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[bcdrawsandwrites]

Well, the Coco fic tied on the poll! Since that one's fully finished, I'm gonna go ahead and post it first. (I've also started working on wrapping up that Psychonauts fic that tied!)

So uhhh... I wrote this Coco fic years ago and completely forgot about it until more recently. But for reference, it takes place between Neither Can You and A Blessing of a Curse, and has references to a few other of my fics thrown around here. If you're not familiar with my fics, though, I guess just know that Héctor and Imelda are working through some trauma due to some of Ernesto's shenanigans, to put it lightly.

So uhhh... enjoy?

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Héctor dusted off his vest with his good hand, looking at himself in the mirror anxiously. "Do I... look okay?"

"Sí, papá, you look fine," Coco answered, grinning at him.

"Yeah, but... do I really look okay?" He turned to the side to view himself from that angle before looking down at his daughter.

"Papá, that's the outfit you wear the most."

"But does it look okay?"

"You're going for a walk."

"I know, but—"

Coco only laughed, shaking her head, and Héctor couldn't help smiling at her—it was hard to be upset when she wasn't.

"Well... if you say so, mija." His voice caught, and he cleared his throat—it wasn't any emotion, but just the fact that his cervical vertebrae were still recovering from the damage done to them. It hurt less now, and he could talk more, but they got terribly itchy at times. "Ay..."

"Save your talking for mamá." Gently she urged him away from his bedroom mirror and to the door. "Go have fun."

"You... could join us, if you wanted," Héctor said, looking back at her.

She smiled. "No, this is just for you and her. Go on, papá."

Smiling back at her, Héctor finally turned back to the hallway before him and headed down the stairs. Though his leg still bothered him, it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been, so he hoped he would be good for a walk. As he neared the bottom of the stairs, he saw Imelda waiting by the door and talking with her brothers. She looked up as he approached, and his heart leaped.

"I take it you're ready, then?" Imelda asked, and Héctor nodded eagerly, wincing when the action irritated his throat. But she only smiled, opening the door. "Let's go."

The late afternoon sun cast a warm orange glow over the streets of the Land of the Dead, and Pepita lay on her back in the yard, trying to soak in the last of the rays that touched their property. Hearing the approach of her familia, she rolled over and raised her head, alert.

Héctor tensed; every time he'd gone out somewhere since... everything happened, either Pepita or Dante (or both) had accompanied him, ready to assist him whenever possible. Often they ran into the press, and the alebrijes' assistance was needed, but the last few times there had been no incident. Even so, the thought of needing the accompaniment of an alebrije made him slightly less eager about tonight. "Is she...?"

Sighing, Imelda strode up to Pepita and scratched behind her horn reassuringly. "No, no, Pepita, you stay here. We'll be fine on our own."

The big cat's gaze flicked over to Héctor, lingering on him, before she turned back to Imelda with a questioning meow.

"It will be fine," Imelda went on, scratching the side of her alebrije's jaw.

"Are... are you sure?" Héctor asked, limping up to her. "Maybe we should wait a bit longer—"

"Héctor, we can't keep living like this." Imelda's voice was harsh, and he winced back, but she softened immediately, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We can't keep being afraid. The press is leaving us alone now, and all of his men are behind bars. Nothing will hurt us."

Frowning, Héctor stared down at his prosthetic hand, flexing it. After a moment he looked up, a teasing smile tugging at his mouth. "Not even rogue alebrijes?"

Pepita snorted, nearly sending Héctor's hat flying, and Imelda rolled her eyes. "That would happen, wouldn't it?" she said, then chuckled. "Yes, Héctor, if some rogue alebrije charges us again, we can take care of it, or I can call Pepita." She rubbed the cat's nose before stepping back, her demeanor becoming more serious again. "But... I want us to relax tonight, and not worry about anything like that."

Héctor gazed into her eyes, finding some of the worry in his bones easing. "I... think I can manage that."

"Good." With that, she marched toward the gates of their property, and Héctor followed.

It felt a little strange to be stepping outside the hacienda without an actual destination in mind—usually he would step out to help with shopping (really just to get out of the house), to go to the park, or to visit his Shantytown family. It didn't take long, however, for Héctor to merely roll with it, enjoying the fresh air and the warmth of the afternoon sun on his back.

And, of course, the fact that he was actually spending some time alone with his wife.

He found himself turning to her, his heart lifting as he considered the fact that she had asked him to do this. She wanted to be with him. Yes, they'd been building up their relationship again over the past few months, but after so many years of loneliness, it was still a marvel to him.

"It's nice to just get out of the house for a while, isn't it?" Imelda asked, catching him off guard.

"Oh—! Yes." Héctor nodded quickly, adjusting his scarf. "It's warm tonight. And not raining."

Imelda laughed quietly; it had indeed been raining a lot that week, which hadn't made deliveries and grocery runs all that pleasant. "Yes, it seems we've finally gotten a break from that." She grew quiet for a moment. "And... everything else."

"Gracias a Dios," Héctor breathed with a relieved grin. "Let's not even talk about it."

She didn't look back at him, but slowly nodded.

Goodness, it would be nice to think about something else for a while. They never turned on any news stations on the radio or television, since there was always a risk of stuff about that coming up. Even then, some of their familia had been talking when they'd thought he was out of earshot. Words like therapy and mental health had been tossed around a few times, but Héctor would still very much like to avoid seeing doctors as much as possible, whether they be doctors for bones, teeth, or mind. Not to mention, seeing that kind of doctor would require going over everything again—telling it to someone else, reliving it... no, gracias.

Imelda was right—he couldn't keep living in fear and letting everything that happened during that time control the rest of his life. Things had to get back to normal eventually... and this was a great start.

"Miguel is quite the artist," Imelda remarked, drawing him out of his thoughts again.

Héctor brightened—though Miguel hadn't been able to send them any letters yet, since Dante was still recovering, they'd gone back over previous letters he'd sent, admiring the drawings on some of them. In one, he'd drawn Héctor and Imelda from memory, and managed to capture their likenesses quite well. "You think he's started writing that book yet?"

"I don't think so. He said it was for Socorro, and she certainly isn't old enough to understand it yet."

Shrugging, Héctor looked up at the sky, which was beginning to turn from orange to reddish-purple. Though still bright enough to see, the nearby streetlamps flickered on. "No, but creating something for someone takes time." His gaze turned to her with a sly grin. "I certainly didn't wait until we were, eh, what do they call it now... official before I started writing songs for you."

Imelda blinked in surprise. "That's right..." And then she turned to him with a wry smile of her own. "I still remember when you first tried to serenade me."

Immediately Héctor balked, stopping in his tracks and wincing. "Eeeehhhhh. Okay, I never say this, but please don't remember that."

To his utter mortification, she went on, taking a step closer: "You were shaking in your shoes—"

"Imelda—"

"Your face was as white as a sheet—"

"Por favor—"

"And I seem to recall..."

"Ay, no!"

"...your voice cracked."

"Uuuuuuughhhh..." Héctor buckled, covering his face with his hat and mumbling into it: "Honestly, I would have been happy if you'd forgotten that one."

But Imelda tugged the hat back, giving him a fond smile. "It was charming."

Embarrassed as he was, he couldn't be upset at that look, and raised himself back to his full height. "Charming as a deaf burro," he said, adjusting his hat.

She stepped back, raising a brow bone. "Are you saying I have bad taste?"

"¿Qué? No!" Héctor flinched back. "N-no, mi amor, I was just..."

Imelda had looked like she may have been half-joking at first, but her brow furrowed and her eyes lowered, her shoulders sinking as though there was suddenly a weight laid upon them. "...It wasn't you who'd used that phrase originally."

"What are you..."

Héctor froze.

Before him, he saw the vision of a then-taller boy staring down at him in disappointment and disbelief.

What was that?! You sounded like a deaf burro out there.

He'd believed him at the time—near everything he said—and still couldn't recall that moment without wincing.

Though he wasn't looking anymore, the voice went on, in words he'd never actually heard it say: You're not good enough for her, hermanito. You're not good enough for any of them. Why would you even try to go back to her? It's not like your music can win her back now.

He gasped as a jolt of phantom pain shot through his missing hand, and grasped his wrist.

She's just toying with you. After all, you abandoned her before... You're pretty good at that, by the way. Why would she want you again?

"C-cállate," he stammered through grit teeth. "I-I never did that, I never—"

"Héctor?"

With a start, Héctor stumbled backwards, nearly falling, and found himself still on the sidewalk with Imelda staring at him in bewilderment and concern. "Are you all right?"

He mentally kicked himself; what was he doing, letting himself get hung up on this again? They were supposed to be enjoying themselves, and here he was getting upset about a person who wasn't even around anymore. Shaking himself bodily, he straightened again and tugged at his suspenders. "Sí, I'm fine. Just got a bit lost in my thoughts, heh."

Imelda didn't look entirely convinced, and it took a great deal of willpower not to wither under her gaze, as he'd done before Dia de Muertos. "I-I am fine," he insisted, holding out his hands. "Really! I was just—"

"Héctor," she said, holding up a hand herself, and he lowered his, feeling a tension pulling beneath his ribs as he waited for her to speak. "I... need to talk to you about something."

Her tone was serious, and clearly unhappy, and the tension spread from Héctor's chest to the rest of his body.

There it was—she hadn't invited him out for a walk just for the sake of being with him. She needed to talk with him.

Did you think she would actually enjoy your company, hermano? Did you think she actually wanted to keep you around? She's just being polite, and she's going to turn you away.

Héctor looked up into Imelda's eyes, and could see it—hesitation, anxiety... whatever she was going to tell him couldn't be anything good. His left hand gripped his right wrist, and his non-existent stomach felt as though it were sinking through the stones beneath his feet.

She opened her mouth to say something... and then her eyes went wide, and within seconds she threw herself forward, grabbing Héctor by his bad wrist and yanking him away. He let out a yelp, but only had a brief moment to wonder what she was doing when he heard the crack of something heavy striking pavement. Looking back, he could see a decent-sized rock that had hit the pavement a short distance past where he'd been standing.

It took a few more seconds before he realized that had Imelda not pulled him away, the rock would have struck him in the skull.

Imelda seemed to realize it the same time as he did, and her boot was off and held up threateningly. "Where are you?!" she demanded, her face contorted in rage, while Héctor struggled to recover from the shock of what had just happened.

"Should have left him where he was standing, vieja."

The voice was rough, unfamiliar, and slightly muffled. The evening was growing darker, now, but lurking behind one of the streetlamps, just behind where he'd been standing, was a figure wearing a large jacket and a face mask that obscured his markings.

The shocked numbness that had filled Héctor spiked into a full-blown terror as he took a step back. No, no, it couldn't be, they'd gotten all of his men, hadn't they? Though when he looked at the stranger, he didn't seem to fit the appearance of the rest of Ernesto's bodyguards—they were all broad-shouldered and tall, and this man had a slighter frame. Could he be another person Ernesto had a connection with?

Only a second later, however, he could no longer see the man, for Imelda had positioned herself directly between them. "Who are you?" she demanded.

"I was a fan of the music," the man shot back.

Héctor's mind reeled. "What?"

"Not your music, you fraud. El Señor de la Cruz's."

Dios, it was another one of them. He'd had encounters with them in the past, and they were often angry, but they'd never...

"My husband is no fraud." Imelda's voice was low, and Héctor could feel the anger radiating off of her. "That man betrayed us, he stole Héctor's songs and—"

"Yeah, 'cuz what was he gonna do with them? Sing 'em at quinceañeras? De la Cruz gave the songs to the world—he made the world a better place with that music, and you—!" For a moment it seemed like he was too angry to speak.

"Are you serious?!" Imelda cried, but Héctor's heart sank as he recalled how the night he'd left, he had packed up his songs, intending to take them home, planning only to sing in Santa Cecilia...

Alarmingly, the man took a step forward. "Are you? You ruined him, and when that wasn't enough, you got him arrested?!"

Shaking his guilt off for the moment, Héctor stepped out from behind Imelda to glare at his attacker. "He kidnapped my granddaughter!"

"Oh, sure he did! Sure that wasn't some lie you cabrónes made up to smear his name further—"

"What do you think happened to Héctor's hand?!"

"Pretty desperate move for attention," the attacker snarled before he began walking purposefully toward them, his voice growing dangerously low. "And I can give you all the attention you like."

"Get back."

"I won't." He was closer now, drawing a weapon from his side—a bat. "I'm sick of this."

Frantically Héctor took a moment to survey the area around them—it was very still, and no one else was around. He hadn't been paying attention to where they were going earlier, but he realized with alarm that Imelda must have deliberately led him to a place that wasn't busy, where they wouldn't be bothered, so she could talk with him alone... This timing couldn't have been worse—

Without warning the man charged, and Héctor reached for Imelda's hand so he could grab it and run.

His hand came short, for Imelda ran forward, meeting the man with a strike of her boot. Though it missed, the man stumbled backward, surprised. "Out of my way, vieja!"

"No," she said. "If you want him, you have to get through me first."

"Fine. You're as culpable as he is!" With that, he charged at Imelda, swinging the bat, only for her to jump back and strike with her boot again, this time hitting his hand, and he drew back with a yell.

"I-Imelda, what are you doing?!" Héctor whispered hurriedly. "We should get out of here!"

Without looking away, she hissed back to him: "I'm not letting any of this affect us any more."

Her words didn't make much sense, and he didn't have time to sort through it now. The man had already recovered from the strike, and swung his bat at her again, the weapon coming within an inch of her nasal cavity, and even Imelda seemed alarmed.

She couldn't do this on her own.

While the man was distracted by Imelda, Héctor backed away, and edged himself around her as quietly as he could, fighting to keep his creaking, trembling bones still. Fortunately he had a lot of practice sneaking around, and managed to get to the side and slightly behind their attacker. Imelda seemed to notice what he was doing too, and made several quick swings to keep the man focused on her.

Drawing in a breath to prepare himself, Héctor lunged forward, tackling the man to the ground. Not much of a fighter, he struggled to keep the man pinned, holding down one of his arms with his good hand—there wasn't enough strength in his prosthetic to do much there. The whole situation brought back memories of a very different night, and for a moment he swore he could see stark white bone. The man fought and snarled beneath him, but only for a moment, for Imelda finally struck him directly in the skull with her boot, knocking him senseless.

Héctor didn't immediately relax, even when Imelda retrieved the weapon before it could be used again. He was still shaking a great deal, and kept holding the body down, not sure what else to do with himself even as Imelda gave a shrill whistle, and Pepita roared in the distance.

—-

They gave the report outside the station—Imelda had insisted—and Héctor remembered little of it. He couldn't seem to differentiate between when they were there and when they left, because the next thing he knew Imelda was gently nudging his shoulder, and he blinked to find that Pepita had brought them to the rooftop of their own house.

"Héctor, it's done," Imelda said gently. "You're okay."

He forced a laugh, trying to smile in spite of the tightness in his chest and the fact that he hadn't stopped shaking. "What makes you think I'm not?"

She didn't answer, but her worried, exhausted expression made it clear the shoddy attempt at a joke hadn't landed. Wordlessly she slipped off of Pepita and helped him down, and they stood in the soft glow of the enormous cat's luminescent fur. Imelda stared down at it, running one hand over the yellow markings while her other hand rested on Héctor's shoulder.

"You're right," she said at last.

"About...?"

"You're not okay." Her hand squeezed his shoulder as she finally looked into his eyes.

Héctor's non-existent stomach was slowly twisting itself into knots. "I... I-Imelda—"

"We are not okay," she said firmly, her gaze falling again. "Neither of us."

"¿Qué?" he gasped, stooping down to meet her gaze. "I-Imelda, no, y-you were amazing! I don't know what I would have done—"

"No, Héctor." She took a step back, letting go of him. "I... I couldn't have handled that on my own. Without you, that man could have..."

They stood in the stillness, the only other sound being the soft breathing of the cat beside them. Pepita let out a quiet purr, and Imelda finally went on:

"I couldn't have done anything without my family. After you were gone, I tried to work alone, but..." She shook her head, and Héctor's heart ached. Hesitantly he wrapped his good arm around her shoulder, and her hand raised up to rest upon his. "My family—my brothers and Coco—helped me then." And she looked up at him, meeting his gaze. "And I need you now."

That caught him off guard, and he nearly stumbled back. "You... do?" he stammered. "But I—I thought that... you seemed upset before—"

"No." She turned around, holding his good hand in both of hers. "Héctor, what I wanted to talk to you about..."

Though Héctor steeled himself, he could feel himself wilting anyway. "¿Sí?"

"I know you don't want to hear this, but... we... need help. Both of us. And... we need it together." Imelda's hands gently squeezed his until he looked into her eyes. "I'm going to sign us up for therapy."

Héctor winced. "Imelda... you don't... I-I don't think we—"

"You went blank for nearly an hour after what happened tonight, and I don't think it was just from the attack."

Slowly, haltingly he let out the air from where his lungs once were. She was right—he knew she was, but...

"You.... you know... the things he said," Héctor stammered. "They... they were..."

"You can't honestly believe anything he said!" Imelda cried, horrified.

"They weren't... wrong," he finally admitted. "If... if he hadn't taken my music, I would have just... sang at local things in Santa Cecilia. My music wouldn't have reached—"

"Of course not!" She took him by the shoulders, looking him in the eyes. "But you would have been alive, Héctor!"

He hung his head, ashamed. "I-I know. But... some things... worked out for the better, didn't they?"

"This is what I'm talking about. Listen to yourself... you can't keep thinking like this." Gently she lifted his chin so he was looking at her again. "We need to talk to someone, Héctor. I'll be with you."

"Y... you're right. Lo siento, mi amor." Finally he straightened himself, even though he still felt like slumping. "I'll—we'll do it."

Imelda drew her arms around him, and he did the same. "Yes, mi amor. We'll get through this... however long it takes."

[livehorses]

Why are Mexican guys named Miguel in media so... edgy?

[babycharmander]

One part I found hilarious in Coco was when Imelda hits Ernesto with her shoe and says "That's for murdering the love of my life!" and he goes "Who the?"

He did find her vaguely familiar at first, but he didn't actually realize who she was until Hector jumped out.

I suppose it does make sense that he didn't recognize her at first. They probably haven't seen each other since he and Hector left Santa Cecilia over ninety years ago. And even if he did return to Santa Cecilia at some point, well, he would've made every attempt to avoid her. Besides, it's still been over seventy years since his death, people look different as skeletons, and they would have had no reason to see each other once they were both dead.

But then she says "That's for murdering the love of my life!" and he still has no idea who she is.

Like. Ernesto. How many people have you murdered that your first reaction to being told "That's for murdering the love of my life! is not something like "$#%* oh no how did Imelda find out quick think of a convincing lie" instead of "Who the?"

Ahahah yeah that's for sure one of the best scenes in the movie.

I think what might've happened was that cuz she just immediately struck him in the head with a shoe, his head was literally spinning so he might not've immediately registered what she said.

Also I definitely think Ernesto avoided going back to Santa Cecilia basically until his death, when his body was buried. It would've been too great a risk.

[dragoneyes618]

Fanfictions I plan on writing but so far have never gotten around to, in no particular order:

A Wings of Fire one in which Turtle asks Tsunami if she knows who killed Gil in Scarlet’s arena.

A Coco one in which Miguel develops a fear of heights after the events of the movie.

Another Coco one in which Oscar and Felipe last exactly two months without Imelda to rein them in from their crazy experiments.

Yet another Coco one in which Coco gives the departure agents making fun of her father a piece of her mind.

And another Coco-Encanto crossover, based on this fanfiction, with Miguel in Encanto.

A Descendants one, inspired by Mysterious Fathoms Below, with the reactions of a lot of the characters to the death of a certain character who shall remain unnamed to avoid spoilers for MFB.

A Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them one, in which Aberforth and Albus Dumbledore have an argument over placing the infant Harry with the Durselys upon his parents’ death. On the one hand, the only way he’ll be safe from Voldemort and his followers is if he’s with a blood relative of his mother, due to Lily’s sacrifice. But on the other hand, knowing the Durselys’ attitude towards witchcraft, there’s the risk that Harry will become an Obscurial, just like Aberforth’s son Credence and his and Albus’ sister Ariana...

Another Harry Potter/ Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them one: What Aberforth Dumbledore saw in the Mirror of Erised..

[ms--galactic]

Heyyyyy, guess who finally watched Coco!!!!!!!!

SPOILERS!

Okay...I nearly just nearly cried.....

But! I had a feeling Hector was related to Miguel. I KNEW

hE pOiSoNeD HiM!!!! {No talk me still angy}

Favorite characters would have to be Miguel, Hector, Dante tbh ngl 😆😆🥰 oh I almost FORGOT CHEECH MARIN WAS THAT OFFICER!!!!!! Him too!!

Lastly...I would recommend this movie... heartwarming....🥺😭

[prodigal-explorer]

my thoughts watching roman ranking disney/pixar movies as a certified roman expert

SPOILERS BELOW!!

ROMAN CANNOT HAVE A VIDEO TO HIMSELFFFF and thomas literally expresses that roman isn't enough by himself??? i'm gonna sob!

also how dare roman put bambi as d tier that movie is so good but i also might be biased cuz i love deers so much

so far roman's characterization is pretty great. i was scared thomas was gonna fuck him up but nope!! it's really good!!

he's just having a good time

he's such a theatre kid it's the best thing ever.

"no only i can sing" BAHAHAHA ROMANNN

the flashback to dark side of disney was violent

YESSS I FUCKING LOVE LITTLE MERMAIDDD i actually played ariel onstage!!

ROMAN IS SUCH A CUTIE OMG

why doesn't anyone woobify roman i don't get it LMAO as much as i hate woobifying characters he's just so...

the way roman is constantly just like "dude i'm the only one who can sing" HAHAHA HES SO FUNNY

HAHAH THE RHYTHM REDUX WITH STITCH

okay putting brother bear in c tier is a crime that movie is easily an a.

hmm...i wonder if roman struggles so much with transformations because of janus' disguises...

i honestly think tangled as a whole is extremely overrated. it's just so mid.

YESSS ROMAN LOVES MOANA. i don't even care that it didn't make it into s tier because roman defended it. moana is actually one of the best disney movies of all time.

I LOVE HOW ROMAN IS DEFENDING ALL MY FAVORITES HES SO ME

YESS FINDING NEMOOOO i actually played nemo onstage!!

the incredibles is soooo good

GOD I LOVE WALL-E but it did terrify me immensely as a kid

wow i didn't know that inside out inspired tss! i honestly thought it was just a coincidence LMAO

OMG YESS COCO

wait incredibles two got hate??

LOL I JUST KNEWWW roman would love luca

YESSS ROMAN LIKES TURNING RED I LOVE TURNING RED and it gets way too much hate because people hate teenage girls and people hate asians.

OOO I LOVE ELEMENTAL

i haven't seen inside out two yet either! but i've heard it was good!

overall this video was AMAZING!!! great job thomas and i'm so happy you didn't butcher roman's character!! his character is so solid and amazing!!!

[mediamatinees]

Disney and Pixar's "Coco" Got Away With Sneaking a Murder Mystery Into a Family Drama and I'm Here For It!

Content Warning: not much since this is a family movie, but there is murder so viewer discretion is advised. Spoilers for Coco ahead! Some people would travel far and wide to live their dreams. But, most of them wouldn’t consider running around the Land of the Dead to do it . . . Miguel Rivera belongs to possibly the only family in Mexico that hates music. Forbidden to play or even be around…

[sobreiromecanico]

Títulos com e sem números

Saí há pouco da sessão de cinema de O Rapaz e a Garça, o último mais recente filme de Hayao Miyazaki, que estreou hoje em Portugal após a estreia no Japão durante o Verão. Daqui a dias dedicarei algumas linhas ao filme, até porque ainda preciso de algum tempo para o digerir*; para já, isto serve de pretexto para falar discorrer um pouco sobre dois temas distintos, mas relacionados. O primeiro, a absoluta improbabilidade que é a existência dos Estúdios Ghibli: há 38 anos (nunca tinha reparado que tinham a minha idade!) que produzem com rara consistência o melhor cinema de animação que existe, com enorme sucesso nas bilheteiras (sobretudo no Japão, mas com abertura internacional a partir de finais dos anos 90 e, claro, da estreia de A Viagem de Chihiro em 2001). E isto sem sequelas, prequelas, e outros artifícios narrativos a disfarçar objectivos meramente comerciais. Olha-se para a filmografia dos estúdios e, pasme-se!, não há nenhum título seguido de um número. E podiam tê-lo feito - que diabo, se o próprio Miyazaki quisesse continuar a explorar em animação toda a banda desenhada que ele mesmo escreveu e ilustrou de Nausicaä, teria material para vários filmes (e bons!). Mas não. De argumento original ou adaptado, com maior ou menor qualidade, todos os filmes dos Estúdios Ghibli até à data são peças singulares, contidas, cada película um objecto cinematográfico em si: a qualidade da animação e a força das histórias bastam-se a si mesmas.

Isto vem menos a propósito do filme que vi há pouco do que de uma notícia que li esta tarde, e que é o segundo tema deste texto: saiu hoje um trailer para Inside Out 2. Admito: não fazia a mais pequena ideia de que a Pixar estava a produzir uma sequela ao aclamado filme de 2015. Não precisava: Inside Out é um filme brilhante, profundamente original, com uma animação magnífica e uma trama exemplar desenvolvida por um conjunto de personagens inesquecíveis. Não precisava de sequela, de nova perspectiva, de novo encaixe de bilheteira.

Porque é apenas e só disso que se trata.

Não quero com isto manifestar qualquer posição contra sequelas (seria giro quando ainda há dias escrevia aqui sobre Matrix Revolutions!); têm o seu lugar, e por vezes acrescentam algo genuinamente bom aos filmes (ou aos textos) originais. Aliens, Terminator 2, Regresso ao Futuro 2, etc. Aqui trata-se, sim, de comparar o trabalho daqueles que serão sem dúvidas os dois maiores e mais consagrados estúdios de cinema de animação, e notar uma diferença fundamental na sua filosofia criativa. Inside Out 2 poderá bem ser um óptimo filme. Poderá mesmo ser um filme extraordinário! Mas, dada a fasquia imposta pelo filme de 2015, fico com duas perguntas. A primeira, se independentemente dos seus méritos será de facto um filme necessário; e a segunda, se não seria mais interessante ver a Pixar a colocar o talento e os recursos que têm à sua disposição - os mesmos que de 2015 a esta parte produziram Coco ou Soul, por exemplo - para criar algo novo, ao invés de regressarem ao conforto dos sucessos passados. Da minha parte, e tendo Inside Out como o meu filme preferido da Pixar, sei bem qual seria a minha preferência.

*Por "digerir" quero dizer pensar um pouco mais sobre o filme, e quem sabe até vê-lo uma segunda vez. Spoiler: é um filme maravilhoso. Se tiverem oportunidade de ir vê-lo ao cinema no fim-de-semana, vão que vale a pena.

[cirilee]

coco is a perfect movie and i wish i had more time to make better art for it??

[miguelcocofangirl]

We have dates!!! (SPOILERS)

Lee Unkrich changed the dates !!!

Ernesto was born in 1896

Imelda was born in 1899

Hector was born in 1900

Coco was born when Imelda was 19 and Hector 18, so she was born in 1918

Coco was 3-4 years old when Hector left

Hector died at 21 years old

It was 1921, when Imelda started making shoes.

Ernesto died at 46, in 1942

And Imelda died in her early 70s, around 1971

Wow!!!

[artflicker]

what am I even doing anymore ahhh /////

as soon as Héctor mentioned playing with Ernesto de la Cruz, but BEFORE we found out Ernesto was also a murderer I was totally onboard for shipping this but I think I’ll limit my ship art to the… happier times they had 😭 Ernesto you prick 😭

first tiny pose doodle kinda inspired by a certain shippy fanfic c:

[hiddendisneyprincess]

Coco Thoughts

(Spoilers Ahead)So I’ve been watching Coco recently, and this heartbreaking thought just popped into my head. Can you imagine, before Imelda found out Hector had died(if she even ever did), she had to hear Ernesto sing ‘Remember Me’?

Mama Imelda had to hear this popped up version of this heartfelt, personal song. I know she knew that Hector wrote that song for Coco for when he had to leave. It was a personal goodbye for their daughter and now it’s this chart topper basically. Can you imagine how she even felt, what she thought!?

If she simply believed that Hector just left their lives and never returned(and he was still alive, cause surely Ernesto would never tell her he died), she must have felt sick and betrayed that Hector would allow this deeply meaningful song for Coco to be played like this. And don’t tell me she never heard it. Just because she banned music from the house, doesn’t mean you wouldn’t hear everyone singing their brand new favorite song ‘Remember Me’. She went her life thinking that Hector abandoned her and their daughter, and even hearing a line from that song broke her heart a little bit on the inside.

And what about Coco? She obviously remembers the song too. How did she feel growing up, and listening to the song that her papa wrote for her be comercialized and all that. But she can’t say anything, because her mama wants her to forget and who is going to believe that her papa wrote that song and not Ernesto? How does she feel?

Anyway, I’ll go back to crying now. Excuse me.

[babycharmander]

Remember Me works much better as a lullaby than as a love song. I don't know what Ernesto was thinking. Well, actually he was probably thinking "My version would sell much better than Héctor's version!" and then proceeded to do just that. It's not like he cared that much about Héctor's or Coco's feelings at that point...

I mean, yeah, basically. I think it's entirely possible he didn't know about how significant the song was to Héctor, since the song was meant to be "secret" and Héctor may not have even brought it up to Ernesto. He may have assumed Héctor had written the song for Imelda, and figured from there it was a love song.

Like seriously, at the very least in the English version (I've heard some of the other dubs were less convincing) it does sound convincingly enough like a romance song. We were all fooled at first, right?

Of course, it does work better as a lullaby, as that was Héctor's original intention (and, from a doylist perspective, the intention of the songwriters). But I will admit I do like some of the other takes on it, like the one in the Spanish credits.

[icurlybooks]

This is probably really obvious, but I recently just watched Pixar's Coco, and it occurred to me that the super fun song that Miguel and Hector sing together, 'Un Poco Loco' was probably written by Hector, for or about Imelda. After all, he tells Miguel to sing it as if he was singing to someone he loves. In the film Hector comes across to me as a fun and goofy guy, and I can imagine him playing the clown around Imelda, and maybe even her fooling around too, maybe even telling him to put his shoes on his head?

I dunno, I just really love the thought of them messing around together, and him writing songs about their love.