house guide

a quick guide to seamlessly integrating spanish into fic dialogue

this is going to be a quick and easy to follow list of guides and examples of how real cuban americans use spanish in their day to day lives without sounding ridiculous and forced. enjoy: 

  • random words, usually objects, are referred to in spanish for some inexplicable reason often in mid sentence and perhaps the only spanish word in the sentence
    • “Hey can you hand me my bolsa from the couch other there?” 
  • interjections and direct instructions are almost always in spanish even if the rest of the sentence is entirely in english
    • “Mira, I finished the dishes so all you have to do is sweep now.” 
    • “Oye, I told you not to bother your mother when she’s working.”
    • “Digame, I have to know what the guy said.” 
  • swearing is in spanish, and cuban swearing is with the main workhorse swears (conjugate as you see fit)
    • “coño”
    • “me cago en diez” 
    • “carajo” 
    • “comemierda ” 
    • “joder” 
  • food. food food food food foooooood. if it’s cuban food you bet your ass it’s said entirely in spanish. 
    • you don’t want in and order a guava pastry, you order un pastelito de guayaba 
    • it’s always arroz blanco y frijoles negros
    • it’s tostones not banana cookies don’t even dare   
  • family members are always referred to in spanish
    • Mami/Papi, Tia/Tio, Primo/Prima, Abuela/Abuelo, Bisabuela/Bisabuelo, and so on
      • oh and it’s common for older family members to speak entirely in spanish and for everyone else to speak to them entirely in english 
      • and yes everyone understands each other.
  • and perhaps most important and close to the heart of any spanish speaker: Idiomatic expressions
    • can be sprinkled in conversation with both spanish speakers and non spanish speakers (we will say it if it fits the situation no matter if you understand it or not) 
      • Good weather: “Paya playa piscina piscina”
      • when someone is being obnoxious because they skipped a meal and they are sooo hungry: “muerte de hambre”
      • a cheapskate: “Camina con los codos” 

and that’s the list for now! if anyone has anything they’d like to add feel free

It’s About Damn Time

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean and Reader are working a vampire case. When Dean decides to go in alone, things go a little differently than planned.

Word Count: 5204

Warnings: Swearing. Because I’m a fucking lady. Vampire gore and killing. Being tied up. Smut. Again, lady. Fingering. P in V sex. 

A/N: This is for @luci-in-trenchcoats 2k Follower Challange. My prompt was “Wanna try that again like you mean it?”, which is bolded in the fic. Beta’d by the ever lovely @wheresthekillswitch. Thanks for helping me make what I had even better! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.

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“Dammit, Dean, answer your phone.” You’re starting to get worried now.

This is the fourth time you’ve called him, and when his voice comes over the line telling you to leave a message, it’s the fourth time you’ve had to swallow down the fear so it doesn’t come through in your voice. “You were supposed to just watch him, Winchester. If you’ve gotten yourself into trouble again, so help me God, you’re going to pay.”

You end the call, tapping your phone against your palm as you try to think. You suck a breath in through your nose, hold it for 5 seconds, then release it. You need to clear your head, figure out your next step. He’s got the Impala, of course, so if you plan on finding the him you’re going to have to borrow a car for a bit. You grab your leather jacket off the chair back, swinging it over your shoulders, shoving your hands through the sleeves as you grab your room key and head for the door. You check your phone one more time before sliding it into your pocket, shutting the door behind you as you scan the parking lot of the motel, eyes squinted to the bright mid-day sun.

There aren’t many cars parked in the poorly paved lot, and the ones that are there aren’t ones you want to trouble yourself with. You jog over to the diner across the street, eyes hopping from one car to the next until you spot a nondescript compact sitting in the back row. Yahtzee.

It’s old enough you shouldn’t have to worry about a security system but still looks like it should get you where you’re going without worrying that it’s going to break down. You walk to the car with purpose, looking for all the world like you own it. You slow as you near, hand automatically reaching out to try the handle. It always amazes you how many people just leave their vehicles unlocked in these small towns. You curl your fingers under the handle and give a tug, and sure enough, the door opens right up. With a smirk, you slide in to hotwire it and get your ass moving.

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Borderline and astrology

Borderline personality is a condition of pain. There is a clinical list of symptoms that validate diagnoses, but I am not a specialist on personality disorders. I am not going to go into these. I first learned about Borderline personality as a nursing student studying mental health. Their emotional reactivity is extreme. I like to think of it as, imagine 4 girl friends walking down the street. The weather is cold, it’s snowing and windy. Three of the girls are wearing warm jumpers, scarves, and weather resistant clothing. The fourth girl is wearing shorts and a t shirt. They are all experiencing the same degree of coldness and temperature. But the fourth girl is absolutely freezing, she not just cold, she is purely uncomfortable and shaking viciously, all her fingertips are burning. The fourth girl is expressing the Borderline’s severe experience of emotional storms. It’s like they truly lack the protective clothing. They are vulnerable, exposed, and feel deeply. One aspect of the Borderline personality quality I want to focus on, and relate to astrology is that of a distorted self image, identity diffusion, and a disturbed sense of identity. Intense projection seems to be a problematic attribute of Borderline. This lack of self seems to result in substance abusing behaviors to fill some of the emptiness, to try and hold onto something real, constant shifts in vocational aspirations and goals, this prevailing sense of worthlessness. They have trouble ascertaining who they are, what they want, what they like, and where they want to go. This is where astrology can become an effective tool. Can astrology cure Borderline personality? No way. It is typically a manifestation of PTSD, and best treated in the hands of professionals. I do believe though, that astrology is capable of relieving some of the suffering and giving a clear definition of inner potential. The astrological chart suggests our archetypal qualities and potential. It gives an untainted description of attributes that exist within us, inherited at birth. These have not been blemished by their self image, or maybe the abuses they have received from others. It can give people with Borderline personality a framework of characteristics they can found their identity on. They are no longer gliding in the ether, hollow, chameleon and reflecting the traits of others. And people leaving may not feel so deadly, because they have bloomed a portrait of the self, a definition, they can stand alone. Maybe they will learn that their natal Venus in Aquarius is a personality that feels quite distant from others to begin with, and they associate with this, they connect astrology with qualities within themselves. And that Venus in Aquarius, once grounded, revels in its independence. Or that sixth house stellium guides that person to a career in nursing, when he felt so conflicted and confused, astrology provided an outline of his talents and skills, his calling, and he was able to define a future. The emptiness a Borderline feels can be filled by that contemplating reverence they conceive as stars pour into them, they have been divinely crafted, there are constellations that entangle them, they are the descendent of Gods and Goddesses. They are souls expressing as Leos or Scorpios or whatever. I know that people with Borderline personality can feel so hollow and diffuse that they are relieved to hear a Borderline diagnosis because iit provides a stable outline of who they are. And the clinical picture of Borderline personality is not so wonderful. And I think, wouldn’t being able to find yourself through the positive qualities illuminated by astrology provide so much more comfort, guidance, and beneficial reference? Instead of being a pathology, you are a progeny. There is nothing profoundly evil or bad about them. Rather than feeling as though they lack an identity, they just float, they can look into the night sky and see themselves.  At it’s most sacred essence, astrology is compatibility with the self, the stories of the stars are stories of you, and you can fall in love with yourself. I am not an expert on Borderline personality. I do not know that much.Astrology is by no means a remedy nor a therapy. But it can provide a definition of the self in a way nothing else can, and for those who feel so vacant, for those who are searching for an identity, no anchor could be so pure as the cosmos.
-Cherry

Quotes That Mean Something To Me

“ Whatever work you do, you have absolutely gotta own it. Otherwise, it owns you. ” - The Beginner’s Guide

“ One’s house is a lot like one’s soul. You take care of it and it takes care of you. ” - The Beginner’s Guide

“ You can’t stay in the dark space for too long, you just can’t, you have to keep moving. It’s how you stay alive. ” - The Beginner’s Guide

“ It doesn’t matter if your passion is arranging shoes, or something like that…whatever you enjoy doing, whatever makes you happy, whatever you feel like gives you that drive to get up in the morning and you feel like you really want to do something…it’s so important that you find that in your life. ” - @therealjacksepticeye during play through of “The Beginner’s Guide”

“ To just be told by someone you can trust that things are going to be okay, wouldn’t that be nice? ” - The Beginner’s Guide

“ You can’t talk yourself out of loneliness, it doesn’t work that way. You can’t be the one writing both the questions and the answers, then there’s no movement! Then there’s no circulation! If all of your anxieties are being channeled into your work, then if the work ever fails you have no backup and you’re just going to crash. ” - The Beginner’s Guide

“ I feel like it’s one of the most relatable experiences that you can have, to assume that some other person is perfect and totally fulfilled in every way, and completely miss all of the little flaws that make them painfully human. ” - The Beginner’s Guide

“ The fact that you think I am frustrated or broken says more about you than about me. ” - The Beginner’s Guide

“ If I knew that my life depended on finding something to be driven by other than validation…..what would that even be? It’s strange, but the thought of not being driven by external validation is unthinkable, like, I actually cannot conceive of what that would be like! ” - The Beginner’s Guide

“ You need those people to look up to because if you don’t have those to look up to, like, where do you go? What happens then? Like, that’s why I look to you guys so much, that you guys keep me strong every single day, if I didn’t have you here, I’d fall apart! ”. - @therealjacksepticeye during play through of “The Beginner’s Guide”

These are just some quotes that I have written down from the play through of The Beginner’s Guide that Jack/the game said that really got to me and I find relatable :)

Dating Harry Would Include - 39

Blackout:

- Being surprised when the whole house gets plunged into darkness, letting fall the mug you had in hands
- Him calling you to know if you’re okay “Don’t move from where you are, I joining you!”
- Hearing him rapidly descending the stairs, his footsteps echoing in the silent house
- Guiding himself with the light of his phone until the kitchen where you are waiting for him
- Pushing to the side the broken parts of the mug on the ground with his foot “Are you hurt?”
-Scolding you when you pick up the broken pieces of glass in your hands “Don’t touch that now, I’ll pick up it later!”
- Checking with attention your hands to be sure you didn’t cut your fingers
- Giving your fingers and the back of your hand some kisses even if you have no cuts
- Him looking by the window to check if the rest of the neighborhood is plunged into the dark too
- Joining the windows next to him,  observing his face illuminated by moonlight
- His smirk when he catches you staring at him, taking you by the shoulders to put you in front of him
- Hugging you from behind, making you look at the sky instead of him “I know i’m fascinating but try to enjoy the view …”
- Rocking your body back and forth while pressing a kiss on your hair
- A pleased smile when you kiss his chin, lifting up your chin to  kiss your lips gently
- His breath sliding slowly into your neck when he rest his chin on your shoulder looking by the window
- His arms squeezing your body on his chest, his voice whispering in your ear “ Dance with me …”
- Looking back at him surprised when he loosens his embrace around your waist
- The light of the screen of his cellphone illuminating his concentrated face while choosing the perfect song
- Putting his phone on the kitchen counter, a slow unknown melody filling  the room
- Taking your hand in his to pull you toward him, his arm wrapping your waist to make you being as close as possible
- The bright of the moonlight in his green eyes when he looks down at you
- Your both bodies moving in slow moves, looking at each other with no words
- Kissing your forehead in a gentle way before laying his cheek  on the top of your head
- Whispering inaudible sweet things to you, his voice almost covered by the melody
- His hands resting on your hips, his thumb stroking your skin while your fingers passes through the hair of his nape
- Both of you being a bit disappointed when the light comes back
- Releasing his grip on your body to turn the piece in the dark again, coming back to you quickly
- His arms hugging your waist to hold you against his body “Let’s dance a little bit  longer  …”

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“Look at me. (Y/N), look at me right now!” Tate raised his voice. My vision is clouded by the build up of tears. I glance up at Tate. His eyes darker than the darkest of darks. He makes the gesture of placing his hand against my cheek but I flinch away in fear.

“Tate,” I hesitate on my words due to the amount of restraining from crying I’m containing. “I-”

“I love you too.” he says almost instantly.

“Yes, Tate, I love you but I have to go-”

“No, (Y/N), please. Don’t leave me. Please stay. Stay with me,” he begs. Once again making the gesture to caress my face, I give in and trust him. He brushes his lips against mine. “Tate, I don’t have a choice. I’m sorry, I have to go…” a tear slipped from my eye and dropped onto Tate’s shirt. He shook his head from side to side. He shoves his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a bottle of prescription drugs and a plastic bag of another substance of drugs. I narrow my eyebrows. He nervously pops the bottle open and spills the pills into his hand.

“We can be together forever. Just you and me. In this house forever. We can grow old together and be happy-”

“You want us to commit suicide?” Yes, the idea has come across my mind quite frequently and I’ve attempted it once before but I never actually wanted it to be intentional. I really do love Tate and I don’t want to leave him here. He is the darkest light in my darkness. As much as that doesn’t make sense, it’s true. I’m attracted to the darkness and that’s what he is. I’m scared of him. He scares me and I love him for it. He’s a psychopath and I’m crazy in love with him. I’m crazy for him as he is for me. “Yeah, you know what? Okay, I’ll do it.” I nodded my head and took the bag from his hands. His nervous smile turned into a smile that was unexpected for him. A real smile.

“I’ll run the bath…” I notified him and left the room. Stepping foot outside of my bedroom and bolted down the hall and down the stairs as fast as I could.

“MOM!” I’m panicking. “DAD! WHERE ARE YOU?!” I’m running and I’m panting. My lungs feel as if they’re shrivelling up as my breathing becomes hitched. I bust through the front door and struggle to open the gate that guides the house. I make a run for it down the street. “SOMEBODY HELP!” I run and I-

“(Y/N),” Tate sighs. I look around. I’m back in my room.

“What the hell?” I rush back downstairs and through the front door, leaving the house again.

“(Y/N)!” Tate says my name once more as I find myself back in the house.

“No, no, no!” I try to leave again. I come back. I leave again. I end up back at the house. “This can’t be happening, Tate, what the hell did you do?!” I’m out of breath from sobbing and attempting to run away. I need to leave. I try once more.

Making yet another exit from the house a pair of hands violently grasps my arm and strongly pins me to the wall. Before I got the chance to scream a hand is placed upon my mouth. I breathe heavily and scream as loud as I could even with my mouth closed shut. Scared to death, my chest raises up and down at a rapid speed as my heart thumbs loudly against it.

“Shh, shh,” I’m shaken and shoved up against the wall at an even stronger force. “(Y/N), it’s okay it’s just me.” Tate removed his hand from my mouth.

“DON’T FUCKING SCARE ME LIKE THAT!” I roughly pressed my hands against his chest and pushed him off of me. I leaned my back up on the all and slowly let myself fall to the floor. I begin to hyperventilate while crying hysterically. “Why do I keep running around like a crazy person? And why can’t I leave?” I look up at Tate who has a look on his face I’ve never seen before and that was sorrow. He’s never felt anything until I came along. I’ve made him feel something. Emotions. Emotions he’s never been able to express or feel before. Barely being able to see his eyes, blocked by his messy blonde locks, his build up with tears

“I’ve been trying to tell you but-”

“Tell me WHAT?!” I stand up defensively.

“Th-that-”

“What is it, Tate? Spit it out. Don’t bullshit me.” I push him again.

“Come.” Tate takes my hand and clenches it tight. He guides me down to the basement, through some doors, and down the halls. It’s dark and I’m exhausted. “Tate, where are you taking me?” I asked him, terrified. He stopped and pointed to a ditch that his flashlight shined on.

“Is that?… Is that me?!” I gasp and cover my mouth with my hand. I glanced down at my decomposing body, disgusted and in disbelief, I began to panic again. “No, no!” I cried. Tate made it his duty to comfort me. I pushed him away once again.

“What the hell happened, Tate? Did you drug me or something? I don’t remember dying!” I yell at him, consumed with rage.

“No, (Y/N) of course not! You attempted suicide and took too many pills. I tried to save you. I dragged you into the tub with me and made you puke some out but it was no use. It was too late.” Tears fell from Tate’s eyes. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? That I had died?”

“I don’t know… I thought it’d be better if we died together. So you wouldn’t feel alone.” Tate shrugged his shoulders and sniffled. We walked back upstairs in silence.

“So, looks like I’m not going anywhere…” I gave him a weak smile. “And I guess I’m stuck with you in this house forever.” The weak smile turned into a smirk. He chuckled and smirked back at me.

“Tate,” I said.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?” He says, obviously confused.

“Attempting to save my life.” I said making unbreakable eye contact with him. We stood there for a moment. “Because I know saving lives isn’t exactly what you do…”

“I tried. I really did. I care about your feelings more than I care about mi-”

“Don’t say that, Tate. My life wasn’t going to be worth living anyways. I had nothing going for me. All I had was-”

“You.” Tate and I said at the same time. I nodded and smiled as my cheeks flushed red.

Tate brushed my hair behind my ear and pressed his lips to mine. He kisses me ever so softly and passionately. Running my hands through his hair, I kiss him back. Tate’s hands ghost down my body and up my shirt. His hands against my skin caused chills down my spine.

“You’re the only light I’ve ever known.” Tate pulls away for a splint second to pierce those words into my skull with his lips and the black holes that are his eyes staring back at me. Without saying a word, my eyes said everything for him to comprehend. I loved him and he loved me. There was no escaping one another.

Tate playfully throws me onto my bed. He hovers over me and kisses me hard. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down. I tug on the collar of his shirt as I kiss him roughly.

“You make me a little less miserable.” He says with a smirk.

Here are some stars of the TV shows we use to watch as kids. How they looked back then and now! :D

LETS START WITH HANNAH MONTANA!

RICO- THEN

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OLIVER- THEN

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LILLY- THEN

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DRAKE AND JOSH

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DRAKE

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JOSH

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ICARLY

GIBBY-THEN

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FREDDIE- THEN

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SAM- THEN

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WIZARDS OF WAVERLY PLACE

MAX- THEN

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JUSTIN- THEN

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CORY IN THE HOUSE

NEWT- THEN

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MINA- THEN

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SOPHIE- THEN

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LIZZIE MCGUIRE

GORDO- THEN

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MIRANDA- THEN

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LARRY- THEN

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MATT- THEN

 

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ETHAN- THEN

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PHIL OF THE FUTURE

PHIL- THEN

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PIM

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ZOEY 101

DUSTIN- THEN

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CHASE- THEN

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QUINN- THEN

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NICOLE- THEN

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LOGAN- THEN

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NED’S DECLASSIFIED SCHOOL SURVIVAL GUIDE

COOKIE- THEN

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NED- THEN

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SUZIE- THEN

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SETH- THEN

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GORDY- THEN

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LOOMER- THEN

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COCONUT HEAD- THEN

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SUITE LIFE OF ZACK AND CODY

CARRIE- THEN

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and apparently she played on super natural to (didn’t know that)

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CODY- A.K.A COLDEMORT- THEN

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ZACK- THEN

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ESTEBAN - THEN

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THATS SO RAVEN

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CHELSIE- THEN

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WILLIAM- THEN

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MALCOM IN THE MIDDLE

HAL- THEN

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MALCOLM- THEN 

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DEWEY- THEN

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San Francisco's Official Response to the Election of Trump

The San Francisco Board of Supervisors recently passed a resolution, introduced by Board President London Breed, in response to the election of Donald Trump. The resolution reads as follows:

WHEREAS, On November 8, 2016, Donald Trump was elected to become the 45th President of the United States; now, therefore, be it

RESOLVED, That no matter the threats made by President-elect Trump, San Francisco will remain a Sanctuary City. We will not turn our back on the men and women from other countries who help make this city great, and who represent over one third of our population. This is the Golden Gate—we build bridges, not walls; and, be it

FURTHER RESOLVED, That we will never back down on women’s rights, whether in healthcare, the workplace, or any other area threatened by a man who treats women as obstacles to be demeaned or objects to be assaulted. And just as important, we will ensure our young girls grow up with role models who show them they can be or do anything; and, be it

FURTHER RESOLVED, That there will be no conversion therapy, no withdrawal of rights in San Francisco. We began hosting gay weddings twelve years ago, and we are not stopping now. And to all the LGBTQ people all over the country who feel scared, bullied, or alone: You matter. You are seen; you are loved; and San Francisco will never stop fighting for you; and, be it

FURTHER RESOLVED, That we still believe in this nation’s founding principle of religious freedom. We do not ban people for their faith. And the only lists we keep are on invitations to come pray together; and, be it

FURTHER RESOLVED, That Black Lives Matter in San Francisco, even if they may not in the White House. And guided by President Obama’s Task Force on 21st Century Policing, we will continue reforming our police department and rebuilding trust between police and communities of color so all citizens feel safe in their neighborhoods; and, be it

FURTHER RESOLVED, That climate change is not a hoax, or a plot by the Chinese. In this city, surrounded by water on three sides, science matters. And we will continue our work on CleanPower, Zero Waste, and everything else we are doing to protect future generations; and, be it

FURTHER RESOLVED, That we have been providing universal health care in this city for nearly a decade, and if the new administration follows through on its callous promise to revoke health insurance from 20 million people, San Franciscans will be protected; and, be it

FURTHER RESOLVED, That we are the birthplace of the United Nations, a city made stronger by the thousands of international visitors we welcome every day. We will remain committed to internationalism and to our friends and allies around the world—whether the administration in Washington is or not; and, be it

FURTHER RESOLVED, That San Francisco will remain a Transit First city and will continue building Muni and BART systems we can all rely upon, whether this administration follows through on its platform to eliminate federal transit funding or not; and, be it

FURTHER RESOLVED, That California is the sixth largest economy in the world. The Bay Area is the innovation capital of the country. We will not be bullied by threats to revoke our federal funding, nor will we sacrifice our values or members of our community for your dollar; and, be it

FURTHER RESOLVED, That we condemn all hate crimes and hate speech perpetrated in this election’s wake. That although the United States will soon have a President who has demonstrated a lack of respect for the values we hold in the highest regard in San Francisco, it cannot change who we are, and it will never change our values. We argue, we campaign, we debate vigorously within San Francisco, but on these points we are 100 percent united. We will fight discrimination and recklessness in all its forms. We are one City. And we will move forward together.

Cuban trans woman Wendy, photographed at home beside her spirit doll. Spirit dolls are used in espiritismo to house spirit guides who work closely with a person. These guias give advice and perform spiritual work through their mediums via dreams, clairaudience, clairsentience, clairvoyance, misas (séances), and spirit possession.

Guias in espiritismo often fall into one of several commissiones, which are ethno-cultural and professional groupings of spirits. These include Africans, Europeans, and Indigenous peoples, as well as scientists, bankers, and other professions. This spirit doll appears to be a Gitana (Roma/Romany) spirit - spirits noted for their strong femininity and connection to fortune-telling and magic.