and maybe come up with a name

anonymous asked:

ma dud, Twily and Trixy would totally hook up for that sweet chemistry that comes with rivalry between two ambitious people. but it indeed would burnout pretty quickly. now i dunno whom you'd give the roles of Twi's exes, but here's important question - in the early days was there anyone who was trying to date Twi for gain, maybe even manipulate her? like making rumors and feeding them to tabloids and using the commotion to tell Twi that she'd look bad if she would deny them? COUGHBluebloodCOUGH

I don’t think I’d assign certain characters just to be list of names that Twilight’s been with; Trixie was an exception ‘cuz I can see her being buddies with Rarity and teasing Twilight every now and then while Twi would blush and pout on the sidelines with Starlight (who’s totes Trixie’s girlfren let’s be real). BUT in the context of Twilight being chased simply for her status or money, I’m sure it’s happened before: she was very obviously single and rising to fame and they wanted a piece of that, so they tried to romance her. I think it’d happen at least twice before Twilight eventually just swore off relationships for a while and simply just put any idea of a romantic endeavor, brief or serious, out of mind. So she’d be out of the “dating game” for a few years and focus entirely on her work.

As for an example of a bad relationship,  hmm… I mean Blueblood would be an obvious choice but if that’s the case I don’t really see him being manipulative so much as it’s him being unbearably shallow and not putting in the effort for their relationship, so it died really fast but unlike the others, it didn’t end so well.

anonymous asked:

Where does 'leifor' come from? Is it French? It sounds kinda French

it’s just a name i made up that sounded nice, so it comes from my head only

maybe i’m french somewhere deep inside

[ Closed starter Part 2/NSFW coming riiiiight up on a silver platter ]

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@sugcrlcnd-princxss

🎈 T-That’d be nice! Uhh . . woo . . i-is it warm out here or is it just me, B-Bonnie?

Beppi whimpered, his heart pumping faster than before, but he pulled her into the castle and chuckled, no . . this can’t be right, it was all fake, right?

🎈 S-So . . what would you like to name her? It could be anything really! Snowpuff maybe?

Fandometrics compiled the year’s top meme tags, but we know that memes are so much more than the metadata we measured. To add some color to 2017’s meme culture, we invited Justin and Nick, the moderators of Meme Documentation (@memedocumentation), to contribute their expertise to Year in Review.

2017 in Memes

Life is fleeting. Life on the internet even moreso. Because of this, my friends and I launched Meme Documentation in 2015. It was a place to document the memes that became popular on Tumblr. We were committed—even checking the Tumblr at our high school prom. After a year of steadfast dedication, we decided to take  2016 to focus on our IRL instead of the URL. We found we missed the memes too much and came back with a vengeance this past year.

2017 has been an exciting year of memes on Tumblr. We saw the popularization of  “oh, worm?”, discovered Tom Holland may or may not be hiding a frog in his mouth, and debated the origins of the distracted boyfriend meme. We also noticed that many of this year’s most popular memes had one thing in common: the concept of nostalgia.

The year of nostalgia

Memes are more than just jokes made on the Internet. They’re a way people can connect and feel a sense of belonging. 2017 has been…difficult. It seems many of us have felt the need to look back on simpler times, and the growth of nostalgia-heavy memes reflected that. The floor is lava meme reminds us of the popular childhood game of the same name. The Woody Collective, in its own strange way, calls back to the films we enjoyed as kids. Even songs from nearly a decade ago began to resurface as new memes.

Originally posted by blazepress

In February 2017, 2008’s “Shooting Stars” by Bag Raiders began to get repurposed in video remixes. Typically, the song kicks in when a person or character flies into space.

Over the summer, the 2009’s “Fireflies” by Owl City transformed into a text-based meme that riffs on the line, “You would not believe your eyes if ten million fireflies.” You probably recognize one of the more well-known posts: “you would not believe your pants if ten million fire ants.”

Originally posted by owlwithabrokenwing

The Elf on the Shelf meme offered up a double dose of nostalgia, melding the children’s picture book and toy of the same name with 2015’s meme “You’ve heard of Bigfoot, now get ready for Smallhand.”

Memes in the future

All good things must come to an end, and that includes @memedocumentation. We’re moving on in 2018. That doesn’t mean documenting memes has to be over. Anyone can do it. If you love a meme and want to remember it, consider documenting it yourself. Maybe even tag it #meme documentation.

And remember, if you’re ever feeling nostalgic, especially about the nostalgic memes, Meme Documentation’s documented memes from 2015 and 2017 will always be here for you.

<3, - Meme Documentation (@memedocumentation)

Besides the vast potential for hilarious shenanigans with the Reaper Trio (do we have a name for them yet, I know someone can come up with something better than that), I also just really like the thought of these guys as a family.

They’re home late from a mission so they all shuffle off to Taako’s place (where Kravitz maybe also lives?? or does eventually??) and Taako complains at length about how late it is but there’s a freshly-cooked meal waiting for them so they all know Taako’s been sitting next to his stone all night.

They try to tell stories about the mission but they’re all speaking over each other to make themselves sound the coolest - at least, Lup and Kravitz are. Barry isn’t nearly as worried about his perceived coolness; he’s been lovingly referred to as “nerd” for far too long now. If Taako (or whoever else is listening) wants to know the real story, he’ll just ask Barry later. Barry is brutally honest.

If there’s a uniform, Lup and Taako customize the trio’s. If there’s not, they come up with coordinating outfits. Kravitz insists he’s not wearing that. Lup insists that he is. In a truly underhanded move, Taako asks Kravitz if he doesn’t like the outfit that Taako personally made for him. There is only one right answer. (Lup made sure Barry’s included his bluejeans and gets a kiss on the cheek.) (The Raven Queen loves the outfits and soon everyone has them, including everyone in the office.)

Lup and Barry start acting sickeningly sweet with mounds of pda edging into what should not be pda right in front of Kravitz, so Kravitz starts talking loudly about what he and Taako did last night. The questionable pda screeches to a halt. Lup and Barry do not look at him or each other for the rest of the mission. Kravitz worries that Taako will be mad, but when Kravitz tells him, Taako starts howling with laughter.

Barry gets separated from the group during a mission and Lup is trying to act like she’s not worried, but Kravitz knows better by now. He holds Lup’s hand because he knows that’s a comfort thing with her and Taako.

They’ve all been away too long and they know Taako worries no matter what he says, so they call him and it’s just a mess of all of them trying to talk at the same time and Taako can’t make sense of anything they’re trying to say.

Kravitz keeps trying to use the accent. Lup and Barry also come up with accents to use. Kravitz stops using the accent but it takes the other two another full week to stop.

Barry loves the twins in different ways, but it’s nice to have someone else around who doesn’t spread chaos on a near-constant basis. Kravitz is a good choice for company during quiet moments, and sometimes when it’s just the two of them they don’t say anything at all. It’s a comfortable silence.

Barry and Kravitz are Not Allowed in the kitchen after nearly burning it down while trying to cook their significant others a nice dinner. The intentions were sweet. The resulting property damage was not.

No Kissing In Front Of Me *Steve Harrington x Reader*

Originally posted by wlntrfell

Requested by Anon: Steve Harrington x Reader where you’re Dustin’s older sister and Dustin has Steve over to babysit him bc Reader is supposed to be out on a date but she comes home like halfway through with like super ready eyes and tells them she found out he’s cheating on her because he stood her up to go with the other girl or something
Pairings: Dustin Henderson x Sibling! Reader & Billy Hargrove x Reader (Mentioned briefly) & Steve Harrington x Reader
Word Count: 
A/N: I couldn’t be bothered to make up a name for the reader to possibly be on a date with. Billy is someone that comes across as a cheating, maybe not taking the relationship with reader seriously, type. - Rosalie



“Why are you even going out with that jackass?” Dustin asked, watching you through the vanity mirror reflection as you got ready for your date. You muttered a soft ‘language’ to your little brother who just scoffed. “You can date anyone, literally, ANYBODY! But you go out, willingly, with Billy Hargrove?”

You sighed gently as you finished with your make up. You had been going out on a few dates with the new guy, well he wasn’t new anymore, he and his sister had been here for a few months. You didn’t really get why Dustin and his party hated him, he was kind of an asshole but so was everyone else in this town. Dustin always said, ‘There are just things that I know that you don’t, I don’t trust him’. You liked he was looking out for you but you’re the older sibling, it should be the other way round.

“Why do you hate him so much? Enough with the bullshit, what happened to make you hate him?” Dustin shrugged, shoulders slumped and eyes cast to his hands as he toyed with your comforter on your bed. “I’m going on that date, Dustin. Whatever you think of him isn’t true, he’s been nothin’ but nice to me. He doesn’t pressure me for anythin’ and he’s really sweet too. Tell me what happened and I won’t go on that date, if you tell me what happened with Billy I’ll call him off.”

Before Dustin can even open his mouth the doorbell chimes, you raise your eyebrows but Dustin sighs. You both stand up, you’re dressed in a pale pink dress with a denim jacket thrown on. Dustin opens the door, revealing Steve Harrington, his babysitter for the night, plus a new founded best friend. It was cute, how both he and Steve had a brotherly bond. They looked out for one another, it made you smile to see Dustin finally have someone to look up to, admire and Steve was someone that you trusted to lead your brother in a good direction.

You smiled as Steve looked at you. “Wow, Y/N, you look… wow.” He compliments, at loss for words and it brings a slight blush upon your cheeks as you roll your eyes at him.

“Okay, I’ll see you both in a few hours. Don’t miss me too much,” You grin waving bye at both of them and walking out of the door.

*Steve’s P.O.V kinda*

Steve stared at the door as it closed softly, watching you leave to go on a date with Billy Hargrove always rubbed him the wrong way. Knowing that someone as kind, sweet and genuinely good was hanging around with the asshole Billy, made Steve feel sick to his stomach. His blood boiled at the thought of it, it left a funny after taste in Steve’s mouth whenever you talked about your dates with Billy.

“Steve!” Dustin’s voice pulled Steve from his mind and he looked at the shithead and shrugged his shoulders in response. “Jealousy back again?”

Steve rolled his eyes and sat down, Dustin had got into his pea-sized brain that Steve was jealous. Jealous that Billy got to date you and not him, which was ridiculous. Steve Harrington doesn’t get jealous, he doesn’t even know why he’d be jealous. It’s just you. Dustin’s older sister. Who was sweet, kind and beautiful, who had this thing where if she laughs too hard she hiccups?

“I’m not jealous of Billy Hargrove,” Steve states, turning the TV on and looking at the VHS movies that Dustin had picked to watch tonight. “What do I have to be jealous about?”

Dustin rolled his eyes, sitting down also. “Are you pretending to be dumb or are you actually this stupid all of the time?” That receives a stern glare from Harrington, “I know she’s my sister but I am told constantly that she’s beautiful, plus she has to be somewhat good looking because ” Dustin gestures to his smiling face and Steve tries not to chuckle at that. “It’s okay if you like-like her, better you than Billy.”

Steve puts in the movie and that leaves him to think over what Dustin has said. He glances at Dustin who is consumed by the movie, mouth slightly agape as he fully zoned in on the SyFy movie. Steve had grown accustomed to life with the kids, looking after the little shits was now just second nature to him. You were sort of a package deal, you didn’t know about any of the events with the upside down world but you managed to still be part of their lives. You were sort of an innocence that everyone loved, you knew something has happened but you preferred to not know.

It’s for the better that way. Steve liked that you weren’t carrying any of the weight, that you managed to still be a supportive person but in a way that was different for everyone. It was hard to keep that life away from you, it’s partly why he hates you are dating Billy. If you knew what had happened, you wouldn’t be dating him but he had made a promise. To the boys, to Eleven, to Hopper and Joyce to not tell.

“So, you wouldn’t mind if I dated Y/N?” Steve asked, eyes trained on the TV. “I know she’s dating Billy but if that didn’t work out-”

“Steve, you have my permission to date my sister. No kissing in front of me, that’s all I ask.” Steve smiles slightly and both go back to watching the movie, halfway in when the front door crashes open. “Son-of-a-bitch!” Dustin yells, turning his head to see his sister standing in the doorway, he holds his hand over his heart.

It takes both boys a few seconds to realise you’re crying. Eyes red, small sobs escaping your lips and you throw your purse to the floor and pull off your shoes, running past them towards your room ignoring their yells of your name. Steve looks at Dustin who is just as shocked as he is by your outburst.

“You don’t think Billy…” Dustin trails off, instantly Steve is to his feet and Dustin follows him down the short hall to your door where Steve knocks on the door. “Y/N, we’re coming in!” Dustin yells, knowing you never lock your door anyway.

Steve opens the door silently and both peak in. Your laying on your bed, hair a mess of curls and crying into a pillow. Dustin walks passed Steve, sitting down beside your head and petting your hair softly, trying to comfort you silently. Steve awkwardly sits down, placing a hand on the small of your back and rubbing comforting circles. They wait till your sobs had quieted down, listening to cry was one of the worst things Steve has endured. Yeah, he’s had to fight demogorgons but this was another level.

“Y/N, what happened?” Steve asked and you lifted your head, hair sticking your tear stained cheeks that are red and blotchy. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, anger swept through them but also sadness. “Did Billy… do something… like-”

“No.” You shake your head, fresh tears welling in your eyes. “He turned up with another girl, with Stacy. He’s been seeing her behind my back, cause I wasn’t putting out.” Dustin’s face flashed with anger. “I’m such a stupid shit head!” You groaned, accepting the hug from your little brother and Steve scoffed, causing both Henderson siblings to look at him.

Steve shakes his head. “Billy is the shithead. You deserve better than him, got it? A guy like that isn’t worth your tears, you’re too good for him. If he can’t keep it in his pants that’s his fault, not yours.” You raised your eyebrows at Steve, who crossed his arms and glared at the wall opposite him. “I should punch him in the face again for doing that to you.”

“Again?” You asked slightly amused that he had even punched Billy for the first time. Dustin looks wide-eyed at Steve who does the same, you sighed. “Need to know, right?” They nod and smiled slightly. “Thank you, both of you for being here. I think I’m going to call it a night.” They nod, Dustin gets up and leaves the room first but Steve hesitates, making you look at him slightly confused.

He shuffles slightly nervously. “Y/N… have a good sleep.” Steve sighs before leaving your room, kicking himself for not saying anything to you about his true feelings.

*

It had been almost a week since that godawful date with Billy. You tried to keep yourself occupied, extra schoolwork and hanging out with Nancy. The humiliation of that day was what hurt you the most, Billy had let you believe the date was still on, he didn’t cancel or say anything about what was happening with Stacy. He let you walk in, alone and see him with another girl like he planned it or something.

Walking down the street towards your house you hear arguing. Well, more of bickering between two people. You glance up to see Steve and Dustin in the driveway of your home, Dustin was meant to be at Mike’s studying and Steve, well he was meant to be off being Steve somewhere else- having a day off from being the kid’s mom. You frown as you walk closer, Steve is holding roses and Dustin has his radio headset on, seemingly talking over it whilst simultaneously walking to Steve.

“What’s going on?” You asked walking closer, Dustin jumps slightly and turns to you with a nervous smile. “I thought you were going to Mike’s tonight?” You asked with a slight frown at his reaction.

It’s a solid minute before anyone speaks up. “I’m helping Steve… he’s got a date.” You nod slowly and glance at Steve, who is nervously stood holding the roses and smiling awkwardly. A pang of something shoots through your chest, whoever he was taking on a date was a lucky girl.

“Oh.” Is all you can manage, “Well, have fun and don’t take all of my brother’s advice.” You try to chuckle and smile but it sounds forced, you go to walk around them and inside the house, to cry to your mother but you’re stopped by someone tugging on your wrist.

You frown up at Steve. “Y/N, I need to tell you something.” You nod and turn back towards Steve, waiting for whatever he needs to say, he stares at you for a moment. “Fuck it!”

Before you can process what is happening his lips are on yours, his hands holding your shoulders and the roses fall to the floor beside your feet. You instantly respond, melting into the kiss that’s unlike anything you’ve ever had. You feel Steve smile against your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist as yours rest against his neck.

“GROSS!” You pull apart and look at Dustin, who is horrified. “I said no kissing in front of me, that was the only rule. You asshole.” he picks up his bike, muttering curse words and names at Steve, “one fucking rule, can even follow that. I do everything to help this guy, this is how he repays me.”

Steve purses his lips and holds back the chuckle. “Thank you, shithead,” Steve calls, Dustin turns and flips him off before riding off down the street to Mikes. “It was worth breaking that one rule.” Steve shrugged at you, you chuckled lightly nudging him, he bends down and picks up the roses again. “Prepare to go on the best date of your life.” He challenges, pulling you by your hand towards his car.

“Is this the first time you’ve hung out with someone your own age in a while?” You smirk as Steve blinks at you, mock offence. “How will they survive without you?”

Steve rolled his eyes, opening your door before walking around to his side and starting the engine to the car. It’s silent as he begins to drive off towards your date destination, “I do need to stop in to make sure they all get home okay.” He mutters causing you to chuckle at him, he sighs and chuckles along with you.

(Decided to end it funny. Hopefully, whoever requested this likes it. I had fun writing it, I like the whole Dustin’s sister thing, I like writing the reader as one of the kids sibling. - Rosalie)

Disrespect me? Get Shut Down and Blacklisted

So I used to work as a waiter at a fairly okay steakhouse around the US. Enjoyed my job, got great satisfaction from making people happy, had regulars who loved me and would only come in to see me (even long after the menu items they originally came for stopped being offered).

Well the company decides that this particular location needs a new General Manager. This is someone who was, as it turns out, fired from his last GM position for toxic behaviours including but not limited to sexual harassment of younger female staff.

A'ight, no big. I can roll with pretty much anything. Mostly because I’m very ‘out’ about being LGBT (specifically the T part) and surround myself with friends and family who are totally cool with that.

GM is an older gentleman, conservatively raised, and incredibly vocal about his personal politics (including, oddly enough, something about there being more trees in north america NOW than there has ever been, and how global warming is good because ‘all those trees need all that carbon dioxide anyway’). Odd fellow, not very well educated, but this is lower-end management at best anyway so what can you expect?

Well, as I’ve said, I was very much 'out’ at work, and so would, when appropriate, gently remind my coworkers that certain pronouns are maybe… not the best used when referring to me. In reference to the GM, though this fellow would go out of his way to refer to me using an incorrect honorific- american south… Maam and Sir are just things everyone says regardless. It happens, I get that. But twice in every sentence is not an accident.  Going out of his way to dig up my 'dead’ name (the name I used before transition)… also not an accident. 

Well, I’d been hearing from other staff that the new GM was being incredibly derogatory towards me when I wasn’t around as well, and decided that the mature thing to do would be to approach him in private and ask him about it. Maybe give him a chance to ask any questions he might have, or at least come to a mutual agreement (preferably one that doesn’t include deliberately-misgendering honorifics). 
Turns out he’d rather have that conversation at the front door, while guests of the restaurant are still entering and exiting, despite my repeated requests to talk to him in a more private place. 

I bring up my concerns.

Not only are they true, but he’s been frothing at the bit to have this conversation with me, and spends the next solid twenty minutes lecturing me (I barely got in three full sentences- this man also doesn’t know that interrupting is inappropriate in a discussion). He brings up the fact that he has 'a degree in biology’… yeah so do I, but mine is thirty years more recent than his, guaranteed. He brings up the fact that it’s 'rude’, 'childish’, and 'stupid’ for me to even ask him to consider NOT using the honorific he’s decided is appropriate. He even goes so far to try to explain how chromosomes work to me. ….and.. clearly doesn’t understand at all how chromosomes work. In -any- species, H.sapiens included.

So here’s the revenge part.

I had taken about two weeks off, to be started the next day, in order to visit family in another part of the world for the first time in several years. So I simply went in the next day and told an office full of managers to.. not worry about putting me on the schedule come time. Two weeks off equals two weeks notice. No big. Got to fly the bird (In america, a rude gesture involving the middle finger alone) at GM who was in the office with other managers at the time. 

Now that I was no longer employed at company, I was free to speak of my experience without fear of consequence. So I spoke to friends. Spoke to allies. Spoke to legal teams. All about this obvious discrimination and attempted bullying by someone in a position of power, in a part of the United States with very, VERY defined fairness ordinances explicitly in place to prevent LGBT discrimination in a city that is known by the region as being a 'hub’ for LGBT treatment and opportunity and resources and community.

Friends called HR. Other co-workers contacted me about issues they’d had with the GM in the same vein. I included these (dates, times, names, witnesses, contact information for those who consented) in my own formal report. More friends called HR. And then MORE friends called HR.

So many people called to complain to the restaurants public resources team that they would no longer ever come to said restaurant if this was the kind of behaviour that was accepted as representing the company…. That the company closed the entire location with a week, and the GM has apparently been utterly blacklisted from the restaurant business in the city/county due to this scandal.

Apparently it was more money than it was worth to fight the scandal, and the restaurant chain decided to cut their losses and close the site entirely. 

(I would like to add that staff were heftily compensated/transferred/offered opportunities elsewhere and no one was 'kicked to the curb’ for being an innocent bystander)

But it feels so good to pass by the now derelict building and think to myself “I did that. Frick that guy. That guy was awful.”

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Here it is…the AU I’ve been hinting at lately!!

It’s called Tied Dimensions! I’d give you a basic summary but it’s all already written out below, so you can just read that and get the gist :’) I just think the whole concept is super exciting so.

Read and enjoy!! (It’s from Keef’s POV btw)


My world ended about two hundred and fifty years ago.

We call it World’s Terminus. An unexplained phenomena that plunged the world into darkness and terror, without any prior warning. Nobody saw it coming. Therefore, nobody was prepared. There isn’t much one can do when the world begins to fall apart around them, except run and cower and hide—that is, if you can even make it that far.

I’m what comes after World’s Terminus—what remains of humanity from our planet’s collapse. Billions of people were wiped out from the incident, and the rest were left to rebuild society and start anew. Not that it was easy, considering everything important had been destroyed in the turmoil.

The one really sad thing about my existence is that, even though the world’s population is alarmingly low and needs all the life it can get, I was abandoned. Cast out. Not needed.

I live at a dingy old orphanage on the edge of a broken town, along with the rest of humanity’s unwanted. We’re a gang of angry, depressed misfits who curse what our world has come to, and wonder where it all went wrong. Not that we’d be able to change the outcome, anyway. It’s way too late for that.

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Let’s Talk Mexico:  Why the Long Name?

A common stereotype in entertainment is to have a latino with a long-ass name. 

While this is commonly exaggerated, it’s actually rooted in reality and I’ll try my best to explain the naming traditions in Mexico as well as to answer a common question when it comes to Coco: 

Where does the “Rivera” last name comes from? Imelda or her husband.

For this particular entry, I’ll ask my neighbors to help me, as they come from Oaxaca where plenty of traditions are still alive. 

Thank you, Itzel and Araixa. 

Basic Naming Structure. 

The basic naming structure of Mexican and many latino names goes as follows: 

FIRST NAME + MIDDLE NAME + FATHER’S FIRST LAST NAME + MOTHER’S FIRST LAST NAME

So, if Martín Pérez Campos and Leticia Cruz Zaragoza have a kid, their kid would normally be called something like: 

Arturo Pérez Cruz.

Rebeca Pérez Cruz. 

José María Pérez Cruz. 

María José Pérez Cruz. 

And that’s as simple as it gets, because sometimes names just keep going and going. 

What happens is that the Mexican law is a little…loose when it comes to naming your baby, which means you can get creative with it. 

That translates to compound names. 

So, María José could become “Mariajosé” and then you’d be shoving a middle name after that, so you’ll end up with a:

Maríajosé Alondra Pérez Cruz

Or maybe the parents are very religious, so they add a “de Dios” somewhere in there:

Arturo de Dios Pérez Cruz. 

Or if you really want to name your child a kick in the nuts name, then you can go with something like this:

Mariajosé Alondra de Dios Pérez Cruz. 

If that wasn’t enough, sometimes last names can be compound too, which leads to jewels such as: 

Arturo Pérez-Campos Cruz

Arturo de Dios Pérez-Campos Cruz

Jose María de Dios Pérez-Campos Cruz.

And so on. 

This only takes into consideration the basic structure already mentioned at the beginning of this post, where the dad’s last name is the one that comes first. 

Nowadays, it’s entirely possible to simply choose what last name you want for your kids or what order you want to put them in.  

(As a fun experiment, feel free to comment some of the most outlandish or just plain long names you’ve heard.)

Naming Traditions

After reading the previous explanation, you can see why the Rivera name is a little confusing to Latino audiences. 

After all, the Rivera last name would come from Imelda’s husband and it would be lost with time.

Using Coco as an example: 

Socorro Rivera LastName - Her daughter Elena would be Elena LastName Rivera, and then her daughter would be Luisa LastName LastName.

Socorro LastName Rivera - Her daughter Elena would be Elena LastName LastName. 

So what’s going on? 

A tradition still alive in small towns or in very traditional places is that last names are fixed if you’re a respected member of the community.

So, in this particular case, every kid born to that family would have the same first last name and any person marrying into that family would adopt it. 

If this is the case with the Riveras then it’s entirely possible that Imelda Rivera, who was in fact respected and feared in her community, established the name of the family which then was given to every member as part of their tradition. 

It goes unsaid that the Riveras are a very traditional family, so everyone adopting the last name Rivera would make sense in this context. 


Please keep in mind that this is just one possible explanation.

As I mentioned before, names are never cut-and-dried when it comes to Mexico and there are many other explanations behind the Rivera last name. I’m just focusing on this particular one, as my friends from Oaxaca are sitting right next to me and they’re far more familiar with traditions than I am, as I’m a city slicker through and through.

If you know different naming traditions do add them to this post and I’ll make sure to reblog them or to queue them so people can see them. 

mirajanekpopgirl28  asked:

Maybe a "You promised you wouldn't laugh" Ladynoir. And Ladybug would share something a little embarassing to Chat. Just something cute.

“You promised you wouldn’t laugh,” Ladybug pouted, crossing her arms defensively.

Chat Noir held up a hand. “I’m sorry, my Lady, you’re right,” he chuckled, attempting to look chagrin and failing miserably. “I’m really not laughing at your confession. The way you said it was just too adorable.”

She stomped her foot in irritation. “It is dumb that I haven’t kissed anyone yet though! I don’t see what’s so adorable about that,” she huffed.

“It’s not dumb,” he grinned fondly, “but I do think you’re forgetting about a very special person you have indeed kissed.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine, let me revise. I’ve never kissed anyone when it wasn’t a life or death situation.”

Chat Noir glanced around the rooftop. “Well, it isn’t a life or death situation now. How about a kiss?” He puckered his lips and leaned forward and Ladybug pushed him away with a finger on his nose.

“Not a chance, Kitty.”

“Rude. I’m just trying to be a good friend.” He tilted his head, studying her. “Wait, does it really bother you?”

Ladybug dropped down to sit on the ledge of the building, swinging her legs over the side. She shrugged with a soft sigh. “I don’t know. A little. My best friend makes out with her boyfriend a lot and it’s like there’s something in the water at school. Everyone is kissing everyone.”

“It has seemed like that,” Chat Noir frowned. He caught her expression and blanched. “I mean, I see a lot of people pairing off lately too.”

She nodded, satisfied enough with his answer for the moment. “I guess it just makes me wonder what’s wrong with me, you know? Why is no one kissing me?”

“To be fair, I literally just offered to kiss you,” he reminded her, sitting down.

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random reddie hcs

late night hcs

• richie wants lots of kids

• like 8 tiny richies and eddies walking around this earth

• eddie isnt a fan of this idea because

• “children are so fucking messy richie”

• “yeah ok sure, but come on how cute would it be to have a mini kaspbrak to clean up after”

• eddie says maybe but he honestly doesnt think richie will ever bring it up again

• BUT BOY OH BOY WAS HE WRONG

• richie starts bringing home adoption phamplets and information about surrogate mothers

• and eddie is like SHIT THIS BOY REALLY WANTS TO BE A DAD

• richie gets so excited when he talks about having kids with eddie

• because just wants to do everything in life with eddie

• richie has a list of baby names on the fridge

• when eddie sees it he kinda gets heart eyes because it might be kinda nice to have kids with richie

• long story short they have 4 kids and richie is begging for another

Machine

A Bucky Barnes One Shot

Character Pairing: AU Biker!Bucky x Female Reader

Word Count: 3,143

Warnings: Kissing, a heated moment, a bit of angst (blink and you miss it), and so much fluff. Motorcycles and Bucky Barnes… 

A/N: This is my submission for @theassetseyeliner ‘s Erin’s AU Writing Challenge! I’m so glad I chose this one! I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I do!

Prompt: #50: Biker Gang/Punk Gang 

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There it was again.

The same sound that kept you up every night.

You loved to keep your windows open in the fall, letting the crisp air waft in while you slept.

But your new next door neighbor was ruining it for you.

Throwing the blankets off your body, you swung your legs over the side of the bed with a huff. Going over to the window, you moved the curtain out of the way to look down at the offending noise.

Across the short lawn that separated your house from his, you saw that he and his friends were in the garage having some sort of get together. There was loud, boisterous laughter and classic rock was blaring.

And he was revving that damn motorcycle.

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  • Magnus: If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
  • Alec, slightly drunk: I'd change the place where my body is sitting. It's too far away from you.
  • Magnus: That's not what I meant
  • Alec: I'd change my last name to fit together with yours
  • Magnus: Did you just-
  • Alec: Or change my habit of daydreaming about you, I'm getting behind on work
  • Magnus: Hold up a second, what did you say before that?
  • Alec: nothing
  • Magnus: It didn't sound like nothing
  • Alec: nothing comes in many different forms, maybe you just didn't realise it
  • Magnus: Alexander Gideon Lightwood!
  • Alec: Lightwood-Bane
  • Magnus: What?
  • Alec: nothing
  • Magnus: Why are you so difficult?
  • Alec: Some things are just complicated, like our marriage would be because of the Clave
  • Magnus: Al-
  • Alec: nothing
  • Magnus: ...

Bill Denbrough: jealous?

Pairing: bill denbrough x reader (gender neutral)

Summary: When Bill had invited you to hang out with his friends, he expected you guys to all get along, but he didn’t expect you guys to get along THIS well.

A/N: this takes place after the 2017 movie

Warnings: Richie’s jokes and cursing

You and Bill had met when you and him were sat together in chemistry by chance. The class was awfully dull, but the both of you looked forward to it simply because you’d get to talk and laugh with the other. He decided that he wanted to hang out with you outside of school, and in a bold move, he asked you to hang out with his friends. Sure it wasn’t the boldest move ever, but you just seemed so out of his league, that to him it seemed like a a huge leap.

“I’d love to hang out with you Billy” you said with a smile, testing out his new nickname. The plan was to hang out at the quarry this Saturday, and you offered to bring snacks for the whole group so you wouldn’t be imposing. He told you that it was fine, but you insisted.

You’d been looking forward to it all week, though you wouldn’t admit it. You like Billy a whole lot and we’re super excited when he asked you to hang out. And so, on the warm Saturday morning, you had styled your hair, and dressed in a summery style with a dad hat on.

When you arrived at the quarry, the only other people there by that point were Mike and Beverly.

“Hey guys!” You said to the two, and gave them each a hug. You’d met both of them before, despite Mike not even going to your school. The three of you all talked until Richie, Eddie, Ben, and Stan arrived.

“Dang, when Bill said he’d invited someone I expected someone like Eddie’s mom, not this hottie!” Richie said when he saw you, and Eddie sighed from behind him.

“Hi (y/n)! How is freshman year treating you?” Eddie said politely. For the next 15 minutes, you guys sat around, and you wondered where Bill was. After all, the main reason you’d come was because you wanted to hang out with him.

“H-hi guys! He-hey (y/n)! What’s up!” He gave you a hug when he walked up. Beverly watched Bill, and although he looked excited to see everyone, she could tell that he was also a bit jealous that the boys had been getting along with (y/n) so well.

(Y/n) blushed slightly when Bill hugged them, and then turned to the rest of the loser’s club and your eyes widened slightly.

“Oh yeah I almost forgot! I brought bomb pops and coke for us all!” You exclaimed and held out your offerings to them all. When you all began eating and talking, some of Stan’s coke spilled on your lap, and you shrieked quietly as you felt your clothes grow wet and sticky from the soda.

“Oh jeez I’m so sorry!” Stan said, and without thinking, he grabbed a towel and began rubbing you down with the towel. You blushed slightly from how close Stan was to you, and from the contact. This didn’t go unnoticed to Bill, and he grew slightly upset. Of course, ever the people reader, Beverly noticed Bill’s reaction too.

“Hey, it’s okay!” Said Mike, “we’re about to go dive into the water anyways! It’ll just come right off!”

“D-d-dive?!” You said and stood up.

“Careful (y/n), you’re sounding like Bill.” Said Richie with a smirk. You smacked the back of his head for the joke and Bill smiled.

“I-is there a puh-problem (y-y/n)?” Bill asked you

“No… I’ve just heard stories about how people have died from diving into quarries and things like it…” you said hesitantly.

“It’s okay (y/n), we do it all the time!” Said Ben to you.

“I-I’ll jump-p in w-with you (y/n)!” Bill said and stood up beside you, trying to show off.

“Okay… I’ll jump in if you go with me Billie.” You said.

All 8 of you undressed to your underwear, and when bill caught sight of you, he blushed madly.

“HOOOOT DAMN (Y/N)!” Yelled Richie, who was already at the edge. You crossed your arms, and walked next to Bill, grabbing his hand.

“Ready?” You said with what Bill thought was possibly the cutest smirk ever.

“Y-yeah!” Bill said with a smile, reflecting your nervous feelings, except his were from holding your hand (and standing next to (y/n) in their undies).

The both of you jumped together directly after Ben and Mike did. As soon as you popped back up above the water, you let out a delighted scream and hugged Bill.

“that. Was. Awesome!” You said and then swam off.

Once everybody else had reached the bottom, the group decision to play Marco-polo was reached. Mike was Marco, and when he happened to catch you, the two of you splashed and giggled for a bit, much to Bill’s chagrin.

Chicken fights came after, and once again, you ended up with someone else. You were sat on Ben’s shoulders, and you kept leaning down to talk to him in between battles.

Then relays, you were paired with Beverly, and he two of you embraced and giggled after winning.

Then, Stan attempted to teach you how to float on your back, which led to him holding you to keep you from drowning as you learned to float. After he had finished teaching you, the two of you floated together for a while.

Bill was pretty beaten down by now. He felt like he was taking punch after punch until Beverly swam over to him.

“Just tell (y/n) that you like them.” She said to him. He glanced over at you and Eddie splashing eachother a laughing and sighed.

“I-I d-don’t think th-that they like m-me though.” He said with a slight frown.

“Come on Bill, just trust me!” Beverly said to him and elbowed him. She smiled to herself, knowing that she had already convinced him.

“O-okay” he sighed

Around 5 in the afternoon, you and the loser’s club got out of the water to dry off, and ate your bomb pops. You sit across from bill, and smile the. Stick out your tongue at him to show him that it’s turned blue and red from the popsicle. He smiles at the cute gesture, but it quickly falls from his face when Richie sits down next to you and puts his arm around you casually.

For him, it’s the final straw, and he gets up and storms to to the top of the quarry. You frown and get up yo follow him, yelling his name after him to no response.

You go and sit next to him, out of breath from running up the quarry.

“Billie what’s wrong?” You ask and lay your hand on is shoulder to comfort him.

“N-Nothing” he says and pushes your hand off of his shoulder.

“Are you sure about that? It just kind of seems like you’re upset at me for somethi-” you say with one eyebrow cocked.

“N-nothing’s Wr-wrong (y-y/n)!” He yells back

“Should I not have come today?” You ask quietly.

“N-no! Maybe I-I shouldn’t ha-have c-come today! That way ma-maybe you and R-Richie could have s-some more a-alone time! Or y-you and M-Mike! Or you an-and Eddie! Or y-you and St-Stan!” He said, getting louder the longer he shouted.

“Why are you saying this?” You ask him

“Be-because it seems li-like you want to be here w-with anyone b-but me!” He said quieter this time.

Realization dawned on you.

“Billy, are you jealous?” You said with a shy smirk.

“N-no.” He said, but his cheeks betrayed his words and turned bright red.

“Hey Billy… I like you too.” You say, grabbing his hand and give him a light peck on the cheek.

“R-really?” He smiled like an idiot

“Yes really.”

“HEY WILL YOU TWO FINISH UP YOUR QUICKIE AND GET BACK DOWN HERE!” Richie yells, ruining the perfect moment. You snort when you hear someone (probably Beverly) smack Richie in retaliation.

So, the two of you walk back down to the bottom of the quarry hand in hand, but not before Bill returns your earlier favor to him and kisses you on the cheek.

fahc trevor and alfredo who look pretty much exactly alike

to the point where it genuinely terrifies other gangs, like, imagine you’re in a gunfight in a warehouse and you shoot a guy in the arm and he goes down, spitting expletives and threats

and you turn and run out of the warehouse and get maybe a block away and suddenly the same fucking guy comes around a corner at you, except now there’s no gunshot wound and he’s got fire in his eyes

trevor and alfredo who play this up with unbridled joy. they’ll wear the same outfits. someone will call one of their names and the other will answer. sometimes even the crew gets tripped up.

geoff has to do post-heist headcounts twice, never implicitly sure whether he counted two heads or the same one twice.

there’s a murmur of a rumor on the streets about a guy in the fake ah crew who moves so fast it’s like he’s in two places at once. trevor and alfredo hear about it and grin in unsettling tandem.

Lance, laying on the floor of the common room: is there even a point in doing anything? maybe this is all done crazy nightmare and nothing matters. Maybe tomorrow we’ll all wake up and not exist. maybe there isn’t a tomorrow. maybe life is just some unfunny joke. What’s the point of doing anything if everything is nothing and nothing doesn’t exist? What’s the point of doing anything if there’s no guarantee of the construct of tomorrow, which ever comes?

Hunk:

Pidge:

Shiro:

Allura:

Coran:

Lance: guys?

Keith: who— *voice cracks*

Keith: who hurt you