because of his accent

I took my father to see Rogue One today. I’ve wanted to take him for a while. I wanted my Mexican father, with his thick Mexican accent, to experience what it was like to see a hero in a blockbuster film, speak the way he does. And although I wasn’t sure if it was going to resonate with him, I took him anyway. When Diego Luna’s character came on screen and started speaking, my dad nudged me and said, “he has a heavy accent.” I was like, “Yup.” When the film was over and we were walking to the car, he turns to me and says, “did you notice that he had an accent?” And I said, “Yeah dad, just like yours.” Then my dad asked me if the film had made a lot of money. I told him it was the second highest grossing film of 2016 despite it only being out for 18 days in 2016 (since new year just came around). He then asked me if people liked the film, I told him that it had a huge following online and great reviews. He then asked me why Diego Luna hadn’t changed his accent and I told him that Diego has openly talked about keeping his accent and how proud he is of it. And my dad was silent for a while and then he said, “And he was a main character.” And I said, “He was.” And my dad was so happy. As we drove home he started telling me about other Mexican actors that he thinks should be in movies in America. Representation matters.

dating jasper hale would include...

Originally posted by jacksonrathbons

hanging onto his every word because you adored his subtle, but sometimes thick, southern drawl.
him enunciating his words to make it sound thicker  
you are insanely infatuated with him
he loves every second of it, wearing a small smirk all the while
his nose buried in your hair; he loves breathing in your scent
his head on your chest; the sound of your heart beating comforts him like none other
your fingers raking through his long locks
listening to him open up about his past as a soldier
feeling your heart ache at the pain behind his topaz eyes
you being a bit uneducated about history (and rather uninterested)
he begins to call you ‘little girl’ at your lack of knowledge & experience in life
the pet name sticks much to your dismay
“i am not a little girl, jasper!”
“march 5th, 1770. what historical event was that, my love?”
“jasper, you’re a dick.”
“such a dirty mouth for such a little girl.”
nearly puking your guts out when the time came to meet his family
him having to calm you down with his power a lot
dancing around his bedroom to very old records he owns
he teaches you to dance since he’s an excellent dancer
you’re incredibly clumsy, especially around jasper
he thinks it’s highly amusing & only embarrasses you more when he gracefully catches you or swiftly retrieves something you dropped
— him catching you off guard a lot
he likes to dip you nearly to the floor & kiss you unexpectedly
it never gets old & it makes you feel cherished each time he does it
catching alice gazing at the two of you, smiling as she sees visions of the future
when he proposes, alice sees the vision & spoils it as she’s horrible at keeping secrets
cheesy, lame vampire jokes
“i heard being a vampire really sucks.” 
“you’re horrible at jokes, little girl.”
but he actually is quite fond of them since they make you laugh
teasing him about sparkling in the sun
“shine bright like a diamond, jas!”
those remarks often end up with you trying to outrun him, but obviously failing
him watching you sleep; he loves seeing you look so peaceful
he calls you darlin’ 24/7
you love it because his accent grows thicker
— he’s a huge sap
him handling you with impeccable care, as if you’re made of glass

ok idk how i’ve never really noticed or cared about jasper in the twilight series and i’m so pissed at myself because he’s actually so great and attractive

The Divide Series: Happier

The first of my installments for this series. I struggled with this one a bit because writing sad Harry is NOT fun, but, I think it played out alright. I hope you all enjoy! x 

You can find the masterlist for the Divide Series, here

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He promises himself that it’ll only be a quick  look, a brisk moment to catch a fleeting glimpse of you to reassure himself that he had made the right decision. That you were indeed- happier.

He reckons that his current predicament makes him look like a proper stalker, laying low against the seat of his car with his hoodie pulled up around his head. He’s pushed the pair of sunglasses that usually serve as a makeshift headband onto his face, and his lips are in a tight pressed line. He’s parked and turned the car off long ago, and it’s starting to get chilly. His fingers drum nervously against the steering wheel, cold metal of his rings making small thumping sounds against it. His eyes pull away from across the street to glance down at his phone, ignoring the growing list of notifications to glance at the time. 5 minutes.

He’s hoping to god, for once, that there aren’t any nosy camera lenses hidden across the street or in some odd crevice because shots of this in the tabloids would not only be hard to explain, but embarrassing for you too. He’d dated you for so long that the public was well aware of who you were and where you worked. He’s kept his head low, though, and with the lack of his driver and the shield of tinted windows- he hopes it’ll be enough.

3 minutes now.  He twists the ring on his index finger nervously, licking his lips and glancing at the door to the building that his car has stood in front of so many times. He thinks, reflectively, that he could’ve asked Gem how you were doing. His brows furrow together at the thought of his older sister giving him that all knowing look, the one where she makes an indignant noise at him and calls him a martyr under her breath. He can practically imagine her ignorance of his simple question and her storm of counter ones, all stemming from the same basic thought, of course. Why on earth did he you let her go in the first place?

To which he would have to give a plethora of mumbles to defend why he made the decision he did. It was something he was far too exhausted to even think about, and he shakes his head at the idea of delving into it before glancing out the window again. He jolts up straighter in his seat and squints through the window, pulling his glasses off and staring. You’ve got your bag clutched to your side and your other hand is shading your eyes. You’re leaning up onto the tips of your toes and rocking back down to balls of your feet as you glance up and down the street expectantly.

Harry swallows harshly, curious eyes taking you in. You’re wearing one of his favorite work outfits on you, but somehow you look different. He hasn’t seen you in sometime, a few months now, and he wonders if his eyes ever did you the justice you deserve. You’re beautiful, and perhaps it’s the passing of time that is throwing him off but he swears- he’s never seen anything more angelic. The sun is out in London today, peeking out to say a dutiful hello to the city and its dwellers. He watches as you tip your head back slightly, letting the sun shine onto your face with closed eyes and a appreciative smile. It sends his heart thumping into overdrive, it’s what he wanted- the purpose of this expedition fulfilled. To see just a glimpse of your radiant smile that he’s missed so much. He sighs, grabbing the key in the ignition and giving it a twist. He buckles up and glances back once more at you, but this time you’re not alone.

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So I was looking at Yuri’s Anti-Hero outfit and-

Wait a second, those boots


THEY ARE! Just look at how the shadow casts on them. You can see a gap. Oh man, Yuri. You work those heels.

Watch out Old Man, Yuri’s going to stomp you under those heels!


Because it’s all I’ve been able to talk and think about today…

Up. Down. A little twist to the side. Now a large ‘O’. And a small pinch.

If you were being honest, you had no idea what he was saying. Not because of his strong accent that you loved, or the fact that he spoke lowly and slowly, which would drive you absolutely insane if it were any other person. No, you had no idea what he was saying because his lips were moving and once more you were in a trance. 

It was fascinating to look at, his mouth. How you could even put your headphones on and block out the sound and still see his accent. His lips were… Something else entirely. 

It’s a bit embarrassing, you had to admit. If he were to direct the word straight to you, you would need him to repeat himself over and over before properly being able to answer him. You were glad he was speaking to the group of people gathered in your living room, and not just to you. In fact, you didn’t know how you had managed to become and stay friends with him when all you could do was get hypnotised by his lips every time he talked. 

The way he said his ‘Buh-’ sounds. The fact that he never pronounced the ‘tt’s in ‘better’. The pout he pulled when he got stuck in his ‘uhmmm’s. The little bites when he was paying attention to someone else speak. No wonder they are such a vibrant shade of pink. They were soft, you knew that. The cheeky British charm he carried seemed to come with a proper kiss to your cheek when he greeted you, and nothing like the semi awkward cheek-touching-cheek-hello ‘you americans’ - as Harry put it - would do.

There goes another pinch at them. You remind yourself to nod and look around the room to try and hide your pointed looks, but you weren’t being as sly as you thought you were. Not knowing whatever was your friends kept babbling on about, your eyes soon found their way back to the thing they love to look at the most.

“You’re doing that again” the words knocked you out of the trance you were in. Your friend had leaned over and whispered to you as discreetly as possible, which you were thankful for, as she pushed an empty bowl of chips to your chest. Right, time to act like the host you were. She got up and followed you to the kitchen continuing the hushed conversation.
“Doing what?” you ask legitimately confused.
“Staring at Harry’s face” Ah, so it was that obvious. Whoops. You made a mental note to stop that and try to join the conversation when you eventually went back to the living room, in hopes to avoid the absentminded stare. 
“I’m not looking at his face” you started but decided to cut yourself. The only thing worse than your friend thinking you stared at Harry’s face cause you liked him, was for her to know that you didn’t stare at his face, but just at his lips cause they piqued your interest in ways you couldn’t comprehend yourself. Pouring whatever was left of the chips into the bowl, you quickly returned to the relaxing get together in your living room. At least your best friend knew to stay quiet in front of the others, and wouldn’t bombard you with more thoughts in the matter while the rest of the gang was around. 

Joining the chat was easy, staying in it was a different feat. The lads varied from topic to topic, dominating the direction the small reunion took, mostly with jokes and football talk. It wasn’t your fault the topic was so boring to you that you had to busy yourself with studying Harry’s lips from across the room once again. It wasn’t your fault he was the only British guy in the group which made his accent interesting and amusing, specially when he called soccer football or footie, and defended his position whenever the other guys would transition to american football
“Noo. ‘Mean ‘soccer’. Real football tha’ is. Played wif’ actual balls and feet, innit?” it was something no one in the group would let him live down. Same with the word trousers which made you giggle, and the way he introduced himself something more like “ ‘M ‘arry.” instead of  “I’m Harry”.

In all honesty, it made you even more captivated by his lips. And today specially, for some unknown reason, you were very very fixated on them. More than usual. And you swore that one day you would grow used to them with him being your close friend and all, but that day didn’t seem to be today. So you just resigned to stare silently and hope no one noticed.

Having little get togethers at home meant you had to do the cleaning after, but luckily your best friend had stuck around, and so had Harry with whom you fell into a nice ‘you rinse, I dry’ system while your best friend attended a seemingly very important phone call out in your backyard. Your attention was fully set into drying and stacking plates and utensils. Harry’s attention was halfway set on washing, halfway set on trying to stop a telling smirk from forming on his face

You didn’t know but Harry knew. 

He had known for a while now. At first he noticed only slightly that you weren’t fully there when he spoke to the whole group. He noticed how you would sometimes fidget and ask him to repeat somethings when he spoke to you alone, pinning it on his accent and the way he annoyingly slurred words. And slowly he found himself glancing at you only to see you were already looking in his direction. He never mentioned anything, slowly coming to the conclusion that for some reason you were looking at his lips.

And for some reason he liked that. 

After the last plate Harry leaned over the counter peeking through the small window in your kitchen at your friend pacing and chatting away on her phone.
“Wha’ do yeh reckon ‘s so important?” he puckered his lips in her direction, as if he was pointing to her without his hands, and you were gone. His bottom lip jutted out only a tad more than his upper lip. You hadn’t noticed that before.

Harry looked at you from the corner of his eye, only to catch you once again. Ok this was beyond his control. Today had been the day. You weren’t doing a nice job at being sly about it and he wondered if maybe you meant for him to notice. He doubted it, knowing you he was sure that you would be completely terrified about him knowing you look at his lips because… Because what? He didn’t know why you did that. He licked his lips self consciously, just to get whatever it is you could be staring at off his lips, if that was even the reason you stared. But you pressed on for a second longer before turning to look out the window as well.
“Yeh know…” Harry started, turning around and resting on the counter smugly. Arms crossed over his chest as he pouted, bit and licked his lips over and over, like a person who’s thinking hard about what to say next. Your attention was on him, his eyes this time. You knew better than to just straight up glare at his lips when it was only you and him. “Yeh do tha’ an awful lot”
“What?” your eyebrow raised in confusion.
“Look at m’lips” the smirk that accompanies the sentence is not lost to you, and you find yourself getting warm cheeks and taking a small step back at the mention.  


What?” this time your what was more of an incredulous, surprised ‘what.’ As if you couldn’t believe what he was saying, or better yet that he noticed. Harry only nodded slightly, turning to face you.
“I do notice…” he bites back “s’okay… though I’d love t’know why”
“There’s no why because I don’t look at your lips all the time” In Harry’s head it was futile for you to try and defend the point. He knew you did and that was final. You didn’t know why you did it – deep down maybe there was the thought of wanting to properly kiss him but you always shook it off, – so you can’t really give him an explanation. In the midst of your thoughts he had somehow gotten closer.
“I mean, if yeh want to kiss me” there’s suddenly no space between his chest and yours, and at this distance all you can do is stare at his lips, because who wouldn’t “all yeh hafta’ do is say the word”
“H-harry, get off y-your high horse” you’re able to spew out with a whispery thread of a voice. The chuckle that leaves his pinker than life, softer than a cloud lips throws you off. This is the cockiest you’ve seen Harry act, and right now you can’t decide if you’re okay with it or want him to back off. 
“C’mon now”
“Harry…” his hands, which also fascinate you - he can’t keep them still, and seems to always have more rings than it would be socially acceptable if it wasn’t cause his boyish charm just seems to go perfectly with 7 rings and helps him get away with mostly everything- come to thumb at your lower lip. 

His eyes were fixated on them since the moment he got this close, but there was no way you could realise that because your eyes were already trained on his cupid’s bow and light stubbly shadow of a moustache. He also liked how plump they were and if you didn’t greet him with the cheek-touching-cheek bullshit, he would know just how soft they were too, except now he could tell because he was touching them. This close, you can definitely see a freckle on his lips and quite frankly you didn’t know his mouth could get anymore hypnotising… But here we are. And his lips move but you do catch the sounds as he opens and closes his mouth in the most endearing of ways.
“S’okay. I stare at yours an awful lot too…”

I do NOT know what this was. It certainly turned out longer than I expected (I didn’t even expect to write anything) and took another direction than I imagined (it was just supposed to be you thinking about his lips, none of his perspective type of thing. But here we are) So… Yeah… Here’s something. IDk. It’s not a blurb and it’s not a fic either. Just a group of words.

kay, bye.
Iv. xo.

I can’t help but think that Tony, in his younger years, went through a phase where he developed a British accent. All the time he spent with Peggy and Jarvis, he just sort of took on and didn’t even realize that his accent had changed. It happens as well because I find that if I stay around or watch someone with an accent different to mine, I begin to take it on little by little. 

Can you just imagine little Tony with a British accent and Peggy and Jarvis stare at him, surprised while Ana goes, ‘I knew this would happen.’ 

Then as he grows up and moves away, he slowly loses it until it’s back to the way it was before. But there are still some words that he says where the accent is still there but no one comments on it as they assume he just stayed aboard for a few years. 

awkwardoakenshield  asked:

Au where everything is the same but shits has a twin brother named giggles ( - zim-tits)

I’m gonna upgrade this from an au to a headcanon. While Shitty stayed in Massachusetts, Giggles moved to Chicago to study at iO and Second City, because obviously he got his nickname from being funny. In a few years, he’s gonna be on SNL, but nobody from the SMH will realize he’s related to Shitty because even though they’re identical twins, Giggles has worked to lose his boston accent, keeps himself clean-shaven, and wears glasses. 

For the requisite “hosted by an athlete who’s good at being an athlete but dear god why are they trying to be funny” episode, they choose none other than Jack Zimmermann, Stanley Cup champion. While he’s in rehearsals, Shitty stops by. Jack asks him how he got in to rehearsals without calling him first, when Giggles comes up behind Shitty and starts talking about how much Shitty had told him about Jack.

Needless to say, the group chat loses it completely that night.


Welcome to another addition of Hannah doesn’t know how to comic! Zim hates the times where Dib teaches him English because Dib can’t help but laugh because of his heavy accent and the way he pronounces words sometimes..

Also I wouldn’t call Zim “primal” because he lives in a tribe and there’s really no need to tame him! 

Dating Tony Padilla would include...

Originally posted by female-winston

  • helping him work on his car
  • “You know y/n, you’re the one thing I love more than my car.”
  • “I’m honored Padilla.”  
  • cooking dinner together when you have the house to yourselves
  • he has tons of pet names for you including babe, mi amor, and hun
  • him and his brothers “taking care of” any one who hurts you in anyway
  • car sex
  • random drives in his mustang
  • making mixtapes for each other
  • he’s not big on pda, but he still holds your hand in the hallways
  • when you’re alone he’s all over you
  • hickies on your collarbone
  • he loves taking pictures of you in or next to his car
  • “My two babies.”
  • very thoughtful and out of the box dates
  • sex with Tony is always insanely passionate
  • climbing up the same mountain he took Clay
  • “Can’t keep up Padilla?”
  • “Maybe I’m just enjoying the view.”
  • double dates with Clay and Hannah
  • he’s always looking out for you (making sure you eat your food lmaooo)
  • giving each other massages after stressful days
  • stealing and wearing his leather jacket
  • kissing his tattoos
  • laughing at how long it takes him to get ready in the mornings
  • “Jesus you take longer than I do!”
  • “Hey! It takes time to look this good!”
  • messing up his hair later that night (;
  • he’s an amazing listener and always manges to give the perfect advice
  • “Clay was wrong you know. You’re totally a helpful Yoda.”
  • him casually slipping Spanish into his sentences (which you absolutely love because you get to hear snippets of his accent)
  • everyone at school shipping you together
Latina!Annabeth Collab pt. 1

remember you guys… these are headcanons. 

So @demidorks and I did a thing… hope you like!!

  • Annabeth moves to the United States when her dad gets a job at the University of Virginia. Annabeth’s only 4.
  • By the time Annabeth is 7, her father marries a gringa and have a pair of twins together.
  • Annabeth doesn’t like her little brothers, they cry too much, but she especially hates her stepmom.
  • She’s Japanese-American, but she only speaks English, and she forces Annabeth to speak it, too.
  • Annabeth hates it and her and she refuses to speak in English. She understands it perfectly, and she can speak it, but she will not give into this awful woman’s will.
  • One day her stepmom gets so fed up with her never speaking English, and hits her across the face, hard.
  • Annabeth doesn’t even cry, she just goes to her room and secretly packs a small backpack.
  • That night she leaves home.
  • Over the next two weeks, she encounters so many monsters, she begins to lose hope.
  • That’s when she runs into two strange gringos, Luke and Thalia.
  • They immediately recognize her as a half-blood, but they don’t know how to communicate with her.
  • They “adopt” her, and all three of them travel together for a couple months.
  • During that time, Luke and Thalia pick up some Spanish phrases from Annabeth constantly muttering under her breath.
  • The first time Luke tries to speak to her in Spanish, Annabeth just starts laughing because his accent is so horrible.
  • Thalia and Luke are shocked, because they’ve never heard her laugh like that.
  • Soon they’re all closer and Annabeth starts using really simple English words, like “yes,” “no,” and “hungry.”
  • Thalia and Luke try and speak in Spanish as much has they can to make her more comfortable.
  • When they meet Grover, they all become a (somewhat) bilingual family.
  • After Thalia dies, Annabeth reverts back to the silent, shy girl she was before she met them.
  • She sneaks out of bed at night and whispers the day’s happening in Spanish to Thalia.
  • She remains in a slump for months but she slowly opens up to some specific campers.
  • Specifically the ones that speak Spanish.
  • No one really knows that she’s fluent in English after a year.
  • She doesn’t really open up to anybody in English except for Chiron, and Percy when he comes along.  
  • tbc…
Being in a relationship with Lucifer would include:

Originally posted by dailytomellis

Warning: Smut, drugs

A/N: *smirks*

  • Him playing the piano for you, singing a song he wrote for you.
  • You never touching his scars because he doesn’t like that. 
    • But you still telling him that he’s magnificent.
  • You worrying when he goes solving crimes with Detective Decker. 
    • You always telling him to be careful.
    • Also telling him to keep his mouth shut before he gets shot.
    • Secretly asking Detective Decker if she could keep an eye on him.
  • Babysitting Trixie from time to time. 
  • Maze accepting you after some warm up time.
    • She actually showing you how to be a bartender when you’re bored. 
  • Amenadiel being very polite, but wary of you.
    • Him not trusting Lucifer and him thinking you’re just his toy, nothing serious.
    • You calling him Ami just because.
  • Sometimes chilling at the Lux because it’s Lucifer’s home and loving it when he plays the piano and sings.
    • Being jealous when the ladies stare lustly at him.
    • “Don’t be jealous, [Y/N]. Green doesn’t suit you.” 
    • “Well, if that redhead touches you again, I’ll murder her ass and drag her corpse to the garbage bins.“
  • You calling Lucifer nicknames.
    • Luci.
    • Luce.
    • Lightbringer.
    • Wings.
    • Chicken wings when you’re drunk or high.
    • Daddy when you’re drunk and horny.
  • Getting drunk together. 
  • Doing cocaine together. 
    • He absolutely loves to snort cocaine off of your chest. 
    • You do like the same. 
    • Him taking care that you don’t do to much cocaine because he knows that mortals end up dead after an overdose.
  • You making him talk about whatever he wants to talk about because you love his accent. 
  • Driving with his super fast car around the city.
    • Him not liking that you want to drive because he thinks he’s a better driver.
    • Also, him having better reflexes.
  • Going out on dates and him always paying, although you don’t want him to.
  • Pervy jokes all the time. 
  • Your first time together being spontaneous. 
    • It’s gentle and passionate with lots of kissing and touching. 
  • Soft sex.
    • Despite what others might think, Lucifer can be very tender. 
  • Rough sex. 
    • Lucifer having the stamina of a horse.
    • Handcuffs, hot wax, ropes, blindfolds, cocaine, alcohol, gags.
    • Him showing you all the positions you didn’t even know they exist. 
    • Having sex everywhere. 
      • Bed, couch, car, floor, piano. 
  • Oral sex. 
    • Almost always to ‘warm up’. 
    • Him making you quiver when he pleasures you. 
  • Maybe a ménage à trois.
  • Cuddling. 
    • Both being the big and smal spoon. 
  • Lucifer confessing that he’s indeed the Devil and you not believing him until he shows you his true face. 
    • You slapping him is your first reaction, then screaming in denial and anger, and then calming down before asking him about everything.
    • You slapping him after he tells you that one of his powers allows him to ask about your darkest desire. Of course he has asked you that question the second time you’ve met. 

Random TP Zelink HC:

Over the years that Link has spent in court, his country accent has disappeared and his speech has become (for lack of a better term) more “refined”. Zelda misses it desperately. His accent, aside from his beautiful eyes, was one of the first things she noticed when she met him as a human. It was different, irrevocably charming and hearing it made her feel warmth, like a cozy cottage with a crackling fire in the hearth, not the cold, drafty intimidating castle.

Her heart leaps whenever his accent slips out like when he’s had a few pints or when he’s really sleepy. One day she tells him how much she misses it and he’s shocked because all this time he has made such an effort to speak properly; not for the court or the council but for her so as not to be an embarrassment. Her eyes get misty and she holds his face in her hands and kisses him until he starts seeing stars. She pulls back saying he doesn’t have to change a single thing about himself and that she fell in love with him just the way he is.

When it is Link’s turn at the next council meeting, he stands up and in his country drawl goes over the updates of Hyrule’s military. While the rest of the members look shocked and aghast, Zelda’s eyes light up and looks at him with such adoration because his “improper” accent is the most beautiful thing she has ever heard because it is so quintessentially Link.

  • Historically canon Jewish Cuban community
  • Historically canon Cuban immigration to New York, New Jersey, and Florida throughout the 1800’s and first half of 1900’s
  • The Pineses look cuban fight me
  • The story goes: Sara Medina is born in New Jersey to immigrant parents in 1920. She meets and marries New Jersey native Filbrick Pines when she is 19, in 1939, and gives birth to Sherman Pines in 1941. She gives birth to twins Stanford and Stanley in 1953. The boys all learn Spanish and English at home, but when the twins are 6 (1959) the political regime change in Cuba makes Mama Pines nervous and she stops the kids from speaking Spanish in the home, which is why even though Stan can speak Spanish as an adult his accent is awkward and terrible.
  • Also because Stan’s accent is Castilian/Canarian Spanish filtered through New Jersey and then made awkward by a lifetime of self doubt.
  • Stan and Ford and Shermie are all half Cuban
  • Shermie was 18 and out of the house when the twins stopped speaking spanish so he spoke it fluently all his life and taught his son Spanish as well maybe Shermie’s wife is Cuban but like a more recent immigrant so their son is what, 75% Cuban?
  • I can’t do math, what does that make Mabel and Dipper? *uses calculator* 37.5% Cuban is a really awkward way of looking at it. Whatever. Mabel and Dipper not really speaking Spanish is to be expected regardless because look at us, JUST LOOK AT US
  • Stan and Ford using a percolator instead of a coffeemaker because they drink cafe cubano
  • ¡AZUCAR!
  • Stan using made-up swears like “HOT BELGIAN WAFFLES” because he can’t curse in Spanish because the twins KNOW those swears. Also he got into the habit with Soos because he stubbed his toe around Little Soos and then Little Soos went and told Abuelita and then she called Stan up, ironically, cursing him out for having a mouth like a sailor
  • Post-Weirdmageddon Stan’s fanon lapses into speaking only Spanish make more sense than if Stan only learned Spanish to work in Colombia. Stan speaking Spanish having nothing to do with his crimey life. Ford’s heart breaking because he knows that half the time when Stan starts speaking Spanish he’s remembering being Little Stan.
  • *steeples fingers together* what if the empanada Soos was eating during “hand that rocks the mabel” was made by Stan.
  • Stan cooking food in general but stan cooking cuban food = !!!!!!!!!
  • Ford being awkward and weird and not really acknowledging his heritage poor thing
  • *heavy breathing* cuban pines family
  • This is everything and I will never stop believing in Cuban Mama Pines
  • nothing in canon contradicts me NOTHING CONTRADICTS ME