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Hey, can someone help me find a story that I read on AO3? I can't remember the title, but I think it was about Splinter and Leo being held in a cell, and Leo is either hurt or upset about something and gets comfort, then the other turtles come to rescue them. It was really sweet, and I would like to find it. Thanks
Based on "Borrowed Clothing," from Im_The_Doctor (Bofur1)'s Fluffy July 2025 series
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what do you mean he's fictional, we sleep in the same bed every night
Do not tag with NSFW stuff or reblog it to NSFW blogs. Not happy i have to add that
It's my 12 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
THE LITTLE HAT TIP
Something that we haven’t mentioned yet:
Héctor still acts on the manners of an early 20th-century man.
Imelda, who grew old in the 70′s, might have lost a lot of the little quirks and mannerisms of older times.
But Héctor, bless his soul, takes off his hat to greet her, stands when she leaves and arrives at the table, and always positions himself on the left side of the sidewalk beside the curb. He always offers his hand to help her off Pepita, folding his body into a careful, half bow.
“You know no one does this anymore,” she tells him as he stands for her arrival into the sitting room, taking his seat again once she’s taken hers on the threadbare couch. He does this too often. Yesterday he’d practically opened every door for her with the showmanship of a diplomat. “They’re old traditions.”
“So?”
“So.” She takes up her knitting, left on the side table, stacked neatly with the needles crossed. “So no one does them.”
“Señor Ritzo does them.”
“He died in 1833. He wears a top hat.”
“I could wear a top hat.”
“I like your hat.” She wiggles the needles around yarn. “I’m just saying you don’t have to take it off if a lady comes into the-”
Victoria chose then to arrive carrying a bowl of popcorn and the TV guide and Héctor stood from the couch and waiting until she’d settled herself into the wicker chair for her novelas. He sat again. Imelda pointed a needle his way, the yarn trickling down against her knees. “See? Like that.”
“So?” he says again, shrugging. “It’s polite. It’s gentlemanly. I’m a gentleman.”
“Ach. You’re living in the past.”
“What are you two fighting about?” Victoria throws popcorn into her mouth.
Imelda drops a stitch and glares at her knitting. “I was commenting on your Papá Héctor’s incessant need to live in the past. His manners are archaic.”
“They’re charming,” he defended. “Right Niña? Aren’t they charming?”
Victoria looked between the two of them like they’d somehow merged into one, two-headed freak. She shrugged. “I didn’t notice.”
“See, ‘Melda? She didn’t notice!”
“Doesn’t mean they’re not outdated, Héctor.”
He waves her off and turns to Victoria, who is happy enough to chat amicably about last weeks episode before the new one begins. There’s a commercial playing. Remember Me croons behind a skeleton exhibiting the many fine qualities of toothpaste.
“Ooh! Is it TV time!” Rosita has a rag in her hand and wipes thyme and parsley off her fingers. Héctor stands, extending a hand to lead her to her seat, updating her on his and Victoria’s latest favorite couple and who they think is this weeks victim. “I think they’ll kill off Roberto.” She sits, thanking Héctor.
“No manches! It has got to be Georgina. I hate Georgina.” He sits back down next to Imelda. “Besides. He can’t die. He and Julieta just kissed. I won’t have the best romance ruined for shock value.”
“I hate Roberto,” Victoria murmurs.
“Well, you’re wrong.”
“Maybe you’re wrong.”
“Listen to your elders, Niña.”
“I’m older than you,”
“It’s a metaphor. Metaphors are never wrong.”
Victoria snorts and throws popcorn at his head. Héctor catches it and pops it into his mouth.
“You did it again,” says Imelda.
Rosita looks at Victoria. Victoria hands her the bowl. “Mamá Imelda seems to have come to the conclusion that Papá Héctor is an outdated old fuddy-duddy.”
“Which I’m not,” he says, making sure to cast a glare his granddaughters’ way. “And I don’t remember her using that phrase.”
“It’s a metaphor.”
Rosita looks between the three of them. Imelda turns her eyes up from her knitting. “He stands for women coming into the room,” she explains to Rosita. “And out of the room. And if they pass through the room. He’s like a gopher.”
“Weasel,” says Rosita through popcorn. “You know? Like pop goes the weasel?”
Héctor murmurs something about being sold out as a joke. Imelda elbows him.
“Still,” she says about her husband, but not so much to him, even as he watches her with frustratingly large eyes. “Es antiguo.”
Rosita blinks. And then swells. And then swoons. “Oh! Like Mr. Darcy! From Pride and Prejudice! He stood for all the women, too. Fue muy romántico.”
“Oh? And when did this Proud Prejudice take place?”
“Pride and Prejudice, Mamá Imelda. And… I don’t know? 1800′s? Maybe?”
Imelda mouthes told you so to Héctor, who crosses his arms and sulks into the cushions and says “well I think it’s polite. But if you’d rather I didn’t stand for you-”
“No. Please. Keep doing it.” She holds a chuckles back, fiddling with the yarn in her hands. “Just know. You’re an ancient relic. You belong in a. museum. They should use you as their greeter.”
“Ha. Ha.”
“Ooh! Is it TV time?” Coco hobbles into the room. Héctor stands. Imelda snorts.
The cycle begins again.
I’ve decided that Héctor teaching Miguel to flirt will be the cutest old-timey thing. Because his advice is all from the 1910′s
Stand when a. lady comes into the room. Sit when she sits down, not before. Make sure you tip your hate. ALways stand on the curb side of the sidewalk. Lead your lady to her seat…
Imelda rolls her eyes and shakes her head and snorts. “You’re a relic, Héctor.”
“Oh hush, Imelda. It’s charming.”
“Yeah,” pipes up Miguel. “Char-Ming.”
“Mmhm. Sure.”
I recently noticed that there's something like that in the movie. Hector tips his hat when he greets Tia Chelo in the slums
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She has mental issues and an obnoxious loud singing voice that sounds like screaming
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Non-expressive, stiff characters, way too bland compared to the animated movie
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Way too overhyped, repetitive songs, also Mirabel is kind of dorky and Bruno is creepy
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I am not currently being romanced by a tender-hearted monster so, as you can imagine, I’m doing rather poorly.
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I've been co-creating and co-writing for a while now but @disneyprincessfangirl and I are beginning to have major problems with coming out with new chapters for Tales of Pixfare
And we need some ideas, feel free to suggest some ideas
Yes, please. Sometimes it's not easy to think of new chapters. We're totally open to suggestions.
But please, nothing inappropriate or anything that we would be uncomfortable writing
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!
Awesome post!
I know, right?! He's my comfort character and the dad I wish I could have.
Why give him just one 'best Dad ever' award?
Based on the Disney Animators Collection dolls. I was looking at them one day and the idea just came to me
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Here's another small detail that I just recently noticed. In this scene, both Hector and Miguel do the same hand gestures when they talk.
