#Panchito González

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The Three Caballeros!!!

Redraw of... a lot of drawings, under the cut!!

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three gay caballeros <3

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You can't put Jose and Panchito here without their gringo husband

José Carioca & Panchito Pistoles from The Three Caballeros (1944)

Do Not Separate: These two are rarely seen without one another, due to the fact that they are two-parts of a trio, leading fans to interpret them as a couple.

It's Fanon: Due to the line "We're three caballeros, three gay caballeros", many fans, despite the evolution of the term "gay", have elected to ship all three caballeros together.

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Timon & Pumbaa from The Lion King (1994)

Do Not Separate: These two are always depicted together as a pair, due to the fact that they fulfill the same narrative role in tandem in their source material. This has lead fans to interpret them as a couple.

Outcasts: The two are introduced as social outcasts, with multiple reasons being given in canon, including their lifestyle choices.

Wait, You Were Joking?: Via improvised joke, Timon dons drag during the third act of The Lion King.

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Rivals : Scrooge McDuck & Flintheart Glomgold

Brainiacs : Gyro Gearloose & Ludvig von Drake (+ Little Helper & Intellectual-176)

Caretakers : Elvira "Grandma" Coot & Battista (Quackmore)

Dames : Xadhoom, Lyla Lay & Kay K

Caballeros : José Carioca & Panchito Pistoles (Panchito Romero Miguel Junipero Francisco Quintero González III)

Stars : "Glittering" Goldie O'Gilt & Queen Reginella

As it's been ages since I last published any of my drawings on this site, I decided to put all the pictures I've drawn in the last... many months... in one post. These were supposed to be part of much longer series, where I would draw ALL my favourite Disney Comic's characters (starting with ducks and then advansing to mouse verse), but I'm not sure if I'm going to continue that project anymore. Currently my fics (3 Hazbin Hotel wips & 2 PKNA translations) are keeping me too busy to take time to sit down drawing (not to mention that the busiest time in a year is just around the corner).

In case I decide to continue this work one day, I'll just reblog this with new parts added.

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I've always wanted to ask since it's never definite and changes based on adaption, but what's your preference for Panchito's last name? Pistoles? Romero Miguel Francisco Quintero Gonzalez III? No last name at all? Some combination like Pistoles being a stage name? If he lived with José in Rio long enough could he eventually adopt Carioca? It seems to differ for everyone which is one of the cool fandom things

HI! SO- I can safely say I don't consider Panchito's surname to be "Pistoles". To me, that's his stage name and an American stage name at that!! Getting a little meta for a bit here, the name "Pistoles" was chosen for the character simply because it was easier for the American audience to pronounce it with an "e" instead of the original "a" in the spanish word for "pistols". So, going back in universe, imagine that in the 1940s when the Three Caballeros commissioned a small series of posters with the little money they had, they all came with a typo in Panchito's name because of the language barrier/miscommunication with the print shop. But in the end Panchito kinda digged that XDDD "NO, LEAVE IT IN!!! It makes it new and exciting, guys!!!" Paco might say, upbeat and always seeing the bright side of every situation. I like to imagine that his nickname in his hometown and stage name in México was "Panchito Pistolas" and just "Panchito" for family and friends. As for his actual surname I really dig the House of Mouse version, (Panchito Romero Miguel Junípero Francisco Quintero González Tercero) even if it means he would be Francisco twice XD, tbh not the weirdest naming decision to happen in latin america by far...

AS FOR JOSÉ!!! Well, first, I don't think that either one of them would adopt any of each others' surnames (but this is my own bias because I kinda hate the whole changing names for marriage and the burocracy it entails-) Also I'm in the fence whether to consider "Carioca" to be José's real surname or not. This is very much me overanalyzing the character but we are in the "overanalyzing stupid characters website" so whatever- The thing with José is that, here in Brazil, "Zé Carioca" reads simply as a very descriptive nickname meaning "guy from Rio". Reason why I can totally see it being just a nickname that later got turned into a stage name for him. So, it also doesn't make sense to me for Panchito to have it in his name, that Bitch (affectionate) isn't carioca! But anyways, just to clarify, can "Carioca" be a surname? Yes, absolutely!! It is, in fact, a surname that exists in Brazil although it's not a very popular one. But when you consider the character's history and also Zé's cousins (the joke with them being that each has a regional name after "Zé" indicating where they are from), the idea you get is that Carioca is not a family name but a label. The comics have also shown us some of Zé's relatives that could indicate what other alternative surnames he may have but, mind you, none of this means that Zé would have inherited these particular surnames! So we're still in headcanon valley here. First, there are Zé's two grandads: Zé Paiva (or Zeca Paiva) and Josué Carioca. We don't know which one is from mother's side or father's side tho. And later there are more relatives, including two grandmas, one from the Dutch comics, Oma Carioca (aka vovó Carioca), and the other from a recent Culturama release, Isaura Araripe. Once again we don't know which one represents the mother's side and which represents the father's side. In the Culturama special story tho, José's family, including himself, identify as "Araripe" (a real surname but also a play on the word "arara" meaning "macaw" in portuguese).

So, we coooould make Zé Carioca's registry name be any mix of these like "José Araripe Carioca" or "José Paiva Araripe" OR "José Carioca Araripe" OR "José Paiva Carioca" OOOOR if you're a fan of long names "José Carioca Araripe Paiva". The mother's family name comes first in Brazil but since we don't know which one that would be, you can pick and choose to your heart's content. I said all that BUT I'm also a big fan of the "descriptive" nature of "José Carioca" as a name for the character, because it almost grants him a kind of anonimity. There are millions of Zés in Brazil and millions of cariocas (in relation to place of birth) too. Which makes him LITERALLY JUST A GUY!!! Just a little guy commiting scams all around and nobody fucking knows his real name-- A REAL POWER MOVE in my opinion. That said, I would also find it very funny if he had the most WIDELY USED Brazilian surname and ONLY THAT, making him "José Silva" or "José da Silva", so he could maintain that "generic guy" energy in his registry name as well.

[andre-ponche]

A fact that was overlooked.

Panchito's real name should be Panchito Romero Miguel Junípero Francisco Quintero González Morales III

With the surname "Morales" too, since Latinos have two surnames, the first from the father and the second from the mother. and we know that his mother's last name is Morales. This little detail makes me a little angry.

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Paging Doctor Duck Ch. 4

The soft twitters of birds outside his window slowly pulled Donald from his slumber. His eyes drifted open, snapping close when the bright, morning light sent dagger-like pains into his skull. He groaned as he buried his face into his pillow in order to hide from the well-meaning sunshine.

‘Being hungover sucks.’

Daring to take a peek at his bedside alarm clock, Donald saw that it was a little after eight in the morning. He also took notice of the bottled water, aspirin, and a small note right next it. ‘Huh?’ he thought, quickly helping himself to the medicine and water before reading the note.

Hola Donal’,

We had a lot of fun with you last night and I can’t wait until we do it again soon! Also, do not forget that the rodeo is today. Zé and I look forward to meeting your sobrinos!

See you soon,

Panchito

Right, the rodeo is today. Ugh, why did he have to make such decisions when he was drunk? ‘Oh well. At least it’s not until this afternoon,’ he thought before flopping back down in his bed. ‘Wait…how did I…get back home?’

While memories from last night were a bit spotty, he clearly remembered being too hammered to drive himself back home safely. He also remembered turning down José’s offer to spend the night at the club, the parrot having a bed in his dressing room in case he was ever too partied out to make it home. Donald also recalled declining the offer because no amount of liquor was going to make him trust those bedsheets.

That meant that Panchito “good genes” González must’ve gotten him home. Pushing past the pounding in his head, he somewhat remembered the familiar neighing of Señor Martinez, a drunken farewell from José, a long and bumpy ride somewhere, and finally the gentle feeling of someone tucking him into bed and petting the top of his head.

“Dulces sueños, Donal’~~”

The doctor flushed pink. ‘Screw this. It’s much too early to be thinking about such things…’ the duck thought with a grumble, covering his head with his pillow and falling back asleep.

~*0o0*~

“Boys, stay close,” instructed Donald as he and his three nephews, Huey, Dewey, and Louie, made their way through the crowded area. Currently, the small duck family was at the California Rodeo Salinas to watch “World Famous Panchito” perform his rodeo tricks. Donald hadn’t really been all that keen to watch such a thing, considering how often the rooster would show up at the hospital injured after his performances, but the triplets were excited to see the spectacle, so he couldn’t really complain. He even bought them cowboy outfits for the occasion.

“’Naldo! ‘Naldo, over here!”

The uncle of three turned to see José running up to them, looking unfairly more put together than Donald felt. “Afternoon, Jo---ACK!”

“Boa tarde, my friend! I have missed you so much!” the parrot greeted, wrapping up the duck in a tight hug.

‘It hasn’t even been 24-hours yet…’ the doctor thought, feeling his ribs creak due to the strength of the hug. He awkwardly patted the parrot’s back in return before introducing him to his boys. “José, I’d like you to meet my nephews, Huey, Dewey, and Louie. Boys, say hello.”

“Hello…”

“Mr. José…”

“…It’s nice to meet you!”

“So nice to meet you boys as well! I especially like your cowboy outfits. Did your tio buy them for you?”

“He sure did…”

“…Mr. José…”

“…He’s the best Unca ever!”

The lime green parrot nodded in agreement. “Of that, I agree with you!”

“So, where are we sitting, José?” the duck asked quickly. His face was red from all praise he was receiving.

The smile on the Brazilian playbird faltered, a pout pulling at his lips. “… “José”…?” he questioned softly.

Donald blinked in surprise before more recollections from last night came to mind. His face turned an even brighter red somehow and he felt a phantom burn on his skin where Panchito and José had kissed his scarred shoulder. “…Joe…”

José brightened right back up after that before linking their arms together like they had last night. “Come, I will show you to our seats. ‘Chito is waiting for us there since his event isn’t until later. Let us go!”

“Alright, no need to pull…”

~*0o0*~

Introductions to Panchito went similarly to what it had with José, including the same back-breaking hug. He remarked positively on the children’s cowboy outfits and even gifted them with child-size lassos to go along with their color-coded clothing.

“Wow!”

“Thanks!”

“Mr. Panchito!”

“You are most very welcome, my little niños!” the Mexican said. He then turned to Donald and José. “I have a little something for you two, as well,” he announced before somehow pulling out two sombreros from underneath his own and placing them on their heads. “There we go, amigos! Now we match!”

“Obrigado, my friend!”

Donald tottered a bit, the brim of the sombrero falling over his eyes, temporarily blinding him before he could right it. “Yeah, thanks…Panch,” the duck said, trying to ignore the way Panchito’s ruby eyes lit up at his nickname.

~*0o0*~

“Whooaaaa!!” screamed a man as he tumbled end over end through the air.

*Crash*

“Oof! Do you think that guy is alright, Unca Donald?” asked Huey.

Donald was already analyzing the man’s injuries in his mind. Judging by the angle the man’s arm and leg were now in, he surmised the man most likely had broken bones, bruised ribs, and maybe even a concussion. The deep, hoof imprints on the man’s derrière, courtesy of the bull, would also make it hard for him to sit down properly in the coming days. “According to my medical expertise…no.”

“I am curious as to why people enjoy pursuing such dangerous pastimes…” José wondered as the group watched the rodeo clowns load the unconscious man onto a stretcher and carry him away.

Donald huffed. “Funny, I thought you’d appreciate a “flirting with danger” lifestyle.”

José laughed sheepishly at that.

Eventually, it was time for Panchito to take the stage.  The bull he was getting ready to ride was named Raging Storm, and it seemed to be aptly named. The beast had already sent multiple people to the hospital.

“Will Mr. Panchito be okay, Unca Donald?” Dewey asked nervously.

“…He should be fine…” the uncle tried to reassure, but even he was feeling a little anxious. While never to the terrible extent like the other competitors, Panchito would often sustain many injuries because of his profession. Donald jumped when he felt something touch the back of his hand, looking down to see José’s yellow-gloved hand on his, gently squeezing it.

“‘Chito will be okay,” the parrot said with a confident smile.

Donald returned the reassuring gesture with a smile of his own, squeezing back. “Right.”

After the announcer did the countdown, Raging Storm was released from the pen. As predicted, the bull began tearing across the arena, bucking and kicking aggressively to fling his rider off. Panchito, being the skilled rider he was, easily weathered the storm, holding on with only one hand while swinging his sombrero with the other. The crowd erupted into cheers, growing louder with each passing second counting down.

‘How is it that these last few seconds feel like an eternity?’ thought Donald as he willed time to move a little faster. He worried that he was crushing José’s hand, but the parrot was holding his just as tightly.

Three seconds…

Two seconds…

One second…

The sound of the ending buzzer filled the area and Panchito effortlessly dismounted from the bull to the roaring sounds of applause. The doctor breathed out a long sigh of relief he hadn’t been aware he was holding. Huey, Dewey, and Louie were cheering like crazy in their seats along with José. Donald tried his best to clap as well but found it difficult since José still had a grip on one of his hands.

“See? I told you he would be fine!” the Brazilian exclaimed, though he looked immensely relieved as well. “C’mon, wave to him, ‘Naldo!”

Donald did as instructed and waved at his patient/friend when he looked in their direction. The rooster’s ruby eyes lit up when he spotted the duck and parrot, blowing a kiss their way. Donald tried to blame the residual adrenaline for the way his heart skipped a beat.

~*0o0*~

“Are you holding on tight, niños?” asked Panchito as he held on to Señor Martinez’s reins.

“We are!” chorused the triplets.

“Bueno! Okay, here we go!” Panchito gently pulled the horse forward, moving at an easy pace.

“Wheeee!!” cheered the children.

Señor Martinez tossed his head back and neighed happily as he proudly carried his three passengers.

Donald watched the scene unfold with a smile, happy that his nephews were enjoying going on a horseback ride. Due to his busy and hectic work schedule, it was rare for him to be able take his kids out for a day of fun. The excitement from today also meant the boys would sleep like babies tonight, saving him from their usual bedtime wars. Currently, he sitting on the porch of Panchito’s ranch, polishing off the delicious, yet incredibly spicy meal from Panchito’s mother, Maria González. José doing the same next to him.

“Would you care for seconds, boys?” asked Maria, a plump hen with similar colors to her son. A yellow apron tied around her waist.

“No, thank you ma’am,” Donald declined. His already burning mouth wouldn’t be able to take anymore punishment. “Ah, maybe a little water, please.”

“I would like to have more of your delicious food, Mamá Maria. Por favor. And might I add that your cuisine is muito delicioso!”

The mother hen let out a giggle. “My, what a charmer! I’m so pleased that my son brought home such impeccable men! And Donal’, you raised such wonderful, well-mannered boys.”

“Hehe thank you, ma’am,”  the duck replied with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his head. The mother took away their plates and walked back indoors with the promise of seconds and Donald’s water.

 “Of course, you’d be able to handle spicy food just fine…” Donald muttered with a little jealousy.

José chuckled. “True, but now that we have been introduced and accepted into ‘Chito’s family, you can build up your spice tolerance!”

“Yeah, I guess I…” the doctor’s words trailed off when he fully digested the Brazilian’s words. Mama Maria’s words also mixing in and created a weird jumble in his mind, his heart once again squeezing in his chest. “…Stop that…” he grumbled, both to José and his annoying heart.

“Hmm? Stop what~~?”

Donald felt his cheeks heat up as José leaned forward, a coy smile on his beak and his eyes shimmering in the sunset like the topaz his Uncle Scrooge made him polish for only a few cents an hour. “That! You know what you’re doing! Stop that!”

Before the parrot could do anything more, Donald found himself ensnared by a lasso, Panchito holding the other end with a teasing smile on his face. “And that, niños, is how you lasso someone!”

“Whoa!” exclaimed Huey.

“So cool!” cheered Dewey.

“Will you teach us how to do that one day?” asked Louie.

“Of course!”

“Will you teach me as well, ‘Chito?” questioned José as he happily took advantage of Donald’s lack of mobility, poking his stomach and pinching his reddened cheeks. “It is definitely a…useful skill~.”

“Oh, indeed I will, Zé!” a playful smile spread across Panchito’s face as he stepped closer to his two friends, his voice lowering a couple of octaves. “Es un buen aspecto para el…”

Even with his very limited Spanish, Donald understood what the rooster said. Steam was practically shooting out of his ears and his face the color of cherries. “I said to stop that!”

TO BE CONTINUED~

[westleywithatea]

Who in the qsmp fits this iconic Disney trio?

An American duck in a sailor outfit, a Mexican rooster cowboy, and a Brazilian (Carioca) parrot magician.

For those unfamiliar: the duck is Donald Duck. the parrot is José "Zé" Carioca. and the rooster has a few different names. Including Panchito Pistolas and Panchito Romero Miguel Junipero Francisco Quintero González III. These new characters (and this scene) were featured in Disney's The Three Caballeros (1944).

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Crime de Homicídio em Bairro Obrero : Incidente Ocorreu em um Prédio de Aluguel em PJC

Uma execução ocorreu em um prédio de aluguel localizado na interseção das ruas Charagua e Panchito López, onde aparentemente foram utilizadas armas de fogo de diversos calibres para cometer o crime. Testemunhas relataram que os assassinos chegaram de carro ao local. A vítima, supostamente identificada como Clemencio “Gringo” González, foi encontrada sem vida dentro da residência após a chegada…

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I've been watching LOTTC and I LOVE it??? So here are some very self-indulgent feminine designs of my Bois 💚💙❤️🙈 (and yes that's a cosplay that's happening probably asfdjajdj)

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WOW Panchito!! Disney lets you have two boyfriends?!?! /j

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❤✨Familia González✨❤

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[belarix]

What if Blu from Rio could be in Ducktales? How could it be his design? Well, I drawn the approximate result.

In the moment that José meets to his new carioca friend and touch him, the jealousy of the rooster comes to light.

[vane-ir]

The Face Of Happiness ✨💙✨

La Cara De La Felicidad✨💙✨

[breir]

José: What means "Ay caramba"? 💚 Panchito: Oh, yes! I don't know  💖