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❁ ❁  “  I’ll take care of it then, ¿why are you so persistent in helping? Many would have already jumped onto the opportunity of resting.  ” Had she taught her too well when it came to work ethics? Usually, however, there was some underlying meaning to why she wanted to stay. Many would have said she was strong-willed like her mother, but she was softer when it came to sympathizing another. She was more patient, slightly more naive, too, but that itself had come with youth.

It was hard not to stare at her hand, still concerned as ever & contemplating on whether if she should use the car. But she mustn’t be too rash about this decision, she would call them later & ask how long it would take for them to come. As of now, this would have to do, & so far it seemed to be doing its trick. Now all she had to do was convince her to rest, which in her entire life she didn’t think she would have to convince someone to not do anything (herself being an exception).

“  You can keep your promise for another time. Your own tíos wouldn’t allow it once they see your state–& either way I’m going to make sure you don’t lift a single finger.  ” The child, unfortunately, was always in her mother’s sight, despite how far or close she was around her. Somehow, she figured it out, & whenever asked was asked about it, she would only take a glimpse of her dearest cat as a response.

                     ❝  Mama ---  ❞   The girl was STERN now with her voice ( --- she got it from her mother, of course. )   She glanced at her for a long while, brows knitted together while doing so. There was no use on arguing with her own mother for too long. The woman knew best more than anyone else in her life, in fact. Coco relied on her for almost everything, simply because she had no one else to rely on. Glancing down to the gash on her palm, knowing well that she couldn’t hold back the way she intentionally felt. Tears withered lightly on the sides of her eyes, threatening to fall.  

                                     Eventually, they did just that while she tried to come up with something else to say. In all honesty, this hurt a lot ----- There was a lot to say but there was more or less something to do OTHERWISE than to cry from the pain. However, she was still a child and therefore she was trying WAY too hard to keep her posture.                  ❝  Don’t be mad at me, I just want to keep helping ---- I didn’t mean to injure myself.   ❞  

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Imelda had a strong feeling she knew what little Coco was feeling and it was not food or drink or running too much. “Ay mija,” She pulled her close and pressed her lips to her temple lovingly, “I will get your something warm to drink, something to ease the pain and our cosiest blanket, pero primero...” She sighed as she began to explain, “you are not sick, Coco”

                ❝ --- No no !! I don’t want you to go through that trouble. I’ll be oh--- ❞    The pain within her lower abdomen was far too intense for her to finish what she was about to say. Besides, this was something that she couldn’t PIN POUT exactly what was wrong. Was this the end? ---- Did fate have it that she would be taken this way?  Leaning over more, she closed her eyes and waited for the end. A dramatic groan & the thought of wasting her mama’s precious cooking from earlier that morning. She felt it creep up from her lower intestine and settle in her throat.      While she had plans with Julio tomorrow --- there might be such a slight change in her plans & the fact that she didn’t know rather or not that she would live another day. ( --- of course she would, but from how this suddenly turned for the worse, she waited for just that. )         ❝  ¿Sabes qué?   M-maybe if I go for a walk I’ll feel better,  ❞    

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            ❝ —–   Mama ------ Ugh, yes. I’m in pain but I think it’s from whatever I drank or ate or  ----- maybe I ran too much yesterday so it’s muscle pain. ❞  Coco tried to think of all the LOGICAL things that would cause such pain.   Ashamed that she had to stop working because of all this. / @matriarcarivera

[lloronala]

Can you draw teenage Coco and Julio?

mutual drawing requests  ||  slowly & softly accepting

no lie–i had such a hard time with julio :,) but i really love these lovebird babies AHHH thank u for sending this anon!!!!

[blairwarner]

What is your biggest flaw?

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Being a Mother, it was a job that was as hard as it was rewarding, and sometimes, it felt even harder when you were left to do it alone. Imelda had seen her daughter waiting for her Papá, thinking, hoping he would return, that he would be back soon and she had seen the disappointment, the sadness, in her sweet face when he did not….it had been much worse, much, much worse, than the pain Imelda felt herself. To see her daughter suffer was worse than her own suffering. 

And it had driven her all the more to build something for them both, for their familia, but even after all that, even though the business went from strength to strength, though they had made their lives together, there was still times when she would see disappoint in Coco’s eyes…and it was worse when she knew she was the cause. But dancing…it required music, and with music came…..nothing good. And so there could be no dancing. Not in the Rivera family. 

“I am sorry, m’ija, but it is for your own good, to keep you safe, and to keep our family safe and strong and together” She gently took her daughter’s chin in her hands, “Nothing is more important than family, nothing” She spoke with strength and firmness, even though there was softness and love in her brown eyes. She wanted so much to take that disappointment away but she could not do it by allowing her back music….but she might be able to give her something else…. “Come with me, querido”

             ❝      -----  Mama, dancing can make us happy again.  ❞    Ever since she was REAL little, though she only recalled his face now --- her papa always played music before bed time & their song was usually sung quietly each night before she sleeps.   However, she couldn’t argue with her mother, they barely did --- after all. Coco never wanted to wrong her mother’s words or cause any kind of trouble. She was very well behaved despite sneaking off to dance toward the plaza every so often. ( --- she couldn’t help herself, the fact that music was always there ---- it was hard to ban from her life completely as Imelda wanted it to be.  )  

             Eyes glanced within her mother’s, feeling the sadness radiate from the other as well. They were both suffering in their own way, both abandoned, both left to fend for themselves.  Coco wanted nothing more than to be strong for her mother and help out as much as she could. A hand reached out grab a hold of her mother’s hem of her dress for a moment until following with no hesitation. Getting older she realized that she DID much for herself as she did for her mother.   ❝     Where are we going?  ----   ❞  

         Growing up without a father was quite difficult sometimes, though she knew she would likely never see her papa again in this life time --- it didn’t mean she should hate him. She absolutely adored her father and the memories she had of him ( --- though as years go by they grow more fuzzy, but she would NEVER forget their song or a the sound of a sad guitar. ) 

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know that i’m with you  ;  the only way that i can be   . until you’re in my arms again    .  .  .   remember me .

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       For the LONGEST time death seemed to be preventable ---- & it was hard to think that it would ever happen to her. Even after losing the two most important people in her entire life. However, she knew that she needed to stay strong for the rest of her family as well as her youngest. For the LONGEST time she replayed the song she and her father sang continuously within her mind & smiled when the memory seemed to replay like a rewound tape.  When legs began to not work anymore, she found it reasonable to HUM quietly to herself or to sing toward her great great grandchildren despite the ban on such a wonderful facet in which life has to offer. 

               The older she became the more willing she was to get away with the enjoyment of listening to music & the love that came from such. While her DAUGHTER had always been so strict about it, following in her grandmother’s footsteps, Coco was always opened minded until old age got in the way of everything else.  Music is an art, a way of expression & at times it was the most strongest thing in the WORLD to convey a feeling. It was hard to even speak without it --- and with that, mama Coco kept to herself when trying to think of faded lyrics of that of her papas. 

             Natural causes caused her body to fail & when awakened, she felt as though she was younger than she had been in years. Knees strong, able to properly bend while walking. Back held in a proper posture while shoulder’s no longer SLOUCHED or felt heavy with unwanted pain.  

            Once arriving to the Land Of The Dead, the light switched over to diverse shapes and colors, though there was no longer a heart --- hers fluttered while a laughter filled her throat.    Being greeted by someone no other than her papa. That voice WOULD be the one to conjure up memories. Arms wrapped themselves quickly around the other’s skeletal state with no question.     Tear ducks dry once dead, it seemed, but there were nothing but cries. The warmth of the hug reminded her of so many things ---- as such, a COMPLETED, perfected expression of the composer, the musician or the performer is witness to that persons significant life experience of MASTERING the music. Papa, she thought, was just like that. He was always willing to know what he liked as a person & played with his heart instead of what really attracted the world. The process of which he enjoyed music, Coco didn’t really remember too much of it ----  but she knew that the other tried very hard to please the ONLY people who really mattered to him.  A faint squeeze, the sense of REASSURANCE ---- 

                  ❝   Welcome home, papa. ❞     /    @petalodido ( x )

[alemanriq]

stress-relief doodlecín :,v

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❁ ❁  A joke? As if she would ever believe that. & she was right on the money about that. Her jaw fell down upon seeing blood dying the once white cloth, & the sight of it was enough to have made anyone faint. But she stomached it well, as it wasn’t the time to panic. “  M’ija, ¡you need to be more careful!  ” Taking her spare hand, she redirected her to a cabinet where the bandages were stored, & reaching up to hastily grab a roll, she began to tightly wrap it around her wound. It wouldn’t do much other than temporarily stop the bleeding from getting it everywhere, but it was better than what she had before.

“  Ay, pobrecita…  ” The woman shook her head, once at her daughter, then another at the bandaged hand. She would have to call the doctor later that day, & pray that they were available to come over & properly treat her. As of now, a nearly devastated mother was to confront her daughter about her clumsiness, & after a moment of catching her breath, a deep frown was set on her face.

“  Coco, por favor. ¿How many times have I told you to be more careful when handling knives y scissors? I say that every time because I can’t–  ” Lose you. She stopped, pinching the bridge of her nose & letting her finish the sentence.

“  Anyway, you’re not going to do anything today other than rest–& I don’t only mean work.  ” Her child was known to sneak around & sometimes disregard her words, but she hoped that she would listen to her just this once, for her own sake.

“  What am I to do with you…  ”

                      ❝    Mama , no I --- I promised Tio Oscar that I would help him load things into the truck.  ❞        Sometimes Coco acted a lot more stronger than she usually was. Like her mother, she was rather stubborn and carried a lot of the traits in which she held. It wasn’t too difficult for Coco to get easily angry either or defensive. In fact, many people could easily tell as to who’s daughter she was just by the simply fact of how she reacted to certain things.   

              When being wrapped up in better bandages, flinching at the slightest touch --- at least she didn’t go ahead & cut off any of her fingers. CLOSE --- but all the fingers were safe and untouched. Sometimes she wanted nothing more than to find her own obstacles around things. Like when having no scissors , grab a knife --- SURELY it would do the same thing, wouldn’t it?  Or when not finding a stepping ladder, find a uneven box or stool and climb on top.  Things like that were there was no help needed, maybe in the end people would become impressed.  Instead, incidents like this happen to often & she could do nothing but feel ashamed of herself.

                The car was new & was the most expensive thing that owned now. With the business booming, the Rivera’s were glad to announce that they could now get around the city at a faster state. Although they only really ever used the car to get material for their shoes and walked else where throughout the town considering on how close everything was.   Perhaps a quick trip to the doctor, the car would get much use out of it. Yet none of them probably felt like DRIVING this morning & Coco would refuse to go anyway.  Placing her hand on her other arm, she lightly smiled from ear to ear in an innocent manner.        ❝   --- you’re gunna let me help today. I promised I would & I DON’T go back on my promises ,Por favor ❞  

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please tell me what is so wrong with making a disney / animated character gay , lesbian, trans ? ? ? ?  ? what is so wrong with people wanting to portray these characters the way they want to make things more interesting and comfortable for them. why do we keep getting anons like this i’m so tired ya’ll. i’m too old for this kind of stupidity if you don’t like something just unfollow and leave us alone.

[notyourprinccss-a]

“She doesn’t even have to try hard, she smiles and people fall in love.”

— wzedd61 (via wnq-writers)

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              ❝    YOU’RE SILLY. A Fox can not talk & the planets are usually HUGE. Sunsets only happen once a day. Mi madre always says that staring directly into the sun can make anyone go blind. ❞        The little girl giggled at the other’s stories ---- though she too ENJOYED them just as much. Happy enough to gain another friend who happened to be just as fond of roses as she was. 

    She placed a pedal within his hair while looking toward the sea of roses. OF COURSE none were particularly claimed by anyone so they were just simple roses.  A field in which she liked to sit and REMEMBER. Sometimes the tall grass tickled her feet that she got up and danced.   ❝   Would you like to sit with me? ❞    / @petitprince

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              ❝--- I am ONLY joking mama, please don’t take me seriously.  I was trying to cut leather with a knife instead of scissors because I couldn’t find them   Ah ---- ❞   Making a face, revealing the hand that had been behind her back. It had been wrapped with a near by cloth from one of the shoes. Her entire palm had been cut down to her wrist --- an INCREDIBLE painful even though she had frozen her hand with an ice pack moments before. The blood was SEEPING through the cloth and she knew from the sight of it --- LIKELY looked quite worse than it really was. She was also very hesitant on showing this to her mother, of all people. 

        THIS was because she would get lectured & in trouble for having such an energy. Coco bit down on her cheek once feeling the sting of the open wound come in contact with the cloth. 

      Such a small town had doctors but they were in a long walking distance & this wasn’t the time to go walking around. After a moment or so, a tear began to stream down her cheeks again. THOUGH she admitted to be rather strong, the pain was not likely bearable, to anyone.    Did she say don’t take her SERIOUSLY? Well, this was a serious situation and it would likely leave poor Socorro out of comission for awhile. Even if it wasn’t her dominate hand, the pain    ❝ lo siento Mama ,No quise mentir --- soy un idiota.   ❞    / @lloronala ( x )

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