god miguel

So in the Road to El Dorado...

  Does anyone notice how there’s like, the townspeople, then there’s the High Priests but it’s like, where is the Emperor? All of a sudden, two “Gods” come along and take over now all I can think of is the Emperor being on vacation and coming back like

And here marks the start of my ‘Genderbent Disney (and sometimes Dreamworks)’ series!

I have no promises about how consistent I’ll be, but I have 10 edits so far that I can queue to post once a day.

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(I do these on an iPad without Photoshop, some things would just be impossible.)

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Shit Francis Bonnefoy Does #110

Buys Spain a duck so that Spain can have a bird like he and Prussia do, tells Spain that the duck’s name is Miguel, because Miguel means “godlike”, and Spain needs a godlike duck to go with his godlike ass


From 0 to Albert Rosenfield in Twin Peaks, how done are you with everybody?

Know what I think about sometimes? How in The Road to El Dorado, how that story of Tulio, Miguel and Chel gets passed on, fades into legend and myth and becomes a bedtime story. How a grain of truth remains in the tale. 

The story of the sun god, the night lord, their guide and diviner, their magical beast. How the sun god was warmth and light, who brought with him music, the night lord, who showed them their might, called forth and withdrew the rumble of the earth, and who fell in love with one of their own - the temple priestess who guided them to the city. Of their beast, who blended into the walls, was playful, who understood speech and expressed his love and devotion to his masters.

How they were here but a short breath of time, a blink of an eye that the gods stretched into an eternity, a moment of bliss, perfect harmony in everyone’s hearts. Everyone’s but a high priest, who’s heart was filled with darkness and who doubted the gods. Who dabbled with magic, called forth demons and drew the attention of the Outside. 

(How the sun god had wanted, desperately, to stay - where the night lord fell in love with one mortal, the sun god fell in love with them all and was willing to give up his immortality and live among them.) 

They had stood, these gods of old, against the Other and the Outside, and the gods had realised they could only defeat them together - and they had used their might and their cunning and the light in their hearts to move the waters and the rocks - and had returned home to the spirit world (the blessed, loved priestess going with them, now immortal herself), and closed the door to the outside forever. El Dorado, safe for all eternity.

Just something I think about. Every time I watch it.