad that afternoon but looked worse that evening. He wasn’t sure where John, Lafayette and Hercules were, because they were typically already by Alex’s side hours before thunder starts rolling. Alexander was currently sitting up in his bed, messy hair all over his face, tears brimming as he checks the weather on his phone. He decides that going to The Revolutionary Set Minus One’s dorm would be the best decision, seeing as the little do not disturb signal was next to the group chat. He didn’t really care though, so he sent the guys a quick ‘where are you didn’t you check the weather’ text and got out of bed.


Alexander picked up a black Twenty Øne Piløts T-shirt off the ground and put it on. It was a little big, going past his hips and ending about halfway down his red gym shorts. Alex picked up his phone and puts it in his shorts’ pocket, but doesn’t bother putting on shoes while he jog-runs down the hallway to Laf, John, and Herc’s dorm.

To Alexander’s horror, he arrives at the Revolutionary Set’s dorm and on the door, below a sign that reads ‘Revolutionary Set -Alex’, there’s a post it note that reads ‘Gone fishing for women’. That’s immensely ironic because John is gay as fuck and Lafayette and Hercules are practically married, even though they aren’t even dating….yet.  Alex considers heading to his sisters’ dorms, and it seems like a good idea until he realizes he would have to walk outside, into the storm, to get to his sisters’ dorms so that’s a definite no. A loud crack of thunder draws Alex out of his stance in front of Revolutionary Set’s dorm and brings him back to reality. Before he knows it tears are dangerously close to spilling from his eyes and he sprints back to his dorm in fear of having memories resurface.

He rushes into his dorm room with a flurry, slamming the door shut and leaning against it to support himself, with tears still threatening to from his eyes, and notices that Jefferson, his dorm mate, was at his desk observing Alexander’s’ erratic behavior. He wasn’t there when Alexander left. How long did Alex stand in front of the Revo Set’s dorm? Alexander was creeped out for a second, but remembered that Jefferson and Alexander were unfortunately assigned the same dorm. They were Columbia’s well known arch rivals. Some say they hated each other out of jealousy, some say for challenge, and rumors go round that its sexual tension. ‘If they weren’t enemies they’d be lovers’. What kind of disgustingly cliche crap is that? Jefferson coughs to catch Alex’s attention, because at the moment, random space had preoccupied him.  Before Alexander can explain himself for the commotion, Jefferson asks a very important question that  neither of them can answer.


“Why aren’t you with the rest of the gremlins?” Alexander stopped and thought for a second, realizing that out of the year and a half he’s known Jefferson, and 6 months he’s lived with him, Jefferson has come to notice he spends storm days with the Revolutionary set.

“I-I actually-y honestly don’t know actually. They left-t a note saying-g that they went to go 'fish for women’”. Alex’s voice shook a bit due to the buzz of emotions. Alex prayed to everything good and holy, like Doritos, that Thomas didn’t notice the unsteady quality in his voice. It would make him seem weak and vulnerable. That’s the last thing Alex wanted an enemy to witness. He still stood in the awkward position of leaning against the door as if he was trying to keep someone out. Alex refused to make eye contact with Jefferson, who was still sitting on his magenta velvet covered sheets across the room. Alex expected Jefferson to not speak again, seeing as he got his answer, but Jefferson said something that Alex took the wrong way.

“Those fuckers.”

Alex paused for a moment. Of course Jefferson wouldn’t want to be around a sniveling crying mess like Hamilton. Alexander turned and started reaching for the door handle.
“I g-get if you d-don’t want to deal with me. I-I’ll walk over to my sisters-”
Once again, Jefferson had surprised Alex. When Alex had turned the doorknob halfway, someone’s hand met his shoulder. Alexander jumped a little at the contact, and turned sharply to see Jefferson standing behind him.

“No no you don’t have to do that. I’m just a little annoyed that your support group went to go get shit faced when they knew you would need them tonight. And I am NOT letting you walk in the rain.“
Thomas was smiling sweetly by now, giving Alexander a warm, fluttering feeling in his chest. Like butterflies. But don’t you only get butterflies around people you like though? And Alex didn’t like his pompous pringle of a roommate, even if he did have a flattering figure and an amazing face- wait a second.


Alexander decided to speak up after a few seconds of silence. “So what are we g-gonna do about-t i-it?” And as if on cue, more thunder rumbled a little bit louder this time, making Alex submit to water in his eyes, letting out a small whimper as the tears rolled down his face.

“Well I’m going to do this.” Jefferson scooped Alexander into his arms, bridal style. Alexander yet out an embarrassing squeak, surprised by being picked up.

“You’re a lot lighter than I expected to be, Hamilton. You need to eat sometimes.”

Jefferson easily strode over to Alex’s bed, and set Hamilton down carefully.

Alexander was reminded of his self hate towards his body, something he developed when he was still with Lee. Alex mumbled something, thinking Jefferson wouldn’t hear him.

“Charles likes- liked me when I’m when I’m skinny.”

Thomas was confused about this ‘Charles’ character, so he just said the first thing that came in his mind.

“Well, Charles sounds like a real dick.” This got a giggle out of Alexander, a small, but real one.

Thomas walked over to his own bed and got an idea. He scooped up his computer and crossed the room, back to Alexander’s bed.

“Can I sit next to you?” Jefferson asked Alex in a soft voice. Alex nodded his head, sat up, and moved over a bit to give Jefferson some space to sit. Jefferson plopped down on Hamilton’s bed, sitting on top of the covers.

“What kinda stuff do you like to watch? You seem like a horror and science fiction documentary kinda guy if I’ve ever seen one.” Jefferson was practically on the dot with that assumption. Alex loved creepy shows, most of them in the form of documentaries like the X-Files and Making A Murder. He decided he didn’t want anything real or scary at the moment, so Thomas started playing a random episode of parks and rec. They were watching the show peacefully until a crack of lightning illuminated the room in a ghostly white, and then a shocking boom of thunder trailing it afterwards.

Alex jumped and a sob escaped his lips, letting more tears flow. Thomas moved closer to Alexander until Alexander was almost sitting on his lap. Thomas leaned over the side of Alex’s bed and picked up a green fleece blanket from off the floor, and wrapped it around Alexander and himself. Alexander leaned into Thomas, probably aiming for the shoulder, but the height difference had other plans so he ended up leaning on the side of Thomas’ chest. Alexander thought that Jefferson was going to push him off, but instead Jefferson leaned into Hamilton right back and wrapped an arm around his middle. They sat like this for a good thirty minutes, and Thomas was wondering if Alexander was getting sleepy of if he was already asleep. His unspoken question was answered.

Why not anon? Also I did both if you don’t mind :D  Hoooo boy, this is very long, brace yourself!


Ruki Headcanons:

  • After being together for a while Ruki memorized how Yui likes her tea and Yui memorized how Ruki likes his coffee. Often times when Ruki’s stressed he ends up randomly making tea for Yui. Watching her enjoy drinking calms him.
  • While getting ready for an outing its not uncommon for Ruki to barge in yui’s room last minute to do her makeup. He ignores her protests. She dating da best so she gotta be da best.
  • The closer they get in the relationship(and especially when they get married) Ruki stops calling her ‘Livestock’ and starts using her actual name a lot. Yui still blushes cause he sounds so smooth.
  • When he goes shopping he only brings Yui cause he is not keeping her with his brothers. Plus, he wants her to be by his side as much as possible. (And she doesn’t pile up random stuff into the cart like some people*Cough*Kou&Yuma*Cough*)
  • Once they were all invited to a halloween costume party, and while they were discussing costumes, Yui jokingly suggested Ruki’d look good as an angel. Long story short Yuma and Kou took this seriously and bought Ruki a full angel set costume(the wings, halo, everything) and forced him to wear it. “Oh, was this your idea, livestock? Well, as punishment, you must wear one too.” After the party he swore to never make food for them again until they had takeout every day for a week and he snapped.
  • On rainy days Yui sneaks up on Ruki and before he can react bundles him up in a blanket, brings him a cup of hot chocolate and cuddles up next to him so they can watch the rain together. Its a nice, quiet ‘together’ time for them both.
  • On lazy days, Yui lays her head on Ruki’s lap as he reads out loud to her while she drifts off to sleep.
  • The mukami’s started taking extra care of Yui (making sure she ate enough, wear her coat while its cold outside) when she got sick for the first time. Because when Ruki found out, all hell broke loose- he was constantly running around the mansion, making sure her room was heated, and she had enough blankets and that she took her medicine and drank all the soup he made her. Against their and yui’s protests, he overworked himself to the point where he had to rest for a few days. They don’t want a repeat of that.
  • When they’re out on a date on more than one occasion has Ruki given her his jacket. Yui once told him she’s cold on purpose when she saw a group of girls eyeing Ruki. She smirked at her plan as they took the hint and left.

Yuma Headcanons:

  • Naps are not uncommon for Yuma, especially after a day of hard labor. But if Yui takes a nap she won’t be able to sleep at night, so they make themselves comfortable as he snuggles on her lap while she reads a book and plays with his hair.
  • Yuma has the craziest bed hair in the morning, and Yui won’t let him leave the room until she’s fully combed it.
  • When it’s that time of the month, Yuma always makes sure Yui takes her iron pills and is always warm and well fed and cuddled. One time, when he came back in from gardening he found her laying down on the kitchen floor with a bowl of chocolates and strawberries, crying through a mouthful. He sighed as he layed down beside her and she cuddled up to him.

“What the matter, sow?”

“The strawberries… don’t have… chocolate on them..” She sniffled

Yuma sighed and rubbed her back. “Alright sow, don’t worry, I’ll melt the chocolates and we can dip the strawberries in em, deal? Now stop your crying, your face is getting as red as my tomatoes!”

  • Yuma grows all of Yui’s favorite fruits and vegetables and has a spot in his garden for her favorite flowers.
  • He gets low key jealous whenever she uses store bought fruits and veggies in the dishes she makes and won’t talk to her about it until she makes something using stuff from his garden and apologizes.

“Yuma, whats wrong?”

“Ah, nothin really. But y’know, I bet that tart tasted real good even without the fruits from my garden, right? I’m sure the store provides better stuff than what I grow but who knows~?”

*Yui mentally facepalms* JFC Yuma there’s no need to be so shady-

  • Umbrellas are hard to share when its raining cause Yuma’s too tall and the rain would still hit Yui. But Yui’s too short and Yuma would have to walk crouching awkwardly. So the only solution(to yuma lol) is to have yui hide in his jacket while he holds the umbrella.
  • After a hard day of work they sit on the steps overlooking the garden and eat popsicles to cool down while they dried. (They ended up hosing each other so Ruki gave them some popsicles and wouldn’t let them in the house until they’re dry)
  • Yuma doesnt notice when his clothes rip while gardening but Yui does and is always ready to make sure they’re mended.
  • After a fight with kou, Yuma always locks himself up in his room for a while. After he’s cooled down enough, Yui knocks on his door holding a tray with mugs of hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and some warm cookies she baked. Yuma cuddles with her for a while before ranting about Kou and eating the stuff she made him.
  • Sometimes they tell Ruki that they’re going to walk home from school today and to not wait up for them. They like to walk home together as it often gives them a chance to spend time together and talk or simply enjoy each others silent company after a long day. The walk usually ends with Yuma carrying Yui piggyback style.
  • As they get farther into the relationship, Yuma makes efforts as to not call her Sow, and try something else like ‘Sugar’ or ‘Flower’. Yui thought it was sweet but both agreed that it was cringe-worthy so they just settled on ‘Yui’.

anonymous asked:

Some post battle (like any random battle) solangelo where Nico is stabbed badly in the stomach or something and Will being Will and like they're still in the early stages of their relationship sooo maybe some nightmares for Nico and Will taking such good care of him. Ugh I know there are like 50000 other solangelo fics on similar lines but it's been 37485 years since I read some good solangelo so pretty pls? I'll totally understand if you don't wanna though, you're great, thanks xD

Hi :) Thank you, it means a lot to me. Sorry it took me this long to write. I haven’t read a single Solangelo fic (yet) in my life, so I went purely by my knowledge of the characters and by their relationship in the books and the stuff I read about them here. I hope you’ll like it:)

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anonymous asked:

hey:) im new to the bts army. So far I've been watching bunch of videos about them and like reading anything that can help me get to know them better. What else should I know about them or what types of videos should I watch so I can catch up??? Thx :)

hey there!! welcome to the fandom! its a pretty wild time here but also super fun and i hope you’ve been having a good time with bts so far!! 

bts video and show recs under the cut!!

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Another Year

Another Year by doodlebuglester

Genre: Reality, Fluff

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Dan realizes that even the most cliché of songs can have some merit. (AKA the cheesy birthday fic based off the song “7 Years” by Lukas Graham.)

A/N: This is my first fic and I’m actually extremely nervous to upload this, as I’ve had this unfinished draft sitting on my laptop for literal months. I was originally going to write this back in October as an anniversary fic, since the timing literally could not have been more perfect, but I couldn’t finish it in time. And here I am with a new and improved birthday fic!! (Three days late isn’t so bad.)

If you could tell me what you think, give feedback, etc. I would really appreciate it, thanks!! :) 



Dan’s brow furrowed in concentration, his eyes narrowing at the pan on the stove. He gripped the handle, and in one swift movement, he flipped the pancake perfectly. He grinned and set the pan back down onto the stove and glanced at the clock. 

8:45 AM. The things I do for Phil Lester, he thought, shaking his head softly.

He turned his attention to his phone on the counter and unlocked it, setting a random playlist on shuffle. He held back a groan as 7 Years, possibly one of the cheesiest and most overplayed songs of 2016, quietly began to play. He bought the song as a joke while on the American leg of TATINOF, and has yet to delete it from their library.

He shrugged and let it be, knowing the pancakes were more important. Unwillingly, his head began to subtly bob up and down to the beat, his fingers tapping the counter in time with the music. The lyrics started, and although Dan hated to admit it, the song captured the feeling of nostalgia perfectly.


The time following their last TATINOF show back in December was one of reflection for Dan. Everything they’d achieved together, everything they’d been through over the past seven years had led to where they were. The realization that Phil was almost thirty, was a little odd. It wasn’t harsh enough for him to be thrown into another quarter-life crisis, but it made him think. He’d seen their viewers posting every once in a while about how Phil literally watched Dan grow up. And as surreal as that is, Dan did the same thing. Sure, Phil didn’t go through any last-minute growth spurts in the last seven years, but he’s seen Phil blossom not only as a YouTuber, but also as a person.

“Seven years,” Dan said randomly one morning. Phil glanced over at Dan, then paused the television. He set down his cereal and turned to Dan questioningly. “We’ve been together for seven years. And you’re almost thirty.” Phil nodded slowly. “It’s just…weird to me. Time is weird.” Dan finished.

Phil’s brow furrowed. “What’s this about?”

Dan blinked and finally looked over to Phil. “I don’t really know. I guess I’ve just been thinking about this stuff a lot lately. We just finished the biggest adventure of our lives, and we’ve both come so far, and… I dunno. It all seems so surreal to me.”

The corner of Phil’s mouth turned up in a small smile. “I get that.” There was a lull in the conversation. The silence was comfortable and familiar, and at last Phil returned to eating his cereal.

After a few minutes, Phil spoke again, “I’m glad I could spend it with you. I’m glad we met.” Dan looked over, taken by surprise. Phil looked back at him with a smile. Dan returned it and said,

“Me too. Thanks for putting up with me.” Phil laughed, his grin wide and and eyes crinkled.

Dan shook his head and returned his thoughts to making breakfast. He slid the pancake off the pan and onto the plate beside it, beginning a stack. He poured more batter onto the pan and continued cooking.

The song continued as soft background noise, and Dan closed his eyes, letting the music wash over him. He could feel the serene quiet of the flat, this one little moment of calm unbreakable. The song started to reach its crescendo, and Dan was thrust into another memory, one from years ago that could never be forgotten.

The train seat was uncomfortable, and the compartment a bit too chilly. He was nervously bouncing his leg up and down, tossing his phone back and forth between his hands. It buzzed again, and he swiftly unlocked his phone.

Phil: I’ll be looking out for you! :D

Dan took another deep breath and sent back a quick reply.

Dan: Me too! Is it bad that I feel a bit nervous?

He locked his phone and glanced out the window, watching the trees blur together with the sky. His phone buzzed again, and he turned away from the window to check it.

Phil: Not at all! I am a bit as well to be honest ;p

Dan looked up as an announcement came through the train car, “Attention passengers, we will be arriving in Manchester Piccadilly Station in fifteen minutes.” The message repeated, but Dan wasn’t paying attention.

He spent this time gathering his bearings and soon enough, he looked out the window to see the train pulling into the station. It slowed to a stop, and the passengers around him began gathering their luggage and exiting the train. Dan stood up and followed the crowd, stepping down onto the concrete platform. He moved a little further into the crowd, and stopped. Business workers rushed past him, the people around him starting to blur. His mind was fuzzy, and he looked around before shaking his head to clear his thoughts.

Dan began to look around for a familiar mop of messy black hair.

“Dan!” Dan turned at the sound of his name, eyes wide, and looked around.

“Dan!” It was louder this time, closer. He turned the other way and saw Phil squeezing past the hoards of people. Dan didn’t have time to think before he grinned and ran forward to meet Phil. They both slowed as they reached each other, and Dan’s grip on his bag tightened. He saw Phil swallow before wrapping his arms around Dan, hugging him tight. Dan laughed and hugged back, wondering why he’d been so nervous.

They finally separated and Dan took in a breath. “God, you’re actually real.” He said, his voice a little above a whisper. Phil laughed, sticking his tongue out a little.

“And you’re not just pixels on a Skype call,” Phil responded, his eyes shining with mirth. Dan rolled his eyes and leaned into Phil again. He grinned as Phil grabbed his hand to pull him out of the station and into the city.

“Soon we’ll be thirty years old, our songs have been sold, we’ve traveled around the world and we’re still roaming.” Dan opened his eyes and looked over to his phone on the countertop. He smiled to himself, the lyrics bittersweet.

“It’s true, y’know. We’ve accomplished quite a lot together, haven’t we?” Said a voice from the doorway.

Dan spun around, almost hitting his arm on the counter. “Fuck, you scared me. What are you doing up this early?” Dan asked, his heart still racing.

Phil yawned, his glasses sliding down his nose. He pushed them back up and stepped into the kitchen. “I got cold without you there.” Dan laughed, a blush appearing on his cheeks.

“You missed me,” he teased, turning back to the stove to finish the pancakes. Phil’s chin came to rest on his shoulder, only making his smile wider. Phil slowly moved to brew his coffee, silently moving around behind Dan. They were quiet for a few more minutes, Dan’s phone playing through two songs before either of them spoke again.

When Dan had finished up the last pancake, he turned around to face Phil and leaned in for a kiss. Their noses bumped and they both had morning breath, but it was still perfect. It didn’t last long, and when Phil leaned back, he was smiling.

“Happy birthday.” Dan murmured, smiling gently. Phil returned it, and moved to grab silverware from the drawer.

“By the way,” Phil started, setting the cutlery down onto the plate, “I meant what I said earlier about the song.” Dan picked up the plate and raised an eyebrow at him. “Play the song again,” Phil told him.

Dan narrowed his eyes in confusion, but grabbed his phone off the counter anyways. He tapped the screen a few times before a familiar tune filtered out through the phone’s speakers. They brought their breakfast into the lounge along with Dan’s phone, which they set off to the side.

“Be right back,” Dan said, going back to the kitchen to check if Phil’s coffee was ready. Phil yawned again, waiting for Dan to come back. Dan returned with two steaming mugs of coffee, setting one in front of Phil. Dan finally sat back down and grabbed his fork. He and Phil both ate the first pancake quickly, the music soft in the background until-

“Wait, wait. I think this is it- listen to the song.” Phil said, quickly swallowing his mouthful. He hummed along quietly as Dan turned his ear toward the phone.

“Soon we’ll be thirty years old, our songs have been sold, we’ve traveled around the world and we’re still roaming. Soon we’ll be thirty years old.” The line was familiar, and Dan nodded once, thinking. He understood, and everything in the verse had quite literally happened to them: Here Phil was, turning thirty. They had not only written two best-selling books together, but also produced their own original song. They’d traveled the world together, and they weren’t even nearly done adventuring yet. Heck, even the name of the song was relevant, Dan realised, having spent the past seven years with Phil.

He blinked. The song was nearly over, and Dan looked up at Phil, who had been patiently waiting. Phil’s expression mirrored his own, nostalgia blatant in his face. Their eyes said, I love you, their smiles said, thank you, and their kisses said, here’s to many more.

anonymous asked:

Thank you for answering my question about Germany! The reason I asked about Goths was because it seems to me that it has the largest Goth population, like there are festivals etc. and most Goth people I've encountered on internet are from Germany. I heard soccer is VERY big in Germany. Why is that? And could you please tell more about food or education system or what life is generally like in Germany (I suppose it wouldn't be too different from other countries but still). Thanks! ❤️❤️❤️

That goth thing surprises me a lot because i’ve never heard of it but it’s possible? But let’s start with some German stuff. It’s almost midnight here so I’m sorry if this is not as eloquent as it could be. 

Soccer Football: YES. It’s big here, mostly because it’s actually something we’re successful in. I’d say it’s on the same level as American football is in the US? We have the Bundesliga with several teams competing internationally, and of course the national team who are the current world champions. The world cup is also the only appropriate time ever to have German flags at your home or literally anywhere else. You can collect little stickers of the national team, and we have “public viewings” in the streets and in restaurants where people meet up just to watch the game together on the big screen. We had those in the auditorium of our high school! Everyone met up at school and watched the game together, it was awesome. Things like the Fanmeile in Berlin are good examples of football culture. 

Food: You have no idea how tired I am of people thinking we only eat sausages and sauerkraut or some shit. The last time i’ve eaten a sausage was like 7 years ago, and i only know two people who actually like sauerkraut (me included, but I’m an exception i think). You CAN eat sausages, but I wouldn’t say we eat them drastically more than other people?? We eat pizza and pasta and rice and all other things just like anyone else. You can of course eat traditional  “Hausmannskost”if you want, but only my grandma still makes that on a regular basis. There’s a book called “German Cooking Today” which can give you an insight into that if you want. I actually think there are way more “traditional” pastries than meals that are actually frequently consumed by Germans - Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte, Pfannkuchen, Bienenstich, Donauwelle.. That’s my subjective impression though, it might not actually be like that everywhere.

Education system: Every single one of the 16 states has its own education system, and it makes me want to cry on a regular basis when i try to revise for my education exams. You either go to school with 5 or 6 years, you have primary school for 4 or 6 years, then either 6 or 7 years of secondary school (or if you only had 4 years of primary, 8 or 9 years), there are two or three or four or more kinds of different secondary schools all with different exams, you can leave school after grade 10 or grade 12 or grade 13 (if you have a grade 13), and depending on which school you went to you can go to uni or not. And if you can, you still have to have the right grades for it (at least no one cares about extracurriculars here). But everything’s free, so I’m not complaining too much. Personally, I went to school with 6, had 6 years of primary, 6 years of secondary, finished with the Abitur and went straight to uni. The biggest difference to the US, in my opinion, is that there’s no real “school culture” - no dress code, hardly anyone has uniforms, no real teams or mottos or school colours or whatever. We just go there at 8, have some lessons, and are back at 3 or 4pm (mostly - earlier if you’re younger). Also, I have never participated in extracurricular school activities ever except from 6 miserable month in our choir, because no one gives a shit at school what you’re doing in your free time, and universities don’t care because stuff like that is not included in the applications. We also don’t have things like debate club or marching bands (though that’s a wild concept imo), we have choirs and if you’re lucky an orchestra. Extracurriculars are mostly for younger kids who need to be entertained after school hours - apart from choir and orchestra out of sheer loyalty, none of my classmates participated in any extracurricular activity after grade 9. It might be different in other schools or states though? (Also, basically everyone goes to public schools and there’s absolutely no stigma around them in general, just against very specific schools that might have a bad rep.) Also, everyone learns two foreign languages in school (not always with the greatest success, but there should be no one who hasn’t at least had five years of English classes). 

What life is like: Pretty good I’d say. 

  • We recycle a lot. I constantly explain to exchange students at my uni what the colours of the bins mean, haha. (Blue is paper, grey is general, yellow is plastic, plus three different glass containers for green, white, and brown glass.) 
  • We also get 25 cents for each plastic bottle we return to the store, and it’s become kind of a second national sport to collect them. 
  • We complain about our trains and that they’re always late, but I think in comparison to other countries they’re extremely punctual most of the time and we just have high standards. 
  • I was very taken aback when I found out that so many people hate sparkling water. I mostly drink still water, but sparkling water is amazing. If you order water here, you’ll get sparkling water, so be prepared. 
  • It is probably true that Germany drink more beer than others, but you can’t ask me because I don’t drink any. 
  • Don’t open the following discourses: Nutella, Pfannkuchen, Viertel/Dreiviertel
  • We have elections this September! I don’t think the results are gonna be very life-changing but I’m still excited because it’ll be my first nationwide election that I’m able to vote in. If you want to know more about elections, tell me, but I don’t want this post to get too long. 

This is quite a random assortment of facts or statements haha but I hope it was what you were looking for? Again, I’m really tired right now so I might edit this tomorrow and rephrase some of the more blunt statements haha but I hope this helped! 

Creepypasta #666 (Part 2): Abandoned By Disney

HERE WE GO

Story length: Super long

Some of you may have heard that the Disney corporation is responsible for at least one real, “live” Ghost Town.

Disney built the “Treasure Island” resort in Baker’s Bay in the Bahamas. It didn’t START as a ghost town! Disney’s cruise ships would actually stop at the resort and leave tourists there to relax in luxury.

This is a FACT. Look it up.

Disney blew $30,000,000 on the place… yes, thirty million dollars.

Then they abandoned it.

Disney blamed the shallow waters (too shallow for their ships to safely operate) and there was even blame cast on the workers, saying that since they were from the Bahamas, they were too lazy to work a regular schedule.

That’s where the factual nature of their story ends. It wasn’t because of sand, and it obviously wasn’t because “foreigners are lazy”. Both are convenient excuses.

No, I sincerely doubt those reasons were legitimate. Why don’t I buy the official story?

Because of Mowgli’s Palace.

Near the beachside city of Emerald Isle in North Carolina, Disney began construction of “Mowgli’s Palace” in the late 1990s. The concept was a Jungle-themed resort with a large, you guessed it, PALACE in the center of the whole thing.

If you’re unfamiliar with the character of Mowgli, then you might better remember the story “The Jungle Book”. If you haven’t seen it anywhere else, you’d know it as the Disney cartoon from decades past.

Mowgli is an abandoned child, in the jungle, essentially raised by animals and simultaneously threatened/pursued by other animals.

Mowgli’s Palace was a controversial undertaking from the start. Disney bought up a ton of high-priced land for the project, and there was actually a scandal surrounding some of the purchases. The local Government claimed “eminent domain” on people’s homes, then turned around and sold the properties to Disney. At one point a home that had just been constructed was immediately condemned with little to no explanation.

The land grabbed by the Government was supposedly for some fictional highway project. Knowing full well what was going on, people started calling it “Mickey Mouse Highway”.

Then there was the concept art. A group of stuffed shirts from Disney Co. actually held a city meeting. They intended to sell everyone on how lucrative this project was going to be for everyone. When they showed the concept art, this gigantic Indian Palace… surrounded by JUNGLE… staffed with men and women in loincloths and tribal gear… well, suffice to say everyone flipped their shit.

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Phan: Of Streets and Strangers

Written for the PBB 2016.

Dan discovers a street that he swears hasn’t been there the day before, and he discovers a man stumbling out of the street unlike any man he’s ever met before. Intrigued by the odd happenings that no one else around him seems to notice, he befriends the man and discovers that not everything in this world is quite like it seems. 

Wordcount: 10,404
TW: Unreality, thoughts about mental illness, short mention of war, nonconsensual kissing
Artist: @fanficfanart (@obsessed-not-possessed
Beta: @natskindacrisis
A/N: It’s finally time to post my PBB 2016 story. :D I’ve had the opportunity to work with @obsessed-not-possessed who made beautiful art for the story and @natskindacrisis who was an amazing beta and I’m so glad I did, they are absolutely lovely people and I really enjoyed working with them! So thank you guys. 💚 The idea for this story is based on a Weird fiction story called Reports of Certain Events in London by China Miéville. If you ever read that story, you’ll immediately see where I got the idea for this one from. It’s a great read if you have a few minutes to spare. So this is pretty different from the other stuff I usually write and was great to try out for once! Gentle reminder that this story will deal with unreality a lot. If that is something that makes you uncomfortable or causes anxiety, you may want to skip this story to better be safe than sorry. Hope you enjoy. :) x

LINK TO ART by fanficfanart (obsessed-not-possessed


Dan knows the way to work like the back of his hand. It’s a fifteen-minute-long walk that he takes almost every day from his flat to that dingy diner he works at. He’s been walking this route for months now. So clearly he must be going insane or maybe he’s overworked, because there’s suddenly a new street he passes on his way home. It’s 2 a.m. and he’s tired. If he were drunk, he’d blame it on that; surely this street he’s seeing all of a sudden is just an illusion. It’s enticing, he feels like it pulls him in, calls him to enter unknown terrain. But when he tries to bring his legs to walk in that direction, it feels like he’s standing face first against a wall and can’t take another step forward. Dan shakes his head and continues his way back home, ready for a shower, as he smells of greasy cooking oil. He can’t wait to get in bed.

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anonymous asked:

can you please do a taohun gif spam with your favorite taohun moments :') //puppy eyes

anon…. do you know what you have done… i’m in so much pain after looking for all these pictures….. just a warning: there will be a shit-ton of gifs. a lot of them. also you get my commentary on the side bc how could i share my fave moments without telling why they’re my favourites.

anyway, here we go!

star splash was amazing. not the part where tao cried after his family obviously (it was horrible i might’ve cried too) but everything else was great. (tao’s very flattering diving outfit also.)

  • okay so the first moment comes here: tao makes a successful jump and you can see how relieved sehun is. suho is there like “thumbs up son that went well i’m glad i paid the diving instructor a little extra“ meanwhile sehun looks like he’s going to collapse from relief.

  • then the iconic moment when suho thinks tao is going to hug him but sehun goes n o p e and pulls tao to himself.

  • here’s another angle (not a gif but i don’t discriminate based on image format)

oh man. moving on! the 13th music billboard annual festival was also absolutely terrible

  • look at this fucking sunshine dweeb waving please both of you focus on the things you’re supposed to be focusing on.

  • then there’s tao, smiling like a goddamn dumbo. please leave.

i’m going to put the rest under a read more~

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Q&A Spotlight: Adam J. Kurtz

We have been inspired by the go-gettingness and productivity of this endlessly witty and insightful fellow known as Adam J. Kurtz whose book journals help keep us on track, motivated, and well . . constantly smiling!   In 2016, he was named one of PRINT Magazine’s “15 Under 30” New Visual Artists, and his first publication –1 Page at a Time: A Daily Creative Companion– has been translated into fifteen languages!  

We recently caught up with Adam to learn about how he came up with some of his massively popular book journals including his latest one– Pick Me Up – and about his recent in-store events at Vans retail shops in Boston, New York, and Wilmington.  Not only will you be inspired by his publications, but also by his personality, charm, and experiences in this Q&A. 

Photo credit: Ty Crawford | Images courtesy of the artist

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the-trinket-witch  asked:

I haven't seen anything previously about Let'sPlay!Yug AU, except for the anon ask and reply-but man do I really love that idea (what other aspects of this AU can you elaborate on? Does Yugi/everyone duel online for their channels or do they play regular games (the idea of Jounouchi being a horror-game LPer is fantastic) I need to be satiated with headcanons and AU's for my first favorite show!

Hello!! And thank you. Hhhm let’s see. I’m bad at explaining things so we’ll see how far I can go. Also I’d be happy to see what people could add if they want to

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Creepypasta #166: Abandoned By Disney

TIME FOR A CLASSIC!

Some of you may have heard that the Disney corporation is responsible for at least one real, “live” Ghost Town.

Disney built the “Treasure Island” resort in Baker’s Bay in the Bahamas. It didn’t START as a ghost town! Disney’s cruise ships would actually stop at the resort and leave tourists there to relax in luxury.

This is a FACT. Look it up.

Disney blew $30,000,000 on the place… yes, Thirty Million Dollars.

Then they abandoned it.

Disney blamed the shallow waters (too shallow for their ships to safely operate) and there was even blame cast on the workers, saying that since they were from the Bahamas, they were too lazy to work a regular schedule.

That’s where the factual nature of their story ends. It wasn’t because of sand, and it obviously wasn’t because “foreigners are lazy”. Both are convenient excuses.

No, I sincerely doubt those reasons were legitimate. Why don’t I buy the official story?

Because of Mowgli’s Palace.

Near the beachside city of Emerald Isle in North Carolina, Disney began construction of “Mowgli’s Palace” in the late 1990s. The concept was a Jungle-themed resort with a large, you guessed it, PALACE in the center of the whole thing.

If you’re unfamiliar with the character of Mowgli, then you might better rememeber the story “The Jungle Book”. If you haven’t seen it anywhere else, you’d know it as the Disney cartoon from decades past.

Mowgli is an abandoned child, in the jungle, essentially raised by animals and simultaniously threatened/pursued by other animals.

Mowgli’s Palace was a controversial undertaking from the start. Disney bought up a ton of high-priced land for the project, and there was actually a scandal surrounding some of the purchases. The local Government claimed “eminent domain” on people’s homes, then turned around and sold the properties to Disney. At one point a home that had just been constructed was immediately condemned with little to no explanation.

The land grabbed by the Government was supposedly for some fictional highway project. Knowing full well what was going on, people started calling it “Mickey Mouse Highway”.

Then there was the concept art. A group of stuffed shirts from Disney Co. actually held a city meeting. They intended to sell everyone on how lucrative this project was going to be for everyone. When the showed the concept art, this gigantic Indian Palance… surrounded by JUNGLE… staffed with men and women in loincloths and tribal gear… well, suffice to say everyone flipped their shit.

We’re talking about a large Indian Palace, Jungle, and Loincloths not only in the center of a relatively wealthy area, but also a somewhat “xenophobic” area of the southern USA. It was a questionable mix at that point in history.

One member of the crowd tried to storm the stage, but he was quickly subdued by security after he managed to break one of the presentation boards over his knee.

Disney took that community and essentially broke it over its knee, as well. The houses were razed, the land was cleared, and there wasn’t a damned thing anyone could do or say about it. Local TV and Newspapers were against the resort at the beginning, but some insane connection between Disney’s media holdings and the local venues came into play and their opinions turned on a dime.

So anyway, Treasure Island, the Bahamas. Disney sunk those millions in and then split. The same thing happened with Mowgli’s Palace.

Construction was complete. Visitors actually stayed at the resort. The surrounding communities were flooded with traffic and the ususal annoyances associated with an influx of lost and irate tourists.

Then it all just stopped.

Disney shut it down and nobody knew what the Hell to think. But they were pretty happy about it. Disney’s loss was pretty hilarious and wonderful to a large group of folks who didn’t want this in the first place.

I honestly didn’t give the place another thought since hearing it closed over a decade ago. I live maybe four hours from Emarald Isle, so really I only heard the rumblings and didn’t experience any of it first-hand.

Then I read this article from someone who had explored the Treasure Island resort and posted a whole blog about all the crazy shit he found there. Stuff just… left behind. Things smashed, defaced, probably ruined by the disgruntled former employees who had lost their jobs.

Hell, the locals from all around probably had a hand in wrecking that place. People there felt just as angry about Treasure Island as folks here did about Mowgli’s Palace.

Plus there were rumors that Disney had released their aquarium “stock” into the local waters when they closed… including sharks.

Who wouldn’t want to take a few swings at some merchandise after that?

Well, what I’m getting at is that this blog about Treasure Island got me thinking. Even though many years had passed since its closing, I figured it might be cool to do some “Urban Exploration” at Mowgli’s Palace. Take some photos, write about my experience, and probably see if there was anything I could take home as a memento.

I’m not going to say I wasted no time in getting there, because honestly it took me another year after I first found that Treasure Island article to get around to going up to Emerald Isle.

Over the course of that year, I did a lot of research on the Palace resort… or rather, I tried to.

Naturally, no official Disney site or resource made any mention of the place. That had been scrubbed clean.

Even odder, however, was that nobody before myself had apparently thought to blog about the place or even post a photo. None of the local TV or Newspaper sites had one word about the place, though that was to be expected since they had all swung Disney’s way. They wouldn’t be out there lauding their embarassment, you know?

Recently, I learned that corporations can actually ask Google, for example, to remove links from search results… basically for no good reason. Looking back, it’s probably not that nobody spoke of the resort, but rather their words were made ineaccessible.

So in the end I could barely find the place. All I had to go on was an old-as-hell map I’d recieved in the mail back in the 90s. It was a promotional item sent out to people who had recently been to Disney world, and I guess since I had been there in the late 80s, that was “recent”.

I didn’t really intend to hang onto it. It just got shoved in with my books and comics from my childhood. I’d only remembered it months into my research, and even then it took me another few weeks to locate the storage bin my parents had shoved it all into.

But I DID find it. Locals were no help, as most were transplants who had moved to the beach in recent years… or old residents who just sneered at me and made rude gestures the second I managed to say “Where would I find Mowgli’s—”

The drive took me through an inordinately long corridor of overgrowth. Tropical plants that had run rampant and overpopulated the area mixed with the native species of flora that actually BELONGED there and had tried to reclaim the land.

I was in awe when I reached the front gates of the resort. Tremendous, monolithic wooden gates whose supports to either side looked like they must’ve been cut from giant sequoias. The gate itself had been gouged in several places by woodpeckers and eaten away at the base by burrowing insects.

Hanging on the gate was a sheet of metal, some random scrap, with hand-painted letters scrawled in black. “ABANDONED BY DISNEY”. Clearly the handiwork of some past local or an employee who wanted to make some small protest.

The gates were open enough to walk through, but not drive, so grabbing my digital camera and the map, whose flip-side showed a layout of the resort, I set off on foot.

The inner grounds of the place were just as overgrown as the entryway. Palm tree stood untended and ragged among piles of their own coconuts. Banana plants similarly stood in their own stinking, bug-riddled refuse. There was this sort of clash between order and chaos, as carefully planted rows of perrenial flowers mixed with obnoxious tall weeds and stinking, blackened mushrooms.

All that remained of any outdoor structures were broken, rotting wood and various charred bits of unidentifiable material. What was most likely an information booth or an outdoor bar was now simply a pile of assorted debrid chopped up by past vandalism and ravaged by weather.

The most interesting thing on the grounds was a statue of Baloo, the friendly bear from the Jungle Book, which stood in a sort of courtyard in front of the main building. He was frozen in a jovial wave toward no one, staring into empty space with a silly, toothy grin as bird shit covered whole swaths of his “fur” and vines ensnared his platform.

I approached the main building - the PALACE - only to find the outside of the building covered in grafitti where the orginal paint hadn’t peeled and chipped away. The front doors weren’t just open, they had been taken off their hinges and were stolen.

Above the front doors, or the gaping maw where they had been, someone had once again painted “ABANDONED BY DISNEY”.

I wish I could tell you about all the awesome stuff I saw inside the Palance. Forgotten statues, abandoned cash registers, a full-fledged secret society of homeless bums… but no.

The inside of the building was so stark, so bare, that I actually think people had stolen the moulding off the walls. Anything that was too big to steal… counters, desks, giant fake trees… they were all resting amid this empty echo chamber that amplified my every step like a slow rat-a-tat of a machine gun.

I checked the floorplan and headed to all the locations that might seem in any way interesting.

The kitchen was as you’d imagine… an industrial food prep area with all the appliances and space, no expenses spared. Every glass surface was broken, every door knocked off its hinges, every metal surface kicked and dented. The entire place smelled like very old piss.

The huge freezer, not even remotely cool now, had row upon row of empty shelf space. Hooks hung from the ceiling, probably for hanging cuts of meat, and as I stood inside for a momeny, I notced they were swinging.

Each hook swung in a random direction, but their movements were so slow and small that it was almost impossible to see. I figured it had been caused by my footsteps, so I stopped one from swinging by clutching it in my fist, then carefully letting go, but within seconds it started to swing once more.

The public bathrooms were in much the same state as the rest of the place. Just like the treasure island resort, someone had methodically smashed each porcelain commode with coconuts and other impliments. There was about a half inch of rancid, stinking stagnant water on the floor, so I didn’t stay there very long.

What’s odd is that the toilets and the sinks (and the bidets in the ladies’ room, yes I went there) all dripped, leaked, or just ran freely. It seemed to me that they should’ve shut the water off long, LONG ago.

There were plenty of rooms in the resort, but naturally I didn’t have time to look through them all. The few I did peer into were similarly wrecked, and I didn’t expect to find anything there. I thought there was actually a television or radio in one room, as I really think I heard a quiet conversation coming out.

Though it was like a whisper, probably my own breathing echoing in the silence, or just another case of the sound of flowing water playing tricks on the mind, this is what it sounded like…

1: “I didn’t believe it.”

2: (short, unknown reply)

1: “I didn’t know that. I didn’t know that.”

2: “Your father told you.”

1: (unknown reply, or possibly just weeping.)

I know, I know, that sounds ridiculous. I’m just telling you what I experienced, why I thought there might’ve been something running in that room - or worse, some vagrants who had holed up there and probably would’ve knifed me.

At the front doors of the Palace again, I figured I hadn’t found anything of note and had wasted the trip up.

As I looked out the door, I noticed something interesting in the courtyard that I had apparently missed. Something that would give me at least ONE thing to show for all my trouble, even if it was just a photograph.

There as a lifelike statue of a python, maybe fifty feet long, coiled up and “sunning” itself on a pedestal right in the center of the area. It was almost time for the sun to start setting, so the light fell onto the object in the PERFECT way for a photograph.

I approached the python and snapped a photo. Then I stood on my toes and snapped another. I moved closer again to get the detail of its face.

Slowly, casually, the python lifted its head, looked directly into my eyes, turned, and slithered off the pedistal, across the grass, and into the trees.

All fifty feet of it. Its head long disappeared into the woods before its tail even left the sunning spot.

Disney had released all their exotic animals onto the grounds. Right there on my floorplan map was the “Reptile House”. I should have known. I’d read about the sharks at Treasure Isle, and I should have KNOWN they’d done this.

I was dumbfounded, just utterly stupefied. My mouth must’ve been hanging open for the longest time before I came back down to Earth and snapped it shut. I blinked a few times and backed away from where the snake had been, back toward the Palace.

Even though it was totally gone, I still wasn’t taking any chances and backed my way into the building.

It took a few deep breaths and slaps to my own face to get myself right in the head again after that.

I looked for a place to sit down, as my legs were feeling a bit like jelly at this point. Of course, there WAS no place to sit down unless I wanted to recline in the broken glass and dead leaf carpet or haul myself up onto a desk of questionable reliability.

I had seen some stairs near the Palace’s lobby and decided to go have a seat there until I felt better.

The staircase was far enough away from the front of the building to be relatively clean, save for a startling accumulation of dust. I pulled a wedge of metal off the wall, once again painted with the “ABANDONED BY DISNEY” motto I’d become accustomed to. I placed the wedge on the stairs and sat on it to keep at least somewhat clean.

The stairway led downward, below ground level. Using my camera flash as a sort of improvised flashlight, I could see that the stair case ended in a metal mesh door with a padlock. A sign on the door… a REAL sign… read “MASCOTS ONLY! THANK YOU!”.

This perked up my spirits a little bit, for two reasons. One, a Mascots-Only area would have definately had some interesting stuff back in the day… Two, the padlock was still in place. Nobody had gone down there. Not the vandals, not the looters, nobody.

This was the one place I could actually “explore” and perhaps find something interesting to photograph or wantonly steal. I had come to the Palace essentially agreeing with myself that it was okay to take anything I wanted because - hey - “abandoned”.

It didn’t take much to bust the lock. Well, actually that’s wrong. It didn’t take much to bust the metal plate on the wall that the padlock was hooked to. Time and decay had done most of the work for me, and I was able to bend the metal plate enough to pull the screws out of the wall - something nobody else had apparently thought of, or hadn’t been able to do at the time.

The Mascots-Only area was a startling and very welcomed change from the rest of the building I’d seen. For one, every second or third fluorescent light overhead was illuminated, even though they flickered and faded randomly. Also, nothing had been stolen or broken, even if age and exposure were definately taking their toll.

Tables had note pads and pens, there were clocks… even a punch-in clock on the wall complete with filled-out time cards. Chairs were scattered around and there was even a small break room with an old, static-filled television and long rotted-out food and drink on the counters.

It was like one of those post-apocalypse movies where everything is left in the state of evacuation.

As I walked the maze-like sub-basement hallways of the Mascots-Only area, the sights just became more and more interesting. As I went further, desks and tables were knocked over, papers scattered and almost melded with the damp floor, and a large carpet of mold was slowly overtaking the real rotting crimson floor-covering.

Everything was just sort of “squishy”. Anything wood disintegrated into mush when I applied even the least amount of force, and clothing items hanging on hooks in one of the rooms simply fell to moist threads if I tried to unhook them.

One thing that annoyed me was that the light was becoming more sparse and unreliable as I went further into the dank, suffocating depths of the place.

Eventually, I reached a black and yellow striped door with the words “CHARACTER PREP 1” stenciled on it.

The door wouldn’t open at first. I figured this was probably where the costumes were kept, and I definately wanted a photograph of that twisted, stinking mess. Try as I might, whatever angle or trick I tried, the door wouldn’t budge.

That is, until I gave up and started to walk away. That was when there was a slight popping sound and the door creaked open slowly.

Inside, the room was completely dark. Pitch black. I used the camera flash to look for a light switch on the wall by the door, but there was nothing.

As I made my search, I was jarred out of my sense of excitement by a loud electrical buzz. Rows of lights overhead suddenly flashed to life, flickering and fading in and out like the rest I had passed.

It took a second for my eyes to adjust, and it seemed like the light was going to just keep getting brighter until all the bulbs exploded… but just when I thought it would reach that critical stage, the lights dimmed a bit and steadied.

The room was exactly as I had pictured it. Various Disney costumes hung on the walls, fully put together like strange cartoon cadavers hung from invisible nooses.

There was an entire rack of loincloths and “native” clothes on hangers toward the back.

What I found odd, and what I wanted to photograph right away, was a Mickey Mouse costume at the center of the room. Unlike the other costumes, it was lying on its back in the center of the floor like a murder victim. The fur on the costume was rotten and shedding, creating bare patches.

What was even more odd, however, was the coloring of the costume. It was like a photo negative of the actual Mickey Mouse. Black where he should be white, and white where he should be black. His normally red pants were light blue.

The sight was off-putting enough that I actually postponed photographing the thing until last.

I took a picture of the costumes hanging on the walls. Upward angles, downward angles, side shots to show an entire row of frozen, putrid cartoon faces, some with plastic eyes missing.

Then I decided to stage a shot. Just one of the bedraggled character heads on the slick, grimy floor.

I reached for the headpiece of a Donald Duck costume and carefully removed it so the thing wouldn’t fall apart in my hands.

As I looked into the face of the wide-eyed, mouldering head, a loud clattering sound made me jump with fright.

I looked down at my feet, and there between my shoes was a human skull. It had fallen out of the mascot head and shattered into pieces at my feet, only the empty face and lower jaw remained, staring up at me.

I dropped the Duck head immediately, as you’d expect, and moved for the door. As I stood in the doorway, I looked back to the skull on the floor.

I had to take a picture of it, you know? I HAD to, for any number of reasons that may seem silly, but only if you don’t think it through.

I’d need proof of what happened, especially if Disney was going to somehow make this go away. I had no doubt in my mind, right from the start, that even if it was just gross negligence, Disney was RESPONSIBLE for this. THIS was why the resort had closed, and I was the only one outside Disney Co. who knew. ME.

That’s when Mickey, that photo negative, opposite-Mickey in the middle of the floor, started to get up.

First sitting up, then climbing to its feet, the Mickey Mouse costume… or whoever was inside of it, stood there at the center of the room, its fake face just starting directly at me as I mumbled “No…” over and over and over…

With shaking hands, a violently thrashing heart, and legs that had once again turned to jelly, I managed to lift the camera and aim it at the opposite creature now quietly sizing me up, head tilted.

The digital camera’s screen displayed only dead pixels in the shape of the thing. It was a perfect silhouette of the Mickey costume. As the camera moved in my unsteady hands, the dead pixels spread, marring the screen wherever Mickey’s outline moved to.

Then the camera died. Went blank and quiet and… broken.

I raised my eyes once again to the Mickey Mouse costume.

“Hey,” it said in a hushed, perverted, but perfectly executed Mickey Mouse voice, “Wanna see my head come off?”

It started to pull at its own head, working its clumsy, glove-clad fingers around its neck with clawing, impatient movements similar to a wounded man trying to pull himself free of a predator’s jaws…

As it worked its digits into its neck… so much blood…

So much thick, curdled, yellow blood…

I turned away as I heard a sickening tearing of cloth and flesh… only cared about getting away. Above the doorway out of this room, I saw the final message clawed into the metal with bone or fingernails…

“ABANDONED BY GOD”

I never got the pictures out of the camera. I never wrote the blog entry about it. After I ran from that place, fled for my sanity if not my very life, I knew why Disney didn’t want anyone to know about this place.

They didn’t want anyone like me getting in.

They didn’t want anything like that getting out.

Credits to: slimebeast

connaweir  asked:

Jumping in the ask bandwagon ~ Kenma headcanons? Maybe some of Kuroo as well?


Ahhhh Yes! Thank you!

*cracks knuckles* Let’s go. Some headcanons for the Hip Hop AU

- I picture Kenma having some sort of dyslexia. This is why pictures and images are always easier for him
- Kenma doesn’t have problems to be alone and even treasures those quiet times with himself.
- He sometimes wanders around the city and gets lost in his mind and also literally lost sometimes. Due to being dyslexic he orientates by memorizing buildings and especially Street Art and Graffiti rather than caring for street signs.
- Kenma studies art and drawing. 
He could be already finished with his studies considering the time he already spent being a student. But the truth is: he just doesn’t care
- He already works as a freelance artist and he doesn’t feel that the university is really helpful when it comes to this. He still goes to lectures/readings that seem interesting to him and enjoys the student status and some of the financial benefits that come with this. So he just stays enrolled in college and keeps doing his own things.
- Kenma is this kind of guy who just keeps doodling. Sometimes even subconscious.
- Crowded and noisy scenes get too much for him. He loves to hang out with his friends but when they are all out in a club or at a concert Kenma is the first to leave. He rather stays in a small social group.
- When they are all out and about and there is no chance for Kenma to leave early he sometimes isolates himself and sits down in a more quiet corner.
- He always carries some pens and markers with him.
When he feels anxious and overwhelmed by his surrounding he also starts to doodle
- You might find him sitting in some more quiet corner of the club and drawing little doodle on the chair, table or even wall. It calms him.
- Kuroo was the one who introduced him to Street Art by giving him a pack of spray cans: „if you are already doodling on walls why not do it right“
Kuroo already does Graffiti and Tags.
- Even though Street Art is illegal and there is the rush and fear of getting caught Street Art is a safe place for Kenma.
- He loves that it isn’t permanent. It is exposed to all types of weather, time, people and vandalism. It will vanish some day. At this Kenma some kind of satisfaction. Nothing is permanent and forever.
- It also makes a grey city colorful and gives Kenma a way of showing and portraying himself without being the center of attention. As a Street Art artist he stays anonymous.
- When he feels art blocked Street Art is the way to go. It gives him more freedom, a different feeling, a adrenaline rush and he uses different materials for it. When he really feels blocked with his art he just goes on a big Street Art rampage for some days and sprays wildly and free. It helps.

- As already said HERE Kuroo and Kenma were next door neighbors and grew up as childhood friends but lost contact.
- They meet again some time later when they are about 17/18. Kuroo is wandering the streets with Bo. They are drinking, smoking, skating and just loud and happy when they run into Kenma.
- At this time Kuroo is at a very difficult time of his life. 
His family never was easy but some recent events made it really difficult to live there. He left home and is currently sleeping in his car or on Bokuto’s couch. Also is the party life he and Bo chose taking its toll and he struggles with drugs and addiction. Kurt doesn’t finish High School and drops out before his last year is finished.
- Kenma realizes the critical state his old friend is in and tries  to help him.
- As soon as Kenma finishes high School he moves out and gets his own small studio. He lets Kuroo stay with him.
- Most of the times Kuroo stays with Kenma and crushes on his couch. But sometimes he is gone for a night or even several days.
- Kenma also takes in a little cat he found on the street and names it Tetsu. This cat also sometimes is gone for some days but always finds its way back to Kenma. 
Kenma sometimes jokes that he is taking care of two stray cats.
- Kuroo eventually defeats his addiction and gets his feet back on the ground
- He and Bokuto start to built up a cultural/youth center.
- Growing up a youth center was very important for those two. A place where they could be safe and start their first artistic steps. This center had to close some years later due budget cuts. So Bo and Kuroo had the dream to built up a new one.
- They find an old industrial complex and with some government fundings and the help of many friends they built up their center.
- It becomes the new home of Bo, Kuroo and Kenma (and Tetsu)
They have a little coffee shop and rooms where the youth can hang and learn during the day. Bo has a little music studio there and a little flat where he lives. - Kenma has a studio for his art and he and Kuroo share some kind old industrial loft for a living. 
They also have a little club/concert room with a bar where they held little gigs.
-Iwa was a great help building this center and he loves to hang at this place. So does Oikawa.
- Kuroo also has a small garage where he has about 3-4 cars he likes to work at. It’s a hobby and a passion. Sometimes he takes orders for money (but mostly he doesn’t ave time for this)
- He gives free mechanic classes about once or twice a month for teenagers to help them get a job or just to get them off of the street. He also lived in his car for some time so he knows what is important.

Haaaaa, I probably forgot half the stuff I already have in mind. But I also try to draw many things in the comics and show their dynamic and friendship (between all those boys) so i don’t want spoil too much :D


However I can’t draw everything and i also forget always that you can’t look in my mind and don’t know about all those stuff so I think it’s safe and also now as good of a time as any to share some of the headcanons. I love it.

 @connaweir Thank you for asking! <3
And if you are interested in Street Art artist Kenma and sprayer Kuroo you are going to enjoy the next comic (when I finally are able to finish and post it)

Thank you @bohootoh for all the help and headcanon sharing!! I also got inspired by @bohootoh amazing Racer Kuroo/mechanic Kenma AU ( You should totally read it! HERE and HERE) and after I read this I only can see Kuroo as a car enthusiast :D Thank you

ABANDONED BY DISNEY

Some of you may have heard that the Disney corporation is responsible for at least one real, “live” Ghost Town.

Disney built the “Treasure Island” resort in Baker’s Bay in the Bahamas. It didn’t START as a ghost town! Disney’s cruise ships would actually stop at the resort and leave tourists there to relax in luxury.

This is a FACT. Look it up.

Disney blew $30,000,000 on the place… yes, thirty million dollars.

Then they abandoned it.

Disney blamed the shallow waters (too shallow for their ships to safely operate) and there was even blame cast on the workers, saying that since they were from the Bahamas, they were too lazy to work a regular schedule.

That’s where the factual nature of their story ends. It wasn’t because of sand, and it obviously wasn’t because “foreigners are lazy”. Both are convenient excuses.

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