I've been seeing way too many white people complaining that Encanto is just a cheap version of Coco and it makes me furious because these two tell completely different stories!!??
It feels like these ignorant people see one Disney movie that represents latino culture and decide that that's enough and two movies that represent latino culture is already too much for them...
I am convinced if Encanto wouldn't play in Colombia or any Latin country, none of them would compare it to Coco.
Of course, if I wanted to, I could find a lot of similarities between those two movies but I feel like I could find just as many similarities if I choose any other Disney film to compare it to.
But I'm pretty sure the actual minor similarities that bother those people are the big families of poc and the Grandma as a matriarch, because that's the only major similarity they share, that other Disney movies don't have.
I'm just mad, these people get represented all the time and feel excluded so quickly once they see one or two movies that isn't about them. How entitled can they be???
If there are no crossovers between Over the Moon and Coco I will be sorely disappointed. They’re so different but they like. They go well together.
Colorful sets and fun character designs and great music and really heartfelt themes about how we deal with death and loss and honoring those that have gone before?
Like I cannot be the only one seeing these parallels.
A/N: Oh boy! Bring your tissues, cause this is gonna make you cry! 🥺 This covers the «Remember me» square from @sweetcannolicarisi ’s Disney Challenge 🥰
«Remember me, though I have to say goodbye», you whispered, caressing your daughter’s cheek as she laid in your lap. She had finally fallen asleep after being restless for much of the evening, like she knew what was going on. «Remember me, don’t let it make you cry», you added, tears welling up in your eyes as you sat there.
You almost didn’t notice your husband standing in the door to your hospital room, looking at the two of you. From where he stood, you couldn’t see it, but you knew he was crying too. It was what the two of you had been doing a lot lately, when your daughter wasn’t around you. «For even if I’m far away, I hold you in my heart.» You bit your lip, to keep from sobbing. «I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart.»
Mike came to join you on the bed now, wrapping his arms around you, pressing soft kisses to your bare neck. «Remember me, though I have to travel far.» You leant your beanie covered head against Mike’s. You weren’t ready for this, no amount of time would prepare you from what’s to come. But you had no say in the matter this time. «Remember me each time you hear a sad guitar», your voice was low, not wanting to disturb your sleeping child.
You felt yourself grow weaker. It was draining you to sing her to sleep, but it was a sacrifice you were willing to make. «Know that I’m with you, the only way that I can be», you murmured, cuddling up to your husband. «Until you’re in my arms again, remember me.» Mike’s head dropped as he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder.
He knew it was almost time. God how he wished he had more time, that you had more time. A million thoughts running through his head of how to tell your daughter that you were gone, of how to raise her how you would have wanted to raise her.
«Remember me, for I will soon be gone.» You shuddered at the sudden chill in the room, and Mike pulled you closer to him, careful not to stir too much and wake the little girl. «Remember me, and let the love we have live on.» Oh how you wished you could be here to see her grow up. How unfair it was that you only got two years with her. How unfair that she would have to grow up without a mother.
«And know that I’m with you the only way that I can be, so until you’re in my arms again, remember me.» You bent down to press a soft kiss to her head, tears threatening to spill.
Turning your head, you looked at your husband. «I love you, both of you. Teach her love, teach her kindness. Tell her about me, but don’t shed to many tears. Teach her happiness, and most importantly, re—rem.» You coughed, please God, you just needed to finish this one sentence. «Remember me», you whispered, and with one finale breath, you were gone.