If Netflix or whoever decides to adapt six of crows into a tv show I need there to be a teaser trailer with none of the main characters, it’s just an unnamed old man in a work shop filled with steampunk prosthetics and other aids and when he’s finally done he holds up whatever he was working on and it’s a crows head cane and the screen changes to a date but then right before the trailer ends there’s a clip of a gloved hand wrapping around the handle
nobody likes the “bad boys” who insult and degrade their partners while wearing pastel polos with popped collars, people like REAL bad boys who wear leather jackets and take a lot of care in how they shape their pompadour and carry around stiletto switchblades and care about their communities and ride a motorcycle and rebel against the government and says stuff like “NOBODY insults my gal” and gets in fistfights with dudes who catcall their girlfriends. THOSE bad boys are the guys everyone wants.
One thing I like about Pixar films is how the happy ending isn’t always what you think it’ll be. The toys don’t go with Andy to college, Gusteau’s restaurant gets closed down, Mike and Sully get kicked out of university, Carl never gets Ellie to Paradise Falls. But they find out that what they wanted isn’t necessarily what they needed, and I really like the fact that kids get to learn that life doesn’t always turn out the way they dreamed and that’s okay.
I remember reading this post a couple years back, and the message stuck with me since
“The story I gave you was mostly true,” Neil said. “I might have left out some critical details, but I know you’re not really surprised by that. If we survive this year and you’re still interested, you can ask me for them later. I think it’s your turn in our secrets game, anyway.”
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“You aren’t going anywhere,” Andrew said; the same words, same promise… “You’re staying with us. If they try to take you away they will lose.”
Nothing but My Aching Soul 