#the grand californian

[laurenovercalifornia]

Cute photos of me and my mom on our trip part 2.

[cassandrabakes]

I loooooove

[vepxv1]

[hauntedhearse]

Halloween displays at the Grand Californian Disney IG: kadieinwonderland ∞

[stickers-on-a-laptop]

actually watching a show set in california for once and judging the amount of likes in it (there's not enough)

[magicaltrash]

Did you lose a sandal? Maybe a shirt? Try looking on top of this can over at the Grand Californian. // Disneyland Resort, Disney's Grand Californian Hotel & Spa, 2023 [Source: Jeremiah Good. Used by Permission.]

[snckt]

tonight’s sunset ✨🍊

[datdisney]

The magic of Disney Christmas pastries! For those of you who know the ginger bread is out of this world!

[secretsofdisneyland]

Disneyland Secret #459

There are 25 hidden Mickeys on the Gingerbread house in the Grand Californian Hotel.

Photo: internet search

[thisish20]

Happiest Thanksgiving break on earth.

[biggoldbelt]

TIANA'S BAYOU ADVENTURE COMING TO DISNEYLAND THIS HOLIDAY SEASON !!

Disneyland is gearing up for the holiday season! If you’re a die-hard Disney fan like me, we have some exciting updates for you. Tiana’s Bayou Adventure is coming to Disneyland  On November 15th, 2024 head on down the Bayou for the opening of Tiana’s Bayou Adventure, and just in time for the Disney Holiday celebrations. The opening date of this attraction was announced at D23 by Chairman Josh…

[thesingletraveller]

There's No Spell To Break at Napa Rose

The Solo Scale: As with any restaurant that has prix fixe, the dining experience takes a little longer than usual, but your waiter will be an excellent conversation partner throughout the meal and there will be plenty to enjoy! I enjoyed this restaurant with a friend, but would have happily dined alone with no issue. If you’re going to Disneyland, there’s not going to be a lack of dining…

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Who made the biggest sword ever?

"Biggest" can mean a few things:

The heaviest sword of all time is the 468lb "Le Glaive Chungeuse" of King Louis LXIX, so heavy nobody could wield it.

The longest sword ever made was the Gobai-nodachi, or "quintuple length longsword" forged by Masayoshi Johnson for a ceremony said to have resulted in the deaths of everyone present.

The thickest sword, three feet thick but only six inches long, was the Hungarian Chodesaber, which was used mostly for flattening dough.

The widest sword is currently the Grand Coronation Stub of King Charles, ruler of England as of March 2024. Shaped like a shallow isosceles triangle, its tip is almost 165 degrees.

The most expensive sword ever forged was the Diamond Sprinklesword of Muffy von Fitzwiggle-Plumnugget, which a rich Californian gave to his chihuahua for its third birthday. It could have paid to feed 30 billion people for five lifetimes.

The "biggest" sword in terms of fame and notoriety is the Sword of Damocles, which metaphorically hangs over the head of those with power as a reminder to be responsible lest they grow greedy or despotic. It has not been seen since around November of 2016.

Though not "big" per se, the sharpest sword of all time is currently being constructed at the Large Hadron Collider at CERN, and will be exactly one hydrogen ion thick at its point. It will be used exclusively to get the gunk out from the fingernails of the intern who is forging it. And God knows Harold needs it, just look at them on his facebook they're fucking disgusting.

[lathrine]

spouse bonding time? you mean time to sit down and plan a disneyland vacation just financially viable enough to be tantalizing but still outside of what we can realistically afford

[obriengf]

i desperately need a 15 year old STILES after sneaking his dad's whisky one night, you by his side, sitting on the flat-enough roof of his garage as you both stared up at the night sky. he'd be naming facts about the stars and constellations, but you're paying the most attention to the celestial pattern of moles that cupped his left ear. how they danced when he spoke. his voice was so soothing, so melodic, that it filled you with such a dizzying warmth that you nearly missed what he said.

"where do you think we'll be in ten years?"

he spoke quietly - as if he were scared that anything louder would burst the bubble that you both have settled within. but it still caught your attention and your tipsied mind focused on the way his breathing was slow as his chest rose and fell.

a hum sounded in your throat, "i've never thought about it."

a slight breeze would push between you both - the californian air picking up as the early hours drew near, a cooling contrast to the usual heat offered by the sun. it prompted stiles to shuffle closer toward you.

"do you think you'll be married? have a family, livin' in one of those big houses with the white picket fence?"

he was rambling now. the inebriation taking his mind hostage, forcing scenarios and pictures to flash in front of his hazy brown eyes. these thoughts were usually reserved for that place between sleep and awake; when life slowed down, when troubles and pleasures lost their term and melded into fantasies that lulled one into a deep slumber.

stiles turned when the answer was lost on your tongue. his eyes were lidded, but focused, tracing lazily over your features before stopping on the parting of your lips. a softened sigh fell from them and he was mesmerised.

"twenty-five is still young, i could be travelling the world."

stiles chuckled. he adored the way you thought. it was a mere moment, a small second among the vastness of the world that fell perfectly silent on this starry night, before he shifted onto his side. his arm propped up the sobering weight of his head but he was comfortable, his body settling as soon as he laid eyes on a view that beat out every single twinkling star.

he was staring at you but neither cared.

"what about thirty, then?"

his voice was hopeful and you couldn't grasp why, instead believing that the way stiles was towering over you provided the perfect warmth and shield from the breeze.

"thirty, maybe. if anyone would wanna marry me."

your fingers twitched, reaching for a bottle that was running on empty. liquid sloshed as you managed to pick it up, prior thoughts about noah's anger if he found out only dissipating more. you took a swig, passing it to stiles for the final take.

"there'd be a ton of guys who'd wanna marry you. fuckn' crazy if they don't."

a small trickle of brown trailed down his chin as you laughed at his sentiment. it promoted you to wipe it away before it curled toward his throat. your touch was gone but stiles could still feel it against his skin. the electricity. he yearned for it.

the boy sighed as you caught a whiff of the alcohol on his breath.

"how about..." he started, hesitant, but the courage bloomed when you lifted his chin so you could see into his eyes, "when we're thirty, if we're still single, we marry each other?"

it was a grand gesture. devised to take you aback. it was a promise, odd, but in this moment it was perfectly content.

"you'd wanna marry me then?"

stiles smiled, head nodding with eagerness, "absolutely. "

it was solidified. an oath kept by the stars. a pact for the ages.

"then it's a deal, stilinski."