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WARNING: ANIMAL CRUELTY

Apparently people have been adopting dogs and either killing them themselves or dropping them to a kill shelter (and one even said they were flying them to poor Asian areas to be eaten) under the Twitter hashtag #pitbulldropoff

This is completely cruel and evil and word needs to get around about these demons so everyone knows what these demons are planning to do to dogs once they get ahold of them.

If you know someone or if you yourself is planning to give away a pitty by craigslist soon, DONT and wait for awhile!!!! They act like they’re going to adopt them and act all nice then they get rid of them, don’t be fooled!!

DM me for uncensored names!!!!!!!!

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Musings on names

[Iliad Spoilers...I guess]

In my Greek and Roman Lit. class today, we talked about the death of Hector (or Hektor) in Homer’s Iliad. I won’t spend too much time going through the whole book, but I got to thinking about a few things. 

Homer develops Hector as a kind hearted, family oriented man. He rarely reacts with rage to anyone, even those who he has true issues with. Though, he does have many faults. One that we talked about today was his impulsiveness, and his tendency to act without truly considering the consequences. In many cases, his flaw was his hubris; he often found himself facing more than he could actually handle on his own. He comes to something of a realization of this, right at the end, and when he is given the chance to retreat behind the walls of Troy, he remains outside, keeping Achilles busy while his people took refuge. 

And you know, to me, this really mirrors our own Héctor Rivera. A kind-hearted, well-meaning family man who makes a small decision with big consequences. Even the part about sacrificing himself for his people--Héctor sent Miguel home with no question, even though he was facing his Final Death. His own photo was no longer important. Héctor, sometime between his death and the film, has come to the same realization that his rashness and impulsive actions have brought him to the point at which he finds himself. 

Also, Hector is killed by Achilles, who is renowned for his immense rage and tendency to hold grudges. I’m looking at you, Ernesto.  

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BLESSED POST

“La luchadora Coco”

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ON A TANGENT

I bet Héctor sometimes flirts badly on purpose. 

He’s totally the type of guy who will make himself look like an ass if it gets the woman he loves to gigglesnort. 

But like he’s totally a master. A goofball, but a master romantic. 

I Bet Anything that Miguel Sucks at Flirting with Girls

and that Héctor and Imelda, the two romantics of their family, get to watch

(and later on, give him tips)

(and fail. because he’s a dork who won’t ever change) 

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I know we’re all aware of this. But I’m tired and feeling things, so I’m just gonna vent.

Héctor’s motivation throughout the film was not to be remembered. I saw a post a while back in which people were questioning the “plot hole” of the fact that Miguel putting Héctor’s photo on the ofrenda would not mean he was remembered, even if Miguel remembered him (memories must be passed down by from the people who knew him in life). He knew he was living his last day, so to speak. 

He wanted to be able to cross the bridge that night because he wanted to see his daughter again before he faced his Final Death. Which means:

1) He’d completely given up on Imelda forgiving him. He wasn’t even going to try to talk to her on what he knew was his last night. 

2) He probably had more plans to try to get across the bridge. He’s dying and desperate. If he hadn’t met Miguel, I bet he’d have spent the whole night trying to get across before he just didn’t have the strength. 

3) Finding out that Ernesto killed him had to have just sucked extra bad, because Héctor had probably come at least pretty close to making peace with his death. But, finding out you were murdered would send anyone into a downward spiral into the emotional abyss. Hell of a way to spend what could be your last moments. 

And he was still so happy. So upbeat. Caring and genuine where it counted, obviously loved by the friends he has. Helping a little kid find his family. In what could be his last moments. 

I just. this movie and this character, man. 

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Going to see ‘Coco’ tonight

Hope that nice singing gentleman will turn out to be the boy’s ancestor

Fairly obvious but still it would be cute

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Reunion

Ok, it’s pretty obvious that Hector is infamous in the Dept. of Family Reunions by now. I believe the employees there placed bets on how long long he can keep this show going, and I think they’re genuinely happy for him now XD Well, judging by that girl who scanned him in the end of the movie. She looked pretty happy for him :)

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“That-That was a lie! And I apologize for doing that!” 😂😂

Awww poor Héctor, he just wanted to see his daughter.

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@humanityinahandbag Ok so this addition makes zero sense, but like

Have you heard of Donald Harvey? He was a serial killer and medical orderly who killed at lest 87 people, most in the hospital and a good deal through means of poisoning of some kind. 

What if, for some damn reason, Ernesto was like that? What would his motives be exactly, who would he go after--

Harvey also poisoned his lover when he suspected her of cheating. Not to death, but she was ill enough to be unable to leave the apartment. 

...Imelda? She’s definitely not cooperating with Ernesto, and we all know how well he handles that.

I have no idea of what the actual storyline would be, but as @humanityinahandbag loves angst, I love my terror and peril. So please accept my humble, weird serial killer hospital mini head canon to your AU. 

A Coco Doctor AU: Because I HAVE NEEDS.

Where Imelda, the certified MD over at Santa Cecila General Hospital, continuously gets visits from a very clumsy 12 year old and his equally clumsy guardian. 

When she works general it’s often that he’s wandering into her care, all toothy and bashful. “I can’t seem to keep my bones from falling apart,” Héctor will joke during one visit, flinching when she winds a second layer of gauze around the swollen ankle. A bad sprain after tripping over a pile of sheet music on his floor. 

It’ll be a night shift in the pediatric ward that has that same bashful but no less flirty tree of a man practically wringing his skin off his hands in worry while Imelda snaps his wards’ shoulder back into place, watching while the lanky man dotes unconditionally only the sniffling young boy. 

“So,” she’ll ask later, washing her hands and disposing of gloves before writing a prescription for high dose single cycle pain killers. “What happened here? More tripping over sheet music?” 

The man has the boy slung over his back, holding his knees under his arms. The poor boy was exhausted, and had long slumped over, head resting on the man’s shoulder. Drool was soaking against the blue of his vest. “Uh�� no. He may have, eh… been dancing a little too hard.”

Imelda snorted before quickly reassuming her cold guise. “Dancing.”

“El quiere ser un guitarrista famoso.” He drew up his body almost proudly, lean chest expanding. “¡Como su Pápa!” 

“Ah,” she nodded. “Then that makes sense.” 

“Completely,” says the man. He extends his arm, the boy shifting at the motion. “I’m Héctor, by the way. Y este es Miguel.” Miguel snored. 

“Dr. Rivera.” She shakes his hand. “I assume I’ll be seeing you soon?”

“Book us early.” 

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You know, I don’t like a whole lot of AUs, to be honest. But this one is kind of fucking with me. 

I don’t have any idea of how exactly Héctor would manage to save them, but I’m picturing Imelda and Coco going through the same sort of thing that Miguel did in the movie; that is, slowly turning skeletal, losing life. This gives Héctor a timeframe and an objective. I just can’t for the life of me think of the how. 

What I do feel, deep in my gut, is that there is no happy ending for Héctor in this AU. It’s yours, of course, so don’t let me tell you how to live your life. But in my mind, Héctor can save them and Ernesto’s reputation can be ruined in both the land of the living and the dead, and Everything can be set right...

Maybe Imelda will forgive him. At least, she’ll start to. She does love him, after all, and he is saving her and her baby. But they can’t be together. There’s a whole scrolled list of reasons--she loves him, but she can’t trust him; he’s dead, and that is an affliction that not even the most fervent love can undo--but none of it warrants even being considered in the face of the truth that Héctor will have to say goodbye.

Coco Deception AU

AKA: The Cinderella AU

Ernesto de la Cruz is absolutely desperate. 

A human woman, a shoemaker no less, has moved into a new house to open up her business and has absolutely no idea that the house used to be Ernesto’s. And that in the attic, just above her head where the sewing machines tick and whrr and spin, there’s a collection of artifacts that point to Ernesto’s entire life being a fraud. 

She has the power to defame an icon. if only she knew. 

And he doesn’t want her to know. Ever. 

And so, he does what any rational skeleton would. 

He sends to have her killed. 

It doesn’t take much, really. It’s easy enough to convince the department of Family Relations that there’s a matter in the living world that needs taking care of. “My darling tía,” he says, watching his ploy work brilliantly on the teary eyed clerk across from him, “she’s not doing so well, and I’d love to be able to see her before Dia de los Muertos. To say goodbye.”

“Oh of course,” they croon. “Of course. Will you be leaving soon or-” 

“No, I can’t make it. The work here, it’s too much. But I would want nothing more than to send a diplomat in my place. Someone to… send along a few messages.”

And the clerk nods and smiles and says “I’m sure we can have something arranged.” 

Ernesto doesn’t want blood on his hands. And so it’s easy enough for him to find someone who works as a perfect ploy. A man that no one would miss. A man that could be either blamed for a crime without question, or could disappear without anyone even thinking twice. 

Héctor Rivera is brought to Ernesto de la Cruz’s home with a proposition. You help me take care of a living woman, and I’ll make sure you play for the world. That your music is heard everywhere in the land of the dead. That even the living will remember your name. 

He doesn’t tell Héctor why. He gives a brief excuse -that she’s a woman who did something very terrible, once. who deserves to be taken from society- and leaves it at that. 

And it’s out of desperation that Héctor agrees. 

And so, given the form of a human, he’s told that every night at sunset, he’ll travel across the bridge to see this woman. And that every night, he’ll be expected to try to bring her back with him. “Just take her across the bridge, sí? ¡Fácil!”

Héctor has never killed anyone. He’s never wanted to. But… the idea of fame. The idea of music… He’s seduced to a point where rational has not place in his mind. And so he fiddles with his hat and nods. 

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but like at least she’d have known he was dead

Titanic!AU

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I bet Frida knows he does this. I bet she loves it, too. 

Yes, it is I, Frida Kahlo.

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I kind of want to know how Héctor would react, if he ever learned this. 

Coco Headcanon

Hector’s guitar is cursed. Or rather, it became cursed after Ernesto stole it. 

See, stealing from the dead is a heinous crime- doubly so on Dia de los Muertos, which is why Miguel’s curse was strong enough to bring him the the land of the dead itself.

However, that doesn’t mean you can get away with stealing from the dead any other time.

Hector was 21 when he died, and Word of God says that was in 1921. Ernesto died in 1942, 21 years after Hector’s death. The minute Ernesto picked up that guitar his days were numbered, for every year Hector lived.

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I kind of like to think that this is an actual conversation that Héctor and Imelda would’ve had. Imelda, though the general idea of putting a ring on her finger as a sign that she belongs to someone irks her, gives in and decides to suck it up because it’s Héctor and she loves him. Of course he’d notice that something was wrong, and once he got her to tell him what bothered her about it, he was like “oh, okay, I get it. Here, I have an idea” and then he’d get one too. 

Maybe it happened after the wedding, maybe before, who knows. Also, I think that they’d actually have to talk about it for Héctor to really consider the implications, you know? Like, it wouldn’t have been something men spent a lot of time thinking about, even a man as respectful and loving as Héctor. I don’t think he’d ever intend for their relationship to be anything like ownership, but I also don’t think he would have spent his days analyzing the faults in marital customs. But, as soon as Imelda tells him how she feels, he’s totally the kind of guy who would just immediately go, “Oh shit, you’re right, here let me fix it.”

Coco and Wedding Rings

Whatsup. Local fandom historian here (apparently that’s what I’m taking to calling myself until someone fights me to the death over the title) with more information about the early turn of the 20th century. 

Did y’all know how wedding rings used to work? 

Traditionally, wedding rings were not actually worn by men until the mid 1900′s. 

For the most part, it was something that women wore. Engagement rings weren’t even in production until the 1920′s and 30′s in America (SO TO ANYONE WRITING HÉCTOR AND IMELDA ENGAGEMENT FICS- THAT TIDBITS FOR YOU RIGHT THERE) and wedding rings were only worn by women. 

Now, some of y’all may be asking; but Humanity! Why were wedding rings only worn my women!

And I would say to you, because, dear reader, wedding bands were a sign of ownership. 

Women wore wedding bands to show that their husbands owned them. Granted, many did it so much out of the mere tradition that I’m sure no one looked as deeply into it then as I am now, but this was a very real thing. Where a man would give a woman the ring before the priest, she would take his name, and her identity would be sold away for some gold and a signature on paper. 

(which was rarely her signature)

Which is why I think Ernesto might have actually startled when he saw that Héctor wore a wedding ring. 

“What’s that.”

“It’s a ring.”

“It’s some string.”

“It’s my ring,” Héctor had insisted. “Imelda has gold. I have silver.” 

“Why do you have one?”

“Because my Imelda does,” says Héctor, tuning his guitar, the flash of bright silver attracting the more burly of the two’s eyes. 

Ernesto would never really get over it. And it wouldn’t be the first thing he’d criticize the other musician for doing when it came to the matter of his wife. 

As if Héctor cared. 

He’d insisted, before they’d gotten married. “I want one.”

“It’s for women.”

“Then find me another one. A different one.” And he’ll search through his belongings before he’s able to come back with a twisted bit of guitar wire, slipping it onto his finger. “See?” and she’d shriek and snort when he’d kiss her hard and loud and fast. “We match.”

“Idiota.”

“Soy tu idiota”

Here’s the thing, reader. I don’t know this for sure (no one does) but I honestly believe that Héctor still has his wedding ring. And I believe, truly, that so does Imelda. Somewhere, tucked away. Their fingers are too void of muscle and fat and skin, and the thing would just slip right off if they tried. But they both have theirs. And neither really says anything about it- choosing instead to stay quiet about the matter until the other brings it up. 

(It’ll be later in the year, a few months after Coco’s return, that he slips into the kitchen and sees her bent over a pot. The little ring on a chain hanging just above boiling water.)

(and it’ll be a few days later where she’ll watch him play guitar, and the little flash of oxidized silver beneath his vest, swinging by a thin, silver watch chain, will catch her attention just long enough to have her hands clasping tight into the sides of her dress.) 

(Coco notices both. She says nothing. But the rest of the Rivera’s notice her smile’s a little more I-know-something-you-don’t than usual.) 

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‘Kay but can I just

I have my own head canon that I’ll just fuze with this one for a moment. I have it in my head that Héctor was the last one to remember his parents; as soon as he died, they were forgotten. But who else would have come for him?

What if, after he died, he woke up in the street confused and scared and saw his mother or father--maybe both, maybe Death was merciful in this case--and they helped him and guided him, but as they reentered the Land of the Dead, they began to spasm and shimmer out of existence. They knew this would happen of course, and they tried to let him know that it was okay, but...

What if Héctor’s first experience in the Land of the Dead was losing his parents again?

It’s Indisputable: The Land of the Dead sends One Honorary Member to Sit with Living Members on their Deathbed and Guide them to the Bridge

and guess who gets chosen unanimously by the Rivera’s when it’s Miguel’s time to pass? 

I have it in my head that it comes a bit too early for any of their likings. 

and I also have it in my head that Héctor sitting beside a child is both the saddest and most heart wrenching scene I could ever think to depict. 

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They pile on top of Héctor at night to sleep. 

Also. I want one. 

And that was when Imelda learned she needed to get Pepita spayed. (They kept the babies though.)

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Oh bLESS

Gimme more of the werewolf au!!!

Fan art for @seasidefanasties ‘s quality fanfic, el amor domestica el corazón (x)

Honestly??? Honestly?????? I never stood a chance. I fell in love hard and fast with the concept of werewolf Héctor. It’s also a really good fic, only just now starting out. Y’all should read it and support the writer!