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When I was little, my whole fam lived in Venezuela, which was hard because we didn’t speak Spanish very well yet. I was four years old at the time. Anyways, we had this very straight faced, emotionless maid named Carla working for us. She always did a splendid job cleaning for us without speaking much because of the language barrier between us. So one day she comes up to my mom and says “cuaima… baño”, completely without emotion, and my mom doesn’t understand so she just laughs and goes “ok, sí, gracias” and continues on with her day. Well Carla comes up and says “cuaima” again to my mom the next day, and the next, and continues once a day for a week and a half. My mom is finally like, this must be pretty important if she keeps bringing it up, and grabs a dictionary and looks up the word ‘cuaima’. Well cuaima is defined as a very poisonous snake in Venezuela, so my mom freaks out and runs up to Carla like “DONDE ESTÁ LA CUAIMA”. Carla calmly walks over to the toilet and just points, and sure enough, a big black snake pops it’s head out of our toilet every couple minutes. So my mom and dad are like “what the heck do we do”, and devise a plan that they’re just going to pour some Drain-o down the toilet, and wait with an axe until something happens. This is really exciting stuff so of course me and my sisters gathered around to watch. So my dad pours the Drain-o, and about ten seconds later, this giant snake springs out the toilet and is furiously writhing all over our bathroom floor. So creepy. My dad swings the axe and chops the snakes head clean off and leaves a giant dent in our bathroom floor. Then Carla snatched the axe from him and chops the snake into, I’m not exaggerating, fifty different pieces. Our bathroom is covered in snake guts and blood. But, anyways, the point of this story is, after this happened I couldn’t use the bathroom alone until I was ten, and I didn’t conquer my fear of actually sitting on a toilet seat until I was thirteen.

Always (MET with FemReader) fluff

Originally posted by houseplantneglect

(( gif not mine - it’s cute dang ))

(A/n): I love youtuber requests. And I love platonic requests. I just like writing.

Request: I know you get a lot of youtube asks and you don’t have to do this but could you write about the reader is friends with mark, ethan, and tyler and like they’re walking around LA for whatever reason and some dude walks by and touches her butt and like Tyler becomes protective and ethan is calm but like stern and mark is mad but he’s calm and then like the three kinda scare the guy off and she thanks them then they go out for ice cream happy times. Sorry, and i also love your writing! Bye bye!

Warnings: Swearing and fluff tho

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“Guys, I swear, if we don’t go somewhere soon; I’m going to flip my shit.” (Y/n) moaned.

The three other men chuckled from around her.

“Aren’t you enjoying L.A, though?” Tyler taunted, flicking the side of the girls head lightly. She groaned even more.

“I am!” (Y/n) was quick to protest “It’s just so fucking hot!”

“It’s supposed to be,” Ethan chimed in, slipping his eyes across the multitude of shop signs “Don’t be such a baby, (Y/n).”

The (h/c) haired girl only huffed in return to Ethan’s comment. She continued trailing behind the three boy’s without another word; letting her gaze collapse to the ground.

“Are you going to pout now?” Mark laughed. He spun to strut backwards instead, opting to get a better view of the girl’s expression.

“Yes…” (Y/n) mumbled.

“Well buck up soldier.” Mark beamed “We’ll go get ice cream, yeah?”

Peering through her veil of hair, (Y/n)’s eyes flickered up to stare at Mark “Can we?” she pondered in mock innocence.

“Ice cream is my sexuality.” Tyler stated, nothing but seriousness laced his words.

“Ice cream it is then!”

The four friends laughed heartily.

The day went on and the group entered and passed many street side shops. This Friday was slightly busier than any other comparatively, but it was such a beautiful day out; no one could be blamed.

“If I’m not wrong,” (Y/n) spoke “and my woman’s intuition hasn’t yet failed me, the ice cream shop is literally around that corner.”

She rose a hand to point at the corner towards the end on the walkway.

“Well if my woman’s intuition is correct, I’d say that’s bullshit.” Mark scoffed.

“It’s past that corner.” he gestured to the turn on the opposite walkway across the road.

(Y/n) hashed a hard stare at Mark. He returned it full force. Bickering ensued.

“Ah gee…” Ethan chuckled and shook his head. Tyler simply laughed, the two of them standing on the side letting the other two do their thing.

As the pair shot back and forther, people passed them in a docile haze. Though, sooner or later, one man in particular caught Tyler’s weary eye.

“He looks like a hazard..” the brunette whispered to Ethan. The blue haired boy looked up from Mark and (Y/n) and tilted his head, confused.

As Ethan’s bright eye’s raked the crowd, a man singled himself out to approach (Y/n). Both Ethan and Tyler locked eyes with him for a brief moment each before the man stepped up and slapped the youtuber’s ass.

“Nhg-!” (Y/n) jumping suddenly, her head shooting back.

The unknown man snicked grossly and commented “Sweet ass.”

“Excuse me?”

The short lived triumph of the harasser shattered when Tyler spoke. The brunette stepped up to the man and looked down at him.

“Who the hell are you?” The man spat cockily, smirk manipulating his lips. He looked Tyler in the eye’s, his own stare conveying intense pride.

“In about three second, your executioner.” Tyler hissed. His voice was similar to dry ice in a multitude of ways.

Ethan grabbed (Y/n)’s shoulder and sweetly stepped in front of her. He stood unwavering by Tyler’s side; face looking beyond pissed.

Mark too held an expression of appalled disgust. Reaching one tanned hand up, the red haired man gripped Tyler’s bicep as though to tell him not to attack anyone. Mark spoke with oily sweetness:

“I heartfully suggest you don’t touch her again until you decide whether you want your arm seared or arteries punctured with knitting needles. Hm?” the deepness of his voice rang out.

The man looked as though his ego had been popped similar to a balloon in front his face. Sudden fright painting his expression with a lovely white.

“So fuck off, verman!” Ethan quickly barked.

“D-Dicks!” the man coughed, and hastily darted across the street. At least he looked both ways before moving.

“Disappointing..” Tyler huffed “what a prick.”

“I agree. Really, really fucking pissed me off.” Ethan sighed. He and Mark slowly turned to (Y/n).

“You okay?” Mark asked. He was bluntly worried.

“Of course! Yes, thank you so much!” She laughed.

(Y/n) forced the two men into a hug, smiling brightly “That made my day, I swear.” she said.

Mark and Ethan both giggled and squeezed her back before she let go to hug Tyler.

“And thank you too.” (Y/n) mumbled into the tall man’s chest.

Tyler calmly smiled down at the girl and patted her head jokingly “Don’t mention it, pipsqueak”

The small youtuber let Tyler go and peered at the three boys at once.

“So,” she grinned “Ice cream?”

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(A/n): I almost don’t really like it but it’s cute though???

Stay Away | Zach Dempsey x Reader (ft. Monty Dela Cruz)

Genre: Angst, Romance
POV: Reader’s/First Person
Warning: Containg swearing, violence and sexual harrasment!!

A/N: This was personally hard for me to write, but it was requested. It’s a bit heavy and it’s not the usual fluffy write-up you guys often get from me. Nonetheless, I will be posting a new fluff piece tomorrow, so stay tuned! Meanwhile, I hope you guys like this for now.

Request: Hai, I was wondering if you could do an imagine where Zach and his girlfriend (the reader) are hanging out and he despite her trying to hide them he sees a bunch of bruises on her and gets really worried and mad asking her what happened only for her to tell him that Montgomery had beat her up in a drunken state because she refused to sleep with him. This causes Zach to get mad and go beat him up and threatening him to never go near the reader again.

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Zach and I were watching TV when he suddenly said he was hungry. I pout at him and sigh as a response as I got up from the sofa and make my way to the kitchen to quickly cook something up. Zach was feeling a bit hungover after yesterday and he loved being treated like a baby whenever he was sick. I took out 2 bowls of instant ramen to satisfy his hunger.

I held onto the sleeves of my sweater while leaning on the kitchen counter as I waited for the water to boil. The incident from Jessica’s party last night replayed in my mind once again. Zach would flip if he knew and I didn’t want to ruin Zach and Monty’s friendship. Besides, Monty was just drunk, I think to myself, he was just intoxicated and didn’t know what he was doing. But it still wasn’t an excuse, I continue to think. The incident scared me, Monty, scared me.

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scschulman: happy birthday to the only person that I willingly drive across LA for just to walk their dog, @lukehemmings. Thanks for being such a good pal. Love you. My gift to you is this perfect photo I took of Lady P because there is somehow not a single photo of you and I???

im going to walk around la and “accidentally” run into exo but ill act like idk who they are and be dismissive they’ll be so enamored by my sensual mysterious vibe they’ll fall in love with me TRUST me i read this in a plot of a 1d wattpad fic when i was 12 its GUARANTEED

Southern California Gothic
  • "It will rain." they say. They say that every day. And every day, you wait. How long have you waited? You don't know anymore.
  • You stop at a dusty intersection. At all corners, there are people with fruit stands. The cherries are 2 dollars a pound. You see the sign saying no stands. You look to the police. They have one too. The strawberries are a dollar a basket.
  • You're walking in LA along Hollywood Boulevard. You walk along the stars. It feels like forever. So many and yet so many still. You eventually find your own name on one for film. You have never been in a movie. Or so you think.
  • "Let's go to In-N-Out," says your friend. Which one? There are no other burger places around. There is only In-N-Out. There is always only In-N-Out.
  • You walk past a person in a Dodgers hat. Not uncommon. Everyone owns one. Everyone you walk past wears one. You reach up onto your head. You are one of them.
  • You go to a restaurant with a friend. Everything is gluten free. You don't mind. Everything is. What even is gluten? You don't know, but you are horrified by it.
  • The beach is nice in the summer. The beach is nice in spring. The beach is nice. The beach is your friend, your overlord. You must respect it. Bow to it before stepping on its sandy shores.
  • You get onto the 405. Siri says you only go 5 miles before getting off on the exit ramp. It has been decades since she said that last. Your hands are old and wrinkled as they grip the wheel. Siri says you have 4 miles to go. It's faster than usual.
  • You park your car on the side of the road and get out. The beach. You look at the top of your car to find a surfboard. You don't own a surfboard. You do now and have accepted it as your new way of life. You go to put on your wetsuit.
  • Your friend says she has tickets to the next concert. You ask where. She laughs. It is everywhere. The Bowl. The Forum. Staples Center. It is everywhere at once. All concerts are.
  • You debate on where to go for summer vacation. The fight ensues. Magic Mountain, Knott's Berry Farm, Universal Studios, and Disneyland. They fight for your affection and your money for when summer comes. This happens every year.
  • The palm tree outside your window waves at you in the wind. The palm trees are your ever present, looming protector. They are always watching.
  • You hear the chiming of the elotero's cart. You grab your money and run out the door. There is no elotero. The bell still rings. It always rings.
Wait

Originally posted by wkom


Jeff Atkins x Reader
Request: Could you do jeff x reader where they’ve been best friends since they were kids but she’s dating Monty and jeff hates him but doesn’t wanna let her know, so they kinda drifted slightly, then something happens n Monty and her break up and jeff kisses her in the heat of the moment at a party in the middle of everyone
Word Count: 2,023
A/N: Not even going to lie, spent all day on this one! I’m really trying my hardest to get an imagine out a day and it’s so much work lol. Hopefully this is a good one, I have a few other requests I’m going to be working on so if you’ve requested something hang tight please! I’m trying my hardest to get everything out. Sorry for any mistakes, I literally had to retype this like five times. I hope you all like this one, enjoy! :)
Warnings: None
Italics = You, Bold = Jeff, Italicized Bold = Monty

           You and your boyfriend, Montgomery De La Cruz, walked down the Liberty High hallway hand in hand. To you, it was a perfect relationship. You’d always thought that both of you complimented each other perfectly, and frankly you knew you had changed him. Despite what others said about Monty, he was different. Sure, he had slight anger issues, but he could control them. The biggest thing he had learned during your relationship was self control and you were so proud of him. Both of you stopped when you reached your locker, you’d let Monty push you up against the metal and lean in for a deep, passionate kiss. It didn’t bother you that other people were watching, Monty loved showing you off to others so you were used to it. When he pulled away, both of you were out of breath and you smiled. “You know I’m hanging out with Jeff today, right?” His body became tense as he nodded. You knew he didn’t really approve of you spending one on one time with another guy, but Jeff Atkins was your childhood friend and you needed to make time for him too. “Well, he’s coming. We’re going to hang out now babe,” you giggled looking at him. He whined before giving you one last peck on the lips, “Have fun, I’ll call you later okay?” “Okay, love you!” “Love you too.” He walked away just as Jeff had gotten to your locker, you could see them give each some sort of glare, but you just shrugged it off. “Hey Jeff, how are you?” you stood up in front of your locker, grinning up at him. His face started to relax when he looked at you, and you were glad you couldn’t feel any negative tension. “I’m better, now.” You laughed and tugged on his jacket, “You ready?” He followed you out and you both of you started to walk to your house. “So….I was thinking and I can to the conclusion that we should watch something scary tonight, I’m in the mood.” You wiggled your eyebrows and Jeff laughed. “I don’t think your boyfriend would appreciate you cuddling under me, even if it is because you’re scared.” Gasping, you put a hand over your chest, “How dare you underestimate me! I’ll prove to you I’m not a scaredy-cat!” He shook his head, chuckling at your cuteness. Picking you up, he threw you over his shoulder, “Whatever you say princess.” The nickname he gave you stuck with you throughout your childhood, so it didn’t bother you. You kicked your legs and yelled, “Jeff put me down!” Looking around you, it was obvious people thought you guys were a couple. You decided a long time ago that you wouldn’t let things like this bother you because you loved Monty and he knew that, and that’s really all that mattered.
           When the two of you had reached your house, Jeff put you down so that you could open the door. You guys walked in and he immediately laid down on the couch. “It’s been awhile since we’ve been able to hang out. We’re drifting don’t you think?” “Everything happens for a reason.” You eyed him suspiciously, confused about what he was getting at. “What are you trying to say?” “Nothing, what do you want for dinner?” Walking over to the drawer, you pulled out a menu for your favorite Japanese restaurant. You had decided to forget about what he had said earlier but you knew it would bother you. “I think we should order sushi, trust me, you’ll love it.” he gave you a thumbs up, taking the menu to browse his options. “I’m paying!” You both shouted in unison, and you giggled. “Split the bill?” You asked, but of course he denied. Jeff always ended paying for the food. He never let you pay, and at times it made you feel bad. But on the other hand, it made you smile that he insisted on being the gentleman.
Later on, when you both had finished eating, you let Jeff pick out a movie for you two to watch. He picked out a scary movie, as you requested, called ‘The Strangers.’ You were almost positive that you would get scared, but you were determined to prove Jeff wrong. That was definitely easier said than done. Not even halfway into the movie you were shaking, and hiding behind Jeff. He laughed and offered to hold you but you refused saying that you weren’t scared. As soon as the movie was over, you got up to turn the lights on. “That was the worst thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” “I knew you’d be scared.” You shook your head while walking back over to him, “It’s late we should get to bed.” “Alright, I’ll take the couch.” Pouting you looked at him, “You can’t make me sleep alone, in the dark.” “Why? You scared?” He smirked, thinking the situation was funny.  “Shut up and hold me.”
           The next morning you woke up with your limbs tangled with Jeff’s. It was weird because you were used to feeling Monty’s body against you. He had a tight grip around your waist and it took a while before he let you get up. He groaned at the lost of contact and you giggled looking at him. “Mom made pancakes; I’ll race you to the kitchen!” You got a head start as he jumped off the couch and ran after you.
           Sunday night approached way too quickly and already Jeff was on his way out of the door. He had stayed at your house for the whole entire weekend. It wasn’t weird at all considering you guys were childhood friends and your parents loved him. They thought it was a good thing that you had put aside time to spend with your best friend. You stepped towards him, giving him a big hug before he left. “I’ve missed you, you know. I’m glad we got to spend time together. Stop being a stranger!” “I won’t, I promise. See you tomorrow.” You waved at him as he left to go home, “See you tomorrow!”
           To say this week had been hard was an understatement. Everything had seemed to be going downhill for you and you were really hitting rock bottom. Your grades were slipping, teachers kept on piling up the homework and not to mention Jeff won’t even look at you anymore. After the weekend you both spent together, you thought he would’ve kept his promise to you. It was weird because you’ve tried all week, but he just wouldn’t talk to you. You had no idea what had happened, because everything was fine when he left your house on Sunday, but now he won’t even give you the time of day. You missed him, you missed your best friend more than ever. The two of you had grown even more distant now, and you had no idea why. 
Staring back at the homework in your lap, you groaned. Sitting on the bleachers, you watched Monty’s baseball practice. He persuaded you to come, but you were tired and ready to go home. You occupied the rest of your time by playing on your phone. Time went by fast, and before you know it, it was time to go. Quickly you packed your stuff and met Monty at the bottom of the bleachers. You leaned in for a kiss, but he leaned back almost instantly. “We need to talk.” Your heart dropped and you played with the hem of your shirt, something you did often when you were nervous. “I think we should break up.” You were confused on where this was coming from. Yes, it was true your relationship wasn’t at its best right now, but it wasn’t burning either. “Why? I thought…I thought we were in a good place.” “I just…I don’t want to be with you anymore. We can still be friends though.” He gave you the fakest smile before turning and exiting the gym. “W-wait!” You called out for him but he kept walking, not bothering to turn around. You stared at the ground for a few minutes before leaving. The guys who had witnessed the breakup tried asking if you were okay, but you ignored them.
           When you got home, you slammed your door and leaned against it. It seemed like nothing would ever get better for you. Things were turning out worse than expected, and you didn’t know how to deal with them. You needed some type of escape from it all, and you decided Jessica’s party would be perfect. The party was tonight, and at first you decided against going, but you thought it would be an event that would help you get over Monty. Even though you knew he’d be there, as long as he didn’t try to talk to you, everything would be fine. Picking out one of your favorite black dresses, you set it out on your bed and went to shower. You did your hair and makeup before getting dressed, and then walked out of the door. Your parents didn’t really mind that you went to parties, as long as you took care of yourself. The first person you saw when you walked in was Jessica. You tried avoiding her, knowing she would ask about Monty, but seeing her was probably inevitable. “(Y/N)! You made it! Why didn’t you come with Monty?” “He didn’t tell you?” She shook her head, and started to look concern. “We um, we broke up.” She gasped, before a look of anger crossed her face. “It’s fine really, I just want to have a good time.” You smiled and she patted you on the back. She sent off to find Justin and you went to sit on the couch. You sat there with a cup of beer in your hand, not really wanting to talk to anyone. It was disappointing because you were supposed to feel better, but seeing all these people together just made you want to leave. The spot on the couch next to you dipped, and you looked to the side seeing Jeff. You sucked in a breath, and continued to stay silent. “Hey, how are you feeling?” You snickered before answering the question, “Shitty. My grades are slipping, Monty broke up with me and I’m surprised you’re even talking to me because you’ve been ignoring me all week.” He looked deep in thought, searching for the right words to say. You got up, deciding that you needed another drink. “Excuse me,” you said, having to walk through a game of 'suck and blow.’ Before reaching the other side, you felt someone grab your arm. You turned around and they swiftly captured your lips in a kiss. You heard people cheering in the background and relaxed into the kiss knowing it was Jeff. When he pulled away you just stared at him, “Jeff, not that I’m complaining, but why did you-” “I love you.” Shocked by his words, you grabbed his hand and pulled him into an empty room. Before you could even say anything, he spoke, “I’m just going to be honest, I hate Monty and the reason we’ve been getting distant is because you’ve been with him. I know it’s bad but I’ve loved you ever since we became friends and I hate the fact that he got to you first.” You knew that you felt something with Jeff, but you weren’t exactly sure if you were ready. Your heart was beating and you started to feel nervous. As much as you did not want to turn him down, you knew that you had to do it. “I don’t know if I’m ready, but I do love you Jeff. I really, really do it’s just…Monty broke up with me today, it’s hard to just bounce back so quick.” Tears ran down your cheeks but he wiped them away. “Hey, don’t cry. I’m going to be here when you’re ready, okay? I’ll wait for you.” You smiled while leaning in to hug him. “I love you Jeff.” “I love you too (Y/N).”

~A

anonymous asked:

Spring summer must haves for: fashion, literature, anything else in general?

Spring: fresh peonies, ballet flats, Claude Debussy, Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray, ankle-cropped black trousers, Françoise Hardy, Charles Baudelaire’s La Spleen de Paris, walks to the lake shore to admire the swans and blossoming trees, Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulin (2001), Fresh’s rose face mask, meeting with friend’s in coffee shops, Nicole Krauss’ The History of Love, Charlotte Gainsbourg, John Berger’s Ways of Seeing, silk blouses worn with delicate lace underwear (with no underwire), Feist, Patti Smith’s Just Kids, hope…

Summer: silk and linen, Bonjour Tristesse (1958), Hindi Zahra, small gold hoop earrings, figs picked from my grandfather’s tree, a closet of white and off-white, Lancôm’s lightest sunscreen, Fernando Pessoa’s The Book of Disquiet, balconies with a view of the sea, Bossa nova, espadrilles with ribbon, seafood risotto (mussels, squid…), handwritten letters, turkish coffee, barefoot dancing, Milan Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of Being, eating every meal outside on the terrace, straw bag, Federico Garcia Lorca’s Gypsy Ballads, Erik Satie with a view of the stars, a simple black bathing suit…

Differences between ‘‘por’‘ and ‘‘para’‘


Differences between ‘’por’’ and ‘’para’’ , these prepositions are one of the most difficult things to get right for a foreigner, the truth it’s my pals, that they are indeed hard to distinguish. But don’t feel bad about it, if you ask a native speaker what’s the difference between those two, they won’t even know what to answer, so in this post I’ll give it a shot.

Roughly translated, the two correspond to the English ‘’for’’ and that is what mainly causes confusions.

The most common and important difference is that ‘’por’’ is used to explain the cause or reason of something and ‘’para’’ is generally used to explain an aim, objective or purpose:

POR


‘’Vine a Argentina por mi familia’’ – I came to Argentina because of my family.

’Las inundaciones crecen por la falta de arboles’’ – The floods become frequent because of the lack of trees.

‘’No salieron de su casa por el temor que le tienen a los ladrones’’ – They didn’t leave their house because of their fear towards bandits.


PARA

’Compré este regalo para ti’’ – I bought this present for you.

‘’Cerraron la ventana para que no entre viento’’ – They closed the window so the wind couldn’t in.

‘’Traje esta heladerita para guardar las cervezas ‘’ – I brought this fridge to save the beers here.

Do you see now? The main difference is quite clear I think, meanwhile, in each three sentences of the beginning, ‘’por’’ is used to explain the REASON of the events (the reason I visited Argentina is my family, the reason floods are growing in number is the lack of trees, the reason they don’t go out of their house is the fear towards thieves), and ‘’para’’ is used to explain the OBJECTIVE of your action (I bought this present with the aim of giving it to you, they closed the window with the aim of not allowing wind to keep coming in, I brought this little fridge with the aim of keeping beers cool).

You can’t obviously mix cause with aim, because you’ll get a semantic and interpretative mess:

*Las inundaciones crecen para la falta de arboles – Notice how important it is to consider the subject with ‘’para’’. You see, sintactically speaking, ‘’para’’ in this function introduces an INDIRECT OBJECT, this can be represented as ‘’x did y for z’’, so there is someone who does something PARA someone, in these situations the indirect object.

Now let’s see the other functions, separate, starting with por:

Amount of time:

You can use ‘’por’’ to express the amount of seconds, minutes, hours, days and other time units which took you to do the action (or will take, or usually takes you):

-‘’Voy como estudiante de intercambio a Alemania por tres años’’ – I’m going to Germany as an exchange student for three years.

-‘’Trabajé en Rumania por tres años’’ – I worked in Romania for three years.

-‘’Vengo aquí todos los veranos por vacaciones’’ – I came here every summer for vacations. (This one has the two values: the reason of coming and the period of time, your vacations)

Locative:

As locative, you may use ‘’por’’ to talk about a place or an object and you are not 100% sure about their location, the doubt it’s inside the semantics of this function:

-‘’No encuentro mis lentes, estaban por aquí’’ (I can’t find my glasses, they were around here)

-‘’Creo que la casa estaba por este barrio’’ (I think that the house was around this neighborhood)

-‘’Sandrá está caminando por la arbolada’’ (Sandra is walking through the woods)

-‘’El hospital queda por Mitre’’ (The hospital is around Mitre st.)

As you see, in each example ‘’por’’ express location, in the first example, we are searching our glasses (in our room, idk) and we know that they are there, but we don’t know where specifically, they are just somewhere in our room. In the second example, we know the house is in that neighborhood, but where precisely? In the corner of the street? Or in the middle of it? We don’t know…

In the third example we know that Sandra is doing that: walk, and we know she’s walking through the woods, she told us that before leaving, but in which part of the woods? Deep in the woods? Right at the edge? Through the road? We don’t have telepathic powers, so we don’t know precisely. The same happens with the last example, which is more frequent in the argentinian variety of Spanish, we know there is x hospital by the Mitre street, that’s the important thing, I don’t need to tell you if the hospital lies next to a market or to a gay club, it’s just there in Mitre street.

Exchange:

-‘’Te cambio este reloj por tu perro’’ (I’ll trade with you this watch for your dog)

-‘’Cambió a sus amigas por su novio’’ (She changed her friends for his boyfriend)

Not too much to say about this function, is mostly used in trading contexts, as the first example depicts. The ‘’por’’ always is placed between the things that are getting traded (x por x).

Media:

-‘’Viajaré a Alemania por avión, no por barco’’ (I’ll travel to Germany by plane, not by ship)

-‘’Mándame los resultados por Facebook’’ (Send me the results via facebook)

‘’Por’’ is also used to express the media, via or way you travel or do some actions.

Price:

-‘’Vendo un kilo de naranjas por 30 pesos’’ (I’m selling a kilo of oranges at 30 bucks)

“Vendo este auto por 2000 euros’’ (I’m selling this car at 2000 euros)

Actually, in matters of prices and selling, the preposition used to introduce the price may be either ‘’por’’, or it can also be ‘’a’’ (Te vendo este auto a 2000 euros).

Distribution:

-‘’Una vez por turno, puedes robar una carta’’ (Once per turn, you can draw a card)

-‘’La pizza cuesta 50 pesos por persona’’ (The pizza costs 50 bucks a person)

-‘’Es un caramelo por niño’’ (It is a candy for each kid)

‘’Por’’ introduces in these cases the measure of distribution, in the second example you are stating that 50 pesos shall be paid by each person eating it.

Passive voice:

According to Wikipedia, the voice ‘’(…)describes the relationship between the action (or state) that the verb expresses and the participants identified by its arguments (subject, object, etc.). When the subject is the agent or doer of the action, the verb is in the active voice. When the subject is the patient, target or undergoer of the action, the verb is said to be in the passive voice.’’

According to that paragraph, if we have a sentence like ‘’La policía persiguió a Pepe’’ (The police chased Pepe), we will find out it is in the active voice, since we clearly see an agent, a doer of the action, which is the police.

The passive voice of this verb would modify it’s relationship with the parts of the sentence, thus, the object (Pepe) would become the subject… but not as an agent. You see, this is the particular thing with the voice change, the passive voice, at least in Spanish and English, doesn’t only imply a syntactical change, but also semantical: The subject isn’t an agent anymore, but a PACIENT. This is, the subject, instead of doing the action, will be AFECTED by it:

-‘’Pepe (subject) fue perseguido por la policía’’ (Agentive complement)

-Pepe was chased by the police.

‘’Por’’, in the passive voice, introduces a compliment, known as ‘’Agentive compliment’’ or ‘’Complemento agente’’, which, as the name points out, introduces the doer of the action.

Soon to do an action.

This is not too important, because it’s informal and it can also be replaced by ‘’a punto de’’. It must be always used combined with the auxiliary ‘’estar’’.

-‘’Estoy por limpiar la mesa / Estoy a punto de limpiar la mesa’’ (I’m about to clean the table)    

-‘’La anaconda está por matarme / La anaconda está a punto de matarme’’ (The anaconda is about to kill me)

Para – Objective.

Now we’ll describe ‘’Para’’ and its functions, the most important use of ‘’para’’ has to do with the objective of an action, not the reason that causes the action, but rather, the reason you are aiming to reach with your action, basically, your goal. This first function may be easily translated to English as ‘’in order to’’, in German and Dutch, ‘’um (…) zu’’ and ‘’om (…) te’’ respectively.

-‘’Voy a ir a Suecia para estudiar sueco’’ (I’m going to Sweden in order to study Swedish)

-‘’Ryckhard usaba su espada para matar dragones’’ (Ryckhard used his sword to kill dragons)

-‘’Compré torta para comer esta tarde’’ (I bought cake in order to eat it this evening)

There is a function that is pretty similar to these one, it differs because it involves movement, I call it ‘’destiny’’ because there is a receiver of a thing you are transporting:

’Llevo esta caja de bombones para mi novia’’ (I’m taking this chocolate box to my girlfriend’s)

’Esta nota es para el correo’’ (This note is for the mail)

‘’Traigo este regalo para Nico’’ (I bring this gift for Nico)

See how the each sentence has a verb that implies movement? (To take, to bring) Except for the second one, in which the verb is hidden. These sentence describe a movement towards someone who is a receiver (an indirect object), represented in the sentence by ‘’para (…)’’ that will get that x thing (the direct object) that you are carrying.

End of a term.

‘’Para’’ has a temporal function too, it is used to establish a limit or end to a given period of time, we are obviously talking about a term established for an essay, a document, a homework, or some task that we are asked to do… or we ask someone else to do. For example, your teacher gives you some homework, and it has to be done for tomorrow (para mañana)

-‘’Necesito que hagan esta tarea para mañana (I need you to do this homework for tomorrow)

-‘’Quiero que me traigas el informe para mañana’’ (I want you to bring me the report for tomorrow)

 

Direction.

In this case, ‘’para’’ express the direction towards x place your going to, it would be like the Dutch ‘’naartoe’’. Also, expressing direction using ‘’para’’ is pretty informal, in more formal contexts, ‘’a’’ is used.

-‘’En quince minutos, salgo para tu casa’’ (In fifteen minutes, I’m going to your house)

-‘’Me voy para Alemania’’ (I’m going to Germany)

Opinion.

In this case, ‘’para’’ introduces someone who has an opinion, most of the times, this clause stays away from the rest of the sentence, you’ll see many times at the beginning of the sentence, but it also may be placed in other positions, ALWAYS, between comas (not at the beginning, obviously)

-‘’Para Pepe, el partido de Argentina estaba arreglado ‘’(Acording to Pepe, Argentina’s match was fixed)

-‘’Para mí, estás hablando pura mierda’’ (To me, you are just speaking pure bullcrap)

-‘’Los bordes eran, para María, muy filosos’’ (The edges were, acording to Maria, to Sharp)

You see how the two first sentences have that ‘’para’’ clause at the beginning and in the third one, in the middle of the sentence, totally isolated from the rest of the sentence in each example.


Temporal para.

The temporal function of para is to point out an exact moment in time, it can be used to refer either past or future events, but almost never to refer to present events.

-‘’Para navidad, fuimos de mi abuelo’’ (On Christmas, we visited my grandpa)

-‘’Se crearán 900 [novecientas] escuelas para el año que viene’’ (900 schools will be created for the next year)

-‘’Mis amigos vienen para mi cumpleaños’’ (My friends are coming for my birthday)

Okay people, I think these are the most important ones, there may be a couple not so relevant that are missing, but I may talk about them in other post, the most important ones are here… I hope it helped because I noticed there are many people that struggle with these two prepositions that clearly are sons of a huge and naughty bitch.

‘ntill the next post, greetings qts! Hasta la próximaaaaaaaaaaaaaa