#wdw is back

[bisexualmcqueen]

cars wdw ride announced at d23 today

rally racing :3

[chunkecheeks]

i'm literally so mad that citizens of hollywood was not running the entire time i was there. like baby that's what i WANTED i literally spent hours just sitting on sunset blvd bc the atmosphere is everything and you're fucking telling me there were FULL CHARACTERS?!?! WHO ADDED TO THE ATMOSPHERE?!?! AND THEY'RE NOT RUNNING RIGHT NOW?!?!

[thatdamnokie]

main street, u.s.a.

[lumaspin]

i don’t think tumblr is ready for this take but yall remember how the twilight renaissance shed a lot of light on how things commonly classed as “women’s interests” were regularly shit on and socially acceptable to put down bc misogyny and whatever else. that but with disney world & the disney adult phenomenon

[douwatahima]

turns out the entertainment panel at D23 was so bad because they were saving all the good shit for the experiences panel

[rescuethewretched]

got to chill planet side on batuu yesterday ✌️😙

[disneyfoodislove]

Rigatoni - braised chicken sugo, broccolini, pancetta, wild mushrooms, black truffle. Topolino's Terrace – Flavors of the Riviera

Disney's Riviera Resort.

[randomsliceofdisney]

Pecos Bill Tall Tale Inn & Cafe

[waspinators]

were scheduling a trip to universal this september for halloween horror nights and ive always wanted to go and im so so hyped

[dollzamatic]

AND LIKE CLOCKWORK THEY RELEASED THE DOLLS ON SHOPDISNEY SO THAT’S A 10 DOLLAR DOLL FOR MEEEEE BABYYYYY

[cerullos]

disney parks fans are such bootlickers guys, i’m exhausted

[swztch]

i have a brutal advertisement queue spam for the next 3 days for my christmas vgen listings gl everypony

[wetdickwill]

i do have a type and its prolific fictional serial killers

theres only like 3 of them but thats still a concerning pattern of behavior worth investigating by science. also i want attention.

[cxnscience]

He winces. Not the full name. "It's nothing that serious," he reassures her, "nobody's gonna be turned into scrap metal. Heaven forbid. 'Cept maybe if you if you won't slow down already." Interesting as it would be to witness a train catch fire ( it's the physics of it all, what a lesson in friction! ) he'd rather it not be one of the living engines, and most definitely not while he's on board.

"It's Maleficent's dumb bird again," he finally relents, reluctant though he may be. "The villains are gettin their own section of the Kingdom here soon enough, he don't got no reason to be encroaching on my space!" Of course everyone knows - or at least Jiminy strongly feels - that central Fantasyland belongs to the classic heroes. The princesses and the fairies and, yes, obviously Jiminy. If he hadn't picked a fight with that raven somebody else would've. "And now the thing won't get off my tail!"

"Jiminy Cricket." The 2-6-0 steam engine warned slightly, looking at the cricket with half lidded eyes. She was patient compared to the others, especially Walter- ho boy did that engine didn't know how to wait or what? But even the dame couldn't help but press, what trouble did Jiminy wind himself back up in again? And she was going to be damned if it was with one of the villains- her boiler already ached with tension at the mere thought of any of the old fiends willing to twist her gears if it meant getting the bug.

"Please, for my sake- just tell me already. I'd rather learn that I'm about to be made into scrap metal at this rate than not knowing at all." A soft whine draws from her lips as her wheels gradually sparked more. Her teeth bit down on her lips as she hissed- wheels letting out a harsh screech as she slowed for the curve as the leaves wizzed past the pair. It sounded like it hurt, and it did- but the Steamie pushed onward.

"At least do it before my wheels start to heat up.."

[danielseaveyupdates]

[woewriting]

bloodlines

pairing: wednesday addams | vampire reader word count: 1595 warnings: mdni, +18 only! blood mention/drinking, reader's a vampire duh, no pronouns used, thigh riding, small master x pet dynamics at the end. a/n: first wdw in weeks... just a small thing for my vampire fellas.

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Your leg bounced up and down, the almost inaudible sound of the heel of your shoes hitting the wooden floor annoying the girl sitting next to you on the bed, the movements of your legs and the way you chewed on your bottom lip enough to get her annoyed.

Closing the book, Wednesday turned to you, eyes alternating between the irritating move and your features.

“Can you stop with that infuriating sound? It’s distracting me.”

“Uh?” You look at Wednesday, eyes darting from yours to your bouncing leg in a silent answer. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t even notice it.”

“Now that you do, stop it.”

“I can’t control it.”

Wednesday took a deep breath, bringing her hand to rest on top of your knee, forcing you to stop. Somehow, your leg was still shaking under her touch and now, a heatwave spread inside your body at the sudden touch, a bright red color threatening to take over your vision, a sharp pain in your gums.

You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths and trying to take control over your instincts. But Addams being so close to you with her almost unnoticeable perfume and hand on your thigh, it was hard and any small thing coming from her was enough to get you to lose control.

“You’re starving, aren’t you?” All you could do was nod, not wanting her to see the sharp fangs that sunk on the inside of your mouth. Removing her hand from your leg, you felt a weight being placed on top of your body instead. “Open your eyes, let me take a look at them.”

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head.

“I wasn’t asking. Open them now and look at me.”

Despise the calming way she spoke, her words and demanding tone were enough to get you to do as you were told, unable to resist the smell she had; It was like a spell placed on you.

Wednesday brought her hands to your face, opening your lips to see the sharp fangs you were hiding, pressing the tip of a finger under one, a single drop of raven blood poking out of the small wound was enough to cover your lower lip with her movement.

“Wends…” You warned with a hoarse voice, controlling the impulse to lick the sweet blood off of your lip.

The dark, silky sheets under your hands ripping off around your nails, stopping you from digging the skin of her waist. Knowing Wednesday, she would definitely make you pay for a new set.

Ignoring the warning timbre in your voice, Wednesday opened her white blouse, dragging the fabric away from her shoulder area along with the strip of her bra.

“Take it.”

“No.”

“If you want to keep that snarky tongue of yours, I suggest you to stop fighting and just do as I am telling you to.”

The second you focused on the cold, pale skin, of her neck, everything around you turned red, melting as you caught the sound of her blood flowing through her body, the steady pace of her heartbeat, muffling every small sound that surrounded the both of you.

All you could hear, see and smell, came from the small girl sitting on your lap. And that was all that matters.

The red, warm, sweet blood that kept her alive. The blood of a Raven, Wednesday being the last one of her bloodline known to you.

Noticing the lack of motion coming from your frozen body, the Addams girl gently tugged you by the back of your head, bringing you closer to her.

“Take it.” She whispered; fingers lost in your hair. “It’s all yours.”

“All mine…” You replied, lost in your red reality, barely processing what left her lips, all you could hear, loud and clear, was the pumping of her jugular, the sweet blood rushing through her veins.

Leaning in, your nose brushed on the cold skin, taking a deep breath. The ghostly touch causing the other to close her eyes. You opened your mouth, enough for the tip of your tongue to touch her, a surprised sigh coming from Wednesday.

“I profoundly hate when you do that.”

“Are you sure? Because I can hear every beat of your heart.” You placed a kissed near her collarbones. “And the way your thighs are pressing against mine.” Another kiss, a little bit higher.

“Stop talking. It’s an order.”

You laughed against her, hands slowly moving from the silky sheets to her thighs. “You’re in no place to boss me around, Addams.”

“I thought you enjoyed being my little pet.”

“I enjoy more when you’re my prey.”

Looking into your eyes, Wednesday could barely see the color of it, dark red mixed with golden strings covering most of your iris, pupils dilated in a black color. The veins under your eyes, disappearing and appearing as if it was following the beat of a music, little did she know it was synchronized with her own heartbeat.

It always felt like that, to be under her spell, if felt paralyzing, something in the way Wednesday smelled and tasted like, so sweet it was like drinking honey.

For her, having your teeth sinking in her neck, poison spreading through your saliva turning the pain into pleasure in just a few seconds. She would never admit, but being your personal blood bag made the pain settle in between her thighs.

She needed you as much as you needed her.

Why else would she sit on your lap and keep you around? Allowing you to follow every single step of hers like a lost puppy, holding you on a tight leash, stopping you from biting others like a misbehaved puppy.

Gulping, she licked her lips, your eyes following every single movement of her body. She felt like an addicted waiting for the next jet of poison, it’s been days since the last time you fed on her.

“Did you drink from somebody else?” You shook your head. You tried to, actually, blood bags, human blood straight from the vein, animal blood that you captured with Eugene’s help; they all tasted like garbage. “Then why are you refusing to do as I tell you to?”

“Because I don’t want to hurt you.”

A small grin tugged on her lips. “I want you to hurt me.”

A gush of adrenaline ran in the veins under your eyes the second you heard her whisper, eyes filled with a specific glow that you almost never see in Wednesday: excitement.

The moment your fangs dug in the cold skin, a low moan escaped between Wednesday’s parted lips, the fingers in your hair pulling you impossible closer. The hot, thick red liquid filled your mouth, the iron taste almost unnoticeable, being replaced by a sweet taste that only she had.

Throwing her head back in an attempt to give you more access to her neck, she didn’t even notice that small rhythm her hips were following against your legs, rubbing herself on you. Her scent, stronger than ever, filling every centimeter of your lungs like smoke.

Moving your hands to her hips, you bruised the covered skin as you helped her steady movements. Opening her lips to take a deep breath soon became a breathless moan, your name escaping her parted lips as you drank more and more from her, the poison spreading through her veins as you lick the open wound, capturing what escaped from your hungry mouth before biting her again.

Wednesday was weak in your arms, the hot feeling in the pit of her stomach getting hotter and hotter as she rounded her hips on your leg, a wet stain on the fabric of your jeans as she came, eyes rolling to the back of her head and body falling back, being held by your hands.

Switching positions, you laid the small girl on her bed, dark silky sheets embracing her body as you laid on top of her to lick around her neck, not wasting a single drop of the precious blood that you couldn’t go without.

Kissing your way up to her face, Addams still had her eyes closed, a fainted reddish color spread on her cheeks as she came down from her high. When she opened her eyes, she was met with your golden ones, shining like a star in the night sky. She caressed your face, thumb swiping your lips to collect the thick liquid that covered them before gently sucking on them, maintaining the eye contact; a satisfied hum in her throat.

“Kiss me. I want to taste my blood on your tongue.”

As she commanded, you connected your lips together in a kiss that was soft at first, turning to bruising and desperate as her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you in, lips wrapping around your tongue to get more of it before she breaks the kiss, hands moving to your shoulders.

“What are you doing?” You asked, confused, as she tried to push you down, but you, being stronger than her, didn’t move an inch.

“I need your tongue somewhere else, and I need it now, so be a good pet and collaborate with me.”

Wednesday was nearly screaming inside, her weak body in desperate need of you, one of the collateral damages from your poison. And the way you smelled, the way your hands touch her body, it was a lot more than just the venom that rushed in her veins, there was something else in the brownish glow that stared at you. You smiled.

“As you wish, master.”