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Coco follows the secret musical ambitions of Miguel, who resides in a lively, loud Mexican village but comes from a family of shoemakers that may be the town’s only music-hating household. For generations, the Riveras have banned music because they believe they’ve been cursed by it; as their family history goes, Miguel’s great-great-grandfather abandoned his wife decades earlier to follow his own dreams of performing, leaving Imelda (Miguel’s great-great-grandmother) to take control as the matriarch of the now-thriving Rivera line and declare music dead to the family forever.

But Miguel harbors a secret desire to seize his musical moment, inspired by his favorite singer of all time, the late Ernesto de la Cruz (Bratt). It’s only after Miguel discovers an amazing link between himself and De la Cruz that he takes action to emulate the famous singer and, in doing so, accidentally enters the Land of the Dead.

In the beautiful underworld, it’s not long until Miguel encounters the souls of his own family — generations’ worth of long-dead but no less vivacious Rivera ancestors, including great-grandmother Imelda. Still, given the opportunity to roam around the Land of the Dead, Miguel decides to track down De la Cruz himself. He teams up with another friendly (and skeletal) spirit — a trickster named Hector, voiced by Bernal — to find De la Cruz, earn his family’s blessing to perform, and return to the Land of the Living before time runs out.

Benjamin Bratt and Gael García Bernal will lead Coco alongside newcomer Anthony Gonzalez, who will voice the film’s main character, a 12-year-old Mexican boy named Miguel. Gonzalez was hired after serving as Miguel’s scratch voice during early development, proving himself indispensable to both the filmmakers and the character. Character actress Renée Victor also joins the cast as Abuelita, Miguel’s grandmother.

Coco will be coming your way on November 22nd 2017.

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600 celebration Prompt #3

You’re hiding something from me (Ubbe)

Originally posted by myfuckingfavoritegifs

My list of prompts can be found here. come at me with any others.


Thing’s had been strained and distant between you and your partner Ubbe. He hadn’t come to visit you lately. When you would talk with him you he would give on worded replies. Until you finally had enough and went arching to his door.

“Ubbe Ragnarson you let me in now” you bellowed through the wooden door.

“I’m coming” he cried back. You could hear his footsteps edging closer to the door. Your arms folding across the fabric of your dress. As he opened the door.

His eyes wide, you could tell he was worried.

“What is wrong?” he asked rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“You. Ubbe. You” You stated waving your hands about exasperated

“What do you mean?” he asked raising his brow.

“You’ve been distant. This is the most we have spoken for a matter of weeks”. You sighed rolling your eyes. “I’m fully aware you’re a busy Viking, planning raids and what not”. You looked up at him. You could tell he felt bad. “But I want my partner back. If you don’t step up forget it”. You said turning away and walking back to your place.

You could hear his brothers laughing in the background at the telling off their older brother had just received.

“Wait up!” Ubbe shouted in the middle of the village making your stop in your tracks.

“What Ubbe?!” you shouted. “You’ve been off with me for ages, I know your hiding something!”. He grabbed a hold of your hands and spun you around to face him.

“I am hiding something” he whispered Trying to get you to look at him. Cupping your face with his hand.

“Well tell me Ubbe. If you’ve been with another; If you’ve had enough. Just tell me” you said tears welling in your eyes.

“It is none of that” he said he sighed placing his lips to your lobe. “I could never do that do to you”. he whispered.

“then what is it?” you whispered, your heartrate calming down and breathing getting heavy.

“I want you to by my wife. My equal” He whispered just so you could hear. Pulling away to see your face.

“Pardon?” you your heart almost stopping.

“I want you to be my wife!” he said loud enough for villagers to hear. Your hands rushing to your mouth in shock as the tears started falling. “I’ve been trying to work out how and when to ask. But now seems as good as any”. His words rushed nervously. “is it a yes?” he asked tightening the grip on your hands before moving them to your hips.

“It’s a yes Ubbe. Of course, I’ll be your wife” you cried as you jumped at him. Linking your arms around his neck.

“Good because the telling off you gave me in there was awfully wifely of you” He laughed as he held you close. Villagers stopping and applauding the pair of you excited for the occasion.

anonymous asked:

What do you think of Kakashi/Mei? I actually really wanted those two to get together. Not in the crapilogue "let's make cute clone babies" kind of way but in the "I'm kinky, you're kinky, let's fuck so hard and loud that our collective villages shudder at even looking at each other, while still being awesome kages" kind of way.

o.o

Oh wow. Okay yes??? I could totally see this. 

Old Friends (Robb Stark)

So an anonymous asked me for a Robb Stark imagine and this is something I came up with at work instead of actually working.

You and Robb had met when you were little, you shouldn’t have been friends. He was a Lord and you were a simple stonemasons daughter, but at the age of eight neither of you cared. But will he remember you when you meet once again almost ten years later?

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A.F.W.R. - replacement chapter 2

Chapter 1 @piku-chan

Knock. Knock. Knock.

A blond teenager leaned up quietly in his silk bed. He was the the king’s son, Prince Adrien Agreste. Adrien pulled his hands out from under the covers and slowly rubbed his eyes, clearing it of crust and sleep.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

There it was again. It happened last night as well. A knock, but one that didn’t have a hand behind it.

Adrien silently slid out from under his covers and crept over to the door, muffling every slow step with a small snore. He’d have the item of surprise now as last time he wasted no time and ran over to the door, crashing over his carpet, only for the intruder to scurry back down the halls. He did often sneak out after all.

The Prince reached the door and put his right hand on the handle with quiet ease, at the same time grabbing a sword he rested next to his door. He quickly pulled the door open and jumped forward as he did so, sword now resting only a breath away from his intruder’s neck. Now, the questioon was, who lay beneath him?

Adrien pulled the hood from the person’s head and focused intently on the darkened face. Despite the low light, he was able to identify his inruder as the court lyre and his all-time best friend, Nino Lahiffe. His mouth was shut tight so he wouldn’t burst out in laughter and wake the whole castle, tears even beginning to form in his amber eyes. Adrien frowned. Another prank courtesy of the Nino. “Who else should I have expected?” he scoffed under his breath.

Adrien glared at Nino, hoping it might calm his bursting laughter, but despite the blond’s good intentions, Nino opened his mouth and filled the hall with with a deep yet childish giggle. Out of fear, Adrien slapped his hand over his friend’s mouth and dragged them into his room with the other, all under the blanket of dark night.

A quiet scurry of slippers came down the hall. Nathalie. It had to be her. She was the only one that lived in the eastern part of the castle, other than Adrien, of course.

This knock was meaningful. It wasn’t a prank. What would Nathalie say if she found Nino in Adrien’s bedroom? The King already hated him enough and Nathalie wasn’t one to keep secrets from King Gabriel. Everyone knew how close she was to him, rumors even sprouting about her possibly becoming the next queen.

“Adrien! I thought I heard noise in the halls! Are you endangered?” came from outside the door.

Straight to the point, no wavering voice. Classic Nathalie. Adrien yawned, acting as if he had just awoken. And she was gone. She didn’t like to waste time on simple matters. Her life was dedicated to the King, after all and Gabriel certainly wasn’t a simple matter.

Adrien turned to face the lyre. “You owe me.”

Clink. Clang. Clank.

Adrien jumped backward from the sword jabbing toward him. Nino’s sword. They were sparring at the moment and Nino had the Prince on the ropes.

Clang. Cling. Clink.

“You can do better than that, your majesty!” taunted Nino, even adding a quick bow to the end.

“That was a mistake,” Adrien cackled, slashing at Nino’s sword.

Clink!

There was no doubt about it. Nino was a force to be reckoned with. Adrien’s sword was stopped by his partner’s, a cheeky grin upon his face.

“Alright. We’ll stop,” Adrien chuckled. “It’s clear I won’t ever beat the unstoppable Nino.”

“You flatter me,” said man retorted.

They laughed, dropping their swords to the side and crossing the courtyard in order reach the fencing around the perimeter. As they walked, Nino turned to face Adrien. “‘Sure you’re ready to visit the village. You could always get robbed.” He chuckled again.

“Hey, you once grew up there and you haven’t robbed me yet,” the blond countered.

Nino burst into laughter, reaching up a finger to wipe his eye before answering, “Yet!”

The boys walked themselves over to the fence, laughing at one another’s jokes. They hopped onto the sharp fence with gentleness, careful not to be stabbed on the points, and landed safely on the ground. Then, they were off through the forest.

Everything was loud and noisy. The villagers loved Prince Adrien instantly and a party started in one of the numerous bars. It was almost too much to handle for such an introverted person.

Adrien turned to look for his friend and found him with his tongue half-way down a barmaid throat. He recognized her as Nino’s girlfriend from the all the descriptions the love-sick lyre gave. She was pretty after all. Now, what was her name again? Oh, It was-

Creak.

“Alya! A little help here!”

The Prince turned his head to face the open door-the source of the voice. She was gorgeous. From her raven hair to her bluebell eyes, her fair skin to her clearly over-worked hands, she was beautiful. It was love at first sight for Adrien Agreste. He knew it. The thumping in his ears was a tell-tale sign.

Adrien turned his head to face Nino and Alya, who were now loose from one another’s grasp. Alya smiled, but there was anger hidden behind it. She was mad that the girl interrupted her first make-out session in a month, but still ran over to help the girl with her bags.

“Mari! Glad your here! I have a friend who would just love~ to meet you!”

Alya turned to face Adrien, a suspicious grin plastered on her cheeks. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, meet Prince Adrien Agreste!”

There it was again. The thumping. Adrien smiled, whole-heartedly. 'Thanks Alya!’ he thought to himself.

He waved. “Hi!”

'Marinette’ squealed, dropping all of her bags and hiding behind Alya. 'Oh no, she’s scared of me!’ But oh, the opposite was true. Marinette Dupain-Cheng had silently loved the Prince for quite awhile now, but some people were just far too dense.

Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!

Things you need to know before visiting Malta

· When on a bus stop and your bus is coming, you have to stick your arm out for the bus to stop, otherwise it will keep driving on.
· The sun is powerful in winter as well. So if you plan on visiting Malta in winter you still need a hat and suncream.
· DON’T FORGET THE SUN CREAM
· Maltese people are very chill and helpful so if you ever need help just ask a Maltese. They always try to help even if their English is poor.
· We drive on the left hand side which is probably the reverse of everywhere else, so please remember to look both sides of the road before crossing (safety first, as most people forget and look at the wrong side before crossing)
· When you are in Malta, especially in summer, and you think you hear loud gunshots, fear not! They are just very loud fireworks from village feasts around Malta (Malta is very smol so you can hear fireworks from many villages)
· Maltese people like to eat, so food portions here are generally larger than in other countries
· Some Maltese houses have weird or funny names, so when you are bored just walk around and keep an eye on the names. Sometimes the names aren’t weird in themselves but there is a pattern in the streets (for example the houses in one street are all named like planets or flowers)

Salem

The year is 1692, and you are fourteen years old. 

You are made of salt and twigs and rye bread. 

You are the sound of a hymn floating through the village at dusk. 

You are the twines of rope that they cast fishing nets from. 

You are your father sowing the fields behind your house, 

You are your mother grinding barley in the kitchen. 

You are pure.


The year is 1692, and Dorothy Good is five years old, 

And she is in prison. 

She told them that her mother gave her a snake that wrapped itself around her throat and spoke to her each night. 

That summer they hanged her mother from the gallows of the Reverend’s lips 

Mouthing the words, confess confess confess


That summer your mother warns you to stay pure 

To eat your bread and say your prayers 

To stay wary of the woods and hidden things 

But that summer you are fourteen. 

With a darkness blooming underneath your collar bones 

With whispers threaded into your apron, 

With a cross around your neck that seems to burn and the feeling of thorns covering your scalp.

That salt that has covered your skin since birth seems to slip away with every step. 

You are shedding. 

You are molting. 

You are burning. 

Suddenly the hymns don’t seem loud enough 

And the village isn’t big enough 

And the rye bread tastes like poison but everyone keeps eating it and to be different is to be magic and to be magic is to be deadly 

And your mother warned you.


The year is 2015 and you are twenty years old. 

And sometimes your skin feels like a prison. 

And sometimes the walk from your car to your apartment door feels like a witch hunt. 

The keys you hold between your fingers scream heretic 

Almost as loudly as your red dress screams guilt. 

And when they ask, well what were you wearing? 

You remember Dorothy Good And the way her mother’s fate was sealed when she couldn’t recite the Ten Commandments. 

They tell you to only go out in groups. 

They tell you to stay in at night. 

They tell you to arm yourself, like you’re on the frontlines, and your fingers are bayonets 

And the salt that’s falling off your skin is actually gunpowder 

You are one spark away from burning at the stake.


I’m here to tell you that this isn’t a war. 

This is a witch hunt. 

This is mass hysteria. 

You are not part of a platoon. 

You will not meet the other side on the battlefield, you will not see the whites of their eyes. 

This is not a fair fight. 

This is being chased into the woods by the village you were born into, and then being told that only the guilty would run.


But you cannot burn something that has been smoldering since age fourteen. 

When they tied the rocks to your feet and said that real witches wouldn’t drown 

They didn’t count on the fact that you are real. 

That you are magic. 

Exodus 22:18 - thou shalt not permit a sorceress to live 

Do they think that anyone permits a sorceress anything? 

They saw your small wrists and thought that heavy shackles would hold you back, but they did not count on you reaching into your throat 

Grabbing that snake 

And slithering out.


So when they come for you 

With torches and ropes and rye bread 

Do not confess. 

Reach deep within your throat, through the layers of salt, 

Through the years of prayers, through the ashes and the shackles and quiet hymns. 

Reach deep within, 

and scream.

anonymous asked:

Do you think Charming and Regina have been engaged in a passionate illicit love affair, dating back to their time in The Enchanted Forrest, that will finally be revealed this season? Because I do.

looool can you imagine evil charming and regina as a couple

regina: *is out slaughtering peasants and burning shit and thundering around in her big black carriage o’ evil*

charming: *is putting marbles on the floor and tying the guards’ stupid ribbony uniforms together so when they try to run after people they fall down*

regina: *mURDERrrrrrRrrrrrRR*

charming: *sets off loud fireworks when the villagers are sleeping*

regina: *vENGEanceeeeeeee*

charming: *dresses up in regina’s tres tres fabulous evil queen clothes and issues proclamations like ordering everyone to hop on one foot all day or recite the alphabet backwards, also establishes the ministry of silly hats*

regina: *tortures prisoners*

charming: *sings ‘it’s a small world’ at them until they beg regina to come back*

Yay! Chapter 2! Enjoy! And thank you for the very kind review, @piku-chan! Btw sorry if Sabine and Tom’s jobs are off in chapter 1! Lol, you didn’t put the proper ones until after the 1st chapter! But that’s okay! I prefer yours better! And I am a little late! So sorry! Just things! Idek! Also, I realize we are probably in different timezones, so if I say a certain time, I mean EST time! Anyways, now to the story!

~~

Knock. Knock. Knock.

A blond teenager leaned up in his silk bed. He was the Prince, Prince Adrien Agreste. Adrien pulled his hands out from under the covers and slowly rubbed his eyes, clearing it of crust.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

There it was again. It happened last night as well. A knock, but one that didn’t have a person behind it.

Adrien silently slid out from under his covers and crept over to the door, muffling every slow step with a small snore. He’d have the item of surprise now as last time he wasted no time and ran over to the door, crashing over his carpet, only for the intruder to scurry back down the halls. He did often sneak out after all.

The Prince reached the door and put his right hand on the handle with quiet ease. He quickly pulled the door open and jumped forward as he did so. Now, who did he just tackle?

Adrien looked down. Underneath him was the court lyre and his all-time best friend, Nino. His hat had fallen to the side, showing his hair for once. His mouth was shut tight so he wouldn’t burst out in laughter and wake the whole castle, tears even beginning to form in his amber eyes. Adrien frowned. Another prank courtesy of the Nino. “What else should I have expected?” he wondered.

Adrien glared at Nino, hoping it might calm his bursting laughter, but despite the blond’s good intentions, Nino opened his mouth and filled the hall with with a deep yet childish giggle.

Creak.

Out of fear, Adrien slapped his hand over Nino’s mouth and dragged them into his room with the other, all under the blanket of dark night.

Step. Step. Step.

Nathalie. It had to be her. She was the only one that lived in the eastern part of the castle, other than Adrien of course.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

This knock was meaningful. It wasn’t a prank. What would Nathalie say if she found Nino in Adrien’s bedroom? The King already hated him enough and Nathalie wasn’t one to keep secrets from King Gabriel. Everyone knew how close she was to him, rumors even started sprouting about her possibly becoming the next queen.

“Adrien! I thought I heard noise in the halls! Are you endangered?” came from outside the door.

Straight to the point. No wavering voice. Even a little happy-sounding. Classic Nathalie. Adrien yawned, acting as if he had just awoken.

Sigh. Step. Step. Step.

Nathalie was gone. She didn’t like to waste time on simple matters. Her life was dedicated to the King, after all and Gabriel wasn’t a simple matter.

Adrien turned to face his friend. “You owe me.”

~~

Clink. Clang. Clank.

Adrien jumped backward from the sword jabbing toward him. Nino’s sword. They were sparring at the moment and Nino had the Prince on the ropes.

Clang. Cling. Clink.

“You can do better than that, your majesty!” taunted Nino, even adding a quick bow to the end.

That was a mistake. Adrien thrust at his distracted partner as he was standing up.

Clink!

There was no doubt about it. Nino was a force to be reckoned with. Adrien’s sword was stopped by none other than Nino’s, a cheeky grin upon his face.

“Alright. We’ll stop,” Adrien chuckled. “It’s clear I won’t ever beat the unstoppable Nino.”

“You flatter me,” Nino retorted.

The boys laughed, dropping their swords to the side and crossing the courtyard in order reach the gate.

Nino turned to face Adrien. “‘Sure you’re ready to visit the village. You could always get robbed.” He chuckled again.

“Hey, you once grew up there too and you haven’t robbed me yet,” the blond countered.

Nino burst into laughter, reaching up a finger to wipe his eye before answering, “Yet!”

~~

Stomp. Stomp. Laugh. Yell.

Everything was loud and noisy. The villagers loved Prince Adrien instantly and a party started in one of the numerous bars. It was almost too much to handle for such an introverted person.

Adrien turned to look for his friend and found him with his tongue half-way down a barmaid throat. He recognized her as Nino’s girlfriend from the all the descriptions the love-sick lyre gave. She was pretty after all. Now, what was her name again? Oh, It was-

Creak.

“Alya! A little help here!”

The Prince turned his head to face the open door-the source of the voice. She was gorgeous. From her raven hair to her bluebell eyes, her fair skin to her clearly over-worked hands, she was beautiful. It was love at first sight for Adrien Agreste.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Adrien turned his head to face Nino and Alya, who were now loose from one another’s grasp. Alya smiled, but there was anger hidden behind it. She was mad that the girl interrupted her first make-out session in a month, but still ran over to help the girl with her bags.

“Mari! Glad your here!” Nino always said she had been manipulative, so what was her plan now? “I have a friend who would just love~ to meet you!”

Alya turned to face Adrien, a suspicious grin plastered on her cheeks. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, meet Prince Adrien Agreste!”

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Adrien smiled, whole-heartedly. 'Thanks Alya!’ he thought to himself.

He waved. “Hi!”

'Marinette’ squealed, dropping all of her bags and hiding behind Alya. 'Oh no, she’s scared of me!’

But oh, the opposite was true. Marinette Dupain-Cheng had silently loved the Prince for quite awhile now, but some people are just way too dense.

~~

Okay, so everything is going a little slower than planned, but still! Everything will end with the festival! Okay? (I say okay so much ugh) And what? What’s with all the noise? Don’t worry we’ll get to that later! ;) Btw sorry if there are any mistakes! Hope you enjoyed!

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hello i’m julia a 19 year old lesbian from rio - brazil and this is me probably a little too excited with the tiny lgbt flag that now decorates my room!! 🇧🇷🏳️‍🌈 super happy to be @lgbtandlatinxandloud and celebrate this once again with you beautiful people 💛💚