guess whose turn is it for the sister trilogy posts <3
like the previous two posts i made about some realizations during the songs [the sister (heh) posts: waiting on a miracle & surface pressure & sister angst], this might have already been pointed out by other people in the past and it's probably really obvious anyway, but i might as well bring it up again because god i love this movie
something a friend and i noticed is mirabel looking at isabela longingly and was reaching out to her in waiting on a miracle
she retracts it then, of course, but...in the end, in what else can i do...
here, mirabel's able to understand a little more
and because of that, she's able to reach out to her oldest sister
she's able to do that and so much more
and with mirabel reaching out, isabela reaches back too :')
i love them sm, i love this movie sm
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Give it to your sister
Fandom: Encanto
Characters: Mirabel, Luisa
Summary: Mirabel hides sometimes. Luisa is no stranger to things becoming too much.
A/N: I am late as usual and just watched Encanto and needed to write something because I love that family with my whole HEART. I'm not sure how much I'll write for it, but feel free to send me prompts for now and maybe I'll fill them!!
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Mirabel hid sometimes, when it all became too much. She was certain no one noticed - everyone used to her being in the way, to her overwhelming urge to try to be of use. It always surprised her when she did it, because it was usually for the smallest reason. The last straw breaking the camel’s back. A change of tone. Someone ignoring her, or snapping at her, or the whole house moving to a rhythm she couldn’t keep up with and she finally realized she was tired. And so she hid. Not in the nursery, because that didn’t seem like hiding. Anyone could find her there. She didn’t want to be found.
Not immediately, anyway.
“There you are.” Mirabel caught the anxiety melting off of Luisa’s face when she looked up to find her crouching down to peek at her. “Only you would think to hide beneath Dolores’ bed.”
Mirabel grinned sheepishly. “I figured no one would expect me to go for the person who would hear me even approaching the door.”
Luisa laughed, delighted. “That’s clever. Too bad she could hear your breathing and told me to check on you. Scoot over.”
Mirabel did what she was told and didn’t bat a single eyelid as Luisa lifted the bed so that she could crawl under it too. “I’m fine,” she said before her sister could ask.
“You’re not.” She knocked their shoulders together as lightly as she could, but it still jostled her. “It’s okay. I don’t blame you.”
Mirabel wasn’t used to people noticing, except her mother. Even if they did, most of them kept quiet about it; her lack of powers as hush hush of a topic as Bruno’s existence. Antonio’s big day was approaching and the house was a whirlwind of preparations that she wasn’t getting included in. In fact, Abuela was probably two mistakes away from tying her to a chair to keep her from intervening. It was quite humiliating.
“Humiliating to be able to sit back and relax?” Luisa said when she’d finished ranting.
“To not be of use.” Despite her frustration she didn’t miss the way something flickered across Luisa’s face which she couldn’t fully interpret. “I don’t mean to complain, I promise-”
“It’s good to complain sometimes.” Luisa wasn’t looking at her, instead opting to pick at a speck of dust on the floor which only she seemed to be able to see. “It’s better than hiding.”
Mirabel buried her face in her arms, suddenly embarrassed. “I don’t mean to hide.”
“Hey.” A poke to her side. “Look at me.”
“Don’t wanna.”
Luisa let out a laugh. “Come on. Please.” She dragged out the word, almost singing it. Mirabel could picture her grinning, the way she would when they were younger and Isabela had pissed Mirabel off so that Luisa had to try to save the day. Luisa always tried to save the day. They were alike in that way, only at least her sister usually succeeded while Mirabel always failed.
Another poke to her side, as if Luisa could sense she was wallowing. “Mirabel.”
Mirabel whined, burying her face even deeper so that her nose was almost touching the floor. Maybe she should’ve found a better hiding spot.
The poke was suddenly aimed higher, which was definitely on purpose, and Mirabel cried out and tried to move her arm down to shove Luisa off, only Luisa grabbed it before she could and poked at her upper ribs again just where she knew it tickled.
“Luisa!” Mirabel shrieked, already laughing, realizing how close her sister’s now continuous pokes were to her armpit. “Don’t!”
“Should’ve looked at me when I asked you to.” She could hear Luisa’s smile in her voice, although she couldn’t see much as she’d knocked off her own glasses in her attempt to roll away in a space that was way too small for this type of activity.
Still she tried, rolling over to the side which Luisa was torturing to try to block her attacks, which of course just led to Luisa going for her belly, hugging her close in the process so that Mirabel couldn’t move away at all. Whatever she was saying through her laughter, Luisa ignored. Mirabel wasn’t entirely sure it made sense anyway, her words jumbled and choppy, her giggles bubbly and loud.
“I wonder how Dolores hasn’t burst in here yet, since it sounds like I’m murdering you.”
Dolores was, unbeknownst to them, standing just outside the room smiling at the sound of her cousins.
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102737294738 times i’ve watched the film and god it still makes me emotional
one particular realization i had is this
in this scene of surface pressure, we can see mirabel standing up from the ground, and her hand is hidden from view, but at one point (see second pic), we see it slightly raised
it looks like she wants to reach out to her sister and wants to help carry her burdens :')
brb gonna sob
sister (heh) posts:
waiting on a miracle what else can i do sister angst
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