#mmrr

[disneyparksattractionstournament]

Disney Parks Animatronic Tournament: Bracket B/Tier 2 Round 1

Daisy Duck: Mickey and Minnie's Runaway Railway - Hollywood Studios Disney World and Disneyland

Propaganda:

"All of the animatronics in Runaway Railway are so fluid with all of their micro movements and you can’t see any seams, it really feels like you’re in a cartoon. But Daisy is arguably my favorite because THE CONGA LINE IS THE BEST PART OF THE RIDE and she’s just such a high quality animatronic"

(Video is already set to start at the point of the animatronic! If it doesn't, go to 4:13)

Mary Poppins: The Great Movie Ride - Hollywood Studios (formerly)

Propaganda:

"It's Mary Poppins! She floats! I hope she still exists somewhere. I've still got my fingers crossed for that Mary Poppins Epcot attraction 🤞"

[scruffedknife]

trade fr @twosnails4eva ! <:]

[qvietspvce]

i'm always delighted by the different "activation" noises my cats make when i wake them up. charlie goes "aaa?", dolly goes "mmeep?" and mango makes the classic "mmrrr?"

[agentsnickers]

While your thinking about newsies in the parks the run away rail way que in disney land has this

Its a very recent addition (last February was when the ride opened I think) so disney's still thinking about them

I know!! Isn’t it delightful? The queue for MMRR at Disneyland almost makes it worth riding 😂

At WDW, the main Newsies rep is the Disney on Broadway concerts during the arts festival in Jan/Feb - that was actually how I first got introduced to the show! But the rest of the year we are newsie-less, unless someone asks the Main Street pianist very nicely :)

[twilightown]

top 10 disney attractions? :^) (can be any park)

This was tougher than I thought it'd be omg

10. Muppet*vision 3D 9. Expedition Everest 8. Livin' with the Land 7. Jungle Cruise 6. Carousel of Progress 5. Peoplemover 4. Soarin' 3. Rock n' Roller Coaster Starring Aerosmith 2. Haunted Mansion 1. Tower of Terror

Ask me my top five or ten anything

[ace-of-princess]

Yep! You can get any plushie you want :3

bwa!!

a tweat!!!!

bwig.. snuggls....

[beemochi-art]

Can Rubble do that sound when you wake a cat up from their nap? But more importantly, can he loaf?

100% he makes the *mmrr* sound when he gets woken up. Prowl loves it because Jazz does the exact same thing.

Rubble is a perpetual loaf. He can loaf all day without a care in the world.

[daily-symbiotes]

Today’s Daily Symbiote: MMRR!

[soggywetcatgirl]

meow meow mrow mrrp meow meow mmrr mrow :3c

[disneyparksattractionstournament]

Disney Parks Animatronic Tournament: Bracket B/Tier 2 Round 3

Daisy Duck: Mickey and Minnie's Runaway Railway - Hollywood Studios Disney World and Disneyland

Propaganda:

"All of the animatronics in Runaway Railway are so fluid with all of their micro movements and you can’t see any seams, it really feels like you’re in a cartoon. But Daisy is arguably my favorite because THE CONGA LINE IS THE BEST PART OF THE RIDE and she’s just such a high quality animatronic"

(go to 4:13 for good view of animatronic )

Jack Skellington: Haunted Mansion Holiday - Disneyland and Tokyo Disneyland

( go to 12:03 for animatronic)

[laurenovercalifornia]

[29n-m4k1a]

a snippet of my developing regretevator au that kind of rewrites the tf2-esque lore of the characters and repurposing them in my interpretation/version, along with concept art of said snippet

----- "You owe us $5,000,000 in debt, Ms. Retro," stated MR, his low, grating voice echoing through the dark, hollow room. Though unclear by expression, his tone expressed his feeling toward the doctor's increasing incompetence. "This project of yours, we understand takes a considerable time to work with. After all, our goals are not for the faint of the weak willed." He adds in, his waning sympathy showing. "...but this aforementioned project... does not come cheap. It's not a mere testing of physics and titration—it's a product that only the elite can trust themselves with. That only I can ensure said trust to, to my followers. You're far from an elite or a follower. You barely qualify as a nurse. But I saw your potential. That potential can last so long however. We are mutualistic; you provide something and I get the earnings from it. It's not one way. You know that." "Mmnnr... hhnn..." muttered Dr. RETRO, forcing her head down. MR could hear a mild voice crack with an added heave, as if she sounded sickly or frill. She clenched her pants, already encased of scratches and even mild tears all over. Her claws retracted against the cloth as she tried to formulate a word. MR couldn't help but facilitate a sneer, adjusting his lavish maroon-colored tuxedo. "It's rather unfortunate you struggle with basic sentences," he provoked, strikingly aware of the doctor's cat-like mannerisms, knowing it's far from an act, "A doctor who can understand similar complexities of things as of I—yet needs at least a minute or two to not croak when adjusting a word that isn't your petty little 'meows' and 'mmrs'. How does that feel, ma'am?" Dr. RETRO would slam the table, her claws in full view as she released and expressed a fist repeatedly. Her tail gripped the already wrinkled debt papers even tighter. MR tapped his singular finger on the table, contrasting the doctor's more rigid approach. "...I will... will..." He tilts his head. "Hm? You will? Or you're still buffering?"

"...I will..." she slowly raises her head up, placing her claws back on her lap, "...I—I will not comply to the demand." "Come again?"

"Ghnmmr... I will not comply to the demand." She says, a tone simultaneously defeating but enraged with confidence. MR sighs, expecting such a response. "You don't have much time. Do you get that, madam?"

"I do."

"You can hide your face with that there mascot head of yours long enough. I can only give you enough chances with what I created for you." He reminded her. "We get you're a secretive sort of character—one who keeps everything to themselves. You were never the type to do anything around anyone. A stereotypical sort of 'lone wolf' doctor, yes?" "Too much..." she mutters before blending into a guttural sort of groan, as if she were violently clearing her throat.

"Too much for what? For business? For your progress?"

"Too much for the excess cloud... mmmrh.."

He places his singular finger on his forehead, his sigh growing more exasperated. "You're speaking nonsense, ma'am. Excess cloud? You've brought that up more times than I have publicly executed my enemies."

She could only respond with a repeated grunt, forcing her head down onto the table. "Do you prefer we talk through your little translation box?" MR asked irritably, crossing his arms.

"...no..."

"We cannot have a proper discussion if I am having to test my patience because you can't stop your alternative vocalizations for five seconds."

"Another time... I would like that."

"Did you not hear what I reminded you when we first got inside here? This is the last meeting we will have. By then, I will need that debt paid back, lest you want to return to Guantanamo Bay."

"I can... mmrr.. mehhn... survive it again. I did it before."

With a final groan, he'd stand up, the weight of his slate, one-ton body evident through the loud, gravely sounds. His rectangular body shape and menacing appearance showed like a thief in the night. "You are very arrogant and absent-minded, madam. I hope you will always know that."

She does not respond, the only indicate of movement being the slow flick of her large, bushy tail.

"This meeting is dismissed. Good day to you, ▅▅." Without a word, he'd walk away, his appearance slowly diffusing away the further he distanced from her. Dr. RETRO continued her silence, throwing the debt papers away from her tail's grasp. The room only laid alone with her, with the singular potted plant and now the wrinkled, torn, and spread papers around her. She has a long way to go.

[fredbears-gayest-employee]

*Kit feels arms wrap around him from behind*

hello love

-@henryemily1948

Mmrr? Henry?

[starsworn]

The Unwilling Combatant

Content warning: Mild depictions of battle, graphic depictions of an eye wound, mild depiction of a migraine.

-----

Daephrin had never been to Bozja before. It was terrible in ways he didn't think he was capable of imagining. Magitek monstrosities roamed the land freely, their spiky claws ready to eviscerate anything they could catch. Bullets rained down from what felt like nowhere, even though he knew it was artillery some distance away. There was the snowy mud everywhere, slippery and sticky, getting into anything. The worst was the spots of red mud where someone had bled in the dirt there. Even the wildlife here was intent on murder.

He didn't want to be there. As if anyone did. Yet somehow, Jaxon did. Jaxon was somewhere in this mire of mud and magitek, and Daephrin didn't know where.

"Jax!" he screamed to the winds as he scanned a ruined building that might've been used for cover. "Jax!!" No one came.

No, not no one. Someone came. A Garlean rounded the corner of what had once been a wall and halted some thirty fulms away. The featureless helmet obscured even the direction of the Garlean's gaze, but Daephrin knew they were looking for him. He ducked low in the ruins and readied his rifle. One deep breath and he popped back up over the stone wall with the barrel pointed at the Garlean.

His stomach gave a sick twist. He'd never aimed at anything more sentient than a dragon before (and recent revelations made that quite bad enough). Garleans might be the enemy, but they were still Spoken and it felt wrong to shoot them. Yet what was he to do? Try to reason with them through a hail of bullets?

His hesitation cost him. The Garlean moved out of sight, back behind the far wall of the ruined building. Daephrin was about to abandon it to continue his search when he heard a faint groan. His ears flicked at the sound and he lowered his rifle back to his side. Quiet as a mouse, he crept along the stone towards the source of the noise. Caution made his nerves jangle. It could be anyone making that sound.

A muddy lump stretched out on the ground caught his eye. Somewhere under the dirt, it looked like the armor wasn't Imperial in design. Emboldened, he moved forward. He spied a hand splayed against a fallen stone. A hand with brown skin, rich as mahogany, streaked with the black of drying blood. Daephrin's heart caught in his throat. "Jax?"

The hand twitched slightly. Abandoning caution, Daephrin darted across the ruins, stumbling over fallen stones and the remains of what was probably a table of some kind. The walls - what remained of them - were thorned with embedded shrapnel. As Daephrin drew near, he saw dark curls spread across the tile floor amid a pool of darkening blood. He skidded to a halt next to the lump on the ground, rifle forgotten as he knelt to offer succor. Carefully, he swept back the curls.

He screamed.

It was Jax, but blood coated his face and matted his hair. One sapphire eye was...was...destroyed. Shrapnel jutted from the socket and what was left leaked fluid down the half-Elezen's cheek. The other eye was open, but staring unseeing. Daephrin's entire body gave an internal wrench of grief, bottomless and all consuming as he screamed again. "Sorren!" Then the remaining eye blinked. Still unseeing, but alive.

Somewhere behind him were the others that had come to find his lover. "Help me get him to the airship!" he demanded as he turned over his shoulder.

And stared down the barrel of a gunblade pointed directly at his head. He didn't have enough time to take a breath before everything exploded in pain.

Jack-knifing up in bed, Daephrin clutched at his head. Pain shrieked at him, throbbing in waves through his skull as the migraine took hold. Half-blinded by agony, he reached to his left in desperation. His hand met warm flesh. A muscular arm attached to a strong shoulder. "Sorren?" he croaked.

"Mmrr," replied the half-Elezen in bed with him.

That response was enough. Though his head still throbbed with pain, he turned and burrowed against Sorren's side, the half-dream, half-memory fading. Most of it was incorrect, made up by his mind in the "what if" moments he often fell prey to in the dark of night. Not the least of which was that he hadn't even been in Bozja since he found Sorren in Garlemald, or that he'd mixed up who Sorren had been then with who he was now, or that he'd even come in contact with a Garlean at all. It was all a shitty dream brought on by a shittier midnight migraine.

"Don't do that again," he whispered against Sorren's shoulder in the darkness.

Sorren grunted sleepily and threw a heavy arm over him, tugging him closer like a favorite teddy bear before his breath evened out in sleep once more.

Daephrin shuddered and bit back a whine as his head pounded. He buried his nose against Sorren's skin, breathing in his scent and warmth. He was here. He was alive. There was nothing to fear.

[dystopianvagrant]

Mmrr~

Mrrp!