#el mañana

[catofaurora]

top island in the vault

wait... this reminds me of something. ohyeah this!

from gorillaz - el mañana

[planetrhine]

Crushed

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Summary: An alternate ending to the filming of El Mañana. A "rehearsal" that turns to anything but.

Word count: 1,517

Warnings: Depictions of injury and blood

Originally published: 2018

A/N: Didn't mean to leave my writing untouched for months...but I'm posting my fanfics and misc writing again! From now on they'll be posted on weekends.

"You got that?"

Noodle stared down at her feet. She brushed her bangs back and clenched her fist to her side.

"I-I am-"

Murdoc cocked his head.

"I think I'm-"

"Come now. I can tell you're not ready. If you're not ready, just say so, ok? We don't have to shoot it now if you don't think you're prepared."

Noodle loosened her grip. "Whatever. I'm just a...little scared. But I think I got this."

"At least one more rehearsal. Can you do that for me?"

She bit her lip, but smiled. "Ok. Just one more rehearsal."

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Murdoc had proposed his latest music video idea for Gorillaz's newest song, El Mañana. It was likely going to be their most expensive- and possibly most dangerous- music video to date.

And Noodle was the star.

The rehearsal scene was similar to the windmill island, the final music video's location, except instead of an island, it was a regular strip of land with cardboard windmill and a cliff edge. A small plane flew Murdoc and Noodle to the area.

Noodle hesitantly stepped out of the plane. Murdoc walked over to her side and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Aight, allow me to explain the drill again," the man began. "For the first part, you walk around the strip and look all happy. Lay down in the grass, sit at the cliff, pick a flower or two. When you see the choppers, stop whatever you're doing and start running. They'll be firing blanks, so you don't have to worry about getting shot. Run for the windmill, duck and cover once you're inside, and wait until you hear one of the choppers fly past. Then you grab the parachute bag, run to the cliff, and jump off of it. Now, if this was the real thing, and Jimmy got to the parachute before you, you'd be fucked! Ahaha!"

Noodle shuddered.

"Hey hey hey, I'm joking! That would never happen to you. You're going to be fine."

So much for reassurance. It didn't take long for the old man to change from assuring to completely discouraging. Even around young Noodle, he'd drop his mercy and wouldn't hesitate to give her a scare.

"Oh, right." He pulled a radio out of his knapsack. "Take this. You know, so you can communicate with me. Just in case."

She pushed the device back. Murdoc stared in surprise. How did the girl go from being so nervous to this all of the sudden?

"Noodle? You sure you don't want it?"

"Nah." She looked up at him and smiled again.

"It's just a rehearsal."

~~~~~~~~~

It was a cloudy afternoon. A relaxing breeze blew in contrast to the dismal weather. The helicopters would be arriving in around 5 minutes.

The young girl slowly paced around the strip, studying the area. She was dropped off at the back of the land. A few dandelions and fence posts were scattered around her view. Noodle sat down in the grass. and smiled to herself. She could do this.

A low, but nearby rumbling vibrated the platform and grabbed Noodle's attention. She stood up. The silhouettes of two Comanche helicopters flew by in the distance. They seemed to have arrived earlier than planned. The Comanches turned in alignment to the edge of the strip and aimed their direction at Noodle.

They fired.

Noodle screamed.

She sprinted rapidly from the helicopters' targeting. Missiles exploded on contact with the ground, sending a blast of dust and debris that scathed her legs. Noodle continued to run furiously for her life. How was she going to get away?

The windmill.

She made a stretch for the windmill and dived inside it. More missiles grazed the structure's sides, barely missing their intended target.

Noodle dusted away at the scratches on her legs and swept the debris off. Questions raced through her mind.

Why did the helicopters fire? What happened to the blanks? Why did they arrive so early?

Did Murdoc know about this?

There was no time to ponder. Her life was on the line. If she didn't act fast, she could die.

Wait. The parachute.

And things got worse. Noodle searched desperately for the parachute bag. It wasn't anywhere to be found.

She was ready to break down at any moment.

"I-it was just a r-rehearsal, w-why did they f-fire, Muds said it-it would be safe, why did they fire, he pr-promised there was noth-nothing to worry about, this n-never h-happened before, WHY THE HELL DID THEY-"

She snapped back into reality. There was no time for a mental breakdown. Not now.

Noodle stacked a pile of nearby rubbish and climbed onto the pile. She peered out the nearest window for a better look. Left view. Nothing. Right view. Another low rumble. She could make out the nose of one Comanche coming into her direction. She gasped softly and quickly dived back inside. They were back.

"Run for the windmill, duck and cover..."

Murdoc's words echoed in her mind. She arranged the rubbish in a small bridge-like shape and ducked under the gap it made. The helicopter smashed itself head-on into the tower.

The top of the windmill was torn clean off. The teenager lifted herself out of the now-demolished structure and stumbled out. Deeper gashes covered more of her body. She looked in the distance and saw both helicopters this time. They saw her too, and fired at their target once more. She ran once again.

The sky grew darker. Where was she going to hide now? As if by luck, a Pazuzu statue in the very distance caught her eye. She sprinted for Pazuzu and dived in front of it. The killing machines zoomed past and continued their flight path straight ahead. They seemed to miss where the young girl went.

Noodle panted heavily, far more tired than she was before. Her cuts turned into bleeding gashes. She looked to her left and noticed a dirt-covered chest. She popped it open. Inside revealed a machine gun, ammunition, and...a parachute bag.

Why was the parachute bag here and not at the windmill?

That wasn't important now. What mattered was that the parachute was here. Noodle wrapped the gauze around her wounds and loaded the ammo in the machine gun's chamber. She was going to need it.

She could hear the helicopters roar. They had looped around the strip and found the girl. Noodle gritted her teeth bitterly. She never thought it would come to this, but here she was. No more hiding. No backing down.

It was do or die.

She fired. They fired. The machine gun's bullets collided with the helicopters' missiles, triggering a massive explosion. A cloud of grey and white smoke washed over the clearing. Noodle smirked. She got them.

Noodle dropped the gun and made one last run for it. All she had to was make it to the cliff. And she made it...

She skidded to a halt. Her heart almost stopped.

The parachute.

She forgot the fucking parachute.

She was so caught up in shooting down the helicopters that she didn't even remember to slip on the parachute bag. She was too far from where the massive shoot down took place. And who knows; the Comanches could have survived. There was no way she was going to run back there. No way.

Noodle rambled her mistakes to herself. Forgetting the parachute. Leaving the gun behind.

Refusing the radio Murdoc offered her.

She had no way to flee, get help, or defend herself. Her frivolous mistakes would be her undoing.

And uncontrollable rush of tears streamed down her face. She brushed her bangs aside and tried to wipe them away. Noodle looked down. A lone dandelion looked up back at her.

"Pick a flower or two."

Murdoc echoed again.

Noodle bent down and picked the flower. She extended her arm out and let the wind blow it bare. At least she could do one thing right before her downfall. She dropped the remaining stem beside her and drew in a heavy sigh.

A Comanche helicopter approached from behind.

Noodle took a massive leap off the cliff. The helicopter's shots tore through the air. More explosions went off as they scraped the cliff. Anything could happen at this point.

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Noodle's body lay several meters from the cliff. Wounds pervaded the young girl's body. Her sides. Her legs. Her arms. There wasn't a part of her body that the missiles didn't get.

It was excruciating just to breathe. Every breath she drew in burned like hell. She wanted to cry. Call for help. Sit up. Anything. But the immense pain shackling her body to the ground refused to let any part of her move. It was difficult to even let thoughts flow. Her body was bleeding profusely. Nothing was happening except for the earth being stained by deep red streams of her blood.

Too.

Much.

Blood.

"That would never happen to you. You're going to be fine."

He echoed one last time.

The excruciating pain from the breathing cooled down. There were no more breaths left coming out of her body.

[christianhj]

El ayer es historia el mañana es un misterio pero el hoy es un obsequio ”

[mytherbalegwladys]

Phase 2 (2005-2007): Poursuivie par des démons à plumes nommés les stryges, Stacy et Fify se réfugient au Studio Kong, où elle rencontre les Gorillaz. Elle s'entraîne en suivant le rythme, en chantant et en jouant du piano, de la guitare et avec le matériel DJ. En retrouvant sa passion pour la musique, elle décide d'utiliser son surnom "Chel" comme nom et rejoint le groupe en devenant une figure fraternelle pour Noodle (qui l'appelle "Onēsan" en japonais ou "Big Sister" en anglais). 2-D tombe amoureux de Chel, car elle l'inspire. Et du coup, ils passent du temps ensemble et en musique. Elle apprend plus tard qu'elle est la dernière héritière du pouvoir de Phenex, le démon-phénix. Elle comprend pourquoi les stryges la pourchassent depuis toujours. Après avoir déchainé son côté démonique sur les stryges et avoir commis de gros dégâts, Chel en compagnie de Fify rejoint leur amie, Noodle sur une île au moulin flottante pour trouver sa sérénité. Mais lors de l'attaque des hélicoptères, elle perd Noodle dans le crash de l'île flottante, après avoir atterrit avec Fify. Sauf qu'elle ignore que son amie japonaise a survécu.

[zero0logy]

im tired so have this lazy drawing of noodle before the disaster happened

theirs 2 versions because 1 has a filter on it!

[daftydill]

El Mañana redraw I drew on an airplane

[joegrafia]

El Mañana.

"Lord, I'm fine..." Mas por dentro de toda alegria, um suspiro de saudade. El Mañana.

[ghost-hawk]

Gorillaz-el mañana

Maybe in time, you’ll want to be mine.

[turrondeluxe]

[coffit0]

DIBUJITOS PARA CELEBRAR QUE MAÑANA HAY EVENTO DE LA INDEPENDENCIA DE MÉXICO 🥳🇲🇽🐅

Original pictures psjdjskfb

[no-place-to-be-happy]

Hello dears, I just cleaned my inbox (I had quite a few old things there from almost a year ago????) anyway 🦆✊, you can make requests, I will try to do my best 😭🙏💞

[ya-no-la-quiero]

El sol y sus flores / Rupi Kaur

[s4mubr3zz1]

JUSTOBER 14 + 16: Danceverso x Aliens !!

I'M SO LATE ON THIS- this day was beta drawing but I needed to do this first-

So- hello Wanderlust fans.........

I was supposed to draw a particular danceverse, but I couldn't come up with an idea to make it look good so, I decided to mix it with Wanderlust, since he's an alien.

and well, that's it.

(⁠˘⁠･⁠_⁠･⁠˘⁠)

[alieneen1]

❁ gabriel guevara gif pack

here is the link which will redirect you to #278 medium gifs of Gabriel Guevara as Mikel Minondo Ascunce in Desde el Mañana season 1 (2024). All gifs were made from scratch by me so please don’t claim them as your own and credit me if you use or repost it

tw : medical tools, hurting, kissing, illegal spying, nudity (male torso), erotic scene, violence, fainting

gabriel guevara’s ethnicity : Cuban, Spanish, French

[latinotiktok]

Bueno, me voy a dormir. Muchas gracias otra vez, hermanos, por todos los mensajes que dejaron, fueron un abrazo reconfortante. hoy no pude ver a ningún amigue en persona y me faltó eso, y ustedes me lo dieron.

re trolo lo mío, anyways besos

[sudaca-swag]

I can't believe they're making me defend Europeans of all people but I don't like those tiktoks of latines that emigrated to like Germany or Switzerland and want to impose their way of life, I don't care if you were used to playing loud music until 4 or 5 am in latam or talking very loudly in public spaces, you chose to move somewhere where you KNOW they behave in a radically different way, if you're bored then take it up with yourself for moving to a boring place with people who don't like people like us very much, but if you're in someone else's home you have to behave like they do and respect their norms