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[kaeyacide]

How much of Diluc's information network do you reckon is Kaeya spilling the tea? Diluc has many connections, and his sources are 90% Kaeya's drunken gossip sessions and Diluc will never admit he loves the tea but he does, he loves to hear it, he's a gossip girlie at heart.

[mikashisus]

GET HIM BACK : 02. chat save me

cws: sexual innuendo, self deprecation, kys jokes, mentions of su!cide

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notes: so um. i actually did have that happen to me. my uni canceled my financial aid and i had like 2 breakdowns within the timespan of 5 hrs bc my mom called me and yelled at me and then my dad made it worse by calling me a few hrs later and yapping into my ear. anyw i'm still in the process of figuring shit out and i sent in my appeal, so fingers crossed!

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[doodlele]

Forgot to share my fic here too :3 take some fun Emily practice and a link to the fun little fic these losers are from

Me and my friend have been cooking wildly toxic Jeckily content set after Nicole’s Su*cide

This will be an AU I will no doubt Yap about

[velocesainz]

Why are you here?

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Summary: You are an engineer at McLaren and work with oscar, however, the relationship between the two of you is complicated

Warnings: Angstyyyy, mentions of su!cide, happy ending

Pairing: Oscar x engineer!fem!reader

Your POV:

I walked into the McLaren garage and threw on my overalls. This was going to be a long day of repairs.

Why?

Because of Oscar Piastri of course.

He decided to ram the MCL60 into the barrier during fp1 causing the car to sustain some serious damage which had to be fixed before quali the next day.

As I was working alone, I heard someone walk into the garage.

"Finally somebody decided to help me fix this assholes ca-" I instantly shut my mouth when I saw Oscar.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

He's never in the garage unless he's getting ready to get into the car.

"I came in here thinking someone useful was working on my car and to check with them if the damage was bad. But I guess no one is here" he replied curtly with a smirk on his face.

Ugh I hate him so much I tell you.

I couldn't hold the rage in.

"You know what just get out. I spend all my days slaving away to fix your stupid car that you keep crashing and I don't even get a thank you in return. I have to do this all alone because the other mechanics refuse to take orders from a "girl". So sincerely, if you have nothing good to say get the fuck out." I snapped.

Oscar looked at me for a second and then replied "Thank god I'm not in the garage as an engineer or something or else I would have to hear your annoying voice yap all day long and look at your ugly face while you complain" and walked away, thank god.

Thank god this was my last season with McLaren. I haven't yet signed the renewal contact but I doubt I want to stay in formula 1 after this experience.

Heck I didn't even want to live on this planet after what he just said.

Was I really that annoying and ugly?

Oscar POV:

I walked out of the garage and as I walked to my driver's room I tried taking in all the y/n said.

All she did was her job and me being a coward who can't express his feelings just ends up insulting or arguing with her.

I felt horrible. What I said was vile, disgusting and mean. I was going to apologise the next day for sure.

The next day:

I walked around the garage talking to my race engineer and getting ready for the race.

I didn't see y/n anywhere which is odd, she's always there for all races no matter what happens.

I ignored it and went on with the race.

2 hours later:

I can't believe it! I got P2!!

I better thank y/n, she fixed my car all by herself after all.

After the podium celebrations came time for the team party. I dressed up in a nice tailored suit and fixed my hair. I was going to confess to y/n today.

I made my way to the party and searched everywhere for y/n but she was still nowhere to be found.

I suddenly received a text from her

Thank you Oscar for all you've done to help me become a better person. I appreciated the insults to some point but yesterday really got to me. I know you hate me but I'd like you to know that I love you. It's alright though, you won't have to see this ugly face in the paddock or anywhere else really. I hope you live a great life, I sure didn't.

What did I just read? Was that...no. It can't be...

Was that a su!cide note?

I have to get to her immediately.

I got in my car and tracked her location on my phone, driving to her as fast as possible. I hope I can save her, she's my everything.

Your POV:

Everything was ready. The notes were sent. The bathtub was full.

It was perfect. I can finally end my misery and suffering.

I got into the tub, fully clothed, and completely submerged myself in it. I tuned out all the noise around me waiting for death to come take me.

That's when I was suddenly pulled out of the water.

Why wouldn't this person let me die? Why is this person here?

I opened my eyes. It was Oscar.

"Why are you here?" I asked

"Because I love you y/n. I can't live without you. I was stupid for not confessing earlier but please don't leave me" he was silently crying giving his confession.

"I love you too Oscar" I replied

"God I love you more. Don't ever leave me please" he said as he kissed me.

He helped me get out of my wet clothes and he held me close for the rest of the night.

I finally had someone who cared for me and all my worries disappeared.

[yunjardi]

where the hell is jardi???

tw: self h*rm, su*cide, a bit of graphic description/imagery, things of that nature. by all means, you don't have to read this; i just wanted to be open about why i've been away from writing for nearly a year now

get ready because it's an absolute yap fest

hello, my lovelies

i feel kinda scared to post something like this because i never want to worry anyone or bring the mood down, but i feel like i need to open up in order to fully be able to come back to writing.

this is stuff that i've been struggling with since i was quite young (probably about 10), so i tend to downplay it because i always tell myself that i need to "get over it" or "just be strong" or that i'm pinning these emotions onto myself.

but this past year and a half, it's been a steady decline.

i swore to myself that i would reach out for help if i needed it, but i just couldn't find it in me to do it. i felt weak, pathetic, and scared. i didn't want anyone to see me the way that i see myself. i continued to act normal in order to mask all the negative emotions that i was experiencing, but that only made things more difficult.

it was at that point that i started to hurt myself again after so long.

"what's one cut gonna do?" is what i remember asking myself when i let the blade sink into me.

i felt disappointed at myself for a split second before i felt the "bliss" of emotions being let out as i let myself bleed. i began to remember why i used to do it but simultaneously began to wonder why i stopped in the first place when it felt so relieving.

after that, hurting myself became a regular thought in my head, something that i craved almost. i could feel myself slipping away with every cut i made on my body, but i kept fooling myself into thinking that it would make me feel better. at the back of my mind, i knew it was a temporary solution, but i just couldn't stop.

i felt like i let the few people in my life who care about me down even though they had no idea for the longest time that i had let myself slip back into that horrible habit of that i was struggling in the first place.

i couldn't get my thoughts to stop. i felt like i was being eaten alive by my own brain. i wanted so badly to feel okay again- i didn't even need to feel 'good,' i just wanted to feel okay even if it was just for a short moment.

but i truly saw no end to the war zone that my mind became, and i thought that the only way i could control it is to seize it from being able to happen again.

i remember so vividly how my body felt once i downed an unknown amount of pills: like i was about to reach freedom. i felt a numbness inside me that's indescribable.

i ended up passing out and waking up in a puddle of sweat, still in my bed where i had taken the pills in the first place.

i remember sobbing into my pillow about the fact that i had failed at taking my own life for the fourth time.

feelings of worthlessness turned into anger, and anger turned to numbness. i felt like a shell of myself again, and it was killing me. at that point, i didn't want to feel anything anymore.

just days after the most recent attempt, i tried again.

i couldn't even feel myself swallowing the pills at this point; i had gotten used to the feeling. i passed out again, but when i woke up i was sweating, lightheaded, vomiting, i couldn't stand on my own, i could barely move at all. i was in this condition for days after my attempt, and it only made me feel worse.

i knew that i deserved every bit of pain that i went through because i did it to myself and i'm the only one to blame, but i desperately wanted a way out.

i unfortunately turned back to hurting myself again because i thought that was the only way.

one cut turned into multiple, and i felt pathetic all over again.

i was ashamed of what i let myself become, and i was even more ashamed of the fact that i couldn't even bring myself to ask for help when i so desperately needed it.

i feel relieved having written this, and i can say that i'm beginning to feel a bit better.

yes, i unfortunately still find myself experiencing urges to hurt myself, but i'm getting better at coping and distracting myself. if on the off chance i end up giving in to my urges, i learned to forgive myself, reminding myself that setbacks happen and it isn't the end of the world. i'm navigating through this slowly but surely, and that's all that matters.

if any one of you are experiencing anything like this, please don't be afraid to message me or ask for help. please don't feel like you need to go through this alone.

and for the people who actually read all of this, thank you from the absolute bottom of my heart for taking time out of your day to listen. i love you and i mean that wholeheartedly.

and those of you who've been here since the beginning, i love you too. thank you for sticking with me through everything despite the fact that i haven't posted in ages. it makes me smile knowing that you all are still here.

just in case no one has told you today: you're doing great, and i'm proud of you. <3

love u,

-jardi

[shydepressedmess]

Ppl who support Trump dgaf abt anything other than money. They couldn’t care less about the people who are directly affected by trump’s personal allegiances against women, minorities, and queer ppl. He intends to enact policies that will harm all of those groups of people and all Trump supporters have to defend their choice is “he’ll fix the economy” even though data has shown he will make it impossibly worse. They only like him because he took credit for obama’s economy. If trump supporters weren’t bad people they wouldn’t choose to support someone who had 34 convicted felonies, and hates almost all of the people who support him. You cannot align yourself with a bad person and say you’re not a bad person because you’re not directly inflicting the harm. That’s like saying that giving a gun to a known serial killer doesn’t make you a bad person because you didn’t kill anyone. You supported his ideologies. You are, quite literally, by association a bad person. Same goes for trump’s mindless drones who will firsthand see he is just as horrible as the “woke mob” has been this entire time when they start losing their social security money, are unable to retire due to the horrible economy, and are forced to sit by and witness the de*ths and su*cides and torture of the minorities around them. America has thrived on the backs of immigrants whether they’re illegal or not. We will fall without them. Same goes for all the women who will d*e when they are unable to get lifesaving health care because trump believes the state should have the right to strip people of their rights. And that’s not even mentioning all of the queer people who will have zero access to healthcare or support or safety. Don’t you dare start yapping about how “not all trump supporters are bad people”. You voted for the rap*st, and now all the other abusers feel free to come out of the closet with their rap*st rhetoric. “Your body my choice”? Are you dense? Are you oblivious to the harm just voting him into office has done? We have taken so many steps back we have turned back the clock almost a century and you want to say they’re “not all bad”? Also let’s not forget trump supporters won’t even HAVE a conversation. It’s always “cry harder” when anyone provides any facts against them. We can have a conversation when they grow a brain. This ain’t about “different views” it’s about whether or not those people think others should have basic rights and they voted against it. Absolutely fuck trump supporters. They should 100% suffer. Disrespectfully 🩷 genuinely if you like or voted for Trump get the fuck off my blog.

hey real quick if u voted for trump and ur admitting it on tumblr dot com of all places… i hope you wake up every day with the heaviest weight on ur shoulders and never find peace, if i spoke my mind for what i actually wished for you id be shot on the spot but i truly wish unrest for the rest of your life.

[translations-of-alexandra]

Chop Suey!

Uyarı: Bu şarkı yetişkin içeriğe sahiptir; kendine zarar verme ve intihar temaları, aile içi şiddet ve uyuşturucu kullanımı referansları içermektedir, görüntüleme riski size aittir.

Orijinal Sanatçı: System Of A Down Vokaller: Serj Tankian, Daron Malakian, hepsi View the official MV here View my Turkish translation video here

("İntihar"ı vurguluyoruz.) (1)

Uyan! (Uyan!) Bir fırça kap ve biraz makyaj yap. Sarsıntının unutulup gitmesi için yaralarını sakla. (Sarsıntının unutulup gitmesi için yaralarını sakla.) Neden anahtarlarını masanın üstünde bıraktın? İşte, hadi başka bir masal daha türet. (Sen istedin!) Bir fırça kap ve biraz makyaj yap. (Sen istedin!) Sarsıntının unutulup gitmesi için yaralarını sakla. (Sen istedin!) Neden anahtarlarını masanın üstünde bıraktın? (Sen istedin!)

Kendini beğenmiş intiharıma İnandığını sanmıyorum. Ben melekler ölmeyi hak ettiğinde ağlarım.

Uyan! (Uyan!) Bir fırça kap ve biraz makyaj yap. Sarsıntının unutulup gitmesi için- (Sarsıntının unutulup gitmesi için yaralarını sakla.) Neden anahtarlarını masanın üstünde bıraktın? İşte, hadi başka bir masal daha türet. (Sen istedin!) Bir fırça kap ve biraz makyaj yap. (Sen istedin!) Sarsıntının unutulup gitmesi için yaralarını sakla. (Sen istedin!) Neden anahtarlarını masanın üstünde bıraktın? (Sen istedin!)

Kendini beğenmiş intiharıma İnandığını sanmıyorum. Ben melekler ölmeyi hak ettiğinde ağlarım. Kendini beğenmiş intiharımda, Ben melekler ölmeyi hak ettiğinde ağlarım.

Baba, baba, baba, baba! Baba, baba, baba, baba! Baba, senin ellerine kendi ruhumu emanet ediyorum. (2) Baba, ellerinde Neden beni terk ettin? Gözlerinde, neden beni terk ettin? Düşüncelerinde, neden beni terk ettin? Kalbinde, neden beni Terk ettin? Oh...

Kendini beğenmiş intiharıma güven. Ben melekler ölmeyi hak ettiğinde ağlarım. Kendini beğenmiş intiharımda, Ben melekler ölmeyi hak ettiğinde ağlarım.

(çevirmen notları için devamını okuyun)

Çevirmen Notları: (1) - System Of A Down, bu parçayı "Self-Righteous Suicide (eng: Kendini Beğenmiş İntihar)" olarak adlandırmayı düşünüyordu fakat bu isim kayıt şirketleri tarafından uygunsuz bulunduğundan kabul edilmedi. Onlar da "Self-Right-Chop Suey-cide" kelimesinin telaffuzundan Chop Suey'i çıkardılar ve şarkıyı bu şekilde adlandırdılar. Chop suey aslında bir Amerikan Çin yemeğidir ve Serj Tankian'ın orijinal klipte yediği görülen Çin yemeği olması olasıdır.

(2) - Bu dize İncil'de Luke 23:46'dan (bknz: "Then Jesus, calling out with a loud voice, said, 'Father, into your hands I commit my spirit!' And having said this he breathed his last.") alıntıdır. O nedenle "baba" derken hem kendi babasını hem de Tanrı'yı kastediyor olması olasıdır. Hıristiyanların Tanrı'ya "Baba" dedikleri bilinmektedir.

Sözlük: 1- Chop suey: Chop suey, Amerikan Çin mutfağında ve diğer denizaşırı Çin mutfağında et ve yumurtalardan oluşan, fasulye filizi, lahana ve kereviz gibi sebzelerle hızlı bir şekilde pişirilen ve nişasta ile koyulaştırılmış bir sosta bağlanan bir yemektir.

NATIONAL EMERGENCY AND SUICIDE HOTLINES https://blog.opencounseling.com/suicide-hotlines/ for you and your loved ones in a crisis. You are valued.

[pinerbrand]

Kastamonu gideros

Bolu-Gerede arasnda yer alan Yenia karayolu zerinden, Devrek-Bartn yolunu kullanmak suretiyle. Muhteem bir doaya ve esiz bir koya sahip ol. Gideros Bay is one of the most magnificent gifts of mother Nature to Turkey, which has a distinct inner peace in each corner. Kastamonu Cide Gideros Koyu aras mesafe : 153 kilometre. Ekinoks karavanmz ile Bat Karadeniz gezimizde tarihi milattan ncesine dayanan Gideros Koyu'nda konakladk. The water is serene and sparkling, as the seafront part of Gideros Bay, which is home to numerous civilizations and cultures, is very narrow. The history of Gideros Bay dates back to the 15th. Consisting of the unique nature of the Western Black Sea and the combination of its most beautiful shores, this bay competes with the magnificent bays of the Aegean. Here, the Amazons established the city's first site state and was destroyed by Amastris, sister-in-law of Alexander the Great, King of Macedonia. Gideros Bay, which is the most beautiful point where green and blue meet in Kastamonu, increases the city's nature tourism. The history of Gideros Bay dates back to the 15th century BC. Popular Hotels in Kastamonu Armoni Park Otel Golkoy Yasam Resort Ugurlu Konaklari Mtevelli Otel Kadioglu Konagi Kastamonu Kursunluhan Hotel Gideros. Gideros Bay, which is the most beautiful point where green and blue meet in Kastamonu, increases the city's nature tourism. The factor in the name of Gideros, a natural port, even in the epics of 2800 years ago that nature is one of the most beautiful surrogates of mother nature. "We have passed through the home land of the high-cultured Henets Kiteros, named after Kiteros and Aycelos." Kiteros mentioned about iin the most magnificent stories of history is the Gideros of date today and Ayselos is a district of Cide. Gideros koyu antik dnemde de bir tersane ve korunak yeri olarak kullanlmtr. Tabii yolculuunuzda koyun ilk gsterdii yap kendi adn tayan Gideros Kalesi ve irin mi irin dinlenme yerleridir. Gideros Bay, which is even set in Homeros' Iliad Saga, is one of the landmarks of Kastamonu city. Kastamonu il snrlar ierisindedir ve 170 kilometrelik ky bandnda mola vermeniz iin imkan salyor.

[seniorbrief]

Walt Disney Reveals Just How Disneyland Was Created in Rare Interview

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This article was written by Ira Wolfert and originally appeared in the April 1966 issue of Reader’s Digest.

“Twenty years ago,” Walt said as we drove toward Disney­land, some 25 miles south­east of central Los Angeles, “I was always trying to think of a place to take my two small daughters on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon—a place where I could have fun, too.

“At an amusement park, the only fun provided for a father, besides having his bottom dropped out from under him on the roller coaster, was the same he enjoyed all week: Buy­ing the tickets.”

Now Walt has created his own park, to satisfy—in parents as in children—the profound human hunger to wonder, be amazed, and make believe. With that incompara­ble Disney sorcery, he has combined fantasy and history, adventure and learning in a way that sets every tendril of the imagination to tin­gling. Get a behind-the-scenes look at the first map Walt ever made of Disneyland.

From the beginning, Disney de­cided to lay out this 31-million-dollar playground like a gigantic theater. You’re in the lobby the moment you hand in your ticket: It’s Main Street, U.S.A., as it looked 50 years ago, when Walt was growing up. To the left and the right and straight ahead are the entrances to four “stages”—Adven­tureland, Frontierland, Fantasyland, and Tomorrowland. On these stages are set 45 different attractions, irresisti­ble toys more costly than an em­peror could buy.

Main Street has gaslights, hand­cranked telephones, a penny candy store with jelly beans and orange slices, and a bank where bankers (real ones) wear high stiff collars and massive watch chains and work at roll-top desks. An apothecary shop offers herb remedies and real live leeches in bottles of water. At the “Main Str. Cinema,” real (1914) Thomas A. Edison and Pearl White movies play. Only the ceilings and lighting inside the stores are mod­ern. “I’m sorry you noticed that,” said Walt disconsolately. “We had to change the gaslights here—people complained that they made the mer­chandise look too gloomy.”

At the far end of Main Street stands Fantasyland, the entrance guarded by moat-encircled Sleeping Beauty Castle. “It’s not far away,” said Walt, “but let’s have some fun getting there.” He led me to a quaint old horsecar pulled by a gleaming, burly Percheron. The driver snapped the air between his tongue and his teeth, said, “Giddy­yap,” and clanged a bell. We clip­clopped down Main Street.

The ride over, Walt explained why it had been shorter than it looked. “It’s not apparent at a casual glance,” he said, “but this street is only a scale model. We had every brick and shingle and gas lamp made five-eighths [of] true size. This cost more, but it made the street a toy, and the imagination can play more freely with a toy. Besides, peo­ple like to think that their world is somehow more grown-up than Papa’s was.”

That’s how you make people feel taller and confirm their belief in progress—if you have the genius of a Walt Disney.

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Fantasyland, “the happiest king­dom of them all,” is a place where childhood dreams come true. Here you can go to the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party in a whirling cup and saucer; ride Dumbo, the Flying Elephant; fall down the rabbit hole with Alice in Wonderland. When you take the Peter Pan ride, sitting in a pirate galleon, you make lovely, airy swoops over rooftops that seem to lie far below. You feel the speed and the wind of your passage as, through the masterly use of tricks of perspec­tive, you soar through the inky night toward the stars.

This sort of thing could be scary for some people, but whenever it seems necessary Walt interrupts re­ality with a wink to let you know it isn’t really real. On this ride the wink comes in advance. The galleon is lifted onto its rails outside the Peter Pan building, before you go into the darkness, so you can see for yourself that it’s all going to happen only three feet off the ground.

“When you go to Frontierland, make sure that Walt takes you to Tom Sawyer’s Island,” said Dick Irvine, head designer at the Disney Studios. “Walt was brought up in Missouri—Mark Twain country—­and that island is all his. He didn’t let anybody help him design it.” Check out some more secrets Disney employees wish they could tell you.

You get to the island on a spittin’ image of the raft Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer built. All around you zip authentic keel­-boats, Indian ca­noes paddled by real Indians, and a grand gold-and­-white stem-wheel steamboat, the Mark Twain. The swift-flowing waterway is kept warm and brown, like the Mississippi River itself.

Everything on the island is free; you need a ticket only to get there. “I put in all the things I wanted to do as a kid—and couldn’t,” Walt explained. “Including getting into something without a ticket.”

So there’s a tree house to climb into and a pontoon bridge to cross, like those built in frontier days—planks laid on empty barrels that bob up and down when you walk on them. From the top of a log fort you can sight in with guns on a forest in which Indians lurk. The guns don’t fire bullets—they’re hydraulically operated—but the recoil is so real­istic that you’d never guess they aren’t the genuine article. You can fish in the water around the landing, and your chances of catching some­thing are good. A net has been hid­den there, and it is kept stocked with catfish. Fishing tackle? You borrow a bamboo pole and worms from an overalled, straw-chewing lad so freckled and friendly he looks as if Mark Twain created him.

We went into Injun Joe’s Cave. This is just a rock tunnel with a hill heaped over it, but it has been tricked out with dripping caverns and a bottomless pit (three feet deep) from which ghostly roaring emerges to curdle the blood. Here Walt has added something to the pages of Mark Twain: A series of little passageways, looping off from the main tunnel, that are just large enough for children only. The kids scoot for them like chickens for feed. There is nothing to see in them and nothing to do, but the dimen­sions are what count. There is joy and nourishment for the spirit in being alone from time to time in a space adults can’t enter—that’s what the children’s hoots and hollers pro­claim.

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From Frontierland we moved on to Adventureland. “Everyone dreams of traveling to mysterious far-off places or exotic tropical re­gions,” Walt said to me. “Let’s go.” We climbed aboard a powered launch. The cruise took us down the misty Amazon, up the murky Mekong, and through the hippopota­mus-filled Congo, with tropical rain forests and bright orchids all around us. Adventure lurked at every bend; crocodiles snapped at us; bull ele­phants trumpeted; lions, tigers and headhunters eyed us suspiciously through the jungle growth.

From this primitive world it was quite a jump—mentally—to Tomor­rowland. Suddenly I found myself in the interior of a space ship, and Walt and I were about to take a ride to the moon. Actually we were in a theater. Around a giant viewing screen in the floor, the seats rose in circular tiers; in the ceiling hung another great screen. The voice of our pilot sounded over an intercom, matter-of-factly warning us to pre­pare for take-off. The lights went out. A view of the earth as seen from a launching pad appeared on the lower screen, and overhead was a full moon as seen from the earth.

Now a great shuddering and jar­ring began. Our seats and the walls and floor of the theater shook. Rockets gushed in deep-throated tones. There was a sudden, uncanny clattering—cosmic rays pelting like bullets as we passed through the ra­diation belt beyond the atmosphere. We saw the earth drop away and become round, the moon come close enough to touch, the stars and plan­ets as they look when there’s no atmosphere to dim them. All this is authentic, made of motion-picture film taken from missiles and satel­lites, from planetariums and observ­atories. The effects were so carefully worked out that the sensation of drifting in the stillness of gravity­-free space became real, too­ astounding and blissful.

“Two of the leading figures in the space field, Wernher von Braun and Willy Ley, helped us with the engi­neering of this ride,” Walt told me. But the biggest help was the father who, 20 years ago, longed to sit with his children and enjoy not just a thrill ride but also a genuine sense of wonder.

In Tomorrowland, too, is the Sub­marine Voyage, one of the most elab­orate illusions ever created. You have the sensation of being completely submerged. Actually, the craft rides on rails and only the part of the hull where you sit facing a porthole is beneath the surface.

The sub starts out under a water­fall, with water foaming and splash­ing over the portholes as over a submerging conning tower. The commands “Dive! Dive!” coming over the squawk-box are the real thing: They were tape-recorded on submarines in actual ocean dives. Ballast tanks are blown, and bub­bles stream past the portholes at a 45-degree angle, to give you the feel­ing you’re at the angle of descent. When the uproar stops and the bub­bles clear, not even a veteran submariner could resist the illusion that he had leveled off after a dive.

Now you are cruising in the deep. Monsters of the underwater world peer at you curiously through the portholes. Giant squid that spread out 26 feet loom up, and clams huge enough to trap a man. But—the Dis­ney wink—when the huge clams open their jaws, you see they’re holding pearls. It reassures the chil­dren and makes their elders smile.

Suddenly you are under the North Polar ice cap, pale cold sunlight fil­tering eerily down. Overhead, ice­bergs grind and scrape, and the conning tower bumps as it glides under the floes. None of this is ex­aggerated. The sounds were re­corded by U.S. Navy subs in the Arctic.

Now you slide into another ocean, one peopled by snow-white mer­maids with flowing purple and sil­ver tresses. “Listen,” Walt cries, as the submarine’s “sonar” tunes in to the silliest symphony ever re­corded: The gruntings, whistlings, and shriekings of fish and shrimp. These sounds, too, are genuine, brought back on tape from the wild world of deep waters. Take another look back in time with a boy who met Walt during his first trip to Disneyland.

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For our last ride in Tomorrow­land, Walt and I boarded the Mono­rail, a train that runs on rubber tires on a single elevated concrete beam. No toy, this $1,300,000 installation is a seriously proposed commuter­-transportation system. It occupies only a narrow strip of ground, which doesn’t have to be graded; the piers supporting the beam just have to be built to different heights. Since the Monorail can cope with difficult topographical conditions—­rounding sharp curves at high speed, and climbing steep grades—the track could be erected on the divid­ing strip of existing highways. It is being considered as one solution to the traffic problems of congested metropolitan areas.

Where is the roller coaster? In Disneyland you don’t just zip up and down hills that stand on stilts. Between Tomorrowland and Fan­tasyland is a $1,500.000 model of the Matterhorn, “snow-capped” and breath-taking, every feature repro­duced meticulously at 1/100 of actual size—which makes the mountain as high as a 14-story building. (Even the evergreens, edelweiss, and other plants growing up to the timber line are in scale; when they grow larger they’re replaced.) You swoop down the slopes on a bobsled, hear­ing the roar of mountain winds. You pass behind real waterfalls, through icicle-hung caverns and a glacial grotto. And at the bottom you glide to a halt on a glacier lake.

In Walt Disney’s magic kingdom there is nothing to convey the feel­ing you get at most amusement parks—that you’re watching a nerv­ous breakdown and being invited to share it. There are no barkers selling tickets, no “Hurry! Hurry! HURRY!” Thoughtful cards on the display tables of the Main Street gift shop say: “Relax. We do not charge for accidental breakage.” In place of a neon nightmare to lure customers all night, tiny lights resembling fire­flies have been set to twinkling in the trees. Adults whose children have strayed are soothed by a sign that reads: “Lost parents, please wait here for your children to find you.”

More than 19 million people, from all 50 states and 70 foreign coun­tries, have visited Disneyland in the five years of its existence. Among them are King Baudouin I of Belgium, King Hussein of Jordan, Princess Sophia of Greece, and Presi­dent Sukarno of Indonesia. King Mohammed V of Morocco, after his official tour of the park, sneaked back to pay his way in and enjoy it incognito.

The success of the venture has put a ferment into the amusement-park business everywhere. Denver’s Magic Mountain; New York’s Free­domland; La Montaña Mágica in Caracas, Venezuela all follow the basic Disney idea of stretching the imagination while providing fun. At Pleasure Island near Boston last summer, youngsters were piling into whaleboats to take off after a 50-foot replica of Moby-Dick—a far and noble cry from the underprivileged kind of fantasy such parks used to offer.

But the others will find it hard to imitate Disneyland. For something unique and intangible is expressed here—the creative personality of a master of the fairy tale. Next, check out some more fascinating facts about Disneyland that even Disney fanatics don’t know.

Original Source -> Walt Disney Reveals Just How Disneyland Was Created in Rare Interview

source https://www.seniorbrief.com/walt-disney-reveals-just-how-disneyland-was-created-in-rare-interview/

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THE FULL PLOT OF THIS AU BC I DONT HAVE TIME NOR EFFORT TO MAKE THIS HAHAHA

CW: Violence, cop stuff, su/cide attempt

So basically Gepard resigned from her cop duties because she’s being disillusioned by her coworkers not doing anything about the Fight Club’s terrorist acts to the city. Now, she’s working as a florist for her brother Lynx’s flower shop. It’s been peaceful and she enjoys being a florist but the thought of giving up her duty still weighs on her. If only she could just protect the people of Belobog from any danger…

For some reason, there’s this girl who’s sketching the flowers on her shop. She’s been eyeing her since her first day as a florist, and at this point, she wants to get to know her. Luka is a tattoo artist from a nearby shop downtown, and she usually visits here for inspiration and also for practicing her skills as an artist. After all, her clients usually pick flowers as designs for their tattoos. And also Lynx doesn’t mind her being here and they rarely talk unless he yaps about the flowers and its meanings.

And so, both women get to know more about each other by drawing since Gepard’s drawings are so shit, Luka has to teach her how to draw. The former also gets to research more about tattoos and its meanings. There’s this semicolon tattoo that’s etched on Luka’s neck and she’s been curious about it, since at this point in time she’s developing feelings for her. She searched for the meaning of it and Gepard’s obv concerned, and so she vows to protect Luka’s happiness. And that motivates her to do anything for Luka as long as she’s happy.

One day, Luka invites her for a night out and so they go. Gepard gives her a custom bouquet just for her and now they’re in an underground ring. There are lots of civilians, thugs, and famous figures like Gallagher, a famous bartender in another town, Mr. Bronya and his bodyguard Seele, and some kids she saw playing on the street. But then Luka goes in the ring and she fights this stranger and wins. (Honestly, she invites her just to show off to her crush, or rather she has alterous feelings for). Meanwhile Gepard is talking to a nearby doctor who’s treating the opponent’s wounds and inquires what kind of club is this. The doctor, Nash (Natasha), then skirts around the question and after some back and forth of questions, she realizes how closer each person are in this community because of Luka’s influence. The opponent, Sampo, also said how much of a help she was. She feels a little jealous as she wishes she could be this close with her former coworkers, but then realizes that she’s talking to THE Sampo, the thief and renowned scammer of their city. As she was about to interrogate her, Luka, at the heat of the moment, challenges Gepard for a match. She then tells her they’ll talk later and gets inside the ring.

It ends with a tie.

After that pseudo-date, both women make out somewhere out of there. At the heat of the moment, Gepard kisses the semicolon tattoo on the other’s neck, and that somehow makes Luka pause. The latter honestly wishes that this could last a little longer, but she needs to go home soon. Then Gepard somehow confesses that she wants to join her little syndicate because the people there seem lovely, but Luka plain out refuses. She doesn’t elaborate but promises to the other to rather keep herself safe than join them.

That was weird but Gepard keeps that in mind. The next months, everything’s fine but Luka seems tireder than usual. The former wants to help, and so Luka asks her: “What’s the worst that could happen to a human being?”

She seems confused by that statement but then Luka says it’s just a rhetorical question. She’s been thinking about how tiring life is and how stuck she’s been on her job. As much as she loves it, it just becomes her purpose in life, to be in service for the people, no matter how much you hate it. Gepard just listens to her rants and thanks her for telling this to her. Luka just realized since they’re in a situationship and they like each other, she suggests making the relationship official, and she’s going to introduce her to her family. Gepard thinks the same and yeah, the plans are set.

In the Landau’s family dinner, since Serval is back from tour, the siblings and Luka are having the time of their lives. Gepard forces her to eat vegetables, Serval shares stories from his tours, and Lynx is just there enjoying his hot chocolate. Luka asks where are their parents. The three somehow become silent and Serval explains how much of a fuckass they are that they won’t consider them family anymore. Gepard also added that she invites them for dinner but they haven’t responded to her texts, so they really aren’t coming. Then the two siblings begin to fight. And while they’re watching the chaos unfold, Lynx reveals that their father basically disowns Gepard because she resigns over a case. The Fight Club has been terrorizing their city a decade ago and now they’ve been quiet, he can sense Gepard’s guilt for leaving loose ends of this case and not bringing justice to the victims of the attack. (Inside, that somehow makes Luka want to introduce the Fight Club to Gepard because maybe she understands). And by the time they’re being too much, Luka and Lynx separates them and both of them force to apologize to each other. In the end, everything’s peachy.

Meanwhile on Luka’s side, she warns Gepard that maybe she won’t like what she’s about to see, so she wants her to keep an open mind. And when they arrive at the underground ring, they surprise Gepard a welcome party because y’know, she’s now Luka’s girlfriend. And while they’re having fun, she leads her to her office alongside Mr. Bronya, Seele, and Nash. And there, Luka reveals everything.

Luka is the current leader of the Fight Club. Ever since it has been established, it has been full of bloodshed and terrorist attacks, and when she’s seated, she tried to change the landscape for the better while keeping the main spirit of Fight Club: to find a sense of purpose and belonging in their mundane lives. Even if it results in blood, as long as peace is maintained in her power, then everything should be fine.

Gepard takes it all in. Not only is her new girlfriend a murderer, but a leader of an organization she’s been painstakingly trying to find all these years. Out of a fit of rage, Gepard curses her for betraying her and being a murderer of hundreds of people. And now, she’s gonna call the cops. She leaves the vicinity in a hurry. Seele asks if he should follow him but Luka stops him, as she believes she needs space for now.

CW: VIOLENCE / LAW ENFORCEMENT

Days later, Luka has been staying at the ring, just supervising her members who are here today, fighting. She reminisces the first time she took someone’s life: the former leader of Fight Club. There’s a tradition in the Fight Club that when the leader announces that he or she will retire, it means a tournament will take place just to kill the current leader. She and her Master Oleg participated because they knew they have the power to change the landscape of the Fight Club, but then her master got defeated by the leader. It was expected because he’s an old man, but in a fit of rage, Luka beats him to death and suddenly got crowned as the new leader.

People really don’t like her, so they doxxed, stalked, and assassinate her, but no matter how powerful she is to prevent this, she felt like ending her own life. That is until a friend of hers, Seele and his boyfriend, the rising star politician Bronya, join the club. Honestly, they’re here to investigate it but since their friend has become the leader, Luka asks for their help to maintain peace here. And so they helped her. 

At the cost of so many lives. There is also a rule in the Fight Club that if the former leader is dead, his or her followers are coming with them. More than 50 people have their lives taken under this rule. As much as it was a relief since they’re the same people that ruined Luka’s life, she can’t help but feel guilty about it. And now as the new leader, she made this her purpose and vows to never spill blood in this sanctuary.

That is until Sushang’s body has been sent to their base. As they were about to grieve him, there are many bangs outside.

 Luka realizes that Gepard really did it. 

She orders everyone to run and save their lives but everyone would rather fight them to protect their leader. They think this as a favor returned after giving them a safe space for being themselves. Since they’re so adamant, when bullets start to rain upon them, she and her family fight alongside each other. And before she knew it, she’s been surrounded by the cops and the bodies of her dead comrades. She thought they were winning but all this time, Luka’s the one who defeated most of the cops. The remaining alive ones are on their knees and the nuzzles of the rifles are at their heads. Luka calls out to them but Sampo drags her and both of them escape. Luka then watches her comrades fall one by one and cries for their names.

Meanwhile, Gepard is just chilling at home when there is a doorbell ringing at this hour. When she opens the door, it was revealed to be Sampo holding an unconscious Luka on her arms. She then told her that they’re on the run right now and warns that if she ever hurts her friend, she’s going to come after her neck. Gepard then asks why now, why would she drop her on her home? Sampo doesn’t answer since she disappeared onto the shadows. Right now, Gepard takes her to bed and cleans up her wounds.

By the morning, she hears glass shattering and Luka wasn’t laying on her bed. She goes to the living room to see Luka staring at the news. It’s revealed that 200 people from the Fight Club have been killed and now they’re finding their leader, dead or alive. Now that said leader is at her home and is now shellshocked, Gepard makes sure she’s comfortable right now and makes breakfast for the two of them.

They didn’t talk throughout the day and as Gepard is about to leave to buy some stuff, she calls out to Luka that she’s going out and if she ever needs anything, but then there’s no answer. She calls again and knocks on the door where she’s resting now. She still doesn’t answer and the door’s locked. Gepard finds her keys and unlocks it.

CW: SU/CIDE ATTEMPT

What revealed is Luka standing on a chair, who’s about to put a noose on her neck. They stare at each other for a while and the former tsks and quickly takes off the rope from the ceiling, thinking how stupid she is for doing it at someone’s home. As she’s about to leave, Gepard grabs her and attempts to talk to Luka just for once. The latter snaps on how much she hates her for ruining her life. She thought she could have a safe space with Gepard but instead, she just destroys it. Everything is now her fault since her family is now dead and that she introduced the idea of getting to know each other deeper. And of course, Luka never bothered to ask if Gepard ever feels uncomfortable being with them, so no wonder she did called the police. She then apologizes for being in the way and now she plans to leave the place this evening now that she caught her doing the act.

Gepard then stops her and apologizes for being this impulsive. She thought that this way the victims’ families will receive justice, but instead it’s at the cost of Luka’s happiness. If only she knew them better and took her time to think about it. She then pleads for forgiveness, but then Luka argues that because of her stubbornness, she got what she wanted. After all, despite not being a cop, she still has what it takes to do the good for everyone. And so, she congratulates her and wishes to never find her.

Even if the door is slammed shut, Gepard cries, pleading apologies and for Luka to never leave her alone.

It’s been 3 days and now Luka, Mr. Bronya, Seele, and Sampo are now meeting in an alleyway. Giving her final order as the leader of the Fight Club, she now disbands the syndicate and wishes them the best of luck in their lives. One of them asks what she’s gonna do now. She says she’s gonna turn herself in since she has nowhere else to go, and that no one cares about her. One of them asks about Gepard but then Luka cuts them off, since she doesn’t forgive her for what she’s done and yet… it hurts to realize that she still loves her despite what she’s done. 

One of them asks what will happen to her tattoo shop. Luka just sighs. Maybe the police have investigated the place, so she’ll leave it be.

And when they’re about to leave, Bronya gives his last advice as her advisor of the Fight Club: Do what your heart tells you to do.

And so, Luka goes to Gepard’s house to tell her that the Fight Club disbanded and she’s turning herself in. But then all of what she plans to say was out of her head when Gepard immediately embraces her.

That’s when she realizes that Luka actually doesn’t wanna die. She wants to be here for a bit longer but she doesn’t deserve a place in this world, despite giving people the sanctuary they needed. She has no purpose in this world anymore now that everything she loves his gone, and she’d rather be dead than keep on living as the criminal she is.

But then Gepard replies that she’s here, she’s always been here. She pleads her to give her a chance to redeem herself, as she’ll do anything in her power to protect Luka’s happiness, even if she doesn’t forgive her. And also to let her give Luka a new purpose to live, because she means so much to her. Then, she apologizes for calling her a murderer and calling the cops because she realizes how much sacrifice she has done for the people of the Fight Club. And when Sampo drops her on her home, she fears that she will lose someone important to her due to her selfishness.

So, Gepard once again pleads to stay for a bit longer.

Luka’s only reply is to hug her tighter. They stayed there until the sun rises.

Three years later, Luka is just idling at the counter, waiting for Gepard. She’s browsing through their shared sketchbook, thinking of making Gepard’s improved drawings as a new tattoo for herself. Now that the latter’s bringing down a box, they’re now gonna visit the old vicinity of the Fight Club. They arrived and Luka is surprised on how clean the place is since the last time she’s been here there’s blood all over the place. Gepard then explains that there are crime scene cleaners after the investigation as she puts out 200 tea candles and lights them up one by one. Both of them sit in silence as they pray for the dead. Gepard breaks the silence and apologizes for doing it. Luka laughs it off and tells her she’s not angry anymore and it’s been three years now. Time has passed by and they’ve worked it out. Still, even if there’s weight on her shoulders, Gepard kisses her partner’s head and thanks her. Luka then giggles and asks her if she wants to see a magic trick.

Gepard wonders as the former stands up and brings out a fan. Within a second, Luka fans out all the lights in one sweep and everything’s now dark.

woah that's a lot. (twt crosspost)

unfinished wip: fem!luka

sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh im so tired let me out of hereeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

this wip has been sitting on my laptop for months and im not gonna continue it lmao so have a fem!tattoo artist!luka (ignore teh butch on the bg; shes busy)

(twt crosspost ig)

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diluc can STILL tell when kaeyas is nervous after all those years. that's his baby brother im going to cry.

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Dahlia and Kaeya being drinking buddies owhhh my two favs i love them so much

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"He's the only one who can't be won over by Kaeya's smooth talking." Oh ragbros you'll always be so dear to me . I love them so so much my favourite siblings .

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"Barbatos definitely has a softer touch" how do you know that Dahlia.

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I still believe that ragbros keep their childhood selves somewhere secret, hidden, safe. Maybe they hid it within each other or maybe they hid it in their own minds, but I think the outcome was that they both tried to become one whole after being halves of a whole for their entire lives. They mold and melt and beat and shape themselves to fit a missing puzzle piece they were never meant to fill in the first place.

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KITTY BERRY RAGBROS STICKERS SO SILLY