#Frozen a Musical Spectacular

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Zach Trimmer as Hans in DISNEY CRUISE LINE’S FROZEN (2016) and FROZEN THE MUSICAL (2021)

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American as Apple Pie

Jack Daniels x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Rating: E for Explicit! 18+ Word Count: 12k Warnings: Cursing, food/alcohol, meddlesome friends, mention of shooting/guns but the context is carnival games, cheesy flirting, Jack being Jack. Fingering, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, rough sex. Summary: Going to a Fourth of July party with your girlfriends turns out to be an unexpected whirlwind. Notes: It wouldn't be a holiday without a little fic to celebrate. Independence Day seemed best acknowledged with a heavy dose of Jack's good natured charm. 🎆🎇💗🤍💙

The Statesman Fourth of July celebration in Louisville, Kentucky is one of the biggest and loudest in the area. It was an excuse to drape everything in red, white and blue, perfect your Uncle Sam costume, and play Lee Greenwood’s ‘Proud to be an American’ on repeat. There is a special whiskey barrel that is opened every year since its founding in 1919. Huge grills are rolled out to cook hamburger and hotdogs by the thousands as it’s an open party for everyone. Ending in a spectacular fireworks show that lights up the sky.

Some friends wanted to go. Girls from the office who were looking for a more festive holiday celebration than watching their siblings' kids play in the pool and playing cornhole while their aunts bitched about grocery prices. Not having anything better to do, you had thrown on the only red, white, and blue clothes you had in your closet and punctuated the look with red lipstick just for fun. Maybe you'll have one too many and flirt with a cowboy. That wouldn't be too bad.

The bolero he normally wears around his neck with the button down and sports coat had been traded for an open collared shirt, a print of U.S flags on them. His normally painted on jeans exchanged for white shorts and cowboy boots changed out with boat shoes. Still, the black Stetson is firmly on his head, although the mustache was still impeccably groomed and no one would mistake him for anything but a cowboy as he drinks from a long neck bottle to beat the mid afternoon heat.

The music filtering through speakers all over the Statesman Distillery property is obviously country, but the actual number of Stetsons in the sea of guests is staggering even to a Louisville resident. It's that time of the year, you suppose, making your way toward one of the many drink carts with your friends as you scope out the crowd.

“Weeeeeellllll, holy shit.” Tequila whistles, twisting his neck as he looks over at the margarita cart, smirking at the choice of drink. “Get a good look at the shorts on those legs.” He nods, making Jack follow his gaze to the group of women who obviously just arrived.

"God bless the USA." Rum pronounces solemnly, only lifting his Stetson from his head to place it over his heart in salute to the group of four ladies in the tiniest shorts he's ever seen that are now getting their drinks.

“Goddamn I love the summer.” Jack whistles, winking at the one in the red top when she looks over at them. “Happy fourth ladies!” He calls out, lifting his beer towards them.

"Happy Fourth!" You call back, raising the frozen margarita you've just been served in their direction as you friends giggle mercilessly around you. The three men who are not bothering to censor their ogling are dressed in some of the worst outfits here. Tiny white booty shorts on one, a stars and stripes Kiss the Cook apron on the tallest, and the third wearing neon red shorts and a muscle tank depicting a bald eagle wearing sunglasses that says You Free Tonight? underneath.

"Rocks Paper Scissors for the tall one?" You friend Madi proposes to the group, eyeing the youngest and buffest of the men like he's the snack she didn't know she was craving.

“No, you can have him.” Tina snorts. “I’ve got my eye on the one with the eagle on his shirt.” She admits, drooling herself at the virile display of man, who can also enjoy themselves.

“Have fun,” you snort, shaking your head and focusing on your drink. “I came here to drink and to line dance very poorly, not to get picked up.”

“Why can’t we have it all?” Madi asks, giggling when the one in the apron motions the group over when no one has looked away.

“I’m not sure white shorts is the guy to break my dry spell,” you mumble to them with an amused grin as the four of you strut over to the men who were watching you. “And you two already called dibs on the others.”

“If you don’t want him, I’ll ride his mustache.” Sandra snorts, smirking slightly at the group of men. “I’m sure my fiancé wouldn’t mind.”

“Sure.” Tina giggles. “We’ll just call Brad up and let him know you’ll be late for dinner because you found a cowboy at a party.”

“He’ll understand.” All of you laugh, knowing that he definitely would not understand. He loved her completely and was lucky enough that she was just as crazy about him. Their wedding is only three months away.

“Ladies.” Kiss the Cook tips his hat gallantly and lets his eyes sweep over every single one of you. “A very happy Independence Day to you beauties.”

All three men clock the ring on the statuesque brunette’s hand and immediately understands that she is off limits. The other two tip their hats as well and Jack grins. “Can we offer you something to eat?”

There is a split second before you look over to fully take in the third man of the group that you’re apparently now hanging out with, and instantly regret the snap judgement made from yards away just a minute or two before. He’s only smaller by comparison, broad shoulders and a strikingly cut jaw accented by the aviator sunglasses he’s wearing and leading down to biceps as thick as his neck and hands that — fuck, if you’d seen his hands beforehand you wouldn’t have said a damn thing, he makes that beer bottle look like a doll accessory. “Ah—We—um, sure,” you manage to blurt out, nodding self-consciously and absolutely aware that your friends are never going to let you live down getting flustered in front of the cowboy.

Madi grins at the way you are suddenly tripping over yourself to accept the offer of a burger. “If we’re gonna eat, maybe we can know who is offering us a plate?” She asks, smiling flirtatiously at the taller man holding the spatula. The three men chuckle. “We go by our work nicknames.” Jack offers, pointing at Rum to start. “Ryan, also known as Rum. Because he can get any party started.” He introduces him with a grin. “Next, we have our ‘kiss the cook’, Luke, who we call Tequila. He thinks he can make clothes come off.” Tequila rolls his eyes and shoves Jack slightly as the older man tips his hat towards you girls. “And I’m Jack, otherwise known as Whiskey.” Tina grins. “Why do they call you that?” She asks, making Jack chuckle. “Because I go down as smooth as the finest whiskey.” He boasts, tipping his aviators down so his eyes find you again and he shoots you a confident wink.

“So you work here then, I assume?” Guys who work for a distillery having boozy nicknames it’s so far off base, but Jack’s declaration that he ‘goes down like the finest whiskey’ has you thinking mustache ride thoughts all over again and if you could do it you might just slap yourself for something so obvious. On the other hand? No man should be able to make a wink look as smooth as he just did.

“Only if you want us to.” Rum smirks at Tina and tips his hat back slightly. “Otherwise we can be whatever you want. Spies, cowboys, hell, maybe all three.” Tequila huffs a cough and slaps Rum on the back. “Are you ladies burger or hot dog kind of women?” He asks, changing the subject.

“I think there’s a rule that you have to have a hot dog on the Fourth of July, isn’t there?” Tina replies, batting her eyelashes pointedly.

“Absolutely.” Tequila agrees. “Now the question is-“ he points the tongs at all of you seriously. “Are you a chili cheese dog person or a peppers and onions person?”

The question sparks a full culinary debate, as Tina insists only mustard is necessary, Sandra and Madi are fans of peppers and onions any way they can get them, and you just shrug over it all because there's no point in trying to be dainty with a hot dog. A chili cheese dog is the only way to go.

Jack chuckles as the girls are chattering, except the one in the red. “You are awful quiet, sugar.” He comments. “Not choosy?”

"Very choosy," you tell him, laughing a little about how involved your friends are getting in this debate with the other two guys. "Chili cheese dog every time. But my friends like to pretend that it's possible to be dainty while eating a hot dog. I'd rather enjoy something delicious."

Jack grins at your answer and points a finger up to tip his hat back on his head. “No, you just gotta jump in and devour it.” He hums, his smirk slightly dirty.

"Whoever put you three in one place today is a menace," you inform him with a deeper, rounder laugh. "But I totally agree. The only way is to jump in."

Jack chuckles, leaning in a little closer to you. “Not true.” He coos. “We were brought together for a good time.” He shrugs and takes a sip of his beer.

It can be both," you concede, getting a whiff of an expensive, musky cologne under the grill and sunscreen smell that hangs all around this booth.

“Well then.” Jack snorts, tapping his bottle against your margarita glass. “To being a menace.” He offers with a smirk.

"Here." A long sip of your drink hides a flustered grin, but you don't mind having run into someone this charming and handsome right off the bat. You and your friends will wander away in due time, and they'll become a fun anecdote for the office, and probably material for the spank bank of each and every member of your group as well.

“So what made you decide to join our little celebration?” Jack asks without any sense of irony despite the bash being massive. There are bounce houses and carnival style game booths set up. Along with all kinds of food and drink.

"Girls' day out." Ordinarily you might feel bad for Sandra, being slightly singled out while the other three of you are being shamelessly flirted with, but she's chatting with Kiss the Cook as well and having a grand time. "When your day is office, home, and back again, sometimes a party is just what you need."

“Oh I understand.” He promises, even if his work is not as traditionally boring all the time, there are plenty of days that the paperwork tedium gets to him.

"Your days are probably a lot more fun than ours." Without knowing that you're reading his thoughts, you just decide to make conversation and enjoy whatever comes from it.

“Some days. Others it’s slower than molasses dripping off a spoon.” He likes the fact that you aren’t just flirting, there’s interesting conversation blooming. “Although I’m enjoying right now.”

"This must be one of the more fun workdays each year." Why wouldn't it be? There are half-dressed women all over the places, and whatever the orientation of these three might be, they're all definitely interested in women. You sip your drink again and find that your head tilts slightly in his direction instinctively. "We're not going to get you in trouble, are we?"

“Nah.” Jack waves away your concern, secretly touched that you would be worried about that. “Well just call this….public relations.” He teases, winking at you again. “How does that sound, sugar?”

"Like you should be a politician," you snort, but honestly you don't mind. It's been a while since you just flirted for the hell of it and it's fun.

Jack wrinkles his nose in disgust. “Sugar, you are breaking my heart.” He groans. “I would never want to be lumped in with those lyin’, thievin’ scumbags.” He shakes his head and puts his beer down to lay his hand over his heart. “I’m a patriot.”

Somehow that only makes you laugh more, and when you meet his eyes again it's with warm cheeks and a bright smile. "My apologies," you hum, tipping your margarita in his direction again like a salute. "We'll stick to drinking and flirting. No filibusters today."

“Now hold on….” Jack leans closer and chuckles. “Depends on what kind of filibuster we are talkin’ about.” He drawls. “Some of them can be a good time.” His eyes slide up and down your body suggestively.

Raising one eyebrow at him, sip your sour-sweet vacations through the bright pink straw and smirk. “You want to have a prolonged speech that stalls all activity about my body? Seems counterintuitive, cowboy.”

He snorts and shakes his head. “I don’t think you understand darlin’.” He leans in even closer. “We ain’t talkin’ during my filibuster, we’re just prolonging the main event.” He explains.

One second your head is tiled and the next second you're clamping your mouth shut on a bitten lip. He's just gone from casually flirting to casually painting a mental image that will last you weeks. "You're pretty sure of yourself, cowboy," you hum when you remember how to speak again.

“Have to be.” He admits, truth more than cockiness in his words. “You don’t have to accept, but….” He smirks. “You could always consider it your patriotic booty.” His pun is horrible and he knows it, but he uses it proudly. With the same confidence he wears his Fourth of July outfit.

You snort before you can stop yourself, shaking your head at him as you wave off the laugh as good natured. "That's awful." The play on 'patriotic duty' is absurd, but somehow he manages to make it circle back to charming in a way that is fairly impressive. From most guys it would just sound cheesy or plain bad.

“It is, isn’t it?” He agrees with a grin. “Really awful.” He reaches for his beer again and finishes it in one long swallow.

"Worst line I've heard in a very long time." Even though you're agreeing, you chuckle and shake your head. Why the hell not? When was the last time you just cut loose and had some fun? Can you even remember? "It's...not a no, though."

“Hmmmm.” He lifts a brow and smirks at you again as he reaches into the cooler next to him for another beer. “Well then, I better make sure that you are fed, sugar.” He tells you. “‘Cause you might be in for a hell of a night.”

"You promise a girl a hell of a lot." But for some reason you don't think he's lying, or even exaggerating that much. Maybe it's wishful thinking, you can't tell, but Jack fixes up your hot dog with flare and hands it over just as you finish your margarita.

He takes your empty glass and chuckles. “Would you like another frosty margarita? Or perhaps the blackberry old fashions that are being made?” He asks, pointing to another stand just a few feet away, featuring the ‘87 single barrel that Jack loves.

"I think I have to have whiskey this time, don't I?" Given his nickname, it would almost seem rude not to. Especially when you've decided to encourage him. At least you've been polite enough not to let your eyes wander down and inspect those tiny little shorts he has on.

“Right away.” Jack gives you a two fingered salute before he spins on his heel and hurries towards the booth to collect you the best blackberry old fashion you’ve ever had.

Sandra scrambles over during the momentary pause, searching your face for anything besides the focused attention you're paying to the cowboy's ass as he walks away. "Are we rescuing or retreating?" She murmurs, hot dog in hand but ready to bounce in a heartbeat if you need it. "Actually?" Glancing up at her, you offer a sideways grin of defeat. "I think I'm gonna hang out a while. Hot-but-cheesy cowboy kinda got to me. I wanna see how this plays out."

“Really?” Her brow shoots up and she grins at you. “Takin’ that mustache for a ride?” She teases. “I’m jealous. He’s got a fantastic one.”

"I'll tell Brad to grow one before the wedding," you tease, barely managing not to snort again with laughter as Jack heads back your way.

“Ladies.” Jack smiles with a charming aplomb as he hands you the old fashion he had made for you, and offers Sandra the one he had gotten for himself.

"Oh, I'm alright." Sandra insists, smiling her thanks but not taking the drinks. "Designated driver. I had my one and now I'm set for the day." That smile flashes over at you, and she squeezes your hip gently but encouragingly. "I think we're going to wander. You want to come?"

It's a clear chance to break away if you have suddenly changed your mind and you want to, but you shake your head and lean over to kiss your friend's cheek. "I'll catch up with you guys later," you tell her, though at present you aren't actually sure if you will or not.

“I’ll keep her entertained.” Jack promises when your friend’s eyes turn towards him and he can read a slight warning in them. “And return her to you when she’s bored with me.” He adds.

“You have our numbers,” Sandra reminds you. “One text and we come running.” She blows you a kiss before stepping away, satisfied that Jack will at least be respectful as well as pretty, and that’s worth its weight in gold.

“You don’t have to stay.” Jack hums. “But I’ll make sure you don’t regret it if you do.”

"Promises, promises," you sing song, but rather than letting the moment get heavy you take a first bite of your hot dog and groan happily.

He chuckles and lets you enjoy the hotdog, admiring the way you save a dollop of mustard before it escapes and takes a sip of his drink. “After you eat, are you wanting to dance or maybe play a few games?”

"Either." Pleased with the idea that he might put a little more work into this than just fucking you and having a nap after, you end up smirking a little before the last bite of your food. "Both?"

“Done.” He agrees easily, holding out a napkin for you like a gentlemen. Other agents have taken over the grills because Tequila and Rum have magically disappeared with your friends. “Games first, let your hotdog settle.”

Gone in mere minutes, you make sure you haven't smeared your mouth with mustard or chili before picking up the drink he brought you and motioning ahead of you toward the rest of the fair. "Lead the way, cowboy."

The first booth is one that all the agents have been warned to throw. It’s the shooting gallery. He grins as he cocks his head to the side. “Whatcha think?”

"I can't say I'm much with a gun. Besides maybe a Super Soaker." The big plushies and toys behind the counter look just as inviting as they're supposed to, though, and you shrug. "But what the hell. Think you can give me a few pointers?"

“Let’s see how you do and maybe I’ll help you win a prize?” Despite the warning, Champ won’t be too mad if he shows off just a little. Especially since all the prizes have been paid for by Statesman already, leaving the game free to play.

"I have a feeling I'm about to embarrass myself for your amusement." Despite that, you laugh and take your place at the booth. The moving targets are fairly standard — bright yellow duck-like figures that do not resemble the actual animals but look more like rubber duckies that will fall over on the track when shot. "Here goes nothing," you decide, figuring that if you get even two you'll be extremely proud of yourself.

Jack uses this to his advantage and presses close behind you, holding your elbow up. “Steady.” He murmurs in your ear.

"Hell of a thing to say to a girl when you're that close," you mumble, but the smirk in your voice is obvious.

“I can always say more.” He teases playfully, nudging your arm up slightly. “Be a good girl and take a deep breath.”

It's almost frustrating how well that works on you, making you inhale sharply and shallowly at the words and completely giving yourself away before you can follow the direction and inhale slowly like he's told you to.

You miss, but it was actually closer than Jack had figured the first shot would be. “Good job!” He praises, reaching for your hips and shifting your core slightly, brining you back against him more. “Try again, sugar.”

Whatever the cologne is he's wearing, it reminds you of a campfire in the middle of a forest and that might be fogging your mind more than helping you concentrate. Again, you inhale deeply and squeeze the triggering, putting far more work into this silly shooting game than you need to but finding that you actually clip one of the targets this time and manage to almost knock it over.

“Almost got it.” Jack hums in approval. “Let’s see you knock that same one down.”

Utter concentration isn't possible with him pressed up against you, but you breathe again and call yourself to order, managing to breathe and aim and drop your elbow and all of those other things in just the right harmony to actually knock over one of the targets on the next try. It's not enough to get you a prize, but it's enough to have you doing a little wiggled dance of celebration that all the effort paid off.

Jack chuckles, happy with your achievement. “Good job, sugar.” He praises. “You did a good job.”

"Not bad for an accountant," you joke, turning a little to beam at him.

“Not too bad at all.” He winks, nodding to the game handler as they set the target back up. “Now I want you to pick out which prize you want.” He tells you, taking the gun from your hand.

"Cocky." You smirk at him but glance back at the booth and consider the options hanging from the top of the booth. Right in front, there is a white teddy bear with blue and red stars wearing a Statesman t-shirt. "How about that one right there?"

Jack hums in approval and looks towards the attendant. “Ten shots in a row.” The kid, who can’t be more than seventeen explains. “Knock all ten down and you win the prize.”

There's no way he'll do it, but you step far enough away to give him room and wave one hand toward the little metal duckies. "Show off for me, cowboy."

Jack settles his hat more firmly on his head and since it’s ten shots, he picks up another gun to have one in each hand. “Oh I will.” He promises as he sends both weapons twirling around his trigger fingers in a smooth gun trick.

Despite literally asking him to show off, your eyes still widen with the trick and you're left half-giggling and half-staring as he knocks down every single target with grace and seemingly no effort at all.

The targets are easy and Jack might have been showing off just a tad by alternating shots with both hands, making sure that you know he’s just as accurate with both hands. The targets are down and he turns towards you with a grin. “Your prize, sugar.” He bows as the stuffed bear is handed to you.

More than a little surprised by the display that was just put on for your benefit, you choke out a laugh, thank the kid running the booth, and positively curtsy to Jack in exchange for the bow. “Alright, I admit it,” you laugh in utter surprise, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek like a fairy tale princess bestowing a token. “I’m very impressed.”

“Good.” Jack smirks slightly and looks at the bear. “I think it’s always important to impress a lady.”

“Consider us deeply impressed indeed,” you joke, holding up the bear beside you like it might have had an opinion in the matter all its own.

Jack smirks slightly. “Do you want to play some more games or dance?”

“I don’t see how we could do any better at the games.” ‘We’ here meaning him — your own performance was dismal but that hardly matters. He’s smiling at you like he wants to make you scream in the best way possible and you want to see if he moves as well on the dance floor if he claims to in bed. “Let’s go dance.”

“Yes ma’am.” Jack takes the hand that is holding your drink and carries it for you. Looping his arm through yours so you can still hold your bear. “We’ll let him watch and learn.” He jokes, motioning to where other stuffed animals are resting while couples cut up the large dance floor.

“For when all the other bears decide to have a hoedown of their own?” That’s about the cutest thing you can think of — aside from him — and you grin at the idea. “I like that. Teddy Bear Hoedown is like a sequel to the Teddy Bear Picnic.”

He chuckles and you go over to the large table, setting down your bear in a particular spot. “He will be safe.” Jack promises you.

“So full of promises today.” The little coo in your voice is teasing, but maybe that’s just how he is? Reassuring and protective is not a bad combination in a man. Not at all.

“My momma always said never make promises you can’t keep.” Even with your drink in your hand after he presses it to you, Jack sweeps you up in his arms to take you out to the dance floor.

“And you always do what your momma tells you to, like a good southern gentleman.” It’s just a guess, but as he twirls you around to settle against him, cradling you in his arms so you can drink and dance while you away with the slower tempo song that’s playing, you just have to grin. “Very smooth,” you admit without a hint of begrudging in the compliment.

“Sugar, all my moves are smooth.” Jack boast, smirking as he gently glides around the floor with you, taking special care not to jostle your drink. The next song will be faster, but right now, the breathless couples are resting slightly with the bluesy sounds of Patsy Cline crooning to them.

“I’m starting to get that.” Not that you mind. Coming to this whole big carnival for the holiday was just for fun after all. But you glance over at Jack after taking the last sip of your drink and find your smile going a little lopsided. It isn’t the booze. He is that handsome.

He hums, his voice a little rusty as he starts to quietly sing along with the song. Only slightly off key as he serenades you with a grin on his face. One that tells you he’s well aware that he’s not the best singer, but he enjoys being a little silly.

Maybe it’s silly. Or maybe it’s human. Maybe it’s because it’s both, you start singing along with him, quietly and just a tad off key. Two silly, awkward, imperfect little people out there on the dance floor swaying in each other’s arms and singing ‘Walkin’ After Midnight’ to each other like a chest moment from a 90s romantic comedy. It’s impossible not to look at his lips at least a few times, both of you grinning when one of you flubs a lyric. And at the end of the song when he twirls you around again to land tight against his chest? The only possible place you can look are his eyes or those lips again, like a magnet pulling you in.

He doesn’t miss the way your eyes drop to his lips, basically asking for him to kiss you. He leans in slightly right before the song changes and is incredibly peppy. A song to line dance to. “Oops.” Jack smirks.

One another day or with another man it might have annoyed or frustrated you to be more or less cockblocked by a deejay. Today? With Jack? Your answer to it all is just to snort in amusement at how pleased with himself he looks and let yourself get all swept up in the dance. It was barely an hour ago that you met him. It does no one any harm to spend a little more time together before things get frisky.

The beat is easy to dance to and despite the fact that you might not know all the steps, Jack does. “Just follow me, sugar.”

The trouble with line dancing is that if you don't know every move you end up looking like an idiot, but you nod and decide to put a little bit more trust in him for the time being. If you were about to kiss the guy, you should at least be able to do that, right? "I'm with you," you promise him, knowing you can keep up.

Jack files into the natural line that forms, partners slightly in front of their men and everyone starts to move together. ‘Heel, toe, dosey doe, come on baby. Let’s boot-scoot.”

Able to pick it up step by step, you follow Jack's lead for movement and watch the couple in front of you the once or twice you get confused, until you're very smoothly and easily moving through the dance with glee. It's such a simple thing but so welcome, and utterly fun to boot.

You are laughing and that is all that matters as Jack grabs your waist to pick you up and spin you around before setting you back down in time with the other couples on the floor. “Having fun?”

“Every second I possibly can,” you answer with a light, bubbling giggle. He’s a strong lead — which is wonderful in a dance partner but gives you ideas about what he could be like in bed. Not to mention how strong he is…

“Good.” Jack is almost ninety-nine percent certain that he is taking you home tonight, but he wants you to enjoy yourself.

"And I hope you are, too?" Glancing back at him as he turns you, you raise one eyebrow at him in question.

“No doubt, sugar.” Jack is a shameless flirt, but oftentimes it’s not leading to more than that. Unless it’s his mission to seduce a target. This- this is just for him and he likes that you are having fun with his corny nature. “Best damn party I’ve been to in forever.” He promises. “Company makes it good.”

“Company is what matters.” And maybe it’s the silliness of it all again, but you throw him a wink before the dance has you turning again. He seems to like a like cheese with his flirting, and frankly that just makes it more fun for you.

The song finishes up and Jack decides that he will twirl you around once more and dip you down low, just to make you giggle. People clap and he grins at you over his aviators. “Another dance, or another drink, sugar?”

“One more dance?” He’s far too much fun like this, with moves even you have to admit he can be proud of, and you’ll be damned if you’re going to give that fun up just yet. Besides which…it might be a bit embarrassing for the guy whose nickname is Whiskey to find out you’re a bit of a lightweight.

He waggles his brows when the song turns to another slow one, meant to press bodies together. “Never turn down a chance to hold a beautiful woman close.” He promises as he tugs you in.

“I don’t believe you do.” It may be a small moment of teasing but the fact that he doesn’t take himself too seriously speaks volumes to you. Relaxed and confident are too things that don’t always compliment each other well — it can come off as pure arrogance whereas he’s cocky in a way that is a bit cheeky and fun. Everything about the man is over the top. “But then,��� you hum, winking for good measure. “Neither do I.”

“Really?” Jack’s grin blows into a fully devilish smile and he looks around speculatively. “And which beautiful woman would you choose?” He asks with a chuckle.

For his amusement, you make a show of surveying the room even while you’re pressed tight up against him, and nudge him slightly when you spot a cute girl in the corner being talked at by some other guests she doesn’t seem to be too interested in. “Do you see the cute little redhead over there?” Your own nose points the way to him when you nod. “In the corner? She’s at a table with a blonde, but these two guys keep trying to flirt with her. I think she’s talk rather be flirting with her blonde friend.”

“Good call.” Jack snorts. “That’s Grenadine.” He explains. “She works at Statesman too.” It’s interesting that you seem to have an eye for agents.

“Does everybody get a booze related nickname?” You ask, amused at the idea of it. If you all got accounting nicknames, things would start sounding weird very fast at the office.

“Mixers count.” Jack chuckles. “It makes it easy when there’s twelve John’s working around the place.” He reasons.

"Fair enough, I guess." That does, logistically, make a bit of sense. And frames Statesman as a fairly whimsical place to work in the process. After twirling around the dance floor a little more, you hum softly to yourself and lift your head, raising one eyebrow in question. "Did you always want to work in the booze biz?" He seems silly enough to appreciate the phrasing, and you grin. "Or do you want to be something else when you grow up?"

“Just wanted to raise some hell.” Jack admits with a chuckle. “Was in the Navy for a little bit. Found out I like the freedom of the private world better.”

“Rules.” You huff dramatically, blowing a raspberry to make him laugh. “Who needs ‘em?”

Jack laughs, a full belly laugh of good humor. “Exactly.” He agrees. “Plus the pay is better.”

“There’s that too.” A nod of agreement comes on the end of your own laughter. “Distilleries pay well? I can’t say I’ve ever thought about it.”

“Good enough to buy corny outfits for the Fourth of July picnic.” He jokes, taking his aviators off and turning them around to perch on your nose.

“That’s what your shorts need!” You tease, cackling out loud and pushing his sunglasses a little further up your nose. “Ears of corn! The perfect symbol of Americana.”

Jack laughs again. “I’ll have to see if I can order some for next year.” He hums.

"Perfect." The grin you aim at him is almost blinding. "I guess I'll have to come back and see if you found any."

His smug smirk deepens and he waggles his brows. “Yeah?” He asks. “Maybe I’ll have to model them for you.” He suggests. “Make sure they are cheesy enough. Rum talked me out of my Daisy Dukes of Freedom.”

"Oh my god..." You barely manage not to snort with laughter over that image. "Do I want to know?"

“Silkies.” He explains. “Running shorts in the military are…brief.” He hums with a grin. “I had some American Flag ones but then Rum was complaining my upper thighs were too white to wear them.”

"Your friend's objection was your lack of tan?" That only makes you laugh harder, and by the end of the song you're practically clinging to each other as you share that laughter between you. "I dunno, Jack." With your lips pursed, you correct yourself. "Whiskey." He's sure as hell smooth, so why not just use the nickname? "I think you might have to do a little tanning so you can wear them again."

“Well I left my speedo in Italy.” He chuckles. “So how do you suggest I tan?”

That opens up a whole new line of questioning, but in this moment you just flash him an even bigger grin. "Nude, hopefully."

He pretends to be shocked, mouth opened and he reaches for his chest as if he is clutching pearls. “Why I declare!” He drawls. “That is such a scandalous suggestion.” His lips curl into a smirk. “I love scandal.”

"I had a feeling you might." The song is over, your revolving has stopped, and as the next — much more upbeat — song begins, you tilt your head slightly to the edge of the dance floor. "You wanna go be scandalous, Whiskey?"

“Is that an offer?” He asks, lifting a brow and giving you a chance to change your mind. He loves to flirt and have a good time, but he wants it to be enthusiastic.

Hadn't he caught you staring at his lips maybe fifteen minutes ago? Was it really only just a few dances since then? It seemed like days spent basking in his energy and charm. Ah well. Why the fuck not? The Founding Fathers were all freaks anyway, might as well celebrate their way. "Yes."

Well, sugar…” Jack sweeps his hat off his head and holds it over his heart. “You just made my damn year.” He promises with a wink. “And I guarantee I’ll make yours.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that, cowboy.” Something tells you he’s bragging with plenty of proof to back him up, but you still give him a crooked smile as you dig your phone out of your pocket. “I’m going to tell my friends not to wait for me.”

“I’ll go collect Mr. Bear for you while you do that, sugar.” He nods and sets his hat back on his head and moves away so you can text your friends privately.

Sliding open your phone, the group chat you have with your friends is full of photos, videos, and excitement shared between them during the day. You’ve been apart from them longer than you expected but they seem to be having a ball — though Rum and Tequila don’t feature in any of the photos or videos so it seems like you’re the only one who stuck with an interested fella today.

Don’t wait up for me, ladies. You type out, and send along a selfie of you wearing Jack’s aviators with him picking up your prize bear off the table in the background. Gonna save a horse by riding that cowboy.

The answers that come back are swift and all congratulating you. Teasing you about your quick change of mind.

Yeah, yeah. I’ll give you all the gossip tomorrow. You write back, barely smothering a grin and you have to bite your lip to keep it at bay. I’ll send you guys a photo of his place and the address when we get there. If you never see me again, tell the cops it was the cheesy pickup lines that convinced me to go with him.

Jack watches you giggle as you put your phone away and walks back to your side with the bear. “See? Safe and sound.”

"Both of you." And something tight and gnarled in your heart seems to breathe more easily in a way you don't quite understand. It's an excitement you haven't felt in a very long time. "Lead the way," you say, accepting the bear happily when Jack deposits him in your arms.

“Did you ride with your friends, or do you want to follow me?” Jack’s Bronco is close to the party, having been here for hours bringing in coolers and helping to set up. He pauses by it and taps the side. “Give you a ride to your car if you want?”

“We all rode together, so I guess I have to beg a ride with you.” Saying it out loud makes it feel very real, but for some reason you’re not nervous. There is a tingle of anticipation and excitement but no worries.

Jack nods and opens the door to the passenger side for you. “Then let me give you the address of where we are going.”

“Thank you.” For both the door and for his understanding, you offer him a soft smile as you climb into the Bronco. So many men these days take the sensible precautions of women they’ve just met as an insult. It’s nice to not have to skirt the line and simply be upfront with him.

He smirks at you as he whips out his phone and opens it up to air drop you a location. “Nothing but details, sugar.”

“Which is the same thing the girls are gonna say to me tomorrow,” you tease, sitting back in the buttery soft seats as he pulls out of the parking lot.

“Then I better make sure you got nothin’ but good things to say.” Jack chuckles.

“I guess you’d better.” And you wink, even though the promise makes you squirm slightly in your seat.

“I don’t live too far.” Jack converses as he drives, wanting to you at ease. “That way I can be in the office easily in an emergency.”

“Like oh no, the whiskey isn’t old enough yet?” You ask, confused as to what kind of emergency a distillery could possibly have.

He chuckles. “Or the storage tanks collapsed and flooded the complex in raw, unbarreled whiskey.” He counters. “Thieves. Corporate spies.” He doesn’t get into the extra security Statesman has, that would be a little much for you to understand.

“Corporate spies. Thieves. You make it sound so…” Searching for the word, you notice he never even gets on a highway to get back to his place. He’s simply driving through a suburb as ramblingly as he pleases, and then turns down a long country road. “So very much like the beginning of a self-discovery novel, where the main character is just a lowly employee who finds out their job is really just a cover for something illegal or magical.” Grinning at him, you turn in the front seat and look at him instead of the drive. “Need an accountant? The place sounds fun.”

“Never know, maybe we could.” He chuckles, knowing he would enjoy seeing you around the office more. Might actually want to sit behind his desk more often if he could expect a view like you.

“Never know,” you agree, but your attention is quickly diverted by the little white-painted farmhouse with its picket fence and big shady trees outside that he pulls up beside. “It’s so cute!” You exclaim, having expected to see him living in something huge or deeply masculine. A house you’d see on Yellowstone or picture Clint Eastwood outside.

“Thanks.” He shoots the house a proud smirk. “My great-grandaddy built the place with his own two hands.”

“I love it even more now.” Madi would point out that you’re a sucker for a family story, and she would be right.

Jack is proud of the restoration and tasteful updates that have been done to the old place, an homage to the past. “Then you’ll love it when I tell you that they are buried up on that hill.” He chuckles, pointing to a little fenced off area around a large magnolia tree.

“Being a sentimental man runs in your family. I do like that.” When he pauses in sliding out of the Bronco to open your door and raises an eyebrow at you, you fluster. “Not that I assume you might be sentimental about me,” you clarify immediately. “Just that I appreciate a man who isn’t afraid to be passionate.”

“Sugar, that is something you’ll get to witness firsthand.” He promises as he climbs out and saunters around the front to help you out.

It’s a beautiful little place he’s got, and when he helps you out of the car you can see the wrap around porch does go all the way around, and that the house has been added on to in back. Maybe the second level was an add-on as well, you can’t quite tell. But it speaks to generations of love and stubbornness to stay here and add to this old place instead of moving or building new, and you like that. Loving and stubborn isn’t a bad combination by any means.

“Do you want a drink?” Jack offers. “Water, Coke?” He doesn’t just want to ply you with alcohol, so he offers other things, even though he is walking towards the bar cart in the corner.

“You can make two of whatever you’re drinking.” Whether that’s alcoholic or not, you have a feeling you’ll be putting your glass aside in favor of paying attention to other things soon enough.

“Hmmmm.” The countertop ice maker is put to use after you tell him this and Jack adds a little flair to his movements as combines orange vodka, pineapple juice and peach schnapps into a shaker and mixes it up before straining the cold alcoholic drink into two glasses and floats some blue raspberry vodka onto the top. “Here you go sugar.” He hands it to you with a wink.

“Do you have friends called Vodka and Schnapps, too?” It’s just a light tease, but he poured and mixed and assembled the drink so deliberately that you found yourself mesmerized by his movements. “Or one with the same name as whatever this drink is?”

“There are colleagues by those names.” He admits with a grin and takes a sip of his drink and groans in approval. “But this one was made just for you.” He hum. “I call this ‘Lick Her Right’.”

“Shit, Jack.” You end up smothering flustered giggles as you have your head at him and try a sip of the fruity sweet cocktail. It’s every bit as delicious as you expected and doesn’t taste a thing like alcohol — which probably means it’s the strongest drink you’ve had all day.

He chuckles at your cute little giggle. “Sweet with just a touch of twang,” he murmurs, stepping closer to you and leaning in to nuzzle his nose against your cheek next to your ear. “Just like the best pussy.” He murmurs in your ear. “Like I’m betting your pussy tastes.”

“Need you to do one thing for me before I let you find out,” you murmur, finding that just as you expected you’ve only had a few sips of the drink before something much more enticing has been presented to you.

“And what’s that, sugar?” Right now, he will offer you the moon. Give you whatever he needs to be able to strip off those tiny shorts of yours and drape your legs over his shoulders for a private Independence Day celebration.

“You’re gonna need to kiss me, cowboy.”

He laughs, tossing his head back and reaching up to take off his hat. “Much obliged to, sugar.” He promises before he swoops in for a kiss, his tongue still cold and fruity from the cocktail as he slides it into your mouth.

He’s playful and enthusiastic, two things you all but demand from a lover, and your arms slide around each other with greedy intensity as the rest of the room goes blank around you.

Jack’s drink is all but forgotten when he sets it on the table and pulls you closer, letting your body press against his as he plunders your mouth and groans in happiness that you accepted his invitation to come back to his place.

The half-wall behind you becomes the perfect thing to lean back against as Jack presses in, holding you as close as he is holding the last shred of decency you’ve got as you plunder each other’s mouths eagerly. You’re damn lucky your glasses didn’t get so thoroughly tossed aside that they fell over and stained his rug, but right now all you care about is chasing that sticky sweet taste from each other’s tongues.

His hands slide under your tiny little tank top, fingers pinching the back of your bra strap and unhooking it with one hand while the other slides under the cup to posses one breast. Keeping his tongue tangled with yours as he moans at the soft fullness of it, the hard nipple against his palm.

It's so smooth you might have barely noticed the movement at all, except his hands are hot and callused and the touch of them on your skin makes you moan into the messy kiss with enthusiasm. Nothing but the perfect heat and heaviness of him can penetrate your mind at this point — and that includes the heaviness growing hard in his own shorts as you both do your best to stay as pressed against the other's body as possible.

Jack presses his cock against your tiny shorts, grinding into you as he paws and plucks at your tit, pulling the most beautiful sounds from your throat as he slides his other hand to your neglected breast to give it the same treatment.

Pressed between Jack and the wall, your own hands wander freely. Mapping his body from broad shoulders down to slim waist, there is no hesitation there when you slide one hand into the back pocket of his shorts and pull him forward, inviting him to grind into you just as much as he likes as he swallows your moans.

There’s nothing wrong with a little over the clothing humping in Jack’s mind. Grinding against you and squeezing your tits as he kisses you is just the warm up for the night, although it feels pretty fucking good as you pull him closer.

The world has gone the most gorgeous shade of blank, narrowing down to just Jack, and when you finally can’t breathe in any more of him and have to break the kiss for air, the matching groans you let out are sweeter than any other sound.

You’re gorgeously giving and soft. Yielding to him. He reluctantly releases one breast and pulls back just a bare two inches to slide his hand between to you pop the button open on your shorts. His hand immediately sliding inside to delve into your panties.

“Fucking—” The rest of the curse, whatever it is, gets swallowed up by your moan as his thick fingers make quick work of finding your slick and swollen clit to draw circles around it that have you seeing double.

You’re wet and nothing is sexier to Jack than a wet pussy on an eager woman. He groans into your mouth. “Already so wet.” He rasps. “Want to see how much wetter you can get.”

“Before I dehydrate?” You huff, growling into a kiss with ferocity and angling your hips to try to get him to slide his fingers inside you. Not that it’s been very long at all since he first kissed you, but you’re on fire with wanting him and have been for hours. “Or before you finally fuck me?”

He chuckles into your mouth and bites at your lower lip. “Both?” He teases, rubbing your clit again before he finally gives you what you want and slowly sinks two fingers into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Shaking as he twists his wrist and presses the heel of his palm against your clit, you’re even more pinned against the wall behind you than you were a second ago. Far from finding it confining, your fingers dig into Jack’s broad shoulders with enthusiasm as you cling to him in that moment.

“That’s it.” He groans, feeling your walls pulse around his fingers and he hums in approval. “You’re little pussy likes my fingers.” He coos. “Why don’t you cum on them for me?”

If you could ever cum on command, it would probably be right now. It would be for the pair of thick fingers curled so perfectly inside your cunt every time he pumps them inside you that your vision whites out a little at the edges. It would be for the man who makes you simultaneously tense and limp with need. As it is, your toes are curling in your sneakers and you're about damn ready to flood his hand any second while the only sound you can make as an incoherent moan.

“Sugar, sugar, sugar.” He groans. “You’re so close.” He continues to finger you, loving how your eyes are rolling back. “Just let go and give it to me.” He begs. “I want to strip you down and eat your pussy, but I can’t until you cum for me.”

The absolute whimper of frustration on your lips and hearing what's coming next mighty really be what does it. What has you moaning his name into the warm evening air and holding onto him so tightly that your fingernails leave neat little half-moon shapes at the base of his skull. When you cum it's full force, with shaking legs and an arching back, and all you can think — when you eventually get your thoughts back after the fireworks subside in all your nerves — is how fucking glad you are that you took a chance on going home with this man.

Jack loves to see a woman cum. Always beautiful and you are no exception. The hollow of your throat is the perfect place to moan his praise, the white shorts he’s wearing becoming damp and showing it as he leaks pre-cum into the material. His fingers are soaked and making the most obscene sounds as he pumps them into your cunt until your entire body sags against the wall and is only held upright by his pinning you there. Then he slows his wrist and ease you to a stop as you pant his name. “Good girl.” Jack rasps against your throat. “Now I want to see what kind of mess your pussy made.”

“You’re gonna have to give me a second,” you huff, giggling under your own breath and a little dizzy. If he can do that with his hand, the rest of him is going to reduce you to a puddle. “Stripping is tricky when my legs are wobbly.”

He chuckles and pulls his hand out of your shorts to grab your thighs. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that.” He promises, pulling you up into his arms and guiding your legs around his waist as he pulls away from the wall to carry you through the house to his bedroom.

It only encourages you, which you’re sure was his intention, you steal kisses and swoon at this strength as you carries you down a hallway. By the time he turns into his room you’ve found the spot on the long column of his throat that makes him moan when you suck on it, and the bruise you’ve left there will be sure you remind of you every time he looks in a mirror for at least the next few days.

Jack’s bed is large, inviting and it’s not as heavily masculine as you might expect. The comforter is pillowy when he lays you down and smirks as he pulls back to look at you. “Now it’ll be easy to strip you down and not worry about those legs, except for how they look on my shoulders.” He boasts.

“I think I’m past the point in my dignity where I can dispute that,” you tease, wishing he hadn’t stood up fully because now he’s too far away for you to grab.

Jack unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off his shoulders. Revealing the shape of his hard cock pressing through the white shorts and he grins down at you. “We will just have to have an undignified time then.”

“Deeply undignified, I hope.” You agree, letting your eyes wander down the length of his body and darken all over again at the sight of what is waiting for you.

“Is there any other kind of sex?” Jack snorts, quickly unbuttoning and stripping down his shorts to groan in relief when his cock bounces free.

If you were going to debate with him, whatever argument you had gets lost on your tongue. He's a mouthwatering sight — veiny, cut, and curved just right so you know you're not only going to have him pulsing against your g-spot later but you're going to be cross-eyed and breathless while he's at it. "Fuck I hope not," you grin, licking your lips. "At least not tonight."

He smirks proudly and kneels on the bed, shuffling closer to reach for your shorts. He drags them over your hips along with your panties while you lift your hips so he can slide them down your legs and toss them on the floor. Eager to spread your thighs and get a good look at that slick pussy.

Sure it was only five minutes ago that your legs were shaking in his living room, but when he very surely moves your ankles to open your legs wide on top of his bed, your fingers drop between your spread legs without hesitation. His eyes on your pussy have you craving touch all over again.

There’s only your shirt left and Jack hates for the material to conceal your tits from his eyes, so he slides his hands up, grabbing the hem of it to pull over your head, unable to resist dipping his head down and lapping at a hard nipple.

It was barely a scrap of a shirt and this is so much better — tits free for his attention and back arching up to meet his mouth just as eagerly as he dips his head. The cool air in his room makes your already hard nipples peak even tighter, but all you can think about is the heat of his mouth and the heaviness against your thigh. Every inch of him feels incredible and he's not even inside you yet.

He lavished attention on one, then the other before he pulls away with a pop and a grin as he starts to slink back down your body. Intentions clear as he scrapes his teeth over the top of your mound and pulls your legs up onto his shoulders to cradle his head.

"Jack..." his name is a whine from your lips as he kisses the insides of his thighs, and one of your hands fists in his hair to tug encouragingly at the short strands.

He chuckles and blows a little air on your pussy to hear you whine again, your hips jerking up to try to meet his mouth. “Now, let’s get down to the business at hand.” He intones seriously. “You’ve got a pretty pussy that is begging to be eaten.” He looks up into your eyes and winks. “And I’m just the cowboy for the job.”

He dives in like a man starved, making you feel like every single woman whose pussy he tried to eat over the years must have denied him otherwise there wouldn't be any reason to be this voracious. That first lap at your slit has you gasping sharply, eyes rolling back in your head and tugging tighter on his hair in needy, silent gratitude. You'll be lucky if you can form any words beyond his name in all this. His name and endless repetitions of 'yes' or 'fuck'. But that's all you need.

Anything that Jack sets out to do, he does with vigor and eating your pussy is no different. His hands are wrapped around your thighs, pulling your hips up to his month as he devours you. Wanting to feel the sting of your hands pulling at his hair while his tongue carves a path through your folds.

He means to overwhelm your senses entirely and he's doing a damn good job, right down to how tightly he manages to hold you in place while he leaves no part of your soaking wet pussy untouched. Maybe at another time you might have fought of wrestled or taken some of the lead, but he's swept you away so entirely today that all of your usual sass is reduced to whimpers and moans under his attention. Probably because the attention of that long tongue of his is well worth submitting to.

He had been right, you do taste delicious. Making him even more ravenous as he explores what makes you whimper and whine his name as his tongue laps at your swollen clit.

Every time your hips twist or roll to beg for a specific kind of friction. he seems to be anticipating it. He reads the waves of your body like it's a second language, intuiting what you need and giving it to you with growls and groans of his own that vibrate through you and make you see wave after wave of stars.

His mustache is coated with your juices, his chin slick with them, and still he continues to devour you. Licking into you and pushing his tongue into your pussy like he is starved for you, his hooked nose pressed against your clit as he groans in pleasure.

It doesn’t matter how long you lay spread out like this. Or how long Jack spends devouring you like you’re his new favorite dessert. The walls could crumble down around you and you would still be begging for more.

Jack can feel your body start to tense, your thighs tightening around his head briefly and then relaxing only to do it again. He holds them loosely, wanting you to squeeze him and he rolls his tongue back up to your clit to lap at it.

The second time you cum for him isn't like being carried away on an ocean wave. Even the arch of your back is like being washed out to sea, and the roaring of your blood in your ears making you feel like you've just crashed on top of a wave in some dramatic engraving. It's like all of your senses are both being hugged tight and being blasted wide open and you're drowning in every sensation but your nerves are tingling with life as you float back down to earth in his bed.

Humming softly, the pads of his thumbs rub your inner thighs, soothing you as your breath starts to slow down. You had screamed loud enough to wake the dead. A feat that has Jack feeling mighty smug as he watches your closed eyes bounce around under your lids.

"Fucking hell," you manage, once you stop panting and have the presence of mind to push up on your elbows to be able to see him more fully.

Smirking up at you, he winks as he unfurls himself from between your thighs to rest on his knees. “How are we doing so far?” He asks, even though he knows the answer. “Feeling patriotic yet? Or should we really make you see fireworks?”

"I think we'd both be missing out if we gave up now." After all, you've barely done a thing for him. And if his cock feels half as good as it looks, you refuse to miss out on that.

“I have to admit, I’m dying to know what you feel like around my cock.” Jack confesses, his hand squeezing his cock and pumping it lightly.

"I think it's time for you to find out." There is a smirk curling in the corner of your mouth as you sit up, and with one hand beckon him closer. "Don't you?"

“Yes ma’am.” He hums. “Do you want to save or horse, or see if I can hold on for eight seconds?” His brow arches in question and he wonders what you will say.

“On your back, Jack.” You grin up at him, already shifting over to switch places. Even if this isn’t where you end up, you want to ride that handsome cowboy for at least a little while.

“Never say I don’t follow a lady’s orders.” Jack drawls as he lays down, tucking one hand behind his head and the other still pumping his cock languidly.

“Not if you know what’s good for you.” That smirk stays in place as you straddle his hips and lift yourself up, braced for your cunt to be so wet from his attention that he slides inside you right up to your throat.

Jack helps, holding his cock up for you line up. “Take your time, sugar.” He coos, watching you with a predatory gaze. “It takes time to make sure you are seated right.”

“Not too long.” A moan escapes your lips as you sink down, but you take him at a slow, steady pace. “I’ve been thinking about this all damn day.”

“And here I thought I couldn’t be the one to break your dry streak.” He teases, having read your lips from the margarita stand with the assistance of his glasses. He had turned off the special features before he put them on your nose earlier.

“Were you spyin’ on me earlier?” The best you can do with him halfway inside you is to raise one eyebrow as if you vaguely disapprove, but it doesn’t hold a single drop of water when you let out a shuddering little gasp and take more.

“I can read lips.” He admits with a grin. “Don’t worry, sugar, I didn’t hold it against you. Just made me want you more.”

"Now I feel like I ought to have made it harder for you," you purr, but the truth is that he'd had you from the first real smile. Not the smirks, not the intrigue of just being handsome in general. The first time Jack genuinely smiled at you, you had felt your heart beat a little faster. Now it's your pussy that's reacting to him, though, and you shift your weight to lean back and give him a long view of your whole body as you start to bounce on his cock. Whatever his reason for being interested in you, it is well worth it.

“Jesus Christ.” Jack hisses, sliding his hands up to your tits again. “You are such a pretty thing, so fucking beautiful.” He groans, admiring the view as you use him.

"View can't be as good as mine." Panting between each word is the only way to get them out, because your mind is so fuzzy all over again from how good he feels that all you can focus on is how well he fills you.

He would have to disagree, but you steal his ability to speak when you roll your hips and squeeze him tight. All he can do is groan and squeeze your tits harshly before sliding his hands down to your hips.

"Hold on, handsome." It doesn't take more than a few movements of your hips to establish a rhythm, and one that you're both thoroughly enjoying. With Jack's fingers curling insistently into your flesh, you pick up the pace and let your eyes slide shut in bliss.

Jack groans your name again and again when you fully seat him inside you. Giving you the encouragement and praise through the panted words.

It's a damn good thing that his bed isn't an antique like his house. Once you get going, with his encouragements and your own seemingly insatiable thirst for this man, it would be a damn shame to sacrifice an heirloom to your shared lust. The sheer power and force of your enthusiasm with his strength makes it feel like you're going to fuck each other into the stratosphere to begin with, there's no reason to lose furniture.

“That’s it, sugar.” Jack slaps your flank in encouragement and moans when you roll your hips down at little harder. “Fuck, you do know how to ride a man, don’t you?” He counts his lucky stars you wanted to come home with him. “Ride me hard.”

He might have been the one to make the joke about lasting the length of the ride, but you have no intention of getting bucked while you're on him. The prominent veins of his cock scrub your walls like they were made for you, bringing deeps moans and shuddering growls of his name from your lips with every bounce and rock of your body on his.

Bracing his feet on the bed, Jack tilts his hips up, changing the angle and he chokes out a sound of approval when you squeal in pleasure. “There it is.”

It's the exact angle you need to have the head of his cock battering against your g-spot with just the right amount of pressure, and right now you're prepared to swear that no one has ever managed to find the spot that perfectly before. Just like his fingers curling against it earlier, your vision whites out as your eyes slide shut again and you could swear this is what being on fire feels like as you cry his name out in that quiet little farmhouse.

When your pace stalls, Jack picks up the slack. Driving up into you while your walls convulse and you shake on top of him. Groaning out your name raspily as he works himself towards that same peak you are currently cresting.

It's so easy to fall forward, bracing yourself on his chest with both hands and letting him take over the pace. Your third orgasm ripples through you so sharply and definitively that you practically scream, but his arms are there to catch you and pin you to his chest while he races toward his own pleasure.

It only takes a few driving thrusts until his holding you tight, locking his arms around you and grinding up into you. Your name is moaned into his ear as he floods your fluttering pussy with his cum. “Fuck sugar.” He groans. “Little pussy is milking my cock like a dream.”

"I'm afraid..." You're both panting, and you rest your forehead on his rising chest for a beat and giggle to yourself. The flow of endorphins is making you feel so light you could fly. "I've been neglecting her. She was hungry."

“Pussy like that needs to be seen to frequently.” Jack chuckles breathlessly and strokes your back as the sweat clinging to your bodies starts to dry and cool. “I’ll be happy to make sure that happens.”

"Oh yeah?" In the bliss of the moment, when you pull back to look him in the eye, it's like you're seeing a completely different side of the needy and addictive man who was pushing you up against a wall a mere hour ago. This Jack is soft at the edges, boyish and gleeful, not to mention beautifully relaxed as he cradles your body against him. "Thinkin' about asking me out, cowboy?"

“Considering it.” He admits before that soft smile curves into more of a smirk. “I think it would be my patriotic booty to keep you satisfied.” It’s the repeat of the joke from earlier, but completely worth it because of how cheesy it is. “What do you say, sugar?” He asks. “Want to make everyday Independence Day?”

"I think it's only right." Stretching slightly, the tip of your nose nearly touches his and you dip your head barely lower to hover above his mouth. A single centimeter of movement and you would be kissing him. "It'd be a damn shame to never ride my new favorite steed again."

“Damn shame.” He agrees. Since you’ve been in his house, the sun has slipped below the horizon and he reaches up to cup your cheek just as the first muted boom of the fireworks from Statesman is heard. “Happy Fourth of July, sugar.” Jack murmurs before he crushes his lips to yours, happy that he had decided to go to the celebration rather than taking a mission. He had never had a better Fourth than this one.

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[coopigeoncoo]

Meat Cute, Chapter 5

Chapter Links: First, Previous <- Chapter 5 ->Next

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Rating: Mature (rating may change)

Tags: Canon-typical violence, Cannibalism, Reader is a cannibal, Fake/pretend relationship, Puns, Raccoon Reader, Tags may change, Swearing

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In a bid to appear more approachable to the denizens of the Hazbin Hotel, Alastor enlists the help of his favorite butcher to step into the roll of an (after)lifetime: pretending to be his paramour!

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“You can't deny we have so much in common,” Alastor's grinned, his smile somehow, impossibly, widening even farther as he leaned down on the counter on a single elbow; his nose nearly touching yours as you stood frozen in place. “I'm somewhat of a Butcher myself, you know.”

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A story where one thing is certain: the steaks are never bigger than when love is on the line.

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Continue reading below, or follow the link to A03!

Most days, Charlie's incessant prattling amused Alastor.  It was one of the few traits they both shared after all; the ability to pick up the threads of dropped conversations and weave them into something new.  Usually a pithy quip on his part while Charlie would provide some long-winded tirade about friendship and optimism; nonsensical sorts of things that Alastor didn’t spare much thought towards. 

Generally, it was an effortless feat for Alastor to redirect Charlie's attention and energy onto something or someone else; goodness knows that the residents of their hotel could generously be described as an absolute mess most of the time.  There was always some sort of disaster brewing that the little Princess couldn't help but insert herself into.  A lovers tiff here, a genocide there, another new guest with an uninspired tale of woe that required comfort and a supportive embrace or two.

But there was a stubborn streak in Charlie today that kept her focus fully on the Overlord.  And while he usually never shied away from being the center of attention, Alastor had to admit that he was beginning to grow increasingly weary of her present line of questioning.

“-so what do you think?  Are you willing to give it a shot?”  Charlie asked, her entire body practically quivering in anticipation for his answer.  

“Hmm?  I'm sorry, I must have drifted off for a moment there. What were you saying?” Alastor apologized, his eyes alight with false sincerity.  

“Oh, come on!  There was no way you tuned out that entire musical number!” Charlie groaned in frustration.  “I hit like, three super high notes!  There was confetti-”

“I was dancin’,” a passing sanitation worker interjected, unceremoniously dumping a bin full of used hypodermic needles into the back of an idling trash truck.  

“-the garbageman was dancing, Alastor!”

“I’m sure it was a most spectacular sight!” Alastor assured him.

“Damn right it was,” the garbage man grumbled under his breath as he hefted a heavily stained mattress into his arms.  

“Okay, just- ugh!” Charlie sighed, dragging a hand down her face in exasperation. “Forget the song-”

“Way ahead of you, my dear!” Alastor grinned, spinning his staff merrily as he set off down the sidewalk, Charlie quickly catching up despite his longer stride.  

“I'm just worried, Alastor.  You haven't really made any effort to open up to anyone at the hotel.”

“Haven't you ever heard the saying about mixing business and pleasure?  I'm merely maintaining a professional demeanor.  I would hate for the sterling reputation of our fine establishment to be tarnished by unprofessionalism!” Alastor explained, wiggling his fingers at a passing sinner who cowered under the oppressive weight of Alastor's fleeting glance.

“See, this is exactly what I mean!” Charlie shouted, frantically waving at all the pedestrians ducking down alleys and darting recklessly into oncoming traffic to avoid having to cross paths with the Radio Demon.  “People are afraid of you, Alastor.”

“As well they should be!  I am an Overlord after all, my dear.  Being terrifying is part of the job description.”

“Yes, I know that!  But the problem is that everyone is afraid of you.”

“Are they now?  I guess most people must be smarter than they look!” Alastor laughed in delight as Charlie's consternation grew. 

“I'm being serious here!  Even the people at the hotel are still…uncomfortable with you,” Charlie offered diplomatically.  “Which isn't what the hotel is supposed to be about.  It's supposed to be a place of friendship and comradery- where people can feel safe enough to open up and be vulnerable.”

Charlie paused in her explanation to gesture to the palpable air of malevolence that radiated from her hotelier.

“And you come off as everything but safe.”

“Oh, stop it!  You're making me blush!” Alastor cooed, lifting a coy hand to cradle his pale cheek.  

“Alastor,” Charlie sighed, quickly shuffling around him on the sidewalk so she could place herself directly in his path, forcing him to come to an abrupt halt and look into her pleading eyes.  “Please.  I need the hotel to be a success.  And I think that's what you want, too.  For whatever reason.”

Alastor was quiet as he examined the determined jut of Charlie's chin, his head tilting slightly to the side in consideration.  “What exactly is it that you require of me?”

“To be friendly.  To honestly try and connect with someone.”

“Shall I braid your hair then?  Gossip with the Effeminate Fellow about boys?”

“Those are both great ideas!  But they…don't really seem like your thing,” Charlie hesitantly admitted.  “Why don't you start out with something you're good at?”

“Torture?” 

“Talking.”

“If you insist,” Alastor sighed.  “But my suggestion would be considerably more entertaining.”

“Hey, you never know where a good conversation might lead!  Just look at me and Vaggie!,” the Princess chirped excitedly, her eyes sparkling in delight at the mere thought of her taciturn partner. “She would barely say two words to me when we met and now we tell each other everything!”

“Ahhh,” Alastor narrowed his eyes in suspicion.  “Is that your angle?  To find me a partner?  A paramour?  To try to soften me up with affection?”

“What?  No, that's not it at all!” Charlie rushed to assure him, her hands flapping wildly in front of her body as though she could physically waft away the misunderstanding.  “I mean, it would be great if you could find someone like that, you know, if- if you wanted to!  It's nice to have someone to care about- to care about you , in that way.”

“Please, do elaborate,” Alastor said, gesturing in front of himself with an exaggerated wave of his hand, encouraging Charlie to continue down the hopelessly cracked and pitted sidewalk towards Cannibal Town. 

“Oh- uhhh,” Charlie sputtered, stumbling over her own legs slightly as she moved to fall into step beside Alastor, her fingers nervously twiddling around each other as she struggled to find the words to explain herself.  “Partners are, well- it's sort of like being friends, but more?  Better, I guess?  You talk with them and spend time with them like friends, but they just-”

Charlie paused, heaving in a deep sigh as she imagined her girlfriend in her mind's eye, and tried to verbalize all the wonderful feelings that Vaggie cultivated in her heart.

“When you see someone you love, your day just instantly brightens.  You get excited thinking about the next time you see them- it feels like a bunch of moths are fluttering around inside of your belly.”

Alastor's upper lip curled up in revulsion.  “And that's a desirable feeling?  Intestinal insects?”

“Well, not when you put it that way,” Charlie huffed, crossing her arms across her chest in frustration.  “It's something you can't really explain unless you've experienced it.”

Alastor was unusually quiet, the ambient humming that surrounded him barely audible as they continued on their way.  For a moment, Charlie worried that she had maybe gone too far; that she had drawn an exclusive circle around herself and her experiences that painted Alastor as even more of an outsider than he already was.  An apology sat perched on her tongue, ready to assure him that it was okay to never have felt these things, when Alastor spoke up.  

“It doesn’t feel like fluttering,” Alastor drawled, his free hand pressed against his abdomen pensively.  “It’s more akin to a gnawing sensation.”  

“Wait-,” Charlie gasped, quickly sucking in a lungful of the humid Hellish air.  “Alastor, is there- is there someone you have feelings for?”

“Upon reflection I do believe there might be, based on your exceptionally vivid description of the experience,” Alastor informed her with an excited grin, pushing open the reinforced glass door of a building and ushering Charlie over the threshold ahead of him with a courteous incline of his head.  

“Ooooohhhhh, Alastor!” Charlie squealed, bouncing on her toes in barely suppressed jubilation as she queued up in the short line in front of the register.  “Who is it?  How long have you known them? Can I meet them?  Do you think they like you back?  Wait- that's too many questions!  I'm sorry!  But I'm just so excited for you!”

“It's fine, my dear!  Perfectly understandable,” Alastor reassured her with an indulgent laugh.  “And of course you can meet them, if that's what you'd like.”

“YES!” Charlie yelled, only realizing how loud she was once all the numerous eyes of both the customers and the walls of the store quickly shifted their focus onto her.  She coughed into her fist and straightened her lapels in embarrassment as she waited for the other customers to lose interest and turn away. “I mean- that is to say, it would be lovely to meet them at your earliest convenience.”

“But of course!” Alastor agreed readily as he stepped with Charlie to the front of the line.  “Here she comes now!”

“Now?” Charlie squawked, spinning around frantically in quick circles to try and catch a glimpse of who in the store Alastor might be referring to.

“Here you are, Alastor, Sir,” you announced with a nervous grin, sliding a large, paper-wrapped parcel across the counter.  “One whole venison round, as requested.”

“Thank you, my dear!” Alastor said as he took hold of the meat, vanishing it to locations unknown with a quick snap of his fingers.  “I was wondering if I might trouble you for a moment longer, though?”

Sweat immediately began to gather at your hairline as you tried to swallow down the bile creeping up your throat.  “Is- is there a problem with your order?”

“No, no, nothing like that!” Alastor assured you with a sharp grin that did little to settle your nerves.  “It has recently been brought to my attention that I am enamored with you.”

All sounds inside the butcher shop abruptly halted, like the entire store had been sucked into a vacuum; customer's jaws hanging slack in shock at the unexpected confession. 

“You're what?” You squeak in obvious distress, casting pleading glances at your coworkers who were quietly peeking in  through a slim crack through the backroom door, eager to spy on the unfolding drama.

“Enamored, my dear!  Beguiled!  Infatuated!  Smitten, if you will.”

“You… like me?” You muttered dumbly as your brain struggled to process the bizarre scene you had found yourself thrust into the middle of.  

“Apparently!” Alastor laughed, reaching behind himself to tug his companion to his side.  “See, I was chatting with my associate here, Charlie, the Princess of Hell-”

“Your Grace,” you croak dryly, dropping into what was hopefully a passable curtsy.

“Hey, uh- nice to meet you!” Charlie greeted with a stiff wave and an even stiffer smile. 

“-and she made me realize what my true feelings for you were!  How you make my day better, how I look forward to the next time I see you, how you make my stomach rumble,” Alastor growled lowly, his already towering form seeming to elongate as he loomed over you.

“...It ah- it sounds like maybe you're just… hungry whenever you see me?”

“Perhaps!” Alastor cackled, his staticy laugh even more distorted up close.  “But one man's passion is another man's hunger, as they say!”

“Do they say that?  Is that a thing people say?!” You whispered manically towards Charlie, her shoulders jumping up towards her ears in a helpless shrug.

“Gastrointestinal palpitations aside, you can't deny we have so much in common,” Alastor's grinned, his smile somehow, impossibly, widening even farther as he leaned down on the counter on a single elbow, his nose nearly touching yours as you stood frozen in place; afraid that any sudden movement might somehow cause him to pounce. “I'm somewhat of a Butcher myself, you know.”

“RIGHT, okay!” Charlie interrupted with a nervous laugh, slamming a handful of bills down onto the counter as she managed to mercifully push herself between the Radio Demon and the meat counter.  “So sorry, but we have to go- there's important hotel business we need to get back to!  It was lovely meeting you, have a nice day, BYE!”

You were still staring at the door minutes after Charlie had frantically pulled Alastor out of the store, only snapping out of your daze when your manager shuffled up beside you, nose buried in the employee handbook.  

“I've triple checked and experiencing sudden romantic overtones isn't grounds for taking personal leave,” he explained, pointing to the exact passage in the well-worn guide.  “You're gonna’ have to finish out your shift.”

“Of course,” you replied distantly, unable to meaningfully focus on anything other than your racing thoughts and the strange, muffled ringing in your ears.  “What about if I pass out?”

“Says here you'll get a fifteen minute break and a strong cup of tea.”

“Better put the kettle on then,” you mumbled as your knees buckled, vision going black as you plummeted towards the floor.  Your manager looked down at your crumpled body and sighed, nudging you out of the way with his foot and stepping up to the register.  

“Next in line!”

[rayllurn]

Okay, so now that I’ve had a chance to slightly recover from the rayllum brain rot (i’ll never make a full recovery) here are some of my (mostly) non-rayllum related thoughts on s6:

-I’m actually shocked the age rating is as low as it is…there was a lot of really emotional and shocking stuff (I’m looking at you, Viren’s death scene, Claudia screaming and crying over Viren’s body, Sol Regem eating Pharos, Soren offering to sacrifice his literal heart, the entire first half of episode eight, the startouch elves murdering a literal child).

-I don’t think I’ve ever seen a show where the relationships feel so intimate to the point of making me feel like I’m invading on a personal moment (before remembering that the characters aren’t real lol). Specifically, Terry bathing Claudia (I’m so soft for this) and Callum and Rayla sharing a blanket (and a very sweet and intimate moment) on the frozen ship. Idk man it’s just so fucking good. It all feels so sincere and mature. Also whatever the heck happened between the end of 06x06 and the beginning 06x07…y’all know what I’m talking about.

-I haven’t seen enough people talking about the music because oh my god, it’s phenomenal!! The standouts for me are the end of 06x06 (aka rayllum kiss scene) and when Viren is casting the “hearts of cinder” spell in 06x08. Score release when????

-On the topic of 06x08, it’s objectively the best episode of the season, maybe even the entire series (although on a personal level, 06x06 is my favorite for *reasons*).

-The Janaya vows were spectacular. 10/10 no notes.

-I REALLY loved Ezran and Soren this season. Ezran was so grown up and showed tremendous leadership and strength when negotiating with Karim, who was incredibly disrespectful and arrogant towards him (also, that dude was plastered lmao). Soren taking control and making the choice to evacuate the castle (which is 100% what Ezran would have done), and then begging Viren to sacrifice him to cast the “hearts of cinder” spell and save lives?? HELLO?? That was so emotional and made me love Soren that much more (which I didn’t even think was possible).

-All of the voice acting was A++. Racquel’s sobbing and screaming gives me CHILLS. Jason’s acting during Viren’s sacrifice scene? Outstanding. Sasha lowering her voice as Ezran gets older? So talented. They are all so good holy crap. They really have the A Team.

-The scene of Rayla with her mom and dad is devastating, but also bittersweet. I’m glad Rayla has a sense of closure here.

-Ruthari reunion when??

-Sorvus and Sorpeli are REAL and I’m not mad about it.

[daisybianca]

WAG VIBES

CHARLES LECLERC ♡

BRIEF FLUFF

pairing: charles leclerc x femalereader

warnings: none. just fluff and shirtless Charles, so try not to fall in love.

summary: you are not an early bird and Charles is determined to identify the best possible solution in order to wake you up.

WAKING UP THAT early provided Charles with the unique opportunity to witness one of the true beauties in the world, he was absolutely aware of that.

And no. He wasn't accustomed to it because he adored any spectacular sunrises, or any birds and crickets creating their own morning music, strumming their forewings like violins in hope of attracting a mate.

There was something more angelic and more cherished filling his view right now.

Laying on the huge bed of the mansion that Charles had rented for your upcoming anniversary, your hair embraced your facial features like a flawless curtain and your boyfriend couldn't help but stare.

Charles neither couldn't nor wanted to get his eyes off of you.

In the back of his mind, he captured in a picture that moment and allowed himself to pile it there. Storing it for the rough days, which were just around the corner and fast approaching to place some new challenging obstacles in your lives.

You and him lived in Monace, but his job required constant traveling. The majority of those times that he would have to be far away fron your residence, you had work to be done too, so it wasn't easy for the both of you being away from each other for so long. You both were absolutely terrified of the idea that you weren't going to be the first person to wake up next to each other every morning. So Charles tried everything in his power to make your time together as much fun and joyful as possible.

Charles was a morning person and an early riser who had trouble getting you out of bed due to the fact that... you were the complete opposite of that.

He had tried coaxing, sweet-talking, even complaining before, but none of it had really worked.

Charles had just been back from his morning routine, even though you two were far away from Monaco. He never neglected or abandoned his regular activities that kept him in good shape.

As he was frozen there, watching you sleep, he searched for any possible ways to wake you up calmly.

He was covered in sweat from running a few miles and his thin, athletic shirt was sticky and moist from the liquid that danced across his sturdy chest and arms.

Therefore, he didn't want to sit close to you, mumble in your ear, or whatever else demanded eveb the slightest physical touch.

Even though he would very much like to place tiny kisses on your forehead, then turn them into small pecks on your neck, on your belly... and go on and do whatever his sweet, blessing lips can do to pleasure you...

His smirk was fierce. "Hey, I'm back, my love." His light accent echoed in the room but wasn't enough to wake you up from the dead of sleep.

So he pulled the fabric off his body, exposing his damp abs to you, even though you weren't quite able to see them at the moment.

He dropped the fabric on the floor and opened the curtains of the room more widely, allowing the sun to enter more of its sparkling light into the room.

The sun dazzled and your face shone radiant, fully unveiled to it.

You frowned and turned around. "Baby, why would you do that?" You growned sleepily.

Charles approached the bed, caressing your ravishing face with his strong fingers. You opened you eyes and glanced at your boyfriend.

You eyes fell almost immediately upon his exposed upper body. "Why are you half naked, baby?"

Charles smiled.

Due to the fact that exhaustion of the trip was too much to handle the previous day, you had forgotten that he had an ordinary morning schedule, which included running, drinking almost a single ocean of water and exercising.

"I went for a run." He admitted, despite the fact that he already knew you were entirely aware of his morning activities.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot." You smiled and covered you face with a spongy pillow.

"Will you get up? I have so many things in mind that we can spend every minute of the day enjoying."

"But baby, it's only 8am..." You complained.

Charles didn't insist. He had another, more powerful strategy in mind.

"Fine," He made his way to the door of the room to exit it. "I'm going to take a shower. I wanted you to join me, but I guess I'll have to take it by mysel--"

You jumped out of the bed as if you were a spring. "No, no! I'm up!" You yelled, taking his white shirt off, which appeared to be a dress on you after a whole night of stretching and stretching in bed, as it was wrapped around your figure. You threw it on the floor, next to his wet one.

Charles smirked as you ran to him, passing by the hallway. "Damn, I knew that would work!" Charles encircled your cheeks with his big hands. Then, he placed a small kiss on your forehead and then on your nose, making his way towards your dry mouth.

"No," You flinched away from him. "Baby, you know how I feel about kissing in the morning! I haven't even brushed my teeth yet."

"(y/n)..." He presses your face, turning it to face him entirely. "After all this time... do you really think I care?" He whispered and brought your faces closer, leaning in and colliding his lips with yours.

His lips were softer than anything you have ever known. Heavenly soft like a first snowball, like melting and floating and being weightless in water. It was sweet, it was so effortlessly sweet and you couldn't help but give in to the man that was able to make a woman's heart melt and shatter, all at once. Just by one of those astonishing looks of his, with his big, green and colorful eyes.

♡

a/n: I just pictured Charlotte reading these stories our obsessed asses write about her boyfriend... 💀

also, requests are always open for my WAGS!!! <333

[disneyparksattractionstournament]

Stats for Round 1

A little less than a day til the end of Round 2! In the meantime, here are super late stats for Round one I should have made a week ago!

Highest Participation:

689: Submarine Voyage vs Enchanted Tale of Beauty and the Beast

415: MuppetVision 3D VS. Mickey's PhilharMagic

348: California Scream' vs Indiana Jones Adventure

342: Star Tours VS. Millennium Falcon: Smugglers Run

328: Beauty and the Beast Live on Stage vs Tower of Terror (any version)

Lowest Participation

139: Typhoon Lagoon Wave Pool VS. Polynesian Volcano Slide

140: Jumpin' Jellyfish vs Maliboomer

155: Disney's Aladdin: A Musical Spectacular VS. Frozen – Live at the Hyperion

158: The Casey Jr. Circus Train VS. Storybook Land Canal Boats

164 Heimlich's Chew Chew Train VS. Food Rocks/Kitchen Kabaret

Biggest Sweeps:

Big Thunder Mountain Railroad 93.8% vs Astro Orbiter 6.2%

Space Mountain (any version) 92.6% vs Aquatopia 7.4%

The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh 91.7% vs Armageddon – Les Effets Speciaux 8.3%

Big Thunder Ranch 89.1% vs Doug: Live! 10.9% 

Living with the Land 88.2% vs Circle of Life: An Environmental Fable 11.8%

Parks by winners

Disneyland: 24 (out of 41)

Magic Kingdom: 19 (out of 28)

Tokyo disneyland: 18 (out of 25)

DCA: 12 (out of 21)

Epcot: 11 (out of 23)

Disneyland Paris:11 (out of 21)

Hollywood Studios: 10 (out of 19)

Shanghai disneyland: 6 (out of 10)

Hong Kong Disneyland: 6 (out of 14)

Tokyo Disneysea: 6 (out of 10)

DAK: 4 (out of 9)

Walt Disneys Studios Paris: 3 (out of 7)

(Edited/added!) Parks by winners with percentages:

Tokyo disneyland: 18 (out of 25) 72%

Magic Kingdom: 19 (out of 28) 67.86%

Shanghai disneyland: 6 (out of 10) 60%

Tokyo Disneysea: 6 (out of 10) 60%

Disneyland: 24 (out of 41) 58.54%

DCA: 12 (out of 21) 57.14%

Hollywood Studios: 10 (out of 19) 52.63%

Disneyland Paris:11 (out of 21) 52.38%

Epcot: 11 (out of 23) 47.83%

DAK: 4 (out of 9) 44.44%

Hong Kong Disneyland: 6 (out of 14) 42.86%

Walt Disneys Studios Paris: 3 (out of 7) 42.86%

[hopelesslyfallenninlove]

Larissa Weems x Reader Chapter 4: A well needed chat

Chapter 3- where we left off: With that being said I turn around and close my eyes beginning to turn back. I hear a gasp leave her lips, I am frozen in place…

“Y/N? You’re the little raven that’s been visiting me?” Larissa questions in disbelief. I slowly turn around to face her. Larissa looks so angry right now, I've never seen her with such rage before. Maybe I should have just stopped going there, so she wouldn't look at me this way. The more she stares at me the more my heart breaks knowing that I have ruined the trust we've had. I feel a tear roll down my eye and with out a second thought I turn into the raven and fly off, not wanting to see Larissa look at me that way anymore. I fly and fly and fly till I reach Burlington. I contemplate on weather or not I should just run away entirely and hop of the train and disappear for the rest of my life, live in the woods forever or go back and face the music. After much consideration on all parts the best option is to go back, however I don't want to go back just yet, I need a few more hours to myself.

As I approach Nevermore it is late into the next evening, I avoid going in front of Larissa's balcony and instead fly in front of Wednesday's when I see Enid on her bed crying. I land on the balcony and gently knock on the window, she jumps and looks when she sees me she gets a confused look on her face but comes to the window anyways. "Ms. Y/N, what are you- how did you get here?" Enid questions before letting me in fully.

"Oh, Enid never mind that right now, what's wrong kiddo?" I wave off her concerns of me appearing out of know where and try to get down to the task at hand.

"Oh... it's something stupid. I'm gonna be okay, just needed a cry" Enid tells me avoiding the conversation.

"I won't push you to talk but just know that I am always here for you." I tell her sincerely and give her a side hug. As soon as we pull away her door opens an in walks Wednesday.

"Enid, I didn't forget it was your birthday, you were supposed to come down for your surprise party." Wednesday tells her with her same emotionless face. Enid looks at me and chuckles before replying to Wednesday with a simple oh. "What are you doing here Ms. Y/N? You know Principle Weems has been looking for you all day" Wednesday finally looking at me questions. I clear my throat and stand up.

"Oh, I was just have a quick fly by when I saw Enid crying and needed to make sure she was okay. Now that she is, first Happy Birthday and second I will leave you both be." Since I was out all night and day I barely registered what I said and the fact that I am now a raven again flying away from their window. Wednesday and Enid are both shocked at what they had just witnessed.

I soon make it to my room, and transform back to my human form and get ready for bed. I double check that my door is locked before heading into a peaceful slumber. As I awake midday I am reminded of how I left Wednesday and Enid so in quick haste I go to their room to talk to them about that. It being Saturday I don't have to worry about them being in class, I knock on their door waiting for one of them to answer. To my surprise it is both of them, Enid having a mega watt smile on, they let me in the room. "Look, I know what I did last night and you girls can't tell anyone what I am or what you saw. I try really hard to keep it a secret. If people found out they would either ask me to change into what ever animal or they would come after me." I look at both girls and they both nod.

"You don't have to worry Ms. Y/N, we understand and your our favorite teacher so we need you hear with us." Enid said and Wednesday just nodded in agreement.

"Good, thank you girls, I really appreciate it, truly. Now you both have a spectacular weekend see you Monday." With that being said I left and went back to my room where someone is waiting for me. Before entering my room I can already smell her familiar sandalwood and jasmine perfume right as I am outside my door. I guess this is now or never. I push it open and there she is sat on my bed holding my pillow. She looks up and I can see the fresh tears on her cheeks. She puts the pillow down before coming up to me and clinging on for dear life. She soon starts to sob uncontrollably. I whisper soothing words and reassure her that it is all going to be okay. Larissa soon calms and she slaps my shoulder. "Ow, what was that for, Larissa?" I rub it as she tries to glare but just more tears fall out.

"Don't you ever do that to me again. Do you hear me? You left for almost 24hrs with no one hearing from you. I thought you got hurt or worse got shot in your bird form and was laying in the woods dying. So... if this between us is going to work I need you to be more careful and not run away at the first sign of a fight. Do you hear me Y/F/N?" Larissa says as sternly as she can.

"Wait, wait a minuet I thought you were pissed at me for deceiving you? And you looked like you wanted to rip my head off and hang it as a trophy so yeah I left" I tell her confused. Larissa looks at me in the eyes with nothing but love and some amusement. What is funny at this point in time right now.

"Oh, no love I was not mad just a little confused but it all made since after I thought it all through I mean who else but you would bring me flowers and notes as a bird. And if I am honest I might have done some digging on you after our very first meeting so I knew you could change into animals, but didn't put those together till last night." Larissa grabs my hand rubbing the back and softly tells me. Good she's not mad.

"Well, that's good then. I'm sorry for scaring you for being gone so long. Sometimes when I'm really emotional I get stuck in my head and time flies but" I joke and Larissa chuckles at that.

"So, now we have that cleared up. It is very clear to me that we have a very strong connection. So if you are willing to give me a second chance to take you on that date we had planned?" Larissa's eye hold hope and I just can't help but smile wide in response.

"I think I can manage that, love" I tell her and lean in to kiss. This kiss is different from others it is softer and more loving. We break apart with smiles on our faces. "So what time are you gonna pick me up Larissa?"

Larissa smile gets even wider. "How about 5pm darling?"

"That sounds like a perfect plan to me" Larissa gives me one last kiss before saying goodnight and retiring into her room. I flop down on my bed and just think about how this all changed again in a 180, but I'm not going to complain. Wow I get an actual date with Larissa Weems. This is going to be amazing.

[ginjasnappp]

Alien Romulus: my opinions/review!!

I'm so sorry to everyone who sees this and therefore is subjected to it but my thoughts must exist somewhere

Spoiler free review is overall I'd recommend it! I think it did a lot of things right by the franchise and is a solid addition - but nothing beats the original imo.

Also I've only seen the first 2 movies before this so call me a fake fan if u want but the og is all I need

Spoilers for the whole movie below the cut!

Also warning it's absurdly long

THINGS I LIKED:

▫️ I really enjoyed all the characters! I thought they were faithfully written as a bunch of rebellious, rambunctious young adults trying their best in a shitty world. I thought their dialogue was fun and realistic and their age made me hold more space for the fact that they made reckless choices lol. I also thought their acting was spectacular. I wish we got a little more time with them before they got killed off to make way for Raine.

▫️The scoring and cinematography were great. it veered in and out of familiar territory, but there were several moments where the music and camerawork really evoked the first film, and even when it didn't to me, it was still effective.

▫️PRACTICAL EFFECCCCTTSSS how I have missed them. There was a mix of practical effects and CGI but even most of the cgi was done really well except for one part (lookin at you, Ash deepfake). All the practical creatures and general ooze and viscera were great.

▫️ The human hybrid?? Creepy as FUCK. It easily couldve been goofy lookin but it was genuinely super unsettling and expertly done imo!

NEUTRAL OBSERVATIONS:

▫️ This movie rang closer to Aliens than Alien to me, which was a little bit disappointing but entirely down to personal preference. Part of my love for Alien comes from the claustrophobia and creeping sense of dread - 'where is it', 'there's nothing I can do but hide', etc, and while there was some of that, this and Aliens are more action-packed with loud conflict and guns. Still a lot of fun though!

▫️I found it interesting and a little unfaithful that the only characters to get facehugged/otherwise impregnated (at least onscreen) were female characters. A big part of why a male character was the facehugger victim in Alien is because Ridley Scott noticed that in horror, the female characters are usually the ones to be physically violated in such a way and wanted to flip that around and make male audiences uncomfortable by depicting a male 'birth scene' (from what I read years ago, anyway). Seeing as Scott worked on this movie as well, I'm interested in why this choice was made, if it was even a conscious choice.

▫️The 'artificial person' Andy is a whole can of worms for me. When he was first introduced, before he's revealed to be an AP, my (and my parent who I saw it with's) very first thought was 'oh god, he's the autistic character that's gonna get killed off'. He is an example of how stereotypical autistic traits and scifi android traits (not understanding social cues, taking things literally, being outwardly unemotional and practical) can overlap, and there's a very fine line between drawing interesting but not direct parallels and coding the character outright, often negatively or to characters' detriment. He's definitely a character I'd be interested in hearing other people's thoughts on!

THINGS I DISLIKED/DIDNT MAKE SENSE/THOUGHT WERE MEH

▫️We all know you can't breathe in the vaccuum of space - so why, after being warned of the danger of letting the xeno blood go through the floor, did it actually happen and then everything was fine? Sure, things were sucked out into space, but Raine was fine and could breathe, which is impossible - her head would have imploded seconds after she was exposed to the vacuum. Also she would have frozen to death.

▫️The deepfake face. Just why?? I think it could have been way cooler if his face was entirely practical and maybe worn beyond recognition, and then a namedrop or similar reveal could be really effective.

▫️Dare I say it - too many aliens. Like the difference between Alien and Aliens, I find one unfaceable threat in an enclosed space is more effective than a whole shootable swarm in a large space. I enjoyed the shots of facehuggers skittering everywhere tho.

▫️This is PURELY my own unreasonable hopes being dashed but I was hoping and praying for a Sigourney Weaver/Ripley cameo. I understand wanting to leave her to her era and not drag her into a new one (and also that apparently she died like 4 movies ago) but I MISS MY QUEEEEEN

▫️I wish we got a liiittle more worldbuilding - though I understand the sentiment of 'we know what you're here for so we'll get right to it' lol.

That's it! Wow ty for reading if you got this far

Hand over your opinions >:3

[thesamsaraholidays]

Explore Ladakh with the Best DMC for Ladakh | The Samsara Holidays

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Why Visit Ladakh?

Ladakh's unparalleled beauty lies in its rugged mountains, crystal-clear lakes, and vast, open skies. Here are some reasons why Ladakh should be on your travel bucket list:

Stunning Landscapes: From the mesmerizing Pangong Lake to the serene Nubra Valley, Ladakh's natural beauty is truly awe-inspiring. The region is a photographer's dream, with its dramatic contrasts of colors and textures.

Rich Cultural Heritage: Ladakh is home to ancient monasteries like Hemis, Thiksey, and Diskit. These monasteries not only offer spiritual solace but also a glimpse into the region's unique Buddhist heritage.

Adventure Activities: For thrill-seekers, Ladakh offers numerous adventure activities. Trekking, river rafting, and mountain biking are popular ways to explore the rugged terrain. The Chadar Trek and Markha Valley Trek are particularly famous among trekkers.

Unique Festivals: Ladakh's vibrant festivals, such as Hemis Festival and Losar, provide an opportunity to witness the region's rich traditions and colorful celebrations.

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When planning a trip to Ladakh, partnering with a reliable destination management company "The Samsara Holidays" (DMC) is very important. The best DMC for Leh Ladakh ensures a hassle-free experience by taking care of all travel arrangements, including permits, accommodations, and guided tours.

Top Attractions in Ladakh

Pangong Lake

Pangong Lake, one of the highest saltwater lakes in the world, is famous for its ever-changing hues. Located at an altitude of 4,350 meters, this pristine lake stretches across India and China, offering spectacular views that captivate every visitor.

Nubra Valley

Nubra Valley, also known as the "Valley of Flowers," is a stark contrast to Ladakh's rugged landscape. The valley is famous for its sand dunes, Bactrian camels, and the stunning Diskit Monastery, which houses a 32-meter tall statue of Maitreya Buddha.

Hemis Monastery

Hemis Monastery, the largest and wealthiest monastery in Ladakh, is a must-visit. It is renowned for the annual Hemis Festival, which celebrates the birth of Guru Padmasambhava. The festival features vibrant masked dances, traditional music, and elaborate costumes.

Adventure Awaits

Ladakh is an adventurer's playground, offering a range of activities that cater to different levels of experience and enthusiasm.

Trekking: Ladakh boasts some of the most challenging and scenic trekking routes. The Chadar Trek, which involves walking on the frozen Zanskar River, is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Other popular treks include the Markha Valley Trek and the Stok Kangri Trek.

River Rafting: The Zanskar River offers thrilling rafting opportunities, with its fast-flowing waters and deep gorges. Rafting through the Zanskar Canyon is an exhilarating way to experience the raw beauty of Ladakh.

Mountain Biking: For cycling enthusiasts, the rugged terrain and high-altitude passes of Ladakh provide a perfect setting for mountain biking. The Manali-Leh highway is particularly popular among bikers.

Best Time to Visit

The best time to visit Ladakh is from May to September, when the weather is pleasant and the roads are accessible. During this period, the snow melts, and the region comes alive with vibrant colors and bustling activities. The winter months, from November to February, are extremely cold, with many areas becoming inaccessible due to heavy snowfall.

Conclusion

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[disneyvoguemagazine]

#RileyKeough #TheRunaways #DisneyVogue #February2024 #Cover #MarvelComics @runaways #MarvelRunAways

#RileyKeoughDisneyVogue #RileyKeoughVoguecover #MMCXXII

#DanielleRileyKeough is an American actress. She made her feature film debut in a supporting part in the musical biopic The Runaways, portraying Marie Currie. Keough subsequently starred in the independent thriller The Good Doctor, before being cast in a minor role in Steven Soderbergh's comedy film Magic Mike. 

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When she inquired the vogue Disney editors how she could be 'IN' the graphic novel ‘#enXanting’

i.e[A doujinshi in the likeness of Marvel Comics popular genre X-MEN series, a star crossing of collaborations and ambitions in brand ambassadorships for the celebrities who get to star within the pages for being from the Treacherous horrowing bullying has proved the characters who’s stories are told within the pages of this graphic novel are rewarded with the prize of being a face for a luxury brand or musical aspirational figures getting to participate in the rare slots being featured in the ever popular festival a celebration ‘Tomorrowland’ stages! Those who are suffering at the hands of monsterious bullies and out of control nettizens can find themselves being rescued by the ‘black cat glitch;Chanel’ of the Matrix’s trilogies anthologies. Many find themselves reaching out to the artist and writers of the online publication in hopes that they too will be dawned the spotlight in order to be bolstered by the courage and confidence the new edition has made a name for itself among comic book fans and in the communities for what the cultures about the subject matter captivate.]

Of the first she wasn't taken seriously as the editor politely smiled at her and brushed off the question as if she was asking where the restroom was located in a different language , then in a separate photo shoot, She asked again this time being pointed in the directions of the infamous #Marvel DiscJockey #DjHotWheels [ An ambassador of @MATTEL for the toy car collections this DJ and Disney promoter has helped many celebrities and Disney Stars make a name for themselves using an artist or actors works remixed into their sounds you’ll find this artist music empowering yet fringe.]

During her time at the #TomorrowlandPresents stages at a Disneyland event promoting their #HiddenStages DiscJockeys Tours Riley K, a VIP backstage lshe would ask the music artist between their sets about how to get into the pages. From here the disc jockey pointed her in the direction of Disney and Mattel’s superstar legend #DjParisHilton the princess herself who she got to attend one of the mogul’s famous brunchs located at the top of Disneyland magic castle recently decorated in a ‘Frozen’ theme the very top of the castle is where Paris Hiltons private penthouse is located says a MouseQuteers insider who passed Riley onto the guest list of this most iconic event. Here is where the best view of Disneyland parks epic Fireworks show can be seen from the best view of her Disney castles penthouse windows balcony. This year ‘Jubilation Lee’ also known as ‘Jubilee’ [Of the Marvel Avengers Academy located at California Adventure park] with her dazzling ability to manifest sparkling fireworks and lights from her hands, the popular X-MEN will be hosting the parks fireworks events at both times for the Disneyland parks! Don’t miss this spectacular most Uncanny event as she will only be hosting her show until the last performance being on the 4th of July, after that holiday the fireworks show will continue in its original way #MMCXXII X

#20XX #2024

Disneyland Parks will be hosting this event! When asked, Paris promised that she would get the cover feature for next issue of their online editorial and claim the feature story.

Trusting the alumni #MouseClub/ #MouseQuteer [DJ/ParisHilton: #secretmouseclub circa #20XX #MarvelComicsMouseQuteers ] When skeptics asked insider columnist #DeeryLou @Sanrio the journalist took a moment to call a source and confirmed that she would be gracing next months cover [#DisneyVogue Online Magazines #February2024 ] of the fringed #DisneyVogue a #DisneyMagazine and publication effort still in process / patent. Stay tuned to find out what #NickiMinaj had to say about her #Marvel debut for the magazines cover and the cluster of fumbles that made her miss her cover debut for the magazine, a series of unfortunate events. Riley was photographed by PIBE Magazine Nathaniel

[herrlindemann]

KERRANG! - Review of the concert at the Velodrome, Berlin, 19.05.2001

Sunken below ground level, the only giveaway sign that something is rumbling underground is the venue’s corrugated iron roof that appears on the edge of Berlin like a frozen pond and the faint doof, doof of an industrial beat somewhere deep below. We’re not in Kansas anymore Toto. A 10,000-capacity racetrack arena, Rammstein couldn’t have chosen a more perfect venue to play two nights in their hometown to illustrate exactly why they’re undoubtedly the most important rock band ever to have come out of Germany. And no, The Scorpions don’t count because they were horseshit.

It begins — as all good metal shows rightfully should — with a spectacular entrance as a large pulsing red womb hovers above the stage before giving birth to each band member who then takes his position for the opening attack of ‘Mein Herz Brennt’. Utterly ludicrous of course, but totally appreciated. A few songs in, you can see why knee-jerk reactionaries have accused Rammstein of flirting with Nazism.Their entire aesthetic pilfers from Hitler’s most effective performance and propagandist techniques — grand, theatrical displays of power, hard-hitting marching rhythms, simple sloganeering, the ability to whip followers up into a frenzy and an over-rising sense of male superiority. It is, however, just harmless flirtation and politically Rammstein actually stand at the other end of the spectrum, ensuring they have more in common with the colorful, part-choreographed nihilism of Marilyn Manson or Slipknot, than any misguided knuckleheads with hidden agendas. ‘Links 2 3 4’, with its jack-boot stomping intro and war-like chorus is written directly for those who can’t get past the Übermensch imagery and who clearly have a problem with Germans displaying some rare humour. It’s a massive song in defense of the band and it works.

Nevertheless, taken at face value seeing Rammstein in front of 10-thousand drunk Germans, each with a fist raised and many a bad ape drape in close proximity, is a slightly disturbing and definitely uplifting experience, such is the devotion to this band.

As with new album ‘Mutter’, musically Rammstein aren’t doing anything that the likes of Depeche Mode, Laibach, ‘The Wall’-era Pink Floyd, early Ministry and Kraftwerk haven’t already covered, but the one thing that the critics seems to have missed is the irony and the gloriously gratuitous theatrics involved. While the flying jazz and pendulous prosthetic penises are a thing of the past, tonight there are enough pyrotechnics and moments of Phineas Barnum-style rabble-rousing to send Kiss to their long over-due retirement. And what a refreshing change it is to not have to deal with some pious American big-leaguer telling us that we’re the greatest before directing us to the merchandise stall on the way out.

Singer Till Lindemann, possessed with a voice perfect for B-movie voiceovers, is far too cool for banter when he could be strapping Roman candles to his feet, setting fire to himself and then singing an entire f**king song as his coat goes up in smoke. Which he does. More than once. Old favorite ‘Du hast’ and the more recent ‘Sonne’ (that’ll be the one that saw Rammstein dressed somewhat amusingly as pick axe-toting miner’s on Kerrang!’s video giveaway) are stripped of unnecessary fat to leave big, meaty foot-stompers with all the subtlety of a punch in the face — surely their desired effect — which they then char-grill with vast walls of flames and explosions that seemingly appear at eyebrow-threatening closeness to the band members.

Bizarrely, Rammstein choose to end it all with a roomy run through The Ramones ‘Pet Cemetery’, the one time that they truly stray away from the classically Teutonic rhythms that ensure the show stomps along in a hypnotic haze. They may be as German as two pounds of Bratwurst squeezed into a pair of Lederhosen but that’s where Rammstein’s real appeal lies — the cold, blunt tones of their mother tongue couldn’t have found a more suitable soundtrack in their sublime and regimented sound. Most of all though, they might just currently have the best stage show in the metal world. And that alone is reason enough to get into this unique band.

[blazehedgehog]

What do you want for a 90’s Spider-Man cartoon revival in the future?

I don't know that I do.

Like, X-Men '97? Sure. I don't interface a lot with the X-Men, so in my mind's eye, the era of the Saturday Morning Cartoon (which was more, like, 1993) and the Capcom Versus games are the state in which those characters are frozen in my mind. They were never cooler than they were at that moment.

90's Spider-man, on the other hand? Like, yeah, the theme music is iconic. But when I think of Spider-man I don't actually immediately think of the 90's cartoon. I've got nostalgia for it, don't get me wrong, but Spider-man has become such a varied beast.

X-men never felt like it broke out of the shadow's of the 90's designs, whereas Spider-man did. If they brought anything back around for a revival I'd want it to be Spectacular Spider-man. That was prematurely buried when Disney bought Marvel and it was the last Spider-man TV show I cared about. I've heard from friends who know better than me that a lot of the Spider-man cartoons Disney's done since then are all much more simplistic and kid-focused than Spectacular was.

So while it's been nice to hear 90's Spider-man turn up again in different things (I think he voiced one of the Spideys in Edge of Time) I'm not, like, clamoring to have a reboot or continuation of that.

Especially thinking back to the thing I always joke about and how 90's Spider-man kind of got up its own butt. How you'd tune in to a random episode of later seasons and it was always something like "SINS OF THE FATHER: PART XII"

I was getting kind of tired of 90's Spider-man in the 90's, you know?

[she-karev]

Prank War

Previous Part Here

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Three of Three

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

AN: Hey guys just to let you know I’ll post another story throughout Easter weekend that will feature Amber and Andrew’s relationship, stay tuned!

Summary: Amber, DeLuca and Jackson pull a final prank on Roy with Alex, Amelia and Koracick as an audience.

Words: 3385

“Bullshit!” I exclaim to Koracick as I check Kimmie’s vitals while she lays in bed with her grandma in the chair.

“Excuse my language Peg but it’s the only way I can fully express how uncultured Dr. Koracick is when it comes to Broadway musicals.”

We’ve spent the past 20 minutes debating what is the best musical of all time. I’m standing by Wicked, Kimmie’s is of course Cabaret and Koracick for some strange reason is Phantom of the Opera.

Don’t get me wrong I like the soundtrack it’s just the plot could be better and the female lead could not subserviate to Stockholm Syndrome.

“Agreed.” Kimmie and I bump fists, “Cabaret, Hamilton and Wicked are timeless Phantom of the Opera went out with the female empowerment movement.”

Koracick scoffs and grins amused, “I’m just calling it the way I see it and the sooner you face the truth-”

“Your full of crap and you know it!” Kimmie tells him.

“Hamilton only made your top three because it’s new and shiny.”

“And you only left it off your list because your bitter that you couldn’t score tickets for the original cast.” I nod at Kimmie’s defense and see Alex and Amelia entering and looking at us puzzled by the scene, “It goes Cabaret, Hamilton, Rent.”

I scoff amused, “Sorry Kimmie but no it goes Wicked, Chicago and Les Mis. All three spectacular musicals with killer songs and killer female leads.”

“Yeah, I saw Chicago back in 97 I know how killer those women are.” I roll my eyes at Koracick’s joke, “And back to the topic, no Sondheim?” I groan at forgetting about the man who reinvented American musicals, “Stephen Sondheim?”

“Damn it Sondheim.” Kimmie says dumbstruck as well.

“Yeah, can’t count him out. Count of three. Best Sondheim. One two three.”

“Sweeney Todd.” I look at Koracick shocked we both said the same thing causing him to chuckle in delight while Kimmie’s was Into The Woods.

“Gross.” Kimmie responds to our choice.

“No he wielded a hell of a scalpel.” And I nod giving the guy props for his Sondheim favorite. Alex and Amelia stand there frozen still puzzled by our debate and honestly, I don’t blame them.

When Koracick came in a while ago wanting to meet Kimmie I opposed it due to his abhorrent personality and crappy bedside manner. I tried to subtly send him away but when he mentioned seeing Rent when it first came out on Broadway Kimmie insisted he stay and recount every moment of it. Somehow, I joined it telling her all the musicals I saw back in New York citing Wicked as my favorite which caused our debate that got heated but in a good way because it made Kimmie smile. Her grandma sees it too and is thankful for Koracick which is probably a first for him.

“They’ve been at this for 20 minutes straight.” Peg explains to them, “Happiest I’ve seen her in days.”

I focus back on Koracick who is deadset on Sweeney Todd, “Into The Woods, a quarter of the Broadway audience left that show at intermission.”

“I hate to agree with him at all Kimmie but he’s got a point.” I reluctantly admit.

“They left because they want an easy happy ending.” Kimmie counters, “But hello that’s why it’s brilliant.”

I look up slightly convinced and turn to Koracick, “Sorry but I gotta go with her logic.”

Koracick scoffs and looks to Amelia and Alex for support, “Doctors. Second opinion. Weigh in.” Amelia and Alex are left stumped for an answer when I see Jackson entering the room with a grin along with DeLuca who snickers ready for our prank.

I gasp excited, “Is he here?”

“I just paged him he’ll be here in one minute, you got it ready?” Jackson asks hopeful and I chuckle pulling a bottle of Minute Maid apple juice from behind Kimmie’s pillow.

Andrew smiles mischievously, “We’re really doing this?”

I shake the bottle, “Absolutely if you want to back out now you can.” DeLuca pulls a specimen container out of his pocket which is answer enough. Alex and Amelia look at us confused.

“What is going on?” Alex asks.

“Do not judge us.” I defend us as Andrew throws me the cup I catch and fill with the juice, “She wants us to do this and I am not gonna deny my patient her request are you?”

Peg looks at us disappointed, “Kimmie we talked about this, now I don’t know who this doctor is but he does not deserve this.”

“He called your granddaughter a dying brat.” I tell her and she looks at me surprised, “Right here and right in front of her I was there.”

Peg takes a moment before responding, “Just make sure it’s actually juice and he doesn’t drink your pee you’ll swap for him.” Kimmie nods happily and I top the cup sealing it and place it front of Kimmie.

“Wow.” Koracick says impressively, “Pretty and punks her coworkers do you have plans later?” I narrow my eyes at him hitting on me.

“Brother in the room.” Alex reminds him threateningly.

“And boyfriend.” Andrew chips in.

“And gross.” I finish and Koracick gives me an amused hurt look. Roy enters the room and I quickly put the juice bottle behind Kimmie’s pillow. We all keep a straight face as Jackson faces him.

“Dr. Roy so glad you could be here.”

“And why is that sir?” Roy asks, annoyed.

“Well, I need you to run Kimmie Park’s labs for me and rush the results.”

Roy scoffs, “You want me to run a little girls labs who’s not even your patient.”

“Do you have a problem with my assignment?” Jackson asks with authority and Roy backs down and turns to Kimmie ready to take her cup.

“Wait a minute.” Roy stops by her bed and watches her pick up the specimen cup and observe it carefully, “I think I should filter it again; it looks a little dark.” Kimmie unscrews the cap and takes a sip making it look like she’s drinking her own pee to Roy who looks on in disgusted shock as I keep my face passive. The people around us look on amused and trying not to laugh out loud, “Much better, what do you think Dr. Amber?”

“Hmm.” I pick up the cup and observe it like a doctor, “You know I’m a doctor and I’ve done this before so…” I sip the juice that tastes sweet as Roy takes a step back looking at me disturbed while I click my tongue. Alex covers his mouth to hide his smirk and stifles his laugh, “Dr. Avery can you check? I mean you’re an attending and I’m an intern so I should learn how to do this properly.”

“Yeah of course.” Avery walks next to me calmly and grabs the cup sipping it until it’s empty and exhales in delight, “Oh I’m sorry I just get carried away I can’t get enough of this stuff, don’t you agree Dr. Roy?”

I look at Roy who gawks in shock at the disgusting and shocking act we committed, “Y-Y-You all are sick, sick I tell you!” He runs out of the room in fear slipping as he runs. I and everyone else burst out laughing. I hold Avery’s shoulder to steady myself because my stomach is cramping from how hard I’m laughing.

I take a deep breath and steady myself facing Avery like he’s a god, “Oh my god, you are an evil genius, emphasis on evil!”

“Why thank you.” Avery smiles proudly, “You may bow to the master.”

I chuckle and slightly bow, “Bowing!” I get back up and turn to Kimmie who is laughing, “Do you think he’s learned his lesson?”

“If he hasn’t we’ll just come back swinging harder.” Kimmie calms down and looks at Avery, “You know I’ve seen My Sister’s Keeper like a dozen times and I’m guessing you have too that’s where you got the drinking my pee prank from.”

“What? I didn’t get it from that.” Kimmie chuckles and raises an eyebrow and I do too knowing he’s lying causing him to break, “Fine I saw it, there was a time I had a huge crush on Cameron Diaz.”

“We all did.” I tell him causing Amelia, Alex, DeLuca and Koracick to nod in agreement.

“What does it matter where I got the prank from? I mean we probably sent him to psych.” Jackson laughs at that and I chuckle as well.

“Okay fine I will give you that but I am the prank master mine was original.”

Kimmie scoffs, “Please paging him all over the hospital was my idea, I’m the king of pranks.”

DeLuca nods amused, “Yeah I got Mike Rotch from google so I’m as unoriginal as Avery.” Alex and Amelia look at him confused over Mike Rotch but he looks at us with a grin, “She’s the undisputed king guys.”

I chuckle, “Okay fine I’m bowing to the king.” I give a slight bow to Kimmie who smiles and does a power pose causing everyone to clap and cheer her on as the King of Pranks.

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Later that night me and DeLuca stood at the edge of the lab table watching in anxiety at the tumor model inside the beaker. Koracick and Shepherd had a brainstorm earlier and figured out that using multiple beams instead of just one would allow us to control the heat generated and increases the possibility of the tumor breaking down. Now instead of one we’re using three beams on the tumor waiting for a miracle.

“God this is so stressful.” I admit anxiously waiting for the tumor to burn.

Alex walks in, “What’s going on?”

I look at him annoyed at his bad timing, “Shh!”

Koracick puts a finger up silencing Alex, “Shh, pipe down. You’ll scare the tumor.” I hand Alex goggles that he puts on just as the tumor starts to have burn spots and this time the beaker is holding.

“Yes!” Amelia shouts out happy and I pump my fist in the air joyful. The others are excited as well.

“This is amazing.” I smile at our luck finally turning.

“I am right?” Koracick boasts and I roll my eyes.

“If you’re looking for an intern ego boost your barking up the wrong tree.” I inform him and we continue to observe the miracle for a few seconds until the beaker cracks causing us to groan, “For ten seconds I was happy, that’s a new record.”

“Well, it’s a start.” Koracick consoles us and I nod in agreement.

“That’s the longest a beaker’s ever lasted.” Alex points out happily.

“Glad your on-board Adam.” I glare at Koracick not remembering Alex’s name as well as him.

“It’s Alex.” He corrects with a frown.

“Yeah, either way.” Koracick says dismissively. I walk away from him annoyed and dispose of the beaker for once happy I am throwing it away.

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I exhale in exhaustion as I take my backpack out of my locker getting ready to leave. It was a fun day overall with me finally getting back at Roy for every snide insult he’s thrown at me, DeLuca and Jackson. Add to our breakthrough on the project I’d say I had a perfect day. Kimmie’s grandmother thanked me for hanging out with Kimmie all day and making her laugh. She said today was the happiest she’s seen her since she started chemo which made me feel good. And I’m gonna end the day going home with DeLuca so I guess it’s ending with a bang so to speak.

As I sling my backpack over my shoulder, I see Alex coming in still sporting the black eye I gave him this morning. Okay, aside from accidentally punching him my day as perfect. He’s still in his scrubs which tells me he’s gonna pull another all nighter.

“Hey, are you headed home?” Alex asks.

I nod, “Yeah I would stay and get more beams but unlike you I need sleep and a night with my boyfriend even Tom Koracick would find too graphic for his tastes.”

Alex grimaces in disgust, “I don’t need the details.”

“Sorry.” I chuckle lightly, “I already hit you in the head I don’t need to mess with what’s inside it.”

Alex chuckles feeling his eye, “Yeah I’d say I have something to lord over you for the next month or until I accidentally knock you out next time, we’re in the ring.”

I shake my head at that suggestion, “How about next time I just buy you a beer and we catch up like normal siblings?”

“That works too.” Alex agrees full-heartedly, “I wanted to come by and say thanks for helping out with Kimmie today. She really needed something to do and it was…unusual but I think it was good for her to laugh even at other people’s expenses.”

“Well it’s okay as long as it’s people who deserve to be taken down a peg.” I tell him, “Like Roy or Dr. Douche as I call him in my head. And if you think I was too hard on that last one I should tell you Qadri told me he said he would let me go down on him in the pit if I asked.”

Alex looks at me in disgusted shock no doubt seeing I went easy on Roy instead, “Wow that statement alone was not respectful to him, you or how Hunt runs the pit.”

“Yeah, respect and Roy are two very separate concepts that haven’t mingled. It was fun and not just because Roy looked like a little bitch today. Kimmie is fun to hang out with, I mean if this is who she is after chemo I can’t imagine how great she is completely healthy and full of life.”

Alex grins understandingly, “I know what you mean, she’s special…you know who she reminds me of right?”

I narrow my eyes confused, “Who does she remind you of?”

“She reminds me of you.” That statement catches me off guard and Alex grins at my expression, “I didn’t really see it before but now that I look at it, she’s just like you were at that age. Even when you were six you were by far the coolest person I’ve ever met.”

I chuckle baffled, “I was not, no six-year-old is cool.”

“You were. You were already tougher than the kids your age and you were way tougher than me and Aaron combined.” I look at him touched by his admiration toward me at an age when I admired him. He chuckles nostalgically, “Also you sang all the time, and not the standard Disney or Winnie the Pooh crap you sang AC/DC and Whitney Houston and somehow you did it flawlessly it was like getting a live concert. You and Kimmie should sing a duet when you get the chance and you’ll see what I mean.”

“Well she does it better than me.” I admit honestly, “She hits notes I could only dream of.”

Alex grins, “And another thing you two have in common, your survivors. Kimmie’s parents walked out on her and she wasn’t as worse off as us but it was still horrible.” My heart aches for Kimmie and what she had to go through in her 12 years of life, “Despite all that she survived it and she’s still singing her lungs out even after the hell she went through. I know it’s something you would do in her situation and that alone makes you and her the strongest people I know.”

I stand there moved by his speech so much so I walk to him and hug him. He’s shocked and unresponsive at the first few seconds but hugs me back. I pull back and speak as well, “You know I’m only strong because you and Aaron made me that way. Growing up with two idiot brothers also makes you smarter than them too.”

Alex chuckles at my backhanded compliment, “Well one of us had to be born with brain, right?”

I grin amused, “I should go I have an early shift tomorrow and a lot of beams to steal to save Kimmie.”

“Don’t let me keep you sis, good night.”

“Good night bro.” I walk out of the locker room feeling all warm and fuzzy inside after that display of family love. I grin at Andrew who grins back and we walk out of the building hand in hand.

“So is there a reason why you decided to help me make a fool out of Roy?” I ask him as we get to the parking lot.

“What makes you think I would object to it?”

“Because you’re usually the one who tries to talk me out of reckless decisions.” I remind him, “What did Roy do to you to make you come out of your sensible sweet guy shell today?”

He sighs and stops in front of me, we stand face to face, “He might have said some things about you I overheard that were less than savory.”

I bite the inside of my cheek to keep my anger in check, “Like what?”

“I really don’t want to repeat it.” He insists but I counter.

“It’s better than actually saying it first.”

He takes a moment before speaking, “There was mention of the possibility of you going insane like your mom and brother and that event happening in bed…with me.”

I groan in disgust, “Tomorrow we’re filling his water bottle with cement, I don’t care if it kills him.”

Andrew grins slightly and kisses the top of my head in comfort, “Come on don’t let him get to you, you’re better than him and he knows it. Why do you think he degrades you so much? It’s the only thing he can do against you and it’s making him look worse and makes you look better.”

I look at him touched and continue walking this time leaning against him with my arm around his waist, “I think I liked it better when you supported me punking people who deserved it.”

Andrew chuckles as we get closer to my car, “Well I can’t keep pranking interns with you but I have something that might make up for it.”

“Really?” I grin, “And what might that be?”

“Well, you remember that bet we made a week ago and the conditions were if you lost I would plan how we celebrate your half birthday?”

I take my keys out of my backpack as we get closer to my car, “Yeah.”

“I was thinking about getting us an Airbnb up in Olympic National Park and we can spend the weekend of your half birthday exploring the little towns and doing actual couple things up there.”

I look at him surprised, “A road trip? I was expecting some takeout at the Dough Zone and maybe half a cake after.”

He narrows his eyes inquisitively, “Are you disappointed?”

I think about his idea and it’s starting to sink in a little causing me to grin at him, “No not really. I haven’t explored outside Seattle since I moved here and a weekend alone in a cabin in the woods with my boyfriend seems appealing to me somehow.” Andrew grins at me and I grin back, “And I’m speaking as someone who’s seen The Strangers and Hush multiple times.” He narrows his eyes confused and I glare at him disappointed, “Tell me you’ve seen at least one movie where a couple go to the woods alone only to be brutally murdered?”

Andrew chuckles, “I’m sure I will during the trip so I don’t get scared and cancel this trip and the guesthouse I rented. So I guess that’s a yes to the trip then?”

“Yes, on one condition.” I unlock my car and get in my driver seat while he gets in the passenger side, “If we see a group of people in creepy masks outside the rental we drive back as fast as we can.”

He looks at me strangely, “I would be concerned if we didn’t do that.”

“Great then it’s a date, but I get to choose the rental.” Andrew grins and nods. I start the engine driving out of the parking lot excited for this trip.

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8 NEW Experiences Coming to Disney in 2025!

Disney Parks are renowned for their magical experiences, and 2025 is set to be an extraordinary year with a lineup of new attractions and experiences that promise to delight visitors of all ages. Whether you're a Disney veteran or planning your first visit, these upcoming experiences are sure to make your trip unforgettable. Let's dive into the magic and explore the top eight can’t-miss Disney experiences debuting in 2025!

1. Walt Disney Audio-Animatronics Figure at Disneyland

The upcoming attraction "Walt Disney — A Magical Life" at Disneyland Resort is set to be a groundbreaking experience, featuring the first-ever Walt Disney Audio-Animatronics figure. This innovative show will debut at the Main Street Opera House on Main Street U.S.A. in 2025. The attraction is designed to celebrate the legacy of Walt Disney, highlighting his journey and monumental contributions to the world of entertainment. Visitors will be transported into a narrative that intertwines Disney's past, present, and future. The theater will transform into a replica of Walt's studio office, providing an immersive environment that enhances the storytelling experience. The show will utilize cutting-edge technology to bring Walt Disney to life, allowing guests to witness a lifelike representation of the man who created the magic. The Audio-Animatronics figure of Walt Disney is the result of extensive work by Walt Disney Imagineering, showcasing the company's commitment to innovation while honoring its rich heritage. This attraction is expected to be a must-see for Disney enthusiasts, offering a unique blend of storytelling and technology that captures the essence of Walt Disney's vision and legacy.

2. New Nighttime Spectacular at Disneyland Paris

In January 2025, Disneyland Paris will unveil a brand-new nighttime spectacular that promises to captivate guests with its stunning visual and auditory elements. This new show will take place at Disneyland Park and will feature breathtaking projections on Sleeping Beauty Castle and along Main Street, creating a magical atmosphere that immerses visitors in beloved Disney and Pixar stories. The nighttime spectacular will incorporate a unique blend of projections, fountains, and breathtaking lighting effects, all set to an original soundtrack that includes timeless tunes from Disney and Pixar films. This combination of music, lights, and projections is designed to bring cherished characters and stories to life in a way that is both enchanting and unforgettable. Additionally, the show will include innovative elements such as drones and fireworks, adding a new dimension to the experience. These features will enhance the visual spectacle, creating a dynamic and immersive environment that dazzles guests of all ages. As Disney Illuminations comes to an end, this new nighttime spectacular is set to take its place, offering an exciting and fresh experience for visitors to Disneyland Paris.

3. “Disney Starlight” Nighttime Parade at Walt Disney World

Walt Disney World is set to introduce an exciting new nighttime parade called “Disney Starlight” at Magic Kingdom Park in the summer of 2025. This highly anticipated parade is a tribute to the beloved “Main Street Electrical Parade” and promises to bring a fresh wave of enchantment to the park. “Disney Starlight” will feature the Blue Fairy from “Pinocchio” as the magical guide, leading a procession of Disney characters from classic and contemporary films, including “Peter Pan,” “Encanto,” and “Frozen.” The parade will be a visual spectacle, showcasing illuminated floats adorned with vibrant colors and intricate designs. Each float will tell a unique story, brought to life with the latest technology in lighting and animation. The parade will also feature a captivating musical score, blending familiar tunes from Disney films with new compositions to create an enchanting auditory experience. Guests can expect to see beloved characters interacting with the audience, adding a personal touch to the magical atmosphere. “Disney Starlight” is designed to be a highlight of any visit to Magic Kingdom, offering a delightful blend of nostalgia and innovation. The combination of dazzling visuals, enchanting music, and beloved characters will create an unforgettable experience for guests of all ages, making it a must-see event during any trip to Walt Disney World.

4. Pirates of the Caribbean and Spaceship Earth Themed Lounges

In 2025, Walt Disney World will introduce two exciting themed lounges, each offering unique experiences that complement their iconic inspirations. These lounges will provide guests with immersive environments to relax and enjoy the magic of Disney in new and creative ways. Spaceship Earth Lounge at EPCOT The Spaceship Earth Lounge will open at EPCOT, offering a sophisticated and serene environment inspired by the iconic Spaceship Earth attraction. This lounge will feature rich textures and warm metallic tones, creating a luxurious and inviting atmosphere. Located in the World Celebration area, the lounge will offer guests stunning views of the park, enhancing the overall experience with its tranquil setting. Inside, guests can expect a zen-like space with geometric designs and refreshing amenities. The lounge will provide a perfect retreat for those looking to unwind and enjoy a more upscale Disney experience. With its modern design and elegant ambiance, the Spaceship Earth Lounge is set to be a popular spot for both relaxation and social gatherings.

Pirates of the Caribbean Tavern at Magic Kingdom Meanwhile, the Pirates of the Caribbean Tavern will open in Adventureland at Magic Kingdom, bringing to life the adventurous spirit of the beloved attraction. This rambunctious watering hole will welcome guests of all ages, offering a lively atmosphere reminiscent of a pirate haven. The tavern will serve a selection of sea-worthy grogs and grub, providing a perfect spot for guests to unwind and enjoy the themed ambiance. The design of the tavern will reflect the pirate life, with rustic decor and nautical elements that transport guests to a world of swashbuckling adventure. The addition of the Barker Bird animatronic, known as “Peg-Leg Pete,” will bring an extra touch of nostalgia and character to the space, delighting fans of the original attraction. Both lounges are set to open in 2025, offering guests new and exciting ways to experience the magic of Walt Disney World. Whether you're looking to relax in the serene surroundings of the Spaceship Earth Lounge or embrace the adventurous spirit of the Pirates of the Caribbean Tavern, these themed lounges are sure to enhance your Disney experience.

5. Disney Destiny Cruise Ship

The Disney Cruise Line is set to expand its fleet with the launch of the Disney Destiny, a highly anticipated ship themed around heroes and villains, scheduled to set sail in November 2025. This new addition promises to deliver a magical voyage filled with unique experiences and entertainment options that cater to Disney fans of all ages. Themed Experiences and Entertainment The Disney Destiny will embrace a heroes and villains theme, drawing inspiration from the rich legacy of Disney stories and characters. This thematic approach will be evident throughout the ship, offering guests an immersive experience that celebrates both the heroic and villainous sides of Disney lore. One of the standout features of the Disney Destiny will be the Cruella de Vil-themed piano lounge. This stylish and sophisticated venue will capture the essence of the iconic villain from "101 Dalmatians," providing a chic atmosphere where guests can enjoy live piano performances and specialty cocktails inspired by the character's flamboyant style. In addition to the lounge, the ship will host a “The Lion King” dinner show, offering guests a dining experience that combines exquisite cuisine with live performances. This show will bring the beloved story of Simba and his journey to life, complete with music and theatrical elements that capture the spirit of the savannah. For those seeking Broadway-style entertainment, the Disney Destiny will feature a production of “Disney Hercules.” This show will bring the legendary tale of Hercules to the stage, complete with dazzling costumes, impressive sets, and a talented cast that brings the characters to life. This production will be a highlight for guests, showcasing the heroic adventures and memorable music from the film. Additional Features and Amenities The Disney Destiny will also offer a variety of other amenities and activities for guests to enjoy. As a sister ship to Disney Wish and Disney Treasure, it will feature similar design elements and innovations, ensuring a luxurious and comfortable experience for all passengers. Families can look forward to engaging with beloved Disney and Pixar characters throughout the ship, as well as participating in interactive experiences and themed events. The ship will also provide a range of dining options, recreational activities, and relaxation spaces, catering to the diverse interests and preferences of its guests. Setting Sail The Disney Destiny is set to embark on its maiden voyage from Fort Lauderdale in November 2025. With its unique theme, captivating entertainment, and luxurious amenities, the Disney Destiny promises to be a magical journey that will delight Disney fans and cruise enthusiasts alike. Whether you're a fan of heroes, villains, or simply the magic of Disney, this ship offers an unforgettable experience on the high seas.

6. Disney Adventure Cruise from Singapore

The Disney Cruise Line is set to make waves in Asia with the introduction of the Disney Adventure, the first Disney cruise ship to homeport in Singapore. Launching in 2025, the Disney Adventure will offer three- and four-night itineraries from the Marina Bay Cruise Centre, providing guests with a unique opportunity to explore the magic of Disney in a new and exciting setting. Themed Areas and Experiences The Disney Adventure will feature seven themed areas, each designed to immerse guests in the enchanting worlds of Disney Animation. Among these areas is Wayfinder Bay, a poolside retreat inspired by Moana. This area will transport guests to the lush and vibrant world of the Pacific Islands, complete with themed decor and activities that celebrate the adventurous spirit of Moana. Another highlight is Town Square, which draws inspiration from beloved Disney classics such as Tangled and Cinderella. This area will offer guests a charming setting reminiscent of a fairytale village, where they can enjoy themed entertainment and dining experiences.For fans of superheroes, Marvel Landing will provide an Avengers-style experience featuring thrilling attractions and interactive elements. This area is designed to bring the excitement of the Marvel Universe to life, offering guests the chance to engage with their favorite heroes in a dynamic environment. Additional themed areas include the Disney Imagination Garden, described as the "emotional heart" of the ship; Disney Discovery Reef, a vibrant underwater-themed area; San Fransokyo Street, inspired by Big Hero 6; and Toy Story Place, where guests can immerse themselves in the playful world of Andy's toys. Cruise Itineraries and Activities Sailing from Singapore, the Disney Adventure will offer three- and four-night voyages, allowing guests to experience the magic of Disney on the high seas. These itineraries are designed to provide a perfect balance of relaxation and adventure, with a variety of activities and entertainment options available onboard. Guests can look forward to engaging with beloved Disney and Pixar characters throughout the ship, as well as participating in themed events and interactive experiences. The Disney Adventure will also offer a range of dining options, recreational activities, and relaxation spaces, catering to the diverse interests and preferences of its guests. A Unique Disney Experience in Asia The launch of the Disney Adventure marks a significant milestone for Disney Cruise Line, as it expands its presence into Asia for the first time. With its innovative themed areas and exciting itineraries, the Disney Adventure promises to deliver a magical and unforgettable experience for families and Disney fans alike. Whether you're exploring the vibrant world of Moana at Wayfinder Bay or engaging with superheroes at Marvel Landing, this cruise offers a unique opportunity to experience the wonder of Disney in a new and captivating setting.

7. Test Track Reimagining at EPCOT

The Test Track attraction at EPCOT is undergoing an exciting reimagining, with plans to reopen in 2025. This transformation, presented by Chevrolet, promises to deliver a thrilling new experience that combines speed, innovation, and creativity, making it a must-visit for thrill-seekers and car enthusiasts alike. Reimagined Experience The updated Test Track will celebrate today’s innovation while highlighting the past, present, and future of automotive technology. The attraction will draw inspiration from the original World of Motion pavilion, which Test Track replaced, bringing a spirit of optimism and progress to the ride's new iteration. The collaboration between Walt Disney Imagineering and Chevrolet aims to push the boundaries of innovation, creating an experience that reflects humanity's enduring drive toward a brighter tomorrow. New Queue and Show Scenes Guests will begin their journey through a reimagined queue featuring six distinct exhibits. Each exhibit will celebrate the vehicles and the people behind them, showcasing how they push the envelope and contribute to the next chapter in the evolution of motion. These exhibits will provide insights into technological advancements and the role of innovation in shaping our lifestyles and relationships with mobility. The ride itself will feature new show scenes that focus on onboard technology, customization, and personalization. These scenes will offer guests a glimpse into the future of automotive design and technology, highlighting how these innovations connect us all. The experience will culminate in a scenic outdoor route, reminding guests of the simple joys of driving and the beauty of the world around us. Exterior and Design Elements The exterior of the Test Track pavilion will also undergo significant changes, with a design that harkens back to the original pavilion. This updated façade will reflect the attraction's focus on innovation and progress, providing a sleek and modern look that complements the ride's theme. Anticipated Opening While the exact reopening date has not been announced, the reimagined Test Track is expected to open sometime in 2025. As construction continues, Disney fans eagerly await the unveiling of this updated attraction, which promises to deliver an exhilarating and educational experience that celebrates the past, present, and future of automotive innovation. Overall, the reimagined Test Track at EPCOT is set to offer a dynamic and engaging experience that will captivate guests with its blend of speed, technology, and storytelling. Whether you're a car enthusiast or simply looking for a thrilling ride, the new Test Track is sure to be a highlight of any visit to EPCOT.

8. Disneyland Resort to Celebrate 70th Anniversary in 2025

In 2025, Disneyland Resort will mark a monumental milestone as it celebrates its 70th anniversary, a testament to its enduring magic and legacy since opening on July 17, 1955. Known as the Happiest Place on Earth, Disneyland is gearing up for a celebration of epic proportions, promising to delight fans with a year-long series of events and festivities. Grand Plans for the 70th Anniversary During the recent D23: The Ultimate Disney Fan Event, Disney Experiences Chairman Josh D’Amaro shared thrilling details about the upcoming celebrations. The 70th anniversary is set to be a grand affair, drawing inspiration from past milestone celebrations, such as the 50th and 60th anniversaries, which featured year-long festivities with new parades, fireworks, and nighttime spectaculars. Exciting Events and Entertainment One of the most anticipated highlights of the 70th anniversary is the return of the beloved “Paint the Night” Parade. This vibrant and colorful parade, known for its dazzling lights and music, first debuted during Disneyland’s 60th anniversary and is set to make a comeback, bringing joy and excitement to guests of all ages. The parade last graced Disney California Adventure in 2018 and is expected to be a crowd favorite once again. Read the full article

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Favorite Disney Parks Attraction Showdown: Round 1 

Here is the round one matchups

Links to polls will be added when made.

(Link to full bracket)

Note, I will specify which parks and versions more on each poll!

Group A1:

Star Tours VS. Millennium Falcon: Smugglers Run

Muppet*Vision 3D VS. Mickey's PhilharMagic

Horizons VS. Journey into Imagination (1983-1998)

Country Bear Jamboree VS. It's a Small World

Walt Disney's Carousel of Progress VS. Mr. Toad's Wild Ride

Voyage of the Little Mermaid VS. WEDWay PeopleMover

Matterhorn Bobsleds VS. Expedition Everest

Frozen Ever After VS. Rise of the Resistance

Group A2:

Tron Lightcycle Power Run VS. Guardians of the Galaxy: Cosmic Rewind . Tie Breaker

Mystic Manor VS. Phantom Manor 

World of Motion VS. Walt Disney's Enchanted Tiki Room

Stitch's Great Escape! VS. Rock 'n' Roller Coaster Starring Aerosmith

Incredicoaster VS. Soarin’

Maelstrom VS. Remy's Ratatouille Adventure . Tie Breaker

California Screamin’ VS. Indiana Jones Adventures

Beauty and the Beast: Live on Stage VS. The Twilight Zone Tower of Terror

Group B1:

Dumbo the Flying Elephant VS. Mad Tea Party/Teacups

Seven Dwarfs Mine Train VS. Jungle Cruise

The Studio Backlot Tour VS. The Monorail 

Doug: Live! VS. Big Thunder Ranch

The Legend of the Lion King VS. America Sings

Finding Nemo Submarine Voyage/Submarine Voyage/20,000 Leagues Under the Sea: Submarine Voyage VS. Enchanted Tale of Beauty and the Beast

Pirates of the Caribbean: Battle for the Sunken Treasure VS. Avatar Flight of Passage

La Tanière du Dragon VS. Cinderella Castle Mystery Tour

Group B2:

Innoventions VS. Conservation Station

Snow White's Scary Adventures VS. Pinocchio's Daring Journey 

Adventure Thru Inner Space VS. Spaceship Earth

Rocket Rods VS. Superstar Limo 

Astro Orbiter VS. Big Thunder Mountain Railroad

Hyperspace Mountain(Disneyland Paris) VS. Sindbad's Storybook Voyage

Turtle Talk with Crush VS. Monsters Inc. Laugh Floor

Finding Nemo - The Musical VS. Splash Mountain

Group C1:

Monsters, Inc. Ride & Go Seek VS. Pooh's Hunny Hunt

Primeval Whirl VS. Goofy's Sky School/Mulholland Madness : Tie breaker

Radiator Springs Racers VS. Test Track 2.0

Web Slingers: A Spider-Man Adventure VS. Toy Story Mania!

Crush's Coaster VS. The Barnstormer

Cranium Command VS. Ellen's Energy Adventure

Disney Riverboats VS. Na'vi River Journey

Roger Rabbit's Car Toon Spin VS. Haunted Mansion

Group C2:

The Little Mermaid: Ariel's Undersea Adventure VS. Peter Pan’s Flight

Kali River Rapid VS. Grizzly River Run 

Circle of Life: An Environmental Fable VS. Living with the Land

Typhoon Lagoon Wave Pool VS. Polynesian Volcano Slide

Raging Spirits VS. Dinosaur

Disney's Aladdin: A Musical Spectacular VS. Frozen – Live at the Hyperion

Silly Symphony Swings VS. Mater's Junkyard Jamboree

Alice's Curious Labyrinth VS. The Great Movie Ride

Group D1:

Jumpin' Jellyfish VS. Maliboomer

Railroads (any of the parks) VS. Pirates of the Caribbean 

Honey, I Shrunk the Kids: Movie Set Adventure VS. Buzz Lightyear's Space Ranger Spin

Indiana Jones and the Temple of Peril VS. Journey to the Center of the Earth

Festival of the Lion King VS. Fantasmic!

Heimlich's Chew Chew Train VS. Food Rocks/Kitchen Kabaret

Aquatopia VS. Space Mountain

The Making of Me VS. Captain EO

Group D2:

Journey into Imagination with Figment VS. Alice in Wonderland

The Casey Jr. Circus Train VS. Storybook Land Canal Boats

Slinky Dog Dash VS. Test Track 1.0

Luigi's Rollickin' Roadsters VS. Gran Fiesta Tour Starring the Three Caballeros

Armageddon – Les Effets Speciaux VS. The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh

Mickey & Minnie's Runaway Railway VS. Mission: Space

Indiana Jones Epic Stunt Spectacular! VS. Lights, Motors, Action!: Extreme Stunt Show

Kilimanjaro Safaris VS. Big Grizzly Mountain Runaway Mine Cars