#summer at disney sea

[bklily]

I'm sure we didn't forget anyone important, don't worry about it.

[mofufufu]

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[suticchi]

スティッチ　ビーチサンダル

[gryficowa]

Boycott!

I'm going home tomorrow evening

Yes, I mention this because I may be away for a long time

Now that I have your attention:

[ducktoonsfanart]

Melissa Duck and Daisy Duck as Mermaids - Disney and Looney Tunes - Duckverse - My Old Drawings

I know that Mermay is long gone, and I don't really like to upload my old drawings, but I haven't uploaded a drawing I did two years ago on Tumblr, so I'm uploading it here just in case and primarily because of my Melissa Duck drawing . Yes, a friend on Deviantart asked me to draw Melissa Duck as a mermaid so I drew her, in my own way in my own style, otherwise for those who don't know Melissa Duck is one of Daffy's girlfriends like Daisy is one of Donald's.

On December 1, 1945, in the classic short "Nasty Quacks", the prototype of the character who would later become Melissa Duck appears for the first time and she is Daffy's girlfriend. Her real character was created in the classic short "The Scarlet Pumpernickel", on the 4th of 1950. I drew her as a mermaid, with white feathers and white bras, but she's basically yellow. Unfortunately, she rarely appeared in Looney Tunes cartoons. I hope it will appear more often in the future.

The second drawing is the same old drawing of Daisy Duck as a mermaid from two years ago, and I posted it on the occasion of Daisy's birthday which is celebrated on June 7th. It didn't turn out very well, but I hope that there will be drawings of the two of them soon, as well as other characters like mermaids, because after all it is summer time and time for a good vacation and traveling over and under the sea. I hope you like these drawings and feel free to like and reblog this! And happy belated birthday Daisy Duck.

[betakidism]

MARYAM FAMILY FROM GAZA NEEDS YOUR WORDSPREADING AND DONATIONS

PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE. KEEP YOUR INTEGRITY. THE GENOCIDE IS STILL HAPPENING.

I do not know Maryam personally, or her family but she has reached out to me. On December 8th, 2024 their tent was bombed nearby. Her husband Bilal is injured, with horrific wounds, primarily the one of bomb shell fragments being lodged into his eye. Thus him losing it. Maryam is suffering the pain of scars and possible ailment

This story is no different from any other Gazan in this time. This time is still going on. They deserve to live in peace, and not fear of their next meal or sickness. Anyone from the Africa, Asia, South america, North America, please do what you can. There are so many cases painfully similar, because what Israel is doing is absolute torment and torture.

Please viewer, if you have five dollars, or more spare it to at least Maryam’s family.

[pirate-of-the-southern-isles]

Pirates' places - the Coconut Isles

Favourite holiday destination - when you are tired of plundering and looking for treasures, you go to the Great South Ocean and find yourself a nice spot on the beach. You can count on fresh fruits, coconuts, palm trees, ice-cream, more coconuts, sun, waves, nice wind, warm water, nice sand, lack of pirate hunters, did I mention coconuts?, peace and quiet.

Fun fact - the Coconut Isles and the Southern Isles are almost 100% on the opposite sides of the planet.

(reupload - did a better reaserch about ABS on woman, sorry Layla)

[anxiously-awaiting]

i think fgo should do a summer event that's primarily ON a cruise ship. i know that this current event has A cruise ship you're riding around on but i think they should do event that's like 90% on the ship itself. and the welfare summer nemo + one of the 5* swimsuit servants can be drake, or vice versa (though im kinda hesitant on nemo bc he's already got the santa alt but shhhh)

[pixie-skull]

When on youtube found this amazing MEP on self-interest (thank you @airasora​ ) and just made this edit, making also my 186th edit. MEP stragproductions starting at 0:23 so happy to see She-Hulk from 1996′s animated Incredible Hulk some love, as she the scene here (till 0:31 seconds mark), on fifth grade me, watching a rerun, just ooooooo. ;D I had to choose for haircut and glasses, Percy for a self-interest, as myself. Yes I have my nose pierced and sometimes wear plain clip on earrings, as shown fake gages. XD I did though forget a couple more cuties who I feel get enough attention so I listed below.

I included fictional crushes that more well known and I feel are more fleshed out characters. Yes, not many fictional men (such as Kale who yay @airasora​ uses in a ship of hers) I like, but I am queer. XD

[emmasaviorswan]

Little Mermaid 2023 has re-enforced my love for Disney so watching everything as closely related to it as possible 👀

Pirates of the Carribbean (especially as Rob Marshall directed number 4 *cough* with mermaids)

Moana, because why not desire the sea instead?

Little Mermaid 2 for the same reason

Finding Nemo and Finding Dory because Under Da Sea 🪸

[jolenes-book-journey]

Wildlife Conservation Projects

Wildlife conservation projects are a crucial part of volunteer work in Florida. As the state is home to diverse ecosystems and an abundance of wildlife, it is important to protect and preserve these natural resources. Volunteer opportunities in this field can range from working with marine life to land animals, and there are various organizations and projects that focus on specific species or…

[milliondollarbaby87]

Unfortunate: The Untold Story of Ursula the Sea Witch - Review

[thekeyholdersociety]

✨ Vintage Abalone Shell Chip Necklace w/ Iridescent Teardrop Ammonite Pendant ✨

🗝️ | keyholderdesigns

I picked up a string of these other-worldly ammonite pendants about a year ago and I’ve been hanging onto them waiting for the perfect piece(s) to showcase their siren-like sheen and I think this piece was an excellent debut 🐚

I got the base, abalone chips from a storage unit reseller at my last Flea Market event for the Spring-Summer vending season and I was SO excited when I spotted them!

Pro tip for anyone interested in jewelry design: don’t be afraid to use vintage materials and to take apart old jewelry that you may come across at the thrift store or other second hand locations to give the components an entirely new life 💕

I, personally, love to keep a lookout for vintage specimens of beads that I have a more nuanced ethical relationship with like coral, shells, and other natural materials that we now know to be harvested/produced using less-than-ideal sustainability methods.

What are your favorite materials/elements to flip and turn into new, up-cycles pieces? 🗝️✨

[sseulforgii]

stay beautiful

Yu Jimin x Reader

a/n: This was long overdue. I'm sorry to the anon I made to wait for so long. 😭 i feel like this still sucks but i have to get it out 🥲

This is also for you @1luvkarina 🥹 I hope to read more stories from you 😌

“If you and I are a story that never gets told, if what you are is a daydream I’ll never get to hold, at least you’ll know…”

Her laugh rang loud and melodious across the room. Even if you have just arrived, you already know where she is among the sea of people in this house. You were greeted by familiar faces and family members but you were distracted, already craning your neck as you made way to her. Your aunt caught you in a bear hug before you can even protest and she laughed seeing you very focused on getting across the hall to that person sitting crossed leg on the piano bench surrounded by children.

“You never changed. It’s still Jimin that distracts you from everything.” is what you hear next followed by a chuckle. You whipped your head so fast to the sound of that voice and found yourself face to face with Jimin’s older brother. You flush at his comment and was about to argue when you heard the start of a melody playing. You immediately turned your attention to the goddess playing cheerfully on the piano, singing Christmas songs with the kids as the elders hum and sway along. You were enchanted much and it brought you back to the very first time you met Yu Jimin.

It was summer back when you were nine and you just got home from camp. You were so excited to show your mom the cool crafts you have created when you heard someone playing the piano. Now you don’t really have siblings and your mom can’t play as well, so you were so intrigued and followed the sound. It led you to her.

There sitting in front of a piano was a girl, about your age, smiling and singing some disney song and your mom clapping along. You were enthralled by her voice and you stood there unmoving, your heart beating fast and your tummy doing somersaults as you watched her. And then the magic broke when someone spoke beside you, “at least wipe the drool off of your face.” You yelped, caught by surprise with this unfamiliar boy, the playing stopped and all eyes were on you then, making you flushed with embarrassment.

The little girl playing the piano hopped off the bench and smiled at you. “Hi, I’m Jimin! I just moved in next door.” You were still red as you shook her hand, your mom explaining how she and her brother just moved in with their grandparents a day ago. In all honesty, you weren’t even paying attention anymore. All your brain could process was Jimin’s hand in yours, her little laugh, and that melodious voice as she asked you to be her friend.

You were inseparable from then on. Although she was a year older than you, you always make it a point to spend every moment possible with her. It proved to be a challenge though, as she was in every school activity possible. She was a star in everyone’s eyes. Her brilliance transcends academics and music for her bubbly personality draws everyone in as well. But what you loved about all of this was that even though it seems that everyone’s world revolves around Jimin, hers always included you.

In whatever spotlight Jimin might find herself in she always looks back to you. As if she can’t do it without you smiling and nodding at her encouragingly. It made you feel somewhat special. It made your heart soar and admire her even more.

Now Jimin, however brilliant she is, doesn’t seem to know how many people swoon for her. That or she doesn’t care at all. You try to hold in a laugh every time she turns down a date without her even knowing or accidentally friendzoning people who look at her defeatedly. But because you were witnessing all of these, you never had the courage to even give her a hint of how you were feeling. Although it seems that it’s obvious for the people around you, you chose for Jimin to stay in her tiny oblivious bubble- in your head though, this bubble protects your friendship.

For all the pining and admiration you have for Jimin, you knew her focus was elsewhere. You can see how passionate she is for her music and it didn’t even surprise you that come senior year, she was accepted in NYU’s music program. You were happy for her and cheering her on. She was ecstatic and nervous at the same time, but with you filled her with encouragement the whole time.

The last time you saw her was when she was leaving for college. She hugged you really tight and made you promise to still keep in touch. You were happy for her but you also don’t want to miss this chance to tell her how you feel. So before you bid goodbye for the last time you handed her a letter and told her to only read it when she’s on the plane to New York. She laughed at that but promised she will. You stepped back so she can get inside her brother’s car and waved for the last time but as she was getting in, she stopped and ran over to you to kiss you on the cheek. Before you can even register what happened she already closed the car door and they drove away, leaving you slack-jawed and scarlet on the driveway with your hand hovering on your cheek.

“To my Jimin,” the letter read, “When you find everything you looked for, I hope your life will lead you back to my front door.”

And now after a year away from home, you see her just as how you first met her. She seemed to sense your presence then and looked up from the piano. She smiled that silly smile you love and beckoned you to her. You sit beside her on the piano bench and she nudged you with her shoulder as she still keeps on playing. “Took you long enough,” she huffs and kisses your cheek.

[hai7ani]

divorced parents au / with your faves

When your daughter turned two, you and your husband had brought her to Disneyland as her birthday gift. Growing up, Umi was always fond of the 12 Disney Princesses ー more specifically Princess Belle ー and she keeps a photograph of her and Belle at a meet and greet on her nightstand. Her father's half-expected her favourite to be Ariel, given that Ariel and Umi do go pretty well together. (Ariel and the sea.)

In Disneyland that summer your baby has had the time of her life, so she starts asking for it every birthday (which slowly turned into every milestone) and up until then you both have had no issues with bringing her there. He'd told you once that if going there makes her happy then he was willing to visit again, no matter the amount of times and the slight boringness he'd have to face when waiting in line to go on rides or booths.

Today she had learned how to properly draw a flying bird in art class after failing a few times and drew flying chickens instead. When you picked her up from school, the first thing she said after showing you her art proudly was, 'Let's go to Disneyland, Mama! Let's go with Daddy!'

You would bring her if you could. You know you would in a heartbeat.

But it has been two years since her last visit to Disneyland, and you and your husband aren't together anymore.

So when he comes over for dinner tonight ー just like he has been every Friday without miss ever since your divorce ー you show him Umi's drawing of the flying bird.

"Can I bring this back with me? I'd like to frame it up." He asks. In his head he plans to hang it on the wall of his living room, right on top of his television, next to your family portrait.

You eat a piece of the orange he'd peeled. "Of course."

/

At noon when your daughter asked, you told her no. So at night she is tugging on her father's shirt with a red face full of tears and she is begging for him to stay.

"Stay here, daddy. Don't go." She cries to him at the foyer. Only one side of his shoe is put on and he kicks it away quick when she attempts to climb into his arms.

"You'll see me again on Sunday, Mimi." He attempts to console her. "We're gonna go to the mall together 'n we'll find the toy you've been wanting."

Her father scoops her into his arms and sits on the floor. She kicks her feet in the air and wails.

"But I want to go to Disneyland with you and Mama." She sobs into his arms. He pecks her crown and shushes her a little.

When your chest gets too heavy you push yourself off the wall you've been leaning against and turn your back to them.

(You've been watching the duo since the moment her father was putting on his shoe, ready to leave, and your daughter came running after him in her pyjamas with wet tears already streaming down her cheeks.)

And Umi continues to cry while her father rocks her in his arms, trying his best to console her.

While walking away from the scene, you pick on the skin around your thumb. Your nose sours and you try pinching it in hopes of soothing it a little.

"Why d'ya wanna go to Disneyland?" You hear him ask before you disappear into the hallway. It's funny how he still asks even though you and him both know that going or not going to Disneyland was never the problem.

Umi sniffles. Her father hums for her to say it.

You hide behind the door of your bedroom.

"I want Mama, Daddy and Umi together again."

Just the three of us together in Umi's favourite place.

You cry.

/

"She's asleep now."

You pause from folding laundry at the couch and look up. He's got both hands in his pockets and a soft smile planted on his face.

He's also a mess, you notice ー his shirt a little stretched and out of place from how hard your daughter had been tugging on it earlier, the fabric wet from tear and snot stains, his hair a bit disheveled (you figure he was resting beside her when putting her to sleep), and he's moving to sit beside you on the couch now.

You smile back. "Thank you. I haven't been able to calm her down easily these days."

He picks up one of the garments from the pile and starts folding it beside you. "It's fine. You know I like doing it." I like being a dad, is what he wishes to say. But he knows you know it already and he holds his tongue.

Neither of you say a thing to each other after that and he continues helping you with the laundry. He folds your bra the way you prefer and your daughter's school uniform neatly so that it doesn't crease.

You steal a few glances at him without shame while stacking his sweatpants onto his pile of clothes.

"Your hair's getting long." You comment.

"Is it?" He raises his brows, genuinely wanting to know.

"Yeah." You reach a hand up to comb through his soft strands of hair. You push them back and try parting it on the middle.

"I've been busy." He's got a boxy, kind of nervous smile on his face when he explains. "Can't really see well through the mirror anyway." He rubs his nape.

You chuckle. "Want me to cut it for you?"

"Okay."

/

You still keep a room for your ex-husband even after the end of your marriage and he's given you the house.

You like telling yourselves it's solely for the sake of your daughter, for when she misses her father a little too much and refuses to let him leave.

But both of you know that's not really the case.

Somehow it didn't feel right when he was in the process of moving out to his new apartment somewhere in Meguro, and you slowly realise that you'd be having an empty room all to yourself.

(Back then you didn't think you could cope with living alone in the house you used to love each other in ー in the house you'd both created a life in.

You still don't now. Not really, anyway.)

So you transform the room that used to be his study into his own bedroom just right across the master (yours). He didn't reject the idea when you told him so.

And because of this, you leave your bedroom door open whenever he stays the night.

Tonight you do it again, and you watch him across the hall, in his room, drying off his freshly cut hair. Your head is resting on the edge of the bed with one hand tucked under your cheek and the other playing with a plush toy he'd gifted you many years ago.

When he turns to hang his towel on the wall he sees you like this. You don't shy away when he smirks.

"Goodnight." You mouth to him. You stay like that until he leaves his door open and finally gets in bed ー until he, too, shuffles around, and dangles his head off the edge of his own bed.

"Goodnight." He mouths it back to you.

You spend some time looking at each other like that ー really taking your realities in ー in rooms across each other with heads dangling off the edge of your beds, two hearts connected by the sea, and your daughter asleep in the room next to yours.

On most nights he comes over sometime during the night and helps you back on your pillow when you accidentally fall asleep like this, and every time, you'd unconsciously tug on his arm and beg him not to go.

He stays every single time.

Tonight, however, he pads over to your room while you're still awake with a pillow clutched in one hand.

"Hi." You scoot on the bed to make space for him as he throws his pillow next to yours and lays down beside you ー face to face, heart to heart. "Hey." He sighs upon getting comfortable on the bed he'd grown to find so much comfort in.

You bring the blanket up to cover his shoulders. He scoots closer to you, sneaks a hand under your shirt, and rubs a warm hand up and down your spine. (You always sleep better when he rubs your back like this.)

And while falling asleep you think to yourself that perhaps someday you'll get to try again as lovers.

You know for a fact that you'll always love him in your heart, and you'll never stop loving him even though it doesn't really make sense anymore ー just like how he'd sworn to never love again after your divorce.

Perhaps someday the both of you would be ready to move on ー still loving each other, but ready to move on from your past, from your love.

And perhaps someday the two of you wouldn't have to argue about money or time anymore. Perhaps someday he'll find a suitable work-life balance, and you're able to trust him enough to keep himself safe at work.

But for now, he's content with rubbing your back as you fall asleep next to him in the bed you'd once shared. You're content with the flowers he still buys you from time to time and cutting his hair whenever it grows out.

For now, you know that you're not ready to move on just yet. Both of you are not, and both of you have something else in mind...

You want to try again.

And you know that trying again will not be easy, but you both also know that you're willing to start all over again with everything you have if given the chance, the opportunity.

Maybe someday.

Maybe you'll give it more time.

(You feel a nudge on your elbow.)

Or...

"Wanna go to Disneyland tomorrow?"

(You smile.)

"Yes."

...Maybe tomorrow?

(He reddens all over.)

"Okay."

You'll see.

(just some characters i have in mind) TOKYO REVENGERS RAN, RINDOU, KAKUCHO, DRAKEN, NAOTO JUJUTSU KAISEN GOJO, NANAMI BLUE LOCK SAE, RIN HAIKYUU KITA, OSAMU & your faves

(i have never been to disneyland before. 😹)

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