So… there’s something about this entire scene that’s had me pondering it all morning. Now, despite my writing tendencies or even which characters I would like to see together, most people who know me understand that while I write and post certain things, how I actually view the canon is separate. Like, I don’t watch Voltron for shipping and what characters do and don’t end up together is not why I’m into it. I’m very realistic about potential ships and do my best not to let shipping goggles cloud my judgement. After all, I may like to create, but I also analyze. And anyone worth their socks in literary/media analysis knows that it’s about looking at what you’re given and not what you want to see (what we want to see gets into headcanon/prediction territory, which can be backed by analysis, but they aren’t the same thing). In other words, me fangirling about a ship and me looking critically at a piece of media are two very separate things.
Therefore, this scene has left me in rather a… curious sort of hesitance? Because I find it hard to believe that I’m coming to the conclusions that I am?
First and foremost, I’m glad that Lance and Keith are working together better and trusting one another enough to go to the other about their problems. I don’t care who you ship with who, it’s good character development for them when we look back at where they started and does nothing but help the team. Keith admitted his faults to Lance when he pushed the team too hard and Lance went to Keith when he was insecure. These are not small steps for these boys and I’m glad they’re finally becoming better friends. And that’s honestly all I thought I was going to take away from this season, if I even got that far.
Until I saw this part of this scene specifically (I’ma use this screenshot a lot, lol) -
- First of all, I want to look at how these frames with Keith are laid out. Keith is in the center of the frame the whole time, his posture is open, his expression is friendly, his smile is sincere. He is lacking in weapons or anything typically considered threatening. But what is probably most important is that we’re not just seeing Keith from Lance’s point of view, we’re seeing him through Lance’s eyes.
There is a difference. For example, in these scenes -
- we’re seeing Allura from Lance’s POV, but not through his own eyes. This is a very common type of shot when two people are having a conversation or even when multiple people are in the room. It’s like getting a third person description of what’s happening with weight on a certain character’s perspective. Sometimes it’s not even that far and it’s just convenient to look over this character’s shoulder. Versus when we get a more first person perspective when we see a character through another character’s eyes.
We also get shots like this in this same scene -
- This shot comes in concurrence with the one previously and can still be considered as coming from Lance’s perspective. So what’s the difference between this shot and the one of Keith? This shot is up close–it’s focused on Allura’s expression and what she’s saying. She’s also not completely centered, but balanced in the frame for the viewer, not Lance’s perspective. Lance is listening to her, not admiring her in any way, shape, or form. In fact, despite Lance’s general attempts at constantly flirting with Allura, he is not looking at her at all in this scene as a potential romantic interest. This entire scene is focused on what they’re saying and what that means. Not any kind of attraction between them.
Which is what struck me as so odd about the way we see Keith through Lance’s eyes in episode 6. When a character is being admired by another character, getting a shot through their eyes of their subject from the waist up, or thighs up, or knees up, etc, is a very common way of displaying that admiration in a visual sense. It’s already clear from this scene that Lance views Keith as the new leader -
- So even if Lance takes issue with some of the things Keith does, he–at the very least–begrudgingly accepts Keith’s position and is doing everything in his power to support him (as most of season 3 is evidence of). Which is why these frames -
- took me so far aback. Honestly, I was much more expecting this kind of scene to be displayed from Lance’s eyes when his and Allura’s development took place. I even went back during their critical conversation to look for it. But there isn’t anything similar. Lance clearly respects Allura, but he didn’t “waver” in looking at her so as to imply a different kind of admiration.
Another character that gets this treatment a lot? Shiro. Shiro is their leader. Shiro is their security. Shiro is oftentimes framed in this manner when the other paladins are listening to him. But usually it’s a group shot, and even if there are scenes with him and one other (maybe with Keith? I’m not going back to watch the whole series), his body language and expression are not so soft. There could probably be some shots of Shiro looking less severe when he speaks to Keith, but I never remember being this struck by a scene with Shiro that didn’t feel like anything more that admiration because he’s their leader and/or idol and/or older brother figure (this goes for Pidge as much as Keith). Just as I’ve never seen anything to blatantly support Klance before. Like, I’m not playing favorites here.
The point I’m trying to make is that, in seeing Keith through Lance’s eyes in this scene, we’re gleaning a LOT about how Lance views Keith. Not only is he listening to Keith, but we’re seeing Keith as more than just a face with words. It would have been easy to frame this scene like this -
- I mean, even this is still… But the point is, there were a lot of ways to frame this that didn’t have Lance giving Keith that “admiring” look that is oftentimes used in movies and animation. At this point, Keith is the center of Lance’s entire focus. The rest of the room is bare, Keith is what stands out most. But it’s not just his words or what he’s saying, it’s his entire person. It’s his body, his words, his posture, where he’s standing in the room.
And then we get to his expression. This is so important. They could have given Keith more attitude, they could have had him lean back on one leg and cross his arms. They could have done LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE to suggest that Lance was merely admiring Keith as a leader and friend, but they didn’t. They kept his posture open. They kept him still and centered in the frame. And they gave him the softest mother fucking smile that Keith has probably displayed in the entire goddamn show. And I don’t mean to say that he hasn’t given those small, soft smiles, because he has, but this one has teeth and is still soft. EVERYTHING about this frame is soft.
And this is HOW LANCE is seeing Keith. We have the distance from where Lance is standing in the doorway to Keith to support this, as well as how he looks following, which implies that we were seeing Keith through him -
- He’s looking over his shoulder, continuing the line of sight we the viewers were just privy to. And he reflects the same softness he has just seen in Keith.
For fucks sake, all we need is an edit of that frame of Keith with a soft white background and some sparkles and we’re all fucking set! This frame -
- was coded to be romantic. This is Lance not only admiring Keith, but seeing him in a “different” light. I mean, look at Keith’s hair for crying- UGH! Just add some wind and a few flower petals and- just- HOLY FUCK, LANCE! OGLE HIM SOME MORE WHY DON’T YOU! I don’t know if Keith is really this beautiful or not BUT YOU’RE DOING A GOOD JOB OF MAKING IT SEEM LIKE HE’S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CREATURE YOU’VE EVER SEEN, LANCE!
Seriously, this is probably one of the most sincerely romantic frames we’ve gotten in the entire series. It’s also quite bittersweet. And, like, even if Lance isn’t aware that he’s looking at Keith like this, we are! We’re literally watching Lance form feelings for Keith through his own goddamn eyes. Ugh, gag me.
Summary: You and Bucky spend Christmas by yourselves when the rest of the Avengers go on a “last minute” mission. Complaining about how you never put up a Christmas tree, Bucky surprises you.
A/N: Not edited. I procrastinated so much on this one I don’t even know why. But I made it. Even though it’s a few days late. Sorry. Congrats @lovelynemesis for the one year anniversary and the 4K :) I live for your fics!!! They’re out of this world. Bucky taglist and permanent taglist are closed.
➾ warnings: incredibly filthy smut with no plot at all | cumplay | dirty talk | tit fucking | slight demeaning names/ name calling | face fucking | oral sex | unprotected sex
➾ summary: ceo!jimin takes it upon himself to discipline you when your attire doesn’t exactly adhere to HR regulations
➾ a/n: okay look this is just my excuse to write a ceo!jimin smut… i just felt like i owed him big time after what i did to him in instant gratification :”) i speed wrote this in a day and didn’t proofread whatsoever rip…
The clattering sounds of typing,
clicking and pages flipping lull you into a state of lethargy as your eyes
flutter half-shut in your cubicle. Having graduated as an arts major two years
ago, you’d never imagine being holed up with a mundane 9-5 office job that had
almost nothing to do with your major. But bills needed to be paid and rent had
to come from somewhere, so you find yourself trudging to work soulessly every
morning, day in day out.
“Hey, are you almost done with those
files I gave you this morning?” The voice of your co-worker Mingyu in the next
cubicle jolts you into awareness immediately.
As an introvert, I did get off the sugaring sites, but it took me quite a while to get off the internet. I used Tinder to find the three gift daddies that I had. Last month, I went free styling for the first time.
There is a general horror around free styling that, trust me, I understand. If I didn’t have to leave my house, I wouldn’t. But I realized a few things. The sugar sites are not set up for you to succeed. We, as sugar babies, are the draw that is used to attract men with money and unrealistic dreams.
Do you want to have the perfect relationship? A young, beautiful, smart woman who will hang off your every word and, unlike escorts, will be with you and you alone for a fraction of the price that escorts are demanding? Sign up for a membership with our site at the low price of $39.99/month and become a sugar daddy tonight!
While this might not be the exact language the sites are using, I guarantee if you go on any of the sugar sites you will see something similar being touted to men. I also promise that the men that have the real potential to be amazing sugar daddies and give you things you didn’t believe that you could get aren’t on these sites.
And, honey, maybe you haven’t noticed but online dating-sugar or vanilla- is not set up for black women to succeed. I’ll say it once more. You’re far more likely to find the man you’re looking for when you let go of the sugar sites. So what happens next? Next, you change your mindset. There is one thing that needs adjustment, your attitude, in two different areas. The first is what a sugar daddy looks like. Maybe you don’t have this problem. But I do. I tend to find myself thinking that sugar daddies look a certain way. They’re white and in their 40’s-50’s. Most of them are married. But this isn’t what sugar daddies look like. They can be any age. They can be any race. They can be anywhere. When it’s time to free style, don’t think that if a Black man, an Asian man, a Martian, whatever, approaches you that because they don’t fit in with the idea of what you think an SD looks like you can’t pay any attention to them.
There will be three types of men that you’ll meet when you go out: cheap men that would like your time and attention for free, men that will simply ask how much you want or make it known that they have no problem paying you, and men that are willing to spend money on you but need some type of connection with you first. Ugh, connection. Don’t you hate that word? Men should just hand us money because we asked for it right? We’re young, we’re beautiful, we’re smart. Just fork over the coins.
But consider this. How often do you give money to complete strangers because they asked for it? How often have you walked up to an attractive or interesting looking person with $5 that you know you don’t need and said: “here this is for you just because you look cool or like you needed a little help”? Never right? If we were a society where that was the norm homelessness would not be an issue. No, we give our money to people we like, to people that have bettered our lives in some way, to people we trust. But, still. That word-connection. Months and months of dates. Maybe even putting out. That must be what I mean, right? Nope. Not what I mean at all. A connection can be made in 15 minutes or 15 months. It really just depends on how well your personality meshes with his.
How do you tell these men apart? Let’s build a scenario, shall we? Let’s say you meet a man at a bar. You each talk a bit about who you are and what you do for a living. His job sounds promising. You don’t know exactly how much he makes but when you google it in the bathroom after touching up your lipstick you see that it’s an acceptable amount. He buys you a drink to continue the conversation you’ve already started, but when the night ends, he doesn’t pick up the tab you had started before he sat down. Splenda! Salt! That’s what Tumblr will tell you. I say wait. You spend some time texting. He says he wants to take you out. This is when we find out what kind of man he is by analyzing a few things:
Where does he want to meet? TGIFridays or one of the best restaurants/bars in the city. Look at where he wants to take you and why. If he asks you where you want to eat and then shoots it down because it’s overpriced or “just not his scene” you have two options: dig your heels in or run. My first meeting with Bentley took some time to plan because he shot down the restaurants that I chose as not being good enough for a first date. It was a good first sign.
How and what do they order? We know what a man who doesn’t want to spend a lot of money looks like when he orders at a restaurant or bar. He asks if there are any discounts or deals. Asks what’s the best and cheapest drink or food item on the menu. Makes “jokes” about how expensive everything is.
How do they look when you order? A man that asks if you want anything else after you’ve decided what you want is a keeper. A man that asks what you want scans the menu and then asks if you’re sure you want those things or if you’d be happy with something cheaper presents you with two options: to dig your heels in or run.
What are they talking to you about? A man that talks about sex as soon as he meets you only wants you for one thing and it ain’t playing cards. Now, if he’s willing to compensate you for that time in a way that you find acceptable, fine. Get your money girl. If you want a man that cares about you as an individual but he can’t stop talking about how well he’s doing on Viagra, you have two options. Dig in or run. I suggest you run, but this is your life, not mine
When the date is over, look at this man’s behavior. You’ll know if he’s the type of man that you can keep in your life. If he isn’t, let him go. LET HIM GO! Don’t, please friend, don’t hang on to a man because you don’t think that you’ll be able to get another. This game isn’t for the desperate that need quick cash because their life is falling apart. This is going to take time. You’ll find yourself getting dressed up and going out quite a few times before you find a man that you’re willing to stick with. If you understand this from the beginning, that reaching any goal is going to take time, you’ll be far less likely to fail.
You do have one thing on your side. Men know that it is their responsibility to take care of the women in their lives. Vanilla men know this. They know. I’m going to say it one more time, best friend so it really sinks in. All men know that it is their responsibility to take care of the women in their lives. What’s more, they know that the younger and better looking a woman is, the more they will have to spend. Your job is not to convince a man to spend money on you. He already knows he should. Your job is to separate the men willing to spend from the men not willing to spend by opening up your mouth and talking about what you want. Talk about college and the class that you’re going to be taking, but god isn’t it crazy how expensive books are? Talk about how much you love to write, but your laptop broke. Talk about how you want to get into digital photography but don’t know what camera to get or if you can afford to buy one. Give it a couple weeks. The right man will show up with a laptop, or an iPad, or a book, or a camera or whatever it is you say you need. The wrong man won’t have made it past the first date.
Happy hunting, best friend.
Best friend, be honest, what did you think? Do you think you could ever get off the sugar sites? Go free styling? Do you think my approach makes any sense or is something that could work for you? Leave me a comment and let me know so we can talk about it.
Maybe, if I post every time this happens, abled people will stop thinking that this sort of thing is rare.
A while back I was sitting by the restaurant in Ikea and using my phone while I waited for Marvin to buy some things.
I was seated at one of four high-backed chairs arranged around a low coffee table. Across the table from me was a stranger, his young son sat in the chair to the right of me, and his daughter, who was about nine-years-old, sat on the floor at the coffee table. She was colouring and her brother was playing on a DS.
Their father stared at me while pretending he wasn’t. It’s pretty obvious when someone is watching you from eight feet away, though. I didn’t get angry vibes so I wasn’t concerned and just pointedly ignored him while catching Pidgey after Pidgey.
My phone had a semi-transparent, soft plastic case on it. I usually covered it with cute stickers. At that time, it had large words written in sharpie on the back that said, “It’s rude to stare”.
I was absorbed in my game when the stranger across from me laughed suddenly, loudly, and pointed me out to his daughter.
“Her phone says, ‘It’s rude to stare’,” he said.
He chuckled and looked at my face, expecting an explanation.
I stared at him.
He stared back.
“Oh, yeah. People stare at me a lot,” Just like you were, I thought. I waved my phone to show off the words. “So I wrote that on there. So, yeah.”
I went back to my game. Guy chuckled again.
“Really, people stare at you? Why?” He asked.
I looked up from my phone. I stared at him.
He stared back. I raised my eyebrows. He kept waiting for an answer.
I held up the butterfly-printed cane that had been leaning against my legs by way of explanation. “Sometimes I use a walker or wheelchair, too.”
“And people stare?” He pressed.
“Yep,” I said shortly.
“Wow. Well, you know, I think it’s probably because of their own personal fear.”
I seriously bristled at that. The tone was awful, really patronizing.
“Yeah. Seeing disabled people in public is a real shock. We remind people of their own mortality,” I said humourlessly, adding in some sarcastic laughter for good measure. I tried to signal my disinterest by lowering my head and leaning over my phone screen.
“Yeah-” he said, charging full speed ahead like he didn’t even need me for this conversation. He clearly had something to say all prepared.
"And you know, it’s funny. But I used to be scared of- people- people with disabilities,” he said, with a smile and lean-in, touching his fingertips together, making me want to punch his face.
I was in a bit of social shock. I just kept thinking, are you kidding me? This Ikea food court confession is happening right now, huh?
“Not physical disabilities, but mental disabilities.”
He was so smarmy, you guys. When he said that, I think my soul left my body. And I had no idea how to either respond or extricate myself reasonably.
I hesitated, looked from this guy to his children, who were watching the exchange with awkward interest.
“Oh. Uh. Well, I’m autistic, so…” I let my words trail off. To this day I have no idea where that sentence would have gone.
“Oh. Oh! But I mean, you can’t tell,” he turned tomato red. “You’re so well-spoken and- I guess you could say that you have really overcome.”
As he was fumbling, I was giving him an exaggerated but sincerely felt grimace and an unimpressed "ehhh”.
At his pronouncement of my overcoming, I sat up straight and said, loudly and pissed enough that his children started looking worried, “Uh, yikes. No.”
Guy’s daughter looked like she would rather he did anything but continue talking, but that’s what he did. Like any allistic abled white dude worth his salt /s, he powered through, ignoring my obvious and projected displeasure.
“But, I mean. In school, it’s funny, because it ended up that most of my friends were handicapped. I guess I kind of protected them-” His voice took on an artificially soft, sticky quality. It was at this moment that I snapped.
“Okay. I’m going to cut you off there,” I said. I put my hand up. His tomato face spoiled.
“What? Why?” He seemed torn between expressing frustration and wanting to appear kind-hearted and open-minded in front of his children.
“Well. Uh. Ugh,“ I looked at his kids, wondering how harsh or how kind I should be. I hated that he put me in this spot. In that moment I hated him so much.
"Well, you’re saying a lot of stuff that non-disabled people think is nice to hear, but it’s not. It’s just- it’s just not.” I knew it was pointless to try to explain. My words were failing fast. He didn’t really care, anyway.
“I wouldn’t even be able to explain it to you,” I shrugged.
He gaped at me. Now he was angry. This wasn’t going how he had wanted it to.
“I know you’re coming from a good place. But it’s not nice. It’s just not… yeah.” I gripped the handle of my cane in one hand and my phone, Pokémon Go forgotten, in the other. I fought the urge to literally run away. I felt the surreal pressure of my behaviour being one of these kids’ formative disability-related experiences.
“Oh. Uh. Well. Okay. Sorry,” he said, embarrassed, not sorry. “And uh, thanks for saying that,” he said, trying to get me back. I looked away.
“I just-” he started. Even his children looked unhappily surprised that he was trying for that last word.
“I just want to say that you’re great.”
I didn’t look at him. I smiled at his daughter, who smiled back out of habit, more confused than anything. His son looked down at his DS, secondhand embarrassment turning him red too.
“Hmm. Well, your kids seem nice,” I offered breezily.
After that, I moved away from the circle of green chairs and sat in an uncomfortably high stool in the corner. I hid there, head down, my hands shaking very slightly, feeling paranoid. Like I failed. And that my friends, is ableism.
masterpost of iconic lines/moments in Froot (2015) by Marina and the Diamonds
when the chorus effect starts on the line “melted away like I was free” and my soul escaped my body, went to hell, and was immediately forgiven by the benevolent god that is marina diamandis
“I realize to be happy, maybe I need a little company” and I started crying one minute and forty seconds into the album
the sheer force with which my head was ejected from my body when she hits the high note on “I believe someone’s watching over me”
the chord changes in the bridge making me feel melancholy realness, honey
invented the piano, invented happy songs that sound sad, invented music
I’ve fallen asleep crying to this song an uncountable amount of times
THE FUCKING BASS RIFF IN THE FIRST TWO SECONDS which precisely and methodically severed my ear canal from my cranium
everything about this song
“ju-u-u-uice, la la la la la la la” >>> the entire discography of the rolling stones, the beatles, led zeppelin, and all of your dusty-ass “iconic” faves
the sultriness of the fucking low G she hits perfectly and consistently throughout the verses
“but I ain’t in a patient phase” probably the most iconic modern music will get
the way she sings “come on fill your cup uuuuuuuUUUUUPP” shattering my femur
“i’ve been saving all my summers for you” assassinates all of the poetry by William Shakespeare combined
every part of the second verse, especially “baby I am plump and ripe, I’m pinker than shepard’s delight, sweet like honeysuckle late at night” which was better sex-ed than I received throughout my entire adolescent academic career
“birds and worms will come for me, the cycle of life is complete” making fucking DECOMPOSITION the sexiest thing anyone has ever said in the compendium of human history
The Fucking Bridge Melody that she sings well beyond the troposphere, above the stratosphere, and sitting sexily in the mesosphere
“oh my body is ready, yeah it’s ready, yeah it’s ready”
I’m a Ruin
marina single-handedly addressing the complexities of young-adult relationships with “I could treat you better but I’m not that smart”
the insane degree to which I scream “yeah yeah, uh huh, woo hoo, yeah yeah” at the end of the chorus, thus startling my neighbors and setting off car alarms
“It’s difficult to move on when nothing was right and nothing was wrong” making me spray tears out of my eyes like a machine gun
the way the back up vocals come in on “I’ve had my share of beautiful men, but I’m still young and I want to love again”
the dichotomy of “I’ll ruin you” and “I’m a ruin” are proven to be one and the same, thus ending the careers of marriage counselors across the world
the iconic and instantly-memorable backing track
the continuity between the themes of the last song with the opening line “we’ve broken up and now I regret it”
the FORESHADOWING of “and I don’t know why but I can’t forget it” which alludes to the themes of the NEXT song, Forget, basically proving Marina doesn’t need references to any body of literature but her own goddamn songs
“gimme love, gimme dreams, gimme a good self-esteem” ejecting my wig at mach 3 into another dimension
the sheer craftsmanship of the pre-chorus, which is perfectly catchy and memorable while refraining from cliches
the way the beat picks up on the chorus and I demand my non-existent ex to “gimme one more night”
“I’m sick of looking after you, I need a man to hold on to, I’m bored of everything we do, but I just keep coming back to you” proving marina is just as fed up with fuckboys as we are, but is just as flawed and hypocritical as us, showing her imperfections and making her more worthy of our worship
ending the song on the pre-chorus like the fucking INNOVATOR of MODERN MUSIC she is??? like please tell me WHEN will your fave
this list doesn’t include the visuals from the music videos but I will make an exception for the ICONIC wig she wears in the video
the vocals for “never heal” sending me into a tailspin and crashing into a ditch at 70 mph
50% of the chorus is the word “forget” and it is STILL the height of modern literature
after her mention of an “abacus” in the second verse, abacus sales went up 2000% and surpassed their unprecedented popularity in ancient Greece
“yeah it’s time to be letting go, yeah baby you know what I’m talking about” probably the most iconique start to a bridge physically possible in this dimension
“YEAH I’VE BEEN DANCING WITH THE DEVIL I LOVE THAT HE PRETENDS TO CARE IF I’LL EVER GET TO HEAVEN WHEN A MILLION DOLLARS GETS YOU THERE OH ALL THE TIME THAT I HAVE WASTED CHASING RABBITS DOWN A HOLE WHEN I WAS BORN TO BE THE TORTOISE I WAS BORN TO WALK ALONE” is not supposed to be a high-intensity part of the song but I don’t fucking care obviously
the way she fucking develops the lyrics of the chorus throughout the song and makes each line the best life lesson you ever heard??? who is this woman?????
by FAR the most underrated song on the album for no goddamn reason like, have you demons even listened to it?? hmmmmm????
i have no idea how the accompaniment was made for the song but whoever did it was a genius and needs to be remembered for the rest of time
“doesn’t matter long as I am your star, sta-AAARRRR” melodically groundbreaking, please take notes everyone
“don’t think i want what I used to want, don’t think I need what i used to need” addressing the pains of growing out of old friendships and passions in a fun approach
“you can’t take away the Midas touch, so you better make way for a GREEK GOLD RUSH” YES MAMA REPRESENT YOUR COUNTRY LIKE THE GODDESS YOU AAAARE
knew she could rhyme “El Dorado” with “Colorado” and fucking did
the fade out at the end of the song painting her as a con-artist or corrupt gold-dealer being hauled off to jail while reveling in the near success of her schemes is what???? I C O N I C
Can’t Pin Me Down
this song is direct proof that marina is a straight up motherfucking KUNT in charge of her destiny. the album is labeled as explicit because of this ONE song and only ONE line: “you might think I’m one thing, but I am another. You can’t call my bluff, TIME TO BACKUP MOTHERFUCKER” like not only is this the most badass line in the history of language, but this line was so important to her that she made the album explicit JUST FOR THIS ONE LINE. SHE IS AN ICON. END OF STORY.
she is a feminist! BUT! “Do you really want me to write a feminist anthem, I’m happy in the kitchen cooking dinner for my husband” proving that you do NOT know this bitch. she is nothing you think she is. except that she is an I C O N.
the meter of “just another girl in the twenty-first century” has me unpredictably and immeasurably shook because she is just! that! kind! of! girl!
“You think I’m like the others, boy you need to get your eyes che-e-e-e-e-e-ecked, che-e-e-e-e-e-e-ecked” blew the skin clean off of my face
“i can be your russian doll” like,,,, gag
the entire concept and existence of this song is revolutionary and cements her position as the strongest female artist of our generation
holy FUCK you guys love to hate amazing songs, don’t you?? this song is without a doubt one of my favorites and you fuckers have the NERVE
the production on this song is one of a kind and continues to prove her versatility in style on this album. any reservations you had about her from electra heart better be EVAPORATED by this point.
the melodies on this song are, besides Froot, the catchiest on the album for me. they are so well crafted and inventive, i am shaking
“hard like a rock, cold like stone, white like a diamond, black like coal, cut like a jewel, yeah I repair myself when you’re not there” is such an amazing pre-chorus for this song like it could no possibly be better than that
the way the mood shifts from the verse to the chorus cut off my arms with raw blunt force
the flourish on the line “and I’ll admit all I wanna do is get drunk and silent” gave me an aneurysm
holy fucking SHIT the end of the bridge is for sure a highlight on the album. “but I’m not cursed, i’m not cursed, I was just covered in dirt” like damn marina go all the way off
the extra-dimensional high notes on this song are second to none, babes
Better Than That
“You’re just another in a long line of men she screwed” is the FUCKING WAY TO START A SONG, GIRLS. ARE YOU JOTTING THIS DOWN??
“So why’s she looking like a cat who got the cream?” ugh marina is so perfect I cannot deal with this bitch anymore
the sheer vocal talent on the chorus, like how high can this girl go? someday she’s going to rupture my eardrums and I will thank her personally
“with an angel voice, devil in disguise” the vocal production for this is perfect and successfully made me shit myself
“and she’ll network till her dreams come true, even if it means getting in a bed with you” miss marina is out for BLOOD everyone, the music industry is cowering in fear of her objective talent and lack of fucks
“i’m not passing judgment on her sexual life, I’m passing judgement on the way she always stuck her knife in my back” whoever this woman is she is getting READ for FILTH by lady diamandis and you all need to watch your backs
this song is straight out of a sappy rom-com and I am fully living for it
“but it keeps growing back like WEEDS” I am currently screaming please give me a moment
“and God knows what sex is, a way to feel a bit, a little bit less lonely” marina chose sex to be a prominent theme on this album but she has shown she can handle it in the moment mature way any woman in the industry can. it’s subtle, it’s methodical, it isn’t vulgar, it’s just straight real and honest and such an important thing to discuss! this song is another aspect of how sex can be important in our lives. she better preach tbh
the aesthetics can reserved character on this song are a beautiful contrast that the album needed. filler tracks who???
full disclosure, this song blew a hole right through my body with the sheer impact of its lyrics and chorus
there are so many fucking good lyrics on this song, it’s truly baffling that anyone has a career in the music industry after this was dropped
“I’m not afraid of God, I am afraid of man” I am Screeching
the first beat of the chorus, my bodily fluids are already dripping from the ceiling and my bones are crushed into a fine powder
“underneath it all, we’re just savages hidden behind shirts, ties, and marriages” she is prophet, the chosen one, the woman who will deliver us from our mortal coils
“another day, another tale of rape, another ticking bomb to bury deep and detonate” Marina is fully aware of the important problems our nation is facing at the time the album was released and even to today. she isn’t a shallow artist like the persona she created in electra heart, she has become almost the exact opposite. She is taking on these issues with a clear judgment and grace and I am so proud and appreciative of her work.
“are you killing for yourself or killing for your savior?” YES YOU BETTER ASSASSINATE THESE MOTHERFUCKERS
the buildup in the last chorus to the E T H E R E A L ending is clearly the climax of modern pop music
you could play this song for me and tell me it’s a message from an angel and I would 200% believe you
the melody on this track is so fucking pristine it’s like a glacier melting in your mouth
it continues the themes of humanity from Savages but looks at a completely different issue about it. this album is cohesive, planned out, and a complete and full body of work
the moment the chorus hits with “I’m forever chasing after time” my limbs are being forcibly extended by a device of love and torture
“but if the earth ends in fire, and the seas are frozen in time, there will be just one survivor, the memory that I was yours and you were mine” ok not kidding anymore this is STRAIGHT up MOTHER fucking POETIC genius and innovation at its most concentrated and talented moment
when she says “twice” on the high note in the chorus, it’s like the most beautiful bell shattering in my ear, tbqh
THE FUCKING BRIDGE is actual art. “I just wanna be able to say the I live my life” the way she executes this melody is cold-blooded and frankly she should be charged with manslaughter for it
bottom line, Marina Diamandis released the biggest breakthrough in pop music to date in 2015 and all of you demons let it flop. if you have the nerve to call this album a failure, I have literally 0 respect for you and no one is ever going to love you
The types and what I think of them based on what I've seen from my friends(and probably a little insulting)
~as an INTJ
- can make a bitch face that makes you cry
- probably thinks u stupid
- says that MBTI is shit
- has an ENFP friend(“ENFP no!”)
- that friend who has ultra weird ideas when drunk
- probably most adorable smile on earth
- most of the time just rising eyebrows and blinking
- bossy af
- prima ballerina
- she is beauty she is grace
- she will punch you in da face
- always in warm socks
- also an actress
- knows how to build things
- basically good at everything
- will shout at you if you do something wrong
- probably slept with almost all male friends
- a n n o y i n g AF
- never shuts up
- meme queen
- so loud
- not funny jokes
- make up queen
- at least smart
- thinks she’s better than you(and maybe she is)
- if you take a sip from her mug u die
- has an ENFP slave
- kinda selfish
- another fashionista
- if she laughs the whole room laughs with her
- soooo much self confidence wow
- THAT SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE
- garbage lord
- writer buddy
- has ton of OC’s AND GAY SHIPS
- cannot into decisions
- junky food
- don’t like loud people
- constant lala land
- savage without even noticing
- has 8 minute long video of herself eating french fries on her phone
- impressive self control
- cute laugh
- the best person to rant with
- can’t stay in one place for a minute
- suddenly disappears in a middle of a party
- daydreaming a lot
- likes to drink A LOT
- too many friends
- nice for everyone ugh
- that laugh which sounds like a puppy riding a pink bicycle in a tuxedo
- can bring ENTP back to earth
- mom friend
- has too many friends HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE
- gonna steal your friends without even noticing
- likes fancy drinks and kitschy things
- obsessed with doggos
- sudden outbursts of anger
- really anxious when driving
- doesn’t understand a concept of a personal space
- another bitch face
- can rise one eyebrow HOW U DO DIS?????
- doesn’t understand memes
- lack of self confidence
- secretly hates u
- wears comfy clothes but looks so good
- has a lot of savings but hardly ever uses them
- they knows better ok? don’t even try to tell them that they are wrong
- don’t particularly like pets
- perfect teeth
- so so so smart once again
- sometimes are rather calm but sometimes… don’t ask
- that kid who asks too many questions during your presentation
- constant bitch face
- falls asleep during parties
- a rant person
- hard working
- teachers like her
- will help you EVEN WHEN YOU HAVENT ASKED FOR HELP
- has a lot of friends
- drinks a lot
- daddy’s little princess/mama’s boy
- smoking a lot
- tells everyone what to do
- white Kanye West
- would kill u if u did something with his shoes
- likes weird electronic genres of music I can’t even name
- on 9gag all the time
- knows all memes
- League of Legends pro player
- can make funny faces
- looks like he was angry
- black humor(especially likes jokes about Jews)
- awkward silence gains a whole new meaning
- the whitest person I know
- “what do u meat it was sexist?? it was funny!!!!”
- only wears yellow pants
- likes PE teacher probably a little too much
- can’t find a girlfriend
- will massage your feet if u don’t watch them properly
- has stupid ideas
- likes basically every person
- drinks wine at parties even though he says that true man should drink only vodka
- don’t know when someone is mean to him
- hey lets go to the another city and get drunk!!! because why not
- class clown
- talks about her life too much like seriously
- and also about various secretions of her body
- probably gonna end up in jail
- smart and stupid at the same time
- has problems with concentration
- has problems with self-esteem which she covers acting out like a douche
Pairing: Jimin x Reader Genre: witch!au (sort of based on the secret circle), smut, comedy, slight angst Warnings: dom-ish!jimin, magical sex rituals (so slight blood play, breath play, temperature play), rough sex, cumplay Word Count: 10k+ Summary: Theonly reason you agreed to do this magical ritual with Park Jimin’s Circle was for the sake of your own Circle - to strengthen your individual magic. Yes, that means you’ll have to fuck him, but no, you weren’t happy about it because you hate Park Jimin. Once again, you were only doing this for your Circle.
omg those christmas aus - “i know we hate each other but it’s christmas eve and your flight was cancelled please come inside” or “drunken caroling” - or both?? for any set of characters you wish??
LATE LATE LATE snowed in christmas eve fic, idek what’s happening here but there are dogs!
It’s not that Stiles hates
his neighbor. Sure, he’s a huge jerkface who wears leather jackets, douchy
sunglasses and routinely tries to murder Stiles with his eyes. He calls Roscoe
a hunk of garbage. He’s got a
bombshell probably-girlfriend, Erica, who likes to snap her teeth at Stiles and
call him Bambi. He once grabbed Stiles by the scruff of his neck and growled in
his face about, uh, a missing newspaper or handprints on his Camaro or
something—Stiles was definitely not too
turned on to listen properly, and who drives a fucking Camaro in a place where
it snows sixty percent of the year round?
But Stiles doesn’t hate him. He’s not sure he’s capable of
hating someone that smoking hot. Not to mention the fact that he owns dogs.
Kira shrugs a little
and says, “He’s nice to me.”
“Then why don’t you
go ask him for a cup of milk,” Stiles says, staring morosely down at the empty
“I’m not the one in
desperate need of Lucky Charms. Also,” she swings her bag up onto her shoulder,
“I’ve got a bus to catch.” Her grin is cheeky, but the way she trips over the
rest of her luggage kind of ruins the effect.
Stiles sighs and
says, “If you’d wait a couple days, I can just drive us both.” They’ve got three
days until Christmas—plenty of time to drive the mere five hours back to Beacon
There’s a break in
the mountain weather, though—wind chill holding steady at a balmy 21 degrees,
the sun glare even making the snow melt into slick black ice for fun nighttime
driving—and Kira’s not going to tempt fate. Stiles wishes he could leave today too, if
only to save him from having to ask Derek Fucking Hale for cereal milk. Unfortunately,
he volunteered to take shifts right up until Christmas Eve, like an asshole.
“The bus always
smells like feet,” Stiles tries one last time.
Kira just cages his
face in her hands and tugs him down for a forehead kiss.
Stiles slumps into
her hold and says, “Tell Scott I love him.”
“Will do, peaches.”
She bounces on the balls of her feet right out the front door, slips down the
icy steps with a, “Crap, oops,”—Stiles holds his breath, arms out and legs
locked, he wouldn’t get to her in time, anyway—and is caught by the strong,
manly arms of Derek, who swoops in with nearly preternatural speed, Christ.
His dogs, Josh and
Pongo, take advantage of the dropped leashes and wiggle their furry butts right
up the front stoop to sniff at Stiles’s crotch and then make themselves at home
on his sofa. They’re both doofy lab mixes that ruin Derek’s street cred by
routinely eating paper towels and hacking them up on Stiles and Kira’s
Derek says, “Are you
okay?” with this deep eyebrow v of concern that makes Stiles want to puke.
He’s almost ninety
percent sure Derek has an inappropriate crush on Kira, and that his
The sad part is that
Kira’s going to be moving home when her journalism internship at Hollow Moon Times is done with, but
Stiles will still be stuck out in the boonies for the foreseeable future.
No matter what his
dad says, he doesn’t see how being the under-sheriff of a sleepy little
mountain town can give him real policing experience. While there’s a slim
chance Moon’s Hollow is a hotbed of secret mayhem, Stiles was forced to arrest
an overweight raccoon last month, and Tim Gareth seems to vandalize the Wolf’s
Den pub’s singular bathroom regularly with forestry propaganda just so Kira can
Kira straightens up
sprightly and says, “Oh, I’m fine! That was a total wipe out, thanks for
catching me.” She pats Derek’s arm as he lets her go, his face completely
flushed, either from the praise or the frigid wind. He’s probably thrilled to
have his hands on Kira. Derek Hale has perfect complexion to go with his
perfect lumberjack beard—the quality of it would be pretentious if they didn’t actually live on a mountain.
Stiles has basically
been a wind-chapped tomato for the entire five months he’s been living here. He
can’t grow even the tiniest bit of well-groomed scruff to save his life, so it’s
either look like a patchy bum, wear a ski-mask, or hope that in five years
he’ll have the weathered skin of an Alaskan bushman.
None of his options
are appealing. He should adopt some Norwegian skincare regimens.
Derek glares over his
shoulder at Stiles and whistles for Josh and Pongo, who ignore him in favor of
licking the top of Stiles’s coffee table.
Stiles sighs and
steps into his boots. He says, “Come on, assholes,” as he grabs his coat.
Pongo barks at him
and then disappears into the kitchen.
Stiles jabs a finger
at Josh, currently wriggling under Kira’s favorite afghan, and says, “You
better not eat my TV remote again,” before pulling the door closed behind him.
“What are you doing, Stiles?”
“We are going to walk Kira down to the bus stop, and then you are going to give me a cup of milk,
and we’ll call any damage your monsters do to my kitchen trashcan an even trade.”
Kira says, “I’m fine,
though. But, uh,” she frowns down at her three bags, “some help would be great.”
@ashlynblack30 asked me to write about Draco wearing Harry’s glasses that he stole. And sweetie, can I just take this moment to tell you (again lol) how amazing you are? Thank you so much for your lovely and kind words 💖 Even though I am very, very certain this is far from what you imagined when you asked me to write this, I still hope you’ll like it? :)
It probably hadn’t been the best idea to actually wear the glasses. Or at least it would have been better to just wear them at home and not to work. People were giving him all kinds of funny looks. Because, of course, they recognised the glasses. How could they not? They were incomparable and there was no question who these glasses belonged to.
Even if his colleagues didn’t assume Draco had stolen them, it made him look like a weird fanboy. That was the last thing he wanted people to think. But the urge to wear them had been bigger than the dread of all the humiliation he would probably face.
It had been so easy to steal them. Potter had fallen asleep on his desk, as he usually did these days. Draco had simply slipped into his office and snatched the glasses from his desk.
Draco turned around and cursed under his breath. Damn it! What was Weasley doing here? Wasn’t he supposed to be on holiday with his wife? He eyed Draco suspiciously, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“Are you wearing Harry’s glasses?”
“Why would I do that, Weasley? That is absolutely ridiculous.”
“I’ve never seen you wear glasses before,” Weasley insisted. “And you want me to believe it’s just a coincidence you show up here with glasses that look eerily like Harry’s, while Harry is in St Mungo’s because he couldn’t find his?”
Draco couldn’t help but gape at him.
“What? Potter is in St Mungo’s? What happened?”
“He has a concussion. Apparently, he kept bumping into things in his office, because he couldn’t see anything. When we found him, he was buried under one of his shelves.”
Draco’s eyes widened. Fuck! That was not what he had intended.
“Will he be okay?”
“I guess so. He already told the Healers he felt fine. But they want to keep him there for observation.”
Draco nodded absentmindedly, while the room suddenly started spinning. His right hand flew to his temple as a sudden shooting pain rippled through him.
“So, are you going to tell me why you stole Harry’s glasses?”
“I can’t talk right now. I’m busy, Weasley. Tell Potter I hope he gets well soon.”
“Yeah, right. Because you’re so concerned about him,” Weasley yelled after him as Draco hurried away.
Once he was in his office, he closed the door behind him and leaned against it. Everything was blurry and he felt really dizzy. It was almost like the floor was moving beneath him, making it hard to keep his balance. Maybe he needed to lay down for a bit. Yes, that sounded like a good idea. But before Draco could make his way over to the sofa, another wave of dizziness hit him and everything went black.
When Draco opened his eyes, everything around him was white. This definitely wasn’t his office. He looked around, dazed, until he realised where he was. St Mungo’s. He tried to remember what had happened. He had been in his office… Had he fainted? Everything was still a blur.
He tried to sit up carefully, his body aching as if he had been hit by a bludger. Multiple times.
“You’re finally awake.”
Draco jumped. He hadn’t realised there was another person in the room. It didn’t take him long to spot the mop of black hair in the bed beside his. Of all the rooms in this bloody hospital!
He was wearing different glasses. Well, obviously he was. Draco still had his. Or did he? It didn’t seem like he was wearing them anymore. Thank Merlin! That would have been awkward! Speaking of awkward, Potter and his new glasses were a very strange sight. The frame was angular shaped and thick. And yellow. It looked horrible on him.
“So, what happened to you?” Potter asked. He was sitting crossed-legged on his bed, his elbows resting on his knees.
“Um… I’m not exactly sure,” Draco said quietly. That wasn’t entirely true. But he couldn’t say anything to Potter. Not now. Not ever.
“Okay.” Potter gave him a weird look that made Draco want to avert his eyes. “Look, I don’t want to make things unnecessarily uncomfortable right now, but I have to ask you. Why were you wearing my glasses?”
Draco gulped. Had Potter seen Draco wearing his glasses after all? When? When he had been brought in? Where were they now? His eyes quickly darted to the nightstand. No sign of them. Had Weasley told Potter?
Just play dumb.
“Why would you think I’d wear your glasses?”
Potter pressed his lips together, either out of annoyance or to suppress a smile, Draco wasn’t sure. Instead of replying, Potter got up and vanished into the bathroom. Draco frowned. When Potter emerged again, he was holding a hand mirror.
“I hate to break it to you,” Potter said, “but with those marks around your eyes, it’s pretty useless to deny it.” He handed Draco the hand mirror and looked at him expectantly.
Draco didn’t understand what Potter was talking about, until he took a look at himself. Around his eyes, on the bridge of his nose and on his temples were angry red marks. It almost looked like he was still wearing Potter’s glasses. Oh, for Merlin’s sake!
“So, care to tell me what-”
Before Potter could finish his question, the door opened and a bunch of people in white coats entered.
“Ah, Mr Malfoy, you are awake. Excellent,” one of the Healers said. “Hello, Mr Potter. Still insisting on going home?”
Potter made a face.
“I told you, I feel fine,” he grumbled.
“Yes, yes. Only a few more hours and then you are free to go. Now, Mr Malfoy.” The Healer reached inside his coat pocket. “These glasses you were wearing when you were brought in…”
Oh, great! Draco felt the sudden urge to take a pillow and smother himself with it.
“… it seems like they were cursed.”
“They were?” Of course, that had been his suspicion all along.
“Yes. You were lucky you weren’t wearing them that long. It might have had fatal consequences if you had worn them all day.”
Draco bit his lip and made sure his eyes didn’t wander over to the other bed. Potter wasn’t supposed to find out about this!
“Our specialist will take another look at them. In the meantime, you should rest, Mr Malfoy. I’ll bring you a few potions later. And we’ll get rid of those marks on your face. You must have had an allergic reaction to the glasses. Are they new?”
“Um…” Draco wiped his suddenly very sweaty palms on the mattress. “In a manner of speaking.”
When Derek shows up at Stiles’ back door that morning with a basket full of about three dozen cookies, all carefully iced to look like Batman and Spider-Man, Stiles doesn’t say anything. He just gets up from the kitchen table and opens the screen door, and then he looks down at the basket for a long, long moment, and then he rubs the heels of his hands into his eyes and groans.
He looks kind of… unkempt. He’s wearing the same sweatpants and lacrosse hoodie he’d had on two days ago when Derek saw him at his mailbox, and his hair is sticking up everywhere, and it’s obvious he hasn’t shaved in a while because there’s some actual stubble there. Derek didn’t think Stiles was even capable of facial hair. It only adds to his attractiveness, but still, Derek can’t help but be concerned.
Derek doesn’t usually start conversations, but today he feels like making an exception. “Are you okay? This is a lot more baking than usual, even for you.”
“What? What do you mean?” Stiles says, dropping his hands to his sides. His face cycles through about five or six different expressions before settling on something that’s probably trying to say “innocent and oblivious,” but… well. Derek might not know Stiles that well, but he knows Stiles is definitely not either of those things, ever.
“The cookies,” Derek says slowly. “That you leave on my doorstep a few times a week while I’m out on my morning run.”
Stiles glares down at the cookies Derek’s holding like they’ve betrayed him.
“We don’t talk about it,” Derek says slowly, unsure, “but I thought you knew that I knew it was you. I mean, no one else in the neighborhood even talks to me.”
Description: We are always yearning for someone, even if that person
may not exist in this tangible realm.
A/N: To whomever stumbles upon this piece of my heart, I sincerely hope you enjoy your stay :)
Warnings: Mildly Explicit Sexual Content
Apparently everyone had one.
And everyone would have the name of their destined other
half inscribed on the tender skin of their inner wrist when they turned 18.
It had remained the sole most exciting thing about turning
18 ever since you learned about the exhilarating phenomenon, something you had
been looking forward to more than the pile of presents you knew you would be
receiving on said day, more than the “surprise party” you knew your friends
would be throwing you, and more than being the center of attention for a solid few hours like all the other birthdays you’ve experienced in your life so far.
It was supposed to be one of the few things in life that are
guaranteed, analogous to a type of promise which does not revolve around
uncertainty or a surefire plan that is carried out without fail, an occurrence
not influenced by outside forces and has been written in the stars since the
beginning of time. Its assurance is assumed, which is also why its ultimate
letdown was able to spur so much damage.
Because on your 18th birthday, in place of the
sparkling letters of the name you could practically feel on your tongue,
painted in the vibrant colors of your most beautiful dreams, you are instead
left with a black horizontal line- dull, ominous, and utterly frightening.
Summary: Byun Baekhyun is the star player of your college’s baseball team - plenty of people have a crush on him, and of course you do too. But you have one thing they don’t have: a quiet friend who can’t pick up her damn phone and a head full of air. Scenario: baseball!au, fluff Word Count: 4,353
*rises from the grave* Why yes, I’m alive after being buried under a pile of work. That and I spent whatever small amount of free time I had to read the Coco novelization, which provided a lot of extra stuff and backstory which weren’t shown in the film. Here are my favorite parts of the book. Spoilers incoming!
Hector’s past attempts to cross the marigold bridge are hilarious. Before Frida, he tried to disguise himself as Diego Rivera, pretended to be an alebrije, and even considered dividing his bones and putting it in separate purses to transport himself to the Land of the Living
Despite Imelda’s ban on music, Coco subconsciously found ways to enjoy it. She loved dancing, regularly sneaked out to the plaza to dance with Julio and eventually fell in love with him because of it 😭
“But Mama, it can’t be as bad as we think. After all, music and dancing is how I met Julio.” “And shoes, m’ija, is how you will stay with him.” 😭😭😭
Pls I admire Imelda’s conviction but I also love how Coco never held a grudge against music (and her papa ugh I’m getting emotional) inspite of what her mama told her about it
Imelda had a pet cat when she was alive
Oscar and Felipe loved to experiment with shoe designs and tried to create ones with multiple functions
Coco thought of shoe making as a chore but Elena loved it even when she was little lol
Victoria and Elena inherited Imelda’s no nonsense attitude
Coco often thought about her papa even after she became a mother herself. Her memory of their time together was hazy but she remembered how she felt when she was with him and associated these happy feelings with music 😭
Miguel’s secret hideout was originally Coco’s! She secretly danced to her father’s songs asdfghjkl my heart hurts guhhh
Imelda, being the badass woman that she is, created a shoe empire in the Land of the Dead too
The Riveras went to the rehearsal place and Rosita and Victoria had fun tinkering with the stage controls. No wonder they knew exactly what to do at sunrise
I love how Hector admonished Miguel for saying that family only gets in the way of him following his heart and dreams 😭
Hector: “When I follow my heart, guess where it leads? It leads to my family.” Miguel: “Then why are you alone?” 😭😭😭
The Riveras, not just Coco, loved music naturally and only stopped themselves from enjoying it because of Imelda’s ban
Miguel was nervous that Ernesto won’t accept him but Hector assured him that he’s cool and talented and that Ernesto would love him
“You think he’ll let me play music? You think he’ll teach me?” “Of course. That’s what great-great-grandpas do.” 😭😭😭
Can we appreciate the fact that Hector genuinely cared for Miguel even when he thought he was Ernesto’s family? Even after Ernesto stole his songs and most likely ignored him in the afterlife???
Before the performance, Hector told Miguel to pretend that he was singing to someone he loves and said this was what he always do when he sings. Ohmygod my emotions! 😩
Coco sang to Miguel when he was a baby and she knew by then that he would take after her papa
The Riveras comparing Miguel’s stubborness to Imelda’s lol
Hector left Santa Cecilia for music and because he thought he could get inspiration and a living out of it. He got homesick and thought he could always be a musician even if he returned to his hometown
Hector and Ernesto grew up together and he thought of Ernesto as family asdfghjkl
Miguel calling Hector “Papa Hector” for the first time 😭😭😭
Miguel began to genuinely appreciate shoe making when he learned the dancing shoes in his hideout were Coco’s 😭 He fixed the shoes and offered it to her grave
Hector’s new shoes are (obviously) made by Imelda 😭
The Riveras singing together while they cross the marigold bridge ahhhhh
And of course, everyone singing and dancing together in the Rivera hacienda 😭
You think I’d be less emotional after seeing the film 4 times but nope. The book made me cry again wtf.