Last night there was a candlelight vigil held at the Magic Kingdom at park close to honor the victims of the Pulse massacre. It was unofficial and not sponsored by Disney in any way. And yet, Disney showed their solidarity and respects in a uniquely Disney way.
After the nightly “Kiss Goodnight,” the atmosphere music was shut off and all of Main Street was cloaked in dead silence as hundreds of people held candles, phones, and glow sticks into the air. And then, in an unexpected show of support, the colors of the castle changed from red to yellow, then green and blue and finally purple.
Disney also allowed working cast members to attend in costume and even shut down a few of the Main Street shops. Emporium cast members, who lost one of their own in the shooting, stood directly in front of the castle with a heart made of glow sticks. Inside the heart, among the candles, were trinkets and small things that cast and guests left to show their respects such as stickers, celebration buttons, maps, even Photopass cards and Mickey ears.
As guests exited the park, they were handed rainbow Mickey pins or Mickey love pins by working cast members. And cast members who left through the tunnels were handed rainbow Mickey antenna toppers.
I cannot put into words how comforting and important it is to see Disney showing their support for the LGBT+ community. They didn’t have to acknowledge the vigil at all but they did and they made it more magical than anyone expected.
i figure that BLI is pretty tolerant when it comes to binary trans people. the issue comes up when someone doesn’t want to identify as either male or female. it has nothing to do with religion, of course, nor with ““biology””– chromosomes or genitals or whatever– it’s just that BLI believes that it’s too confusing for citizens to have more than two set genders floating around. bad for productivity. BLI already divides everything into a binary, all black-and-white, so gender has to be as well.
gender EXPRESSION isn’t really policed or anything, if you’re dmab and you wanna wear a dress BLI doesn’t care. they only get involved once it’s a question of gender IDENTITY, of pronouns and legal names and markers on documents.
if you get cleared by your BLI physician, the company is more than happy to provide you with hormone therapy through their Gender Reassignment Program. it’s just another set of pills, after all. any surgeries are optional, but still covered if wanted. but to get access to any of these, you have to identify as either male or female, and you have to exhibit “strong enough” dysphoria (evaluated by an appointed professional).
anyone trying to assert that they don’t want either of the two gender markers to be used is obviously misguided. that’s a problem. that’s inconvenient. they get assessed, and if they are found to exhibit dysphoria, then they are prescribed a mandatory transition to the opposite gender. if they are not found to exhibit enough dysphoria, then they are sent away and continue to be marked as their assigned gender.
in contrast, gender’s seen as a lot more fluid once you get out of BLI’s clutches. some joys get out there knowing they’re trans, but some, it never occurs to them until they’ve spent some time in the desert. they’re able to explore themselves more once they’re out of that cage, and settle on what they think suits them best. overall, though, labels and such aren’t so important. lots of joys don’t settle things any further than a set of pronouns.
While President Trump handled a national security crisis right in front of dozens of patrons at his Mar-a-Lago hotel in Florida on Saturday, one resort member posted a flurry of photos to Facebook showing Trump reviewing sensitive documents, conferring with top aides, and talking on the phone.
The images also raised questions about the level of access Mar-a-Lago members have to the Trump administration — a seeming blend of government and personal business for the president.
Richard DeAgazio, a Massachusetts businessman and Trump supporter, shared the photos that show he had a front-row seat as Trump and Japanese Prime Minister Shinzō Abe handled the response to North Korea’s firing a missile in the direction of Japan.
“HOLY MOLY !!! It was fascinating to watch the flurry of activity at dinner when the news came that North Korea had launched a missile in the direction of Japan,” DeAgazio posted. “The Prime Minister Abe of Japan huddles with his staff and the President is on the phone with Washington DC. the two world leaders then conferred and then went into another room for hastily arranged press conference. Wow…..the center of the action!!!”
In an interview with the Washington Post, DeAgazio described the situation unfolding before him at dinner on Saturday night before the two left to hold a joint press conference.
“There wasn’t any panicked look. Most of the people [on the terrace] didn’t even realize what was happening,” DeAgazio said. “I thought he handled it very calmly, and very presidentially.”
This episode is not the only time the DeAgazio, a former president at Boston Capital, whose Twitter profile describes him as a “Consultant ,SAG Actor, entrepreneur, network marketer,” claimed to witness over the weekend.
In another post, DeAgazio claimed to be photographed alongside “Rick” who “carries the “football” — a briefcase that contains all the details necessary to launch a nuclear attack.
a quick summary of some particular traits that didn’t change through the adaptations
osomatsu: very playful but very malicious. always the worst when it comes to poke fun at others karamatsu: the clumsy, unlucky one choromatsu: ALWAYS AGGRESSIVE. resorts to violence a lot. ichimatsu: a weak and awkward presence (in -san it was shown that he doesn’t like standing out so maybe this could count in -kun as well?) jyushimatsu: an easy going (and weird) personality always accompanied with a big, open mouth todomatsu: a spoiled crybaby, pretty fitting to his title of the youngest kid
give me a plot where muse a and b are best friends (who everyone swears should be together) go on a trip to disneyland/world, and they come up with a scheme to pose as a married couple to get special discounts and perks. so, they’re set up in one of the resort’s honeymoon suites, wear the ‘just married’ buttons, and get to soak up the benefits of everyone’s congratulations. but things get a little intense when things like ‘hey, why is this attractive ride attendant hitting on my fake wife?’ or ‘okay, maybe i like sharing a bed with you a little too much’ happen. give me that pls.
prompt: “Hi there! So I’ve been listening to country music lately and there’s this song that comes on, Sangria by Blake Shelton. I think Rick!! And it’s AU and its cute and romantic and maybe one of these awesome writers could make something using that. Thanks :)” for ANON
rating: a spicy T
summary: AU Rick and Michonne on beach resort vacation. One-shot.
The last rays of warm sun shimmered across the cerulean horizon. The waves lapped quietly along the sandy beach, the enticing aroma of food tantalizing their senses. Strings of white lights surrounded them, creating a peaceful, magical feeling, reminding him of the warm summer nights he’d spent chasing fireflies as a boy.
Rick gazed at the beautiful woman resting against the bar next to him. The white lights made her eyes shine like the moon illuminating two dark ponds in the still of the night. They pulled him in, sinking him deeper into an abyss, embracing him with a warmth that melted away the worries and cares that shrouded his soul. He could lose himself in those eyes. She was just so…magical. Yeah, magical, he thought happily.
He drowsily blinked at the bottom of his empty glass. It was his third drink of the night but they weren’t any closer to acquiring a highly coveted table for two at the swanky beachside restaurant she’d suggested. He’d be upset if he wasn’t feeling so damn good. He was buzzing on a tropical island with the most gorgeous woman in the world: Michonne.
She radiated beauty. Her brown skin glowed from the sun that had kissed every exposed – glorious – inch of her earlier that day. Her hair was pulled up revealing a flawless face and shoulders he had an urge to lick. Her flowy white dress made her look like a fairy tale princess. She was perfect. How a guy like him managed to get a woman like her was beyond him. He smiled dopily as her gaze came to rest on his.
She sighed contentedly, taking the last sip of her dark crimson drink, setting it down on the bar. “I don’t think we’re getting a table tonight,” she said unperturbed, running her finger around the rim of her glass.
A deliciously heady feeling hummed throughout his body. He lazily lifted his eyebrows and made a noncommittal noise. If he were being honest, he was relieved. He relished having her all to himself, not needing to share her with prolonged, meaningless distractions. He loved taking full advantage of those moments of pure intimacy, focusing all his energy on just being with her. A sly grin lit up his face as an idea suddenly came to mind.
He leaned in. “You wanna go back to the room?”
She pondered it for a moment before smiling conspiratorially. “I saw a vending machine we can raid,” she suggested, slightly waggling her eyebrows.
He hurriedly took out his wallet and slammed a few bills on the bar. Hastily taking her hand, he grunted, “Let’s go.”
The buzzing of the vacancy sign and their chuckles filled the night air as they strolled back to their hotel hand-in-hand. They stumbled past the glass entrance, failing to restrain their giggles, earning them a questioning look from the desk clerk. Once they managed to find and enter the elevator, Michonne gripped his arm tightly and slipped off her sandals.
“Ahh,” she sighed, tilting her head back in ecstasy as she stretched her toes, the cool tile beneath her bare feet sending shivers up her legs.
Normally, she wouldn’t dare walk barefoot in public areas but wearing sandals she hadn’t broken in was taking a toll on her pinky toes. She held the torturous shoes in one hand as she released her grip on his arm and languidly looked up at him with a satisfied smile. Her lips parted in surprise at what she found.
He looked predatory. Licking and biting his bottom lip, his eyes shamelessly raked up her body. That moan had stirred something primal inside of him. It took everything to restrain himself from pulling her into his arms and taking her against the elevator wall just to hear that sexy groan again. The ding of the elevator tore them from the intensifying mood.
She smirked knowingly at him and glided out the doors, enticing him with the natural sway of her hips. He practically sprang after her. His hands landed on her waist and spun her around. He attempted to devour her but she pressed a finger to his advancing lips. He groaned in frustration, opening his eyes to her teasing gaze.
“Not here.” She gently pulled out of his embrace and walked backwards, away from him. “Not yet.”
He looked at her longingly as she turned to continue seductively walking down the dimly lit hallway. He inhaled deeply. She would be the end of him. A smile tugged at the edge of his lips. It would be an ending he would only be too happy to face.
He staggered up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, her back thudding against his chest. She could feel the sunglasses in his shirt pocket poke at her as he laid kisses against her bare shoulder, refusing to let her go as they toddled their way to their room.
Her skin tingled from his prickly caresses. It felt good, especially when he began sucking on the sensitive spot near her earlobe. Her giggles quickly turned into lustful sighs. She wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to hold on to her last bit of sobriety if he kept this up.
After finally reaching their door, she turned and leaned her back against it, placing her hand on his broad chest sliding it up to his shoulder. Her gaze let him know that she was as turned on as he was. He tightly gripped her waist with one hand and leaned his forearm above her against the door. His eyelids were drowsy with desire. He needed to taste her.
His lips chased hers but she teasingly brushed hers against his before pulling away, leaving him unsatisfied. Enflamed, he grinned shrewdly. He’d let her get away with it. For now. This bliss they were experiencing had inspired an endless reserve of patience in him anyway.
The warm buzz of alcohol flowing through his veins only served to enhance his bliss. Never in a million years did he ever imagine this beautiful woman – who’d once been his closest friend – to be pressed so close to his body, awakening a passion inside of him didn’t know he was capable of feeling. Fate had gifted them with each other and the gratitude in his heart grew with every moment spent at her side. Who would have thought that after years of being apart, they would find each other, only to discover a love like he’d never known?
He leaned his forehead against hers, words blooming from his full heart. “I love you.”
Her eyelids fluttered closed, her stomach flip flopping in elation. It took everything inside her to not devour his pink and ready lips.
“I know,” she murmured, intentionally holding back the words that had etched themselves in her heart long ago. She wanted both of them to be completely sober when she said them, not seconds away from drunkenly pouncing on each other.
She moaned in affirmation, gripping her sandals tightly in one hand and burying her fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck with the other. She couldn’t wait any longer. Though, as she pulled him in, he teased her by pulling away with a grin.
If she wasn’t going to say the words he knew she felt, he was going to hold out long enough to get her head spinning like his had been all night. He angled his head and whispered against her cheek, “You love me?” He gently placed soft kisses down her jaw line.
She sighed, tilting her head, exposing the column of her neck. “Mmm…maybe. A little,” she said more breathless than she intended.
He smiled, still kissing down her neck. “Yeah? Only a little?” he prompted as he slid his hand near the delicious curve of her backside, pulling her closer.
She managed to whimper in response. His lips worked their way back up, his whiskers tickling her earlobe. “You’re bad liar,” he whispered huskily.
She bit her lip before laying her hand on his chest to still him. Though he was right, she didn’t like being called out.
“You think I’m lying?” she challenged, her dilated pupils and breathlessness betraying her.
He searched her eyes intently. “I know you are.”
She regarded him. His confidence was attractive as hell. The fact that he knew her inside out was enough to flame the desire she felt for him and only him.
He leaned in against her obstructing hand, whispering in her ear, “I can see it in your eyes.” He lingered, nuzzling her ear lobe, taking a moment to inhale her alluring scent before pulling away.
She arched her eyebrow challengingly. After a moment, she reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out his sunglasses. He lowered his hands to her waist as he watched her in curious delight. She pulled his sunglasses on gracefully with one hand and schooled her expression. They covered almost half her face, sagging down her cheeks. She looked adorable as she gazed up at him solemnly.
“No you can’t.”
After a moment of admiring her wittiness, his bright grin slowly faded. His eyes darted to her tempting lips. He couldn’t resist any longer. He pulled off the glasses and dove in. They crashed against the door as he finally devoured her hungrily, tasting the sweet Spanish wine still lingering on her lips. Inebriated by her taste, he felt his world begin to spin out of control but the gentle tugging at his curls tethered him from floating away.
Between fervent kisses and fumbling with the room key, he half-heartedly continued attempting to elicit a response from her, “I can taste it on your lips.”
Managing to open the door, he walked her inside, still thirstily drinking from her wondrous lips. His ability to form coherent words floating away with each kiss.
Closing the door behind them, she susurrated against his mouth, “Mmm, baby, that’s just the sangria.”
This comic is the sequel the previous comic I translated about Izuku and Uraraka and was requested by @a-speedy-turtle. This is when they have a date together at Tokyo Disney Resort! This one was a nice one to translate as it was short and sweet. I’m going to start translating something long (above 30+ pages) so it might take a while for another post! (Well, I still have little comic strips that I might do in between…) Either way thanks for reading!