#cecilia rivera

[aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman]

Aguirre, the Wrath of God (1972)

#aguirre the wrath of god #film #1970s #cecilia rivera #helena rojo

[adamwatchesmovies]

Aguirre, the Wrath of God (1972)

Aguirre, the Wrath of God is a unique experience. It puts you in the same state as its characters through its deliberately paced, minimalist story. They don’t know where the journey will end. Neither do you. It feels like someone is reading you the old, dusty pages of a journal that’s been dug up after decades of being forgotten. The “unimportant” moments - the kind you wouldn't mention in daily logs - are missing, which makes what’s not shown as important as what is. I wouldn’t want every film to be like Aguirre, but I’m glad this one is.

In 1560, Spanish conquistadors are convinced El Dorado, the legendary city of gold, is hidden deep in the Amazon jungle. With the search going nowhere and supplies running low, Gonzalo Pizarro (Alejandro Repullés) orders Pedro de Ursúa (Ruy Guerra) and a group of forty men (with their indigenous slaves) to build rafts and travel downriver to look for provisions. If they do not return within a week, their expedition will be considered lost.

The opening shot is a stunner. Simultaneously, we see the immeasurable power and folly of the conquistadors. The line of soldiers, noblemen and slaves traveling down the side of the Andes mountains is endless. When the camera zooms in to focus on the individual people, the spaniards look like ill-equipped martians clumsily making their way down the narrow path. In their metal armor (to defend against what?) with their halberds (to attack who?), following slaves who push cannons, wheel carts, and lavish litters carrying women dressed in fancy gowns, the expedition's imminent failure is obvious. Even if El Dorado did exist, how could they find it with this equipment slowing them down? Their quest is made even more foolish-looking by the camerawork. At first glance, the voyage looks epic. Then, reality sets in. Everything is short in a natural, unglamorous way. You "know" how this journey will end even before Don Pedro de Ursúa, his second-in-command Don Lope de Aguirre (Klaus Kinski) and Brother Gaspar de Carvajal (Del Negro) even step foot on their doomed raft.

Aguirre feels much longer than its 94-minute running time because once the journey to unknown places begins, that’s all the movie is. There are no character arcs. In fact, by the end, you barely know any of the characters. Each scene is like the highlights of a long, boring, doomed journey… that includes the sanity of the people in charge slipping away, daily attacks from unknown assailants, starvation, suspected murder, and death at every turn. It feels like journal entries brought to life in that Brother Gaspar wouldn’t have written about the life stories of the conquistadors who disappear in the middle of the jungle, or suddenly fall in the water because there’s an arrow sticking through their neck. All he does is tell us “Today, another man died. His last words were ….” The details aren’t important. What’s important is the way the movie makes you feel. Aboard the raft is a slave who knows how to play music. The only problem is that he only knows a single song, which he plays over, and over, and over. A jaunty tune becomes the sound of your sanity draining away. You see the crew making one bad decision after another, practically begging their journey to end in disaster. It can’t be that they don’t know what they’re doing. You get the impression that the jungle is compelling them to make the worst move possible. With the hallucinations that come in during the final scenes, the sudden bursts of violence that make you wonder if you just saw and heard what you did and the moments that couldn’t possibly have been scripted (they had to just happen while they were shooting), Aguirre feels so eerily real you feel like you're there. Like the men, you have no faith in any sort of satisfying ending but you keep moving forward.

Aguirre, the Wrath of God is a film for people who want something different. The plot is deliberately boring at times. Anywhere else, that would be a major flaw. Here, it enhances the experience. I know that doesn’t make any sense but that’s the thing. This movie doesn’t make any sense. It baffles you completely, which means it's unforgettable. (English dub, November 5, 2021)

#Aguirre the Wrath of God #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #Werner Herzog #Klaus Kinski #Helena Rojo #Del Negro #Ruy Guerra #Peter Berling #Cecilia Rivera #Dany Ades #Armando Polanah #1972 movies #1972 films

[tokruta]

A follow-up to my Miguel as Miguel Rivera's great-grandson post:

Just thinking about one of the Spiders from either the later half of the 20th century or the early 21st century playing some Ernesto de la Cruz music and Miguel bolts his ass down the hall to rip the device apart and then he storms away with no explanation.

Everyone now knows he hates Ernesto de la Cruz, but no one knows why. So people come up with wild theories, anything from de la Cruz being a time-traveling musical villain in his dimension to Miguel having a failed music career and being jealous of "the greatest musician ever". Those whose dimensions are after de la Cruz got exposed stay quiet bc the theories are funnier than just assuming Miguel really hates this specific murderous fraud from well over a century ago.

Meanwhile, Miguel just stomps his way back to his hidey hole and plays his bisabuelo's music (especially his covers of Hector's songs) loudly to calm down. Then he calls him and they talk about their hatred of Ernesto de la Cruz 🥰, he loves talking shit with his 100-year-old bisabuelo lol

#miguel o'hara #miguel rivera #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #spider man 2099 #coco 2017 #i can't stop thinking about them they're taking over my brain #i have this image of 6'9'' miguel helping his 5'3'' bisabuelo clean up and maintain his ofrenda in santa cecilia #while miguel rivera tells him all about everyone featured on it #his favorite story is about his tatarabuelo hector #maybe miguel one day tells his bisabuelo about being spider man and in return miguel r tells him about his life-changing adventure #in the afterlife #especially meeting hector and the story about how he actually learned what ernesto de la cruz did #and now miguel just has constant beef with a man whose been dead for well over a century #maybe there's a universe where he still killed hector but somehow became spiderman. miguel almost kills him on the spot #hasan't

[dragoneyes618]

I have no idea how patron saints work, but I like to imagine that Miguel's is Saint Cecilia.

#miguel rivera #comparison #Pixar coco #coco pixar #coco the movie #coco 2017 #coco (2017) #st. cecilia #saint cecilia #like his town's namesake #or is it confirmation saint? #one of those anyway

[northbndtrain]

Another day like every day.

#velvet #galerias velvet #paula echevarría #marta hazas #cecilia freire #rita montesinos #ana rivera #ana ribera #clara montesinos #luisa rivas #manuela vellés #velvet105 #las chicas velvet #lcv every ep #northpost #i started making these years and years and years ago #when i wanted to make content and had trouble giffing things #in even a semi-decent manner #i was like “well i can make a screenshot and mess with the coloring” #then i stopped i'm not sure why

[jinnikaz]

tag dump rapidinho.

#⁽ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒⠀ ﹕⠀ raelynn ‘ lynn ’ pearson. #⁽ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒⠀ ﹕⠀ hazel yong. #⁽ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒⠀ ﹕⠀ isabel rivera. #⁽ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒⠀ ﹕⠀ cecilia ‘ ceci ’ rosales. #⁽ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀i hate the way my thoughts aren't mine cause now they're yours⠀ ﹕⠀𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 & 𝑙𝑦𝑛𝑛. #⁽ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀because ours are the moments i play in the dark⠀ ﹕⠀ℎ𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑙 & 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑦. #⁽ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀the vacancy that sat in my heart is a space that you hold ⠀ ﹕⠀𝑐𝑒𝑐𝑖 & 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑤. #⁽ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀you love the chase but hate me for the run around⠀ ﹕⠀𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑙 & ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟.

[cibbytags]

⁽ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒⠀ ﹕⠀ cecilia  ‘ ceci ’  rosales.

⁽ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒⠀ ﹕⠀ hazel yong.

⁽ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒⠀ ﹕⠀ isabel rivera.

⁽ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒⠀ ﹕⠀ raelynn  ‘ lynn ’  pearson.

#⁽ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒⠀ ﹕⠀ cecilia ‘ ceci ’ rosales. #⁽ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒⠀ ﹕⠀ hazel yong. #⁽ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒⠀ ﹕⠀ isabel rivera. #⁽ ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⁾ ⠀ 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒⠀ ﹕⠀ raelynn ‘ lynn ’ pearson.

[juliedrawz]

The long awaited appreciation post/character breakdown

Note : I mixed canon and headcanon facts from my book in here. (Some infos however are still missing because of spoiler reasons)

A/N - If someone would ask me to discribe Héctor, I would tell them that he's a walking ray of sunshine, spreading happiness wherever he goes. He's everything a perfect father and husband should be, and the bestest friend anyone could ever ask for.

Orgins

Héctor Rivera was born to his parents Arlo and Estella Gracía on january 10th in Santa Cartoria (the biggest part of the city El Torres) in Yucatan.

Through his mother's hispanic gipsy orgin, Héctor was brought into a world full of dancing and music. He was loved to pieces by all his family members and discribed as an unusual happy baby, always laughing and hardly ever crying.

The love for guitars especially was planted into Héctor by his father, who was a passionate guitar builder and player himself.

Both his parents, which he was very close with, meant the world to Héctor. Between the age of 3 and 4 Héctor lost his father first to a local civil war whereupon his mother, after seperated from her family, fled with him all the way to Oaxaca, Santa Cecilia by foot. Once in the new city, the exhausted and sick mother and her son were taken in by nuns of the local church. After Estella's death, Héctor was brought to the orphanage, where he subconsciously supressed his memories to cope with the loss.

Early childhood

Despite the great loss of his parents and family, Héctor never lost his optimistic and lively character. Always seeing the good rather than the bad. Though shy and quiet at the other hand.

It didn't take long for Héctor to understand, that he was different from other children his age. Mentally ahead of others, he found joy in reading books, writing poems and exploring the surrounding nature on his own. Since the other kids would call him weird, Héctor didn't even bother to try and fit in, he didn't want to and he didn't care.

If not on and about in the fields and forests of Santa Cecilia, Héctor would find himself at the center plaza to watch and listen to the mariachis. His adoration didn't stay unnoticed for too long. Eventually he was taught how to play the guitar by the leader José Vargas by the age six.

According to Josè, Héctor lived and breathed music, having it in his soul. He also called the guitar Héctors third arm.

Most important Relationships

Ernesto

A/N - I wish I could just tell you their whole story here, that's how eager I am! But, it has its time and place in my book and I certainly don't want to spoil anything. So, here come the basics! Also they're 12 and 8 above ☝️

When Héctor told people he and Ernesto go way back, he meant it. They grew up together, formed a deep brother bond and loved and considered each other family.

Having Ernesto as big brother, Héctor always looked up to him. He couldn't imagine a life without him and tried his best to balance his time after marriage and becoming a father to please everyone.

Noticing Ernesto's behaviour change was painful and confusing. Just as much as getting rejected over and over again in the land of the death. Héctor never understood what made his best friend snap like that but he yearns to understand. Also, in my book, Héctor at one point says this to Álvaro (the doctor)

"As odd as it is, despite everything, I don't hate Ernesto. And don't get me wrong, but I know that he could never hate me either."

Furthermore he says this -

"That man at the sunrise spectacle, that wasn’t Ernesto. That wasn’t my best friend; my brother. He'd totally snapped, gone savage. I … I didn’t recognize him anymore. There was so much anger and fear in his eyes. I can’t make sense of it. I wish I could! I wish I could understand what happened to him. Caused him to become that way."

A/N - writing about their relationship and past was and is still tasking but it's also wonderful and exciting. I cannot wait to share that part of the past!

Imelda

Héctor 15 y. Imelda 16. y 👇

Héctor's one true love, his twin flame and soulmate.

From the moment he first spotted her, he felt that special, unexplainable spark. That deep connection has always been there, and it took a while for Héctor to understand what it meant.

Héctor was well aware that many couldn't really understand how he could manage being with Imelda and handle her fiery temper. But to him, it was never a problem. If asked about it, he would always reply that he even loves her temper tantrums. To him, they are "sexy"

- In my book, I discribe their reunion, their road of recovery and how they get back on track. Also their whole past and future. I'm obsessed with them! 😍 I love love love writing them up and down! *sigh*

Coco

Like father like daughter. Héctor passed down a lot of his characteristics to Coco. He was/is very close to her and despite his young age (becoming a father at 18) he was a remarkable good parent. Surprising everyone around how good he was at handling his baby. Héctor also was what others would call a helicopter Dad. Overprotective and always worried something might hurt his precious daughter.

Next to Imelda, Coco is Héctor's everything. Back when he was still aiming to cross the bridge, he was ready to rather die a second time trying than giving up.

A/N ~ Guh! Did I mention that he's the best Dad? He needs a 'best Dad ever' award!

Character traits

Positive :

Optimistic, humorous, ambitius, caring, altruistic, empathic, spontaneous, honest, protective, creative, easygoing, enthusiastic, gentle, humble, idealistic, innocent, loyal, forgiving, passionate, persistent, bubbly, spunky, supportive, trusting, unselfish ...

Negative/neutral :

Stubborn, melodramatic, reckless, shy, clumsy ...

Man I wish tumblr would allow me to post more than just 10 images 😒 ....

Now, if I haven't already gushed and raved about Héctor enough ... I FREAKING LOVE THAT GUY! Like, man, he's the perfect package of everything! He's incredibly handsome (to me at least) He's got frecklessss, ans those eyelashes! Fluffy hair! He's tall! Full lips, perfect white, straight teeth. And that combined with his personality, Ay Mama!

I enjoy writing Héctor a lot! He's just awesome! Like a hot cup of tea and a cozy blanket after a long walk through a snow covered forest.

His goofyness just cracks me up over and over again. His pure heart just deserves the biggest Aawwwww. I mean, the INNOCENCE! With Imelda behind closed doors, he surely knows the whole rollercoaster menu and while other adults would consider Miguel old enough to know what boobs are (he regulary gets his face shoved into his grandmas chest when she hugs him!) And here comes Héctor cencoring the word!

Back to him being a heli-dad. I bet you, he covered baby Cocos eyes whenever Imelda would walk out of the shower stark naked, trying hard not to drool like a great dane. And Imelda poker faced would just argue why he was covering their daughters eyes.

Or as soon as Coco could walk, Imelda would one day find all pointy furnitures covered with pillows and Héctor would say that he doesn't want Coco to hurt herself.

He would freak out big time when they would be outside and there's the slightest possibility of Coco getting hurt. Bees, birds, cats, dogs, stones, puddles, dirt. Imelda would regulary need to calm Héctor down, convincing him, that a bug bite isn't deadly and no, neither is a little bit of sand that Coco shoved into her mouth. Or that flower she ate.

And I cannot repeat this enough! The 👏 flower 👏 bridge 👏

The freaking thing with El puente ok!

I am over and over again blown that Héctor would stop by nothing to cross the bridge. Get caught? Try again. New disguise blown, try again. Broken bones? Try again. Risking to die a second time? He still tries. He simply doesn't care! He wants, needs, has to get to his one true love and daughter. And even after Imelda has passed over, he keeps going because Coco is still there! If that man's devotion isn't the prime example that perfect father love and the one true love exsists, I don't know what else could be.

Also, again, let me underline his kindness, his altruism! He's too good for the world! He hardly EVER picks a fight, he avoids fights! And even IF there's a situation of conflict, it takes Héctor, what, 5 seconds to backpaddle and be like "ok, you know what, let's not argue!"

We saw that with the police officer. Then with Chich, Ceci, Miguel, Ernesto and Imelda. He constantly takes the blame or gives in for the sake of peace, for the sake of the other ones feelings. He would rather swallow being right, if that means his opposite doesn't get hurt too much.

You really REALLY have to push and force Héctor to the farest edge, to have him snap and really get mad.

Being such a person deserves the highest respect. Being such a person in a word like ours is dangerous. You are bound to get hurt. And if you are STILL standing and still having that pure, kind heart, 👏 applause!

Such souls are rare! Héctor is a full blown jackpot! We need more people like Héctor in the world!

#pixar coco #coco 2017 #coco fan art #coco hector #héctor rivera #ernesto de la cruz #coco characters #coco imelda #imelda rivera #Héctor appreciation

[mirrorofliterature]

I have another coco canon divergence idea that I've been mulling on recently

it's victoria being pulled into a mystery, but this time whilst she's alive.

so essentially the plot is:

- Victoria wants to upskill her designing skills for shoemaking as her abuela is now in her mid-60s and should be retiring, but won't. Also, fashion has evolved since the 1920s.

- So she (in her early-mid 20s) decides to upskill by going to a technical school in Mexico City for shoemaking/design, that kind of thing. I want to research this to make it accurate, if I was to go full blown on this.

- Anyway. It's a year course and her family by now has the money necessary to send her (again, need to check the realities of this kind of technical training in 1960s Mexico) and she has an apartment in Mexico City.

- This technical school happens to also offer music courses.

- She shares her apartment with fellow students, one who happens to be a music student

- Unlike Elena, who absolutely virulently loathes music, Victoria has always struck me as someone who is, at best, apathetic towards music, so she's fine with musicians, she just doesn't listen to music out of respect to her abuela and mama.

- So she's fine with the music student

- Also there's a lesbian subplot because yes. With who? Idk.

- ANYWAY so this music student has this side hobby via Ernesto de la Cruz and is trying to get information on his early career and is trying to figure out who his early touring partner was.

- Which is her new roommate's dead abuelo, but they both have no idea.

- Anyway, Victoria is like: 'oh, my name is Victoria Rivera [Julio's last name] and I'm from Santa Cecilia'

- the MS (music student): 'oh cool anyone in your family know ernesto de la cruz?'

- victoria: 'no my abuela hates music and ernesto.'

- MS: 'hm. anyway did you say your maternal last name was rivera because crazy thing, there's this obscure travelling partner ernesto had known only as 'h rivera'. heard of him'?

- victoria, curiosity piqued: 'sure I'll ask'

- Victoria asks her tios about this not her abuela or mama she's not cruel. Her tios reluctantly admit that yes, her abuela's husband did travel with and disappear on a tour with ernesto de la Cruz in 1921 and yes, they were childhood best friends

- music student, upon learning this: interesting

anyway it then divulges into this mystery where they puzzle out that héctor was the real musician (writer) this whole time and that he kind of died in late 1921 and isn't it like. highly suspicious that ernesto went on to use héctor's songs as his own + without telling his family that he was, y'know, dead???

victoria has an identity crisis and kisses a pretty lady.

Imelda and coco are eventually told and coco is like. fuck me that's tragic but it makes a shitload more sense then héctor just ditching us and an embittered imelda is like. yeah. wish ernesto was still around so I could murder him but I'll settle for suing his estate for plagiarism :).

when imelda dies, she's already had héctor's picture up for a few years (because #regret and #love of my life) but doesn't expect anything from it because y'know héctor has been dead decades and probably moved on by now and it's all her fault for assuming the worst.

and it's not like sunshine and rainbows when héctor and imelda reunite but it's a whole lot better than canon and héctor is like: it was very strange 1) having people recognise that I wrote ernesto's songs and 2) learning that he murdered me thanks to the granddaughter I didn't know I had??? also I love you but like. very hurt that you thought the worst of me for so long.

and imelda is like: that's fair and they heal and shit.

and maybe thanks to imelda's lawsuit money, victoria gets proper treatment for her cancer and lives a long gay life.

okay. that was a lot more words than expected. sleeping now.

#coco pixar #canon divergence #victoria rivera #tia victoria #hector rivera #imelda rivera #fic idea #rambles

[skatoonyfan1234]

Coco Twisted Tale

Remember Me

Film: Coco

Scenario: What if Miguel accidentally brought the undead into the living world?

Plot: We all know that Miguel Rivera was cursed when he stole from the undead. But it wasn't just him that was cursed, it was his whole town! He actually brought the denizens of the Undead right into Santa Cecilia! Skeletons are now running amok through the town, terrorizing people, and even worse, Miguel and his family are starting to become denizens of the undead too! The only way to fix it is to get blessing from the lord of the Undead himself. With his dog Dante, his parents, and a ramshackle skeleton named Hector, who has ties to the famous Ernesto de la Cruz, Miguel sets off on a quest to undo his curse and save his town. But is everything as it seems with the undead?

#a twisted tale #disney a twisted tale #coco

[jknerd]

DISNEY STUDIO AU: Panchito Pistoles

Full Name: Panchito Romero Miguel Junipero Franciso Quintero Gonzalez

Other Names: Panchito Pistoles (stage name), A Mad Mariachi

Schools: Local Santa Cecilia High School (graduated), Walt Disney University of Performing Arts (graduated)

Occuaption(s): Lead Vocalist of the Three Caballeros, Mariachi, Mexican-pop singer

Residence: Santa Cecilia, Mexico 

Family: Miguel Gonzalez (father), Maria Morales (mother), Paulo & Pablo (nephews), Junipero Morales (maternal-uncle), Abuelo Morales (grandfather), Abuela Maria Morales (grandmother), Michelle Alaez (great-aunt), Señor Martinez (pet horse)

Relationships: Donald Fauntleroy Duck (best friend; fellow member of the Three Caballeros), José Carioca (best friend; fellow member of the Three Caballeros)

Likes: Mexican cultures, Latin music & dances, parties, dancing, singing, Tequila, Selena Quintanilla Pérez (favorite singer; celebrity crush)

Dislikes: His pet horse harmed, derogatory words, malicious comments against Donald or José, Yolanda Saldivar

Panchito Pistoles is a Lead Vocalist of the Three Caballeros, the Latin-pop boy band, the Mariachi and Mexican-pop singer. Attended same college with José and Donald, the three are friends and members of the said group. Despite being a leader of Latin-pop boy band, Panchito is a bombastic, unpredictable party animal with immense love for parties, tequila, and women. The only individual of the group who would handle his antics is Donald.

Born in Santa Cecilia(close to Álvaro Obregón), the town in Michoacán, Mexico, he had great talent in music and in order to pursue the opportunity he moved away and lived in United States where his talent was recognized and offered to attend in Was Disney University of Performing Arts. He encountered Donald and José who were looking for one last member for their band, and he gladly accepted the offer when given. After graduation, the group "The Three Caballeros" moved from USA to Latin American nations as Latin-pop performers, popularity grown as several of their songs received award. Just when they were preparing for Europe tour, Donald's voice was damaged forcing him to leave the group and the tour cancelled. While Donald was serving in the Navy for four years, Panchito and José worked as Latin American duo singers. Struggling with conflict between them and the recording company's growing demand and irresponsible decisions the two eventually left and part their ways. Panchito became a Mariachi and Mexican-Pop singer by the time Donald started raising his nephews.

Years went by, he received a contact from Huey, Dewey and Louie learning they are planning to collect money for their uncle's vocal chord recovery. Panchito then immediately called José with the news and the two decided to do find ways to earn more as Panchito would perform his songs at every Quinceanera, the Day of the Dead, and other Mexican holidays. In some occasions, he starred in Mexican films and series. With José's and the triplets' money together, they successfully paid enough for Donald's voice recovery. And the Three Caballeros performed in House of Mouse, confirming their comeback. At the same time, he is training a newbie Mexican pop-singer, Miguel Rivera.

#Disney Studio AU #Panchito Pistoles #Panchito #humanized #The Three Caballeros

[tylerxm]

Mil Y Un Recuerdos. — A Short-Fic (Ernector).

Two children playing mischief in a simple pueblo like Santa Cecilia. The dynamic duo of yet-to-be-released musicians scampered through the sparsely populated streets of the small pueblo, laughing and enjoying the warm breeze.

There was the younger of the two, 14-year-old Hector Garcia Rivera, and the older, 18-year-old Ernesto Herrera Cruzado.

Both were running from an angry fruit vendor who was chasing them through Plaza del Mariachi for stealing a small bag of fruit.

Well, no big deal.

They lost sight of him as they both ran into a dark alley. Ernesto covered the younger man's mouth and Hector did the same with Ernesto's mouth, watching as the fruit vendor continued to run. Apparently, he turned around and went back to the fruit shop. They smiled mischievously.

- Did you see his face? It was as rojo as a tomate with anger. - Rivera let out a light laugh as he sat down on the dirty floor. Ernesto followed him and sat down in front of him.

- Not even his seasonal tomates are as red as he is. - Ernesto drew a laugh from Hector that made De La Cruz smile.

- Your place or mine? - Ernesto added, trying not to get the guitar on his back dirty.

- Yours, you know how my madre is. -

Ernesto nodded as he stood up and offered Hector his hand to get up. Hector took it to walk to Ernesto's house.

How lucky Ernesto was and at the same time how unlucky he was; the poor man had lived alone since 6 months ago.

His mother passed away and his father left them when he was 10. He still suffered silently for the death of his beloved mother. He prayed next to her precious soul every night, even though he wasn't super religious.

Hector knew how affected Ernest was on the subject, and he wasn't very present when his mother died because of his family, but he did send him letters and small comforts from a distance.

He patted Nesto's back before entering his house, empathetic. He knew how affected he was still.

Ernesto left the bag of fruit on the nightstand he kept next to his double bed. He closed the door behind him, letting out a sigh. He had a bed like that because it was where he and his mother slept after his father left them.

He took the guitar off his back, leaving it on the bed as he reached into the drawer of that same bedside table for his diario ideas notebook. Héctor sat down next to Nesto's guitar, looking at him curiously.

Ernesto found the notebook, setting it on top of the bed as he sat down in front of Hector. He smiled slightly as he felt his heart shrink slightly at the song he was about to sing to Héctor.

Héctor finally connected the dots, grinning from ear to ear with an excited gleam in his eye.

- Have you composed a song? Déjame oírla, por favor!! - He said between pleas as he lightly moved Ernesto eagerly grabbing his shoulders. Ernesto laughed, soothing him.

- Okay, pero no te rías. - He said as he looked at the smooth-skinned young man, feeling his own dark circles under his eyes.

- I'll try not to. - He said attentively to the stranger as he watched him grab his guitar. Ernesto positioned himself to sing in a soft but melancholy voice.

The opening guitar melody began, so that he could sing along.

"I stumbled upon your gaze

And I still can't get up

If it were up to me, believe me by now

I would have left.

But it was my heart

Who took possession of this illusion

And even though it's suffering

It doesn't give up."

Hector seemed to be really attentive, looking at Ernesto with surprise and some confusion. Was that melody for someone? Did Ernesto have a secret passive love? Or perhaps a lack of love?

"You have reasons I know

To find someone better

But something deep inside me

All this ignores.

It tells me that you're for me

That if I thought I lost you

I was wrong

That I'll start again from now on."

Héctor's frown was sad, as the older man's closed-eyed expression expressed pain, a lot of pain and suffering. Poor Héctor was really getting into the song, for it was depressing.

"Accept me into your heart

Just as I am, don't you see that I am

That I no longer have room in my soul for suffering.

I'm dying to leave

Somewhere my sorrow

And run after you without further thought."

The youngest's eyes crystallized, settling down as he tried not to cry. He sighed deeply, closing his eyes as he let himself be carried away.

"Understand that I am now at a disadvantage

at a disadvantage if I leave

I've already looked for you and I have no other way out.

Than your contempt to bear

Until you manage to tear away

The last drop of my cry in this life."

A few last notes faded into the air from the guitar. 'Nesto opened his eyes to behold a smiling Héctor without showing his teeth, slowly weeping for the song.

Ernesto's crystallized eyes were still there, now with a somewhat broken voice trying not to fall apart in front of his friend.

- So... What do you think? - He said curiously after all, then asking him if it was okay. Hector let out a small chuckle through his tears, nudging the older man lightly.

- Chinga, who hurt you so bad bud'? -

Ernesto let out a laugh, while looking with bright and emotional eyes at Héctor. A very, very subtle blush was on his cheeks, unnoticeable because of the poor light in the room.

- You'll find the persona indicada. - Hector said, laying a hand on the older man's shoulder.

What Hector didn't know is that he had already found someone he knew he would never be able to have.

Tuyo por siempre, -Ernesto.

might say! this fic was heavily inspired by some content creator that used to upload things about Ernesto and Héctor, credits to them. ;) → @/appatary8523

#ernesto de la cruz #hector rivera #cocothemovie #ernector #what the fuck #coco hector #coco movie #Spotify

[dragoneyes618]

So we know that the school in Santa Cecilia is within walking distance of the Rivera house, although not so close that seven-year-old Abel could walk by himself (although that doesn't necessarily mean the school was a long walk away; most responsible parents wouldn't let their kids walk to school alone at that age, even if it was only a block or two away).

#coco #coco pixar #pixar coco #berto rivera #abel rivera #rivera family #santa cecilia #coco: a story about music shoes and family

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INTRODUCING Héctor Rivera! A musician from Santa Cecilia, Héctor was a songwriter && guitarist. He never quite had the same longing for the spotlight that his companion did, && it wasn't something that Ernesto let him forget too easily. All he wanted to do was go home, but the final train ride he'd taken had ended in disaster. He'd died, && he'd died alone. He spent his days trying to get back to the Land of the Living, driven solely by his want to see his familia, but he kept coming up empty. Ernesto hadn't only taken his life -- the man had taken his music just the same. Yet, try as he might, he couldn't truly hate the man he'd grown so close to while they were touring. Believe him ... he'd spent years trying to make himself hate Ernesto.

#𝔢𝔩 𝔠𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔬 𝔞 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔞 // héctor rivera #intro: héctor #need to decide on his human fc #leaning a little towards pedro pascal #but that is not certain #anyway say hi to héctor!

[pencopanko]

La Revolución de la Familia Rivera (A Revolutionary Girl Utena-inspired Coco AU)

Summary: Future matriarch Rosa Rivera and her brother Abel are tasked to find their missing musician cousin Miguel and bring him home before music fully corrupts him. But it's easier said than done when it turns out that: 1. Miguel has not aged in four years; 2. Nobody can leave Escuela de la Cruz; and 3. They have found themselves at the center of a family mystery that has lasted for one hundred years. Fortunately, they have their ancestors to guide them, including Mamá Imelda herself! And that one lanky ghost named Héctor who always follows Miguel around.

Stuck in what seems to be some sort of pocket dimension, Rosa and her cousins must defeat a number of duelists in order to solve their family mystery, including de la Cruz's snarky great-great-grandson, Marco. Gifted with Blessings (enchanted weapons) from their ancestors, hopefully they can all break the curse... and trigger a... "Revolution"? Whatever that may be. (Cross-posted from AO3)

PRÓLOGO

Long ago, in a town called Santa Cecilia, lived a family of three. The papá was a musician who dreamed of playing for the world, while the mamá was an aspiring shoemaker who loved music just as much as her husband. They had a small daughter together, and the three of them would sing, dance, and count their blessings.

One day, the papá left home with his guitar. And never returned.

Outraged and heartbroken by his disappearance, the mamá banned music from her family. Nobody was allowed to play music, listen to music, or even hum a single note. She also forbade her family members from even uttering the name of her husband. She considered him dead, and she put up their family photo on their family’s ofrenda with his head torn off. Nobody was to remember him. Ever.

The mamá did not have time to cry, however. She rolled up her sleeves and focused on her shoemaking business, turning it into a family affair. She taught her brothers, then her daughter, then her son-in-law, and then her grandchildren. The business grew and grew, and they became known for making the best shoes in town.

Music had torn the family apart, but shoes put them all together.

That is the legacy of Imelda Rivera. Mother, grandmother, shoemaker.

Music shall never enter our family again, she had decided. But was that really such a good idea?

---

30 de diciembre, 1942. Ciudad de México.

It was a night to remember.

After the 21st anniversary of the establishment of Escuela de la Cruz (or De La Cruz Academy, if you are not a native Hispanic), the most famous musician in Mexican history and the namesake of the school himself, Ernesto de la Cruz performed his biggest hits for his beloved students and fans alike. He opened with “El Mundo es mi Familia”, made the crowd clap and sing along with his upbeat songs like "Un poco loco", stunned the audience and even the stage crew with his ballads, and ending with arguably his biggest hit: “Requérdame”.

As Ernesto went up the escalator all the way to the top of the stage just below the bell, everything was going well. The fireworks were shot at the correct time, the dancers were on beat, Ernesto was singing with his powerful vocals, and the crowd was pleased. The skull guitar was shining and reflecting the lights, as if it was celebrating along. Just before he was about to belt out his final note, Ernesto handed over the guitar to a stage crew, as rehearsed.

Unbeknownst to most, except for a small number of people behind the stage, one of the staff was leaning on a lever that controlled the bell. Perhaps it was a slip of the body, or perhaps he was leaning too much on the lever, but it all happened so quickly that some were convinced it was almost as if the musician was somehow cursed.

30 de diciembre, 1942. Ciudad de México.

Ernesto de la Cruz was crushed by a giant bell. There was silence followed by screams of terror and panic. The screaming only got worse when suddenly the concert hall turned dark before anyone could do anything. People were bumping against each other and against furniture, tripping over cables, and the students were rushed out of the arena back to the Academy.

After a staff member was able to turn the lights back on, somehow things took a sharp turn to the mysterious. There was indeed debris atop the escalator where the bell was dropped, but there was no bell. And the oddest thing of all: Ernesto de la Cruz’s dead body was nowhere to be found. Yes, there was blood, but other than that and some tattered fabric, he was nowhere to be seen. The skull guitar had also disappeared.

30 de diciembre, 1942. Ciudad de México.

It was a night to remember. For better or for worse.

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1 de noviembre, 2017. Santa Cecilia.

Not so long ago, there was a young boy. He came from a family of shoemakers who hated music. For as long as he could remember, music was banned from entering the family. Not a whistle, not a tune, not a pluck of a guitar, not a finger tap, not even a hum. His grandmother would even yell at passerby’s who sang outside of their home.

And yet, out of everyone in his family, he was the one who fell in love with the forbidden art. He knew that his family loved him and that he loved them in return, but he too knew that he was different from the rest of them. His love for music was strong enough to the point of creation. He would record himself secretly playing music up in the hidden attic. He would write songs that he would hide in-between his books and other personal belongings in his room and in the attic as well. He even managed to created his own functioning guitar from a broken one he found amongst a pile of trash. All of this he kept a secret, except from his great-grandmother.

And up there in the same attic was also where he kept his stash of Ernesto de la Cruz memorabilia. De La Cruz was his idol, his mentor, his hero. If the boy were a rat in Paris, De La Cruz would be the imaginary chef guiding him everywhere he went. It was through his music and films that the young boy would come to love music himself. Ernesto de la Cruz came from Santa Cecilia, just like he did. He played in the plaza when he was young, just like how the boy wished he could do. He wished to do what his idol did: to seize his moment and play for the world.

Then, on a fateful Día de Los Muertos, the Day of The Dead, he found an opening. Up on top of his family ofrenda was a photo of his great-great grandmother, her daughter (the boy’s great-grandmother as a child), and an unknown man whose head was ripped off of the photo. The family only knew him as their great-great-grandfather, El Músico. The Musician. The man who left his family for music. A Xolo dog whom the boy liked to play with accidentally made the photo fall from the ofrenda, revealing a folded over portion of the photo.

It was De La Cruz’s guitar. A pristine white guitar, as if made out of marble, with a skull headstock and markings at the bottom of its body. There was no other guitar like it! He couldn’t believe it! Ernesto de la Cruz was his great-great-grandfather! With this revelation, he announced to his family that he would become a musician. Alas, his dream was rejected and his guitar was destroyed.

Heartbroken, with only his loyal Xolo at his side and the family photo in his clutch, he ran into the night.

---

1 de noviembre, 2021. Santa Cecilia.

Four years has passed since. Miguel Rivera has yet to come home.

#penco writes #coco pixar #pixar coco #coco au #revolutionary girl utena #coco fanfic: la revolucíon de la familia rivera #penco's content intermission #interludo #coco utena au #yupyupyup #coco au: la revolucíon de la familia rivera #rosa rivera #miguel rivera #abel rivera #marco de la cruz #marrosa #marco x rosa #this au was born because I noticed both revolutionary girl utena and coco involve half truths told from unreliable narrators #originally the au was somewhat imector-centric but I decided to give rosa her spotlight because I love her #shoujo kakumei utena #this au does not follow utena beat by beat but it does have elements borrowed from utena #there is some ernector as well but it's completely one-sided because I love seeing ernesto suffer

[hannahhook7744]

In the Invisible Truth AU, what is Miguel's sister Socorro up to?

Socorro Rivera is, of course, being the fun younger Auntie to Miguel and Mirabel's kids—Renata and Vera Madrigal—since she's 20-22 years old.

Which means she's telling the few embarrassing stories about their dad she has, playing with them, making/buying them gifts, and sneaking then treats when she thinks no one is looking.

When she's in the Encanto and not in her hometown of Santa Cecilia, that is.

When she's not in the Encanto, she's mainly just helping out in the family business—cobbling shoes and whatnot—while trying to finish up her last year of college.

Listening to music while she works and doing her own thing.

She has no kids as of yet and no romantic partner I can think of.

#coco #encanto #descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #disney