#photo negative minnie

[rockhousejai]

Their so ugly/aff

[elliottswaterlilies]

just a girl.

[qquentt]

STUPID XO.

[pop-hxj]

Normal colors.

I don't know why, but I like to think that her skin is like that.

[rampagingsnowstoat]

Throws these down and runs for the hills

[th3-eternal-eclipse]

"Stop looking at me"

[mysteriousbp]

You Know What? Screw You! *Unmother’s Mother*

I’m kinda surprised that no one has done this idea before. You know, Mother being the child and the rest of the Fnati characters raise her. (AKA. A simple AU that idiots like me make… I just realized why no one made this AU.)

I call this AU version of Mother, Molly because Mo of Mother, double letters like Minnie because Mother is a female mouse like Minnie and y of Mickey because Mother is a shadow version of Mickey.

[satanic-squid]

Deciding to post these here as well

Have some whiteboard doodles I made last night

[cubon]

Out of pocket midnight Shade Photo-negative Minnie art

I was supposed to draw Regretevator npcs but I just saw my IPad’s wallpaper and thought: "Dawg I really want to draw her"

Idk why but I liked how cursed this picture of shade pn Minnie looks that I made it my wallpaper

..Where’s her nose

[dedf1sh-fan]

New creepypasta just dropped

Sunbleached minnie mouse

[vague-humanoid]

The Wall Street Journal has an incredible story today. The National Archives museum, under Biden-appointed U.S. Archivist Colleen Shogan, has been working to reshape its narrative of American history in order to make white conservatives more comfortable. The Journal describes a pattern of efforts to shape its newest upcoming exhibits to better fit right-wing narratives of U.S. history. The museum has removed references to Martin Luther King Jr., Japanese internment, Native Americans, union organizers, and birth control, because presenting American history honestly would make Republicans upset. 

The changes to the new exhibits are remarkable. A photo of King was replaced with one of Richard Nixon meeting Elvis Presley. A “proposed exhibit exploring changes to the Constitution since 1787,” including “amendments abolishing slavery and expanding the right to vote,” was reduced in size, and employees were told that “focusing on the amendments portrayed the Founding Fathers in a negative light.” Shogan “told employees to remove Dorothea Lange’s photos of Japanese-American incarceration camps from a planned exhibit because the images were too negative and controversial, according to documents and current and former employees” and her aides “also asked staff to eliminate references about the wartime incarceration from some educational material.” An exhibit on coal communities “cut references to the environmental hazards caused by the mining industry.” Shogan’s aides “also ordered the removal of labor-union pioneer Dolores Huerta and Minnie Spotted-Wolf, the first Native American woman to join the Marine Corps, from the photo booth, according to current and former employees and agency documents.” A photo of Betty Ford wearing an Equal Rights Amendment pin was removed from a video, and in an exhibit of “patents that changed the world,” the birth control pill was replaced with, of all things, the bump stock. The Journal notes that "Shogan’s changes have delayed the opening of new exhibits, initially set for next summer, and are expected to add at least $332,000 to costs."

The explicit justification here was that the facts would hurt the feelings of guests who didn’t want to hear about union organizers and Native Americans. Visitors shouldn’t “feel confronted,” the Archivist said, but rather “welcomed.” Of course, Japanese Americans or Native Americans are unlikely to feel “confronted” by exhibits on their history, so the archivist was clearly referring to making white conservatives feel more at ease. In fact, an employee was specifically “told to look for success stories about white people.” And, looking over an exhibit about westward expansion, Shogan asked a staffer “Why is it so much about Indians?”

@britomartis @el-shab-hussein @ubernegro

this is making me actually insane..... this is how we fight fascism? by whitewashing history in a nationalistic myth?

[rockhousejai]

Gotta keep that fnati train going 🚂/pos

[lizardsfromspace]

While Mickey Mouse's earliest incarnation is in the public domain, not all of his beloved traits and design features are available for legal use! Let's go over some fair use #fails surrounding the character to learn more

Infestation 88

Pros: no pupils, no gloves, nips out, top hat: this is a high-tier non-infringing Mickey Mouse!

Cons: Mickey Mouse didn't start laying egg pods in space stations until 1939, so that may be infringing. Curiously unexplained number 88 probably nothing to worry about

Farfour the Mouse

Pros: agrees with Walt Disney on certain issues

Cons: Mickey did not gain his gloves until 1929 and his pupils until 1938, making this infringing

Mickey & Minnie Mouse Babies Missing Abducted Lethal Injection! Mickey Mouse Clubhouse Cartoons Full

Pros: on-brand for early Mickey's tendency towards animal abuse and inter-person violence

Cons: Joker Mickey wasn't introduced until 1947 and didn't poison any children until the "banned" episode of House of Mouse

Abandoned by Disney

Pros: Hard to recognize status of pupils in photo-negative state

Cons: Disney didn't start making "evil suits" until 1971, when they started stockpiling them in the Utilidors "just in case"

[bloodmoonmuses]

the weatherman's weathered heart | mark lee

genre: weatherman! mark lee x reader, enemies to lovers, slowburn

[series masterlist] [next chapter]

chapter one: coffee hit and run

This is the third time you’ve told yourself you’d stop drinking coffee, yet here you are again- preparing to do the literal opposite. Autumn has wrapped her fingers around summer’s waist, nippy morning air whistling through the crack of your bedroom window. Your cat, Luna, is napping on an armchair, making you jealous of her furnace-like warmth. You shrug on a denim jacket, a sturdy one passed down from your dad, then make your way down the block. Marnie’s, the ever beloved independent coffee shop in your hometown, is a seven minute walk from your house. 

The conveniency of such is where you place blame for your lack of a backbone. It’s also on your way to work, Jagerman Printing Co., making the practice of scooping up your double americano (with a hefty splash of half and half) a staple in your morning routine. 

A bell rings upon your entry and you shuffle into the short line. There’s three people in front of you: At the front of the line stands the town’s school bus driver. He gets a London fog, requesting half the amount of lavender syrup. Next is an artist type, struggling to hold a thick stack of photos in his hands as he orders his iced macchiato. You’ve seen him in your shop before, attempting to flirt with your coworker, Hongjoong, so he could get a discount on his prints. Finally, just in front of you, is a man in a suit. His hair is aggressively and artificially blonde, navy blue ensemble making it practically glimmer. He’s quite spiffy. Maybe he works at the bank, you think to yourself. 

The alleged banker gets an iced americano. Triple. With an extra shot of espresso. The cashier, Marnie’s eldest daughter named Minnie, jokes that he must be really tired. The blonde man scoffs, but in agreement says, “You have no idea.” He tips generously, 4 dollars and some change, then side steps to wait for his drink. 

Now it’s time to receive your poison. When she recognizes your face, Minnie says, “Your usual?” 

To which you say, “Yes, please.” You tip as well, walking over to the side counter to wait. You pull out your phone, opening it to see that Hongjoong has texted you.

HJ (derogatory): This newspaper intern is clueless. Typo on the order for this week’s batch. Need more prints.

You: omw soon. Chat her up, can’t afford any negative reviews. 

HJ (derogatory): No promises.

You rock back and forth on your feet, thinking about how many more newspapers the girl could possibly need. The most compelling news story you had read in the last year was about the town’s duck pond. This wasn’t exactly the New York Times. The error probably meant you’d be going into work a bit earlier tomorrow. Regardless, you liked your mundane job. Going into printing technology wasn’t the most glamourous, but where else does an affinity to paper and a concerning level of attention to detail lead you? 

The menial admin work, e-mails and scheduling brought you comfort. You liked managing your little team. Some projects were more fun than others: birthday invitations, wedding save-the-dates, highschool yearbooks… Disdain only arose in you when people didn’t know how to do their job. Like this intern. 

For some reason, the interns at the newspaper office across town were in and out like goldfish at a pet store. It felt like every other month you were having to explain to some poor kid how to properly put in a printing request for the coming week. Maybe you should do admin work over there. They’d probably think you were a genius. Or a magician. 

You’re snapped out of your internal dialogue by the feeling of being shoulder checked. Hard. A few seconds pass, during which you register the sensation of liquid soaking through your shirt. The scent of espresso enters your nostrils and you scoff at the situation. Did someone just… spill their coffee on you? 

You whip your head around, words caught in your throat, in an attempt to see who just ruined your morning. In a blur, you recognize the offender to be the blonde man who was in front of you in line. He’s running out of the door, half empty cup sloshing around in his frantic hand, while screaming into his phone. 

“What?! I didn’t approve that poor excuse of a fucking article!” he says. “…Already in print? I said no, that journalist, she-” 

“Hey!” You yell after him, looking at your chest in shock. “I think you spilled something!” 

The bell above the door rings, signaling the alleged banker’s exit. The man doesn’t even look back, too engrossed in his argument to care.

When the adrenaline begins to fade out, you make eye contact with Minnie, who you assume saw the entire exchange from her spot behind the counter. She places your double americano on the counter, the side of the cup with your name sprawled on it facing outward. You walk up to the counter and take the warm drink. 

While handing you some napkins, Minnie says, “At least his was an iced drink.” You look down at your cream colored top and the dark splotch that now adorns it. Fuck.

—

When you arrive at the printing shop, Hongjoong is beet red. The guy holds so much anger in that little body of his. He can be surprisingly intimidating, when the situation permits such.

“You do realize there’s a big difference between one hundred and one thousand, right?” Hongjoong says, voice laced with annoyance. 

The mousy intern shakes. “Yeah, but– I just figured, y’know… since this is a weekly order, you might’ve realized it was a typo on your own.”

Honjoong chortles. “Oh, so it’s my fault? Newspapers are an antiquated form of media to begin with, and I’m not really sure why we continue to deal with this bullsh-”

You interject, shooting the intern an apologetic smile. “Take it easy, big man. You’re not scaring anyone in that vest,” you say. The intern stifles a scoff. “We’ll just print the rest tomorrow. No biggie.”

“Um, ‘yes biggie’. I don’t wanna work overtime. Gotta finalize the design for those marathon flyers too,” Hongjoong retorts.

He gives you the up-down, taking note of your frazzled demeanor and adds, “What’s with the stain on your shirt?”

“I’ll do it then,” you sigh. “I’ve got nothing better to do. And the stain? Don’t wanna talk about it.” 

Hongjoong humphs. 

Sliding behind the front counter, you place your satchel and americano down at your desk. Then, you head to the back, grabbing the boxes of newspapers you do have printed. They’re still warm from the press, the scent of the ink calming you down- if only slightly. 

“Here’s a hundred copies. I’ll have the others by nine tomorrow morning. Just… be more careful next time,” you tell the intern.

“Got someone to help you carry these?” asks Hongjoong. The intern shakes her head. “I’ll carry them out. Which one’s your car?” The girl points and he promptly gathers the boxes. 

“Hey, by the way,” you say to the girl, “do you know why they need an extra three hundred? The order is usually seven hundred copies a week.”

“Something about an interview with a weatherman. The moms here really like him-”

The door to the shop opens again and you think it’s Hongjoong, but when you turn, it’s the man from the coffee shop. He’s still on the phone. Great. The offender of your coffee hit-and-run is here to add insult to injury. What are the odds of that?

“Speak of the devil…” the intern says under her breath. 

“I’m not exactly sure how the article got approved for print in the first place,” the man whisper-shouts into his phone. “I was told it was going to focus on my passion for meteorology or my down to earth persona. Not digging into my personal life. Whatever the intent, I want it scrapped. Entirely.”

Hongjoong now re-enters the shop, glancing at the suit-clad man, recognition flickering on his face. “Wow, we’ve got a small-town celebrity here in Jagerman’s? To what do we owe the honor?”

Finally, after hanging up the phone, the previously alleged banker says, “I’m here about the newspaper.”

“Just packed up the first batch of copies,” says Hongjoong. “Since when did you work for the newspaper?”

“I don’t work for the newspaper, I’m Mark… Mark Lee?” He says. Then, he looks at you expectantly.

Hongjoong simply laughs. 

“Is that name supposed to mean something to me?” You ask, agitation rising in your chest.

“Channel 127 News? Beloved weatherman and meteorologist?” Mark continues. 

Hongjoong laughs again. “A real big shot,” he says.

You shake your head. “Not ringing a bell.” 

At this, the bank- weather…man scoffs incredulously. “Well if you crack open one of those newspapers, you’ll see my face all over it.”

“Ah. Popular with the moms. Well, as I told this young lady here,” you gesture to the intern, “we’ll have the rest of the copies tomorrow. There was a misunderstanding with the printing order.”

“That’s what I’m here about. I don’t want them printed.” Mark crosses his arms.

“Well, they already are,” you huff. You had cut the intern some slack, but this guy? He’s a grown man pouting over some paper. And he spilled coffee on you. Honestly, you were more upset about the latter- and the fact that Mark seemingly has no recollection of this. Are you that invisible? Forgettable? 

Nevertheless, the weatherman persists. “Then I don’t want them distributed,” he says.

You cross your arms, mirroring Mark. “You have no authority over that decision.”

Mark exhales dramatically, pinching his nose bridge in frustration. “Are you always this rude to your customers?”

“Do you always spill coffee on unassuming printing technicians?” At this, Mark pauses, finally placing your face. As recognition floods his features you add, “Four shots of watered down espresso on my new shirt. It’s a shame really.” Mark’s face flushes.

“What could possibly be in this article that would make you come all the way here? The news station is on the other side of town,” you inquire.

Mark stammers. “It’s nothing-”

“An affair? Tax fraud? Oh my god, I’m the first to hear about Weatherman-Gate,” says Hongjoong.

You chuckle. “‘Small-Town Weatherman Commits Tax Fraud”. What a headline. I’d actually read that.”

“I didn’t commit tax fraud. I just… didn’t approve of the article. So that’s illegal, right?”

The intern tuts. “You undergoing the interview was the approval. No take backs.”

“‘No take backs’? Are you a toddler?” asks Mark.

“I’m 21,” she responds, chipper as ever.

“So, you are a toddler,” you and Hongjoong say in unison. 

“Jinx!” exclaims Hongjoong. “Buy me a coke after my shift?” You wave off his question, returning to the issue at hand.

“I’m sorry, but this isn’t my problem,” you say.

“Look, I’m sorry I spilled coffee on you, I am, but this is my livelihood. I’d really appreciate it if-”

“You’re gonna have to go to the newspaper office,” you contend. “Like I said, this isn’t my problem.” 

Mark goes quiet. As you turn to walk back to your desk, he whispers out a plea. The quiver in his voice makes you stop in your tracks.

“Please.” You spin back around to see that his eyes are now glassy. For a moment, you think he’s about to cry. 

You look over to Hongjoong. He’s not having any of it. Knowing him, he probably thinks this Mark guy is full of shit. However, you (unfortunately) have empathy. Whatever’s in this article, he doesn’t want it to come out. You sigh. The admin at the newspaper isn't gonna like this one bit.

“We only have a portion of them printed,” you confess. “If you can get the editor to change the article by tonight-”

Mark erupts into a gleeful cheer, effectively cutting you off. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He engulfs you into an awkward embrace, jumping up and down like a little girl. 

Hongjoong snaps a picture. “A lot of Facebook moms are gonna be jealous of you,” he says.

While in Mark’s hold, you remember the stain on your shirt. “One more thing.”

Mark immediately concedes, finally freeing you from his death grip. “Yes. Anything. I’ll do anything,” he says.

“You owe me a new shirt.”

a/n: feedback is always appreciated! thx for reading! <3

[tiredflowercrown]

I hate that I'm digging and digging through tumblr to find someone talking about what is going on at the USA Nationl Archives to help raise awareness and I can't find anything

So for those who are unaware

It has recently come out that head archivist Colleen Shogan and her team have been removing topics and key items from exhibits set to show in 2025. This includes removing Japanese-American Internment camps from a WW2 exhibit, switching photos of Martin Luther King JR., Dolores Huerta, and Minnie Spotted-Wolf for photos of Richard Nixon and Ronald Reagan, and removing the patent for birth control from an exhibit about patents that changed the world.

They have said that images are too negative and controversial. A senior official went so far to tell employees that visitors shouldn't feel confronted. Colleen Shogan when reviewing an exhibit on westward expansion asked, why is it so much about Indians?

All of this is horrifying amounts of censorship from an institution and a profession that is supposed to be and is rooted in nonpartisanship. The point of an archive is to keep everything without bias. To tell the truth of history. This exposes just how much rewriting of history and censorship is happening currently in America because if the Archives, the supposed last resort against this, are hiding information, what does that say about our education. About our history. About the knowledge that is available to the public.

Here are some links to read further on this news including the original article breaking the news and the official response from the Archives

[cutedisneygirl]

Love Online Chapter 23

Warnings: A little language but mostly cute and fluff. Lots of pictues

The next  morning Chris wakes up and Merida is still sound asleep with her head on his chest and her arm around him. He smiles and gently kisses her head. He carefully gets up so he doesn't wake her and heads into the bathroom. He gets a shower and comes out with the towel wrapped around his waist. He looks over on the bed and Merida is still fast asleep. He smiles. He hates to wake her, but he knows she needs to get up and get ready. He walks over to the bed and gently rubs her shoulder.

"Babe, wake up."

"Hmm." She groans.

"Wake up babe. We will need to leave in an hour."

Merida rolls over and looks at Chris. She then notices the towel.

"Chris!" She says covering her eyes.

"What?"

"Put some clothes on."

"What? I have a towel around me."

"I know but...please."

"Last night you wanted..." Chris stops and doesn't finish.

"I know, but I don't know what I was thinking. We both agreed to wait and you coming out like that doesn't help."

"Sorry babe. I will go put clothes on, but you need to get up. We are meeting my family in an hour."

"Okay I will."

Chris heads to his suitcase and grabs his clothes then heads back to the bathroom. Merida gets up and walks to her suitecase and finds her some clothes. She is just about to knock on the bathroom door when Chris opens it.

"Well good morning, babe."

"Chris, you already woke me up."

"I know, but I didn't tell you good morning." He says leaning towards her and kissing her. "I love you."

"I love you too. Let me go get ready."

"Okay."

While Merida is taking a shower Chris picks up his phone and checks his messages and checks social media. He doesn't see any more negative comments. Chris likes Merida's post and comments

liked

I love you too babe. So glad you liked it. I can't wait to marry you. You're an amazing beautiful woman. I am glad your my fiancé, soon to be wife. 🥰

Chris was just finishing his comment when Merida walks out of the bathroom. He looks up at her and smiles.

"What are you doing?"

"Just checking my messages. You ready to go?"

"Almost. Give me two minutes."

When Merida has gotten her shoes on and grabs her Minnie bag they leave and head to the lobby where Chris's family and Merida's father are waiting. They ride the bus to Animal Kingdom. After eating breakfast, they head to the animal safari ride. Ethan and Miles are excited. They sit next to Chris. Stella is in Merida's lap.

"Uncle Chris look at that lion! He's so big." Miles says

"He is big."

"I like the elephants," Ethan says.

After the safari ride, they ride mount Everest. Miles, Ethan and Stella are too scared to ride it, so Lisa stays with them while the rest of them ride it. At one point Merida grabs Chris's hand. Chris looks down at her hand.          "Babe, where is your ring?"           "It's in hotel."           "Why aren't you wearing it?"            "I took it off to put lotion on my hands and I guess I forgot to put it back on."            "Where did you leave it?"             "In the bathroom on the counter."             "Babe! Seriously? That's not safe. What if...someone takes it?"             "Who would take it? No one will see it."              "Uh the cleaning people might see it and take it."             "Chris they wouldn't do that."             "You don't know that."              "No I don't.. but I doubt it."

"Babe it could happen. Better hope it's still there when we get back."               "It will be." They spend the day in animal kingdom. Merida takes lots of pictures and his family takes some of her and Chris together. Chris photo bombs a few of them. When they get back to the hotel room later that evening, they are both tired. Chris heads into the bathroom and sees Merida's ring on the counter in the back. He sighs and picks it up and walks out caring it. He holds it out for her.             "Here. Please don't take it off again." Merida takes the ring from him and puts it on her finger.             "Hey it's okay." Merida says holding his face in her hands. "I can't put lotion with my ring on."             "Okay but then don't forget to put it back on when you're done."            "Chris stop worrying. It's okay." She says kissing him.             "Okay I'm getting ready for bed. Be back in a few." Chris kisses her the heads to the bathroom. While Chris was in the bathroom Merida posted on Instagram.

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️Another great day! We went to animal kingdom. We loved the animal safari ride. I got a little scared on the mount Everest ride and held on to Chris's hand. I took lots of pictures. I can't believe tomorrow is our last day at Disney. It has been a wonderful few days.

Merida has just posted to Instagram when Chris walks out only wearing his pj pants. Merida looks up and smiles.

"What are you smiling at?"

"You."

Chris walks towards the bed and sits down next to her and leans forward and kisses her.

"I'm going to go change and get ready for bed. I'll be back."

Merida leaves her phone on the bed and heads to the bathroom after she grabs her pjs. Chris picks her phone and sees her post on Instagram. He smiles. He sets her phone on the bedside table and picks up his phone and pulls up Instagram and comments on her post

liked

I am glad you had such a good time. It was a fun day. I do hate tomorrow is our last full day too but we will come back at some point. I loved the Mount Everest ride too and I loved holding your hand ☺️ I love you so much babe. 😘

After Chris comments on Merida's post he sets his phone on the bedside table next to his side and climbs under the covers and waits for Merida. A few minutes later Merida walks out wearing her beauty and the beast pjs. She climbs under the covers next to Chris and snuggles up next to him.

"What time do we have to get up tomorrow?"

"Well we are meeting my family and your dad at 8. So, what time do you want to get up?"

"Maybe 6:30."

"Okay I can wake you up. I will already be up."

"Okay. So we are going to go MGM tomorrow right?"

"Yep. I love how you call it MGM. It's Hollywood Studios now."

"I love MGM and I know. But it use to be called that and I was used to it. I hate the Great Movie ride is gone though."

Chris smiles "Me too. Not many people still call it that. I loved that ride too."

"I haven't ridden the new ride they put there. What is it Mickey and Minnie Runaway railroad?"

"Something like that. I haven't ridden it either. They added it since I've been here last."

"Well we better get some sleep so we can get up in the morning."

"Yes your right. Goodnight babe. I love you."

"I love you too."

Chris leans down and kisses her. They both fall asleep. The next morning Chris wakes up and looks down. Merida is still curled up next to him with her head on his chest. He kisses her head and quietly gets up and gets his shower and gets ready for the day. He looks in the mirror and sees a small scratch on his check. "What the shit! Where did that come from?" He then leaves the bathroom and wakes up Merida. It takes her a few minutes to get up. She finally wakes up and looks at him.           "Morning beautiful."            "Hi."            "Time to get up." Merida sits up and looks at Chris. Then gets a weird look on her face.           "Babe what's wrong?"           "What is that scratch on your face?"            "I don't know I saw it when i got out of the shower. I didn't notice it before I got in."            "Oh no!"             "What? What's the matter babe?"             "I think my ring scratched you. I think I remember running my hand over your face last night. Oh Chris I'm sorry." She said rubbing her hand over his cheek where the scratch was.              "It's okay babe. You didn't mean to. It will heal. I'm not worried. Go get ready we don't have much time." Merida kisses him then goes and gets ready. Then they head out, and meet his family and her dad in the lobby of the hotel then they ride the bus to Hollywood Studios. Once they arrive they get breakfast then decide what they want to do first.

"So where to first?" Scott asks

"Babe, what would you like to do first?"

"Mickey!" Stella exclaims

Merida looks at Stella. "That's fine with me. We can start there."

They walk to the Mickey and Minnie's Run Away Railroad. Merida and Chris sit in one car with Stella between them. Stella is excited and exclaims and laughs the whole time. When they get off the ride Stella runs out of the ride excited.

"That was fun!"

"Why don't we ride the Tower and Terror next?" Chris asks

"Sounds good. I love that ride." Merida says.

"I don't want to ride that! It's too scary!" Stella says.

"It's not scary! It's cool!" Ethan says.

"It is a little scary," Miles says.

"If you don't want to ride it you can stay here with me." Lisa says.

"Why don't you and Merida just go ride it? You guys need some alone time." Scott says.

"You sure?" Chris asks.

"Yes, we can ride it later."

"Okay," Chris took Merida's hand. "Lets go."

Chris and Merida head to the Tower of Terror. The line isn't that long so it doesn't take them long to get to the ride.

"I'm a little shocked you like this ride." Chris says.

"Why?"

"Because of the drop. I didn't think you would like this ride."

"No I love it. It is a big drop and it does scary me a little, but I have you next to me." Merida smiles.

Chris smiles back. They climb onto the ride and when it gets to the top floor and it gets dark Merida squeezes Chris's hand. "Okay I'm not ready for this."

"It's okay babe. I got you." Chris says squeezing her hand a little.

Then the elevator drops, fast. Merida screams. When they stopped dropping and the light come back on and the voice says "Welcome back to the ones who made it."

"Wow I had forgotten how scary that was." Merida says as they are getting off the ride. They walk through the lobby of what looks like the hotel heading back outside. Then Chris stops.

"Chris, what's wrong? Why did you stop?"

Chris doesn't answer he just pulls Merida towards him and kisses her. "I love you babe."

"I love you too."

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For being here with me. For saying yes to marrying me."

"Aww Chris. I'm happy to be here with you. I can't wait to marry you."

Chris leans down a little and kisses Merida again. "Alright lets go. They are waiting on us."

They head back outside and finds his family and Shawn waiting for them.

"Did you guys have fun?"

"Yes. I forgot how scary that was. You were right Miles."

"I told you! I don't wike that ride."

Merida smiles. Next they go to the star wars ride. Everyone rides that. Stella is a little scared, but she stays close to Chris. They then go to the Muppet the 3d. They eat lunch at Sci-Fi Dine-In Theater Restaurant. Miles and Ethan begged to eat there so they all agreed. They sat in cars while they ate.

"This is so cool!" Ethan said.

They ride some more rides after lunch and walk around the park and watch the parade that night. After the parade is over they ride the bus back to the hotel. They get off the bus and head back into the hotel.

"Goodnight. Will we see you in the morning before you head back?" Lisa asks Chris

"I don't know. Depends on when we get up I do want to get on the road pretty early. It's a long drive back."

"Yes it is. Well if I don't see you. Drive safely and love you both." Lisa says hugging Chris and then Merida.

"Love you too mom. Thanks."

They head towards the elevator and ride it to their floor then to their room. After Chris unlocks the door Merida walks inside. "I'm tried. It was a fun day but a long day too."

"I'm glad you had fun." Chris says wrapping his arms around her.

"Thanks Chris for everything."

"Your welcome babe. I love you so much."

"I love you too."

"Why don't we get ready for bed and get in bed and watch a movie?"

"Sounds good."

"You go first."

"Okay." Merida gave Chris a quick kiss then heads to the bathroom after she grabs her clothes. Chris pulls out his phone from his back pocket. He looks at the pictures he had taken and the pictures Merida had taken from his phone. He gets on Instagram and posts.

It has been a wonderful few days, I hate it's over and we leave tomorrow, but I am glad I got to spend this time with my family and fiancé. ☺️My wonderful fiancé took this pic of Miles, Ethan, and me. They loved this ride. They love Star Wars.

Chris has just set his phone down and grabbed his clothes when Merida comes out of the bathroom.

"Your turn."

Chris walks up to her and kisses her.

"I won't be long."

He heads into the bathroom. Merida climbs into bed and grabs her phone from the bedside table and pulls up Instagram. She smiles when she sees Chris's post. She likes it and comments.

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️ I love this pic of you. I love the smile on your face. You three look so happy. It has been a wonderful few days. Thanks for the trip and allowing me to spend this time with your family. I love you! 🥰

Merida then pulls up her page and makes a post

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️ Here are some pictures from today. It was a fun day and so much excitement. I hate we are leaving tomorrow but I know someday we will come back. I look forward to coming back some day with Chris.

Authors note-this pic of them is the best I could do. I know I make it seem like Stella is younger in my story and Miles and Ethan are a little bit younger too. But you get the idea.☺️ Merida has just posted to Instagram when Chris walks out in his blue and black stripped pjs and no shirt. He climbs into bed next to Merida.

"What are you doing babe?"

"Posting some pictures to Instagram."

"Can I see?"

Merida shows him her post.

"Nice. I love how you create those pictures. How do you do that?"

"I use pic collage. It's an app."

"Oh cool."

Merida sets her phone down on the table beside her and then curls up next to Chris and lays her head on his chest.

"Babe."

"Hmm?" she asks looking up at him.

"I have been meaning to tell you.."

"Yes?"

He reaches for her hand. "Your ring...where is your ring?"

"Its on the bathroom counter."

"Why aren't you wearing it?"

"Because I scratched you last night and..."

"Babe, I told you it was okay. I know it was an accident."

"I know but I don't want to take the chance on it happening again. So I am just going to take it off at night."

"Okay," Chris frowns.

"So, what about the ring?"

"Oh, yes, I have been meaning to tell you. Your dad gave me that ring. It was your mothers anniversary ring."

Merida sits up a little and looks at Chris.

"What! Really?"

"Yes. When I went to see him to ask him permission to marry you, he gave that ring and told me it was your mothers. I was going to go that day and get your ring but when I saw the ring he had I knew it was perfect."

"Oh Chris! Thanks for telling me. That means so much."

"I knew you would like having her ring."

"Yes I do."

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Who could that be?" Merida asks.

"I don't know. I'll go check."

Chris gets up and grabs his grey shirt from his suitcase and opens the door.

"Shawn."

"Hey Chris. Hope I didn't wake you."

"No, we are still up, we were just getting ready to watch a movie."

"Okay good. I just wanted to say thank you for these past few days and say goodnight. I don't know if I will see you in the morning. Is Merida..."

Merida walks towards the door and stands next to Chris.

"I'm here daddy."

"Hey Princess. I've had fun. Be safe driving back tomorrow. Call me when you get home. I love you."

"I love you too daddy." Merida hugs him.

Shawn then sees her hand.

"Princess, where is your ring?"

"I put it on the bathroom counter. I am not wearing it at night."

"Why not?"

"Because...I...accidently scrated myself last night so I..."

"Oh, I hope your okay."

"Yes I'm okay."

"Did Chris tell you about the ring? That it was your mothers?"

"Yes he just told me. Thanks daddy."

"Your welcome Princess. Well I will go. Goodnight guys. Sleep well."

Shawn then heads down the hall towards his room. Chris closes the door and they head to back to bed. Chris pulls off his shirt and lays it on his suitcase. And lays down on the bed next to Merida.            "I hated lying to my dad but I couldn't tell him I scratched you last night. He would..."

            "I know babe it's okay. You didn't really lie you told half the truth. You did scratch someone but it wasn't you but me."

             "Yeah. I just hate lying to him. We have always been close and I've always been able to tell him everything but I just can't tell him that we are sleeping together he would not approve."

             "Even though we aren't doing anything?" Chris asks caressing her cheek.

             "Yes. He's old fashioned. He doesn't believe in living together before your married, sex before marriage or sleeping next to someone before your married. He would kill me! Not literally but he would be mad and I just can't..."

             "It's okay babe. I know. That's why you are the way you are and you won't live with me right?"

            "Part of it yeah. He's raised me to be that way. I'm sorry."

           "You don't have to apologize babe. I love you and respect that. I actually love that about you. Says a lot about who you are. Your not sleeping around your waiting for the right person."

Merida smiles "yes and I found him." She says looking at Chris. Chris smiles and leans down and kisses her. "I love you so much babe."

            "I love you too. I don't know if I could make it through a movie. I'm pretty tired." Merida says

"Okay babe. We can just go to bed then."

"What time is it?"

Chris taps his phone on the bedside table. "It's...wow later than I thought. It's 10:30. We do need to get some sleep."

They curl up together. Merida lays her head on Chris's chest. "Goodnight babe. I..."

Before Chris can finish there is a knock the door. "Now who's at the door?" Merida asks.

"I don't know. I'll go see."

Chris climbs out of bed, grabs his shirt once again and is pulls it over his head and opens the door.

"Scott!"

"Hey bro. Sorry hope I didn't wake you."

"No we were just heading to bed. What's up?"

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure. Come in."

Scott walks in and Chris closes the door.

"What's up?"

"Have you been on Instagram?"

"Yeah earlier why?"

"Umm there is a post..."

"Is it bad? More bad comments?"

"No not bad comments but...well...it's not..."

"What is it Scott? Just tell me."

Scott pulls out his phone and shows Chris a post.

"Oh shit!"

"Chris, what is it?" Merida asks walking towards him.

"There is a pic of me going into the girls restroom from yesterday."

"What!" Merida looks down at the phone.

"Oh no!"

"I thought you told me no one saw me!"

"I didn't see anyone. They must have been hiding."

"Fucking shit!"

"Chris language!"

"Sorry babe."

Merida looks at the comments. Fangirl#2 why would Chris be going in the girls bathroom? Wait did something happen to Merida? Is she okay?

Fangirl#5 I hope nothing happened to her. I'm sure there is a logically explanation for why he is going in the girls bathroom. Bless Scott for being the look out.

Fangirl#3 Chris going in the girls bathroom? @fangirl#2 hope everything is okay with Merida. Hope nothing bad happened to her. Bless him.

             "At least the comments aren't bad. They all seem shocked but supportive and asking what was going on?"

"Yeah. I will handle this. Thanks Scott." He says handing Scott's phone back to him.

"Your welcome. You two sleep well. And be safe driving back tomorrow."

"We will thanks Scott." Chris says.

Scott leaves.

"Chris I'm sorry."

"It's okay babe it's not your fault. I need to take care of this. Can you give me a few minutes?"

"Sure."

"I will be back to bed in a minute."

"Okay." Merida kisses Chris then heads back to the bed.

Chris calls his manger and tells him what happened and about the post that Scott had shown him. His manager tells him he will take care of it. Chris thanks him and then heads back to the bed. Merida is already asleep when he climbs under the covers. He kisses her head and wraps his arms around her and falls asleep.

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