throws this out at @stolensongs !!!! congrats for passing hector’s age!!
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throws this out at @stolensongs !!!! congrats for passing hector’s age!!
* TIME AND TIME AGAIN, HER FATHER HAD TOLD HER TO STAY AWAY FROM THE SURFACE. And time and time again, Ariel found herself poking her head above the waves -- even venturing upon the shores when she was sure she wouldn’t be seen. It was in these moments that she found herself lost in her thoughts, of her imaginings of what it would be like to live upon the shore with two feet instead of a fin, and it was in these moments that she sang what she felt in her heart. And it was that song that drifted upon the ocean winds, lulling anyone in range. Hearing someone approaching, she was quick to hide, sliding herself into the warm waters to hide her tail beneath the waves.
❝ Good morning. ❞
( @stolensongs // greeter .
Mis hermanos have been here for me when I need them the most. I wanted to draw something that showed how it feels when they send me the simplest of kind words. I originally wanted to draw a group hug, but I got hung up on the details. This is for you, mis amigos. You've done so much for me and been so supportive- whenever you need a hug, hermanos are there to give them and mis hermanos have done just that; especially when I need it most. @miguitarra @stolensongs @stifledtunes
@stolensongs liked the starter call!
Her smile is radiant as ever, ebullience soaking each word she utters. ❛ I think it was absolutely amazing! Really, it was wonderful. ❜
@stolensongs liked your post “I’m almost home so like this for a short starter?”
Cinderella had never seen such sights before, save for her imagination. Everywhere she looked there was color and such music and joy! Without realizing it, a bright smile had grown on her face. She turned to the nearest figure, eager to make sure she wasn’t still in her house, in her own little corner of the worlds she created. “You’re real, aren’t you? This is all real?”
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Mira couldn’t help the look of awe painted on her face as she stood staring at the colourful world before her. Surely it was not the spirit world Nookomis had described to her, but there was something that still felt similar to it. It was beautiful, really, but the half spirit woman hadn’t expected to really be seeing... Well, to be fair, she didn’t know what she had been expecting when she’d come to explore new worlds, but walking and talking skeletons had not been on that list.
She also probably could have been paying a little more attention to her immediate surrounding, which would have prevented her from bumping into someone from behind and startling her. Mira let out a short yelp and spun around to see who she’d backed into and stared at the skeleton for a moment or two before finding her voice.
“Ah... Nimaanendam. I’m sorry. I uh... I didn’t see you there. Are you alright?”
@stolensongs replied to your photoset “héctor leaving imelda.png @recuerdaxme / @stolensongs / @miguitarra /...”
deep breath I LOVE THIS MOVIE SO MUCH OMG THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY TO SEE
i want to stream it sometime because i just realised how interesting this movie is + that it exists. would you want to watch it again ??
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"This isn't a dream, is it?"
Shocked by the appearance of the skeleton man before him, Miguel lifted a hand to give himself a harsh smack to his own face. Then promptly repeated the motion with his other hand, and the other side of his face, in hopes that if he was dreaming, the action would wake him.
When that didn't work, he cautiously reached up as high as he could to deliver a light smack to Hèctor's face.
"Nope. You're definitely real!"
The feeling of smooth bone beneath his hand was enough to tell him that. As much as Miguel wanted to leap for joy at the sight of his great great grandfather, he also wanted to know why he was seeing said great great grandfather. He hadn't died, as far as he knew—he would have remembered if he had, he's sure of it.
"But, Papa Hèctor…what are you doing here?"