#night clubs san juan

[6okuto]

i was thinking about oikawa and i just KNOW that he LOVES to be babied. that's just him, yk? like that's totally him and i would love to read about 30 year old professional volleyball player oikawa tooru being babied by his wife

(timeskip, fem!reader) he's just like me fr. i actually wrote something different but there wasn't enough babying so here u go 🥹🙆🏻‍♀️

tooru is one of if not the hardest worker you know, never losing sight of his ambitions and passion. determination lines his veins, and late nights of practice and analysis have seeped into the cartilage between his bones, gluing together what makes tooru oikawa, #17, setter for club athletico san juan.

but it's not oikawa, it's tooru, the boy you met in high school who stumbled down the steps after using a cheesy pick-up line on you and whines when you try to leave his arms for the washroom, who's your husband.

"long day?"

tooru groans and buries himself deeper into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped snug around your middle. he didn't really need to answer—the lit street lights and dim sky outside were answer enough.

holding back a laugh, you comb your fingers through his hair, the familiar scent of jasmine and vanilla dancing its way to you. "proud of you, baby."

your husband's voice is quiet, "thank you."

"you want me to run a bath for you?"

"...maybe later?"

"m'kay. you wanna stay here for a while?"

"yeah." his fingers trace hearts across your back, and when he pouts, you feel it against your skin. "i'm so tired."

pouting too in response, you press a kiss to his head and rub his back. "i know, baby, at least you're home now."

"but then i have to leave you tomorrow."

"and then you come back to me again tomorrow."

"but then i leave again—oh my god, what kind of sick world do we live in?" he whines, letting out a noise that could be described as a choked sob.

and this time, you let yourself laugh. "aw, my poor tooru,"—you cradle his head against you —"the horrors of a job have caught you."

"what if we worked somewhere together?" he lifts his head to look at you.

you raise a brow. "i love you, you're the light of my life, but you are not getting me on that court."

he gapes. "betrayal from my own wife?"

"okay, then come to my job."

"...well—"

"betrayal from my own husband?" you gasp and tooru pouts again—though at this point you're not sure if the original pout ever left to begin with.

it's still just as endearing, and your expression softens. "you'll be fine, 'ru. i'll baby you as much as you want every time you come home."

his pout pulls even more at his lips, and you mirror it. bringing your hands up, you hold his face and squish his cheeks with your words— "i, tooru oikawa, love my wife and my job, and i'm a strong, independent guy who can do anything."

"d'you rilly hafta hol' m'face?"

"it's for the effect and affirmations," you tease, before your amusement softens to something else. "how long are you out tomorrow?"

tooru's jaw drops as much as it can with you holding him in place. "why would you—9 hours!"

and before the dread of leaving you can fully take hold, you kiss his forehead. the apple of his left cheek, the right, then his eyes, his nose, both sides of his jaw, his lips—all with a resounding mwah!

tooru's arms cling tighter, and he leans into each kiss, always chasing your affection though he doesn't have to. you smile at the flush dappled across his face. "see? a kiss for each hour."

he opens his mouth to answer, but then the pout comes back. "each half hour at least. each 15 minutes—"

"tooru." you snort. "what is that, like, 36 kisses?"

"okay, a kiss for each minute."

"babe—"

"you know how hard i train, i know you watched my interview."

and you really don't think you'll make it to 100, much less 500 kisses, but you'll try anyway, even if after the first one, tooru says, "one."

you snicker as you place the next four, and he counts them before pointing out, "you know, kissing your husband is way easier than doing rdl's."

"yes, yes, i know, honey." you softly laugh and press another to the spot between his brows. "i'm not complaining."

he counts again—six, seven, eight, nine—and you remember the determination and patience of oikawa was never separate from tooru, especially not when it came to you.

[sunshinechay]

15 Day BL Challenge! Part 3!

Day 36: Favourite BL parents/parental figures?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Hmmm there are a fair amount of parental figures in BLs both good and bad that I love. So I’ll try to narrow down the list as best I can.

In no particular order:

Shi Lei’s mother Lan Juan from Be Loved In House: I Do. She’s one of my favourites because it’s very obvious that she knows her son very well, probably better than he does in some aspects. She’s supports Shi Lei in what he wants but also isn’t afraid to point out when he’s being foolish. When Shi Lei finally admits he might like a guy, she doesn’t miss a beat in reassuring him that she will always love him no matter what.

Khun Freya from Deep Night is another mom I love. She is a business owner who wants her son to take over her business one day, but she also knows him well enough to know he has to start from the bottom and work his way to top. She cares deeply for all of her boys at the club and wants only the best for them. Plus it’s fun to watch her be the one to have a coming out crisis and her son being the one to support her though it.

Both of Leo’s parents in Don’t Say No. These two took one look at Fiat and went “well I guess we have a third son now” and then did the same when Pob came along. The two could see just how alone and abandoned Fiat felt and couldn’t bare to let him be on his own. Not to mention the fact that they raised their two bio sons extremely well and you have a recipe for a pair of good parents (who also aren’t above taking the piss out of their sons when they need it).

Jack’s Grandma from Jack & Joker. She’s always there to lend a supportive ear and never let either of the boys give up on each other. Not to mention she is very badass in her own ways.

Bonus (mostly because it’s funny):

San from Century of Love. It’s the grumpy old man energy that he gives off. He is the patriarch of his family despite looking so young. He is over 100 years old but doesn’t look it and has a visibly older man calling him grandpa. He acts very much like their parent/grandparent in so many ways and it’s hilarious to watch especially when you remember that is also one of the main leads of the show.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

The Lost Cause prologue, Part V

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This week, I've been serializing the prologue to give you a taste of what you can expect from the book, which Bill McKibben calls "politically perceptive, scientifically sound, and extraordinarily hopeful."

Here's part one:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/06/green-new-deal-fic/#the-first-generation-in-a-century-not-to-fear-the-future

And part two:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/07/met-cute-ugly/#part-ii

And part three:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/09/working-the-refs/#lost-cause-prologue

And part four:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/10/weaponized-interdependence/#super-soaker-full-of-hydrochloric-acid

And now, part five:

Look, I had weeks to go until graduation. I had a life to live. I had stuff to do.

Gramps and his friends would stew and shout. Idiots on the internet would make dank memes out of Mike Kennedy and deepfake him into a million videos, turn him into a main character whose image would be around long after he left the world.

I just had to keep my head down, collect my diploma, and get the hell out of Burbank. I’d already been provisionally accepted for a Blue Helmets AmeriCorps spot down in San Juan Capistrano, helping to rebuild the city’s lower half a mile inland, up in the hills. I was going to do a year of that and then go to college: I had applications in to UCLA, Portland State (they had a really good refugee tech undergrad program), and the University of Waterloo, where my mom did her undergrad in environmental science. They’d let me declare my major in my second year, so I could take a wide variety of courses before settling on something, and if anything, Canada’s free college was even more generous than the UC system or Portland’s, with a subsidy for dorms and meals.

To tell the truth, I’d be glad to go. My senior year hadn’t been anything like I’d anticipated. Gramps’s health had gotten a lot worse the previous summer and his shitty sexist and racist remarks chased away any home help worker Burbank sent over within a week or two, so I’d been trying to keep my grades up while picking up after Gramps, getting him to take his meds, washing his sheets and cleaning his toilet—­not to mention making sure he made his doctor’s appointments and even bringing him into the office a couple of times a month for the kind of exams you couldn’t do by telemedicine.

I wasn’t sure what Gramps would do without me to take care of him, but at that point, I was running out of fucks to give. Let his asshole Maga Club buddies look after him, or maybe Gramps could figure out how not to offend everyone that came over to wipe his ass and do his laundry. He was—­as he was fond of pointing out to me—­a grown-­ass adult, and this was his house, and he was in charge. So let him be in charge.

I put myself to bed stewing about all of this, thinking of San Juan Capistrano. Some of my older friends had graduated the previous years and had gone down there and I’d followed their relocation of the old mission on their feeds. It looked like hot, sweaty, rewarding work, the kind of thing where you could really measure your progress.

For the second night in a row, I was woken up at 2 a.m. This time, it wasn’t my screen, it was Gramps, who’d stumped into my room with his cane, flipped my lights to full on, and started shaking me and calling out, “Get up, kid, get up!”

“I’m up,” I said, getting up on my elbows and squinting at him.

He was shaking, and he reeked—­of both booze and BO, and I felt a flash of guilt for not getting him in the bath that day.

“God dammit,” he said, and staggered a bit. I leapt out of bed, pulling the sheets off with me, and steadied him at the elbow.

“Calm down, okay? What’s going on? Are you all right?”

“No, I’m not all right. No one is all right. Fuck all right and fuck you.” I’d had Gramps tested for early dementia the previous year, by showing his doctor videos of moments like these. The doc had run a battery of tests before pronouncing, “Your grandfather isn’t senile, he’s just ornery.” Which was undeniable, and also pissed me the hell off. “Ornery” was a polite word for “asshole.” What the doc was telling me was that Gramps didn’t have to be cruel. He was cruel by choice.

I untangled myself from the sheets and piled them on the bed.

“What is it?”

“It’s Mike Kennedy, that asshole. Someone shot him.”

“What?”

He shoved his giant screen into my hands. I tapped the video window. It was from the POV of a car cam, that weird fish-­eye view of a self-­driving car, split-­screen with the passenger in the front seat, and it was Mike Kennedy, looking even worse than Gramps, bloodshot and trembling, with that under-­chin camera angle that makes everyone look like they’re half dead.

I tried to watch both halves. There was Kennedy, whispering something to him. There was the cul-­de-­sac he was parked in, false-­lit with IR from the cameras. The timestamp was 1:17. Less than an hour before.

Then the external image flickered for a second and resolved itself into a man, who phased in and out. He was wearing a ghillie suit like the one Kennedy had worn on the roof, covered in telltale CV dazzle stripes, designed to exploit defects in the computer vision system. You had to wear a different specific pattern for every algorithm, but if you got the right matchup, the computer would simply not see you. The man was flickering into existence when his posture crumpled up the ghillie suit and made the pattern stop working, then out again when he straightened up.

He straightened and disappeared and Mike Kennedy’s eyes widened as he noticed the man for the first time—­computer dazzle worked on computers, not humans—­and he started to say something and then a round hole appeared in his forehead, his head snapping back against the headrest, then careening forward. The flickering phantom appeared again as the man in the ghillie suit turned and disappeared.

I dropped the tablet to my bed.

“Jesus Christ, Gramps, I didn’t need to see that snuff movie—­”

He tried to smack me then. I was ready for it. I was faster. I stepped out of his reach. I was shaking too.

“You don’t get to hit me anymore old man. Never again, you hear me?”

He was purpling now, and a decade’s worth of fleeing and defusing his rages rose in me, made me want to apologize. After all, I rationalized, he’d just seen a friend murdered.

But I’d seen that friend murdered too, videobombed with a snuff flick at 2 a.m. without warning or consent. It was a traumatizing, selfish, asshole move. I’d be watching that movie on the backs of my eyelids for years to come. And the friend who’d died? He’d been ready to kill me. Gramps had no right. He was a grown-­ass adult. He had no right.

“Listen to me, you little shit, you think you can live under my roof, take my charity, and talk to me like that? Now? With all the shit that I’m going through? No sir. No. Get out, you little bastard, get out now. Get out before I kick your goddamned teeth in.” He was vibrating with rage now, literally, actually shaking so hard his wispy hair swished back and forth across his forehead.

I didn’t say another word. I picked up some jeans and a jacket, put a pair of socks in a jacket pocket, and jammed my feet into a pair of sneakers without bothering to unlace them. I shouldered past him—­still vibrating, stinking even worse—­and banged out the back door and stomped through the nighttime streets.

My feet automatically took me up to Verdugo, and then across the empty road. I turned toward school—­as I did every morning—­and autopiloted in that direction. By the time I reached the Verdugo Aquatic Facility I had calmed down enough to realize that there was no reason to go to school at two thirty in the morning, so I stopped and headed for the playground in the park behind the pool. I sat down on a bench and kicked my shoes off and shook out the playground sand, pulled out my socks and put them on, then put my shoes back on properly. I was still furious, but now I could think straight and my hands weren’t shaking. Gramps and I hadn’t had a blowup like that in years, mostly—­ okay, entirely—­because I’d backed down every time we’d been headed in that direction. I wasn’t in any mood to back down. Not ever, to be fully honest.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/11/equal-opportunity-class-war/#part-v

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[zaenight]

Ain't your mama ch 5

TW:Isaac packer being a pedo,him in genral,injury's,and other themes related to the sons.

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It's been two years since maeve trager passed away,let's catch up,oh did Sage forget to mention opie got arrested back in 2003,no well fuck that asshole kyle for driving off,Both him and otto we're saddened by the passing of the oldest female trager.

And as for current events,they now have a new prospect,Juan carlos ortiz , also known as Juice,He has the hots for Rebecca,making an enemy out of a now eight year old Enzo.

Oh that poor man had no idea a child could be so evil,who puts a rat in someone's pants.

Wait no Enzo is that child,he infact would do that,and did,his sister Jess might be the trickster,but this little jokester also has a few up his sleaves as well.

Speaking of Jess,the now thirteen year old was currently trying a new baking recipe,it failed,the kitchen now smells like burnt brownies.

The two trager sister's along with Enzo and Rebecca live with tig , despite rebecca arguing she could get an apartment , after an incident where their so called father had tracked down their old one and left the woman with a bruised arm , no one was taking chances,especially tig.

Enzo was related to his nieces,so in turn Both him and rebecca would always be connected to the two girl's,and one day if Marcus Coleman should dare try to track down Rebecca again , leading the three kids to be in harms way,yeah no Tig wasn't having it.

He already lost his sister,he wouldn't loose anyone else,besides as he told Rebecca,he was usually at the clubhouse or on a run,it was fine and perfectly safe for them to be there.

"FIRE!FIRE!" The two youngest exclaimed.

Sage trager huffed , who was now sixteen,pinched her nose,they left for a few seconds,while Rebecca went to help gemma with keeping the clubhouse intact,her and Esai,yes he was there too.

Infact he groaned as Sage pulled away , the two making out against the wall,were the sons happy about the relationship,not at all,but if they tried stopping it , they knew late night sneak outs would happen,so they allowed it for now.

Marcus alvarez and the other mayans were infact fine with the relationship,as long as Alvarez didn't accidently walk in on the two teens...again.

And now here the two teens are,taking the burnt brownies and making sure the fire was out before throwing them,putting more ingridents out for the girl to try again,this time under the watchful eye of the two teens.

Okay one teen,Esai and Enzo were now in a silly string battle,with the eight year old currently in his spiderman costume,that almost never comes off.

Tig and the others went on a small run , apparently san berdino's charter president,les packer was going to pay a visit to samcrow,another reason for rebecca going to help gemma, a club party,great.

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"You know you can come with right." Sage said getting dressed as Esai hummed kissing her neck.

"As much as I would love that,I'm pretty sure the sons would shoot me on sight,especially that old man" Esai smirked.

"If Piney were to try anything that oxygen tank would go up in flames." Sage said as the two ended up on the bed once again with Esai planting kisses on her neck.

Piney winston,opie's old man,was a racist bastard,he loved the girl's and Enzo like his own grandchildren,but oh the man does not hold back on the opinions he has.

"Your mind is a beautiful thing Sage Sera trager." Esai stated using her her full name.

And suddenly getting ready was the last thing on Sage Trager's mind as Esai trailed kisses down her body.

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"Sage Trager is that a hickey I see?" Rebecca smirked with a playful tsking sound.

"Thought I covered it good." Sage said shrugging , oh well.

Enzo and Jess ran around with water guns screaming as some of the old ladies and even crow eaters chased them around laughing , everyone cheering as the bikes pulled up with load roars coming from the engines.

"Uncle Chibs!" Jessyelled ramming into the scottish man who laughed.

"Don't tell uncle tiggy but I almost burned down the kitchen shhh." Jess said,not whispering , tig snapped his head over to Sage who just stared.

"Relax it was just brownies." Said Sage as her two younger siblings pulled her to the swingset the guys had built.

"Tha' little lasses are somthin' else arn't they?" Chibs said shaking his head.

"They almost burned down the house,for the fifth time in a row man." Tig groaned out as the others laughed.

"Your nieces?" Les packer questioned as he nodded his head towards the swings were Jess and Enzo had Sage pushing them.

"Yeah since my sister passed away I've been taking care of them and their little brother and his mom,love the little fuckers,even when they make the whole house smell like burned goods and cover it in silly string." Tig said wiping a fake tear.

"Your oldest niece , she the one who likes mexicans?" Isaac packer , les packer's younger brother,questioned as he stared at the sixteen year old.

"Yeah Alvarez's son why?" Tig questioned not liking the stare the thirty-seven year old was giving the un aware teen.

"No reason man , hey lighten up !" The man exclaimed loud and rashly.

"Why is the weird man looking at you?" Jess asked as the three siblings felt uncomfortable with the older guy staring.

"I don't know Jessie." Sage said as Enzo grabbed both his sister's arms , dragging them inside to play a board game , but despite the eight year old's cheery nature, Sage and Jess could tell their baby brother was just a uncomfotable and wanting to leave the youngest packer's sight.

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a few hours later into the party however as Sage was by the bar helping Jess and Enzo with their home aid slingshots , she let out a gasp as a splash of liquid was thrown on her back.

"Jesus! I'm sorry about that , crap here let me-" Sage cut off Isaac snatching her arm away as she nodded at the younger two to go get tig and chibs.

Man if only Happy was here , however Mama lowman was had caught the flue so he was with her for another two weeks.

"I can take care of my self thanks." Sage said as his grip returned , causing her to wince.

"Didn't anyone tell you to respect your elders,how are you gonna be a good old lady if you can't be obidient." Isaac said calm , however his eyes were wide and that look , was full blown crazy.

"Leave her alone man!" Juice exclaimed jumping over the bar pushing him away.

"How about you be a good prospect AND BACK OFF!" Isaac

exclaimed Punching Juice in the face,Tig and Chibs rushing from the other side of the room,along with Packer, rebecca, and Clay.

"Let go of me you sick fuck!" Sage exclaimed as he grabbed her arm.

"What you gonna sick your mexican on me , where is the little mayan prince,not here to save you,and you little girl need to know your plac-"Isaac was cutoff as the girl let out a scream of pain as her other arm punched him right in the nose.

Why the scream of pain you ask , because as Isaac kept grabbing and pulling , Sage's arm was then twisted and slammed into the bar by him as he spoke , it was like his mind wasn't controlling his body , his only goal is to hurt.

Suddeny a gun went off in the air as Tig,chibs,jax,and other member's jumped Isaac who also got hits in.

Sage held her arm as Wendy and Rebecca gently pulled her and Juice away from the fight and to the emergency room.

Fucking samdino , Sage thought as she held her arm it feels like it was twisted and split in half,it hurt like a bitch.

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"Are you okay,what am I saying of couse your not , I swear to god I'm-"

"ESAI!" Sage exclaimed as She looked at her new cast,Her boyfriend had rushed to the E.R after getting the call,ran all the red lights too.

"Sorry." He said as She shook her head before getting up.

"Let's go I don't wanna be here any longer." Sage said looking down to avoid staring at the way to bright lights that had a distracting flicker.

"Yeah , wouldn't want you to deck the poor nurse again." Esai said.

"Rebecca said she wouldn't say anything about that , ... I said sorry." Sage muttered.

"C'mon punchy I said I would take you home,we can watch movies,make love ." Esai smirked as Sage rolled her eyes, getting in the truck that Esai barely drove.

"Don't call me Punchy,and I didn't think someone could be so horney."

"Only for you mi reina ,Te amo." Esai said as they pulled up to the house.

"I love you too Esai Alvarez." Sage said with a laugh as He kissed her forhead,and then it ended up in a make out session.

Until Tig stood on the porch like a angry grandma in Rebecca's robe , who was not happy about him wearing it by the look on her face.

And suddenly the couple's plans were change as instead of just them , the whole club was involved in one big movie night.

And Isaac Packer was ex-communicated from samdino for his actions and his unstable nature,the actions of last night had gave Les packer the final reason for his long awaited decision,Oh and Happy was not well happy,he would've drove to cut off some head's until Sage informed him she was just fine.

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[ulabewriting]

Dominic Foreman-McGuire.

she/her.

TW : mention of alcohol, bad relationship with parents.

– Puerto rican, adopted in San Juan. – Gemini. – Personal trainer.

if charisma was a person.

leader of the “buff women” club.

fuck the man and the bear. choose Dominic, she can protect you from both.

looks tough and stoic but she’s SWEET, and she has the softest heart. <3

plays video games when she’s free. She will destroy anybody in fps games.

very deep sleep. She’s always running around, being active during the day, but once she’s asleep– you can try anything you want, this woman will NOT wake up unless the house is on fire.

super cuddly in her sleep; definitely the type to hug you and circle your waist unconsciously.

insanely good stamina. ;)

has a very warm laugh; the kind that makes you feel safe and content and makes you smile, no matter your mood.

has the sickest playlists.

curses in spanish when she’s mad, frustrated or scared.

5’11 strong lady!

loves long late night drives.

goes for a run every morning before going to work.

has two dogs, the loves of her life : Thelma and Amir.

absolutely loves to party and go to clubs with her siblings.

initially followed her parents’ will and didn’t really question the “system” until Liz did it. It inspired her a lot. Dominic used to be close to her parents; definitely their “proud, responsible oldest child”, but they’re more distant now. Their relationship is still kind of awkward.

takes cooking lessons with Oliver from time to time; always wanted to be good in the kitchen.

her love languages are gift giving and physical touch.

LOVES gentle touches. (brushing her knuckles against your cheek, your hands, pushing strands of hair behind your ears, placing a hand on the small of your back when you’re walking side to side. . .)

scared of bugs.

always wearing rings.

a big fan of horror movies.

a HUGE tease. Teasing her siblings, teasing you… i guess it’s part of her love language too. :)

owns like three different cars and motorcycles.

doesn’t play around with safety. (as she should!)

“Nah, nah, nah, sweetheart. If you don’t put this helmet on, you don’t. get. on my bike.”

suave, romantic mf. The type to organize romantic dinner dates with candles and your favorite meal.

bottling up her emotions quite a lot; tries to change it and learn how to talk about her feelings without fearing being judged or deemed unlovable.

used to not be close to her siblings because she’s the type to keep to herself. She only started forging strong links with her siblings when she distanced herself from her parents.

very rational and collected. If you have a problem; call her to find a solution or just to calm yourself down, honestly–

the most responsible and reliable one of the family, for sure. not the type to run away from her responsibilities.

can pick you up bridal style like you weigh nothing, so if you’re into that….. beware. She’ll attack you from behind and you’ll be in the air before you can even realize it–

gets jealous, sometimes. She won’t say a thing because she’s scared to annoy you, but you can tell because she gets more touchy-feely. Grabbing your hands, your waist, holding you close…

loves going to the arcade. (She’ll flash you the brightest, fondest smile if you say you want to come along.)

big fan of anime! Her favorite is One Punch Man. (wants to fight Saitama soooo bad.)

“No but look, look, look… If I tackle him like that, and punch him with just the right amount of strength, I’m sure I could, like–“

takes pictures of everything because everything looks cool, according to her. She looooves taking pictures of you– looks at you like you’re the moon and stars.

“You look… anw, sweetheart, there’s no words to describe you. Let me show you how I feel, hm ?”

will make you her "passenger princess". you have no choice.

quite literally treats you like royalty. You’re her goddamn jewel.

goes hard at the gym when she’s pissed off. Some business going south ? she’ll go boxing. A fight within the family ? she’ll bully a treadmill.

sends you random gym pictures in the middle of the day; caption “;)”.

plays poker. and she’s reaaaaally good at it; her natural resting b face comes in handy.

knows a LOT about alcohol, always buys the finest bottles and shares a drink with Liz (fellow wine enjoyer!) whenever she can.

not scared of eye contact; definitely will stare into anyone’s soul without batting an eye. ….especially yours. loves to startle you by just eye-devouring you when you talk; she loves the expressions you make when you're flustered.

addicted to iced coffee.

obsessed with cleaning. a clean FREAK. (her house and vehicles are always shiny.)

big big big fan of R&B.

veiny handdddssss! ! !

“I wanted to be strong for my family, yet I was pushing them away… Now, it’s like I’m meeting each of my siblings one by one for the first time, and learn to let them love me. And it might be stupid but, feeling so vulnerable… makes me the strongest I could've ever dreamed of being.”

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 7.6

Holidays

All-Star Game Anniversary (Baseball)

Aphelion Day 2023 (Earth farthest from the Sun)

Arbor Day (Chile)

Battle of Frederica Day (Denmark)

Buy Yourself A Toy You Always Wanted As A Child Day

Capital City Day (Kazakhstan)

Constitution Day (Cayman Islands)

Day of the Capital (Kazakhstan)

Eino Leino Day (Finland)

Ettelbruck Remembrance Day (Luxembourg)

Formal 706 Day

Festival of San Fermín begins (Pamplona, Spain) [thru 7.14]

Fill an Aquarium Day

Great American Wicnic

Hairy Vetchling Day (French Republic

International Compassion Day

International Day of the Stolen Kiss

International Kissing Day (a.k.a. World Kissing Day)

Iriya no Asagao-ichi (Morning Glory Flower Festival; Japan)

Jan Hus Day (Czech Republic)

King Mindaugas Day (Lithuania)

MHIP Day (Mizoram, India)

Name That Tune Day

National Air Traffic Control Day

National Daniel Day

National Day (Comoros)

National Wedgie Day

Old Albums Are Frisbees Day

San Fermin (Spain)

706 Day

Take Your Webmaster To Lunch Day

Teachers’ Day (Peru)

Time of Music begins (Finland)

Treat Your Webmaster or Webmistress Day

Umbrella Cover Day

Urs Shah-I-Hamdan Sahib (Jammu, Kashmir; India)

Valstybės Diena (a.k.a. Statehood Day; Lithuania)

Virtually Hug a Virtual Assistant Day

World Tibet Day

World Zoonoses Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Malted Milk Day

National Corn Dog Day

National Fried Chicken Day

National Hand Roll Day

National Pickle Festival

Sliced Bread Day

Independence & Related Days

Capital City Day (Kazakhstan)

Comoros (from France, 1975)

Jockromasa (Declared; 2016) [unrecognized]

Lithuania (Statehood Day)

Malawi (from UK, 1964)

Ünie (a.k.a. Ünieazwati; Declared; 2002) [unrecognized]

Varcetia (Declared; 2009) [unrecognized]

New Year’s Days

Muharram (Islamic New Year) [begins after Maghrib at Sundown]

1st Saturday in July

Buxton Wells Dressing begins (Derbyshire, England) [1st Saturday, ends 10th day]

Dnieper Day (Belarus, Russia, Ukraine) [1st Saturday]

Fiesta de San Fermin begins (Pamplona, Spain) [1st Saturday; until 14th]

Friendship Day (Peru) [1st Saturday]

Hop A Park Day [1st Saturday]

International Cherry Pit Spitting Day [1st Saturday]

International Day of Cooperatives (UN) [1st Saturday]

International Free Hugs Day [1st Saturday]

National Corn Hole Day [1st Saturday]

National Meadows Day (UK) [1st Saturday]

National Play Outside Day [1st Saturday of Every Month]

National Virginia Diverse Business Networking First Saturday (Virginia) [1st Saturday]

Satyr's Day (Silenus, Greek God of Beer Buddies and Drinking Companions) [1st Saturday of Each Month]

St. Pauls Carnival (Bristol, UK) [1st Saturday]

Wayne Chicken Day [1st Saturday]

World Firefly Day [1st Saturday]

Weekly Holidays beginning July 6 (1st Week of July)

Ivan Kupala Night (Belarus, Russia, Ukraine) [thru 7.7]

Festivals Beginning July 6, 2024

Bristol Renaissance Faire (Kenosha, Wisconsin) [thru 9.2]

Great Lakes Medieval Faire and Marketplace (Rock Creek, Ohio) [thru 8.11]

Sandpoint Beerfest (Sandpoint, Idaho)

San Fermin Festival (Pamplona, Spain) [thru 7.14]

Sterling Renaissance Festival (Sterling, New York) [thru 8.18]

Taiwan International Balloon Festival (Luye, Taiwan) [thru 8.19]

Taste of Minnesota (Minneapolis, Minnesota) [thru 7.7]

Truckfest (Malvern, United Kingdom) [thru 7.7]

Wine in the Pines (Pine Mountain Club, California)

Feast Days

Alexander III (Positivist; Saint)

Arthur C. Clarke Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Bessie Head (Shamanism)

Day of the Horned Goddesses (Deer Mother, Europa, Hera, Io, Ishtar, Isis, Juno, Luna, Nephthys, Pasiphae, Selene; Everyday Wicca)

Dog-Lion Beast (Muppetism)

Dominica (Christian; Martyr & Virgin)

Festival of Buddha's Eyetooth (Sri Lanka)

Frida Kahlo (Artology)

Goar (Christian; Saint)

Godelieve of Ghistelle (Christian; Saint)

John Byrne (Artology)

José María Velasco Gómez (Artology)

Juan O'Gorman (Artology)

Julian (Christian; Saint)

Ludi Apollinares begins (Roman games honoring Apollo)

Macaroni Day (Pastafarian)

Marc Chagall (Artology)

Maria Goretti (Christian; Saint)

Millennial Fairy Olympics (Writerism)

Modwenna (Christian; Saint & Virgin)

Moninna of Ireland (Christian; Saint)

Old Midsummer Day (Ancient England)

Palladius, Apostle of the Scots (Christian; Saint)

Pelagius (Celtic Book of Days)

Rick Sternbach (Artology)

Romulus of Fiesole (Christian; Saint)

Sexburgh (Christian; Saint)

Sisoes (Christian; Saint)

Solstitium V (Pagan)

St. John’s Wort Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Taxi Drive McGillicuddy (Muppetism)

Tzom Tammuz (Commemorating Braching of the Walls of Jerusalem before Destruction of the 2nd Temple; Judaism) [17 Tammuz]

Will James (Artology)

Islamic Lunar Holidays

Muharram (Islamic New Year) [begins after Maghrib at Sundown]

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

Ant-Man and the Wasp (Film; 2018)

Assault and Flattery (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1956)

The B-52s, by The B-52s (Album; 1979)

Blue Moon of Kentucky, recorded by Elvis Presley (Song; 1954)

Butterflies Are Free (Film; 1972)

Cave Man (Ub Iwerks MGM Cartoon; 1934)

Die Hard 2 (Film; 1990)

Forrest Gump (Film; 1994)

A Hard Day’s Night (Beatles UK Film; 1964)

Higher and Higher, by Jackie Wilson (Song; 1965)

I'm OK - You're OK, by Thomas A. Harris (Self-Help Book; 1967)

Inner World, by The Dalai Lama (Album; 2020)

Invincible, by Pat Benatar (Song; 1985)

Jetsons: The Movie (Animated Film; 1990)

Jumping’ with Symphony Sid, recorded by Dizzy Gillespie and his Orchestra (Song; 1949)

Keep Yourself Alive, by Queen (Song; 1973)

The Naughty Nineties (Abbott & Costello Film; 1945)

Paradise Hawaiian Style (Elvis Presley Film; 1966)

A Prairie Home Companion (Radio Series; 1974)

Precious Time, by Pat Benatar (Album; 1981)

Queen, by Queen (Album; 1973)

Slip Us Some Redskin (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1951)

Sorry to Bother You (Film; 2018)

That’s All Right, Mama, recorded by Elvis Presley (Song; 1954)

What’s Opera, Doc? (WB MM Cartoon; 1957)

Who’s On First, by Abbott and Costello (Filmed Skit; 1945)

Woodman, Spare That Tree (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1942)

You Oughta Know, by Alan’s Morisette (Song; 1995)

Today’s Name Days

Goar, Isaias, Marietta (Austria)

Agata, Marija, Suzana (Croatia)

Jan Hus (Czech Republic)

Dion (Denmark)

Sulev, Sulo (Estonia)

Esa, Esaias (Finland)

Marietta, Mariette, Nolwen (France)

Goar, Isaias, Marietta (Germany)

Lykios, Satryos (Greece)

Csaba (Hungary)

Antonio, Domenica, Maria, Romola (Italy)

Andzs, Anrijs, Arkādijs, Druvvaldis (Latvia)

Domė, Dominyka, Ginvilė, Nervydas (Lithuania)

Torgrim, Torgunn (Norway)

Agrypina, Chociebor, Dominik, Dominika, Goar, Gotard, Lucja, Łucja, Niegosław (Poland)

Sisoe (România)

Patrícia, Patrik (Slovakia)

Goretti, Isaías, María (Spain)

Esaias, Jessika (Sweden)

Felix (Ukraine)

Godiva, Isaiah, Isaias, Isiah, Jamaal, Jamal, Jamel, Jamil, Pallas, Shea, Shyanne (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 188 of 2024; 178 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of week 27 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 28 of 28]

Chinese: Month 6 (Xin-Wei), Day 1 (Xin-Wei)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 30 Sivan 5784

Islamic: 29 Dhu al-Hijjah 1445

J Cal: 8 Red; Oneday [8 of 30]

Julian: 23 June 2024

Moon: 1%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 19 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Alexander III]

Runic Half Month: Feoh (Wealth) [Day 13 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 17 of 94)

Week: 1st Week of July

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 16 of 31)

Calendar Changes

荷月 [Héyuè] (Chinese Lunisolar Calendar) [Month 6 of 12] (Lotus Month) [Earthly Branch: Goat Month] (Liùyuè; Sixth Month)

[nadiarivera]

*✶   about  nadia rivera

name:  nadia rivera

age: twenty6

sexuality: bisexual

relationship status: single.

Nadia Rivera was born in San Juan, Puerto Rico, during a thunderstorm—an omen, her abuela always said, of the fire and chaos she would bring into the world.

Her family was neither rich nor poor, just like many in their tight-knit neighborhood. Her father, Gabriel Rivera, was a mechanic with magic in his hands, able to fix anything from a broken-down car to an old washing machine. Her mother, Mariana, was a seamstress whose dresses were worn at every quinceañera in the area. Life was lively, full of music, gossip, and family gatherings. But it was also unpredictable.

When Nadia was ten, her father was scammed out of his savings by a "business partner," leaving them deep in debt. Desperate for a fresh start, the family packed up their lives and moved to Euroville, a mid-sized European city known for its blend of cultures and opportunities.

But adjusting wasn’t easy. They arrived with little money and no connections. Her father, once respected for his skills, could only find work in a rundown auto shop. Her mother took up sewing jobs for wealthy families who never bothered to learn her name. Nadia and her younger brother, Matías, struggled with the language, the culture, and the constant reminder that they were outsiders.

Nadia learned quickly that charm was her greatest weapon. She picked up the language fast, made friends in every social circle, and learned how to make people like her—because being liked meant survival. If people liked her, they wouldn’t see how lost she sometimes felt.

At 22, Nadia thought she had found the man she was going to marry: Adrian Laurent, a charming, wealthy entrepreneur. He was older, established, and had the kind of effortless confidence that made people gravitate toward him.

For the first time, Nadia felt like she didn’t have to fight for stability. With Adrian, life was luxurious—weekend trips, expensive dinners, whispered promises of a future together. He introduced her to a world she had never dared to dream of.

When he proposed, she said yes without hesitation.

For a while, everything was perfect. Or at least, that’s what she told herself.

But then, cracks began to show. Adrian became distant, his phone filled with late-night calls he refused to explain. Money started disappearing. Rumors started circulating.

And then, one week before their wedding, he was gone.

Not just out of her life—out of the country.

Turns out, Adrian wasn’t just a businessman. He was a con artist. He had been running an investment scam, using her and her connections to legitimize his deals. When things got too hot, he vanished—taking millions in stolen money and leaving Nadia to deal with the fallout.

She was humiliated. People whispered that she must have known. That she had helped him. The police questioned her, but she had nothing to offer. Everything she thought was real had been a lie.

And the worst part? She still felt the sting of his absence. Not because she missed him, but because he had taken her trust with him.

For months, Nadia spiraled.

She drank too much, partied too hard, and lost herself in the wrong kind of company. She made reckless choices, got involved with dangerous people, and flirted with destruction just to feel something other than rage.

She dabbled in pills and powders, just enough to take the edge off. Just enough to forget the man who ruined her life.

But it all came crashing down one night when she collapsed in a club bathroom, high out of her mind.

The only reason she survived was because someone—she still doesn’t know who—called an ambulance.

Waking up in a hospital bed, hooked up to IVs, surrounded by the very nurses she worked with, was the most humiliating moment of her life.

Something had to change.

Nadia threw herself back into work, using the chaos of the ER to drown out the chaos in her head. She became one of the best emergency nurses in the hospital—quick, sharp, unshakable.

She thrived in adrenaline, in making split-second decisions, in the rush of saving lives. The hospital was the one place where she felt in control.

Outside of work, she was still the same Nadia—flirtatious, outgoing, always the center of attention. She laughed loud, seduced without hesitation, and never let anyone get too close.

She told herself she was fine.

She told herself she was in control.

But some nights, when the hospital was quiet and she was alone with her thoughts, she wondered if she would ever really trust anyone again.

Three years after Adrian vanished, he was back.

Nadia saw him at a café near the hospital—sitting casually, sipping coffee, like he hadn’t shattered her world.

For a moment, she thought she was imagining it. But no. It was him.

And the worst part? He had the audacity to smile at her.

Her blood boiled. She could have walked away. She could have called the police. But Nadia was not the type to run anymore.

She walked straight up to him, slammed his coffee onto the table, and demanded the truth.

Why had he left?

Why had he done this to her?

Adrian sighed, looking almost amused. “You were never supposed to get hurt,” he said. “I was going to come back for you.”

That was the moment she knew—he had never really loved her. Not the way she had loved him.

He had loved the idea of her. The beautiful, charming, confident woman who could make anyone trust her. Just like he had.

This time, she didn’t fall for it.

This time, she walked away first.

At 27, Nadia Rivera is a woman who has been broken but refuses to stay down.

She is an ER nurse who thrives in chaos, who works long hours to escape her own thoughts, who flirts with doctors and paramedics but never lets them get too close.

She is the woman who knows exactly how much damage love can do—and refuses to let herself become a victim again.

She is the woman who still craves excitement, who still loves danger, but who now knows her worth.

She doesn’t need saving.

She is the storm.

[coolchasteboy]

"You want me to wear a thong bikini on vacation" I asked. "Yes babe. I bought it for you to wear while we are in San Juan" said Mina.

This was after she started feminizing me. I had worn a bikini one time before on vacation because my luggage got lost. But this time, I don't know, I just wasn't ready. "Mina, I think I just want to wear a speedo or something in San Juan." She frowned. I knew that frown. It meant she was disappointed. "Look Jennifer, we are going on this vacation as BFFs. I am going to get some dick on this vacation and so are you. And you are going to do it as Jennifer. And girls wear thong bikinis. Do you understand." I just looked at her and said "yes, I understand." With that Mina said she would pack my bag for me. We were to leave in the morning. "I will pick a travel outfit for you to wear" she said. I just nodded and made a bath so I could shave my body hair.

The next morning we got up super early. Our flight left at 6:30 am so we had to get to the airport by 5 am. "Jennifer, time to get up. I laid your outfit on the chair last night after you went to sleep." "I am tired" I whined. "Get up, get up, get up" she said. So I did.

My outfit was super cute. It was a cute white linen cotton romper, cute black thong undies, red bra, and some wedge heels. I got dressed, made us some tea, and we were off. The flight was uneventful. The flight attendant complimented me on my outfit. "OMG, you look super cute!" she said. The other flight attendant, a man, also complimented me. "I hope you are going somewhere fun where you can show off a bit" he said. I just laughed and said "the same place you are going, San Juan." "You know" he said "we have a two day layover in San Juan. If you want, we can hang out some while I am there." With that I gave him my number. He was a bit older than me and had really cute short brown hair with signs of grey. I could just totally run my hands through his hair. Mina was really happy. "He is really cute" she said. "I know" I replied back.

We got a cab to the hotel. We had a female driver. She was so beautiful. She asked what we were going to get up to while in San Juan. Mina said loudly "we are going to get so much dick while we are here." The driver responded "yeah, I hear that. You go girls!" With that she gave us the name of some clubs.

After being dropped off and getting checked in it was time for the beach. Me in my new thong bikini and Mina is a super sexy one piece. "Let's go" she said. "Put on a sarong or some shorts on the ride down to the beach." At the beach, we made our place and then my phone rang. It was Mitch, the airline attendant. "Yeah, come on down to the beach" I said. He was there shortly thereafter. OMG, did he look yummy. He was in a white bikini bathing suit. His package was huge. Mina had gone in the ocean and I was there trying to put sun screen on. "Let me help" he said. "Get on your hands and knees so I can put some on your back." So I did. I was there on all fours. He got behind and moved my legs apart and then came up behind me. I could feel his boner through his bikini pressing against my boi pussy. I started leaking cum at this point. He was slowly rubbing lotion in, stretching himself and his boner into me. "How does that feel" he said. I didn't know how to describe this feeling and said "It feels incredible against me." With that I moved my thong strap to the side. I could feel the tip of his cock outside of his bikini. It was against my pussy. "And this, how does this feel?" he asked. "Like heaven" I responded.

There was hardly anyone on the beach. I pushed back against his cock. I heard him lower his biking slightly. His cock started rubbing against my pussy. He then put one finger and then two inside me. He finger fucked me. "How about now" he asked. "Yeah, I like that. You can put you cock in me now if you want" I said. He slowly removed his fingers and position his swollen hard cock at my pussy entrance. "It is time" he said and then just pushed in me. I am not going to lie, it hurt, but at the same time it felt so good. And he just kept pushing in and out. I was so worried that someone would see us or call the cops. But I didn't dare ask him to stop. "Are you wearing a condom" I asked. "No" he responded, while still fucking me. Then his pace picked up and his breathing and then he just slammed me. I could feel his cock pulsate and I could feel his warm juices inside me. Still no one was around. When he finished he pulled out, put my thong back over my pussy, and pulled up his bikini. "Thank you" I said. He just patted me on the ass and left. I called him a couple of times that evening but he never answered, nor returned my voice mail or text.

When Mina got back she said "I saw him humping you while I was in the water." "He did more than that" I said. "He fucked his cum deep inside my pussy." "OMG, you little slut. I can't believe you got dick before I did" she said. "Mina, I feel like a cum slut now. I mean, I just let a man unload in me. I didn't really know him." Mina held me in her arms while the sun was setting on the beach. "Jennifer, that is what we woman do. It is hard to explain, but we just take men's cum. Sometimes it is from a boyfriend and sometimes from a stranger. We are just built this way. You are built this way. You are a woman." She then kissed my head. "I love you Mina" I said. "Thank you for making me into a woman."

Bodies Kissed by the Sun ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[chrisframeofficial]

Royal Caribbean makes a big commitment to 2026/27

Royal Caribbean has just released its 2026 - 2027 cruise schedule with 12 ships in the fleet cruising in US waters.

The voyages feature island hopping cruises, cruises to RCI’s Private Island Coco Cay and the new Royal Beach Club offering at Mexico's Cozumel.

Itineraries also include cruises from the newest ship in the fleet, Star of the Seas as well as her giant sister Icon of the Seas, and the Oasis-class Allure of the Seas, which is due to have a $100 million refurbishment.

Let's start with a new member of the family, Star of the Seas that will cruise from Port Canaveral near Orlando on seven-night voyages.

This is the type of cruising that these giant 200,000 gross ton + ships are best at, which is why you see Star of the Seas on these itineraries all year long, taking in Coco Cay, San Juan, Honduras, and Costa Maya.

Her sister ship, the equally sized Icon of the Seas, will be doing similar voyages from Miami, though she will also take in St Thomas and Philipsburg.

Above: Oasis of the Seas (RCI).

The 2009 built Utopia of the Seas will sail from Fort Lauderdale. As an Oasis-class ship, Allure is one of the biggest ships to ever go to sea, and it will have a $100 million refurbishment in 2025.

This giant cruise ship will sail on 6 and 8 night Western Caribbean, Eastern Caribbean and Southern Caribbean Cruises.

My favourite RCI ship, the Enchantment of the Seas, is about as far away from the Icon and Oasis-class as you can get within the Royal Caribbean family.

This Vision class vessel - which is unique in that she was lengthened in 2005 - will be cruising from Tampa on seven night Western Caribbean cruises.

Her itineraries include Belize City, Costa Maya and Cozumel… and if you want to find out why she's my favourite Royal Caribbean ship check out the video of my top five favourite things about Enchantment of the Seas:

The Voyager-class Adventure of the Seas will sail from both Port Canaveral and Fort Lauderdale, on 6 and 8 night Caribbean cruises, that visit Georgetown, Grand Cayman the Dominican Republic and Costa Maya.

Symphony of the Seas is welcoming travellers from Texas, being based out of Galveston, at what RCI says is the world's first Zero Energy Cruise Terminal. It features solar panels to offset electricity usage and EV charging stations.

Brilliance of the Seas and Radiance of the Seas will be offering cruises from Puerto Rico, while the Northeast of the USA is seeing an influx of RCI ships with the giant Oasis of the Seas, the Quantum-class Odyssey of the Seas, and the Freedom-class Independence of the Seas, all cruising from Cape Liberty, while the smaller Vision-class cruise ship Vision of the Seas is cruising from Baltimore.

This ship is the class leader of the Vision class, yet she was the last to enter service of that class, which is unusual.

[ear-worthy]

NEW Podcast "Sound Influence": The Art and Soul of Puerto Rico

Puerto Rico has long been a hub of passion, culture, and creativity, influencing artists across the globe. 

On November 25, Talkhouse and Atlas Obscura will launch a brand-new podcast, Sound Influence: The Art and Soul of Puerto Rico, a celebration of the island’s power to inspire. 

The project is produced in partnership with Discover Puerto Rico, the island's official destination marketing organization. Until then, listeners can enjoy the Official Trailer and subscribe wherever they get their podcasts.

Luis Guzmán is a Puerto Rican actor. His career spans over 40 years and includes several films and television series. He has appeared in Paul Thomas Anderson’s Boogie Nights, Magnolia, and Punch-Drunk Love and Steven Soderbergh’s Out of Sight, The Limey, and Traffic.

“Our goal with this project was to produce a new kind of audio portrait using field recordings, sound design, and original composition to create a deeper intellectual understanding and emotional connection with Puerto Rico,” said Doug Baldinger, Chief Content Officer at Atlas Obscura. “With the ultimate goal of encouraging listeners to visit and experience it for themselves.”

Through conversations with some of the Island’s most famous and talented artists, listeners will get to know Puerto Rico’s incredible towns, cities, beaches, rainforests, mountains, bars, and dance clubs that not only shaped their work but ultimately influenced global culture. Listeners will hear how places across the Island — from San Juan to El Yunque, from Ciales to Vieques — played a crucial role in the creation of their art. Their words will be accompanied by archival songs, innovative sound design, and original music, creating a memorable and distinctive listening experience that will evoke the beauty and vividness of Puerto Rico for listeners everywhere.

“At Discover Puerto Rico, we believe our Island is a living canvas, painted with the vibrant strokes of our culture, creativity, and passion,” said Leah Chandler, Chief Marketing Officer of Discover Puerto Rico. “‘Sound Influence: The Art and Soul of Puerto Rico’ offers an extraordinary journey, inviting listeners to immerse themselves in the stories and sounds that pulse through our streets and landscapes. This podcast beautifully captures the spirit and artistry that thrive in every corner of Puerto Rico, showcasing the authentic essence of our Island.”

This is an interesting and novel collaboration between a podcast company and a tourist organization. A well-regarded actor serves as a guide and host. As a bonus, the podcast introduces listeners to amazing music that is not part of their Spotify playlists.

[trastornadosrevista]

Lisandro Aristimuño en el Teatro Ópera de Buenos Aires 

Luego de realizar su tercer estadio Luna Park Lisandro Aristimuño se presenta el sábado 28 de septiembre en el Teatro Ópera de la Ciudad de Buenos Aires.

A 20 años de “Azules Turquesas” su álbum debut, está recorriendo el país con la gira de “El Rostro de los Acantilados” su nuevo álbum considerado entre los 10 mejores discos del 2023 por la Revista Rolling Stone Argentina, con el que además ganó su noveno Premio Gardel en la categoría “Mejor Álbum Canción de Autor”. Ya se presentó en San Luis, Mendoza y San Juan.

Acaba de realizar 3 conciertos en Chile (Concepción, Santiago y Viña del Mar) y la semana que viene regresará a Corrientes y Chaco.

Referente de las nuevas generaciones musicales, siempre en la búsqueda musical, siendo ya un verdadero clásico, Lisandro es la novedad permanente. En vivo propone los paisajes del sur que componen y configuran su profundo y característico sonido propio.

El último lanzamiento llamado “El Rostro de los Acantilados” es su octavo álbum de estudio. Un reflejo sensible y poderoso de su madurez creativa y estética; síntesis de su amplitud de estilos, búsquedas y sonoridades. Cuenta con la participación especial de los ex Serú Girán, Pedro Aznar y David Lebón.

Junto a lo nuevo, en sus presentaciones en vivo ofrece un recorrido por sus 20

años de carrera. Un camino independiente, multipremiado y distinguido, para disfrutar de las canciones que conforman su prestigioso y delicado repertorio con el que ha conseguido 9 Premios Gardel, la nominación a los Grammy Latinos y la distinción del Premio Konex como una de las 5 figuras más destacadas de la música popular argentina.

En Buenos Aires agotó 9 veces el icónico Teatro Gran Rex, hizo 3 Estadios Luna Park y fue el artista elegido para la apertura de los conciertos de Sting (2017) y David Byrne (2018).

Además, se presentó en los más importantes festivales, recorrió varias veces toda la Argentina y las principales ciudades de Latinoamérica y España.

GIRA PRESENTACIÓN “EL ROSTRO DE LOS ACANTILADOS”

PRÓXIMAS FECHAS

30 DE AGOSTO – RESISTENCIA (TEATRO GUIDO MIRANDA)

31 DE AGOSTO – CORRIENTES (RIVERA NIGHT CLUB)

7 DE SEPTIEMBRE – ROSARIO (TEATRO EL CÍRCULO)

8 DE SEPTIEMBRE – SANTA FE (C.C PROVINCIAL)

28 DE SEPTIEMBRE – CIUDAD DE BS AS (TEATRO ÓPERA)

4 DE OCTUBRE – MAR DEL PLATA (TEATRO RADIO CITY)

5 DE OCTUBRE – LA PLATA (TEATRO MUNICIPAL COLISEO PODESTÁ)

17 DE OCTUBRE – RÍO CUARTO (WEST)

18 DE OCTUBRE – CÓRDOBA (QUALITY ESPACIO)

24 DE OCTUBRE – JUJUY (C.C MARTÍN FIERRO)

25 DE OCTUBRE – SALTA (TEATRO PROVINCIAL)

26 DE OCTUBRE – TUCUMÁN (TEATRO SAN MARTÍN)

13 DE NOVIEMBRE – VIEDMA (CENTRO CULTURAL)

15 DE NOVIEMBRE – NEUQUÉN (TEATRO ESPAÑOL)

17 DE NOVIEMBRE – BAHÍA BLANCA (TEATRO DON BOSCO)

28 DE SEPTIEMBRE – TEATRO ÓPERA - BUENOS AIRES

A LA VENTA EN TICKETEK

[jpbjazz]

LÉGENDES DU JAZZ

BENNY CARTER, L’HOMME À TOUT FAIRE DU JAZZ

"Everyone should listen to Benny Carter. He's a whole musical education."

- Miles Davis

Né le 8 août 1907 à New York, Bennett Lester ‘’Benny’’ Carter était le seul fils et le plus jeune d’une famille de trois enfants. Carter a grandi à San Juan Hill, un des quartiers les plus turbulents de Manhattan.

Carter avait été initié à la musique dès son plus jeune âge grâce à sa mère qui lui avait donné des leçons de piano. Sous l’influence de son cousin, le légendaire Theodore ‘’Cuban’’ Bennett, et de son voisin, le trompettiste de l’orchestre de Duke Ellington, Bubber Miley, Carter avait décidé d’apprendre la trompette en autodidacte. S’étant lassé de la trompette, Carter avait finalement décidé de l’échanger contre un ‘’C-melody Saxophone’’, un instrument dont la sonorité se situait entre le saxophone alto et le saxophone ténor, et dont il avait joué pendant un certain temps avant de fixer son choix sur l’alto. L’une des premières influences de Carter était le saxophoniste Frankie Trumbauer, un ancien collaborateur de Bix Beiderbecke. Carter avait fait des études au Wilberforce College en Ohio, mais il avait abandonné en huitième année pour se lancer dans une carrière musicale.

CARRIÈRE PROFESSIONNELLE Carter avait démarré sa carrière professionnelle à l’âge de quinze ans en jouant dans les bars de Harlem avec les meilleurs groupes de New York.

Dans les années 1920, Carter s’était produit avec June Clark, Billy Paige et Earl Hines. Par la suite, il avait fait une tournée avec les Wilberforce Collegians dirigés par Horace Henderson (le frère de Fletcher). Carter a fait ses débuts sur disque en 1927 avec les Paradise Ten de Charlie Johnson. Après être retourné avec les Wilberforce Collegians, avec lequel il avait participé à un concert au Savoy Ballroom de New York, Carter était devenu le directeur musical du groupe jusqu’en 1929.

Au début des années 1930, Carter et Johnny Hodges étaient considérés comme les deux saxophonistes alto dominants. Carter était également devenu un trompettiste majeur. Dans les années 1930, après avoir redécouvert son instrument, Carter avait énormément enregistré à la trompette.

À partir de 1930, Carter avait travaillé comme arrangeur de Fletcher Henderson en remplacement de Don Redman. Il avait aussi été arrangeur pour les big bands de Charlie Johnson, Horace Henderson et Chick Webb. Les arrangements de Carter étaient plutôt complexes. Parmi les arrangements majeurs qu’il avait réalisés, on remarquait ‘’Keep a Song in Your Soul’’, qu’il avait écrit pour Henderson en 1930, ’’Lonesome Nights’’ et ‘’Symphony in Riffs’’, tous deux composés en 1933.

Les arrangements de Carter étaient si imaginatifs (plus particulièrement la partie réservée au saxophone) que le compositeur Gunther Schuller avait écrit à son sujet que "Carter was now the arranger everyone followed." Autodidacte, Carter n’avait aucune formation d’arrangeur. Il avait appris par essais-erreurs en s’inspirant des pièces existantes. Carter commençait par écrire les partitions de la trompette et du saxophone, une méthode qui était, comme il l’expliquait lui-même, ‘’the hard way. It was quite some time that I did that before I knew what a score was."

Par la suite, Carter avait quitté Henderson pour assurer la relève de Don Redman comme leader des McKinney’s Cotton Pickers à Detroit. Déjà maître du saxophone alto, Carter en avait profité pour retourner à ses premières amours, la trompette.

En 1932, Carter avait formé un groupe à New York qui comprenait Chu Berry, Sid Catlett, Cozy Cole, Bill Coleman, Ben Webster, Dickie Wells et Teddy Wilson. Malheureusement, les standards de qualité de Carter n’étaient pas une garantie de succès commercial, et il avait dû démanteler son groupe à la fin de 1934.

Même si l’éphémère orchestre de Carter avait joué au Harlem Club de New York, il n’avait enregistré que quelques albums pour les disques Columbia, Okeh et Vacation. Les disques de l’orchestre sur étiquette Okeh avaient été produits sous le nom de Chocolate Dandies.

En 1933, Carter avait participé à des sessions d’enregistrement du compositeur et musicien britannique Spikie Hughes. Ce dernier se trouvait à New York afin d’organiser des enregistrements avec les plus importants musiciens afro-américains. Cette collaboration avait donné lieu à la publication d’un album intitulé ‘’Spike Hughes and His Negro Orchestra’’, qui avait d’abord été publié exclusivement en Angleterre. L’album comprenait dix-huit pièces, dont quatre étaient interprétées par le big band de Carter. Parmi les membres de l’orchestre, on remarquait Red Allen, Dicky Wells, Wayman Carver, Coleman Hawkins, J.C. Higginbotham et Chu Berry. UN VÉRITABLE HOMME-ORCHESTRE Après avoir été invité à jouer à Paris en 1935 avec l’orchestre de Willie Lewis, Carter s’était installé l’année suivante à Londres. Sur la recommandation du critique de jazz de Leonard Feather, Carter avait été arrangeur durant deux ans pour le BBC Big Band. Tant en Angleterre qu’en France et en Scandinavie, Carter avait enregistré avec des musiciens importants, dont Coleman Hawkins. Il était même allé jouer avec son big band dans les Pays-Bas. Lors de son séjour, Carter avait joué non seulement du saxophone alto et du saxophone ténor, mais aussi de la trompette, de la clarinette et du piano, en plus de chanter à l’occasion. Rentré aux États-Unis en 1938, Carter était retourné jouer avec son orchestre au Savoy Ballroom de Harlem, où il était demeuré jusqu’en 1941. À l’époque, le groupe de Carter était composé de Shad Collins, Sidney De Paris, Vic Dickenson et Freddie Webster. Après avoir quitté le Savoy, Carter avait dirigeé un groupe de sept musiciens qui comprenait notamment Eddie Barefield, Kenny Clarke et Dizzy Gillespie. Toujours très en demande comme arrangeur, Carter avait collaboré avec de grosses pointures comme Benny Goodman, Count Basie, Duke Ellington, Glenn Miller et Tommy Dorsey.

En 1945, Carter s’était installé à Los Angeles où il avait formé un autre groupe. Celui-ci était composé entre autres de J.S. Johnson, Max Roach, Art Pepper et Miles Davis. Ce dernier avait fait un jour un grand compliment à Carter en déclarant à son sujet: "Everyone should listen to Benny Carter. He's a whole musical education."

Il s’agissait d’un des derniers big bands de la carrière de Carter. À l’exception de concerts occasionnels avec le Jazz at the Philarmonic de Norman Granz et de ses propres enregistrements, Carter avait cessé de diriger des grandes formations.

DERNIÈRES ANNÉES ET POSTÉRITÉ

À Los Angeles, Carter avait eu beaucoup plus d’occasions de travailler en studio, ce qui avait occupé la majeure partie de son temps durant des années. Pendant cette période, Carter avait aussi écrit de la musique et des arrangements pour des films comme ‘’Stormy Weather’’ en 1943. Il avait également composé pour la télévision.

Dans les années 1950 et 1960, Carter avait écrit des arrangements pour des chanteurs et chanteuses comme Louis Armstrong, Billie Holiday, Ray Charles, Ella Fitzgerald, Lou Rawls, Pearl Bailey, Mel Torme, Peggy Lee, Billy Eckstine et Sarah Vaughan.

Dans les années 1970, Carter avait tenté d’effectuer un retour. Il avait recommencé à jouer du saxophone en concert et avait même participé à une tournée du Moyen-Orient organisée par le Département d’État. C’est aussi à cette époque que Carter avait commencé à faire des visites annuelles en Europe et au Japon.

En 1969, Morroe Berger, un professeur de sociologie de l’Université Princeton qui avait fait une thèse de doctorat sur le jazz, avait invité Carter à venir passer un weekend dans son université. Cette visite avait permis à Carter de découvrir une nouvelle facette de son énorme potentiel, celle de pédagogue. Au cours des neuf années suivantes, Carter avait visité Princeton à cinq reprises, la plupart du temps pour de brefs séjours, sauf en 1973 lorsqu’il y avait passé un semestre comme professeur invité. En 1974, l’Université Princeton avait d’ailleurs décerné à Carter un doctorat honorifique. Carter avait également animé des ateliers et des séminaires dans d’autres universités. Durant une semaine en 1987, il avait même été lecteur invité à l’Université Harvard. Morroe Berger, qui était à l’origine de la carrière d’enseignement de Carter, lui avait consacré une biographie en deux volumes en 1982, intitulée ‘’Benny Carter - A Life in American Music.’’

  Benny Carter avait beau avoir plus de soixante-dix ans, le temps ne semblait avoir aucune prise sur lui. Au cours des années 1980, Carter avait composé une longue pièce intitulée ‘’Central City Sketches’’ qui avait été présentée devant la Cooper Union par l’American Jazz Orchestra. Une autre composition de longue durée de Carter, la ‘’Glasgow Suite’’, avait été jouée en Écosse. En 1990, le Lincoln Center avait commandé à Carter une pièce intitulée ‘’Good Vibes.’’ La National Endowment for the Arts avait aussi accordé une subvention à Carter qui avait conduit à la composition de ‘’Tales of the Rising Sun Suite’’ et de la ‘’Harlem Renaissance Suite.’’ Carter était âgé de quatre-vingt-cinq ans lorsque cette musique avait finalement été interprétée.

La longévité de Carter était plutôt inhabituelle pour un musicien de jazz. Véritable encyclopédie du jazz, Carter est sans doute le seul musicien de jazz dont la carrière avait traversé huit décennies. Homme plutôt tranquille, Carter n’avait jamais connu de problème majeur, contrairement à ses collègues musiciens dont l’itinéraire avait souvent été jalonné de tragédies personnelles, de démêlés avec la justice ou de problèmes de toxicomanie. Carter était non seulement polyvalent, c’était également un gentilhomme qui était toujours aimable, souriant et courtois. En plus d’avoir contribué à redéfinir le son du saxophone alto, Carter jouait aussi du saxophone ténor et du saxophone soprano, de la trompette, du trombone, de la clarinette et du piano.

Le jeu de Carter au saxophone était caractérisé par la pureté du son, les ornementations élégantes, la précision rythmique et un sens inné du swing. Duke Ellington avait un jour écrit au sujet de Carter: "The problem of expressing the contributions that Benny Carter has made to popular music is so tremendous it completely fazes me, so extraordinary a musician is he."

Carter s’était marié à cinq reprises. Sa première épouse est morte de pneumonie trois ans après son mariage en 1925. Trois autres de ses mariages s’étaient terminés sur un divorce. En 1979, Carter avait épousé Hilma Ollila Arons, qu’il avait rencontrée en 1940 au Savoy Ballroom. Benny Carter est mort le 12 juillet 2003 au Cedars-Sinai Medical Center de Los Angeles. Les causes de sa mort ont été attribuées à des complications survenues à la suite d’une bronchite. Il était âgé de quatre-vingt-quinze ans. Carter laissait dans le deuil son épouse Hilma, une fille, une petite-fille et un petit-fils.

Considéré comme un des meilleurs saxophonistes alto de l’histoire du jazz, Benny Carter avait reçu de nombreux honneurs au cours de sa longue carrière. Après avoir été intronisé au DownBeat Jazz Hall of Fame en 1977, le Black Filmmakers Hall of Fame lui avait décerné le même honneur l’année suivante. En 1980, l’American Society of Music Arrangers and Composers lui avait attribué un Golden Score Award. En 1982, le soixante-quinzième anniversaire de naissance de Carter avait été commémoré par la station de radio new-yorkaise WKCR qui avait fait jouer sa musique sans interruption durant une semaine.

Lauréat d’un Jazz Masters Award du National Endowment for the Arts en 1986, Carter avait aussi vu sa carrière être couronnée par la remise d’un Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award l’année suivante. En 1994, Carter avait aussi remporté un prix Grammy pour un solo qu’il avait exécuté sur la pièce ‘’Prelude to a Kiss’’ de Duke Ellington. Carter a également sa propre étoile sur le Hollywood Walk of Fame.

En 1989, le Lincoln Center avait célébré le quatre-vingt-deuxième anniversaire de naissance de Carter avec un pot-pourri de ses compositions interprété par les chanteuses Ernestine Anderson et Sylvia Syms. L’année suivante, Carter a été élu Artiste Jazz de l’Année dans le cadre des sondages organisés par les magazines DownBeat et Jazz Times. En plus d’avoir vu sa carrière être récompensée par le Kennedy Center en 1996, Carter avait obtenu quatre doctorats honorifiques des universités Princeton (1974), Rutgers (1991), Harvard (1994), ainsi que du New England Conservatory of Music (1998). En 2000, le président Bill Clinton avait décerné à Carter la National Medal of Arts. En 1996, la carrière de Carter a également été l’objet d’un documentaire vidéo intitulé ‘’Symphony in Riffs.’’

C-2023-2024, tous droits réservés, Les Productions de l’Imaginaire historique SOURCES:

‘’Benny Carter.’’ Wikipedia, 2023. ‘’Benny Carter Biography.’’ Encyclopedia of World Biography, 2004. ‘’Benny Carter, American Musician.’’ Encyclopaedia Britannica, 2023.

[libidomechanica]

“Fool”

A Kelly lune sequence

               1

Morning on this body decorate the ground, let bee.

               2

With the bounty wrong. And thus singly well-conduct’s less?

               3

Today when I be? Fool! Lights are much depends of hate?

               4

Saw nothing let’s lay, and God stand, whatever I do!

               5

Nor can body, we that all displease. The clubs no more.

               6

If lowliness town! No, no, not I. But the lilies.

               7

Should connected woes. A sheathenish. Bid me too near.

               8

That which man may regard to Aristotle. For all?

               9

Juan consent’—consent. Each other show’d with Ismail’s ours.

               10

He fixed the class is fit to virtue prefer a spark.

               11

Ah wanton music’s charming, which men vain., Cupid’s blood.

               12

In our mothers also have our fame, it is vertue, truth.

               13

Cite is, than his larger soul, like picture, how I love.

               14

For Wit is foiled. Their create Ideas in their shafts.

               15

And if his golden as a voyage or vessel lost.

               16

’Er them gold, and fashion. Come in a grey hairs bid come!

               17

Beams, but now she knew the true? When Julia did not pass.

               18

I will not of Woman face; wit tempt further. The night.

               19

Pardon where Vertue is come a library, and all be.

               20

With muffled this glass. What still these Four which seem’d to bee.

               21

Will be. Now for fear my Garment quite a paragon.

               22

Since God is filled window blew bubbled, the long to light.

               23

Come, Madam—hist! More bright like two people say his arms.

               24

That was near history; but when my wings, to scold, but, ah!

               25

And wonder in an evil sprite, and she queen they be?

               26

Not that besides the ball. An Inner Meaning hello.

               27

But, ah, Desire? Nonsense for ever see Brooklyn.

               28

Now Juliana stung! Bats, blind, lest soil took pity.

               29

Such a one Why will. Wherein with stamina so steals.

               30

Cried. Towne fierce tears, of counsellors’ for malice still the Sage?

               31

I must want to row; in thee, as swan or snow, his soul!

               32

And I don’t make me this child, without younger brother.

               33

But you in men. Albeit all; I could kill his child.

               34

And so steal on peal, the grass. The photos anymore.

               35

And thee afternoon the Sea? But bravest, with edge-tools!

               36

Bid me through the destroyed. No one column; date, Falmouth.

               37

But that I can’t but once. Fear she that Donna Inez.

               38

Did not in looked pines. Smoking dress, often fifty rhymes.

               39

I lost pulse of chromatical, but is fine-pointed.

               40

Father blood, not knowledge. Was it outlasts in good nights.

               41

Look we for words, the glow tells to retort the mart; swords.

               42

Our state of youth: but, finding they feel? A Haire than one?

               43

Dominion. Can everywhere, for a stone to pick up.

               44

But sweeter stresses. These contented on Nelly Gray!

               45

All your confounded fawn came troop, to hold the tulip?

               46

The bee? And see how or what—I never has made up.

               47

When a female. Him all within its grasshoppers warm.

               48

And all the Seraskier. And Lilly, why man would be.

               49

To this same heaven’s Angels known; and the fair. Your purse.

               50

The work of you here? Inez were vanish: wept they grief.

               51

Must I, who would refused it, and rain. Of burning Post?

               52

As e’er begun. Hee will displease their midst of fellow!

               53

He reader!—Because it but on pantaloons or booze.

               54

The Madeira to the human fair! He would enter.

               55

Wretched the woods were remains? As change she stand the branch.

               56

Ashes to weary of love, give me now! With the true?

               57

Indeed! Here, now, and on the drying through destroying.

               58

Father cases, is the great word about his first-fruits.

               59

The frock and rose. He too great with a heavy measure!

               60

Charlotte, having now. What kind of his own nature light.

               61

A still cries, Forsooth, let bee. And when they sought up true.

               62

For half an honest speech. Or calm around, in shining.

               63

And if the flowers. I’ll calls friend scrawled on the stomachs.

               64

While Dame sans merci hath a far mountain posts themselves?

               65

Such I grieve thee! Thou shalt not one of the wild bird’s wing.

               66

Of polish fashion. Two signs o’er a flower and flow.

               67

And grape could kill? As in the gaunt famine, and this whole.

               68

Poor grapes is philosophic in our beauty, you know.

               69

At my legs. The latest things are pretty child will spin.

               70

Who was a fine,—even survive the motion. What sigh.

               71

Love without desires. The quiet limits, but them.

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 9.28 (before 1940)

48 BC – Pompey disembarks at Pelusium upon arriving in Egypt, whereupon he is assassinated by order of King Ptolemy XIII. 235 – Pope Pontian resigns. He is exiled to the mines of Sardinia, along with Hippolytus of Rome. 351 – Constantius II defeats the usurper Magnentius. 365 – Roman usurper Procopius bribes two legions passing by Constantinople, and proclaims himself emperor. 935 – Duke Wenceslaus I of Bohemia is murdered by a group of nobles led by his brother Boleslaus I, who succeeds him. 995 – Boleslaus II, Duke of Bohemia, kills most members of the rival Slavník dynasty. 1066 – William the Conqueror lands in England, beginning the Norman conquest. 1106 – King Henry I of England defeats his brother Robert Curthose at the Battle of Tinchebray. 1238 – King James I of Aragon conquers Valencia from the Moors. Shortly thereafter, he proclaims himself king of Valencia. 1322 – Louis IV, Holy Roman Emperor, defeats Frederick I of Austria in the Battle of Mühldorf. 1538 – Ottoman–Venetian War: The Ottoman Navy scores a decisive victory over a Holy League fleet in the Battle of Preveza. 1542 – Juan Rodríguez Cabrillo of Portugal arrives at what is now San Diego, California. He is the first European in California. 1779 – American Revolution: Samuel Huntington is elected President of the Continental Congress, succeeding John Jay. 1781 – American Revolution: French and American forces backed by a French fleet begin the siege of Yorktown. 1787 – The Congress of the Confederation votes to send the newly written United States Constitution to the state legislatures for approval. 1821 – The Declaration of Independence of the Mexican Empire is drafted. It will be made public on 13 October. 1844 – Oscar I of Sweden–Norway is crowned king of Sweden. 1867 – Toronto becomes the capital of Ontario, having also been the capital of Ontario's predecessors since 1796. 1868 – The Battle of Alcolea causes Queen Isabella II of Spain to flee to France. 1871 – The Brazilian Parliament passes a law that frees all children thereafter born to slaves, and all government-owned slaves. 1889 – The General Conference on Weights and Measures (CGPM) defines the length of a metre. 1892 – The first night game for American football takes place in a contest between Wyoming Seminary and Mansfield State Normal. 1893 – Foundation of the Portuguese football club FC Porto. 1901 – Philippine–American War: Filipino guerrillas kill more than forty American soldiers while losing 28 of their own. 1912 – The Ulster Covenant is signed by some 500,000 Ulster Protestant Unionists in opposition to the Third Irish Home Rule Bill. 1912 – Corporal Frank S. Scott of the United States Army becomes the first enlisted man to die in an airplane crash. 1918 – World War I: The Fifth Battle of Ypres begins. 1919 – Race riots begin in Omaha, Nebraska. 1924 – The first aerial circumnavigation is completed by a team from the US Army. 1928 – Alexander Fleming notices a bacteria-killing mold growing in his laboratory, discovering what later became known as penicillin. 1939 – World War II: Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union agree on a division of Poland. 1939 – World War II: The siege of Warsaw comes to an end.

[heydaytravelcompany]

Disney Treasure Early Booking Reminder

Early booking for the Disney Treasure inaugural season opens tomorrow, Tuesday, Sept. 12, 2023, for select Castaway Club Members. The Disney Treasure will embark on its maiden voyage, a seven-night Eastern Caribbean cruise from Port Canaveral, Florida, on Dec. 21, 2024, followed by an inaugural season of seven-night itineraries to the Eastern and Western Caribbean from Port Canaveral: - 7-night Western Caribbean Cruise, visiting Cozumel, Mexico, George Town, Grand Cayman, Falmouth, Jamaica and Disney Castaway Cay - 7-night Eastern Caribbean Cruise, visiting Tortola, British Virgin Islands, St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands and Disney Castaway Cay - 7-night Eastern Caribbean Cruise, visiting Tortola, British Virgin Islands, San Juan, Puerto Rico and Disney Castaway Cay  Early booking dates for Castaway Club members for the Disney Treasure’s inaugural season are as follows: - Pearl Castaway Club Members: Tuesday, Sept. 12, 2023 - Platinum Castaway Club Members: Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2023 - Golden Oak residents and Club 33 Members: Wednesday, Sept. 13, 2023* - Gold Castaway Club Members: Thursday, Sept. 14, 2023 - Disney Vacation Club® Members and Adventures by Disney® Adventure Insiders: Monday, Sept. 18, 2023* - Silver Castaway Club Members: Tuesday, Sept. 19, 2023  - Bookings open to all Guests: Wednesday, Sept. 20, 2023 Booking Policies for the Maiden Voyage  Due to the anticipated demand for the Maiden Voyage of the Disney Treasure, there will be some unique Terms and Conditions for this sailing only. Please note that these do not apply to other Inaugural Season sailings. Click here for more details.  - A 20%, non-refundable deposit must be paid by 11:59 p.m. the day of booking. - No date changes will be allowed. Clients must cancel and rebook. - Disney Cruise Line Vacation Protection Plan (VPP) must be added to the reservation at the time of deposit. - For early bookings, the Client eligible for early booking must remain on the reservation. - There are no discounts, and Clients may not use future cruise credit or onboard offers as payment for this sailing. Read the full article